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am-i-interrupting · 1 year

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Can’t Go Back

Chapter Three

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Tags: 1.5k words, eventual silco x reader, gn!reader, sex worker!reader, bisexual!reader

You weren’t always one of Babette’s little pride. Once, some long years ago, you worked down in the mines. The air was thick, you’d have to swallow it down your lungs and still you’d gasp as you did it. It’d blur your vision. The soot mixed in would sting your eyes.

You didn’t think back to those days much anymore or rather you tried not to. The past would always be a part of you, it made you. You just didn’t like to think about it. You’d never forget it though.

You always felt like you were dragging. You weren’t walking home when you left those mines, you were dragging a body and it ached. The joints cracked, the muscles throbbed, the chest weighed down heavy.

You felt like that now.

You shook Powder awake merely an hour ago. She groaned and looked up at you with blurry eyes filled with sleep. She rubbed them and blinked several times as her vision cleared.

“Let’s go,” you told her. “I’ll take you to my place for a little while and then we can do whatever you want.”

You thought maybe the extra bribe would cheer her up but her brows furrowed.

“I don’t want to leave,” she said.

You blinked several times, reeling from shock. You squeezed her shoulder.

“Powder, we’ve gotta go,” you said. “Ekko misses you. He’s worried sick. Don’t you want to see him?”

She wrapped her arm around her torso and looked away. She shook her head. “I’m not. . . ready. Tell him I miss him?”

“I—“

“She’s been safe and healthy with me for the past four months,” Silco said as he entered the room with three steaming drinks. He placed one blue mug with a silver, scale patterned handle in front of Powder and she took it immediately. “I think she’ll be able to survive a bit longer. Coffee?”

“You gave her coffee? She’s ten,” you said.

“Hardly too young, but no,” he said.

“It’s hot chocolate,” she said. She stretched her hands out towards you, mug cupped in them. “Want some? It’s really good.”

“No, thank you, Powder,” you said, causing her to halt her movements as she brought the mug back to her but she shook her head and pulled it close to her chest. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

You worried the inside of your lip. Then pressed those same lips to her temple and ruffled her hair. “I love you, kid,” you told her.

You got up, glared at Silco who gave you a false look of innocence, then left.

That is how you got to where you were now, wandering around the streets, thinking of how you were going to tell Ekko that Powder didn’t want to see him right now when you couldn’t even process that she felt safe with Silco.

“You were gone all night, you had us worried,” Babette said as you walked into her office. You slumped down with defeat into one of her couches. “What happened? Did you find her?”

“Yeah, it was her,” you said.

Babette didn’t pry with words. She sighed as she stood and asked someone in the hall for something. You didn’t catch what.

“Ekko was caught trying to sneak after you,” she said, now leaning in the entryway. “You should go see him. He cares about you—“ someone came in with two cups— “Thank you, sweetheart. He cares about you more than you know. It’d put him at ease.”

She handed you a teacup, small and delicate. It was made of a white base painted with pink lines. You took a sip from it.

“I don’t know what to tell him,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to tell him. Powder is right there. He finally accepts that maybe we won’t ever find her or Violet and now Powder is here and she doesn’t want to see him.”

“Is it really better he thinks she’s dead?” she asked. “Does he deserve that pain?”

“Of course not. He doesn’t deserve any of what’s happened to him. He shouldn’t have to lose as many people as he had and neither should she,” you said.

Silence stretched between the two of you.

Your eyes went to the walls covered in masks. You focused on one in particular.

It was a wooden mask, made of a darker wood. Engraved were little swirls and detailing for the cat shape. Though unlike most cat masks in the brothel, it wasn’t like that of a house cat. The features were more wild. The nose was bigger and wider, the eyes more angled, the ears large and curving, more like a bobcat than a domesticated one. Almost chaotically, blue color was smattered along the mask.

You finished your cup and set it down as you stood. You reached for it. It hadn’t been put on the wall too long ago and already it was being taken down again.

“Maybe we can prevent that,” you said. “Can’t make people not get addicted to whatever the hell Silco out in the waters but. . . He’s got money and money buys muscle and more muscle for him means less for us and that means we lose.”

Babette reached to place her hand on your arm. “Do what you have to do,” she said softly, voice free of judgment.

“I just want to protect my kids.”

“I know.”

“We’re losing anyway.”

“We are.”

You turned your head towards her. “You’re supposed to be talking me out of this.”

“I would be if you were being stupid,” she said before she patted your arm and walked back behind her desk. “You should take to wearing it again. It suits you.”

The door to your apartment creaked as it opened. You never got it fixed. You weren’t sure you ever would. Far too paranoid, especially these days. It was an old comfort.

Ekko looked up immediately. He put down the tools he was using to fix up an old music box you had tucked away and ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and shook your footing with the force of his hug.

“Where were you?” he asked, burrowing his face into your clothes.

You hugged him back, rethought the words you’d been thinking over for the past half a day.

“I got a tip on Powder,” you told him.

You could feel his breathing halt. He stiffened at the words. You expected nothing less. In contrast, toh actually expected more.

“Was it real?” his voice cracked with the words.

“Yeah, yeah, it was.”

He pulled away from you to look up at your face. For the first time in four months, you saw real hope in his eyes.

“Where is she? Why isn’t she here?”

“She is with an—“ a little, half white lie couldn’t hurt too badly— “old friend. She’s okay but she doesn’t want to talk right now. I think she’s still processing everything but maybe soon.”

He nodded. “Okay, okay. What about Vi?”

“We still don’t know, little man,” you told him.

His face didn’t crumble but that little spark of hope flickered, dimmed for a moment.

“How’s your progress?” you asked, changing the subject with a gesture towards the music box.

He inhaled sharply and his lips thinned into a pale line as he clamped them between his teeth for a moment.

“What’d you do to that thing?” he asked. “This should have been a day’s fix, maybe two. I’ve been working on it for nearly a week and it’s still not done! You throw it into a wall or something?”

“Something like that.”

He gave you a look filled to the brim with judgment. “Why would you do a thing like that? I thought you were supposed to be responsible?”

“Are you going to criticize me or are you going to fix it?” you asked him.

“I can multitask,” he said. “Seriously though, what the hell did you do to it?”

You walked over to the half fixed box. “It was a gift from an ex,” you told him. “We split and I had a couple drinks too many.”

“You’re not a violent drunk,” he said as he grabbed his tools and sat down.

“No, I’m not,” you said.

“So?”

“So, what?” you said as you sat across from him.

“What happened that was so bad you broke it?” he asked.

You sucked in a breath. “That is a story for when you’re older,” you told him.

His brows furrowed as he examined you with careful eyes. “You never say that.”

“Well, I’m saying it now.” You reclined in your chair. “What do you want to eat tonight? You wanna cook something or order out?”

He didn’t look up this time as he simply shook his head softly with a small smirk beginning to crawl into his lips. “Is that even a question?”

Yeah, no denying it. You made the right call. He was too good of a kid to lose anything else. They all were.

#silco x you #silco x reader #silco arcane x reader #Silco arcane x you

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redr0sewrites · 1 month

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Hii!! Not to pressure u or anything, but how many wips do u have rn? Nd may I ask which characters they're for? :33 u write so good btw

hiiii ajsdjshjs tyyy!!! i have a LOT of wips rn ajshsjje- i'll just list them!!! this isn't in perfect order, but the ones at the bottom of the list are the oldest (and also the ones ive lowkey lost interest in and will probably take longer to finish) while the ones at the top are much more active!

Dc - Jason Todd Soulmate Au Fic

Dc - Jason Todd x reader general hcs

Dc - cuddling with Tim Drake hcs

Dc - Somno w Dick Grayson imagine

Dc - nsfw Harley Quinn imagine - fucking her w a strap (SO excited for this one)

Demon Slayer - 2k event prompt 5 with Muzan x reader

ACOTAR - Eris Vanserra x reader general hcs

Arcane - sub!overworked!Viktor smut

Arcane - Jinx, Vi, Silco, and Ekko x injured!male!reader hcs

Arcane - Mel x sick!reader hcs

Hazbin Hotel - sensitive wing hcs with sub!Lute

Hazbin Hotel - Adam x emo!reader

Hazbin Hotel - teasing sub!vox hcs

#rose rambling #tysm for asking i LOVE talking about my wips!!!! if anyone would like a little peak at anything pls lmk ♥️#so so soo excited ab the jason todd fics ngl

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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⤝Writober - Week ⤞

[NdA]

Okay, small change! In order to not create excessive spam, I decided to manage the writober in a more orderly way. On ao3 I will post the stories day by day, then report them in a single post the whole week on Tumblr!

Day 1: Silco x f!reader Day 2: Ekko x f!reader, Day 3: Jayce x gn!reader, Day 4: Viktor x gn!reader, Day 5: Marcus x gn!reader, Day 6: Vander x gn!reader Day 7: Sevika x gn!reader

▶Writober Day 1 “This is the sign you’ve been looking for” [Silco]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", fem reader ↠TW: SFW, implied violence, implied romantic relationship ↠Character/s: fem reader, Silco, Sevika, Finn, chem barons ↠wc: 1.1k

The devil smiles, ruthless, letting the lips marked by time and hate barely uncover the chipped teeth.

You remain motionless, impassive, while the chem barons swallow loudly to that unexpected and out-of-place reaction from the man: Sevika quickly looks at you moving her gaze only, taking advantage of their distraction to check on you, and you don’t know exactly if she fears that you can do something inappropriate or if she’s simply uncomfortable since she usually acts alone, but you try to don’t give it too much importance. You know you have to be docile.

"So I wonder, why do you insist on wasting my time?" Silco places his palms on the table surface, leaning slightly forward, letting his voice warm as a caress and sharp as a blade reach everyone in a clear way, in a veiled threat.

His two-tone eyes scrutinize one by one the faces of the twelve present sitting at the table, with the security and superiority worthy of a king without a crown, aware that in that haughty room of power-hungry cowards no one will dare answer.

Yet, despite the tension has saturated the air, you cannot help but feel on the skin the icy and judgemental gaze of some who sits at the table; someone who despite the drastic situation finds time to wonder about who you are: they probably think they’re gonna get out of that room alive, which is why they’re mentally preparing to take you as an hostage or as a blackmail source.

And it’s a probability that you took into account when you agreed to be an accomplice in that meeting, certain that if you really are a weakness for Zaun’s Kingpin then presenting yourself to them meant being the face of the conviction.

No one speaks, only the man sitting at the head of the table on the opposite side of the room seems to exempt himself from the air of fear that the mere presence of Silco brings to the room: he plays carelessly with a lighter, turning it between his fingers, following it with his eyes, covering and uncovering the flame with its golden lid.

If hubris had a face, its irises would be green and its skin covered with ink.

"You know, the girl behind you is really pretty, Silco." His voice breaks the silence like a bolt from the blue, making your heart jump in your chest. Insolent. Self-centered. Devoid of common sense. You’re pretty sure that the one who just opened his mouth is Finn.

"Yet, she seems rather delicate to be a henchman. Is she your collaborator? Your secretary? Or maybe..." He goes on, his voice takes on a mocking note, slightly sharper as if he had to hold a laugh.

Sevika stiffens while the man involved seems not to be disturbed by his arrogance, nor by the transparent provocation. Rather, he straightens his back and raises an arm, inviting you to approach with a gesture of his hand.

"Oh, I see. Are you interested in her?"

"I can’t believe how a sick old man like you has so many pretty faces around"

You get closer to Silco, the sense of nausea grows more and more.

You wouldn’t know exactly if it’s the anxiety, the awareness of how slimy every single rat in that room is, or the absolutely disgusting way the raven-haired man looks at you, but you decide not to investigate more.

Silco puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it imperceptibly as if to reassure you that that pitiful show is about to come to an end.

And you will never admit it aloud but it’s not describable in words how attractive is the way he doesn’t waver even to so stupid but objective provocations: it’s not the wrinkles around the eyes nor the scarring that disfigures the face to make him feel at fault; he certainly knows there are younger and more attractive people out there than an old man who’s irretrievably disfigured, but that’s not his problem.

Probably Finn himself knows that it’s useless to try to attack the physical appearance of a man who grew up in the Sump, but you’re almost sure that he intends to use something so irrelevant to make him not only feel insecure but even humiliated.

And God alone is a witness to how pathetic he is as he shrugs lightly as if his foolish words had to trigger who knows what reaction.

Silco lets go of your shoulder and lightly runs two fingers along your spine and Finn makes his gaze dart towards a woman sitting on his right.

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

You were warned by Sevika that at the table sat the one who wanted to betray the Kingpin, but there was no certainty if Iscariot was alone or in league with someone. For that reason, as a total outsider, you were asked to attend that meeting that was requested with a little too much urgency.

Your rule, as a hunter, wasn’t only to find out who would betray him, but also with them who, in search of power, would turn their back on the man.

You approach the man with the golden jaw and drop a bag on the table that, when it hits the wood, lets out gold coins.

He looks up perplexed, first at you, then at Silco.

"What does it mean"

"That’s 30 gold coins." You try not to let out any emotion as you speak, and it’s almost ridiculous how your heart does somersaults in your chest when you notice it out of the corner of your eye in Silco’s small grin.

Finn snaps to his feet and slams his hands on the table, stupid and embarrassing exactly as he were described to you: the moment he’s unable to understand something he screams and wiggles like an toddler.

He screams words that you ignore, intent on accomplishing your only task. With one hand you reach for his face to turn it towards you, and before he can grab your wrist to break contact you leave him a quick kiss; then, you place a nail in front of the woman, looking into her eyes without hiding the sadistic vein that accompanies your action.

You have exactly fourteen seconds to get back behind Silco, fourteen seconds before the ruckus breaks out and that room, that until a few moments before was shrouded in silence, turns into hell on earth.

Some understand your signal and get up, others blink their eyes in confusion, others still turn looking for an escape or shelter, while Silco offers you a hand, closing your fingers between his and the palm, leaving a light kiss on the knuckles in a gesture that finally breaks the mask of coldness and tears you a smile.

"You did so good" is just a whisper, but you can’t help but giggle as you squeeze yourself between your shoulders as you leave the door behind.

The devil smiles, ruthless, letting the lips marked by time and hate barely uncover the chipped teeth.

If hubris had a face, its irises would be green and its skin covered with ink.

"Yet, she seems rather delicate to be a henchman. Is she your collaborator? Your secretary? Or maybe..." He goes on, his voice takes on a mocking note, slightly sharper as if he had to hold a laugh.

"Oh, I see. Are you interested in her?"

"I can’t believe how a sick old man like you has so many pretty faces around"

You get closer to Silco, the sense of nausea grows more and more.

Silco puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it imperceptibly as if to reassure you that that pitiful show is about to come to an end.

And God alone is a witness to how pathetic he is as he shrugs lightly as if his foolish words had to trigger who knows what reaction.

Silco lets go of your shoulder and lightly runs two fingers along your spine and Finn makes his gaze dart towards a woman sitting on his right.

This is the sign you’ve been looking for.

Your rule, as a hunter, wasn’t only to find out who would betray him, but also with them who, in search of power, would turn their back on the man.

You approach the man with the golden jaw and drop a bag on the table that, when it hits the wood, lets out gold coins.

He looks up perplexed, first at you, then at Silco.

"What does it mean"

"You did so good" is just a whisper, but you can’t help but giggle as you squeeze yourself between your shoulders as you leave the door behind.

▶Writober Day 2 “We wanted to be the sky” [Ekko]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", fem reader ↠TW: SFW, kinda fluff, romantic, a bit angst ↠Character/s: fem reader,Ekko, Scar ↠wc: 1.1k

Your eyes struggle to stay open, sleep makes eyelids heavy, and staying awake is suddenly the most difficult task in the world. It was undoubtedly a heavy week: there were toxic spills in the Sump, a couple of raids by the enforces in the Entresol, and even three firelights seriously injured which you had to rescue. I mean, you giggle between you and you, you’ve definitely earned a little rest.

You feel Ekko’s strong arms pick you up and make you do a little hop so he can grab you better, more firmly, and it’s absurd how all the noises are muffled except for his heartbeat: the boy’s heart is wriggling in his chest like a dragonfly in a cage, it seems ready to break his ribs to get out, you can almost feel it hit against your cheek, furious.

You know how much he loves to carry you in his arms like that, he does it often, and every single time he adds that remark that never fails to make you laugh: "I train for the day I marry you".

You hide your face against his chest, squeezing what little you can to gather a minimum of heat while the temperatures of the underground city suddenly drop. You can’t even imagine how cold he’s since he even took off his coat to wrap you with it. God, you always believed that being born in that sewer of the underground city was a curse before knowing him.

But to this day, if you had to choose between seeing the sun every day or having to crawl in the Sump for the rest of your life, you would always choose the dirty air of your native land if it meant being with him, with the firelights, with your people.

"We’re almost there, hold still." his voice is broken, perhaps from the wind that slams in his face, so strong that his eyes are filled with tears.

"Are you going to marry me?" you speak softly, your voice is feeble but you know he hears it because he squeezes you even more to himself in response, nodding with his eyes tightened. You giggle, but you have to stop immediately when you feel a shooting pain in the belly.

But you’re kinda used to it, it’s quite inevitable for the place you live: you’re all full of bruises and scars, it always hurts everywhere for how many times you fall from overboard, buildings, or roll on the ground during fights and training. You just have to follow the procedure, breathe slowly to get the pain over, and he keeps running as much as possible.

"I’ll marry you now, I swear."

And you find yourself wringing your lips slightly in a smile, closing your eyes, and squeezing even closer to him.

"We get to the lair and I’ll marry you, and I'm gonna carry you in my arms..." his voice stops, and you don’t quite understand the verse that follows, maybe he slammed? A muffled sigh, before he keeps talking "...like a princess, and I’ll show everyone how beautiful my wife is." his wife. You may already be getting used to it.

"Say it again..."

"My wife"

"Once again..."

"My wife. My wife. My wife" his wife.

"I like how it sounds. From today I’ll officially be your wife. And you… you’ll be my husband."

Your neck hurts, as so does your head, and the cold is always sharper, but opening your eyes you begin to recognize the ‘sky’ above your head, now close to that place you call home. You can’t believe it, who knows if he was serious. You wonder if once you get there he really is going to marry you, I mean, it was an odd way to propose, but his voice didn’t sound like a joking person's.

But when you finally get there, instead of smiling, he screams at the top of his lungs.

Scream so loud and desperate you get goosebumps.

He asks for help, yelling so much that he loses his voice. He falls to his knees, but you don’t get hurt, no, even blinded by despair his first thought goes to you, he covers you with his body as if he wanted to protect you from everything. And he cries.

He’s so happy to finally marry you that he cries as his life depends on it.

You don’t really understand what people are saying, and in all honesty, you find it hard to distinguish their faces because of sleep; someone pushes Ekko away and you try to get up but the limbs don’t respond, probably numb from the cold. Damn, and to think that this morning you were even sweating!

"It’s all right, hold on" Scar whispers caressing your face, someone rips your shirt off, and you feel warm water soaking your chest in an unexpectedly relaxing sensation. Thinking becomes more and more difficult, everything turns, everything is confused, but you trust them. It must be a strange custom of firelights, you think. Some kind of preparation for the bride.

"you know..." your voice is hoarse, the taste that reminds you of iron is getting stronger and stronger in your throat, and it’s disgusting. "Ekko and I are getting married."

Scar grits his teeth, probably he wanted to hear it from his best friend, but you need to say it out loud to feel it more real.

"We are getting married, and he promised me..." your chest hurts "that he will carry me all over the lair, to show everyone how beautiful his wife is." Just laugh, your head spins.

"When we were younger we wanted to be the sky. I know, it doesn’t seem to make sense, but the sky was huge, it was beautiful, it was boundless. And we wanted to be like that. We ran to Piltover to look at the clouds. But as I got older, I realized that if the sky equals freedom, my sky is here. I don’t have to climb the rooftops to reach it." You smile weakly at Scar, sleep is becoming really unbearable but you’re embarrassed to admit that despite how excited you are your eyes are struggling to stay open. You are tired, your eyes are tired, your voice is tired.

You just want to sleep.

"I can’t believe it" you see them moving their mouths, they seem to talk but you can’t hear any sound, just annoying static noise. You don’t even know if you’re just thinking or talking out loud at this point. "We’re getting married. We’re finally getting married".

Your eyes close.

And everything fades black.

▶Writober Day 3 “I can't explain and I won't even try” [Jayce]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader(no pronouns used) ↠TW: SFW, fluff, romantic,domestic, babygirl Jayce ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce Talis ↠wc: about 1 k

Working for the Kirammans has its pros and cons, no doubt.

Sure, you come home late, maybe drenched to the bone, but it pays well -and Tobias is such a sweetheart, he feels guilty when you finish your shift too late, so he always makes sure to give you some delicacies and often he offers to give you a ride home.

And your home, in turn, has its undeniable charm: it isn’t too excessive but it’s warm enough to allow you to breathe a sigh of relief when you enter. When outside it is particularly dark and cold, the main rooms are scattered with candles: a couple on the fireplace, at least five in the bathroom, three more in the kitchen… and the first to come back from their shift usually turn on both the heating and a stove, ready to boil milk for a cappuccino or a hot chocolate.

You get out of the car quickly and greet the man with your hand, he smiles in response and waits for you to enter the gate before starting the car and leaving. You know it’s an automatic gesture, probably dictated by fatherly instinct, but every single time it makes you feel an unexplained warm feeling in your chest, like safety.

But now you have no time for sentimentality, no, you’re finally at home. You can finally relax.

The last drops of rain, you think, then you’ll finally be warm.

The last drops of rain, you think as you press your finger on the doorbell.

The last drops of rain, you think when the latch snaps.

But when the door opens, you understand that that desire is as far as you can imagine: Jayce looks at you, seriously, the gray shirt he usually wears when he is at home is scorched, the soot dirty on his face and arms, in one hand he holds what appears to be the corpse of a cloth. You stare at him, and he looks back, in prolonged eye contact.

"I can’t explain and I don’t even try."

You nod. Excellent argument, no doubt.

You squeeze your eyes hard, filling your lungs with air until they almost burst into your chest. You put a hand on your temple, trying to assess how serious the situation in the house can be: it’s like a game between you and you, if you think about the worst possible scenarios you almost automatically will think 'I thought worse' when you actually see the disaster.

"So, what happened this time?" you sigh, closing the door behind you, and before the boy can talk, you clean a speck of soot from under his eye and take advantage of the situation to leave him a quick kiss, accompanied by a 'good evening anyway'.

"I was studying and..." the boy just gestures and shrugs.

"You got distracted?" he snorts in response, addressing his classic pout.

The living room isn’t that bad at the end of the day, just a little bit of soot on the curtains, some residue of burnt sheets on the ground, and fragments of what you imagine were glass vials on the tables and chairs.

You get the broom in the closet, and in the meantime give the boy instructions to open the windows and remove the curtains. In a few moments the air in the house becomes breathable again, but at the same time so cold to give you goosebumps: it doesn’t happen too often, but it is also not so rare that the carpets get dirty, the tablecloth burns, the walls blacken a little or the paintings fall off. You just got used to it, without getting angry or annoyed too much.

The carpets are taken to the laundry, the tablecloth is mended, the stains on the walls are cleaned, the paintings hung again and the windows reopened to make the room liveable again. You take a quick look out of the corner of your eye at Jayce, who’s obviously in a very bad mood, and you can’t help it but giggle.

"Oh, c'mon big boy. Nothing happened. Now let’s fix the living room and then take a nice warm bath" You approach him and put your hands on his chest, slowly sliding under the shirt. He whispers something incomprehensible about how he’s not angry at all, how he’s just annoyed by how a stupid distraction caused the accident this time and not an experiment, how he’s mortified because it’s cold and he knows it’s late and you’re tired, and so, so much more bullshits.

"I’m not angry, Jayce"

"I know, but I also know that-"

"Jayce"

"I know… but…"

"Let’s do this now: while I close the windows and change the tablecloth you go and prepare the hot water and towels. We deserved that. Okay?"

He nods but his expression doesn’t change, obviously consumed by guilt.

"Oh Jayce! Just one more thing!" he turns to look at you, putting his hand against the door frame.

"I love you."

He gasps loudly, opening his eyes wide, bites his lower lip embarrassed while his cheeks are get a bit hotter, and squeezes between his shoulders like a child who, on Christmas morning, doesn’t know how to react to the gift he was waiting for from a lifetime, even though you repeat those words every single day.

"I love you too"

And you giggle as you watch his mood suddenly improve, as he can’t help but smile as he goes back and forth between rooms.

▶Writober Day 4 “This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, fluff, implied romanticism, during the timeskip ↠Character/s: gn reader, Viktor ↠wc: 550 words

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You stare at the guy in front of you, busy fiddling with a heavy brass padlock. He doesn’t respond immediately, intent on nibbling on the inside of the cheek concentrated: he slides his fingers on the metal surface rhythmically to understand the arrangement of the small weights inside the lock, in a gesture so natural that you’re almost ashamed when you feel the blood rising to your face.

"Absolutely..." a firm wrist movement. "...not."

Click.

The padlock opens with a small snap and the guy turns to look at you, the satisfied smile of those who haven't feared for a moment to fail in his intent. Viktor quickly stows the trinkets in a metal box -probably an old candy container- and opens the door of the workshop, turning a little friendly bow. You hesitate a few moments before stepping in, the dark room is illuminated only at some points by dim blue lights, such as clumsily fireflies hidden behind furniture and machinery of dubious nature.

The heavy door closes behind you and, in an almost mechanical gesture, the boy heads towards one of the light sources, lifting a rough, blue, small sphere that beats between the tapered fingers as if it was alive.

"This is where the magic happens."

He sticks the gem in a small hole covered with circuits and the whole room lights up with a strong, blue light. Immediately you feel the skin hit by a static feeling, the hair of the arms go straight and your hair, suddenly light, follows your movements with slowness. Viktor chuckles with a hand in his pocket, noddin at you when finally his hand meets the object he was looking for.

“Heads or tails?” He shows you a silver coin, then he flips it in the air, enjoying your expression the moment you realize it won’t come back in his hand.

"Is... isn’t there gravity?"

"It is not correct, gravity is still present. But it acts with such a meager force that it doesn’t affect bodies." He can’t help but smile, proud of that little workshop that for a year has turned into his second home. One by one he takes his fingers off the handle of the cane, giving himself a small push to rise in the air, with the nonchalance of those who have already done it a thousand times and another thousand will do it again.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"How?"

"Jump. Just jump."

And you do it. Your stomach tightens, your clothes lag behind your movements, your body suddenly seems to be swallowed by the void, and even if you try to move you can’t really do anything, soon finding yourself spinning without any dignity or control. The boy approaches and offers you a hand, holding onto a tube with the other one.

"This is embarrassing"

"It just takes some practice, c’mon. Hold onto me." And suddenly you feel like a child, desperately holding with both hands on Viktor’s arms, terrified that if he leaves you, you’ll get hurt.

But he doesn’t leave you. Instead, he puts his hands on your hips, and closes his eyes, enjoying the almost total absence of weight. You’re light. You’re alone.

Isolated from everything and everyone, in that small laboratory where magic is consumed.

▶Writober Day 5 “Sinners” [Marcus]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: Slightly NSFW, "dancer"!reader, slightly degradation kink, spit kink, Last drop? Brothel? Who knows ↠Character/s: gn reader, Marcus ↠wc: 578 words

The glass sprints in a single fluid movement through the entire counter, dressing with the colored lights of the room before finishing its short run in the gloved hand of the policeman, who, without any hesitation or delay, brings it to his lips.

The music is so loud that the bass resonates in the diaphragm and makes the liquids vibrate rhythmically in the bottles carefully arranged behind the counter, as in a collective and hypnotic dance able to overcome the fourth dimension. Everything in that place seems to transcend the human as if someone had managed to scratch a slice of hell inside a closed building.

The moans and sighs accompany the notes, coming from every corner of the room, where shameless lustful don’t deprive themselves of a macabre dance, hungry for the body and soul of each other. On the stage and the counter several figures move ambiguous and sensual, without any gender and race, as if they lived only for that moment, and you with them.

You make your hands run on your skin uncovered, the lips hatched ready to give lascivious smiles to those sinners who despairing crowd at your feet, praying for one moment of your attention.

Keep your eyes glued to that of the man, intent on enjoying the only time when you, a dirty little animal of the underground city, can look down from above not only some piltover but even a public official. You kneel before him without stopping to dance, fluid as a snake, only to observe him better in those eyes so dark that they seem to swallow every single glimmer of light.

He sweats.

Swallows.

And you wonder if he feels dirty, if he feels like he’s in a cage, if he realizes that he’s just your prey.

And he, like a good obedient child, doesn't say a word. You grab his jaw between your thumb and pointer, slightly moving his face as you would with a precious gem, arching your back instinctively when he, instead of resisting, remains soft in your hands.

Docile, that man who the next morning would be ready to shoot a bullet directly between your eyes to keep his business clean, is now totally submissive to the touch of a mere prostitute.

You want to kill him.

At least threaten him, make him feel small, but you know you can’t.

You limit yourself to make a slight pressure on the just dug cheeks of the man to force him to open his mouth, then, with one hand, you lift his glass stealing a sip of his stupid and predictable gin.

Rich people have no taste nor imagination.

And when he raises his eyebrows confused, you recline your head, his lips a few millimeters from yours while you spit out the clear liquid in his mouth, rippling in a smile of pure pleasure when the man’s eyelids close slightly and his back stiffens.

Pathetic.

The red of the lights doesn’t stop you from clearly seeing the coins and bills that from time to time he slips at your feet, like a drug addict willing to do anything for a dose. And you, magnanimously, every time kneel down before him, letting him once touch a leg to worship your body, once feel your mouth so close to his skin that you can whisper against it every single sin you committed.

And he, second after second, falls more and more in the arms of a demon.

▶Writober Day 6 “If we ever stop talking send me a song” [Vander]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, angst, takes place during the time skip, I had to change a bit the prompt, the song is "our love" from Arcane ↠Character/s: gn reader, Vander, implied Mylo, Claggor, Jinx and Vi ↠wc: 605 words

“Ooh, like Sunday I'll pray our love will always stay pure… Ooh, while the world turns around, he holds me down for sure”

The voice mixes with the wind, the distant squeak of the gears of the elevator that connects Piltover to that place that has now taken the name of Zaun, the roar of the water of the port, the ticking of the rigid soles of the merchants who move back and forth while talking to each other, the noise of puddles that are hit by the feet of some bandit intent on diverting enforcers.

The underground city is breathing.

It seems almost intolerable in your eyes the audacity with which the city is getting back on its feet, as if time had continued to flow undaunted while, for you, the entire universe remained frozen at that night. Your voice cracks slightly, permeated with melancholy.

He promised you that he would always be there, that he would be your shield, that you would grow old together in that filthy world, making each other’s days less miserable. He promised you that you would work together at the inn, where you would dance every night as soon as the heavy door closed. He promised you that you would raise the children he picked up from the street together, like a real family. The same children he had brought with him as if he had not limited himself to death but had erased every single trace of his passage.

And the worst part is that you have no one to blame, not a single scapegoat to whom you can direct all your hatred, your malaise, your frustration. One part of your brain is angry with him, with the great Vander, the underground hound, who was so intent on saving everyone that he failed to save himself, while another part of you screams that you should have been with him that night, That you knew something was wrong, that maybe you couldn’t prevent it, but you could die there, in peace, next to your family.

The throat knot prevents you from finishing the song.

God, you’re so ungrateful.

You should just be happy that you’re still alive, that you’re okay, that they’re in a place that doesn’t smell like a sewer. But you’re selfish.

You miss them, you miss them in such a heartbreaking way that your heart seems to rip in two every single morning when you wake up in a bed suddenly too big, too empty.

You try to suffocate a cry, squeeze yourself between your own arms, squint with so much strength to see the residual image of that place even with your eyes closed, tighten your jaw feeling every single muscle in your neck in tension.

You can’t cry in front of him. He hates to see you cry.

It takes you a bit before trying to recompose, then you clear your voice with your eyelashes still damp, a deep breath, and start singing again with a stony tone your song, the one that you used to keep away from the jukebox because nobody, except you two, could play it.

"Do you remember, Vander? You said that to me. 'If we ever stop talking, I will sing you a song'. And every day..." the words die in your throat. You see your own reflection in the water at the foot of the statue: your eyes are reddened and dug, your lips are pale and chapped. Who knows if he’d be able to love you even now, even seeing you like this. "...every day for 251 days, I’ve come to sing you a song."

▶Writober Day 7 “Drunk enough to say I love you?” [Sevika]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: NSFW, implied prostitute!reader, ↠Character/s: gn reader, Sevika ↠wc: 658 words

The synthetic light filters through the fabric of the lamps, caressing with certain malice the furniture that decorates the room and, with it, your skin. It is a kind of ritual, the Mass on Saturday evening: every week the woman -a henchman of the most powerful man of Zaun- finishes her shift and religiously comes to the place of worship. She bows her head as soon as she comes in, out of respect, and kisses your knuckles modestly. It’s almost a prayer, she addresses you with the admiration with which you turn to a prominent figure, and thanks you when you accept her invitation.

Every week that amber-skinned woman turns to you, and even if she knows you’ll never deny her anything, -that you’re willing to serve her your body and soul on a silver platter if she asks,- she thanks you for your availability as if she didn’t expect it. You don’t understand if it’s some kind of game, a premise, an introduction that she doesn’t want to change, or if she really believes that one day you will say no to her, but it doesn’t matter. Not now.

Now there are no questions, the mass has begun.

You let your fingers run gently over the woman’s collarbones, in a rhythmic movement that occasionally varies in a slightly longer or shorter path, in a curious, intimate contact. She looks at you from time to time as you sit meekly on her thigh, leaning her chin to the back of your neck to rest a little and allowing a smile to surface on her lips only when she is sure you can’t notice it.

You are alone, two bodies abandoned to lust in a brothel room, accomplices the countless bottles of alcohol now abandoned empty on the floor, a gramophone that wearily continues to moan its notes, the night particularly suitable to be spent basking in melancholy and a few butts off in an ashtray, so full to sob grayish clouds whenever something moves in its vicinity.

You remain in silence almost religiously, the breaths still labored, and the smell of sex fills the air giving it a forbidden aroma, sometimes delicious.

Sevika reaches out to a bottle of Jack Daniel’s left on the bedside table and takes a deep sip before letting a much-suffered "shit" slip away.

"the head hurts" she adds. "I’m fucking drunk"

"How drunk?" you ask, looking at her with an amused look, gently caressing her face as you enjoy her reddened eyes.

"Too drunk" she replies with a face that makes you laugh. You lean forward to kiss her, and she, damned predator, immediately brings a hand to the base of your back, clutching at yourself, eager.

"drunk enough to say I love you?"

She stares at you for a few seconds which seems like an eternity, forbidden, and only after several moments the corners of her lips lift slightly. She kisses you this time, descending to your neck in a ravenous wake, letting the dark lips indulge on your skin, torturing it with the tip of her tongue and teeth. You cling to her, sinking your fingers into her scarred back, overcome by the sudden rush of adrenaline.

"Sevika" you call her name, eyes closed as the woman lays you on the bed, continuing that impetuous run along your body.

"Sevika" her name comes out like a lament as her black hair disappears between your legs. She keeps you by the thighs while calmly letting her tongue, moist and warm, impact your cold skin. She eats you with the grace of a nobleman at a banquet, taking all the time necessary to enjoy your taste thoroughly, to enjoy every inch of you.

And you don’t know exactly how much time she spends with her cheeks clenched between your knees, but when she finally lifts her head, her wet lips shine, making her as beautiful as ever.

"What do you think, does that count?"

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margoisthemoon2 · 1 year

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Falling in Love // Viktor(Arcane) x F!OC reader

“Oh, but I, but I, I can't help falling in love with you”

Hey guys im back with another story!!! Tbh idk when or if im going to pickup my Spiververse story still thinking about it. Uh character is black because i am lol.

This story takes place before ACT 3 of Arcane.

Words: Idk im on mobile

Warnings: None

Anyways Enjoy <3

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Hailie is an inspiriting scientist and Astronomer. She grew up in zaun along her 5 other siblings. Not knowing if she was going to eat the next day or not. She was raised as a girl to stand up for herself. Her older brother was someone you can depend on and look up to. Before she joined the academy in piltover she was a mechanic helping Benzo and little man(Ekko). As she built herself up she became an assistant to Mel who had a spot in the council. Secretly she studied Jayce and Viktor on their inventions. She was highly jealous of her cousin Sky Young as she was their assistant. But that didn’t stop her from taking a liking to the skinny guy with a limp.

“Guys! Guys! Im here! Im so sorry my clock didn’t go off!!” Hailie yelled as she entered the room where jayce and viktor think and put together their inventions. Hailie was fortunate enough to be called in to assist when sky was either sick or had something going on and wasn’t available. “Hails please we talked about this” Jayce signs as he runs a hand down his face in frustration “Dont call me hails” Hailie slightly gritted through her teeth. “Its okay hailie. As long as you’re safe” Viktor says as he throws a quick smile towards her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she looked away tucking a lose pink loc behind her ear. “Here takes these to Heimerdinger” viktor says shoving a few rolls of paper into her arms. Hailie nods her head and runs out the room. Progress Day is in two days.

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“HAPPY PROGRESS DAY!!” Hailie yells into the room as her and sky enters. Hailie throwing confetti and sky holding a champagne bottle and 4 glasses. “No no please we are working Heimerdinger would be here in a bit” Viktor says shooing the girls away with his hand “Oh come on just one glass we have a some time” jayce says as he grabs two glasses and sky pops the bottle open and begins to pour “Okay okay just one glass” viktor says putting his pen down. Jayce hands everyone a glass. “Here’s to progress” sky says lifting her glass up “And here’s to a bright future” Jayce agrees and we all clink our glasses together and drink. “Okay now get out i need to focus” Viktor says playfully. Hailie collects the now dirty glasses and sky grabs the bottle.

Hailie looks around a corner as Heimerdinger leaves the study room of jayce and viktor. Jayce leaves shorty after “Ill be back viktor” jayce says before closing the door. Hailie hides deeper in the shadows as jayce zooms past her. Once he was out of sight hailie does a quick pace to the large door. “Hey vik doing anything right now? No no stupid” she says to herself “Hey vik. You’re free im free. No what are we slaves dang it!” Hailie says running a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breath before opening the door. In the center of the room sat viktor scribbling away on paper. “Hey viktor!” She said m, viktor takes a peek behind him before going back to his paper “Hello Hailie” he says, hailie Tubs her arm a bit “So…what are you doing for progress day?” She asks “this” viktor replies. “Oh fun. I was… I was wondering if you wanted to join me at the fair before jayce has to do this speech tonight” hailie says taking a few steps towards “no no I shouldn’t. I cant! I have to finish” viktor says shaking his head and turns a bit to look at her “Oh please you can finish that later or even tomorrow!” She says throwing her hands up “You see! You see! I cant!” Viktor says using his hands to show her his paperwork that is scattered over the desk “yes you can crippled. Now come on!” Hailie says grabbing his arm and pulling him out of his seat viktor rushes to grab his cane and catch up with hailie as she pulls him at the speed of light out the door “Ah slow down i can go but so fast” viktor says as the door closes behind him.

The fair is busy and full of people, tents and food. Hailie and viktor has visted about three tents already. “Ahhh lets go check out that one” hailie says pointing to a tent that is selling merchandise. The two walk over. As hailie is listening to the vendor talk about the product viktor gets stuck behind a couple of people. He slowly back away and turns around to leave he gets a few feet before he looks down and sees hailie standing directly in front of him “so where you going?” She says a smile on her face. “Look hails i have to get back to the lab… im not really a peoples person….” Viktor says “please just stay with me. I hate being alone out here” hailie says as she walks around viktor and slides her arm through his and uses her other hand to hold his arm. “Oh how can i say no to you” viktor smiles then chuckles “fine but i have to go an hour before the grand speech” he says as they continue walking.

(Note: what comes to mind during this part is the movie tangled when rapunzel and flynn ryder are walking around the small town during her birthday celebration)

“Gosh i can’t believe he didn’t showcase our invention” Viktor says as he paces around the lab. Hailie sits in his chair a leg up and watching him. “Maybe he was nervous” she says “Jayce? Nervous? Ha!” Viktor says looking at hailie before he continues his pace around the room. “Hey want to come to my place? There is still some time to celebrate progress day. I asked Sky but she said she was tired” hailie says Turing towards the desk and spinning in the chair a bit “I guess… no! Yeah…yeah i could. I need to take my mind off things right now” viktor says sighing and looking out the window above. “Great! Lets go” hailie says getting up and walking to the door.

“Welcome to my lovely home” hailie says as she opens the door and shows her place that is not surprisingly not clean but also not dirty. “Sorry about the mess. My brother was in and we had a little too much fun” she says picking up the darts off the floor and putting them in the box they was once in. “Feel free to sit anywhere” she says closing the door as viktor made his way into the apartment. “It’s not too bad honestly” he says as he takes a seat on her couch and puts his cane next to him “wine?” She asks makings her way into the kitchen “sure” he says looking at the books on her coffee table. “This is the only one i have its 365 Strawberry Semi Sweet Wine Armenia” she says as she walks into the living room reading the label “yes thats fine” viktor says looking up at her. “She so beautiful. Why didn’t i see this before? Other than jayce she pays attention to me and shows that she cares” he thinks to himself as he watches her pour their cups “no no let me” he says as he grabs the bottle gently his hand grazing hers temporarily. They look at each other before he pulls away and finishes pouring the drink.

“Ah hahaha really and it worked!” Hailie laughs as she listens to viktor tell her a story about the boat he made when he was younger. “Yes! Yes! I thought it would sink on the first try but it stood perfectly” he says grabbing the wine bottle pour himself another glass. “Huh empty” he says looking at the bottle “wow you are amazing viktor” she says wiping her eye as a tear from laughing too hard falls. She looks up to see viktor standing up with his cane and walking over to the couch that hailie is occupying. “No. You’re amazing hails.” He says “I don’t know why it took me so long to see you. The way you care and how concentrated you are in your work.” He says reaching up to tuck a loc behind her ear “Today at the fair. I think that i have fallen in love with you. Im always so focused in my work no matter what is happening” he says “But you. You are starting to be important to me” he says leaning forward a bit their faces inches away “You’re important to me too vik” hailie says, the two slowly gets closer. Fireworks erupt. Their lips clash against another. Viktor buries his hand in her hair using his free hand to keep him upright.

Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you.

Plays in the background as they kiss deeper and deeper. Viktor don’t know what came over him as he pulls her closer and kisses her neck and back to her lips. Hailie puts a hand on his chest to stop him. “That’s enough for now pretty boy” Hailie says running a hand through his hair and cupping his cheeks. “I love you viktor” she says, he reaches up holding her wrist “and i love you too Hails” he says kissing her cheek. “I cant help falling in love with you” Viktor whispers.

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And that’s that. I don’t think I did anything good with this story. Might make another part with some sky and hailie rivalry still thinking. I has rewatched Arcane like 10times this week. Season two needs to hurry up. Ugh!!!

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sihakadan · 2 years

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Found You pt. 8

Sorry if this took too long. Been feeling discouraged but I also had parental responsibilities and I got burnt out. Better now and back on my bullshit.

Also, a side note, I didn't mean for this to be AFAB or less exclusive, but it happened and I tried to fix it and Idk, I tried y'all. Maybe I'll get better with it over time.

Pairing: Scar x gn!Reader (AFAB)

NSFW, MDNI

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You could feel something warm running down your arm and tired eyes peeled open to look to see what it could possibly be. Tal was sleeping away (finally) on your arm, her little mouth open and drool running down her face and onto your arm.

While that may disgust others, you were a medical professional and drool was not the worst thing that had gotten on you.

You remembered very little because of all the adrenaline. But you did remember giving Ekko the rest of the jewelry, Tal getting fussy, and Scar almost falling over from being so tired. To prevent him from falling face first you told him you'd watch her in the clinic in case she needed more ear drops or her fever came back.

On the bed you had in the clinic, you had settled down with Tal, humming lullabies you remembered your mother singing to you and your siblings. That was the most motherly thing she had done, that you could remember anyway.

And Scar-

You looked at your table and noticed him with his head down on his arms, his long legs sprawled out underneath the table. He must've came back after a short nap , and it looked like he had been reading before he fell asleep. You bit the inside of your cheek as you noticed it was not just any book, but the book. You really had to find a better hiding place for it.

Gently, you moved Tal, setting her in the middle and tuckng a blanket around her, smoothing back the thick dark hair. It was more like Scar's than Jazz's, since Jazz had really fine hair.

Once you were in the clear, you tipped toed towards the table, reaching to grab the book. You almost fainted as the metal clawed hand gently slammed down on the book as you tried to pick it up. Slowly, Scar sat up, groggy, grunting as he did so. Before acknowledging you, he looked at the bed to look at Tal, smiling as he saw she was still sleeping. It was a good sign.

Sighing, you sat down, apologizing as your leg bumped into his. Your eyes looked at the book and then back at him, teeth gnawing your inner cheek. "Why are you teasing me about reading it?"

He raised a brow, but he didn't smirk at you this time. His hand left the book and he pushed it towards you. "I am surprised, I guess."

"Surprised? Is that why you teased me about my see-through underwear?" Feeling it bubble up, you had to remind yourself there was a sleeping baby on the bed not too far. "Why you flew like a mad man so I would hang onto you? Especially when I asked you not to?"

The fact that he didn't even seemed embarrassed that you were calling him out infuriated you. You would have just disappeared into thin air if someone had called you out.

"I just wanted to see." He said, his eyes running down your arm to where your hand was resting on the book.

"See what?" You shook your head and motioned at him to keep going.

Scar leaned back, watching your face, how you were looking at him. You were sure your face was red again. "How you'd react."

That left you confused and just brought up more questions. "But I don't understand why."

He sat forward, leaning on his arms, getting closer to you so he could talk in a soft voice. Tal needed to sleep as long as she could. "Because..." He seemed to not know how to say what he needed to. "I trust you."

That was a bit unexpected and you smiled gently. Still, not an answer. "Scar-"

"Just-" Now he was nervous and you had only seen that when Tal had been so sick earlier. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

Oh. Oh. You had thought he had just been teasing, that you were developing strange feelings, or he just liked to embarrass you. But..."Scar, we just laid Eve to rest." You said gently.

"Yeah." He almost looked ashamed and you felt guilt. That wasn't what you were saying.

"I mean, we weren't together but she- well, I just feel like I'd be-"

"I know." He stopped you and your heart twisted. He did know, very well, what you might be experiencing. He probably went through a lot of mental anguish just thinking of moving on.

You could feel yourself picking your fingers again and his eyes shot to your hands. His one covered both of yours. "Stop." His voice was firm and his eyes hardened. Suddenly you felt like a chastised child.

"Sorry." You muttered, your hands relaxing under his. It was very warm and your fingers were so cold.

His face softened and his fingers curled around your hands a bit. "Do you want me to stop?" Stop the flirting, you knew he meant.

Did you? No. You actually liked the attention, even though you got so embarrassed by it. That was before you knew his intentions though. But that little feeling in you throat, the guilt, it ate at you. Not only that, but if you were to get together, Tal was part of the deal. You loved her, whole heartedly, but she wouldn't remember Jazz. It would be you and that bothered you. Still...

"Can we take it slow?" Maybe the time would help you ease your guilt, find a way to cope with it. But you liked the idea of being with him, spending more time around him and getting those secret smiles.

His lips curled into a small smile and he nodded, his fingers curling around yours even more. You moved your hands and held his between yours, your thumbs running over the rough skin of his knuckles. You had told him how many times to wrap his hands up so they wouldn't get so beat up?

"What's in the box?" His voice pulled you from your thoughts and you realized you had been staring at him for a while now.

"Box? Oh!" You looked at the desk and saw the white box with that pretty ribbon. The one you had gone back for. It wasn't a secret. "I guess I will show you. If you're a gentleman." You teased and he gave you a smirk. He liked that.

Quietly, you went to grab the box and brought it back to the table, slowly undoing the ribbon. "I don't know if it will fit, but I maybe we can use the fabric." You lifted the lid and reached in, pulling out a small little stuffed lamb with a bright pink nose. "I wanted Tal to have them." You held up the lamb. "This is Lambie and she was my best friend for a long time." You reached back into the box and pulled out a very soft blanket, covered in little pink flowers, like the blossoms on the trees in the garden back home. Well, your former home.

You didn't know what expression was on his face, but the look in his eyes made your heart flutter and you bit your lip as you reached in for the last thing, your ears heating up.

It was a play dress, but a well made, obviously made by some Piltover seamstress and not the 'make due with what we have' that you had gotten accustomed to with living in the undercity. If Tal fit it, it could be passed around for quite a while before it would need to be recycled.

"You went back to get this?" He held up the stuffed lamb, but his tone was not accusatory. It was awe. "For my daughter?"

Why would he be so shocked? Ever since Jazz died, you had been right there, doing what you could to help him with Tal. You weren't another parent, but you were definitely very close to the little girl. "Of course. I'd give her a whole store if I could." But the money you'd get from the jewelry would be for food and medicine. "I love her."

You couldn't tell if he was in pain or if you had just broken him. It had been so hard since Jazz had died and maybe he had forgotten that he wasn't alone, that Tal was loved not just by you, but by all his friends.

"Scar?" You stood up and stood next to him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

He turned in his chair and pulled on your arm, pulling you closer to him, in between his legs, his arms wrapping around your middle and his head resting on your chest.

Instead of pushing him away, you stroked his hair, feeling his fingers splay over your back. It was a very gentle, sweet hold. "I will be." He said against you, pulling back slightly to look up at you. "Thank you. For everything. Everything."

Your hands cupped his face and your thumbs ran softly over his cheekbones, a smile on your face as he closed his eyes. "I'm here. Always."

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A/N: Oh yeah, let's have some slight hurt/comfort because why the hell not. How long will this be? Good question. Will there be naughty? Probably. When? Uh, yes.

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vinnytotherescue · 3 years

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After watching the last 3 episodes, all I want to do is put Viktor in a blanket burrito and tell him everything will be fine... But man, that cliffhanger... I don't know if I can't wait for the next season T_T

Honestly me too I saw him and dude when he cried I felt something break 😭😭 my heart screamed PAIN, I just want to hug him, give this man some love 😭

AND I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THAT DAMN CLIFFHANGER I NEED A SECOND SEASON THATS IT 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

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viktwhore · 3 years

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Coming Soon

Fake It ‘Til You Make It | Viktor x Reader

Zaunian!Reader was never taught how to read which is ironic for someone employed at the Academy. You’ve gotten by for months now without any mishaps until Professor Heimerdinger assigns you to work for the Hexcore scientists.

Last Hope | Viktor x Reader

Mage!Reader is a scientist working at the Academy when you overhear how sick Viktor has gotten. Ignoring all past cautions to keep your magic hidden from everyone, you try to get close enough to heal Viktor with your magic while having to keep your powers hidden from him, which isn’t exactly an easy task when you need to have physical contact with him to heal him.

jealousy, jealousy | Viktor x Reader

You can see how hard Sky is crushing on your boyfriend, Viktor, and you can’t help the self doubt creeping in. Viktor makes sure you won’t forget that you’re the only one that he wants.

Boom | Silco x Reader

After the destruction of her family, Jinx (Powder) takes comfort in one of the only people left in Zaun that she cares about: you. Day after day, Jinx visits you in your workshop, learning how to tinker and perfect her bombs. One day, Silco follows her to find out what on earth she gets up to while he’s not around and totally not because he wants to make sure she’s safe and ok. He sees you mentoring and caring for Jinx like she’s your own and instantly falls in love.

Oral Fixation | Viktor x Reader

You have a bad habit of biting and licking things while you’re deep in focus. Unfortunately, for your fellow scientists, it’s a very distracting habit.

Irony | Viktor x Reader

After meeting Heimerdinger after the bridge attack and learning about his assistants illness, Ekko knows the perfect person who can help Viktor. Unfortunately, you’re the one thing they’ve tried so hard to keep out of Piltover for all these years.

My asks are OPEN, so if you have any requests or something you’d like to see written for any Arcane characters (especially Viktor, Silco, and Jinx) feel free to send them in!

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writing-mlm · 3 years

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P's and O's

Ekko x male reader

word count: 1.2k

warning: mentions of blood, one kiss unasked for, and like a single swear

summary: kissing Ekko was a rash decision but he's made dumber choices

“Why is there a damn Piltie in the lanes?” You whispered, slinking to Ekko’s side as he watched over the kids playing on the ground before he turned around to face you. Before he answered he reached up to the mask around your face. He clicked the button that held it up and it hissed as he took it off and set it on the table, brown eyes met your own and the frown etched into your face melted away.

“How did you know?” He asked, eyebrows raised and lips quirked up in a grin.

“It’s the lanes,” You waved your fingers. “Word spreads fast, especially with a damn Piltie walking around like she owns the place,” Agreeing, Ekko shrugged and rubbed the side of his face. His white hair shifted as he did so before he leaned against the railing he had previously been holding onto.

When he did, you watched as his muscles flexed, his knuckles grinding at his skin as he held onto the rusty rails. Quickly looking away, you stared at the leaves on the tree creating a warm shadow that cast over the two of you. Breaks in the leaves allowed random spots on Ekko’s body to be illuminated, especially his face.

“She’s with Vi…” He drifted off and your eyes went wide.

“She’s back? I thought… with Vander—“ He shook his head and wiped his lips, a heavy sigh leaving as he let his arm drop back to his side. Clearly, he had a lot on his mind but he smiled and leaned his head back. Facing the sky, you saw his adam’s apple bob up and down as he continued to laugh.

“She’s alive alright, confused as fuck and she wants to get Jinx back from Silco. Says ‘Powder is still in there’ and that she knows her sister.” He looked back at you, sharing the same look before your face dropped and you crossed your arms.

“And you’re going with her,”

“I have to!” Pushing himself off from the railing, he walked around until he was behind you. “She’s gonna get herself killed, and I-I can’t let that happen, (Y/n)!” Turning around, you nodded and walked over to the table with your mask set on it. “Absolutely not, you’re not going.” He moved to be behind you, ready to snatch the mask away from you at a moment's notice.

“Never said I was,” You grinned, feeling the hard plastic against your skin as you traced the cracks in the mask. “I have my own shit to do,” Setting the mask back down, you turned around and stared at Ekko for a minute. “I am worried, though,” Your shoulders tensed as you spoke and your eyes moved around the room. You always felt giddy staring at him and it made you sick, not because it was gross but because you felt stupid. It felt childish and you were no child. “Jinx is dangerous, everyone knows this.”

“Which is why I’m going, and to talk to someone on the council.” He gripped your shoulders and moved his head so you were forced to look at him.

“The council? Who’s this topsider?” With crossed eyebrows, you began to worry. If the woman knew a council member and Jinx killed her, everyone in the lanes is as good as dead.

“Her friend has a chair, she’s an enforcer.” He was reluctant to answer and rightfully so.

“An Enforcer!“ You shouted. “Ekko, no. You can’t be serious,”

“I am, so please, do what you gotta do. I’ll do what I gotta, promise nothings gonna happen,” With him, there was hardly any room to make him change his mind and you knew that. So, you sighed and rubbed your face in defeat.

“Fine.” You slinked away from Ekko and went back to the railing to see the sky. “It’s getting dark, you gotta leave soon. She gets stronger at night or some shit,” The two of you shared a laugh and you turned around to face him. And while it might’ve been the dumbest idea you had in a while, you said fuck it and leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Good luck,”

“Wait— what?” He asked and went to take a step forward but Violet knocked on the door, halting him mid-step.

“We need to go!” She announced before seeing you. “Tinker?” Her eyes lit up and you smiled, genuinely surprised that she remembered you. Let alone the stupid nickname you got.

“Violet,” Nodding at her, she nodded back and held onto Ekko’s shoulder as the two of them left. Before he left, he looked at you and gave a hesitant smile along with a wave.

—

You felt so stupid! Why would you do that? What if he hated it and it ruined his night and he was off his game and Jinx— fuck. You didn’t want to go there. What if he liked it though?

Sitting on your bed, you bite your nails as your leg bounces erratically. You, having had a crush on Ekko for a while now you didn’t know how to react, if you were him how would you react? Probably be over the moon but thinking realistically, you’d be more confused than anything. It was out of the blue and you felt bad for not asking first. That was shitty, you’d admit that.

Even if he wasn’t mad about it, you were going to apologize.

“They’re back!” A child announced from the hallway and you sighed, wrapping your hands around the railing he had been leaning on earlier that day. So they were alive, that’s good. You loosened your grip and pushed yourself from the railing, spinning on your heel you jumped back seeing Ekko was already behind you.

“You're hurt,” You whispered since he was so close he could undoubtedly hear you. “Do you need a medic?” He shook his head and stiffly moved to cup your face, his fingertips danced on your hairline and you chewed on the inside of your mouth.

“I’m fine,” He finally answered. “Jinx tried to blow us both up after I won the fight… I got away, I’m guessing she did, too.” The whole time his eyes kept bouncing between yours, unable to settle on just one of them.

“About earlier,” you looked down for a second. “I’m sorry about not asking for permission, ‘was shitty,” Turning to look back up, you looked over his face, seeing the scratched and dried blood on his face you were reminded that Jinx had nearly killed him.

“Yeah,” He laughed. “But I didn’t mind,”

“Oh,” You breathed, eyebrows raising. “Oh,”

“Yup,” He drew out, leaning closer to your face. “Maybe we can try again? With permission, of course. May I?” Nodding, your eyes flickered to his lips and watched as they got closer and closer until you closed your eyes and they met.

His hands shifted to hold the back of your head so gently it was like a pillow and you held his face, your fingers ever so gently dug into the flesh of his cheek.

“That was nice.” You grinned as the two of you pulled away but Ekko didn't say anything, he just smiled and went in for another.

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subizer0 · 2 years

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star-crossed lovers.1 the boy who shattered time

"the always enchanting tale, of star crossed lovers."

being an archivist in piltover and getting assigned to the firelight case

a.n: jinx is believed to be around 19 in the second act of arcane. i assume ekko was only a little older than her, so i thought of ekko as 20 writing this, reader is basically the same age.. also, the reader was found before the bridge incident, so they had no connection with any of the zaunite characters before.

!!this is super random, messy and unedited. read at your own risk im so sorry sdfjdsfjslfjk

ekko x female reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: vi swearing :D, kidnapping??? reader has a sickness that affects her body entirely (actual lore), adoption, political marriage mentioned

supporting characters: caitlyn, tobias, cassandra, vi, scar, renata glasc

growing up a foundling saved from the polluted air and deadly sewers of zaun, you were brought up by the infamous kiramman family without being mentioned of your heritage, not even once!

spending your days in the kiramman estate, you were considered to be born into the lavish lifestyle of this matriarchal clan. since you were found by a group of enforcers during a riot in zaun as a baby, people did find it bizarre for the kirammans to suddenly pop out with a child, even though none would dare to gossip about it. this resulted in your parents spreading their wings' over you, wanting to protect you from any wandering gaze. you were quite the lucky scroundrel, being a teen around compassionate women like cassandra and caitlyn, you knew it wouldn't be long before you started reaching out for the greater good of your beloved piltover.

you were a daddy's girl to put it plainly, you were used to being pampered by tobias who enjoyed much finer and simpler things in life, prior to your mother cassandra who was quite strict about you taking an active role in the clan's representation of the council. even though you could not have a direct role as council member (not being blood-related and all).

you always though mother knew that caitlyn would grow up to be rebellious if it meant she was doing the right thing, whereas you, a poor zaunite who already got enough chemicals clogged up in her lungs during her short stay as a resident. thats why you were always tired and sickly from studying, having tobias constantly worry over you to an unnecessary extend. caitlyn was ambitious, she wanted to change the world for the greater good even if it meant abandoning her roles as the next heir as a council member. and you were the more 'passive kiramman' who stayed home all day reading history books and playing music with your favorite parent. still, caitlyn would have none of these people pushing you around, you were simply different! special in your own way and she made sure to remind you that many times. cait is a woman of very reassuring hugs, and you are one of her favorite people.

having roots from ionia, your dad often recognized your longing to your true parents, to the toxic smells and industrial sounds of the undercity. he often saw you frustrated and ashamed of admitting how precious you thought the fauna of the zaun was. not being able to tell you the truth hurt him dearly, but he was still a parent, and he thought more of your well-being compared to your previous life as an infant.

you loved your small family though, you really did! and when your big sister decided to start working as an enforcer, you knew that you didn't want to be apart from your role model for much long, you still did it without giving your mother more of a heart attack :D.

thats when you started working as an archivist for the piltover corps, a pretty youngling wicked enough to see more to the details to crime scenes than any other officer in the department. you spend your whole life putting yourself in your sisters hat, blowing your mind over how exactly precise she was when it came to analyzing the crime scene that you were the first archivist our dear soon-to-be sheriff would seek out. it was bound to be really, you spent many of your time hanging around caitlyn's room that she would sometimes jokingly say you knew her more then she did herself.

we could say that you were happy, having a semi-office job that did not oppose much of a threat to your weak body, you still longed for the serious and one of a kind aura of crime scenes. since you were highly respected in your job, you would get assigned to cases that involved zaun more often than not. having grown up in a powerful family in piltover, forget about having any experience with the undercity, you never even came close to seeing the bridge before. needless to say, you were excited to learn more about zaun's firelights. the robin hoods that came to surface during those dreadful times.

"you see anything suspicious, you tell me. i don't want you fainting around the precious crime scene." caitlyn was half-serious as she said that. you could see how stressed she was after the incident with the former sheriff, grayson if you recalled correctly. you knew your sister thought of her dearly, she gushed over how brave and intelligent she was that grayson dying right underneath her feet was too much for her. you watched them do shooting training from the big window of your parents' workroom. grayson seemed like a gentle giant to you as a child, she retrained from showing affection but she never missed any opportunity to give advice to the 'kiramman girls'. piltover police department hid everything from commoners that it meant even you, a powerful family, couldn't know what was going on down there. something so terrible that it could easily kill a woman you always knew as ambitious and powerful.

you knew how worried caitlyn was, she was walking on egg shelves, constantly getting told off by other enforcers for messing up with the crime scenes, but nobody knew your sister as well as you did and you were SURE that if there was one officer who could go to the bottom of this, it was caitlyn.

and that was basically why you were standing here :) with rain softly hitting your small umbrella, so small that half of your boots were soaking already, trying to sneak after your dear sister as much as you possible could. even though you were sure she already heard you cough really bad a few times , the cold was a bit too much for you already, you wanted to believe that cait was lost in the moment for now. maybe you hoped she didn't notice you, or maybe because caitlyn was so tense and panicked about being discovered again, but alas, your prayers were answered when you arrived at what seemed to be a depot for emergency items being transmitted to zaun. 'that's it!' you heard caitlyn whisper softly, it actually took you by terror! you were waaaay to close for comfort now.

with a moment of panic, you quickly took a few steps back, your heavy boots stomping through the old road. a few seconds later, when you try to memorize what you last saw of your sister, you were going to wonder why the council never bothered to fix up such places. piltover was suppose to be this megacity, no flaws or cracks to been seen from the outside, it was suppose to shine through whole runeterra. but zaun has always been a thorn in piltover's side. people too proud to let their city be renowned by those they saw as arrogant up starters, whom would rather live in toxic waste than let their own culture be lost to those who went crazy over having control over both magic and technology? to be honest, it never seemed like a bad thing to you, you could never admit it to yourself as a kiramman, but you thought of zaunites rather highly. they were interesting folks that you admired, a part of you has always been on their side, maybe it was what you saw in yourself after all. poor, lost, weak, not good enough even?

your train of thoughts had to be cut short as your shoulder hit through a heavy metal box sharply. you took a painful breath, immediately putting your hand on your left shoulder to do "damage control" as your father taught you. caitlyn jumped with surprise all of a sudden too, taking a brief look at her surroundings before rushing inside the depot. you tried to compose yourself, but walking over here was already tough enough for your sickly body. you kept hearing footsteps and unnatural sounds that you couldn't make much of, before feeling a rough hand surrounding your mouth. 'caitlyn?' you tried to mutter even when you could clearly see her silhouette getting smaller by passing second. you took a glimpse of the few words written on the metal box before hearing a soothing voice.

"keep it quite, you don't want them to hear us. trust me." the tone was not soothing at all. it was demanding, persuasive even. was he after this weird purple looking box too? shimmer? not like you had much power in your body to resist him anyway. you saw your sister jumping through the side window of the building from the corner of your eyes before letting your exhausted body in the care of a stranger. you felt his arms tense right before your conciseness slipped away, it must've been shocking for him too. he probably didn't expect you to faint, not like you could care much about it now anyway.

you believed it was the other day when your body finally started to feel okay again, you could see weird sources of light appearing and disappearing constantly even with your eyes closed. you were put on a neatly assembled room: a small bed that was pushed to the corner of two walls, a very used table with a single little vase on it -the vase was empty- a small rug that seemed to be hand-knitted. your head felt heavy as you forced yourself to get out of the bed, the air was so dense that it was starting to burn your eyes. you kept inhaling, even though it was no help at all. there was no window, no air conditioning, no nothing. the gray was quite literally consuming you whole.

"i get that you think yourself as highly, piltie." you saw a young man leaning to the frame of the door. "but you don't even bother resting? you're in the wrong neighborhood, you better start acting right." he ignored you trying to breathe for your dear life and started approaching you. he eyed you from tip to toe for a moment before giving a satisfied hum. "it'll do." he mumbled under his breath before putting a small package on top of your now messy bed. 'a change of clothes' you hoped, the boy seemed to enjoy seeing your eyes light up over a simple thing, though it looked more out of annoyed amusement.

"welcome to zaun, little piltie." he said after leaving a some-what friendly pat on your shoulder. your left shoulder might i add, and even a small touch was already making the wound burn so bad, you fought the urge to flinch, as to not be seen as weak to your kidnapper. the next few days followed as such, sometimes it was different people bringing you questionable food, but you still saw ekko doing the errands most of the time. your guess? they were still deciding what to do with you. they already stripped you off of your "piltie belongings" so they probably already had a few ideas of your importance and profession. it would take a few more days for caitlyn to get where you are, or at least you hoped. a part of you didn't want her to, you still couldn't decide who you were dealing with, and you didn't want cait to get hurt. who were these people anyway? some chem-punks with hate towards the upsiders? zaun police community thing? if they even had one? maybe some ordinary sump suckers targeting you for your position???

"you have a funny look on your face. are you gonna show something new already?" there he was, ekko, now that you knew his name from a little child that has been on your meal duty for a while now. it seemed your relationship improved for the better recently, he kept questioning you still, there was that, but he seemed pleased with how calm and collected you seem. a piltover 'noble' that was willing to talk to a zaunite as an equal? that was a huge advantage for them. ekko has been informed about a device that piltover was working on, something powerful at that. to his surprise, he was dealing with one of the best archivists in "stuck-up city". he wanted you to trust him, so he started tending to your wounds himself. ekko understood that you weren't comfortable showing yourself in a vulnerable manner, but he was the easiest to get along with out of all community members. you felt as though you could rely on him, even though your rational side was screaming "stockholm syndrome!" on the top of her lungs.

"zaun is actually quite beautiful, its unique in its own way"

"you really thought we were half-mutant monsters that drank toxic shimmer water to survive or something?"

"..."

"your silence is scary, but appreciated whizkid."

you felt ekko starting to get closer to you day by day, he was fascinated by your neutral opinions on zaun as a piltover citizen, but mostly he just stayed to enjoy your company. he always felt the burden of the firelights in one way or another, he owed them as much as he needed them. but with you, you could talk about how you marked different information in the piltover library for hours, and he could pretend to listen while taking notes of your hand movements. your peaceful days of companionship were cut short after you were assisted to your room by a strange looking friend of his.

"don't follow me, i'll be with you as soon as i'm finished." you took notice of how a lot of people seemed to be on edge, they kept rushing around with a different material on their hands each time. the errand boy that got used to greeting you before couldn't even spare time to look at you now. you felt uneasy, you've been here for a few weeks already, but even you could tell this was odd. so after sitting in your usual room for a few hours -which was customized to your liking by now since ekko was planning to keep you here for a while - you decided enough was enough. you never put your nose up in the firelights' business until now, but you were just starting to see yourself as a part of the team recently, and it was -to be perfectly honest- hurtful. you cared for those people, you tried picking up ionian just so you could say thank you to the strange looking human-like members. they were finally starting to ask about you as a person, not as a piltie, and now it was all crashing up on you.

you followed the small made up road up to the first level of the huge tree that the hideout was centered around. you could hear ekko speaking in a cold manner, something that you stopped getting used to after a few days of being here, and it sent a chill down your spine. ekko was always understanding with you, he stated many times that he saw himself in you, a kid lost all by herself in between the dirty and the dense pipes of zaun. he tried to speak softly to not seem suspicious to other firelights, ekko always made it very clear that HE was the one responsible for you. after you saw ekko clinging to a pink figure, you couldn't stop the scenarios rushing into your mind that was running non-stop. why is he shaking? wow, he seems really short compared to them now. oh god, was it a lover perhaps? you were getting jealous NOW out of all times?

the pink haired individual noticed you as you made yourself very well known. spilling out a frustrated scowl you let out with the last thought crossing your mind. you were letting your emotions get the best of you, no no, you were acting like a "snipe" as your mother phrased it when she was angry. a foolish zaunite kid. what an irony it was.

"thank god i didn't know how much i could go on with this emotions bullshit." her voice was smooth and full of mischief, you could also see her pointing at ekko with her eyes, mouthing the word 'clingy'. ekko didn't notice it however, he turned around with his pupils wide, trying to dry his eyes using his red scarf thingy to help the process. he looked shaken up a bit, you wanted to do nothing more than hug him.

"that's so uncool. let's just get this over with." "what do you mean uncool? is she your girlfriend or something?"

you could feel the heat rushing to your face, trying to get a glance off of ekko's reaction. you couldn't believe that you would be wondering if a boy from the undercity was fancying you, it felt odd, like it wasn't meant to be. your parents were very open to the idea of you marrying for love, even then they and your distant relatives hoped that you would marry a powerful piltoveran diplomat to bring more power and name to the household. you knew that, of course you did, it was merely your responsibility to thank your parents. but you still wanted so bad for him to answer positively. yet, ekko's stance did not change one bit, it was as if he didn't even hear what the pink haired girl was talking about. all the while you could also see her looking at you two suspiciously, especially to you.

"a penny for your thoughts, ma'am?"

"name's vi, stop calling me that it feels weird."

you could see that vi was slightly amused with the way you were conversing, considering her obviously looking rough around the edges. she would like to consider herself 'intimidating', but you were disciplined by one of the finest teacher's in the whole uppside, cassandra kiramman herself, so you couldn't help yourself being polite in a stoic way.

"she can't help it, whiz here is a welheeled piltie you see." he was still refusing to take a look at you. it felt as if you were at the step 0 all over again with him, his cold but straightforward speaking was back at it, and you were hoping he would stop calling you a piltie already.

"funny you say that, she reminds me of a very dear friend, actually. i hope you didn't shake cupcake badly." you perked up upon hearing this, your mind was clouded with ekko that you were having trouble keeping up with the conversation. they were joking between themselves, talking about some mathilda, which was making you feel uneasy all over again. and, cupcake? that seemed like a weird nickname coming out of vi's mouth. the word itself seemed so out of place there, that it made you remember unpleasant things. ever since you've been cooped up here, you felt as if this whole stay was the most free you've ever felt. you didn't have to listen to enforcers bickering, pushing people around. even though you were clearly a prisoner, you still enjoyed hearing people talk so fondly of zaun. it almost felt like, home...

home was a word that lost its meaning in your eyes a long time ago. dusty bookshelves and open windows of the brilliant piltover stopped felling like home when you started seeing how big the cliff was between piltover and zaun. you started to feel guilty listening to your mother and father voice their concerns about zaunite riots, it was uncomfortable looking through archives and finding the hardships zaunites had to go through because of piltover. now, home was here. but it was still missing something, you loved your family, and you were proud of your nation. you missed seeing tobias panic over how to tend to a small bruise on caitlyn's arms. caitlyn, was she okay? last time you saw her, she was all alone too, she didn't have her usual shadow following right behind her step. you couldn't help but smile with the though, she hated hearing you say that. 'gob it' she would shout every time she heard someone talk about how passive you were even though you were a kiramman.

caitlyn was your dearest, but you even though you have been a hostage for weeks now, never once did you think about her well-being. oh, cupcake!

"caitlyn!" you shouted with realization, your thoughts only catching up with you just now. "were you with caitlyn?" vi was taken aback by surprise before tensing her shoulders. she was obviously wary of your suspicious behavior now.

"how do you know her kid?" the way she was standing was scary now, before she only seemed like a puppy with big guns. caitlyn was your sister, but why was vi looking offended that you knew of her too? the worst possible case came racing, did vi hurt your sister?

"that's enough, vi." you failed to notice ekko moving closer to your side, up until now he was leading your small group to what seemed like a bunch of bunkers. he was near you now, his left arm covering you partially from vi's gaze protectively. you were sure he could hear your heart banging in your chest, was it vi's intense gaze that was scaring you? or ekko clearly protecting you from someone that seemed important to him? either way, the room's temperature was so low by now that the silence, for the first time of you being here, started to physically hurt.

you closed your eyes momentarily, you were already tired with the satiation you were failing to put a meaning on. you still didn't know who vi was, you didn't know what she was doing here, but most importantly of all, you had to know what she had to do with your big sister. so you built up your courage and opened your mouth to question her one more time.

"pfft!" you looked up with surprise, ekko was also taken back with vi suddenly laughing. he was confused, but he refused to leave your side.

"oh god ekko you still stand like a little boy. grow a spine, little man." she was clearly enjoying seeing both of you squirm around, still trying to understand what was going on and looking around with alarmed eyes.

"don't be scared little man, no one's gonna hurt your little girlfriend." with this, vi started to walk again, not waiting for both of you to either answer nor start walking again. you shared a confused look with ekko for a split second, right before ekko grunts and starts walking again, but you swear that you saw his hand twitching with embarrassment.

after an awkward walk -super amusing for vi- you arrive in front of a metal door, you see another group a firelights hanging out around the specific door. they rise up as soon as they see ekko and put their hands on the circular handle of the door. but they stop, eyeing you for a moment. if it was your first few days here, the feeling in their eyes would be that of annoyance, suspicion even. but they seem worried, maybe guilty too, they refuse to meet your eye and just keep fidgeting with the door. ekko seems to take up this bizarre action after a while of standing there.

"you stay. for real this time." he gives you an assuring look before giving a signal to the taller fireflight again. vi eyes you both for the 100th time this evening, mouthing the word 'adorable' while looking directly at you. they get inside the small bunker, you put your back to the wall. unable to hold back your curiosity, you try to hear them through the wall. ekko sits at the door while vi talks with the firelights. you can't admit it, but you envy her a lot, how comfortable she is around this place already, even though you're almost sure she hasn't been here for a long time. you envy how she can talk so comfortably with ekko, how she can hug ekko, how vi seems to tease ekko without any consequence. it hits you there and then, you are falling in love with ekko. its a goose bumpish feeling, you're feeling warm all over your body but your heart breaks even more with every passing second thinking that you two are never meant to be. oil and water, uppsider and downsider. star-crossed lovers, written tragedy by destiny.

you get scared by an object hitting the ground harshly, followed by a small kid rushing out of the room. you hear ekko talking, but the sound comes from so far away now. there's a huge gap between the two of you that you will never be able to fill. you're only about 50 cm away from him but his features are already impossible to see from the tears forming in your eyes. you have been hopeful until now, no, you KNEW caitlyn would come to find you, that's who she was. but at this point, do you even want her to? or is it better for you to go back to piltover and continue living your silly little lavish life as if you've never fallen in love with a boy that had his whole life taken from him because of you, your people? you never asked for this, you didn't ask for ekko to put you down here, you didn't ask for him to treat you so nicely even though you were exactly the type of person he hated the most. arrogant, thinks she's the center of the world, a narrow-minded fool who only took his politeness for something more?

"you alright there?" vi whispers softly. you see her standing near ekko now, it seems she stopped talking to whoever was inside for a second to take a look at you. you could see the concern in her eyes, but ekko looks still preoccupied with what is happening in there. you slowly shake your head as a 'no'. she looks at ekko again for a moment, opens her mouth but doesn't say anything. she looks defeated, and still respects your boundaries.

"you get a pass back topside, that's it. let's go" ekko gets up with a huff, without looking back at you, he starts walking to the same firelights that opened the door for you three. you try to compose yourself, the last thing you want to do is be more of a burden to them. taking deep breaths you start walking, just as you get to the heavy metal door, you see a woman struggling to walk normally, clearly tired from being bound up for so long. as you start getting your thought on a track, you start seeing better, and the first view that hits you is a bunch of purpleness just popping out into the view. you smile knowingly with all the power left in you, that's your cait. she did come for you! and in one piece. but then, why are you not happy? you spend your first few days here praying that caitlyn comes to you as fast as she can safely, but now the only thing you want to do is stay here.

you didn't have a chance to visit the black markets of zaun yet! ekko promised that you would find many of piltover's creations there for even cheaper prices, 'just like how i found myself a piltie, plus for free.' as he said. he would treat you to a "bilge-wateresque" food feast at jericho's. you have to inhale the toxins to have a good time, "that's the zaun way, baby!"

caitlyn didn't have the time to process what was going on before your legs gave up on you, you could see vi was helping caitlyn walk away, clearly worried. it warmed your heart, your stubborn yet outspoken of a sister was finally able to trust someone other than herself. but as you started falling onwards, ekko was the first one to reach out to you with a surprised expression, breaking your heart even more.

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