#when silco cares for someone... he CARES for someone

[ironandglass]

The Descent - Chapter 4 - Claws on the Marble

Silco x female reader - Dark Slow Burn - Modern Au - Stalker Silco

A strange man moves into the apartment across from yours, he likes to watch and you start to like him watching. What could go wrong?

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Warnings: stalking, obsession, veiled threats, and unsettling power plays, romanticized toxic behavior, alcohol use, toxic relationships, power dynamics, classism, unwanted physical touch, implied sexual exploitation, physical abuse, threats, psychological abuse, violence, mental health probably, class based power dynamics, swearing, bad editing (notsorry), evil Silco, dark Silco, cold Silco. He’s not gentle and sweet ya feel? No jinx.

Chapter four

Claws on the Marble

You thought innocently that you deserved a self indulgent night out, to feel beautiful, to be admired and desired. Well you got exactly what you wanted, but your own desire is like blood in open water, and every shark in the room caught the scent.   Did you forget what happens to pretty things left unattended?

--

Finn’s hand tugs on your arm like an iron shackle, dragging you deeper into the maddening crowd. You sip your champagne awkwardly as you walk, as if the bubbles might settle your nerves. They don’t though. If anything, you know it will probably just make things worse. 

You're still trembling slightly, trying to breathe, trying to still the storm inside you.  

Your exit had felt like abandonment just as much as it felt like a rescue. 

You let Finn pull you up alongside someone he seems to know, pausing in a quieter space along the edge of the ballroom, leaving you feeling like a parked car for him to lean against and show off while he chatters away.  

“Well, you know what they say? When in Shurima,” a woman says, laughingly at something Finn just said. He grins, and you notice the creases at the corner of his eyes seem more genuine now, his mood lighter. 

“Don’t forget that Shurima fell,” he counters, raising his glass. “All great empires do… it’s only a matter of when.” 

The woman hesitates, then clinks her glass to his. “Bold. But undeniably true.” 

You're not really paying attention to their blithering, your eyes still distant as you keep a polite smile plastered on your face, content to present yourself simply as bimbo arm candy for the moment. 

Your thoughts are still back at the staircase, replaying the scenes out of order and scattered across your mind like buckshot. Silco’s ribbon, how his disappointment carved into you, the way he stood before you, the way his eyes sunk into your own, the curl of his lip as he critically appraised your ballroom attire and apparently found it distasteful, if not entirely offensive.     But worst of all is the ribbon, that damn ribbon... even though you aren't supposed to be here. Does that mean he wore it for himself? Or perhaps he knew you would be here? Both options seemed awful. Your stomach churns as you take a slightly desperate swig of the remaining champagne in your glass. 

You hope you haven’t fucked it all up completely, whatever strange thing existed between you and Silco. Even though you aren’t his. And there are no rules or promises between you. You certainly aren't in a relationship with him. He just... watches you. 

So... why did it feel like a betrayal?    Why did you feel so small and ashamed to be caught like this? Seeking comfort on a night out away from the madness. Why did it feel like it mattered so much that you’d been caught red handed arriving on another man’s arm? 

The woman Finn had been speaking to turns away with a laugh and a clink of crystal. 

Now Finn pivots back to you. 

“Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. It feels so sudden and unexpectedly, wildly invasive. 

You give him a polite smile, if not slightly forced. 

“Even your smile… gorgeous.” He adds. He doesn’t care if it’s fake, apparently, so long as it looks the part. 

His wicked green eyes flicker between yours, reading your face with that infuriating cockiness of his. Then he tilts his head like a friendly puppy. 

“You looked like you were going to faint when you saw him.” 

Your heart thuds. He knows? No, he's just fucking with you, how could he know? 

Your thoughts are derailed further when he suddenly steps into your space, his lips hovering just over yours. His arms snaking lazily around your waist. 

“Do you want me to make you forget him?” he murmurs, the words brushing over your skin, unwanted. 

Your hands grip his forearms reflexively in an attempt to keep some space between you, but he leans in closer still. You feel is warmth and the scent of alcohol, his cologne and something else, maybe shampoo? 

“I can help…” he whispers his words soft and intimate, filthy with mock generosity. 

You had wanted to feel desired, tonight was supposed to be something easy. A night to enjoy and forget all your troubles but … but not like this.  

Nothing about Finn was attractive to you, he was too slick, too sleazy, too cold in a way that felt dangerous and not in the fun way. You'd go home to your massage wand before you'd bed him. If you arrived with him tonight, you'd prefer not to go home with him, you knew that much for certain. No amount of champagne was going to shift that sentiment. 

You turn your face away, pushing gently at his arms. 

He chuckles and for some reason it feels like a slap, even though you were the one who refused him. 

He hesitates for a beat and you look carefully up at him to see something sharp glinting behind his eyes but then he steps back smiling like nothing happened.  

“I need… a moment,” you say gently, desperate to get away. 

“Of course” he says, still smirking lazily and he lets you go. 

As you walk away, you feel Finns eyes on your exposed back like fishhooks in your skin. 

-- 

Outside in the crisp fresh air, you lean on a stately stone balcony, overlooking the grand estates main garden. Moonlight pools generously over the greenery below. Sharp hedges and patterned formal plantings create an interesting geometric feast for the eyes made more mysterious by the half light.     A man and a woman exit the building from the floor below you, walking out some distance into the garden. Thinking themselves hidden under the shroud of darkness, despite the brightness of the moon, they fold together into a passionate and deep kiss.  

It goes on so long you're about to look away when they suddenly tear apart, panting, staring into each other's eyes for a charged moment before continuing up the garden path, hands clutched together, giggling and laughing till they disappear into the large, distant hedge maze, now truly out of view.    In the wake of their absence, you feel a longing squirm inside your gut, you try to brush it aside but it twists there, gnawing and clawing at you in discontent.     "You envy them" Comes a woman's voice, rich and deep with a light accent that you can't place. You turn your head just slightly to see her, watching you from nearby. A tall, elegant woman with a square jaw, her eyes sharp as knives, wearing brilliant emerald green that catches the moonlight as she considers you. She's clearly amused, her lips tilted into a gentle smirk, not unkind but not gentle either.  

"Excuse me?" you blink, caught off-guard. 

She doesn't explain herself, casually striding closer, joining you at the balcony railing, her champagne glass swirling in an elegant hand.  

"Don’t bother denying it," she leans her hip against the balcony, her eyes drinking you in, curious and appraising, as if you were a stray she was considering sheltering. She's close enough that you can smell her perfume, sharp and beautiful, like flowers cut by steel. 

  "It’s human nature, to see something that looks reckless and free and then desire it for ourselves." Her eyes flicker across your face. "Even if it will never truly nourish us." Her voice drops lower, almost a warning.  

She holds herself like a queen, easy confidence, as if she's never doubted herself before, indomitable.  

A breath of silence.  

"Quite a dangerous game" Her last words are softer, almost a whisper. 

  Your heart races, this feels like a warning, like she's trying to tell you something but right now it merely sloshes against all the champagne bubbling in your hazy mind. 

Her sharp eyes crease slightly at the corners as she studies your reaction. She sips her drink, gaze not breaking from yours, holding the moment for a long, pregnant pause before she seems satisfied and grins. Without another word she turns away, disappearing back into the bright lights of the ballroom.    You are left standing there, confused about exactly what just happened.  

Wes approaches a few moments later, giving you a polite moment of respite before breaking the silence.    "I see Lady Rin has made herself known to you." He says gently as he approaches. 

"You saw that" you mumble, turning to look up at him, his eyes confirm your question.  

"You're not Finn's friend, are you" You say to him, it's not a question. "You work for him."    He nods without hesitation, without trying to lie or feign looking guilty. You respect him for that. 

You sigh. "Is everyone here a predator?" You ask as you stare into the night, feeling drained.    Wes looks down at you for a long moment, then he looks out at the garden, shoulders sagging slightly. 

  "Probably" he admits. "They're definitely all dangerous." 

  You purse your lips but you appreciate his frank honesty, he was like a grounding breath of fresh air in all this madness. You didn't trust him, but for some reason you felt more at ease around him than the other glittering beasts that stalked the ballroom floor. Their long sharp claws tapping against the cold marble with every step.    You both stood there for a moment longer, thoughtful and calm in the fresh air, until Wes finally turns towards you.    "Let's go check on Mia, before she ends up in a scene from "Eyes Wide Shut" or something." He mutters dryly. 

  You laugh at the very real possibility of that when it comes to Mia, and follow him back into the glittering chaos of the ballroom, where monsters masquerade as man.    ---    When you reach the bar you find Mia laughing with a handsome man in heels, sporting immaculate eyebrows and a black sequined suit.   "-and then HE explained what exsanguinate actually means so our man's just standing there with a face like a slapped ass!" Sequin suit guy's story has Mia nearly in tears laughing so you eagerly take a chair and join them all at the table.  Mia introduces you in-between gasping breaths as she recovers from laughing way too hard.  "Jules" The man who had been telling the story introduces himself warmly in return, his bright eyes skimming over you in hasty evaluation.    "So THEN what did he do?" Mia slaps the table demanding Jules to continue, her expression intensely curious. 

  "So our man, obviously he excuses himself, because... what else can he do right?..." Jules continues and everyone laughs in disbelief. Even though you missed the start, the laughter is so infectious that you giggle along, enjoying the story. You feel cozy here for the moment, feeling like you're taking refuge, sipping a tall glass of whatever Mia handed you, vodka lime and soda maybe?    You don’t tell Mia what happened with Finn and you're grateful that she's so engaged in her repartee with Jules that doesn’t seem to notice anything off in your return, so you feel like you've nailed your "I'm fine" act. Until Wes catches your eye across the table, by the look he shoots you, immediately you know he's clocked your unease. Gratefully he doesn’t make a scene but instead waits for an opportunity to covertly lean in.  

"You alright?" He asks it softly, so only you hear. 

You nod and wave your hand dismissively, making sure not to draw Mia's attention. He gives you a small nod but his sharp eyes linger on you for a moment longer before turning back into the conversation. 

  As Mia turns to chat with someone else you're surprised when Jules leans in to your space his eyes fixed on something behind you.  "Don't look now, I just said DON'T look" he says as you start to turn.  "Theres a man in the distance there, with a grey suit, he wears the sigil of The Ascendancy."  "Okay... now, quickly take a look" Jules prompts and you do you best to turn casually and steal a glance.  

You see a man wearing a grey suit, nobody stands too close to him, people near him seem to all look stiff and uncomfortable. He stands still in the centre, smiling as he talks, holding a small glass.  You turn back to Jules.  "Who is he?"  "He's a diplomat, he represents The Ascendancy. His name is Archan, stay well clear of him. Don't even look at him, you do not want to be on that mans radar, okay?"  You nod absently turning to sneak another look but Jules grabs your face by the chin and turns it back towards him. "Nonononono, I was not kidding honey, Don't even look at him." Jules says, deadly serious.   You sigh exasperated and narrow your eyes up at Jules in defiance.  

"Joykill" You grumble, it was frustrating that he warn you about something so intriguing and dangerous in your midst only for you to not be allowed to even look at it. It was like telling someone on a safari to not look at the lions. 

"I'd rather kill your joy now than see your feet poking out the bottom of a rolled up carpet." Jules jabs back, tipping his glass towards you before knocking back the remains and leaving the table. 

You roll your eyes and smile at his dramatic warning but silently decide to heed it for now.  

The music stops and an overly enthusiastic voice makes an announcement on the other side of the room saying something would be happening in the main stage.  

You look up and laugh to see that Mia is already rushing into the crowd towards the excitement and decide to follow after her. 

As you cross the ballroom floor in between little cellular gatherings of people you wade through the sea of unknown faces when you think you recognise someone unexpected and familiar.   "Echo?" You ask making the awkward scrunched, unsure face that everyone makes upon recognising someone from a lifetime ago.  His face breaks into a brilliant smile confirming your suspicions and he draws you into a massive bear hug. You hadn't seen him since high school.  "What the hell are you doing here?" He asks chucking "This is the last place I thought I'd run into you."  "Oh I was invited with a friend by a guy called Finn" you shrug a gesture of "isn't this crazy?"  Echo's smile falters for a second and concern creeps into his features.   "Did you say Finn? Like... yellow suit Finn?" He asks his warm brown eyes widen slightly.  "Yeah I don't really know him, he invited my friend and I along. It's fine, it's just a party." You shrug and smile trying to assuage his concerns but he just doubles down.  "He buy you that dress too?" He asks pointedly, his tone more serious now.  "Well... yes but-"  Echo sighs.   "You know that yellow? That's Tetrad yellow, Finns crew. This charity ball is practically a networking event for all the biggest players in the undercity, hosted by a the Kingpin himself. This isn't just a party."  Your brows furrow in disbelief but as you look around the room, everything suddenly seems to align with what he is saying. The way everyone has been talking in riddles and half truths, the woman who kicked you out of the hallway talking about your dress, this fucking obnoxious yellow colour. You even watch a man, just a few meters away subtly pull a thick envelope out of his suit jacket and subtly slip it into another mans pocket as they shake hands, thinking nobody saw.  Only you saw it, and so did Echo, who catches your eye now pointedly.  "You see now?" 

You resign a nod and sip your drink letting it sink in, adjusting your perception around this new information as best you can.  

It was a lot. 

"What do you know about Silco?" You ask suddenly, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can help yourself.  Echo's eyebrows shoot up in wide eyed horror.  "Please tell me you have nothing to do with Silco" he begs you stepping backwards.  "He can't be that bad, he's just a man." You say trying to minimise.  Echo laughs in disbelief.  "He's more like a monster." Echo says.  You're about to reply when a body slams into yours. 

You hit the marble floor hard, the breath knocked out from your lungs for a moment, you feel something cold and wet across your side and a glass shatters further away.   What the hell just happened?  You try to sit up, spying another person sprawled the floor nearby, a waitress. She must have knocked you over as she fell but... but the force at which you had fallen didn't add up with her slender frame.  People rush in, some nearby gentlemen assisting you both to your feet. 

You look up to see Echo backing away from you into the crowd. "I'm sorry" he mouths as he retreats.  The girl who ran into you looks ready to cry. She’s helped up by another man in a dark suit. You catch her whispering "I was pushed."  You take a hand offered to you, thanking them earnestly as they pull you to your feet.  Wes pushes through the crowd,  

“I saw you fall, are you hurt?” He asks with stern professional concern. “How did this happen?”   You wave your hand.   “I’m fine.” You explain. “Someone knocked a waitress into me and we fell, it was an accident.”   Wes’ eyes sharpen and his brows furrow slightly as he looks down at you. You follow Wes' gaze to your dress, the yellow flourish was entirely transformed, every inch of it stained deep red. Not a single speck of yellow remained. 

You marvel at this as one of Finns other men approaches Wes and softly tells him something you can’t hear. Wes gives a tiny nod and the man peels away as Wes scans the crowd briefly before looking back at you and sighing gently.  "He's not going to be happy."   

--   

Finns face sours for a split second as he eyes your dress when you approach, escorted by Wes.  

To his credit it's a subtle flicker, only a moment but you had been searching for it, so you recognised it distinctly. 

You feel guilty for a split second, then remember his predatory behaviour when he'd just tried to kiss you earlier and you instantly feel significantly less bad. 

You apologise and explain what happened and upon hearing the story he laughs. 

“Well would you look at that?” He grabs a glass of champagne and raises it to the crowd around you.  

“To unpredictable nights and unforgettable women.” Everyone laughs and toasts their merryment.  

But when the moment passes he pulls you aside subtly, walking you off the ballroom floor so you’re alone in a small room just off the main hall. 

After his attentions earlier you feel very vulnerable being in the room alone with him now.  

"I think maybe I should go home, the dress is all wet from the wine and-" you start to explain. 

He smiles and steps close suddenly, halting your words and you find yourself stepping backwards away from him.  

“You’re supposed to be my guest, all you had to do was look beautiful and wear a dress.” He leans in, eyes scanning yours. “You can't even managed that. Disappointing” He curls past you and starts to circle you slowly.  

Anger unfurls inside you at this unjust treatment. 

“You can’t be mad that someone knocked me to the floor and spilt wine on me.” You retort bitterly.  

At this he snaps towards you, wrapping his large hand under your chin and grabbing your face, lifting it up to his. You grasp at his wrists uselessly as he squeezes. His pale green eyes like toxic fire.  

“You let it happen.” He hisses sofly. You look up at him, he’s hurting you. Lifting you up just slightly so you struggle to gain purchase in your high heels, making a pathetic sound as they scrape awkwardly against the floor in the tense silence. That and your heavy stilted breathing.  

He's so strong that it's easy for him, which is all the more terrifying. His eyes are so cold and merciless, that you see it now, you are nothing to him. A part of you’d suspected this but you didn't understand the extent. Couldn't fathom the severity of it. Like he could slit your throat, look into your eyes as you died and then have a nice night out and sleep like a baby. Guilt free, no remorse. 

You honestly had not seen Finn as a real threat till this very moment, and now?, now you were very afraid.  

After a beat his eyes flicker and he loosens his grip, you pant a sigh of relief, as you feel your feet plant down on the ground properly.  

“I am a generous man though” he smiles, stroking a thumb over your cheek before pulling away and resuming his menacing circle around you. “Maybe I could buy a ticket for one of your friends or family so they can take a trip? Somewhere nice, somewhere they’ve always wanted to go. A long one, maybe they won’t come back for a very long time.” He smiles at you sweetly as the threat sinks in. “Would you like that?” He asks as he trails around behind you.  

You feel breathless, so you shake your head. This wasn't happening. No no no. 

His sharp eyes catch it and he mocks hurt surprise.  

“So ungrateful, tch, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew you were difficult from the start. A leopard can’t change its spots, unless you skin it... or spill wine on it.” He laughs coldly at the last comment shooting you a glare.  

“So difficult girl, let me make myself crystal clear.” Finn finishes circling to stand in front of you, looking down at you so he blocks the light above him casting you in his shadow. 

“You play nice, you smile on my arm. You wear MY dress, and if you disappoint me again,... before you can even apologize, I’ll buy a ticket for Mia and she'll be on the first flight out.”  

All the blood drains from your face, it was one thing to be reckless with your own safety but the burden of responsibility for your beautiful, innocent friend? That chills you to your bones. Your mouth goes dry, the room feels too small, your guts flip. 

Finn looks pleased as he smirks down at your horrified face. Watching the dread sink in, savoring it. 

“I’m glad we understand each other.” He says stroking the side of your cheek with his fingertips. You almost flinch away before you stop yourself out of fear for Mia.  

Disrespect was such a vague term, who knows how far he might decide it goes. 

Finn notices, of course he does, and his smug smirk widens to show more of his shark like teeth. 

“I’ll leave you with some time to think, and then l expect you to join me for the rest of the night.” His voice is smooth and smug as he turns towards the exit.  

“Oh and… before I forget" he pauses in the doorway turning back to face you. "Don’t even think of running to Silco. If you do, I’ll know. The old mans power is waning, his people aren’t as... reliable as they once were.” he drums his fingers once on the door frame giving you a final grin before he's gone. 

-- 

  You found an empty powder room nearby and now stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself.  

You looked immaculate, facing yourself in the mirror surrounded by flowers, which made this feeling rising inside you feel so much more alien. 

Without the thick event makeup you might look pale, but it was all hidden underneath layers of powders and foundation and whatever else. A perfect mask of beauty, to hide all the ugly truths buried underneath.   

Beneath the exterior, it feels like the room can't contain your stress and frustration as you stand there struggling to hold back tears. All that had happened in the last few hours felt like you had spent it receiving blow after blow of new and unique problems stacked heavily on top of each other. All you had wanted was a fun night out, instead you had been granted a nightmare, one that you can't wake up from.   

You'd placed your friend in mortal danger, been dragged into some stupid criminal pissing competition. You'd spurned the one man you actually wanted, who you should also definitely not want or be with ever. 

Your eyes fix on the red stained patch of your once yellow and black dress. It felt wet and sticky against your skin but the silk material betrayed none of your discomfort, it looked immaculate even now, not even wet. It still looked nice, the deep red could even pass as intentional the way the colour and design worked. It would have been better if the dress had been more obviously ruined or damaged, then you might have an excuse to leave. 

The strange itchy feeling suddenly sparks and ignites now, into white hot fury. You want to tear the damn dress off, discard it and burn it. Shed the damn thing like a snake sheds it's skin and is renewed, restored. The feeling of it against your bare flesh is unbearable.  

You very strongly consider smashing the vase in front of you, but the soft beauty of the flowers slowly eases your rage. It's not the flowers fault you are angry, they should not have to suffer for it, and it's certainly not your fault that you find yourself here and now.  

You just needed one night out with your friend to let off some steam. A few drinks, a warm body, to dress up, to feel desired, beautiful even, a moment to feel like a normal person. You didn’t ask for any of this. You didn’t want any of this. It's not your fault, none of this is your fault. 

You take a deep inhaled breath through your nose and draw yourself together.  

It's just a dress, it looks beautiful, I can wear it for the rest of the night, and then cut it into one million pieces and burn it later.  You take a few more deep breaths, looking into your own eyes and composing yourself in the mirror till you feel ready to return to the Ball.  

For Mia. 

--    You smile distantly and try to laugh at the right time, but mentally you’re a million miles away while your body is here on parade, on display. Finn hands you another glass of champagne that you accept gratefully, numbing yourself to your rage can only help in this situation you've decided.  

The men chatting to Finn laugh in a rumbling chuckle, but something about their tone feels off, so you tune back in. Finn seems to notice your eyes sharpen as you enter the present moment with awareness.  

"There she is" he smirks and the men laugh again.  

"Sorry, did I miss something?" you ask with your forced smile laid on thick.  

"No matter dear, we were talking about you, not to you." a gruff old man drawls.  

You feel your hackles rise so you take a measured sip of champagne and smile.  

"All good things I hope." you chirp playfully.  

"Finn was just telling us you're a good sport." says one of the other men, in a way that makes you pause. Your eyes turn to Finns as uncertainty and fear flicker inside you. He looks down at you grinning.  

"She's a good girl, always on her best behaviour, and always treats my friends with respect. Isn't that right babygirl" Finn says pulling you closer to him by the waist. You hesitate for a loaded moment as you look into Finns eyes and consider clawing them bloody but remembering Mia's safety you smile wide and lean against him.  

"That's right Finny" you say adorably, hoping he hates it.  

The men around him laugh and you feel sick to your stomach.  

You held no ire for the girls who did this kind of thing wilfully, but to be forced into it was grating on your raw nerves.   "Stand up and do a little spin for us." He gently pushes you forward and your spine stiffens. Finn was clearly toying with you, seeing how far he could push you. 

You shoot Finn a brief look and he simply raises his brows, waiting. Mia's smiling face flashes through your mind and your heart aches. So you rise, pushing yourself up to your feet and indulge your audience in one slow, elegant, single spin before sipping your champagne and batting your lashes. Finn stands to join you and places one firm arm protectively around you. 

"She is a lovely thing." One of the men says wistfully to Finn, never addressing you directly you notice. You tilt your head and smile at him like a vacant doll. 

"I'm glad you agree, she's very special." Finn lifts your chin forcing your eyes to meet his as he says "It's hard to find well behaved girls like this." 

-- 

  You've been on Finns arm for a while and you'd drank multiple glasses of champagne in that time so it's not unreasonable when you need a moment to use the restroom.  

When you try to pull away and excuse yourself he holds your arm tightly and you hesitate, turning back to meet his brilliantly cold, green, smirking eyes.  

"Don't forget my promise." He says. With that, the hairs rising on the back of your neck feel like cold needles prickling against your skin.  

You force a smile. 

"How could I forget" you say, a sickly sweet little jab.  

"Good girl" his words land like a pat on the head, and it makes your blood boil. You hold your smile though, as he loosens his grip, dismissing you.  

Unmoored from Finn and wandering through the crowd alone now you realise that you're quite a bit more tipsy than you'd intended. All those glasses of champagne were starting to add up. 

You walk slowly on your way back from the restroom, unwilling to return to Finn but forcing each step as you turn back towards the hall that leads back to the ballroom.  

Before you can get more than halfway back a soft spoken waitress approaches.  

"Excuse me ma'am, a moment?"  

You blink and nod, slightly bewildered as she leads you through to an alcove room, a small curtained lounge off the main floor.  

She waits for you to enter before she pulls the curtain shut, closing the ball room away and dampening the noise, the effect made the space feel private. This room was darker, and you blink as your eyes adjust to the dimness after the dazzling ballroom.  

"Are we having fun?" Comes a familiar smokey voice.    Your surprise is interrupted as the waitress pulls a seat out and gestures for you to sit at a small table, you hesitate for a moment, your brows furrowing, but you do so.  

"You're drunk." Silco's eyes slither over you in obvious disgust. You feel your cheeks heat slightly as you sit there, cold and sticky in your wine stained dress. He was of course, infuriatingly correct.  

You open your mouth to say something but Silco raises his hand and cuts you off as the waitress delivers a silver tray and places it before you, lifting the silver dome to reveal a variety of small pastries, tiny sandwiches, meats, olives, even a small serving of soup.  

"Eat." He commands in a tone that leaves little room for argument.  

You'd never heard him use such a tone with you before. It was so ruthless and sharp that you could probably cut stone with it.  

You consider arguing but when your eyes flicker between the food and his and he narrows his own eyes at you in a dark humorless scowl, you decide it's probably not the time to test his patience. 

You reach forward and pull the soup towards you and start spooning it into your mouth. It's rich and warm and comforting in a way you were not expecting.  

You finish the soup quickly, the spoon making a gentle sound as you place it down the and move on to the sandwiches, cut into silly little triangles. The bread was soft and fluffy and the variety of fillings were delicious. 

Silco was silent as you ate, which strangely was not uncomfortable. In fact you got the sense he was pleased and contented to sit there and smoke a cigarette in peace while you quietly ate. 

You were already starting to feel much better, sharper, more refreshed. 

You reach for the glass of water, it was ice cold, flavored with cucumber and lavender. The taste was delicate and refreshing in a way you'd never experienced. Your eyes widen in surprise at how good it is as you shamelessly chug more of it. 

"You're not supposed to be here" Silcos voice cuts through the silence unexpectedly and you put the glass down to look at him. 

He doesn't turn towards you though, instead he continues smoking and staring straight ahead as if he is deep in thought.  

Clearly he's talking at you and not asking an actual question. Typical behaviour of someone "very important". You valiantly resist the urge to roll your eyes. 

You wait a polite moment and he gestures annoyed for you to keep eating before you select another delicious little sandwich and bite into it. 

He's silent for a while longer as you continue to nibble silently at the meal before you like a rabbit. 

"Something happened." He says, turning towards you now.  

You look at him annoyed because you'd just taken the large final bite of a sandwich and your mouth was much too full to talk. Did he do that on purpose? It feels like it takes a long time to chew and swallow. In your rush you now need a drink of water before you can respond. 

You explain how you were knocked over, pointing to the now red flourish over your hip.  

Did he just smile at that? You swore the corner of his mouth quirked up. 

He waves his hand dismissively and shakes his head. 

"No no no... I know about that."  

You frown at him, waiting for him to continue. You're holding a sandwich but not game to take another bite till you know what he's going to say. 

  "Something else happened. You look pathetic... scared... Did he threaten you?..." He searches your face, those sharp eyes judging your reaction. You hesitate, because Finn had said if you told Silco he would know and Mia wold suffer. Shit, shit, shit. Maybe being in here right now was not such a good idea. You need to find a way to leave, and soon. 

"No that's not it... Hmmm" he pauses tapping a finger against his lip thoughtfully.  

"The friend, he threatened her" he counters, sharp eyes fixing on you again.  

You try not to react but that in itself apparently gives you away. 

"Ahhhhh... I see, much harder to risk someone else's life. Hmmm silly girl, playing around drunk in the lions den. What did you expect?" He laughs gently and cruelly stubbing out the remains of his cigarette in a polished brass tray. 

"Did he lay a hand on you?" He now asks cooly, his eyes sharpening.  

You pause, the thought of Finns hand around your neck, lifting you slightly off the floor flashes through your minds eye and your shoulders curl just a fraction. He see's it. 

"He did..." Silco's eyes flicker and he looks away for a moment, just jaw tensing, his hand clenching and unclenching.  

"Interesting." The single murmur like ice. 

Not sure what else to do with yourself, you take another absent bite of the sandwich.   

The silence stretches and becomes full of something uncomfortable, you feel ashamed and embarrassed suddenly. You'd gotten drunk, you were way in over your head in a very bad situation, and here he was making you eat to sober up, like a naughty delinquent. He may have been rude and harsh and chiding but the act itself betrayed care.  

  You want to apologize, you want to thank him for the sandwiches but the words won't come.    It happens so quickly, Silco shoots to his feet and strides out, leaving nothing but the swaying curtain in his wake.  

You stare at the curtain till it stops moving as you sit there, utterly alone and bewildered, with a half eaten cucumber sandwich in your hand like an absolute twat.  ----

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>>>Chapter Five TBA

[molinaesque]

God, he really cared for her so much 🥲 (Image 1, 5, 6 and 8 are from a mini game, 'Jinx Fixes Everything' which you can watch here)

[redr0sewrites]

i will forever defend these two- NOT to start discourse but they are both so heavily mischaracterized by the fandom its INSANE like omg yes they are flawed but they are also trying their best PLEASE leave them alone 🙏🙏🙏

as usual im yapping in the tags if anyone cares

[rins-rambles]

Silco kept his drinking glass, while Vander left his with a letter for Silco in the mines. But Silco never went back.

[krisdreemurrs]

it sucks being an arcane fan and seeing people misunderstand marcus's character as a whole. in my eyes his scenes with his daughter are less to make us feel bad for him and are more for us to simply understand why he's still doing the shit he's doing. say whatever you want but if I had to do shady corrupted ass dealings to keep my family safe I probably would out of sheer terror, so while I fully think marcus dug his grave I can understand why he couldnt just rebel against silco. marcus as a character reminds me of the simple human fact that everyone wants to change the world but most ppl arent actually willing to sacrifice what they have to do it.

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving them hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse Ver.!

— VIKTOR

He is a mix of bashful and pleased. When you kiss and nip at his neck, he goes still, cheeks flushed as a soft, breathy chuckle escapes.

"You...really like marking me, don't you?" He tries to act unfazed, but when he looks in a mirror later and spots the darkening bruise, his fingers ghost over it.

He'd cover it with a scarf or high collar in public but secretly loves that you left your mark. It's a rare indulgence that makes him feel wanted.

— JAYCE

He leans into it and lets you do whatever you want, practically purring under your touch.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kiss him.

He flaunts the marks with pride. If someone notices, he grins wider. "Oh, that? Yeah, my partner's got good aim."

— MEL

She doesn't stop you; she tilts her head to give you better access, enjoying the sensation as your lips press against her golden skin.

"Careful, darling," she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "You'll leave evidence of your affection."

She wears her hickeys like jewelry, unbothered by anyone's reactions, because who would dare question her?

— VI

She pretends to complain. She'll huff as your teeth scrape her skin, but she's grinning the whole time.

"Really? You're leaving me looking like I lost a fight?" She teases but tilts her head anyway.

She wears the marks like trophies. "Yeah, my partner did that. What about it?" If someone stares too long, they might catch her smirking.

— CAITLYN

She gets flustered. She tries to keep her composure as you kiss along her neck, but her blush gives her away.

"Are you... trying to make this harder to hide?" She scolds, though her voice is shaky.

Later, she's wearing a high collar. When Vi notices and teases her, Caitlyn glares but secretly feels proud.

— AMBESSA

She chuckles lowly, utterly amused by your boldness. She lets you have your way, resting a heavy hand on your back.

"Is this your way of staking a claim?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her neck for better access.

She wears the marks unapologetically, daring anyone to comment. She admires your daring streak and rewards you for it later.

— SILCO

His sharp intake of breath is the only indication you've caught him off guard. He doesn't stop you, but his hand tightens on your hip.

"Bold," he mutters, his gravelly voice filled with amusement. "Do you think this will deter anyone?"

He hides the marks beneath his collar but touches them absently, conflicted between annoyance and smug satisfaction.

— VANDER

He laughs softly, a warm rumble from deep in his chest as you leave your mark on him.

"You're enjoying this a little too much," he teases, cupping your face to kiss you.

He's not embarrassed about the marks and won't bother covering them. If someone comments, he just grins. "What can I say? My partner's passionate."

— SEVIKA

She smirks, tugging you closer as your lips graze her neck.

"Careful, sweetheart," she growls softly. "I might start thinking you're obsessed with me."

She doesn't cover the marks, wearing them like a badge of honor. If anyone so much as raises an eyebrow, she gives them a warning glare.

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o falling asleep on their lap

The reason I have to post requests like this is because, for some reason, if I post them as Tumblr requests, I can’t find them again when I search for them. Making the masterlist was a real struggle. As usual, I’m using the headcanon to promote my longfic on Arcane, Everytime It Rains.

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Jayce:

It often happens when he spends the evening working instead of giving you attention.

You know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, so you settle for climbing onto his lap, letting your limbs dangle, and resting your face against his chest.

He stays focused on studying the documents in front of him, but one hand holds your head steady to keep you from losing your balance.

He strokes your hair absentmindedly.

When he notices you’ve fallen asleep, he feels a warmth, a tender sort of affection. He doesn’t want to wake you but wishes he had something to drape over your shoulders.

After a while, it becomes his signal that he’s pushed himself too far with work.

That’s the moment when he lifts your face to kiss you before carrying you to bed.

Viktor:

The classic "working on the couch" position, where you first sit next to him to avoid disturbing him, then drape one leg over his lap, and eventually both. By the end of the evening, you’re fully curled up in his arms.

He holds your side, resting his cheek against your head while continuing to read his notes, basking in the warmth of that shared intimacy.

He asks you several times if you’re tired, and when you don’t respond, he smiles softly, realizing exhaustion has won you over.

He pulls the blanket up to cover you both, and even when you grumble in annoyance at his movements, he chuckles and just says, “Just a second”

He works for another couple of hours but never stops stroking your side or giving you small kisses on the forehead.

Ekko:

“Aw, someone’s sleepy here,” is the first thing he says when you take the overboard from his hands, and let yourself plop into his lap, already wrapped in a blanket like a cape.

He doesn’t even try to go back to what he was doing. Instead, he pulls you close, rubbing his face against yours, taking in your scent.

He loves it—maybe even more than cuddling lying down. He enjoys the weight, the shape of your body, and being able to cradle you.

Because of this, he doesn’t ask if you’d rather lie down; he stays put, ensuring your rest is protected.

It’s only when you’re fully asleep and start shifting to find a more comfortable position that he decides to carry you to bed, staying there with you afterward.

Vander:

I’ll be honest, would.

The underground city is freezing due to the lack of light that filters in, all the glass and steel radiating cold from the outside. That’s why there’s no place more comfortable than this man’s laps.

You usually do it when the bar is still closed, and only a few close friends are inside. When you know he isn’t on the defensive and you won’t slow him down.

He laughs, keeping one hand on your back to support you, and points out to anyone around him that it’s good for you to get a little rest.

If you stay asleep even after the bar opens, he’ll grab a chair and sit it beside him so he can take care of the larger tasks first and then return to you in his lap.

But if it’s the weekend, when things can easily heat up, he’ll delay opening just to get you to bed, give you a kiss, and apologize for leaving you alone.

Silco:

Can we normalize this man as a piece of furniture?

It’s not even about being tired or wanting attention, sometimes it’s just the comfort the situation itself provides.

The way the swivel chair rocks, the vinyl on the record player, the intense, greenish light pouring through the window, and enjoying his delicate fingers in your hair while the entire city stretches out beneath you.

He doesn’t ask why you do it, nor if you want to move. He assumes that if you wanted something different, you would simply ask, so he continues to give you those small attentions endlessly.

He keeps you on the side of his good eye, so he doesn’t have to turn his head to check on you, but can discreetly notice if your expression changes or if you fall asleep.

These are the moments when Sevika knows that no one is supposed to enter his office, so you can have a bit of peace.

Jinx:

She’s always busy, always active, always too loud. Sitting in her lap sometimes seems almost like a necessity to keep her still and focused on just one thing.

“Awwww, my little bug is sleepy?”

She hums while holding you in her arms, one hand still trying to get her projects done.

If too much time passes, she’ll bend her knees and push herself forward, making the swivel chair move in the direction she wants so she can stay occupied while talking to you about whatever crosses her mind.

If she feels your breathing change, that you’re falling asleep, she suddenly freezes, as if to let you rest.

She pulls you closer, caresses you, kisses your temples, and carries you to her little couch.

Vi:

If manhandling were a woman

When you sit on her lap, she treats you like you’re a cat: fine. It will end there.

Does she need to pee? No, she doesn’t anymore.

She can’t disturb you, or you might get up and leave.

But when it starts to become a constant, she’ll cover your back and simply hold you while she does what she needs to do.

If you complain, she’ll kiss you, apologizing and reassuring you that you’ll be back on the sofa soon, asking you to hang on.

She enjoys that closeness, your breath on her skin, the trust in that action.

The moment she sits back down or rests, she’ll shower you with cuddles, even if you’re asleep or pretending to be.

Caytlin:

She’s the one to ask if you want to sit in her lap, worried that she’s neglecting you.

She keeps you with her, even if you’re asleep, supporting you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or lose your balance.

Her biggest fear is not being able to express how much she cares for you, how happy she is to have you there.

The quickest way she knows to do that is through physical contact—the reassuring, warm kind.

“How was your day?” she asks, giving you space to talk and feel seen. She doesn’t want the things she has to do to take away from you, from the two of you.

If she still feels like she’s ignoring you, she’ll ask you to sit on the couch with her to watch a movie, or maybe in bed, cuddled up, just being close.

Mel:

I recognize mommy issues when I see them, and so does she. You’ve been caught.

She welcomes you into her arms almost playfully, gently caressing your hands and arms, speaking softly with her head turned toward you.

She knows it’s the easiest way for you to ask for attention, and she simply accepts it, letting you rest either in her arms or with your head on her lap.

She talks to you about her day, her plans, her worries as if telling you a lullaby, letting you rest on her concerns, including you in her mind so that you don’t feel like a burden.

If you fall asleep, she rests her chin on your shoulder and closes her eyes as well, enjoying a few minutes of peace, trying to sync your breathing together.

Sevika:

You live on the lap of this woman.

When she adjusts her arm, when you eat something on the couch, even at the bar while she plays cards or drinks, you’re always there.

The safest place in the underground city is on the massive legs of a woman with a mechanical arm, and that’s a fact.

Her initial fear, especially in public, was that someone might associate you with her and harm you.

But over time, it’s almost become a flex -you, pretty thing, are hers,

Every now and then, she checks to see if you’re okay, if you want to go to bed, if you’re comfortable, and with her healthy hand, she caresses your cheek while doing so.

At home, she always makes sure to cover you, to keep you close.

She doesn’t even go to bed unless you ask, enjoying the feeling of your body against hers.

[princesssmars]

better leave your man at home!

mini stories of vi, sevika, abby, and ellie showing you your true worth.

wc : 7.306

contains : sfw and nsfw. fxf. fem!reader. cheating on the men's part until ellie's part lol. ellie’s is a modern!au the rest are in canon. mentions of violence and alcohol. silco but he's chill. owen but he's not chill. reader can be interpreted as bi or comphet i think!

a/n : ladies if you're reading this...cheat on him. or cheat back. yknow what just leave him.

VIOLET ꨄ

ʚɞ ever since getting out of prison and restarting her life, vi had been looking for a new purpose.

ʚɞ she had found a solid job, managed to reconnect with wither last siblings left alive, and started to build up a life for herself, but still, she felt...aimless. she longed for a deeper connection than the ones she had, someone she could yet again.

ʚɞ and then she meets you, a sweet little store owner with a voice that sounds like a symphony and an attitude as sweet as cookies. the first time she even met you she bumped into you on the street outside your bakery, knocking you supplies for your treats all over the ground. she's expecting that usual zaunite 'watch where you're going!' but instead you tell her not to worry, that you were carrying too many things anyway.

ʚɞ it was almost instinct for her to assure you she was at fault, downright demanding she help you carry everything that dropped inside and that it was the least she could do. you call her a sweetheart and tell her if she does you'll send her home with a plate of her favorite dessert. how could she say no?

ʚɞ she cant help but to quickly hang out with you whenever she can. after her shifts she stops by to help you close up, telling you its the least she could do for someone who was oh-so sweet. you seem to welcome her affections, whispering one late night when making some extra batter that you always appreciate when she stops by. she goes home on a high that night.

ʚɞ but then the worst thing ever happens. you get a boyfriend.

ʚɞ apparently he's some old family friend who moved back to the city when he found a small fortune overseas and was ready to come back to 'win you over like he tried years ago'. you told the story with a slightly wistful voice but all vi could do was nod along with wide eyes and a shut mouth.

ʚɞ eventually, she meets the guy, a tall and rather weasly looking guy who was waiting impatiently outside the store. she gave him a simple greeting and all he could do was tilt his head in recognition that she was there, apparently. she passed him and went to the back of the store and asked you what he was doing standing outside looking all suspicious. her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when you told her he was waiting to take you out but had to stand outside because he couldn't stand the smell of bread.

ʚɞ yeah, this definitely wasn't gonna last long. she’d just have to get you to see that.

ʚɞ sadly, she didn't have to do much work. ton a sunny day when the two of you were walking through the upper city levels together you stopped in your tracks, a talking vi whose arm was wrapped with yours questioning what made you stop before following your eyesight to see your boyfriend in the arms of another woman, way too close for comfort. vi wanted nothing more in that moment than to go and knock the bastard's lights out, but she had to prioritize you first.

ʚɞ you go into a depression for a week, your shop closed and your apartment locked as you skulk and cry in your home. but thankfully you gave vi a key not too long into your friendship, and she wakes you up one afternoon and demands you go and clean yourself up while she takes care of your chores.

ʚɞ you come out of the shower feeling rejuvenated and refreshed, your mood only lifting higher at the smell of cookies in the air. you pad out to the kitchen and cant help but smile when you see vi standing with a tray of perfectly made chocolate chip cookies on the island counter.

ʚɞ you sit up on your counter and moan at the taste of the cookies, vi accepting your praise of her baking skills with pride as she rubs over your bare thighs. eventually the topic steers to your recent heartbreak and vi makes sure you can complain and vent to her all you want.

ʚɞ but the last thing she wants to hear is you blaming yourself, teary-eyed and mumbling about how maybe you were too overbearing in your affections. she gently but sternly brings your attention to her, making sure you look her in the eyes when she goes on about how you’re the nicest and most soft-natured person she’s ever known and he was a fool to not see what an amazing woman he had in front of him.

ʚɞ and you cant help but feel even worse at the clear effect her affection has on you, unconsciously biting her lip at her praise and closeness. her eyes dart down to your lips and back to your eyes, slowly inching her head forward for permission. as soon as you slightly nod your head she’s kissing you with months of pent-up adoration, warmth, and lust.

ʚɞ a small part of you feels guilty for moving on to your close friend only a week after you broke up with your boyfriend, but when her fingers are drifting down to your cunt and making you cry as you cum over and over again, you can't find it in you to care.

ʚɞ “he was an idiot to give up on someone as sweet as you. but down worry muffin, i’m not gonna take that chance.”

SEVIKA ꨄ

ʚɞ sevika had made a promise to herself years ago: don't mess with married women.

ʚɞ she could give herself some grace, she was young and dumb, and the woman was incredibly gorgeous. and when a woman with legs that could bring any person woman or man to their knees comes up to you and asks you your plans for the night, you cant exactly pass up the opportunity. though she wishes she did after her partner caught them together in bed and she got in one of the worst fights of her life.

ʚɞ but she had to admit things in her life were getting a bit…stale, to say the least. her schedule was a steady routine of doing tasks for silco, reeling in jinx, and keeping the last drop working like a well-oiled machine. she didn't want anything drastic that would screw up their plans to happen, just…something.

ʚɞ and oh, does she get it. some out of towner got too rowdy in the bar and started a bar fight and before she could come in and get things under control theirams leg gets broken. so now she’s tasked with finding a good enough replacement to cover him for the few months it gets healed since he for some reason couldn't just take a shimmer dose and get back on his feet in no time.

ʚɞ she goes through dozens of recruits, all either too disobedient or downright atrocious behind a bar. she’s just about to give up and force one of the goons to do it when you come through the door. you’re rather unassuming, and at first she things you’re joking until you travel behind the bar and instruct her to give you any drink and you can make it. after ten different drinks she’s more than convinced.

ʚɞ she doesn't talk to you much at first, you’re just another cog in the machine that keeps the enterprise running smoothly. obviously she’s noticed that you’re attractive, surrounded by a stern but easy-going aura that makes most customers sit and want to talk to you for hours on end. it amused her when she watched how you convinced three different patrons to buy some more drinks so you’d continue telling them a wild story of some adventure you apparently had in bilgewater years back.

ʚɞ she can't help but ask you if its true later when the bar is closing and you’re wiping everything down, rolling her eyes when you call her out for listening to your conversations. you reveal that all your stories of adventure and excitement are true, but that you gave that life up when you decided to settle down after you get married.

ʚɞ she scoffs that the woman you married must be a hell of a catch to get you to leave behind such an exciting life, and she sees your eyes drop when you reveal that life with your husband is a nice and quiet alternative to your days of danger. sevika’s always had a good poker face, and she’s really glad she has it now after hearing you gave up all of that for a guy. and that her gaydar was apparently wrong, which never happens.

ʚɞ but its almost like this is the challenge her mind has been looking for, because after that conversation she keeps having late-night talks with you when no one else is around. you’re disarmingly easy to talk to, able to show a compassion and understanding that isn’t common for the folks down here. its only a few hours after she gets a bit too tipsy and accidentally lets slip a story about her upbringing that she lays in bed and slaps her human hand to her forehead in frustration when instead of being embarrassed all she can think about is your soft hand gently rubbing her shoulder as she poured her heart out.

ʚɞ she is so screwed.

ʚɞ eventually, you draw silco’s attention. mostly because the profits from the bar have nearly doubled since you started working, partly because he can tell a certain someone is distracting sevika. he gave her a list of tasks one day that he could tell she hated doing and she went off with a nod and without a word, and she either had a new woman in her life or she was about to snap. he made sure to find out about you a few minutes later, and asked/demanded to know more about your life. in particular, any outside connections you had.

ʚɞ sevika doesn't know whether she wants to thank silco or kill him when you’re given a more permanent position at the bar and finally introduce the crew to your husband, a man who silco has apparently given a job in his booking department. when sevika pulls him aside later to ask why he would od something like that, he just. shrugs. silco never just shrugs.

ʚɞ now that you’ve basically part of their little crime family it's even easier for sevika to spend more time with you. unfortunately for you jinx has taken a liking to you, but you handle it well and always make sure to give the girl her favorite drink in her favorite cup whenever she stops in the bar to babble on about some new weapon of mayhem she’s decided to make.

ʚɞ but after a few weeks she notices your mood start to sour, how you start getting snippy with some of the more rowdy drunks who stumble through the bar. she catches you a few hours after closing sat behind the bar with a half drunken bottle in your hand and mascara running down your cheeks. normally if this was anyone else she’d scoff to herself and quickly make her exit but instead she plops herself down next to you and demands you tell her what's wrong. through hiccups and tears, you tell her that you’re pretty sure your husband is lying to you. about a lot. in particular about where he spends his nights and comes back grumbling about ‘unfair bets’ and losing cash.

ʚɞ sevika assures you she’ll get to the bottom of it, and it only takes her a few hours of trailing thee guy to find out the problem. it seems your betrothed has been gambling your money away in seedy gambling circles, with some guys she swore she told to cut it out months ago when it came to rigging their dice when playing with tourists. but the amounts he’s using are definitely more than what either of you are making on a salary.

ʚɞ she tries not to smile when she picks the excuse of a man up by the back of his neck with her mech hand, reveling in the horrified look on his face as he makes up excuse after excuse for why he’s been stealing money from you and the boss, that he swears he’ll make it back up to silco-

ʚɞ you come in the next day as confused as ever, whispering that your husband packed up his things in the middle of the night and disappeared. sevika sits you down and explains that your husband was a thief, stealing hundreds from silco rather sloppily under his nose, and was dealt with in a timely manner. but she assures you that you won't be affected by any debts he may have had, she’ll make sure of it and make sure none of those gamblers come after you.

ʚɞ you only grow closer and closer after that night, and its no surprise you start to catch feelings for the gorgeous woman who constantly makes sure you’re safe and protected. its on one of the bars rather more exciting nights that you relent and play a drinking game with some members of the crew, and in a moment of weakness accidentally admit that since your husband left you haven't been laid in weeks, and in an additional moment of weakness admit that the first person you’d like to rock your world would be none other than silco’s second hand.

ʚɞ it was just your luck that the woman was walking by when the words left your lips, and fueled by her own dose of liquid courage came up behind you and whispered that she was free at that moment.

ʚɞ you expected many things when you settled down in zaun, and getting bent in half for hours on end by the second in command to the rule of the underground was not one of them. but when sevika groans in your ear and moans about how you have the tightest pussy she’s ever had the pleasure of taking, you’re really glad it happened to you.

ʚɞ “god, i’m really not gonna be able to stay away from you now. promise that the next time you get married you’re not gonna have to worry about being disappointed ever again.”

ʚɞ (when sevika walks in the next morning with a rare smile on her face silco does admit that he hired your husband knowing he’d be an idiot that she’d have to get rid of. you’re welcome.)

ABBY ꨄ

ʚɞ abby never saw herself as a jealous person. she’d only been in one relationship before, and even though it ended rather sourly she knew it was only natural that they’d both eventually move on. but when she sees you, a new wlf recruit walking and smiling side by side with owen, she feels…weird. really weird.

ʚɞ she does feel bad that as soon as he introduces you all to the group at a small party thrown by some of the soldiers all she can manage is tight-lipped smile and a small wave. you visibly deflate and smile it off, immediately pulled away by nora and leah to grab some drinks. manny butts her shoulder with his, giving her that ‘what the hell?’ look he loves to do. she defensively apologizes, because how should she react? her ex-boyfriend clearly has a thing for you, is she supposed to be all buddy buddy with you?

ʚɞ it doesn't help that its clear to everyone that you’re pretty. like, weirdly pretty for someone in the middle of an apocalyptic setting. crystal clear skin, smooth lips, and eyes of a beautiful shade. she caught herself staring once in the gym as you laughed with one of the trainers and had to quickly get herself together.

ʚɞ isaac must be playing a sick game because you then get assigned to go with her on patrol. she initially resented, questioning why you were tagging along when you mostly worked with the medics and mel was already trailing along. he said that apparently you had asked for the chance to get some more field practice and left it at that, dismissing her with a wave.

ʚɞ she was quiet for most of the ride to the patrol spot, hands tight on the steering wheel as you sat in the back of the truck with the others in the group and laughed at some story one the guys was talking about.

ʚɞ god, even your laugh is cute, she thinks as she carefully maneuvers the truck around a downed tree. youre like if a dream girl was placed down in this wasteland to torture her, a giant sign to tell her of course owen went after you, you were perfect. more perfect than she could be.

ʚɞ it isnt helpful that shes left partnered with you as you clear out the abandoned store in the strip mall they've all been sent to check and re-clear the spaces if necessary. she finds herself frustrated when you very reasonably and very smartly stick to her side the whole time. she swears she almost trips over an overgrown branch when she catches a whiff of your soap and she doesnt know where the hell you managed to snag vanilla flavored anything.

ʚɞ everything is fine for a while. you both remain vigilant as you walk through the barely lit aisles of the department store, the only action when a clicker jumps up out of nowhere and nearly tackled you before she’s roughly pushing you out of the way and kicking out its knees before bashing in its head with her boot. she’s panting and catching her breath before roughly asking if you were alright and reminding you to stay vigilant, taking your wide eyed stare for shock at a close encounter to what would be a rather painful death.

ʚɞ but despite her rather abrasive attitude you try your best to be friendly with her. you reveal that owen did confide about their past relationship, and as awkward as the situation sometimes was you wouldn’t let it drive a wedge between you, that you in fact wanted to be friends with abby. you had heard a great many things about her, how she was a loyal friend, a courageous leader, clearly an incredibly strong soldier-

ʚɞ her brain. short circuits a bit. the way you called her strong, like it was fact that was so obvious that she’d already proven it to you just by being out here. sure she’d pushed you of out the trajectory of that clicker but that was normal, anyone should and would do the same. she realizes you wouldn’t get the chance to see any displays of strength like that back in the base save for the visits to the gym, and a foreign voice in her head laments what a shame that is.

ʚɞ she doesn’t realize until a day later just how screwed she is.

ʚɞ whatever weird…feelings she has for you don’t even get a chance to go away or settle, just fester and multiply with your constant presence. where abby is her friends are close by, and that now includes you. at small get togethers, shared gym workouts, breakfast lunch and dinner hangouts, you’re always there with a bright smile and a warm greeting for her. she thinks she’s hiding whatever it is she’s hiding pretty well until nora pulls her to the side and asks why she just keeps staring at you whenever you’re around, that she understand there might be some lingering feelings of jealousy and resentment towards owen but that’s no reason to treat you rudely.

ʚɞ abby stumbles over her words, insisting that she’s not treating you rudely, that’s the last thing she would want to do. who would ever do that to someone as nice and sweet and gorgeous as you? she ends her mini explanation with a stiff chuckle and looks at nora who’s now staring at her with an open mouth and a flabbergasted look on her face.

ʚɞ so it’s clear that abby likes you. she doesn’t know how to grapple with the fact, and decides its best to just deal with it privately and wait for it to just pass as most things do. the only person who knows is nora, who after not talking to her for a few hours after their last encounter came back to abby’s room to apologize for walking out on her in a moment where they so clearly needed to talk more about what was just revealed. she assures abby that she’ll help her through this but it’s very confusing to herself as well. it’s not every day you have to deal with your best friend falling in love with her boyfriends new girlfriend.

ʚɞ she doesn’t agree with abby’s method, frequently telling her that dealing with this in private will only have the opposite effect. and just like normally she’s right, abby’s increased attempt at distance from you only peaks your worry and drives you to constantly check in on her to make sure she’s okay. one day you come by her room after one of your workouts, and the sight of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat in shorts and a tank asking her sweetly if she’s feeling okay and if she’d like to join you for lunch let’s her know for sure that she really can’t do this for much longer.

ʚɞ so she’s tries her best to try a different approach : exposure therapy. as bad as it sounds, she’s sure once she starts spending more time with you she’ll realize you aren’t some mythical girl of of her dreams and are just a normal person who’s dating her ex and who she can totally just be normal friends with. she comes up to you in the halls a few days later and asks if you’d like her to help you train for more field work and you beam up at her before wrapping your arms around her neck and thanking her a multitude of times before composing yourself. you go one about how you were so eager to prove yourself and you’d do no better than to have the abby anderson teaching you the basics. she zoned out as soon as she felt your skin against the back of her neck, nodding along to all of your words with a doe-eyed blank look.

ʚɞ it’s really nice bonding with you over the course of a few short weeks. you quickly pick up on the things she teaches you, and whatever you don’t she’s more than eager to help you learn. she hates to admit it but her conscious cheered a little bit when you told her you needed help aiming one of the bigger rifles, and it nearly screamed when she got to place herself behind you and helped you aim at the target practice. maybe she’s a bit delusional at this point but she swears she felt your body relax into hers, felt your breath stutter just a bit when her chest met your back.

ʚɞ and she knows it’s serious when she trusts you enough to share her space in the library. it’s a night when manny has a girl over so she’s in her usual cozy spot surrounded by the book shelves when she shears your gentle footsteps and call of her name, remarking that you initially went to the room out of loneliness about owen being gone for the night but came here when a breathless and shirtless manny told you her usual sleepover spot. she invites you to settle in with her in her heap of old blankets surrounded by dusty novels, trying her best to remain calm when you lean your head on her shoulders and insisted she keep reading her current book aloud.

ʚɞ she wakes up to the early morning light with her head rested on top of yours, snuggled up to battle the chill of the stadium air and your hand clamped around her arm. when she looks down at your face and wishes she could see you like this every day she realizes that she is really, really screwed.

ʚɞ luckily she doesn’t have to wait long to see you like that again. well, the circumstances are rather horrid. yet another soldier was having small secret party ok one of the larger stadium dorms and you were glued to abby’s side. everyone besides nora was confused but happy that the two of you seemed to be getting along so well, and nora herself kept giving abby looks that were a mixture between pity, worry, and just a bit of ‘you need to just get this off of your chest to anyone else but me’ annoyance.

ʚɞ abby was your designated drink manager, constantly making sure you weren’t too drunk and were drinking enough water to stave off any of the negative effects of the smuggled in alcohol they brought in for the party. you’re both sitting on one of the couches and observing the party when you make an off handed comment about not seeing owen for a while and abby decides to sit you down snuggly on the couch while she goes to look for him to appease your tipsy haze. her search leads her down the hallway, and it’s only when she hears an object drop in a nearby maintenance closet does she find out the truth.

ʚɞ she whips open the door to see owen and mel in a rather…well, let’s just say a really lewd position. in the midst of being disgusted and infuriated she finds a bit of amusement at mousy mel of all people doing a drunken hookup in a dingy closet. owen hurriedly tries to fix himself and his pants, insisting to abby that it’s not what it looks like, and suddenly his eyes lock on an object behind her and she turns around to see you, teary eyed and clearly betrayed before you silently stoop off to the direction of your own room.

ʚɞ abby is normally a calm person. as a soldier she isn’t afforded the luxury to let her emotions get the better of her in moments of stress. but seeing you with tears in your eyes and a wobbly lip makes her wish she broke owen’s nose on the spot. collecting all of her composure, she slaws the closet door in his face and quickly runs after you.

ʚɞ she quickly chases after you, making her way down the stadium halls until she finds your bedroom door agape, quickly knocking and entering when she hears your quiet cry demanding owen leave. she makes sure to announce who she is once she settles in beside you on your bed, gently extending her hands to make sure shes allowed to physically comfort you before pulling you into a tight hug once you let her know it’s okay.

ʚɞ she had again struggles to keep her composure when you cry into her shoulder, not minding the tears staining her t-shirt when she hears you weep about what a fool you wer, how you were such an idiot to believe that someone like him could truly care about you.

ʚɞ in the morning, she can blame the weeks of pent up feelings, or maybe the cup of beer she had an hour before, but she can’t stop herself from grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards her, commanding your attention before she reveals that should’ve warned you about owen earlier, that she should’ve known he would take advantage of someone with as sweet a nature as you. She’s always known he was a fool, but to ruin his chances of someone like you is the dumbest thing he ever could’ve done.

ʚɞ when you sniffle and look up at her with those shiny eyes and puffy lips and ask her if that’s true she feels her composed facade slipping, hands shaky as she reaches up to wipe your tears away before letting her palm letting her fingers trail down your face, biting her lip when she sees your eyelids flutter closer when her hands start to ghost down your neck.

ʚɞ she doesn’t feel sorry when she watches you take off your top, doesn’t feel guilt when she pushes you down to the bed and lets her lips bite and kiss from your neck to her chest and draw out all manners of whines and gasps from your throat. and when she feels your hips lift up and grind into her crotch, when her hands attach themselves to your hips and forces you to bring yourself to an orgasm in your pants, she doesn’t give a shit how it’ll seem when she parades you around the stadium tomorrow.

ʚɞ manny and nora are open mouthed and shocked when you walk hand in hand into the cafeteria the next morning, both starry eyed and covered in love bites as you sit together nearly attached at the hip. when owen walks in a few minutes later and quickly storms out after seeing the two of you, abby can’t help but shrug when manny asked her what the hell is going on.

ʚɞ “owen had his chance, and he should learn that jealously is a monster.”

ELLIE ꨄ

ʚɞ in moments like these ellie remembers laughing at how her fellow lesbians would fall for their straight friends in middle and high school and end up with broken hearts and broken friendships. and now as she sits across from you and listens to you lament about your boyfriend, she realizes that karma is real and she is totally a bitch.

ʚɞ truly, she has no one to blame, but herself the moment she saw you walk into the record store she worked at she knew that this would only lead to trouble for herself. It was obvious to Dina, who lightly pushed his shoulder and told her to stop drooling and to focus on her work and not fall into another relationship so soon after her catastrophic breakup with cat. she had rolled her eyes at the brunette and assured her nothing would happen, that she’d politely introduce herself, help you buy a product, and never think about or see you again.

ʚɞ god, what an idiot she was.

ʚɞ as soon as she introduced herself, you complemented her tattoo, mention that you had wanted one but were too indecisive about a design and placement. before she can even think of what she wants to say she’s telling you that wouldn’t mind hooking you up with her tattoo artist who could help you decide what you wanted. hell, she wouldn’t mind helping you decide what kind of vibe you were going for when it came to the body art and where exactly on your body would be best to showcase it.

ʚɞ you’re beaming up at her and thanking her, telling her that she really is just too kind. she’s even kinder when she continues to talk to you as she helps you look through the store, helping you decide which record would be best for your collection.

ʚɞ and helping you pick out another record as a gift. for your boyfriend. she can hear dina snicker at the counter all the way from three aisles away, passing it off as allergies when you turn to look at her.

ʚɞ but it’s not like she’s gonna fall for you. she gives you her number, but that’s because she already promised she’d help you with the tattoo stuff. and sure she talks with you for hours the following week and even goes with you to the parlor for moral support, but that’s because she’s a good person! and you even told her she’s a great friend for helping you with this! she’s just being friendly.

ʚɞ soon enough she basically becomes your new best friend. she doesn’t know how it happened really, somewhere between helping you when your car broke down in the middle of the road and having dinner with your parents when they demand to meet the person who’s been taking up an extra chunk of their daughters time. it’s frightening how easy it is to just be with you, to talk to you about any and everything. she remembers it took dina pestering her at work for weeks for them to become friends, and here she is laughing with your dad over roasted chicken after a month.

ʚɞ dina and jesse call her delusional. when the former shows the latter a picture of you on the instagram account you have to ellie he folds over in laughter and tells ellie oh so eloquently that she’s definitely going to fall for you, it’s only inevitable. but she remains vigilant that she wouldn’t do something so dumb. i mean yeah you’re basically exactly her type, like a deity went into one of her wet dreams and plucked the woman she manifested and placed you in the real world, but she was strong. there were plenty of fish in the sea. plenty of gay fish, to be exact.

ʚɞ she tries to go on dates, scrolls through tinder and likes every other attractive viable woman she sees. she even manages to have a few hookups. its really just a coincidence that they have some of your similar characteristics, truly. she’s not actually looking for you in any of these girls, that’d just be weird.

ʚɞ but then it happens. she has a girl over, her leg thrown over her shoulder as she grinds herself into the pretty girl’s cunt. she’s lost in a high after the blunt they’d shared earlier and her heads thrown back as she’s letting out expletive after expletive, and then she does it. she moans your name. she pauses, the girl pauses, and its silent as they remove their entangled limbs from each other and rigidly lay in bed side by side. it hurts even worse than the embarrassment when the girl pats her shoulder with a smile after she’s put her clothes back on, wishing her luck with whatever’s goin on between the two of you.

ʚɞ there’s no point in denying it then. she doesn't even get the chance to keep it to herself, the next day when she’s watching a movie on your couch you poke and prod at her until she reveals what’s got her in such a sour mood. she doesn't tell you the full story, of course, just that something absolutely mortifying happened last night when she was riding some girl. she groans that she didn't even get to finish and that was way worse then what she said, hoping the joke will ease some of the embarrassment she has telling the story and the guilt about passively lying to you.

ʚɞ she doesn't notice how you hips shift in your seat, how your teeth bite at the skin of your lip. she does notice when you question what she meant by riding a girl. she cant help but think about how adorable you are before explaining the position in the nicest way possible. you hum and turn your attention back to the movie and she thinks that's the end of the conversation. but only seconds later you’re asking her to show you.

ʚɞ she thinks she's dreaming. no, she knows she's dreaming. its happened before, weird dreams she has after a strong high where she swears her dreams become all the more vivid and lifelike. it was super annoying the second time it happened, she woke up to a world where she in fact did not win the lottery and get to make out with her celebrity crush. but this is just cruel, she didn't know her brain could be so masochistic. but no, the feel of your hand shaking her shoulder and shyly asking if you’ve made her uncomfortable is real, your big eyes flitting to anywhere but hers is real.

ʚɞ she stutters over her words, asking if you really mean it. and you say yeah, you’d been curious about this anyway. it wouldn't hurt to do it with ellie, you were friends, right? and god what an idiot she was because she’s nodding along like of course, this couldn’t make your friendship weird at all, right? so she gets to work, not doing anything too lewd except for gently pushing you to lie on your back as she maneuvers her body over yours, placing her crotch over yours until she can feel the heat of you through her jeans. she tries not to show a reaction to the sight of you looking up at her, curious and flushed as your hand briefly comes up to rest on her hip. its only when your hips delicately press up into hers that she abruptly removes herself from on top of you, stiffly chuckling before recommending you get back to the movie.

ʚɞ neither of you bring it up again.

ʚɞ it’s so much more difficult to be around you now. before she was resolute in the fact that she was alone in whatever weird feelings she had towards you, but eventually she might move on. but with only a few actions you threw that whole viewpoint out the window. now it was clear that you were interested. maybe not in ellie but in sex with another woman. a small part of her is upset at the fact it might not be her. its only cliche that if you started having these feelings you’d fall for your gay best friend, who the hell else were you thinking about? whatever, that wasn't important.

ʚɞ what was important was what occurred over the next few weeks. it happens slowly but surely, your complaints about your intimate troubles with your boyfriend. now ellie had met the guy before, and it made her feel slightly better that she had a valid reason right from the start not to like him. the man was clearly an ass, looking her up and down the first time they met and giving her a ‘yeah you’re weird’ look that he apparently didn’t think she’d recognize. luckily she didn’t have to see him often, only seeing him in passing when she spent time with you at yours or picked you up to go hang out.

ʚɞ but now his weirdness is apparently front and center. she nearly chokes on her chipotle when you tell her that he questioned why the two of you were spending so much time together, feeling like ellie was going to make a move on you.

ʚɞ and yeah, it was offensive. just because she was a lesbian didn’t mean she wanted to jump the bones of every woman she met. unfortunately that didn’t apply here because she very much did want to jump your bones. not like he knew that. hopefully.

ʚɞ but she doesn’t want to get in the way of your relationship, begrudgingly recommending that maybe the two of you should spend some time apart so he can chill out and realize he’s being paranoid. she’s very happy to hear your quick rebuttal, remarking how you’d rather dump him then spend any more time away from her.

ʚɞ god you are making this so confusing. and it only reaches a head the next time she sees you. you’d texted her to ask if she could come over late at night and obviously she said she would, along with a bag of your favorite drinks and snacks just in case you got peckish. so she’s sitting on the couch as you both eat some shareable m&ms when the topic becomes a bit more…intimate.

ʚɞ she notices your rigid shoulders as you sit stark straight on the couch and laughs about how pent up you must be. your following laugh is awkward as you agree that you have been a bit stressed lately. so she tells a joke, that your boyfriend isn’t up to par in bed. she expects you to laugh and hit her shoulder but you nod your head.

ʚɞ you…nod your head. and then you turn to her, and she’s getting flashbacks to the last time you were this close on your couch. her face is hot as whisper that the past few times you’ve tried to sleep with your boyfriend he, as you eloquently put it, ‘just pumps and dumps’, and brushes you off whenever you bring up the fact that you haven’t had a release. that as much as it ashamed you to say it, once he falls asleep next to you you sometimes find your hand trailing under your shorts and thinking back to her stories of the hookups she told you about, wishing she could show you how all of that felt.

ʚɞ ellie has always liked your bedroom. its soft and sweet, with vines of fake ivy hanging across the ceiling and a large canopy hanging over the bed. you even have an adorable collection of stuffed animals, a few of them gifted to you by her throughout the months of your friendship. all of the little guys have been shoved to the floor now, and for a fleeting moment she things they’re really just going to have to understand before her mind is consumed again with you, how you’re pretty flushed face is staring and moaning up at her as her wrist nearly cramps with how fast her fingers are pistoning into your wet cunt.

ʚɞ you haven’t even touched her and she’s already on cloud nine. your confession nearly made her pass out, and she swore she had died and gone to heaven when you asked her to help you with your problem and grabbed her hand to lead her to your bed. it was like her horniest dream come true to see you undress, to feel over your skin, to lower her head to your pussy and try her best to suck out your soul in the most loving way possible.

ʚɞ she feels her boxers get soaked when you cum around her fingers again, legs wrapping around her waist and head raising to muffle your sounds in her shoulder. she swore she nearly came when you bit into her shoulders, already knowing she was going to look into the mirror later to look at the mark your teeth left on her with a smile. but she didn’t predict for you to be so insatiable, for as soon as she pulls her fingers out of your cunt you’re whining and grinding your hips up into hers, whispering little *‘please, el, need more’*s

ʚɞ “don’t worry, baby, i’ll give you whatever you want. swear once i’m done you’re never even gonna think of that stupid boyfriend of yours again.”

[akascow]

anyway i still think its very silly u can see jayce drew viktor's hair AND CHEEKBONES (and belly button :3) on the chalkboard diagram in the background during The Goop scene bc he literally Did Not need to do that at all HAHA

it doesnt really contribute to what the hexcore is changing and like, he was (presumably) the only one working on figuring out whats happening so, he would know the diagram is of viktor lmfao bro just added it for fun

like just in the midst of not knowing if his best friend is actively dying he decides to make a cute lil picture of him with his prominent features or whatever LMAO what a guy

and side tangent u can tell in this scene too from his VERY DARK undereyes that jayce hasnt slept in DAYS bc hes so clearly worried about viktor 👇🏻

but yeah 'jayce never cared about viktor' or wtvr yall say HAHA

alsoooo in the very next scene they look fine and back to normal (maybe even lighter too ?), so im wondering if he put makeup on to hide them 🤭

which yk isnt the first time we seen someone use makeup to cover up an impurity (silco does it in s1)

and bonus in the next episode theyre super dark again, and hes resting next to viktor... 🥹👍🏻

and jayce woke up very quickly when viktor emerged so i feel like he wasnt really sleeping maybe more like resting his eyes ? either way, bro is NOT getting his 8hrs lmao

[spxllcxstxr]

Mornings • S

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hello✨ I would like to ask a morning routine with Silco (head cannons or fanfic or a little bit of both, whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t mind). Just describe how his routine changed after s/o appeared in his life or someone like this. With the best wishes and patiently waiting for the answer 🌚🫰-- anon

Summary: Silco adjusts to no longer living alone

Warnings: gn!reader raised in the undercity, established relationship though first time living with each other, food/drink mention, reformed bachelor silco doesn't know what breakfast is nor self-care lmao

Word Count: 962

A.N: Wrote this with young silco in mind because, let's be honest here, he's a bit more put together than his older self lmao. I'm also a sucker for longterm love so like, this is the first of many mornings you would experience with him ykwim lmao, first time writing silco! Enjoy!!!

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The palm of Silco's hand is warm against your skin when your eyes open. It's still dark outside but the murky green hue of his bedroom windows offer you dim light.

Deep snores and faint whimpers emit from the man next to you, dark brows furrowed in his sleep. You dip your head down to kiss his forehead, hand running through his long hair at the same time. The tension eases from his pale face almost instantaneously. You smile at his sleeping form, now finally peaceful.

Moments later you quietly shift the covers from over top your body, placing Silco's hand beside him as well. He shifts at your movement, the mattress springs creaking underneath his bodyweight.

Growing up in the Undercity stressed the importance of rationing and saving food, meaning the three square meals a day the citizens of Piltover were used to were normally cut out altogether. Since then, however, Zaun’s food supply and imports had drastically improved and that along with your decent job wages, meals like breakfast had become important to you.

Cooking for two would be a change, certainly, but a welcomed one.

The chill in the air engulfs you as you move from the bedroom to the kitchen, which causes a slight shiver to move down your spine.

Yawning, you flick the light switch on. The sharpness of the yellow-white overhead light in the kitchen causes you to wince. The contrast of the brightness, or lack thereof, forces you to wake up a bit faster than you wished.

The light reveals a cluttered kitchen—not cluttered with pots and pans, but with various pieces of scrap metal and rusted screws. The counterspace is littered with schematics and maps of both Piltover and the Undercity.

Silco was usually a tidy man, his space at the Last Drop was well organized along with all of the other tiny rooms in the apartment. Clearly, the kitchen was not a space he frequented enough for his attention to be drawn to it.

Cracking your knuckles, you start shifting things over and away from the stovetop. You take everything flamible and place it precariously on an equally messy table.

After rummaging through the icebox, you discover a carton of mostly cracked or broken eggs, which were better than nothing. Getting straight to the point, you bring them over to the counterspace near the stovetop, which you light with one of Silco's lighters. The fire crackles to life, heating the pan above it.

"What in the world are you doing?"

You look behind you, pan still in hand. Silco stands behind you, leaning against the threshold to the little kitchen. His long dark hair hands loosely over his shoulders, fringe dangling messily over his face. Silco yawns, exhaustion still hanging over him.

The simplicity of his figure is a lot more attractive than it realistically should be. A red shirt is tight over his slim frame, causing your face to heat up. You're tempted to forego breakfast altogether in favor for grabbing your boyfriend by the hand and dragging him back to bed. He just looks that good.

But your stomach grumbles and your routine demands to be followed so you push that thought to the back of your mind, determined to act on it later.

His blue eyes take in the sight before him, you, still clad in your sleepwear with a small flame haphazardly lit underneath a small pan he doesn't recognize. Silco's brows are quirked up in confusion.

"Good morning to you too, darling..." You tease, rolling your eyes. Silco smirks, making your heart skip another beat. "And I'm making breakfast. Like a normal person."

"Breakfast? This kitchen hasn't seen the light of day since I've holed up here." His voice is raspy and deeper than usual. Blue eyes quickly scan over the room before landing back on your own. "As you could probably tell."

You nod in agreement, turning back to the task in front of you and the questionable carton of eggs off to the side.

"And I've been eating breakfast for years, so that's going to change now that I'm here."

"Is that so?" His voice is laced with a teasing curiosity that draws him towards you.

Silco stands behind you, breath just barely tickling the back of your neck. You feel his eyes carefully following your hands as they crack eggs on the edge of the pan. Steam rises as they sizzle against the hot surface.

You hum as you watch the whites of the egg turn opaque. It isn't any song in particular, just something you vaguely remember hearing at sone point in your life.

"I'm not used to this, dearest; this...domesticity," Silco mutters in your ear, this tip of his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of the crook of you neck.

"Maybe that's why you're so skinny." You tease, leaning into his touch. Briefly your eyelids flutter shut before returning to the unpredictable stovetop.

"Hm, maybe so." You feel his small smile against your skin. "If we were running on my routine, we'd already be out the door with a lukewarm coffee in hand."

With the eggs finished, you scrape them onto a freshly rinsed plate with a vaguely spatula-shaped item. Shopping for at least some sort of kitchen utensils was something you needed to do in order to make this place livable for someone other than your beloved Silco.

"Well this is your new routine, dear," You reply, placing a kiss to his cheek. "And you will love it."

With one hand placed on his waist and the other holding onto the plate of breakfast, you smile, almost like you're asking for him to challenge you on this. Instead, his eyes settle on your yours, signature smirk growing.

"I'm sure I will."

•

[likeamaya]

am i the only one strangely fond of these two bonding?

i just didn’t expect them to interact but it makes so much sense?

they are both two brilliant, talented guys. one coming from a place of wealth and opportunities, the other familiar with death and destruction only. two sides of the same coin.

also, i kind of want someone more mature to be there for ekko.

both him and powder lost everyone when they were children. but while she had silco before (not a good father figure but still one) and now sevika, ekko had nobody.

he had to grow up fast and learn how to live on his own. he turned out into a good, strong, clever boy. he is a leader and a defender and he’s more than capable of taking care of himself by now.

but he is in fact so young still. his father figure died when he was just a kid and no one ever filled that hole.

so, to have jayce interact with him, sharing his knowledge with him and being humbled by ekko, who shows him the brutal reality the people from zaun are forced to live in is kind of heartwarming.

i don’t know, i am just a softie when it comes to mentor/mentee-father/son-older brother/younger brother dynamics and i’ll hold tightly onto every little moment lmao.

can’t wait to see more of these two :”)

edit: nvm, they deceived me

[ubeb0nes]

Sevika x Fem!Bar Owner! Reader

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You were new to Zaun. No one had seen you coming, nor your success as soon as you'd laid roots down. Most people who came here for opportunity and enterprise were mad inventors from Topside, or business sharks in the Chemtech and Shimmer industry.

But you? You just ran a bar.

…You were burying your past life as a smuggler in Bilgewater by moving to Zaun, but that was neither here nor there. People had come across wealth in more morally abhorrent ways.

You learned the ways of the Undercity quickly. It'd tried to teach you a swift lesson your very first week open, when a few crooks walked in and tried to threaten you into giving up what was in your cash till. Your trusty shotgun and a few thrown glasses had been an effective solution.

You were not gonna get scammed out a livelihood down here. You swore it to yourself. You were gonna make a space that was all your own, some place people could relax and be together since The Last Drop evidently wasn't that anymore.

Then she comes around.

You knew her face. You'd seen her walking around the Lanes while you were hunting for dishware and cutlery for cheap. You'd thought "smash", and then kept it moving.

You could tell she was important even then, with the way she stalked through a parting crowd. It was no different when she entered your bar for the first time.

"What's Silco's bloodhound doing here?" "God, Sevika? C'mon, let's get a corner booth in case shit goes to hell." "Uh oh, bar lady's in trouble with the higher up's." Your patrons were not helpful.

She sat at the bar, trying to talk you up. Trying to gain information, you realized. Yeah, you weren't new to this.

Sevika was intrigued, at the very least.

Silco had sent her to scope you out. Your business had been doing too well, too fast. If you had savvy, he wanted to know about it.

And you definitely did. She'd never admit it, but she was… charmed. As much as someone like her could be, at least.

You radiated quiet control behind the bar, a rag thrown over one shoulder and another hooked on your waist while you juggled multiple shouted drink orders effortlessly. All the while making banter with her.

She was still debating whether or not to report back truthfully to Silco when the bustle of a few kids walking in cut through her train of thoughts.

You talked them down from their hyperness in a swift moment, jutting your thumb to the kitchen in the back where, apparently, there was some sandwiches waiting for them.

You shrugged off the scrutinizing look she was giving you.

"Somebody's gotta feed them," is all you said. She sees somebody else's old fire, somebody she used to know, in your eyes for a moment.

"Owner's an airhead. Nothing to worry about. Definitely just a lucky break," she tells Silco later that night.

She lets you know subliminally that your bar is off limits. Some of her men patrol around your business's property, for your property. No one comes in demanding your profits anymore.

You don't need her protection, but you still appreciate it.

You start keeping cigarillos behind the bar for whenever she comes in. She's a little suspicious the first time you offer her one and a light.

"What, are you picky about the brand?" She almost laughs at that, and takes the offering.

One of your customers calls out asking how much for a cig. "Sorry my friend, they're exclusive for the pretty lady."

Sevika feels a pang of… something. What pretty lady are you talking about? She thought the cigarillos were for her- ohhhhh…

She starts smoking less. If only to make it a whole treat for herself to stop by your establishment every week, and let you hold open a lighter while she leans forward to light her smoke and talk with you for a bit.

Your establishment becomes for her what it's already become for everybody else in the city. A safe space. A comfort.

Your warmth was undeniable. And it reflected in your place of work too, polished and furnished with a care that Sevika remembers The Last Drop used to have.

This wasn't the first time she's lied to Silco, making the executive decision herself when she didn't trust his. She hoped it wouldn't come down on you.

[deathbxnny]

Loved your writing of arcane characters saying things they regret during an argument. Would you be willing to do a version with Jayce, Viktor and Silco? I apologize if you don't prefer to write about these characters, you can ignore this

Arcane men saying things they'll regret during an argument. | Viktor, Jayce, Silco x Gn!Reader

Oh, I absolutely am willing to do that, Anon!! These are going to be pretty irredeemable, though, so there is not going to be a part two to this... anyways, enjoy!!<3

Content: Season 2 spoilers!!, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, break ups, swearing, gaslighting, toxic behavior, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

"This... isn't you anymore, Viktor. A-And I refuse to keep lying to myself like this either!" You hissed out one night, unable to keep it in any longer. You were losing your mind in this compound of his, unable to understand how seemingly no one was able to recognize how wrong everything was. People who were "healed" by him weren't the same after. They turned into robotic and uncanny husks of their old selves.

A terrifying sight that unnerved you deeply. And only you here.

The nail in the coffin was perhaps the skeptical appearance of Councilor Salo. Never in your life had you ever seen him give a damn about anyone but himself. He lived a life of riches and materialism, far from the selfless and minimalistic lifestyle found here. But after your boyfriend healed him of his inability to walk, he suddenly preached the same ideals that everyone else did.

Peace, love, and community.

Those were the important pillars of this idyllic place Viktor had created, and yet you couldn't see past the clear red flags that weaved themselves in their white attire. You were never much of a genius like he was, but it didn't take much brainpower to understand that this was not a great place to be in. No matter how hard he attempted to convince you of that.

"... I'm sorry you feel that way. But I'm afraid I can not follow your reasoning for this claim. I am myself... just someone greater. More meaningful. Isn't that beautiful?" His voice was so gentle and patient in comparison to yours. Something that wasn't unusual to him. But the way he used that tone now made you sick. "Terrifying is a better word, actually... Why can't you see that this is just wrong? You're not healing anyone-" "-But I am. Look around you. Is that not enough for you to finally believe me, my love? I want to create a better world... one in which we can live freely together." Your mind spun, his words ringing in your head dangerously. And you hated every second of it.

This isn't the man you loved anymore. He must have died that fateful day when the sky fell from above, and he covered you with his body to save you. His last act of kindness as your boyfriend and lover before he perished and left behind whoever he was. And you'd be damned if the last good memory got tainted too.

"No. I will not let you play with my mind anymore. I've had enough." You pushed past him, wanting to finally escape this borderline cult. Originally, you had only followed after him because you couldn't bear being without him. Jayce was right, though. He really was different now.

"Hm... it seems like I was right about you after all." You stopped in your tracks yet didn't dare face him. "You truly are not worth saving... you can't grasp the beauty of what I have made. I suppose everyone's claims for your low intelligence were, unfortunately, right. What a shame." How could a devil have such a soothing, loving voice? Why did the monster that now lurked in your shadow have to have your lovers face? The cruelty was too much to bear.

Who would have thought that you'd finally leave him for good after all the years you've taken care of him? This moment felt so surreal and yet ironically freeing as well. The end was near. "Did you... ever even love me?" You asked aimlessly, but didn't wait to hear his answer.

Perhaps if you had, however, you would've seen that sudden spark of surprise in his eyes, as you slipped out of his fingers for good at last.

》JAYCE

You had looked everywhere for him. And after also asking everyone under the sun if they had seen your boyfriend, you had eventually determined that he must've somehow gone missing. Worried sick, it pained you knowing that there wasn't much you could do either, considering that everyone was too busy getting ready for a borderline war and Caitlyn became unreachable as a result. Yet just as you began to lose hope, your dear lover finally returned... but he wasn't the same.

He didn't look the same, nor did he act the same, in fact. He looked so different that it even visibly startled you when you found him rummaging through his once shared laboratory. You had just returned from another wrap around the building in hopes of finding it, and whilst you'd consider yourself lucky this time around, all you now felt was genuine dread.

"Jayce...? What happened to you? I looked for you everywhere and-" You stilled at the intense look he gave you, his face flinching for a moment, as though his mind couldn't comprehend your image. Glancing over at his peculiar weapon of choice, you felt unnerved at how even that looked uncanny. The entire situation was unnerving you deeply, to say the least. "You... You shouldn't be here." He finally muttered, his voice deeper and colder than it ever was. Jayce always had such a fun and warm voice. If you didn't know any better, you would've questioned who he was a while ago.

"Hey... tell me where you were, okay?" You said, trying a more gentle approach as you neared him, eyes focused on his clearly injured leg. Had he been kidnapped? You doubted it. So what made him end up like this? Nothing you could come with explained his appearance. His hair and beard were way longer than they should have gotten in the short span of time he was gone, too.

Reaching down carefully, you tried to inspect his leg, but he seemed less receptive to the idea. Or so you assumed, after he shoved you away roughly and held the hammer to your face at impressive speed. His eyes were glossy, as though he wasn't entirely all there. He was reliving a terrifying moment in his mind, unaware of the horror you were going through. Never could you have ever thought of ending up in this position with him. "Jayce! What the hell are you doing-?" "-Get away! I know what you are... you've been sent by him too, weren't you?" You let out a shriek when he swung the hammer at you, only giving you a fraction of a second to jump out of the way.

Falling onto your behind, you quickly crawled backward and away from him, tears welling up in your eyes. Your scream seemed to at least wake him up, though, as he finally lowered his weapon and blinked at you in surprise. "Fucks sake! What is wrong with you?" You yelled out, yet as fast as his face softened, it hardened again. "... Sorry... I need to leave." Quickly making his way past you, he only barely escaped your presence before you grabbed onto the fabric of his pants. "Why? Where are you going? Why can't you tell me anything?"

The look in his eyes made you shrink away. This wasn't your Jayce anymore. "... The future of everyone in Piltover hinges on me being there on time. Now, make yourself useful for once and get out of my way." Shaking you off harshly, he left you crying on the cold floor of the once lively laboratory, not once looking back.

》SILCO

When you first met Silco, you were both still leading simple lives in the last drop with his brother and all of your other friends in Zaun. The lanes were harsh and, at times, cruel, yet you fought through the agony of it all together. Years down the line later, you find yourself still reminiscing on those heavenly days, particularly those of your lover who had turned for the worst in the time being. And the question of why you didn't listen to Vander's warnings came to mind again then. Perhaps you were just too used to excusing everything his brother did, especially after he had attempted to drown him so horrifically, which left him permanently injured.

But even so... why didn't you just listen? Why did it take so many years for you to finally throw the towel and leave for good? Finally realise that the man you loved was a monster? A disgusting and evil monster who was willing to use the plight of others for his own gain. And for what? Money? Fame? Power? It was all an ego trip you had far more than enough of. Zaun was his playground, and an escape was impossible. You'd be, however damned if you didn't at least try to anyways. Even if just in Vander's honor as a long-awaited apology.

Pushing past the crowd in the stuffy, full Last drop, you finally reached his office upstairs. Not caring about formalities anymore, you knocked and opened the door without awaiting a reply. If death met you behind it, then so be it. "Ah, darling, in a hurry today, aren't you?" "We need to talk. Alone." Short and straight to the point. Raising a brow, he shared a look with Jinx, who was just done giving him his daily "medicine". Oh, how you hated your lover's dearest creation. Shimmer. The exact thing that had ruined your lives for good. But you pushed away your disdain for the task at hand.

Giving Jinx a dismissive wave of his hand, you waited for her to be gone for good before taking a breath to speak. But Silco beat you to it. Always so painfully perceptive. "The answer is no, if you're here asking to leave. I refuse to let you go, dear. You have no one else but me after all. You wouldn't survive on your own." He always underestimated you, so this wasn't an all to surprising response. And if you were just a couple of months younger, you would have maybe agreed and backed off. But you were sick of his games.

"I didn't come here to ask for permission, Silco. I'm here to say goodbye." The slightest, softest crack at the last word gave you away horribly. You certainly didn't expect your feelings for the man to betray you, but even that won't stop you now. Said man just hummed in response as he stood up to face the window. His hands calmly lit a cigar, very much unbothered. But you knew that your sentence had gotten to him anyway with how his hand shook ever so slightly. Out of anger, most likely.

"So you think you can do whatever you want? Leave after you've spent so many years at my side? Your hands aren't as clean as you think they are, darling. Even yours are a bright violet." A reference to the shimmer vials on his desk. He knew how much you hated it, so this felt like a jab. A jab at the deep guilt you felt every day for enabling the death of all of your friends indirectly. If only you had stopped him from the start... then maybe you wouldn't have to feel the dread that ruined you from the inside anymore.

"I've accepted my flaws and sins a long time ago. I may not be better than you... but sometimes, in order to end the cycle, you have to walk away and leave some things behind." You suddenly felt so content, his cold and terrible words not reaching you anymore. You were so close to leaving. So close to leaving Zaun and Piltover like you've always dreamed. But Silco just scoffed in disbelief.

"Hah, don't give me that self-righteous shit... I've been there for you for so many years, dear. I've taken care of you, fed you, and loved you to my best ability for so long. The least you could do is be grateful for my kindness." "So you think I'm a burden?" The silence was deafening, but it was enough to confirm your long-standing suspicions. He had lost his love for you a long time ago. Perhaps the side that loved you so purely drowned in the river with him.

"... Goodbye. I hope one day you can walk away too." You turned and began walking out then, suddenly realising that it's finally over. Shoving your hands into the pocket of your coat, you felt the ticket for the skyship you had to take. "Don't you dare leave. Don't you dare it-" All bark and no bite as usual. There was no stopping you now, and he knew it. He was letting you go after all. You could just hope that one day he'd listen to your words and end the cycle, too.

What a shame that you won't be there at his side to see it, however... maybe in another life then.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Make Her Happy

|| Sevika x fem!mother!reader

|| Warnings; reader's sore and exhausted, reader has a daughter named Laye, Sevika soft for reader and daughter, Sevika referred to as 'Seviki' by Laye, brief swearing, brief hint at sex

|| Summary; reader gets home from work, but she's exhausted when her daughter and Sevika come to greet her.

Requests closed!

Started; November 14th

Finished; November 14th

Request; Sevika x reader with a child

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Living in Zaun wasn't easy. Especially when you had a child to take care of. At least you weren't alone anymore. It'd been years since the child's father left, barely even staying around for the delivery. Not that you cared. He was a piece of shit, anyway. And besides. You had someone who was a million times better than he'd ever been; Sevika. She kept you safe. She helped take care of your daughter, Laye. It was adorable. Watching someone as terrifying, muscular and tall as Sevika was play with a child.

You'd just gotten back home after a long shift down at one of the bars. Every muscle in your body was screaming for rest. Work wasn't easy, it never was. But it was one of the better jobs in this dump. "I'm home!" Your voice rang out through the apartment. Having gotten it with Sevika's benefits (aka Silco), it was nice. As nice as any place could be in Zaun. You heard the movement first. Before seeing your six year old daughter come running to you, followed by Sevika's large figure. Her head just barely missed the ceiling. With her being 6'1.

"Momma!!" Your daughter jumped into your arms and you grunted, holding her close with a sigh. Kissing her forehead that she rested on your shoulder.

"Hi, baby." You murmured, idly stroking her back. "Were you good for Sevika?" You asked, Sevika didn't miss the exhaustion in your tone. Or the way your face scrunched up when you daughter jumped in your arms. She couldn't help feeling impressed by you. Being able to work long days in a crowded, rowdy bar and then come home and have to be a mother to your daughter. Not getting much rest between it all. Definitely didn't sound easy. Especially since she now knew what parenting was like, having gotten to experience it with Laye.

"Yeah!!" Laye smiled, snuggling up to you. Completely nose blind to the bar smell that lingered on your clothes. As it did every day when you got home. You looked up to Sevika for confirmation and she gave a subtle nod. The soft look in her eyes was more than enough to convince you, she didn't even need to nod.

"That's good." You sighed quietly, placing a quick kiss to Laye's cheek. Getting a giggle out of her. You knew with your exhaustion, you wouldn't be able to stand and hold her at the same time. Laye was getting a little too big for that. Sevika seemed to notice, wondering why you were on the ground for so long before she put it together. Sevika bent down to one knee, non prosthetic arm gently touching Laye's back. There was a gentleness to her that wasn't often seen by anyone. You loved having the privilege to see it.

"Laye, let's let your mother rest." Sevika's voice comes out with a husk to it, but gentler than her usual tone. Obviously not wanting to give Laye any reason to be upset or fear her. However there was still a sense of command to it. Trying to get the little girl away. Even if just for a moment so you could get in.

"Noooo!" Laye whined, burying herself into you. You frowned a bit and tried not to immediately hold her. It was hard not to just wrap your arms around her and hold her tight. You knew Sevika was right; cause you desperately needed a moment.

Sevika's eye twitched and you knew she was trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. Reminding herself that this was a kid, not some punk that she could yell at. Plus she wasn't just any kid. She was your kid.

"Baby..." You took a moment to think on it. What could convince her to let go of you? "Hey, you got that new tea set. Right? How about you see if Sevika will play with you?" You suggested, which seemed to get your daughter to just light up. Meanwhile Sevika's eyes widened when she looked at you. You could tell she wasn't overly thrilled, the soft red of her cheeks giving her embarrassment away. You tried not to laugh, giving her a silent promise that you would make it up to her later.. she caved at that. Knowing exactly the kind of promise you had in store.

"We could have a tea party!! Wait but Seviki you no have a dress." The girl pouted at 'Seviki', which was what Laye had taken to calling Sevika. Sevika gritted her teeth, realizing she would have to figure out a solution so your daughter was happy. The things she does for you...

"Uh.." Sevika looked around the room, spotting a blanket and walking over. It wasn't super colourful or anything but she could make it work. She wrapped the blanket around herself in a way that covered her chest but left her shoulders out. "How's this? You can pretend it is a dress."

Laye's eyes lit up and she giggled," okay!!! You look silly, Seviki." She laughed. Sevika rolled her eyes and gave you a look before walking to the dining room with your daughter. You held back a laugh, trying desperately not to laugh at your poor girlfriend who looked utterly unhappy. Her in that blanket though was absolutely adorable. The blanket barely went past her knees, as it was meant to cover you. Not her. And you can tell behind all the grumpiness, she really did like hanging out with Laye. Otherwise she wouldn't have put in the effort to make her happy.

[jadeddangel]

Hello! How about arcane charaters reaction to the reader wearing a pretty dress/outfit?

Please and Thank you

Arcane reacting to the reader in a pretty outfit

Jinx:

Whistles, like straight up

She'll stop whatever she's doing to give you all of her attention and I mean all of it

It's funny that you think that your walking away walking

If your a girl or a trans fem? She's got a strap in her workbench drawer ready for the occasion

You wanna top her? She's alright with that go straight ahead

Your male or trans masc? She will ride you until your shaking or give you head whatever you want

Your either passing out or crawling out of her workshop

"Oh! Hi bab- *whistles* well damn your a pretty thing!" Jinx giggled out excitedly,"cmere cmere! I wanna love on you!" Jinx insisted

"Ok ok ok what's up?" You said walking closer.

And then Jinx pulled you closer, whispering in your ear while letting out little laughs "yknow~ you look so pretty, but what if we just take it off?"

Your neck will be marked and hell she might even get you a collar with her name on it, just for a good precaution yknow?

Vi:

You're now not allowed to go anywhere without her

Your gonna go shopping and it's topside? She's got a hoodie on

You have to go to work? She's staying right where she can see you

Your working for silco? She knows how to follow and be undetected

She marks you, not even in a sexual way, she's just possessive

It's either your getting marked and she's going with you

Or your staying home and changing

"Little mouse? Oh, oh my..where do you think you're going?" Vi asked, leaning her side against the doorway

"Huh? Oh, I was gonna go shopping up topside and wanted to look nice. Why? Do I not look good?" You asked paranoid

"No, you just look a little too good, little mouse." Vi moved closer

Yea, on the other hand, if she decides you look too good, she'll just take it off herself

Silco:

He doesn't care

Like genuinely

He always has someone watching over you to make sure your safe

You insist you can take care of yourself? He'll agree with you(and send sevika after you)

He's borderline asexual and doesn't particularly feel the need to make sure your marked by him or anything

He knows he's feared in the underground, so there's nothing to worry about

You knocked on silco's door carefully hearing a muffled "come in" from behind it

Silco took a moment to glance up from his papers when he heard you walk through the door. "Ah good morning, my dear. I hope you slept well," silco said, setting his pen down

You nodded "yea I was gonna go out, so I was just letting you know "

Silco nodded. "ok dear, have a good time." Silco waited five minutes after you left to call sevika into his office. "Follow them," he ordered sevika

And this is the routine every time

Ekko:

You think your leaving your shared room like that? Hahaha no.

He will lock you in your bedroom till you change or will change you himself

After the day is done he'll insist you put it back on so he can admire you properly

Intimate moments were rather rare due to him running the firelights

So he definitely took advange of this

Those clothes aren't lasting through the night and neither is the grease paint on his face

"Morning firefl- no. Get back in that room now. " Ekko cut himself off, setting his coffee cup down on the counter and pushing you into the room gently

"Ekko nooo! Cmon, I look adorable!" You insisted

"Yea I know and I don't wanna have to deal with certain problems of my own and keep people from looking at you in the way only I'm allowed to, so change" Ekko finished before locking you in the bedroom and standing there until you were done

He loves you so much if you can't tell

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving you hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse ver.!

— VIKTOR

He's hesitant at first, worried he might hurt you. But when you guide him with reassurance, he leans into it.

"Are you sure about this?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before his lips leave a soft mark.

He blushes once he realizes what he’s done but can’t help brushing his fingers over the bruise later. The sight of it fills him with quiet pride.

— JAYCE

He's cocky about it. He kisses your neck teasingly before nibbling, his grin evident even against your skin.

"I bet this’ll be hard to hide," he chuckles, clearly satisfied with his handiwork.

He’ll keep admiring the marks he leaves, smirking every time your collar slips and they peek out. "Looks good on you."

— MEL

She's deliberate, taking her time as she presses her lips against your skin, her touch firm yet sensual.

"You’ll carry my mark beautifully," she says, her voice dripping with confidence.

The marks are perfectly placed—just noticeable enough to remind you of her presence without being gaudy. She’ll smile smugly when you catch sight of them in the mirror.

— VI

She's playful, nipping and kissing wherever she can reach, holding you close as she works.

"Oh, you’re gonna look so good with these," she teases, her laughter low and husky.

She’s shameless about it. Every time she catches a glimpse of the marks, she gives you a knowing smirk and a wink.

— CAITLYN

She is shy about it at first, but when you encourage her, she gains confidence.

"I’ve never… done this before," she admits, her cheeks pink as she carefully kisses along your neck.

Once she’s started, though, she’s meticulous, leaving elegant marks that aren’t too obvious. She’s secretly pleased every time you notice them.

— AMBESSA

She doesn’t ask for permission; she claims what she wants with a low growl and firm kisses.

"You’ll wear these as a reminder," she says, her voice heavy with authority.

The marks are bold and unapologetic, much like her. She loves seeing them, a constant reminder of her dominance in your relationship.

— SILCO

He is surprisingly calculated about it. His lips and teeth are careful as he works, leaving dark, deliberate bruises.

"You’ll remember me," he mutters against your skin, his voice low and gravelly.

He smirks every time you catch sight of them, knowing they’re his handiwork. It’s an unspoken claim he’s proud of.

— VANDER

His hands firm on your waist as he leans in to kiss your neck.

"You’re not gonna be able to hide these," he teases, his voice soft and playful.

His marks are large and unmistakable, and he loves seeing them, especially when they make you blush. He takes pride in leaving his mark on you.

— SEVIKA

She's rough but controlled, her lips and teeth working with a confidence that leaves you breathless.

"You’re mine," she growls softly as she nips at your skin, her smirk growing wider with every mark she leaves.

She’s possessive about it, and every time someone glances at your neck, she gives them a smug look, daring them to comment.