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angelltheninth · 5 months ago

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When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

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katz-rambles · 11 months ago

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hello! I see your taking requests so can i request arcane charaters reacting to the reader with a good singing voice? please and Thank you!

Of course! I'm a former choir kid, so now so is the reader, specifically a soprano.

(fluff, gn!reader, established relationships with the characters (separate), I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Jinx

• She's immediately in love with your voice, that's a given.

• Constantly asks you to sing for her, and if you do it's like she's in her own little world where it's just the two of you.

• When she puts on her music while she's tweaking with her inventions, if you start to sing along, she'll fold right then and there. She's in a trance.

• She purposefully keeps the music quieter than normal so she can hear you better.

• If she recently had an episode, you're one of the people she may go to afterward to help her calm down. Your voice is therapeutic to her.

"Whoa, toots. You never told me you could sing. Oh! We could sing together! Just you and me!!"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• A lot like her sister, she loves your voice. She would actually pay you to sing for her.

• Please do karaoke with her. It's one of her favorite things, and it also gives her an excuse to listen to you sing.

• If you two are laying in bed together, she may start to hum a tune, as a silent ask to have her sing with you, and you know this. Plus, who are you to deny her your beautiful voice?

• One of her favorite things to do with you is sing. You two could be working on your own little projects, and she'll turn on a good song, and you two will just sing together.

• Taken together, she loves your voice. She's not afraid to tell you that either.

"Oh, come on, cupcake. Your voice is.. angelic. Please, can you choose the song this time?"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Ekko

• Loves to hear you sing. Honestly, he also has an angelic voice (but don't tell anyone.)

• He will 100% sing with you. You two can harmonize amazingly. His voice is the perfect opposite to yours.

• He lays his head in your lap and just listening to you sign, or hum. Either way, he loves listening to you.

• If you sign to the kids, especially to help them calm down, he's head over heels. Immediately.

• After a long mission, you help him calm down by you both singing. It's so therapeutic for both of you.

"Thank you, bug. I mean it, you don't know how much I needed that. Your voice is amazing, thank you."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Vander

• Kareoke nights at the bar. The people love you, and so does he.

• If you sing ragtime, or anything similar, he asks you to have a certain day of the week or month dedicated to you performing live music.

• He enjoys listening to you. So do Powder and Violet. They all love to listen to you, especially after a particularly long day.

• If you two have a few drinks, he'll pit a record on, and you two will dance and sign for hours.

• He loves it when you sing while cooking. If you like to cook, it's so domestic. It's something that helps him calm down.

"Powder loves it when you sing for her, you know. She said so herself. She loves it, almost, as much as I do, darl'."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Grayson

• She's head over heels for you when she figures it out. Your voice is such an opposite compared to her raspy voice.

• She finds you entrancing, every nite you can, or can't, hit just fuels her love for you.

• After almost every mission she loves to hear you sing, it's such a comfort for her.

• Sometimes she'll place a finger or two on to your neck while you sing to feel the vibrations of your voice and to mess with you by pressing down to give you a voice crack.

• If you try and teach her how to sing, she'll actually fold. You're so sweet, and you always sound amazing. Please sign and let her dance with you.

"You sound so pretty, you know. I could never tire of hearing you, love."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Marcus

• Another one who falls head over heels when he finds out you can sing. It's such a simple thing, but it brings him so much joy to see and hear you enjoy it so much.

• Please sing to his daughter. If you do, he's getting on one knee and marrying you right then and there.

• He can't sing, but he tries. He's not off key or anything. He's just not the best at it.

• When, and if you feel comfortable singing to him, he's only focused on you. He loves it, and so does his daughter.

• If, after a long day, he finds you singing a lullaby to his daughter, I think he'd cry. He loves knowing that you care so much for her and for him.

"I heard you singing to Ren. She loves your voice. It helps her feel more at home. So.. thank you. We.. I don't deserve you."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Caitlyn

• Oh, where to start..? She's so excited when she figures out you can sing. Because not only can you sing, but you're amazing at it too!

• You two have kareoke nights, all the time. Her parents get annoyed when it's like two in the morning, and you two are tipsy and singing whatever songs you guys can find. But it's all in good fun.

• She's kinda off-key when she sings, but you don't mind at all. You're just glad she's having fun.

• Because she's a little off-key, it probably took some convincing to get her to sing with you. When you do convince her, she's still a little self-conscious about her voice, but when she hears yours, it's like all her worries just seem to melt away.

• You two seem to have the most fun when you're a little tipsy, though. That's when all your worries just seem to melt away, and neither of you can find a care to worry about anything other than each other's voices. If you offer to give her lessons, she'll actually cry, you're just so so sweet. She's so in love with you.

"Are you sure, my love? I know, you don't mind.. but isn't that just extra work. And besides, you're so good at singing, we're opposites! That just makes us better."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Viktor

• Oh my lord, he's fallen even harder than he already has. You just keep on getting better and better. He's convinced you're actually perfect.

• Please hum a little tune while you're both sitting in the lab, whether it's to calm you both down or just because you're bored, he stops what he's doing and gives you his full attention. Jayce wants to know your secrets.

• If you ever find him overworking himself, just promise that if he comes home with you, you two will put on a song of his choice and sing together. Nine times out of ten, this will work almost immediately.

• A lot like Vander, he loves to watch you sing while you cook or bake. It's such a wonderful sight to see when he comes home from a particularly rough day at the lab.

• Sit outside with him, and sing and dance the night away, with some star gazing thrown in here and there.

"You never told me you could sing. No, no.. please don't stop. You're wonderful, darling."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Jayce

• Heart eyes.

• Pretty, pretty, please come down to where he makes the hammers and find a beat within the hammer making with whatever tune comes to your head.

• He can sing, I'll die on this hill. He's amazing at it. He's just never told anyone. So there's a lot of you two singing to whatever song he can find to play.

• He enjoys writing little songs with you to sing together. It's your guys' version of a nice date, and you both love it.

• When you two are creating said songs, sometimes you two spice it up by adding some, impossible, theories inside the song, posing them as notes, and then giving them to Viktor to watch him freak out over the absolute terror he feels. You two also love to harmonize, you two are amazing and are constantly singing.

"Ooh! What if we do something about space not being real or a flat earth. He'll go crazy. Yeah, I know it's a little mean, but that's the whole point. Then after we can play some records together?"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Mel

• She's in love. She doesn't sing or hear people sing too often, only for the plays and occasional operas that are held.

• If you're an opera singer, she'll try her hardest to convince you to join the cast of one. She'll be your biggest supporter.

• She won't admit it to anyone, but she has, on multiple occasions, fallen asleep to listening to you sing.

• If you take her up on her idea of joining an opera cast, she'll be a little bit jealous that other people can hear your angelic voice.

• She sings. She's good at it, but she rarely ever feels the need to. That was until she met you. Now, if you offer to help her out with refreshing her skills with singing, you bet she'll almost immediately agree. She says it's so she can get better, but you both know it's just an excuse so she can hear your voice.

"You were amazing out there, love. You had the whole crowd entranced, really. I've never seen someone with such skill before."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

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jinxesgvn · 3 months ago

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#arcane league of legends #arcane league of lesbians #silco #silco fic #silco x reader #jinx arcane #jinx #jinx fanart #jinx league of legends #jinx and isha #jinx lol #viralpost #relatable #vi arcane #lol caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #marcus arcane

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nasty-redrum · 7 months ago

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Please please someone write something for Marcus. I miss him and there's not enough content for him

#arcane x reader #arcane marcus x reader

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starryeyed-spacegirl · 7 months ago

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As We Fall Chapter 53 "And Crush You With It" Is Posted!

The next Silco POV is complete! We're really in it now folks. Things are snowballing as we fall quickly towards Christmas (LOL). More to come soon!

(check out chapter notes for this chapter's CONTENT WARNING)

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jitarossun · 3 months ago

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Smoke and Sparks

CHAPTER FIVE

Summary : On the bridge between Piltover and Zaun, Silco and Sevika have taken you aside, a knife at your throat, so you have no means of escape.

TW : Injuries, death threats, violence, strangulation, use of Y/N

Pairing : Silco x fem!reader / Sevika x fem!reader / Salo x fem!reader

Words count : 3.7k

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With the edge of the blade against your neck, you couldn't move at the risk of cutting your own skin, Silco looked at you sideways, his presence giving off a dangerous, terrifying aura. He took a few steps forward, stopping in front of you to look you straight in the eye. Silco may not have been physically imposing, but his presence was enough to make you feel uneasy, in danger.

Your eyes drift below your neck, to the hand holding the blade, then to the muscular arm coming from behind you. Those muscles, that tan skin, that imposing presence, you could have recognized her among thousands. It was Sevika, still at Silco's side after so many years.

If you had a chance of beating Silco in hand-to-hand combat and then running away, there was no way you could beat Sevika. She was taller, more muscular and a far more skilled fighter than you, and even with one arm missing, she'd probably overpower you in no time.

Sevika pressed the blade a little harder against your soft, fragile skin, a little whine escaping from your throat, you closed your eyes, expecting the worst, fear coursing through your whole body.

“Looks like the little lamb got lost and left the meadow.”

Little lamb, that's what Silco called you, he said you reminded him of that, strayed, lost, harmless. And rightly so, you always tried to avoid getting into fights, unlike the others who were much less patient and much more bloodthirsty. You never really got into fights, although sometimes you were itching to put certain people in their place, like Salo for example.

And that's where your nickname came from, he called you that so much that for a while you thought he'd really forgotten your first name.

“Open your eyes Y/N and look at me”.

Of course you did, but now is not the time to disobey her or even Sevika, or you'd probably pay dearly.

Your eyes landed on his, one blue and one orange, surrounded by scars. He sometimes took the time to hide his scars, you told yourself it was so as not to frighten Jinx or Powder, whatever, you never really talked to her.

“I think we need to talk, I'm sure we have a lot to talk about.”

“I-I must explain- I-”

Silco took your face in his hands, raising it a little as he looked down at you, a wry smile playing across his face.

“Are you going to tell me the truth, or are you going to lie like you lied to Finn?”

All of a sudden, it was as if time had stopped and your blood ran cold, a chill ran through your body on top of the coolness of the night, only the rain still seemed able to move around you, and that had accelerated, the rain was falling in torrents around the three of you, alone, on the bridge.

Then you realized that a man as powerful as him had to know everything anyway, so you abandoned the idea of running away or lying again, and with a sigh, you answered in a calmer, softer, more composed voice: “I just didn't want to drag out the conversation and get into trouble with him...”

“Because you'd rather have trouble with me, Y/N?”

“No! that's not what I meant!”

Silco let go of your face and nodded to Sevika, who lowered her knife, taking a step backwards and putting her cloak back on with a flick of her arm.

“We should take her back to Zaun and remind her where she came from!” exclaimed Sevika in her loud voice in an angry tone before Silco replied.

“I don't think that would be necessary, she's planning to tell us the truth now, isn't she?”

His gaze turned to you and very quickly you nodded, his smile never leaving his face as Sevika gritted her teeth as she spoke.

“This is ridiculous, we don't argue with people who betray us by associating with councilors!”

Your blood ran cold once again, your throat tightened and thousands of questions went through your head. How could they possibly know? You hadn't told anyone, and it wouldn't be in Salo's interest to reveal that. You were in the worst possible situation, being caught in so many lies and problems, it was frightening. And above all, you regretted ever having crossed Salo's path. Because if all this had happened, it was his fault, and you'd never have found yourself in such a situation without the deal you'd made with him.

Caught in the trap, it was time to assume everything, to confess everything, anyway, they probably already knew everything, but the question of how they knew was the predominant one.

But before you could speak, Silco did. “If we need to teach her a lesson, we're not going to make a pointless trip to Zaun for it when we can say it right here, on this bridge, with no one around to save her.”

These words made Sevika smirk and you felt nauseous, you didn't know what was worse between the threat, the fact that he was talking about you as if you weren't there, or as if you were an object.

Silco looked at you, still a smile on his face, softer, but hiding great vices, he took a step back, putting his hands behind his back.

“Come on, don't make that face little lamb, I'm sure you've got great things to tell me”

Your gaze shifted from Sevika to Silco, from Silco to Sevika, you were for obvious reasons on your guard, even though you knew you were trapped.

“Speak.” Sevika said sharply. You gulped, your throat constricted, you stammered out a few words.

“Where do you want me to start?”

This time it was Silco who spoke, his smile definitely gone to give way to a darker, more serious expression.

“You live in Piltover don't you?”

“At the academy, yes, I have a room there...”

“And what’s your job now? If you have one at least.”

“I work in a workshop and teach from time to time”

“For what purpose?”

“I'm trying-” you gulped again, it's raining, your hair is starting to flatten against your forehead, your clothes are stuck to your skin, but yet you feel immense warmth, as if you're going to faint. “I'm working on Hextech with two other people, trying to create or advance projects that might help people...”

“Ah with that famous man of progress whose name has travelled all over Runeterra hasn't it?”

“Yes and with someone else.”

A moment of silence passed, you clearly weren't feeling well, your head was spinning, the more time passed, the hotter you got, the rain poured down more and more around you and became loud enough to force you to speak louder than usual, but also and above all loud enough to create ringing in your ears. Or maybe it was that feeling of unease that was taking up more and more space inside you.

“So you're hiding nothing but good intentions?”

You stumbled back, your back hitting one of the pillars, you put your hands behind you, resting it on that same pillar, that dizziness beginning to win.

“I- No that's not all”

“We're listening”

“I have... some kind of pact with a councilor, but I swear he's forcing me, he's threatening me, otherwise I would never have agreed.”

These words made Silco laugh.

"No choice? You always have a choice, little lamb, you just don't make the right decisions. I've known you to be much more... clever."

Silco approached you while Sevika observed the scene with the same smirk, arms crossed. You looked up at the man in front of you as he was towering you.

“Y/N, Finn told me everything, and I have other sources, I know you're plotting with a certain Salo, but I can't know the nature of your exchanges, but that's just as well because you were planning to tell me.”

“Silco, I'm telling the truth, I swear, I'm being forced to do this...”

“To do what, Y/N?”

"To do some kind of... spying, but not on you, on the undercity in general. He's a nutcase, he tells me he wants to get ahead of the other councilors... Silco I swear the only reason I came to Piltover was to help my brothers and sisters in Zaun... I've never had any bad intentions towards anyone, I know I left in a hurry but please understand, this was a golden opportunity to fulfill my dreams."

And once again silence fell, Sevika and Silco looked at each other, communicating silently for a brief moment, surely thinking and debating whether to believe you and leave you alone or not.

"Good." You didn't know what was going to happen to you, but it didn't take long for you to find out.

With a sudden gesture, Sevika threw her arm around your neck, strangling you in the crook of her arm, your breathing suddenly cut off as drops of blood mixed with rain ran down her arm. You felt so bad that you hadn't noticed that the knife that had stuck to you a few minutes earlier had cut your skin and that little drops of blood were running down your collarbone and into your t-shirt.

Your hands went straight to Sevika's arm, desperately trying to get her to let go so you could breathe properly again. Silco's hand grabbed your hair, which he pulled with brutal force, forcing you to look him in the eye even though he was only inches from your face.

"We'll give you the benefit of the doubt little lamb, given that you've always been honest and competent, I'll let you live this time, even though I've had others killed for far less than you've done. But you better make sure I never cross your path in Zaun again, in which case things will happen to you that you don't want to. Go on with your little life in Piltover, but never try to come back and stay away from the councilors, it doesn't suit you."

Sevika tightened her arm around your neck. Your breathing totally cut off, your face was starting to turn red, your lips purple, you felt like your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, the wound on your neck was bleeding more and more while stinging as you tried to gasp for air.

“Am I clear Y/N?”

You just nodded with what little strength you had left, feeling you weren't going to last much longer, as Silco nodded again to Sevika who let go of you.

You collapsed to the ground in a tiny puddle, your knees slamming against the stone of the bridge, your fall throwing water droplets around you. Breathing heavily, you were catching as much air as you could, holding your throat in one hand as the blood mixed with the water and fell onto your lap, staining your soaked pants and toga.

The two acolytes looked down at you before Silco left, Sevika automatically following. Their silhouettes faded as they moved away, the rain and mist making them disappear little by little.

Now alone on the bridge in the rain, you lay on the ground, mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. Lying on your back, you threw one of your arms over your face to keep the rainwater from getting into your eyes, while your free hand was placed on your chest, your heart beating at a speed you'd never known.

This time, unable to hold back your tears, you stiffened for a few seconds, feeling that sob going up your throat before you let it escape along with your tears that ran down your temples.

At your wits' end, you wondered how you were going to get out of this situation when everything told you there was no way out.

You stayed on the ground for a while before sitting up, hearing the storm approaching in the distance. With a blank stare, you stood up, your waterlogged toga making it difficult to move forward, but it didn't matter to you at the time. You walked slowly, your gaze fixed on the ground, your footsteps heavy in the pretty but empty streets of Piltover as the darkness of night took more and more space. With a heavy heart, you walked unaware of your surroundings. It was as if you were walking in an infinite dark room where there was nothing in your way, where the only thing you could do was walk, without really knowing where it was going to take you. Neither the rain, nor the physical pain, nor the environment around you seemed to exist, there was only you and the exhaustion that now seemed intrinsically linked to you.

It was time to go back to your room, and this time, for real, without interruption, and never leave it again.

A few days had passed. You'd stayed in your room, needing time to yourself, to take care of yourself, you hadn't left your room once. Not to go to the workshop, not to see Salo, not to go for a walk or get some fresh air. You told yourself there was no point. After all, your fridge was full enough that you didn't need to go to the market, you had potable water, a functional shower, you could open the window to get fresh air in your room, you had a washing machine and a dryer, everything you needed to isolate yourself from the world.

But your fridge was starting to run low, which you didn't like at all; it was impossible for you to go out, but at the same time your stomach was screaming for food. Your last really good meal was the day before yesterday at noon, and today, as dinnertime approached, the little nibbles here and there weren't enough.

You grunted as you opened your fridge, noticing that you'd never seen it so empty. Rubbing your forehead, you turned to your closet and pulled out some simple, comfortable clothes.

But just as you were rinsing your freshly brushed teeth, a heavy knocking sounded at your door, making you jump in fright at the noise.

"Open this door! We know you're in there!"

That kind of tone, that kind of order, that kind of brutality, who else could be there but one or more Enforcers.

You spat the water into your mouth, wiped it away and headed for your door, opening it slowly to see the faces of three Enforcers who clearly weren't there to deliver good news. In fact, having Enforcers at your door was already very bad news.

“Y/N, please follow us” The man in the middle of the two spoke, tall, slim, wearing the typical dark blue uniform of Piltover's law enforcement whose logo adorned the chests of the two men and the woman in front of you.

But the one in the middle wasn't just anyone, you recognized him because, who didn't?

It was Marcus, the sheriff, the captain of the Enforcers. His brown eyes showed no emotion, only sternness.

Without a word, you followed them. The evening made the corridors empty and dark. But even in the darkness, with your eyes closed and no sound at all, you could have recognized this path easily. The three of you were heading straight for Salo's office. This didn't even surprise you, you'd even suspected it, it's true that he'd asked you to come back to his office the next day before you left the other day. And it's also true that you hadn't done so. You hadn't forgotten, you just didn't feel like seeing him. But if it's not you coming to him, it's him coming to you. At least he'll send people to bring you to him.

In front of the doors, Marcus knocked and opened the door without even waiting for Salo's reply, he entered and with a simple nod between the two men, there you were, thrust into the office of the man who had summoned you, standing in front of a chair itself in front of the councilor's desk, the Enforcers away, it was once again just between him and you.

“I thought I'd asked you to come back to my office the other day, but maybe I was dreaming.” He smirked before continuing, “Or maybe you just weren't listening at all and thought you could duck me like that without a word.”

“You say hello to start with when you're even remotely polite.”

Your dry, mocking tone made his smirk disappear, replaced by a scowl.

“Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do, you're not in a position of power here.”

“I'm more than fed up with you and your ridiculous power.”

“Oh, personally, I never have enough fun where you're concerned, I must say you're pretty fun to piss off.”

Your hands were behind your back, your nails digging into your skin as you tried not to snap and yell at him, which would get you into more trouble than you realize.

“What do you want from me this time?”

“Y/N, you disappeared for several jo-”

Salo stopped, his eyes looking lower than your face, brows furrowed, eyes squinted, he seemed to have frozen in place.

“What?” You simply asked, hoping to get an answer as to what was troubling him. But you got none. Instead, he stood up and advanced towards you, towering you slightly as he was a bit taller than you.

“Who did this to you?” He said as he gently touched your chin, gently turning your head so as not to hurt you more than you already were. His eyes were fixed on the wounds in your neck. The knife had left a nice, straight cut in your neck that had since begun to heal, leaving a crust over the blade's path. The stranglehold you'd suffered had left a bruise still quite visible all along your neck, following the path of the cut and making it even more prominent than if you'd had nothing. All those wounds were caused by Sevika, her blade and her arm, under Silco's orders. This moment left big marks, both physically and mentally.

For a moment, you gazed into his eyes, while he looked at your wounded skin. Then, suddenly, his green eyes found yours and a strange feeling ran through your body, a shiver, not of fear, not of cold, but something else you couldn't describe. Your pupils dilated slightly but you shook your head and took a step back, his hand falling back down his body.

“It's nothing, I had... an altercation with someone but-”

But Salo didn't give you time to finish, one of his hands grabbed one of your arms to stop you from backing away again and his free hand grabbed your chin again, firmer this time and tilted your head again to reveal your wounds.

"Y/N, who dared to do this to you? Did you see what you've got on your neck?"

You tried to back away but it was impossible, he had you firmly in his grasp and you had no chance of escape. Exactly what kind of muscle was this man hiding under that uniform? You'd taken him for someone physically weak, but maybe he had more strength than you thought.

"None of your business! Get your hands off me! Who do you think you are?!"

But it had no effect on him other than strengthening his grip on you.

"You have to tell me, did you get caught in the undercity? Who did this to you? Tell me Y/N, is it because of that stupid mission I gave you?"

You didn't understand what was going on. Was the man who'd been making your life hell lately and couldn't stand you suddenly showing signs of concern about your condition?

With a sudden gesture that took him off guard, you managed to step back. A beat of silence passed between the two of you.

Then Salo slammed you against his office door.

His hands wrapped firmly around your biceps, you gasped at the unexpected movement, his face very close to yours, he looked at you as if he were mad. You were even thinking at the time that he was.

Your eyes open wide, you look at him, not knowing what to do.

"Y/N. I need to know who did this to you. Tell me."

This time, the concern was clear in his voice, but it was mixed with something else you couldn't determine.

"And why are you so interested in this? What's going to change?"

These questions made Salo sigh, letting go of your arms but still not taking any step back. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, his gaze having left behind all signs of concern, replaced by a calm and gentleness you'd never seen before, you thought his eyes could forever only be filled with hatred, condescension and antipathy. But once again, you realized you'd been wrong.

In a soft voice no higher than a whisper, Salo spoke, still close to your face.

"I think we need to talk, Y/N. Come back here tomorrow at dawn and I'll take you to a beautiful place where we can talk in total tranquility. You won't be disappointed, I promise."

And that's how you found yourself at night, your gaze staring at the ceiling of your room, unable to sleep. It was late at night, probably already 3 a.m., but sleep wouldn't come to you, only Salo and his words, his promise spinning around in your head like a spell. You hadn't even eaten, despite going to the supermarket after leaving Salo's office.

Salo.

His name wouldn't leave your little inner voice, which seemed to have no intention of forgetting it.

Eventually, your eyes closed on their own, the image of Salo's eyes and the sound of his voice and words slowly accompanying you into a deep sleep.

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alternative-morenita · 6 months ago

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1.4 - The Dread

EP. 4 [AND 5] - THE DREAD contents: prologue | 1.1 | 1.1.5 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 |

7 YEARS LATER

An airship, tattered and ragged, pulls into the docks. Hidden within the tunnels of the structure, figures strapped onto hoverboards slowly levitate into the light.

Stories above the docks, they come to a standstill before tipping downwards. The flock surrounds the ship, infiltrating from all sides of the aircraft.

"Ah, shit," the bribed shipment coordinator curses. "It's the Firelights." The scavengers toss bombs that explode on impact, golden crystals attaching themselves onto individuals.

The figure with an owl mask soars amongst the chaos with ease, bouncing their feet upside the head of one thug before slamming the tip of the hoverboard into another while swerving. Slowing down, they hop off and slide the board onto their back, meeting with two other figures.

"We have five minutes till they're out of there," a robotic voice vibrates from behind the owl mask. They pull out a stop watch, obviously self-made, setting it for the allotted time.

The woman beside him leans over eyeing the barrel of purple liquid. "You ever seen this much Shimmer before?"

The leader looks between the two. "They're expanding. Check for more below. Burn it all!" Two other Firelights open the hatch for the lower deck.

The man leading the lower deck investigation, pulls out his club. As he goes to step forward, something pulls at his ankle causing him to pause. The hatch shuts on its own, a neon purple squiggly drawing glows above the Firelights' heads. They gasp in horror.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," one panics. "Open up!" Realizing the door won't open, he jumps down as the man with the mohawk releases a shaky breath.

"Oh no, she's here," he continues forward with a lit flare.

The two flinch, believing to have heard rushed footsteps. The mohawk man throws the flare ahead of them, watching as it lands underneath a lone swing.

The word: 'Boom!' was written in neon purple underneath the seat. The sound of sparks scratch through the air as a breeze pasts between the two. Before they could see her, they felt the slightest brush of fingers touch their bodies.

Metal clatters, dropping to the floor. Confused, they look down to see numerous bombs attached to their chests, bright pink - magenta - lights flickering along their dark clothes.

Their bodies explode, the aftermath enough to rock the aircraft. The Firelights on the upper deck, immediately look towards the hatch as it clanks and hisses open.

Puffs of smoke flood the air, the visibility of their environment decreasing. The sound of heavy boots thump against the wooden floor as a scrawny figure gradually makes its way closer.

A pale skin girl with long blue hair parted into braided pigtails that brushed against her heels and wide eyes the reflection of ice appears. Her gaze flitters between the Firelights, posture seemingly relaxed and innocent.

"Hi," she greets softly.

She then scrunches her eyebrows, flinging her arms to her sides to reveal two bombs of her own. She brings them to her mouth with a growl and snatches the pins with her teeth. She tosses them, each one slamming into the faces of a Firelight that stood at the leader's sides.

They fall overboard, two explosions following their descent. The leader throws two stick bombs at the girl, but she dodges each one. She cocks her pistol, aimed at the man when a large humanoid creature drops from the ceiling with his staff.

She evades him by a step, brandishing the gun at his head. As the bullet's released from its chamber, he backhands her arm. Alternating, the girl kicks him forward, leaving his body to skid across the wood.

As he slowly begins to stand, she leaps forward and smashes his head down feet first with her body weight. Taking advantage of the distraction, the leader rids the barrels of shimmer. He turns around, noticing that the blue haired girl was coming. Sending a whistle, a Firelight lights a match when the girl grabs their hand.

The girl sends a firm punch to the Firelight's head, the figure's mask flies off to reveal a woman with fair skin and pink hair. As the woman goes to look at the girl, the blue haired girl could only see the face of her estranged -- assumed to be dead -- older sister.

The girl gasps, the innocent look from before takes over. "Vi?" She breathes.

I can't lose you, the older sister's voice echoes in her mind. Why did you leave me? Because you're a jinx.

The match falls from the woman's hand, igniting the shimmer that surrounded their feet; however, the blue haired girl didn't bother to flinch. It was as if she was stuck.

I want to fight, a younger nasal version of her voice rings. You're not ready.

Finally, the woman was able to free herself, going to run away when the girl sends a quick shot at her back. The fleeing woman falls, dying on impact. The leader reaches his hand out, the deep robotic voice echoes. "No!"

He falls to the floor, carefully shaking her in hopes she'd move, to no avail. He glares up at the blue haired girl, a raged breath echoes from behind his mask. He pulls out his stopwatch, noting that they were now counting down the seconds before the crystals were to soften.

With an enraged roar, he shoves it away and begins charging at the girl with his club in hand. The girl pulls out her machine gun, manically spraying wherever she could aim.

The leader was cut off, carried on the shoulder of the Vastayan Firelight. Skillfully, he evades all of her shots and flies out of a window before flipping his leader in the sky.

Having came to his senses, the leader pulls out his hoverboard mid-flip and together, the two retreat with a successful yet remorseful mission.

ZAUN

The fish Vastayan roars, the massive beast looks down with its beady red eyes and begins charging forward. Its spiked mace swings behind him, excited to stamp itself into its opponent. Across from the creature was a tall, dark skin woman coated with a messy collage of tattoos.

Etched with bulging veins that started under her ears and trailed underneath the waistline of her sewed two toned pants. Wrappings, tattered and bloody, cover her hands and her breast. Her hair was swirled into a messy bun, showcasing her industrial based undercut.

The gray, silver, tresses shine under the greenish lights of the arena. Feeling the fish come close, she opens her eyes to reveal a pair of purple eyes. She bends down, slamming both fists into the dirt of the floor.

The soil engulfs her hands with the vigor of a black hole. Behind her, a pillar of stone pulses upwards and sends the fishman into the air. Standing up, she runs forward only to disappear.

Scratches of green flicker above the Vastayan and in a blink of an eye, the woman appears before him. Her body was in the middle of a spin when the metal heel of her boot, slams into his temple.

With preternatural strength, the force of her kick sends him soaring downwards, creating a crater as the stands tremble under the impact. Groaning, the fish opens his eyes only for them to widen as the last thing he sees is the woman's flying knees.

"Little Hound," a raspy voice calls happily amongst the overstimulating chatter of the marketplace.

"It's always a joy to see you," the scrawny tradesman smiles his tainted teeth at her.

The woman smirks from under her hood, looking over him. "I'm still not marrying your daughter, Mr. Jaskiar." His jaw dramatically drops, eyes widen with shock.

"Do you think so low of me that I'd still ask for you to take my daughter's hand? What if I was to ask what you were buying for the kiddos, eh?"

"Then that would be a lie," she chuckles. "And I could never think low of you, I'm just not in the market for romance. I'll take 50 of the persimmons and the sweetbread."

The old man chuckles, bagging her order with pleasure. He hands the bag over with one hand and covering her coin filled hand with the other.

Jaskiar shakes his head, "it's yours. It's the least I can do. You keep these streets safe for our businesses; they'd be proud of you, ya know." Her once confused face softens, carefully grabbing the bag of goods.

She shakes her head, "there's not much to be proud of, sir." With that, she flips their conjoined hands and releases the money into his wrinkled palm before walking off from the crowd.

Carelessly, she walks through the streets. Every time she collided with someone or nearly crashed into a delivery, she pushed forward without an apology.

They'd be proud of you, the old man's voice rings throughout her mind. She nearly snorts out loud.

Proud of what? What could they possibly be proud of? She scoffs to herself, her mental voice condescending and exhausted.

A walking fucking zombie for a daughter? A wannabe hero? A former shimmer addict? Where can anyone find pride in that?

The once cold air turns warm, the sounds of children laughing creeps into her ears. Coming to a stop, she carefully lays a hand on the ground and feels the astonishingly soft dewy coat of flooring -- or as topside would call it, grass.

Through its roots, she sees the Zaunian youth explore the nature wonderland. She stands up, "home sweet home."

She steps further into the new scenery, a little girl points at the woman whose arms were filled with treats. "Hound is here!" She calls, rushing up the rusted staircase.

The woman clenches her jaw, flinching at the name when small hands wrap themselves a quarter around her thigh. The woman, Hound, gently lays her hand on the crown of the girl's silver mess of curls.

Her digits curl into the strands, the soft pads massaging into the girl's scalp. "My little helper," she chuckles. "Thank you, love."

Her small voice blurts, happily, "always, mommy."

Good night y'all... more like good morning but its whatever lol

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marwp · 3 months ago

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ODIO LA FALTA DE ATENCIÓN QUE RECIBEN MIS PERSONAJES FAVORITOS.

Interesarse en un personaje ficticio para darse cuenta de la falta de contenido "x lector " es honestamente desgarrador. 💔

Pero bueno, solamente es mi pequeño desahogo.

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honey-tongued-devil · 7 months ago

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I'm receiving a lot of requests, including some truly amazing ones that I can't wait to work on, but at the moment, I'm trying to write a Silco x Reader long fic set in the AU of Episode 7 (in fact, I had already written 4 pages about what we saw in Episode 5, focusing on the mines, but I had to change it because I preferred the other scenario). So, if you notice that I’m not posting requests for a while, it’s because I’d like to post at least one chapter first and then get back to posting as usual.

If you have ideas (for headcanons or even things from that AU you'd like to see/explore), my requests are open!

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angelltheninth · 6 months ago

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Hi there, I was wondering if you still take requests ( If not that’s fine) I was thinking if you could do a fem-reader with my boy marcus or thieram ( thieram is the bartender jinx calls chuck) !! Thank you for your lovely writing, And keep up the good work !

One Marcus fic coming right up! Although Chuck is an interesting request, might write something for him at some point.

Pairing: Marcus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, under the desk blowjobs, teasing, fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, office sex

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Are taking the "fuck the police" thing a little too literally in this one? I guess in this case it's suck the police but whatever.

Marcus loved to talk a big game, to act tough, to be looked as authority among the Enforcers. It was a role he played well, at least as in public. In private though, in his office he was all yours to command.

As much as he tried to deny it he couldn't help but fall apart under your skilled hands and mouth.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you wrapped your lips around his leaking cockhead, your hand rubbing and twisting along the base, "We don't have much time." He groaned trying his best to keep still in his chair as you took him in deeper, licking along a vein running down the underside of his dick.

"You're the one who asked me to come here. Besides it's still early, there's no one here yet." You were very intent on drawing out more of his moans and whimpers as you shifted your hips, making sure he has a good view of your two fingers slipping inside your pussy.

"But you're the one who got under the desk at your own accord. I don't even have to ask for your mouth anymore, you just offer it freely." He reached one glowed hand to the back of your head and pushed you closer. His cock twitched as you took him deeper in your mouth, sucking hard and then deliberately stopping. You closed your eyes and hummed, your eyes searching for him.

You liked what you saw there. Desire. His eyes shining with want, his mouth parted just a little and his breathing ragged and labored. "Why did you stop?"

Your chuckle made him groan, his hips twitching upwards resulting in you pulling away, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You focused on the head, giving the little slit a tentative lick before pressing a kiss on it, then downward and then licking your tongue all the way around it. "I like that expressing Marcus. You should wear it more." You smile against the side of his cock as you drag your tongue painfully slowly back to the tip and taking his length back into your mouth.

"Good Gods. Your mouth is..." Marcus shut his eyes tight for a few moments, opening them as a whine escaped his lips, "Heaven. My love, you're heaven. Go faster. Show me how well you can suck my cock."

Deciding to show him mercy this once obliged with his request, taking his cock deep until it hit the back of your throat. One of your hands clenched his uniform tight while the other was still busy fingering your cunt. Getting Marcus to fall apart for you, because of you, in his office, where he should be the one holding all the power send such a surge of power through your body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna, oh fuck. Swallow it, don't let a drop go to waste, please love." Marcus surged forward, half folding over his desk as he flooded your mouth and throat with his cum. You kept swallowing, gulping it all down with gusto until he was done.

There were multiple white strings of cum connecting his cock and your tongue when you pulled away. "Not let it go to waste you say? Well then don't mind me." He barely arched an eyebrow at you while you pushed yourself up, your sticky, wet fingers falling away and replaced by his softening cock. "Much better." You mumble against his jaw as you settle comfortably on top of him.

"I think so too." He wipes your mouth with the pad of his thumb while grasping your hand and bringing your fingers to his lips, licking them clean one by one. "We have to clean up soon." You wiggle your hips in response, "A-Alright. A few more minutes. Oh and expect to get called in here again sometime today, I'll have an oral report for you."

"Oh? A special one just for me? Aren't I a lucky girl." Marcus smirked back at you and grabbed both fistfuls of your ass, dragging you closer to him.

"Very lucky." He murmured against your cheek. Honestly at times like this it was hard to tell whose who's bitch.

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