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ffiahh · 11 months

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PROJECT PLUTO

You Belong to Me.

When Vi realises she might actually be jealous.

Pairings: Bartender!Chem-Baroness!Dom!Vi x Fem!Feminine!Reader

Content Warning: Mild cursing, descriptions of eating, subtle mention(s) of sexual harassment, subtle description of possessive behaviour. SMUT WARNING: Strap on sex, cunnilingus, pussy spanking, dirty talk, praise, slight degradation, orgasm denial, rough sex, descriptions of hickeys and handprints, brief description of drool, brief mention of crying (good crying) back scratching.

Gendered Words and Pronouns: No third person pronouns used, but reader is referred as a woman, and has female anatomy.

Word Count: 5.0K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Reader is plus sized, a bit too sweet, and optimistic. Kind of a bimbo really. Reader talks a shit ton as well, just talks and talks and talks; everyone apart from Vi is complaining. Vi is a Chem-Baroness here; though only her authority (not what she does outside of The Last Drop) is only the focal point in this story. I don't want to get into the technicalities of Chem-Barons. Reader is also really cute in here, and Vi is daddy. I will say no more.

VIOLET didn’t think she was a jealous girlfriend, possessive? No. She never thought she cared about anyone else looking at you, she never bothered to worry about what kind of friends you had, Vi didn’t think she burned with jealousy every time you smiled and laughed at somebody who was obviously flirting with you. Sure, she tightened her hold around your waist when some weirdos looked at you a little too long. That could be caution. There could be some very perverted creeps around the streets of Zaun. She scowled whenever loud bystanders complimented you on your thick thighs, large bust, or the way your dresses hugged your curves right. That could be disgust. Why are you talking about someone’s body like that? She would always glare after anyone who tried to get your attention; her fists itching to show to just about anyone who you belong to.

She was looking out for you, protecting you. Vi trusted you, always; she knew a sweet thing like you wouldn’t even dare to give anyone other than Vi your attention. You were Violet’s. You knew that, Violet definitely knew that, most of Zaun did as well, yet there were still some people that thought they had enough of a presence to catch your attention and steal you away from Vi. Vi wouldn’t allow that, not until it came out from your own mouth that you wanted to leave her. Oh. Vi is a jealous, possessive girlfriend.

It wasn’t your fault that you were so sweet, maybe a little naive. You went out of your way to help people, smile at anyone you walked past. You always made sure to thank Jericho for the lovely food he took time to prepare, always apologised to anyone that bumped into you; whether it was your fault or not. You stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark streets of Zaun; whether it'd be your unnerving optimism, or the way your pretty dresses fluttered after you in the wind; somebody, somewhere craned their necks to catch a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t Vi’s fault for falling for such a pretty thing like you either. She was just like everybody else, so keen on keeping her gaze on you; she nearly tripped a few times. Really. It was as if the first time she saw you, she had to have more. She was guilty of having lustful thoughts about you; she liked the way your skin shimmered under the streetlights, or the way the fat in your thighs jiggled every time you moved. Violet knew what she was getting into when she asked you out on a date, and she was ready to protect you, to tell the streets to back off, if necessary.

And she did. She did her job well; she wasn’t called ‘Vander’s Prodigy’ for nothing. All she had to do was hold you tightly against her muscled body, curl her nose up at anyone who let their gaze wander, and before you know it; you were known as ‘Vi’s sweetheart’. There were more titles of course, but that was the most popular one, it almost felt like your own name. You still remember the night you first met her, Vi had seen you around before that of course, but you were too busy smiling at babies and looking at flowers to even realise someone like Vi had her eyes on you.

You had walked into The Last Drop- Vi’s bar, a rather bright smile on your face as you fluttered to the counter, unbeknownst to the stares you attracted. You didn’t realise the way the whole bar stilled; even stopped breathing to see who just walked through the door, and why were you so damn bright? For some it looked as though they never saw somebody as happy, and soft as you. You were quite literally like a walking sun. You just leaned your soft hands on the wood, smiling up at Vi asking for a drink.

“Could I have a margarita?”

Vi could only smirk a little, leaning on her hands; her fingers digging into the edge of the bar as she looked down at you; the tips of her falling down to the tips of her nose. “Sure, baby. You wanna open a tab?” You remembered just staring at her red, ruly hair, thinking that it was so bright she could be considered a sun alongside you as well.

You hummed, the corner of your mouth curled up thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have that many!” You laughed, waving your hand dismissively making Vi’s mouth curl up in amusement.

“Okay, after 3 drinks it’s an automatic tab, kay?”

You just nodded, just a little distracted at the way the muscles in Vi’s arms moved along her black shirt. That's when you realised that Vi was quite the sight; you thought everyone was beautiful; but there was something about Vi that caught your attention and clung to it. She wasn’t like flowers, somehow her skin looked a lot softer than any petal you came across regardless of her course, scarred skin. She definitely wasn’t like babies; Vi was obviously too mature for that; with her sharp jaw, nice muscled arms and her equally broad, beautiful body. Maybe it was the way she held herself, as if she really didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought of her, or as if she knew the kind of authority that ran through her entire body. Or maybe it was the way she effortlessly just called you ‘baby’, with that sexy smirk on her face; it made your whole body flush and the tattoos that ran along the back of her arms, or the sight of long, raised veins running along her arms and back of her hands, or the way she looked in her black button up shirt and suspenders. Or-

“Your margarita, doll.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, avoiding Vi’s gaze and her smirk. It was almost as if she knew. Vi couldn’t stop her mind from running either, she could finally see you up close; could finally see the intricate, miniscule patterns on your dress, could hear the way you laughed so much, she greedily drunk up the sweet, sweet smell of your perfume, all while wondering just how you managed to stay alive unscathed at all in this dog eat dog world.

You had only smiled behind your glass, your lips parting to take a sip before you furrowed your eyebrows. “Aren’t you meant to be bartending? Won’t you get in trouble for flirting with customers? You know in some places that’s against the rules? I think it’s also illegal somewhere in Ionia. Of course, different workplaces have different rules and regulations, but you can never be too sure! I don’t know, won’t your boss-”

“I own the damn place.” Oh. “Hell, I own this part of Zaun.” Oh. “Never heard of me, darling? The name’s Vi.” Vi had just placed her forearms on the counter, her eyes flitting over every inch of your body as she smirked. “What’s your name, pretty? What’s something as sweet as you doing in my Lanes?”

Well, it was safe to say you kept coming, Vi was addicting; the way she moved around the bar, how she effortlessly caught anyone’s attention with her big grey eyes and her witty words. For you at first it was the excitement of having a new friend, a new friend who was as hot and alluring as Vi- okay, it wasn’t the excitement of a new friend; it was just excitement. Pure unadulterated excitement. You had a crush on her the minute she called you ‘baby’, you melted every time she called you a pet name, she found a new one every time you’d see her; you just hoped it wasn’t too obvious with the way you stared up at her, with that dopey smile and red cheeks. So, you came, and came and came, you came until the whole bar was accustomed to your presence, so much so that no-one ever took your seat at the counter anymore, it was your seat. Vi didn’t complain either. Just had your margarita in front of you before you even sat down.

You never knew the full extent of Vi’s authority around her district, you always thought she was just showing off, maybe she was just cocky that she took over the bar; trying to impress you; wanted you to think highly of her. Well, that was until you saw it for yourself.

You were sitting in your usual seat by the bar, swinging your feet as you waited for Vi. That night was meant to be your 2nd date, you had seen an interesting flyer for a pottery class and had asked Vi to be your second date, your reasoning? The pottery class would have brownies. Vi complied of course; she quickly realised she couldn’t say no to you.

You were too focused on smoothing down your skirt to realise that somebody had sat too close behind you. Things like this happened all the time in bars; people bump into you all the time, and it had always quickly resolved in a quick apology, so you paid no mind, instead focused on whether your dress was appropriate for a second date. Was it too short? Was it too bright? It was blue, the darkest colour you have in your closet. Maybe you should have-

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

You turn in your seat to look at a man, hunched over the counter. You had just looked him over once before shaking your head. “No, thanks. I’m waiting for someone.” You didn’t wait for his answer, as you turned your back to him again.

“Oh yeah? Where is he?”

You turned to face him again, smiling nervously, before your eyes flickered toward Vi; you remember your breath catching in your throat as you thought about how good she looked. Her muscled, tattooed arms were on display under her sleeveless turtleneck, her hair tied in a short low ponytail, with her hands slotted lazily in her pant pockets as she sauntered over to you.

The lazy smirk disappeared, and confidence saunter quickened when Vi caught sight of the man talking to you; to anyone else and you it was just a man that was talking to you, but for Vi; he was flirting, trying to get into your pan- uh skirt.

Vi had reached you quickly, flashing a quick look at you before her gaze hardened at the back of the man’s head. “Is there a problem?” Vi had said, her voice was as steady as ever, but to you and most of the patrons around you it sounded steely, firm.

The man; in all his stupidity, kept his gaze on you, waving his hand lazily behind him, at Vi, “Just trying to woo-” before the corner of his eyes caught sight of Vi. From the man’s view, Vi had an imposing height, her grey eyes squinted in slits. He could only follow her frame, as she slowly walked toward you, reaching down to place her arm on the counter, right by your waist; almost as if she had a hold on you, without even touching you.

Vi repeated her question, a little more loud, the noise vibrating through her chest and back of her throat. “Is there a problem?” The man stole another glance at you; his eyes flickering to Vi’s arm, before it diverted to Vi again, he soon dropped his gaze. “No, ma’am.”

Vi’s glare had soon chased the man away, burrowing himself further into the sea of bar customers to try to avoid her gaze, and only once did the man leave her line of sight did Vi look softly down at you, the same confident smirk plastered on her face again.

“Ready to go?”

You could only just stare up at her, dumbfounded, as she gently grasped your wrist to pull you out of her bar. Ma’am? You had never heard Vi been called that before, maybe ‘boss’ by Chuck at the Last Drop, or ‘Miss’ by a few customers; but that was rare. After that moment you had kept a lookout for anything else that had shown just how much Vi is respected; people moved out for her when you both walked through the Lanes, they lowered their eyes whenever they spoke to her, kept their tone and voice polite, tipped their heads in respect. This is Vi’s Lanes, her district; she kept her part of the streets in check.

Well, most parts of her streets anyway; there were always a few bad apples that thought they still had a chance with you. You were at Jericho’s food stall, your arms ladened with a small box of cookies that you had baked a few nights before. You had nearly dropped the box, too focused on waving wildly at Jericho, as you walked up to his stall.

“Hi, Jericho! I bought cookies!” You could only laugh as Jericho garbled in delight, leaning over his counter, smiling widely down at you. “I made a bit too much, so I thought I’d give you some as a thank you!”

Jericho blubbered out a response, his large hands eagerly taking the box; picking up a large cookie that looked a bit too small in his hands, before it dropped in his mouth, you watched on eagerly, waiting for him to swallow before he reached for another cookie, gibbering happily.

You begrudgingly accepted a bowl of fish from him for free, as his own thank you, even though you tried to tell him it defeated the whole purpose of giving him the cookies, but you liked food, so you accepted. You were halfway through your bowl, humming to yourself happily as a tall, burly woman walked up to you, leaning on the counter; she didn’t bother to order anything from Jericho as she smiled down at you.

“I like your dress.”

You stopped chewing, looking up at the woman; you swallowed the last of your food in your mouth, licking your teeth and gums of any remnants of food left in your mouth before smiling up at the lady. “Thanks! I actually bought this from Piltover, it was just a smidge expensive, but it was worth it! The fabric is soft, so it doesn’t stretch too much- I think I’ve had this for a few years now, so it lasted a while as well. If you wanted to buy this dress as well, I don’t think you’ll find it anymore- sorry; they rotate their stock very regularly, and that was a few years ago!” You look down at your dress, dragging your palms over the skirt. “I actually added the mesh overlay on myself! I had to buy the mesh from Piltover as well, that was also expensive! It isn’t that hard to sew it on; just a few stitches here and there!”

Vi knew she could hear your eager, loud voice from where she stood. It didn’t surprise her that she found you sitting at Jericho’s stall; the bowl of fish, half-finished as you were now talking animatedly about how different fabrics aren’t always the best to combine. You didn’t realise Vi had walked up behind you, until you felt the gentle touch of her rough hand on your lower back.

Vi couldn’t help but sneak a cautious glance at the mysterious, unnerving woman, before she looked down at you, her glare soon replaced with a tender laugh, as she sought out your bright smile and large eyes. “Hey, what are you up to?”

You only just smiled wider, accepting the large kiss from Vi, smacking your lips subconsciously before you straightened up in your seat, gesturing to Jericho. “We- I was giving some cookies to Jer! I made some and I had to give some to him, you know as a thank you.”

Vi chuckled, her hand slipping to wrap firmly around your waist, her gaze still fixed on the woman from the corner of her eye. What the fuck does she want? Why is she here? Why was she talking to you? “Oh yeah? Where’s my thank you?”

You just tut, the back of your hand reaching up to pat Vi’s belly. “Don’t worry, I have your batch at home.”

Vi just hums, her fingers tightening around your waist. Her gaze was solely on the woman now, her mouth set in a thin line, the woman hadn’t done anything to warrant a full reaction out of Vi, but she had taken the courage to smile up at Vi, holding her gaze. Oh?

You hadn’t realised the tension between your red-haired girlfriend and the new woman you made friends with, as you remembered that you hadn’t finished your bowl of fish. You didn’t bother talking as you bit into the last piece of fish before Vi started to speak again.

“Are you busy at all after this, princess?”

You wiped the corners of your mouth, smiling up at Vi. “I’m going to take a nap! I’m real tired.”

Vi just hums again, her eyes flitting down the woman’s broad frame, before Vi’s heavy hand finds their way around your waist again, gently guiding you out of the chair, holding your pudgy, soft body tightly against hers. “Well then, let’s go take a nap.”

Your body melts against Vi, your shoulders slumping as you walk alongside Vi, not forgetting to wave goodbye at Jericho, you were about to wave at the lady who asked about your dress, but Vi tightened her hold on you, making you look up at her. “What were you doing that you have to take a nap, hmm?”

You sighed exasperatedly, one hand absentmindedly playing with Vi’s belt buckle. “I was baking cookies.”

“Yeah? When was this?”

“A few days ago. Whew! Baking cookies is no joke.”

Vi just held you tighter against herself, laughing at your remark. She seemed a little better now that the lady was out of her sight, and away from you, but she still felt on edge, a little grumpy. You knew, you saw the way Vi’s breathing was more haggard, her body was more stiff, her grip on you was more forceful; you didn’t mention it though, just thought you could distract her mind about how you had nearly tripped over a cat a few days ago.

Vi found that funny; called you her clumsy bunny, and once you both reached her home; she took you to her bedroom, eagerly pressing you against the door, and pressing a large, rough kiss on your mouth.

You let out a surprised gasp, hands reaching up to hold onto Vi’s shoulders for support, as you felt your back press into the door, and Vi’s hands tighten around the inside of your knees, nearly bending you in half as she pressed her body flush against yours.

Vi’s mouth travelled from yours down to your jaw, finding their home in your neck, you just squirmed, letting out a breathless pant. “I-I thought we were going to take a nap.”

Vi just chuckled, the breath from her laugh tickling your nape. “Do you want to take a nap? Hm?” Vi asked, her hands trailing down your thighs to firmly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to herself. As if you weren’t any closer.

You just stuttered out a response; one that Vi laughed at, holding you tighter as she carried you with ease to her bed. “Just want to make sure you know who you belong to. You want that?”

You stayed wide-eyed at her, letting her gently throw you to the bed; you could feel your heartbeat quicken, as Vi leaned down closer to you, pressing her hips in between your thighs. You could feel the mattress dip on either side of your head; where she caged you in with her hands.

“I asked you a question, pretty thing. I expect an answer.”

You were so close to her, you could see every feature; the way her grey eyes dilated and greedily took in your squirming form, the way her scarred soft mouth opened slightly at the sight of you. From the corner of your eyes you could see the muscles straining in her arms, it sent a shiver down your spine. You could only blush, and avert your eyes, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’.

“Hm, I thought so.” Vi lets one hand trail down your shoulder, your chest before finally resting on your bare thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. “Pretty dress.”

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling shy under Vi’s touch and stare. “I-I sewed the mesh on…”

Vi hums in response, her hand slowly slipping under your skirt; her fingers dancing lightly across your skin, before her fingers tighten around the fat, her thumb just lightly brushing against your clothed cunt. “I know you did. You did so well, it looks so beautiful on you.”

You let out a quiet whimper, feeling Vi’s hands under your skirt, blushing wildly at Vi’s coo of praise; Vi only smirked down at you, tilting her head, her smirk widening as you squirmed; feeling her thumb press a little onto your clit. “Were you thinking about me? I haven’t even touched you yet. You want me that bad, huh?”

“Vi, please..” You whined. You felt so embarrassed that you resulted in a whining, moaning mess already but you needed her any way you could get.

As always, Vi obliged; it wasn’t long before she had your legs hiked up on her broad shoulders, her rough fingers squeezing and keeping your thighs in place, lazily lapping up your juices, what got you more embarrassed was the sight of your panties- lace and lilac in colour- hanging off her thumb. Vi was loud as she ate you out, hummed into your cunt any time you let out a moan. Vi insisted that she get you ready, as wet as she can make you. Whenever you had the mind or strength to open your eyes; you would see the curve of Vi’s head under your dress, dipping high and low as she let her tongue drag across your wet folds, her nose pressing into your sensitive nub.

You lowered your head back onto the bed, your legs squirming as Vi hummed again, the vibrations pulsating through you, drawing out a broken moan. Vi’s strong arms soon wrapped around the base of your legs; near your hips, as she pulled you down closer to the edge of the bed, earning a gasp from you as your hands flew to claw at Vi’s strong forearms; you were definitely caged in now; you could barely move your body as Vi dug her face deeper into you, her tongue now only assaulting your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your pleasure before she stops.

You open your eyes, blinking up at her, whining quietly. Vi tuts, standing up to her full height. She looked good standing over you, the way her black shirt hugged her biceps and breasts, her cocky smirk glistening with your cum. Her hand falls heavily against your cunt, slapping it harshly. You jump at the sharp contact; whimpering in response.

“Stop whining. You’ll get what you want if you’re patient enough.” You took in a shuddering breath, looking up at the way Vi hastily threw your underwear to the floor; her hand reaching up to loosen the knot in her tie, letting it fall from her neck. God, she looked good doing that.

You watch on eagerly as Vi pops the first few buttons of her shirt, a small expanse of her skin peeking through, you try to let your eyes wander further down her shirt, but your gaze snaps to Vi’s face as she chuckles, leaning forward as she fastens her tie around your thigh; it was a part of her uniform after all, it would be a shame to lose it. “Patience.”

Your whining actually got somewhere; with Vi nestled in between your thighs, her mouth wrapped firmly around your nipple, as she stretched your pussy to its limit. You let out a strangled moan every time Vi’s strap buried in your further, her hips angling a little to hit just at the right spot. Vi’s hand was tight around your thigh, her fingers digging into the flesh as she kept it at a position she wanted.

“Pl-please.” You just whimpered, your pussy clenching around her as she sped up slightly, letting your nipple with a small ‘pop’ as she lazily smirks up at you. You could feel the small metal piercing Vi’s nipples dig into your stomach; the metal felt warm and smooth.

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” Vi leans up, letting her hands rest on the mattress beside your hips, even though she was talking to you; her whole attention was on your cunt; the way it swallowed her strap with such ease; she can feel the wetness of her own cum under the harness; which only spurred her on to carry on.

Your hand fists your dress; keeping the dress just under your breasts; Vi always liked to fuck you with your pretty dresses; your other hand trailing touching Vi’s hip slightly, letting your fingers wander to the tuft of pink hair behind her harness, following the trail up to her belly button. “You’re so pretty…”

Vi’s movements falter in surprise for a moment; before she lets out a smile through her pants, slowly sliding the strap out of you and driving it back in harshly, earning a shocked moan from you. “You’re the pretty one; with your pretty sounds, and your pretty body. God, you’re so soft. My pretty girl, so pretty for me. You’re such a gorgeous girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Mhm..” You bit your bottom lip; something that drove Vi over the edge; you could see it in the way her nose flared; one hand pushing down in between your breasts, pinning you to the mattress, and her hips speeding up; slamming the strap into you over and over again. “Ah- God..” Your fingers clawed at Vi’s wrist closest to you, as you could only take the ruthless pace Vi had picked up.

“God’s not here to help you, baby. You’re gonna take what I give you, hm?” Vi didn’t wait for a response, slapping her hips against the back of your thighs, the sound of your cum squelching around her strap. “All mine, aren’t you? You’re gonna show everyone who you belong to, hm?”

You just gasped and whined, panting as you nodded. “Mhm. A-all yours.”

“Damn right.” Your thighs jerked every time Vi thrusted into you; Vi enjoyed seeing you like that; liked the way your body tensed up waiting for your much awaited orgasm, only for you to whine, begging her to speed up again, but once she did, your orgasm had wandered off, and Vi would fuck you to that point again, and again and again. Your body was flushed, your eyes dazed; chest rising and falling rapidly to even try and catch up to Vi; your pussy tightening around her strap. You ended up biting into the fabric of your dress, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back on the pillow; but that wasn’t enough for Vi.

“Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me or you won’t be coming tonight; that’d be a shame, wouldn’t it?”

You did as she told, your eyebrows scrunching as tears fell down your cheeks. Your pussy felt sore at this point; your body would have been moving every time Vi drove into you if it weren't for her firm hold on your waist. Her hold was bruising, literally; you could see the red, angry outline of her hands wrapped around your midsection, Vi was serious about reminding you who you belonged to.

“Aw, baby. ‘S not your fault, you’re just so pretty, taking me so well. Pretty, pretty thing; no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on you. Everyone was looking at you, and it annoyed me a little, you don’t mind do you? Letting me fuck out my frustrations on you? Hm? I know you can take it, you’ve always been a good girl for me.”

You just gasped, widening your legs a little, your eyes weren’t completely focused, but you could just about make out her long, red fridge fall in her eyes, your jaw felt slack as you could barely feel the trail of drool slip past the corner of your mouth.

“God, I’ve fucked you dumb. Nothing else is on your mind right now is it? Just me and how I fill you up. That’s it. Good girl.” Vi leaned forward again, the bruising grip on your hips now onto your thighs, as she hiked your legs over her shoulders. The position drives Vi in deeper, and you can only let out a silent moan as you claw at any part of her back you can reach; your nails digging into the skin; there’ll definitely be marks tomorrow, not that either of you cared; you were just repaying the favour.

“C-can I cum? Please, please.”

“Well, when you beg like that..” Vi doesn’t let up, she’s panting as well, she can feel the strain in her legs and hips; her chest heaving, but she’s not going to stop.

Your orgasm hits you hard, wracking your whole body; you only clung onto Vi; your hands tight around her shoulder, as she finally slows to a halt, pulling out of you gently; enjoying the sight of your cum slowly oozing out of your pulsating hole. She sits back, deep pants escaping her mouth; her skin slick with sweat, as her fingers slowly trailed across the map of hickeys she left on your body, over the red silhouette of her hands embedded into your skin on your waist and hips with a satisfied smirk.

“That’ll ought to show them, hm? Who you belong to.”

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Snippet - Brand of Shame - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco corners Viktor and strips the secrets bare.

Literally.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"He offered his hand," Silco says. "In exchange for Zaun’s disarmament."

"Peace," Viktor rejoins. "And shared progress."

"Progress." Silco's rage sluices in. "With my daughter as the price."

There is no need for Viktor to feign shock. His eyes speak volumes. Talis did not share this detail. The man he built a legacy with, shoulder-to-shoulder. Yet he did not share, and that, too, is a choice.

"Perhaps," Viktor says, a little shakily, "he meant it as a compromise."

"Symbolic atonement?"

"Jinx took lives—"

"And the lives Talis took? Do they weigh nothing?"

"What do you mean?"

No slip this time; only a stumble into a blind spot.

Silco will drag him six feet under. With a smile.

"I see. He didn’t share that either." He steps closer. "He came belowground—" him and Vander’s bitch "—Enforcers in tow. Destroyed my factory. Injured a number of my workers. Spilled Shimmer. Blood too. A boy in my employ."

"A boy?"

"Son of a chem-baroness. He wanted to learn the ropes. So I took him in." The prerogative of the Eye is to take, and Silco's empire has taken thousands. Some have become informants. Others, assassins. A few have risen higher: Dustin. Ran. Jinx. But this boy— "A month into his apprenticeship, Talis killed him."

"That—" Viktor's face contorts. "That’s not possible."

"I saw his body."

"Jayce would never—"

"Wouldn't he? To kill the rot before it spreads?" He's close enough to see the pulse throbbing in the young man's throat. To see his own reflection in the glass: the monster, rising. "Why not ask him? He used Hex-tech to deal the killing-blow."

"What?"

"His hammer." Silco's lip curls. "Your prototype, I believe."

"That is not—Hex-tech was never intended for—"

"Intention is irrelevant once the bodies pile up." Silco looms closer. "Ask him. See if he denies it." The threat seeps like blood. "See if he lies."

Viktor's eyes flare. The fear is back. But it's not Silco he's fighting. It's himself.

"No," he breathes. "That’s impossible."

"Then why listen to me?" Silco's hand covers Viktor's gloved one. The boy’s fingers twitch, caged in bone. "Why seek out liars and cheats and killers? Your place is Topside. With the boy you built a golden dream with." His grip tightens. "Or is there something about us, in the dark, that Talis can't give you?"

"Jayce," Viktor grits, "is a good man."

"As are we all, when the world's on our side." Silco's knuckles sharpen on Viktor's wrist. "When our back's to the wall, we become something else."

Viktor's twitch deepens into a tremor. "Let me go."

"I can. Or I can show you the truth."

"The truth…?"

"You came below because you sought something. You knew that Topside, Talis—they would not give it. You needed a place where your questions wouldn't be met with silence." Silco's palm slips off, and up: to Viktor's bare wrist. His flesh is a shock. Cold sweat on colder steel. "Here, there is no silence. No walls." A whisper. "No limits."

"Wait—"

Too late. Silco’s fingers curl into the heel of Viktor's glove. With a tug, the fabric slithers off.

And the chimera, in his full glory, emerges.

"See?" Silco murmurs. "Nothing to fear."

Viktor's right hand is augmented. Steel from the palm to the wrist. Sleek and tapered, the surface etched with indigo striations resembling filigree. The tendons stand out, a webbing of wires welded to the bone. Each digit is capped in a metal claw, piercingly sharp. There are no sores; no signs of scar tissue. The transition from meat to metal is seamless.

Viktor is no longer bound to the flesh. He has transcended. And yet...here he is, clinging to the wreckage.

"You're ashamed," Silco says. "You shouldn't be."

"How could I not be?" Viktor's eyes are haunted. "What I have become...what I have done..."

"You have survived."

"She did not." His fist clenches. A spasm runs through his arm, a jagged ripple. "Sky—she’s gone. I failed her. I failed everyone. The only thing I can do now is make it right. Somehow. If I am still a man worthy of doing so." He looks at his hand. The cabled tendons appear to thrum, pushing through the unnatural varnish of alloy. "If I am still a man at all, and not—"

Silco sets his fingertips on Viktor's bare knuckles. The steel radiates a smooth chill.

"A monster?"

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane viktor #viktor #arcane jayce #jayce talis #arcane hextech #arcane shimmer #arcane sky #sky young #skyvik #jayvik #jayce x viktor

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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merry xmas moss!! do you have any arcane milf holiday season hcs? 🎄

content warnings; fem reader. sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, fluffy fluff, holiday celebration ( oh definitely !!! merry christmas and happy holidays, here's some drabbles how it would be like with them arcane milfs :D these are short and little late but hope you like them anyway ! )

⠀⠀( dialing . . . ) — happy holidays w/ ambessa, cassandra, sevika, renata, and grayson

— 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍

holidays for cassandra were a stressful time, even with all the maids around the house she was making sure everything was nothing less than perfect. the most enormous christmas tree, the classic christmas songs, and the prettiest pastries for after dinner. she is a sight to see in her most adorable apron, running back and forth from one end to another in the kitchen.

it's a packed house at the kiramman residency every year, with extended family filling the giant mansion with some council members who otherwise wouldn't be making such a hassle out of it. it's nerve-racking for cassandra but seeing you chat away with her nosy family, watching as you bob your head to the song in the background just makes her remember how worth it this is.

if she could she would be standing next to you all night, hooking her arm with yours while drinking egg nog, but guests are to be taken care of.

she wishes she could be walking around in the cold snow, tucked away in a thick jacket with you, sharing memories since that is her favorite part about the holidays.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; the santa clause

— 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀

christmas in noxus was not as big as anywhere else in runeterra, so she isn't so much interested in it. first, that is, soon when you are putting the lights on and seeing how excited you seem to be it grows on her, so much so that it becomes her favorite thing.

lifting you up to place the top ornament has to be the best part about it, teasing you how much of a shorty you were compared to her and needing help.

aside from the amazing food that you told the cooks to make, what you whipped up for her to drink next to the fire was hot cocoa. she never tasted something like this made out of chocolate! and those little sweet pillows on top you toasted somehow, delicious!

no severed body parts on or under the tree ambessa, it's not that kind of joyous time.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; home alone

— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂

the chem-baroness hasn't celebrated the holidays for what seemed like her whole life ever since she started the glasc industries. she hardly has any traditions aside from listening to the seasonal songs on vinyl with a glass of her finest drink from the top shelf.

renata finds it adorable how you insist on a tree, how you explain that food has to do a lot with the holiday and that the presents are essential but not that important.

she is absolutely against for you to lay in the snow to make a snow angel, no way josé. for starters, you could get sick, not to mention that you never know what is under it, for all you could know there might be some dirt or worse there that somebody disposed of.

she takes you out for christmas dinner and to see some christmas stage performances in piltover. favorite part of the day and the holiday, sitting with you in the darkness in the theater box with a glass of champagne or whatever you wanted to drink. holding hands, making little comments about the performance and the music.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; the nutcracker (ballet version)

— 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀

the holidays for sevika were spent at either the brothel or the last drop, given that she really didn't have anyone special to spend the celebration with- she picked someone up. but when you popped into the picture her whole ritual was re-forged and sevika was to the moon and back about the holidays coming around, so much so she was the one buying matching ugly christmas sweaters for the both of you.

sevika is that cheeky person who would be dancing around you, even trying to get you to join her while singing christmas songs from the top of her lungs.

her favorite is the baking part, not because she makes the best cookies or pastries but because of how fun it can be. throwing flour at each other, dropping eggs, and just the all-around chaos. non of you can bake but making gingerbread cookies can't be that hard, right? it's a mess but they turn out okay, they might look ugly because the frosting is melting but the two of you made it!

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; how the grinch stole christmas

— 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

christmas gets busy for the sheriff of piltover, all these people having last-minute shopping trips and kicking each other in the ankles, and ending up in front of the steam train.

she might not have been looking forward to the holidays but ever since you and she decided to spend them together, it's essential for her to get off work in time for dinner with you. last time she couldn't get you a proper present or at least in her opinion, not the 'perfect' gift so she is going all out this year.

grayson loves decorating the house, sneaking a mistletoe somewhere hardly be noticed so she can plant you into a sneak attack kiss.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; elf

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane x reader #sevika x reader #arcane #grayson x reader #ambessa medarda x reader #renata glasc x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #arcane cassandra x reader #arcane sevika x reader

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zkyfall · 1 year

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Sevika will be the Renata Glasc of Arcane in Season 2 (a theory)

(Full disclosure, I am heavily biased as a Zaun and Sevika stan and want her to have more plot armor and importance in season 2)

SO LET’s JUMP INTO IT.

My theory: Sevika is going to grow into the Renata Glasc of Arcane in season 2, adopting some of her aesthetic (well, technically Silco’s aesthetic) and filling her role in LoL lore as Viktor’s patron and a powerful leader in the Undercity.

The Evidence to Support:

1. Her motivation

Sevika cares about Zaun. She’s been consistent about throwing her support behind the strongest leader who was dedicated to standing up to the Topsiders. She’s tried being a good loyal left-hand lady to TWO DUDES and they BOTH fucked it up. It’s time for Sevika to try her hand at seizing the reins of the Undercity and she's one of the few characters in a position to take advantage of the power vacuum and the experience to do better this time. She hasn’t worked so hard for decades to give up now.

2: The Visuals.

Sevika’s a fucking badass, she’s around the right age, and has that sexy muscled build we all love. She has a high-tech metal prosthetic for a left arm that we’ve seen get upgraded throughout s1 and may continue to be in s2 (especially with help from a certain inventor that we’ll touch on later). All she needs to complete the look is longer hair and a few dignified streaks of grey (a minor time skip and the stress from the finale will suffice.) Well and she’ll need to call Silco’s tailor so they can work their magic 👀.

3. But what about her Mask and Shimmered up eyes?

Amanda on Twitter hinted that Sevika would ‘quit smoking’.

Now some suggest that means she’s dying. I don't think so, cause I’d like to believe the writers are more professional than that. I hypothesize it refers to developing a lung condition as a result of the chain-smoking + Zaun life we see Sevika do in s1. She might stop smoking and start using more shimmer to fight off the disease, even needing a fancy breather mask to keep it from worsening. Just like Glasc.

3. Foreshadowing or lack there off

Silco and Sevika met the Chembarons and Glasc was not there or even alluded to. I think if Glasc existed in the world, we would have gotten some more foreshadowing of her if she’s supposed to be in control of an entire industry.

4. It’s all in the cards

Sevika was playing cards and what cards came up? Death and The Magician. Death signifies change (and the death of Silco possibly). The Magician is CLEARLY Viktor. Together they suggest Sevika undergoing a major life change and working with Viktor in the future.

5. A Common Connection

Glasc is Viktor’s Patron in LoL after he leaves Piltover. So who will be Viktor’s powerful, metal-armed, chem baroness in s2? Well, who does he know in the Undercity right now that could introduce him to a financial backer? Singed who is already working for Silco’s (now possibly Sevika’s) organization.

The Evidence Against:

Finn alludes to there being ‘bigger fish’ than Silco in Zaun. That could have been in reference to a Glasc which harms this theory.

Renata’s League Lore suggests a callousness, and an obsession with power and wealth which Sevika does not share. Sevika is never cruel, only acts in self-defense or lashes out in reasonable anger at Jinx. She barely even changes outfits between Act 1 and Act 2, when all the other henchmen clearly spend some of their pay to look the part of classy gangsters.

Renata’s parents alchemical research and deaths are a big chunk of her backstory and the only allusion we have to Sevika’s parents is that she had issues with her father. They seemed to have simplified Chemtech in Arcane though so I don’t foresee them adding Glasc’s chemtech variant on top of shimmer.

In conclusion: Sevika and Renata are probably different characters but I hope Sevika will fill Renata’s role in Arcane because seriously what are the odds we get two MILF Zaunites with left metal arms??? I mean I’m here for it but it seems like an odd coincidence and I don’t really want them adding more LoL characters than they need to.

Whatever happens, I’m ready for more of this lovely lady:

#arcane sevika #sevika #renata glasc #arcane meta #arcane #lol meta #viktor #silco #singed #yes i did this instead of working on WIPs

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ferinehuntressmoved · 7 months

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☾ * ― Baroness Caitlyn has a meeting with Chem Baron Finn, and it doesn't go according to his plan.

The Baroness sat in her little coffee shop, in the far corner of a plush dark blue leather seat. Her legs crossed, as her finger tapped lightly against the back of the seat. She didn't need a shower of gold, or people around her to elude the sense of power she displayed. Her arms spread out like a pair of wings, and the tapping of metal talons on her pointer finger displays her predatory nature despite her origins in Piltovan blood. Most people were completely unaware of her Ionian history, and she liked to keep it that way. However, her face displayed a fashion of boredom, her lips pursed with eyes narrowed on the preening yellow jacket of the chem-baron before her. "Bold, Finn, marching into my territory as if you own the place,"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A tilt of her head came just slightly as she watched Finn's walk. Heavy steps, stretching out his legs like a false predator. Stretching out his jacket like peacock feathers as he settled down in a chair across from Caitlyn and she pointed her finger. "Close enough," She threatened a hint of danger on the tip of her tongue. The false bravado of the man came with a smile as he leaned forward, arms against his knees as he twisted the lighter in his hand. A slickjaw, golden lines to enhance his 'display' of his power. Even his tattoos meant to give him a bigger display of danger yet a peacock's feathers, like his markings, were all display and no action. Every mark meant to make him look dangerous. The tattoo of kill emboldened on his chest, the hyena on his neck. She wondered if Finn realized that Male hyenas had absolutely no power. Male hyenas were hated by the females, and the females were often aggressive and cruel to males. A male hyena can not dominate a female hyena, and she had no problem displaying that here in this moment.

"I think, you and I should have a talk, Caitlyn," Immediately Caitlyn's hair prickled against the back of her neck as she grabbed her cane and pressed it up against Finn's chest.

"Baroness. Make the mistake again to informally calling me by my name again, and I'll carve it into your chest," Caitlyn threatened, refusing to get on friendly terms with the prick. Finn let out a chuckle, as if amused by her behavior yet Caitlyn knew she had power in this room; Finn's arrogance could only go so far to protect him. He was on her territory, she could easily kill him right now for walking into her place without a formal invitation. However, he had a use, one that she would not take away from Silco. Finn was the garbage boy, and she enjoyed the amusement of watching him clean up the messes. "I would prefer to be on friendly terms, you and I have a lot in common; despite your unfortunate origin," Low blow. Caitlyn just smiled as she crossed her legs, bouncing her foot lightly.

"Speak plainly, Finn, I do not have time for flamboyant conversations," She spoke, another couple of taps from her talon pointer finger. A quiet yet subtle threat. Finn waved his hand a little annoyed but leaned back up and gave a nod. "I'm offering a hand of partnership. You never know when things change down here, Baroness, in a brief span of hours, the change of leadership can happen," Caitlyn didn't react, but she could tell Finn trying to make her fearful, cornered, perhaps trying to make her desperate to seek out partnerships. If she did that, it would continue to make her look weak. Unlike Finn, Caitlyn knew she held more power than what Finn knew. Picking up a cigarette, he placed it in his mouth and lit the end of it, taking his time. "You would do well to have me as an ally, rather than an enemy,"

A little smile touched Caitlyn's lips as she tilted her head. "Feeling threatened?" Caitlyn quieted, letting Finn pause as he pulled the cigarette from his lips. "What do you imply, Baroness," Caitlyn gave a small shrug as she stood up, the heels of her boots clicking against the ground as everyone went silent in the cafe. The barista behind the counter stopped cleaning the cup and took a step back, a couple in the corner froze mid-eating a cupcake and eyes on Caitlyn. The entire room silent and focused on the Chem-Baroness. Power eluded from her walk, slow and steady as she started to walk around Finn and she placed a hand on his shoulder, digging her talon pointer finger against him. "I'm implying that you are the one looking for allies, not me," She whispered and leaned over his shoulder, leaning closer toward his exposed neck and a whisper in his ear.

Finn tensed under her hands and growled, and all Caitlyn could do was smile. "Be careful what you say, your actions speak more than your words, Finn. I don't need you, and you should count yourself lucky that I don't rip out your throat right now. Now, on the term of allies," Caitlyn said, letting go of his shoulder and walking the rest of the way around him, stalking him like a wolf as she was back in front of him. "I'll send a message your way if I ever need your services. But next time you want to speak, you better send a runner. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you. In fact, I know a couple of people who would quite enjoy to feast on your blood," Caitlyn spoke and before Finn could speak Caitlyn lifted her hand to stop him.

"Leave. We're through. Take your ruffled feathers and get out of my territory before I unleash my people on you," Caitlyn demanded, her icy blue eyes narrowed on him as Finn let out a growl before laughing.

"Big mistake, Baroness. Remember, you need friends down here, we all know a Piltie can't make it in these harsh streets," Caitlyn allowed a cruel smile to touch her lips.

"Oh Finn, it's cute when you try to scare me. You have nothing to say that I haven't heard already. Now tuck your pretty little feathers and go on," She said, as she saw the disgruntled look in the chem-baron as he walked out of the cafe. Caitlyn turned toward one of her henchmen and tilted her head. "Make sure he leaves, I don't want to see him in our streets without invitation," Caitlyn said, as the brawler of a man tipped his head and immediately walked out with three others behind him. A little soft sigh left her lips as she walked to the counter and the barista had already made up a cup of chai for her. Taking it, she took a sip and sat back down on her couch. "He's getting scared, he's going to make a move," She whispered to herself and smirked. She wondered what had set him off to start looking for allies. She would have to tell Silco about this, she would be sure he would find the information most illuminating.

#mob boss verse — chem baroness of espionage .#interactions — the answer is here ; staring me in the face .#cw: violence

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movedtoferinehuntress · 8 months

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☾ * ―― Baroness Caitlyn has a meeting with Chem Baron Finn, and it doesn't go according to his plan.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"I think, you and I should have a talk, Caitlyn," Immediately Caitlyn's hair prickled against the back of her neck as she grabbed her cane and pressed it up against Finn's chest.

"Big mistake, Baroness. Remember, you need friends down here, we all know a Piltie can't make it in these harsh streets," Caitlyn allowed a cruel smile to touch her lips.

#[mob boss verse] — chem baroness of espionage.#random drabble #just wanted to do something with Finn #who seems like he would do this XD #like he did with Sevika too

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