#mylo and claggor my sweet boys

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

snobby piltover councilors: our wealthy friends are scared!!! theSE CULPRITS MUST BE CAUGHT!!!!!!

the culprits in question:

[archangeldyke-all]

Domestic!Sevika having possessive and very horny sex with Reader because she’s the mother of her children and she just loves her to death and is so happy they have a family together?🫶🏽

as much as i don't want kids i'm such a sucker for sweet domestic girldad sevika requests <3

men and minors dni

it's jinx's birthday. born smack dab in the middle of summer, it's been tradition for her birthday to be celebrated with a huge barbecue party in silco's backyard-- slip n slides and inflatable pools out for the kids, and cold drinks out for the adults. it's always a great time.

little fucker, only four years old, is jinx's favorite thing in the world. the feeling is mutual-- your daughter adores jinx, always asking when she can see the pre-teen next.

right now jinx is running around the back yard, your daughter hanging on her back, both of them armed with water guns as they scream and laugh and dodge water balloons the boys are lobbing at them.

jinx is pretty slowed down with little fucker clinging to her, but violet's taken it upon herself to defend her sister and her god-sister, escorting them behind the pool before throwing a bucket of water on claggor, mylo and ekko. they all squeal.

all the kids are laughing, but you can hear your daughter's loudest of all, and your heart swells.

beside you, sevika nudges you. you look over at her, sprawled out in the lawn chair beside yours, and she grins.

"what're you smiling about?" she asks, handing you another drink.

"our kid." you say, gesturing to your daughter where she's trying to throw a waterballoon at violet.

she's still too small to put much force behind her throw, and it bounces off of violet's stomach and onto the concrete where it pops. violet laughs, and your daughter pouts, then turns to look at you and sevika, tears in her eyes. you both coo.

she comes running over, a worried violet following after her, and she launches herself into your arms, muffling her cries into your shoulder. you start stroking her back.

"i'm sorry!" violet says, cringing. you laugh and wave at her.

"not your fault, right baby?" you ask your daughter. she cries but nods into your shoulder. "she's not upset at you. she just gets frustrated."

"wanna be strong!" she cries. "'s no fair!"

beside you, sevika snorts a laugh, reaching over to ruffle her hair.

"you will be!" violet promises your kid. "you're only four!"

"i wanna be twelve!" she whines.

"w-why twelve?"

"it's when sevika promised she'll start training her."

"in boxing? but aunt sev-- you started training me when i was--" you both glare at violet and she trails off, blinking. "uh. i mean. they didn't let me start until i was twelve, too." she says. you nod and mouth a 'thank you' to violet.

sevika had violet in the ring by the time she was ten. but now that it's her own kid-- sevika gets nauseous at the thought of her baby maybe, someday, potentially getting hit.

"see kid? rules are rules." sevika says. your daughter huffs.

"c'mon, i'll teach you some moves right now, kid." she promises, holding her hand out for your daughter. she gasps.

"really?!" she asks. violet laughs and sevika groans.

"yeah, hurry up though, or your mom's gonna try 'n tackle me." she says, giggling at sevika's angry expression. your daughter squeals, her tears forgotten as she launches herself out of your lap and takes violet's hand, before the two of them take off across the yard.

"if you hurt my fucking kid vi--"

"i got it aunt sev, relax!" she laughs.

sevika huffs and you reach out to hold her hand. she looks over at you, her worry melting as she clinks her glass against yours. you both take a sip, sighing as you relax in your chairs.

"do you know how fucking hot you are?" she asks.

"you've been a lightweight since we had a kid." you say, chuckling.

"fuck off, i'm serious." sevika says. you giggle.

"i didn't say you weren't!" you say. "i'm just saying you usually don't tell me those kinds of things in public unless you're drunk."

sevika pouts. "i guess i need to change that, huh?" you giggle.

"no, please don't, we'll never be able to get anything done if you're constantly letting your mouth run."

"oh, so this is doing something for you?" she teases, squeezing your hand. you shrug, biting back your smile.

"what if it was?"

"if it was, then i'd tell you that i felt my dick twitch a bit when you came out of the bedroom wearing this today." she murmurs her fingers playing with the flouncy hem of your sundress. you bite your lip even harder-- you wore it for her.

"yeah?"

"i'd tell you that i've had a half chub since we got here, and that watching you bein' such a good mom just makes me wanna give you more kids." she whispers, her breath tickling your ear.

you shiver in your seat, clenching your thighs together. sevika smirks at the obvious sign of your arousal, and you take a big sip of your drink, licking your lips and trying to collect yourself as she eyes you.

for a moment, you just look at one another, locked in a lust-fueled staring competition.

the kids are laughing and splashing in the pool, benzo and vander are arguing over the grill, silco's talking to some of his neighbors across the fence, dogs are barking down the street and crickets are chirping-- but you can barely hear them over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

sevika's hand is slowly creeping up your thigh, the hem of your skirt rising higher and higher. you bite your lip and spread your thighs just an inch, and sevika grins.

a scream brings you both back to reality. you pull away from each other, looking over at the kids where jinx is being thrown into the pool. you sigh, and sevika huffs, and before you know what's happening she's tugging you out of your chair by the wrist and dragging you inside the house.

you're giggling and squealing as sevika runs in front of you, pulling you through the kitchen, down the hall, and into the spare bedroom where she slams the door shut behind her.

"s-sevika!" you screech as she slams your body onto the bed. she grins as she crawls on top of you.

"god i love you." she says. "can't believe you're mine. fuck i'm so lucky."

you're tearing at her clothes, tugging on her khaki shorts and shoving her muscle tee up her abdomen. she laughs as she helps you strip her, throwing her clothes behind her shoulder until she's naked on top of you.

well, naked except her tented boxers, already stained with a wet spot. you lick your lips.

"your turn." she says. you smirk and shake your head no, grabbing her hands. "no?" she asks.

"flip over." you demand. sevika grins.

"yeah?"

you nod. sevika tumbles off of you, laying flat on the bed beside you, tugging at your hips as you straddle her waist. you grin. "keep your hands here." you say, squeezing her hands with yours. she nods.

first, you slide the straps of your dress off, pulling it down over your tits, and sevika groans as they're revealed to her.

then, you reach under your skirt, pulling sevika's dick out of her boxers, and sinking down until you're grinding against it.

sevika's eyes bug out her head and she groans.

"f-fuck!" she cries. "you're not--"

"i'm not what?" you tease her, continuing to grind against her. your cunt is hot and wet, your lips parted on either side of her cock, your clit nudging her head with each of your thrusts.

"where're your panties?" she whines. you smile.

"didn't wanna wear any today." you say, shrugging. sevika gulps.

"oh my god-- this was a set up! y-you've been trying to get me fuck you all day!" sevika accuses. you laugh.

"are you mad?"

"i'm honored." she sighs. you giggle.

"remember when jinx turned five? before we had the rugrat?" you ask. sevika nods.

"wonder if this is the same bedspread." sevika giggles, one of her hands coming down to claw at the blanket beneath her. you grin.

"it's not, that one was green. you had my face pressed to that thing for forty minutes-- i remember it very well." you say. sevika laughs.

sevika's head catches on your hole, and you both whine. she tries to buck up into you and you reach down between your legs to help guide her inside of you.

"oh fuck, baby!" she whines. you giggle.

"feels good?" you ask, planting your hands on her tits as you start to slowly rock back and forth on top of her. she shudders.

"oh my god i'm gonna give you twins." sevika mumbles, staring at the ceiling in awe. you giggle, then lean forward to plant your lips on hers. she hums against you. with each rock of your hips, she lets out a sweet 'mm, mm, mm' sound in her throat.

you pull away from her mouth, gasping for air, and she stares up at you with stars in her eyes.

"i love you so fucking much." you say, stroking her cheek. sevika's hands claw at your hips as she tries to thrust up into you, your pace quickening.

"i love you too." she whines as she leans up, sucking your swaying tits into her mouth. you shudder.

the sound of slapping with each of your thrusts start to echo in the room. sevika's sucking on your tits while she bounces you on her cock, and you whimper.

"w-wore this just for you." you admit. sevika groans. "glad you like it."

"love it. love anything you wear. fuck-- but your tits sit so pretty in this one."

"'s your favorite color." sevika whines.

"fuck, fuck, yeah it is."

"you know why?" you ask. sevika's close, you can tell. her abs are twitching, her thighs are shaking, and her feet keep slipping out beneath her where she tries to get some traction on the sheets to thrust up into you.

"w-why?"

"'cause i'm yours baby. i'm all yours."

"fuck-- mine." she grunts. you nod down at her, your noses bumping. you reach back, tapping her hands still clutching at your hips.

"touch me. however you want-- whatever you need-- just cum deep inside this pussy 'n claim it, honey."

sevika growls, and with your permission, she shoves your shoulders, pins you to the bed beneath her, and spreads your legs out wide. your dress is bunched around your waist now, tits and cunt both on full display, and sevika smirks, spits on your clit, then starts hammering you.

each thrust is accompanied with a 'mine' from between her lips. sometimes, it's a 'my love', sometimes it's a 'my wife,' and when you tug her hair it's a howl and a 'the mother of my fucking children.'

when she bites your shoulder, you squeal, shakily trying to cover your mouth with your hands. sevika beats you to the punch, leaning down and shoving her tongue down your throat to muffle your cries.

you claw at her ass, and sevika pulls away from your mouth with a low, husky moan as her hips still, pressed right against you.

you never get tired of the way it feels for sevika to cum inside of you. the way she fills you so with warmth-- the way her dick twitches and jumps, the way she tries to grind closer and closer against you, until she collapses on top of you and her cum slowly trickles out of you.

oh fuck. you think as sevika grunts and slumps on top of you. you shove her shoulder. "shit-- sev." you say. she hums against you. "sev, you can't-- i don't wanna stain this dress but i don't have any panties, you gotta get up so i can--" sevika cuts you off with a kiss.

"lemme clean you up." she says. you whine.

"f-fuck, yes please."

sevika grins, her hand coming up to gently toy with your clit as she looks between your bodies. you groan.

"quit it! the second you pull out it's gonna be a mess and--"

you gasp as all at once sevika pulls out and ducks down between your legs, shoving her tongue back inside of your clenching hole. you groan.

"oh fuck!" you laugh. sevika grins at you, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.

she eagerly eats her cum out of you, moaning at the taste of her and the taste of you combined. she's not being effective in cleaning her mess-- if anything she's making it worse-- but with the way her tongue is pushing against your g-spot, you can't find it in you to care.

"fuck, i love you." you sigh. sevika whimpers. "i love you so much baby. you take such good fucking care of me-- you're so good with our girl-- you're perfect, honey." you say.

sevika's eyes are closed shut, a furrow between her brows. if her mouth wasn't busy, she'd be scoffing at your praises. but you've found that she's better at taking compliments when she's got her mouth full.

you reach down to trace the little wrinkle and she relaxes, blinking her eyes back open to look up at you. you smile at her.

"you're perfect." you repeat. sevika nods, her nose grinding against your clit. you shudder. "so perfect baby. gonna make me cum-- fuck, keep going." you cry. sevika reaches up to grope your tits, sinking her fingernails in the tender flesh. you groan. "my perfect wife." you sigh. sevika shivers beneath you, and you smirk, tugging on her hair.

"mine, huh?" you ask. sevika nods against you.

"mmhm." she moans.

"my wife. my baby. my lover." you whine. your thighs start to tremble and sevika's eyes are hopeful sparkling as she blinks up at you. "all mine-- a-all mine."

sevika moans again, and the vibration of her voice against your clit is what ends up tipping you over the edge.

you gasp, and before you can scream in pleasure, sevika's smacking her hand over your mouth, muffling your cries.

she doesn't let up on your cunt until you're shivering and pushing her away from you, and when she finially rises to hover above you, she's grinning.

her face is covered in a mixture of yours and her cum and her spit. her hair is a mess. you're no better-- you've got claw marks on the tops of your tits and a bite mark in your shoulder. sevika laughs down at you as you smile up at her.

"i love you." she sighs. you smile.

"i love you too." you say. she presses her lips to yours and then rises, pulling a wad of tissues out of a box on the bedside table before she gently cleans your thighs and cunt for you.

you help her redress and she helps you-- tucking your tits back into your dress and straightening your straps for you.

as you straighten out the bed spread, sevika smacks your ass.

as she leaves the bedroom, you smack hers in revenge.

you're both giggling, hand in hand as you leave the house and enter the heat of the summer again.

nobody seems to have noticed you were missing. the kids are having blast-- splashing in the pool. little fucker's sitting on claggor's shoulders, controlling him with her hands gripped in his hair.

you settle back into your lawn chairs, your abandoned drinks are warm now but still refreshing after the little work out you've just had.

sevika wraps her arm around your shoulder, and you sink into her side. the smell of cooking meat is floating across the yard, laughter and music and chatter surrounding you. you sigh in satisfaction against your wife, and she presses a kiss to your head.

(later in the night, when the kids have all slumped to sleep in the living room and the adults are gathered around table reminiscing and smoking and drinking, silco calls you out about the new bite mark you've acquired since the party started. you just shrug, smiling as sevika tries to hide her embarrassed face against your shoulder.)

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[cauldron-of-oddities]

Ekko making jewelry out of his owl feathers as presents for his 'pretty bird'

May turn into a drabble at some point as I seem terribly prone to that. 

@youmaycallmeyourhighness hope you enjoy these little headcanons.

Jewellery for his pretty bird 

He gets the idea when she's about to turn 13

He’s in half a panic, yeah sure she always seems happy with the gifts he finds for her, but this year has to be special. 

Usually, he would get her some really nice materials to work with or a pretty stone or two. Now, that's not enough. 

He remembers how enamoured she seemed with his feathers and decides to combine the two.

He's a full year ahead of her and so has had his first moult. His mother nabs a feather and gets a bit mushy about her boy growing up. His dad joins in, and Ekko is horribly embarrassed, but he likes people happy, especially his family and friends, so, ok, yeah, he can deal with his parents cooing over him. 

"Such a handsome boy you are”

His father teased him, soon he'd fly the nest, and he'd charm all the girls with that pretty plumage. 

“Hush you, there's only one girl.”

"Mom! She's my friend”

“You didn't need to ask who we meant, though.” his father chortled. 

When she comes by Benzo's shop to ask for some replacement parts for the taps. He's busy trying to get a stubborn wing feather out, and his beak is not doing the trick. Her long fingers pluck it out gently. 

Shyly she asks if she can keep it. It's gorgeous and a soft sort of smoothness to it, and she keeps running her fingers over it and against her cheeks, zoning out for a bit as she gets lost in the feeling. So he knows she likes his feathers.

He also knows touch grounds her, so he figures it can be a stress reliever, so something she can fiddle with and keep with her. 

His first attempts at making a piece didn't go well. He breaks multiple feathers. The stem of the feather is definitely not like metal. 

He makes 3 pieces eventually that year.

An earring set with a shiny cog blue beads and a long flight feather for her birthday.

A bracelet with little fluffy feathers, this one is made of string that looks like a mini boa is wrapped around her wrist. Makes it for her first moult. He asks if he can have some of her feathers. 

The third is a necklace. In an echo of the earrings, he alternates some of his smaler feathers and hers alternating with little cogs. This one he has not given yet because the implications are very clear.

He's secretly thrilled that he's with her in some form most of the time. 

She wears the earrings often, and it soon becomes her lucky charm. 

Vi thinks it's adorable and ribs her sister good naturedly. 

Vander just lets out a chuckle “kids” “It suits you, Powder. That's quite the special gift.” Is all he says but does raise his eyebrow at Ekko. 

Mylo teases her mercilessly “Can't be without your knight in shiny feathers, eh?” 

Claggor thinks it's sweet and wonders if he should keep some of his more colourful feathers for the future. 

Mylo stole them once, when she was ignoring him, and as a bit of revenge for the challenge race, she beat him in. He knew it would get a rise out of her. It does so spectacularly. It sends feathers flying. Yeah, it's not pretty. The awkward little Powder has it in her to be a right terrifying hellion.  

[claggorstuff]

The most unbreakable of spells... part one. ★

Arcane x reader

As i walked around the train looking for a spot to sit, i noticed him.. his burly frame and brown fluffy hair, his encapturing brown eyes and defined cheekbones, it was only a glance but it was breathtaking... so much so i literally choked on a piece of my lolly and fell over

"Woah! You okay cutie?" I turned to see his disastrous companion.. spikey haired and green eyed with a much more skeleton-like frame... i scowled, "I'm fine. Thanks for asking.. nice halloween costume what are you a muggle?" Thats when i heard the bigger boys chuckle

"No, hes an idiot is what he is." I giggled and the skinny boy grunted backing off, it was my first year and seemed to be theirs too, there was a quieter short haired tom-boy looking girl... who seemed distracted with what was out the window... "oh uh... my names y/n...! Its my first year what about you guys?" I said sitting down right next to the burly boy, holding a irregularly small owl on his arm

"vi. Mylo. Claggor." The girl gestured to herself and the other two boys in order "in other words moody, AWESOME, and tank." Mylo exclaimed cocking his head to the side and smirking, claggor scoffed "nice to meet ya y/n." he gripped my hand firmly and shook it, I couldnt help but admire his features up close as he awkwardly smiled, breaking the eye contact... wait I was staring like a creep wasnt I.

"So y/n, where ya from?" I paused to think.. "where are you from is the question." He looked at me confused, "uhm.. the undercity."

"London."

"The fancy british place?"

"Thats.. thats england."

"I meant the.. town.."

"London isnt a town."

"What is london?"

"A city."

"With fancy british peo-"

"MYLO!" Claggor had cut him off annoyed, he quickly shut up.. unlike me they didnt seem to have any sort of accent.. most likely north american, but one seemed to have darker tan skin, mylo, so i cant quite assume with him.. and claggor resembled something like a viking.. are they scottish maybe? "You guys aren't from around here.." vi scowled "no. We arent. But thats none of your damn buisness."

"Sorry.. Sorry.." I got my toad out of his little terrarium and smiled patting his head, pulling a cricket from a little jar of potion ingredients, claggor leaned over my shoulder smiling at peter, my toads name, I saw his gentle smile and my heart pounded in my chest.. I yelped when he set his hand on mine trying to pet the toad and he yelped back

"O-Oh uh.. I-I'm sorry was that weird orrr-?"

"No No you just spooked me! Its all good claggor, all good."

"Cool.. Cool.."

"AGGHH!! I SEE IT I SEE THE SCHOOL!" mylo piped up pointing out the window howling, I smiled and half crawled onto claggors leg to see it better, until the train hit a bump knocking me down, mylo laughed like a hyena and claggor helped me up chuckling.. the train soon stopped and we ventured out, I stayed with my newfound friends sitting down at the dining hall as mylo ate like he hadnt seen food in years, claggor picked carefully, he may have been big but he seems to have a very healthy diet.

"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS! I WELCOME YOU TO HOGWARTS! THE BEST SCHOOL FOR WITCHES AND WIZARDS AROUND!" The old man stood at the front and laughed "Oh im just joking with you all.. soon each of you will be called to be sorted into houses hufflepuff, ravenclaw, gryffindor, or slytherin!" I scowled "sweet mother mary of christ ALL of us?! Thats so impractical cant it be like.. we get sent to our dormatorys right after being called or somethint theres over a hundred students in this school!"

"Tell me about it, vander, our dad said it took him hours to get to the gryffindor dorms.." vi chirped opening up a bit, she didnt seem so bad when she was.. well.. not spitting venom at me.

"Alright everyone pipe down.. first up, Claggor Benant!" I stared as he stood up and walked over sitting down and having the hat placed on his head, Benant.. huh, cute name for a cute- wait what... well hes cute yes but- "hufflepuff!" He smiled and walked back to the table highfiving us all, I looked dazed from my previous thought and he ruffled my hair, soon after his siblings were called vi and mylo, despite mylos bothersome attitude he was placed into gryffindor with his sister, I guess its what he really really wanted, I'd wanna stick to my siblings too if i had any that go here.. I soon got called up

"Hm.. stop with yer racing mind im trying to read you.. eh, ravenclaw."

"RAVENCLAWW!!" The elderly man announced, I sat with the others of my house quite disappointed I couldnt sit with claggor, he waved goodbye as did the rest as we were lead to our dorms, I slumped into bed tired when a boy knocked at my window.. IS HE ON THE LEDGE OF THE FUCKING BUILDING?!

He knocked again, I opened it whisper-shouting in shock

"What are you doing here?!"

"Came to see ya y/n, not too unfarmiliar with scaling buildings."

"WHY WOULD YOU BE FARMILIAR WITH THAT?!"

"...cuz. stuff."

"...youre fucking insane."

He finally climbed in laying down on my bed with a light chuckle "insane in the membrane, insane in the brain." I scoffed "how did you even know-?!" He shrugged "I dunno, windows are pretty see-through to me." I held back a giggle "w-well thats verry verrrry funny."

"I know, its actually hilarious."

"Oh shut your mouth!" I whacked him with my pillow giggling, what is up with this guy? He picked me up with ease as i squealed and thrashed "damn woman what are you a horse?!"

"No but im about to buck your teeth out!"

"No damn way!" He tossed me up and I landed next to him, turning to my side.. I whispered "you're cute... CRAZY! YOU'RE CRAZY!" ...silence... "how long did it take u to process that, seriously."

"A bajillion years, dont take that in a romantic way you..hmph, I wont waste my breathe."

"You already wasted it choking on a Lollipop on a train."

"Oh shut it!" I snorted and he gave me a funky look, dammit! Why do I laugh like that.. I laid on my other side facing opposite to him, "staying the night benant?"

"Nobody calls me claggor benant, not anymore."

"What, you got an emo backstory benant?"

"Cut it out."

"...noted.." dammit I screwed up! He sighed and put an arm around me, making my heart skip several beats "I've never slept alone and the ravenclaw dorms are the closest ones. Hope you dont mind y/n.."

"Not at all. Its all good.." he nuzzled the pillow and I shut my eyes, setting my hand on his embracing his warmth, as my blood bolted to my face with each sleeping movement he made.. I eventually fell asleep nuzzled close to him.

End of part one ★

[varibean]

i'd love to see you livecomment while watch arcana bc it's my fav show of all time

i'm at episode 4 right now but so far my thoughts on the first few episodes

-powder is baby, a very good baby

-also love claggor, we love a big boy with goggles and mylo is great

-*moments later* I Have Unfortunate News About Claggor And Mylo

-i like how you can really see the trauma powder is going through before she's officially become Jinx. even if none of this other stuff had happened with her family's deaths, you can tell that she would've grown up to be somewhat similar to Jinx either way

-also her naming her lil gadgets is very cute and i love her!

-thought viktor was going to be an asshole when he first came on the scene and i'm sorry that i judged a man by his accent, because he's so sweet

-i have a bad feeling that jayce is going to like, push viktor aside or something like i actually haven't seen many spoilers for viktor and jayce i just know enough stories like this to know there's going to be some kind of falling out

-just started episode four and we finally get some caitlyn! i like her so far, no big opinions on her

-and i like Vi too, we love a sibling relationship

-i do like how she never really left powder? like she saw that she hurt her sister and i read it more like...she wasn't leaving powder. she just hit her sister and regretted it and realized she wasn't in an emotionally stable position to comfort her, so she walked off to cool down. yeah it sucked that powder was crying out for her and couldn't see her, but she always had sights on powder. she was just taking a moment to herself, just a few yards away from her.

-i know silco is an asshole but i thought he was gonna be a different kind of asshole. love how he is with jinx. she ruins one of their biggest trades and he's just looks at his workers and is like "Ok? Clean it up, she's baby?"

-i also thought that lil ekko was going to be in the first half more? he just had a few appearances :c

[evelestrange]

i'd miss you

my arcane masterlist

┊pairing: Vi x fem!reader

┊warnings: fighting, blood, injuries, swearing

┊wordcount: 1.6k

┊genre: angst(?) hurt/comfort

┊summary: After the kids conducted the raid in Piltover, the brawl brings out emotions neither of the girls thought they could have anymore.

┊notes: assuming Vi is around 16-19 in act one, her and the reader are in a friends with benefits situationship. nothing is established and there are (supposedly) no strings attached.

Vi landed on top of you with a thud. You groaned as you weakly attempted to push her off.

"Vi~ move!" Your voice was muffled by her muscle as she rolled off from on top of you. "Sorry, Sweets," she remorsefully spoke.

"Thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this," Mylo complained.

"Well, this times the last time," Vi assured.

"Guys, what was that? What the hell happened back there?" The four older teens looked over to the smallest one knowingly.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything," Powder defended.

"You could fill a damn library with all the things you didn't do," Mylo sassed sarcastically.

"Guys, we just emptied a Piltover penthouse right under the enforcers noses. So, if you're done beating yourselves up, let's get this home." Vi threw the heavy backpack over her shoulder, going down the shaft to the trap door above them that leads to the streets of The Lanes.

The door creaked as it opened, clattering to the ground as Vi jumped through the opening, pulling Powder up through the door. Mylo gave you a boost as Claggors passed the bag to Vi, the leader taking it on her back as they started their tread home.

The group took their strides quietly as to not draw any unwanted attention. Claggor and Mylo playfully showed each other, the latter chuckling in amusement.

That didn't work out in their favor.

"Nice haul?" A blonde boy resting himself atop a sideways trashcan questioned.

"You could say that." Mylo slyly responded.

"I heard there was some action across the river." You sighed as you listened to Deckard antagonize your friends. "Someone uh, someone really kicked the nest, huh?" He flipped the coin in his hand.

"Is that so?"

You reached out your hand, holding onto Vi's wrist as you tugged slightly. "He's not worth it, let's just go home," you muttered as your grip got a bit tighter. Vi looked down at you, a small nod given. The pinkette turned around, ready to keep walking but stopped in her tracks as two more males were blocking the road.

Vi's hand wrapped around your wrist on instinct, pushing you ever so slightly behind her as she gave the boys a look.

Deckard snickered, getting up from his spot to approach the group. "But now you're, you're tracking this mess of yours through my streets." You sharply inhaled, knowing this would top the girl beside you off the edge.

"Your streets? What makes you think-" the girl was cut off by Claggors, attempting the peace-make. "Listen, we don't want any trouble, okay?" as he stepped in front of Vi to face the blond.

"Hear that, Deckard? They don't want any trouble?" A man with a buzzcut spoke sarcastically.

"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you." You glared at him through narrowed eyes as he continued to speak. "There's no reason this has to get ugly. How about you-" he strived towards you and Vi. "-share a little taste of your treasure there, and we'll call it even?" He reasoned.

"No, no, no. We worked too hard to-" Vi cut off Mylo's refusal, putting a hand on his shoulder as she let go of you to step to Deckard. The bag dropped from her back to her fingertips as she looked him in the eye.

"Just a taste?" She confirmed.

"Vi, you can't seriously be considering-"

"Just a-" Both sentences were cut off by the mans yelp of pain as Violet slammed the bag into his cheekbone, sending him tumbling into the road. Using Deckard's incompetence to her advantage, Vi threw the bag to Powder, hitting her square in the chest as you and the boys put up their fists. Deckard grunted as he pushed himself off the ground.

The boy with the buzzcut charged for you, Mylo smashing into him but being too light to over power him and ended up under him on the floor.

Claggors was handling two of them. You made the decision to take one on, using the momentum of your sprint to jump in the air and knee him in the face, rolling your body as you fell.

Your feet planted into the ground as you got up, your fists level with your face to block any alternative hits. As you were dodging a punch, he kicked you in the side, send you towards the ground as you yelled in pain.

"Y/N!" Powder seemed to scream your name when she saw you get slammed into the brick wall.

Vi immediately turned her head to see what happened, only for Deckard to run his fist across her cheekbone, her teeth cutting into her tongue as she bled from her mouth.

You were down for the count as your eyelids dropped and your head lolled to the side. No one had the opportunity to notice as they were still brawling.

Claggors threw a blond boy across the acre, landing directly in front of Powder. The small girl jumped up and began sprinting down the alleyway with him hot on her trail.

No one having the opportunity to notice, once again.

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You winced as something sharp prodded against the side of your neck. You opened your eyes to see Mylo, Claggors and Vi facing you with angry and worried expressions.

Only then did you notice the hand around your wrists preventing your movement. You struggled, wiggling and thrashing, trying to get out of Deckard's hold. Vi shook her head, meeting your eyes.

'Cut it out,' she seemed to say.

The makeshift dagger pressed further into your neck, a thin trail of blood flowing down your neck to your collarbone.

You winced and Vi made a step towards Deckard nodding her head in the direction of the blade.

"You wanna see how that ends?" Her voice was mocking and condescending with a raised brow as she looked the blond directly in the eye. The boy behind you gulped, pushing you into Vi as he turned and ran away with his tail between his legs.

Vi wrapped her arms around you, crouching and lowering you between her knees as her breathing picked up.

"Shit, babe, Y/n, I- I'm so sorry for letting this happen," she stuttered. The frantic girl quickly unwrapped the bandage on her right hand, securely wrapping it around your neck as she lifted you to your feet.

"Shut the fuck up and let's go home, yeah?" You gave her a reassuring smile, leaning some of your weight onto her side as her arm was wrapped around your midsection. A small but genuine smile came through her expression as she turned to Mylo and Claggors, who were both watching you closely, wondering what their next move would be.

"Powder knows her way home, we'll just head there until we hear word," Violet sighed.

"Of-Fucking-Course."

"Mylo, just shut up."

"Got it."

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Violet set you down on the basement couch, sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Her icy blue's met your gaze, concerned and quilt apparent in her expression.

"What hurt's?" She questioned.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." You brushed her off as you pushed yourself off the couch, strangling a wince as you sat back down.

"Cut the shit and tell me what's hurting before I rip your clothes off and figure it out for myself."

Usually when she spoke like that she had a smirk present on her face, when you saw the absence of such you sighed and shuddered as you gestured to your ribs.

"Alright, let's go to our room, you have to take your shirt off so I can wrap them."

"Yes, father." The girl glared at your play on words as she pulled you to your feet and aided you to the girls' bedroom.

You hissed as her fingers brushed your ribcage, bringing your shirt over your head with a quiet apology. Vi took the roll of bandages, circling them around your torso, being careful not to pull too tight on the fabric as to not hurt you further.

"Don't pull that shit again, you hear me?" Her voice shook slightly towards the end of her command.

"Pull what?"

"I could've lost you, damnit!" She slammed her fist on the end table, causing you to flinch at the sudden noise. Her face flooded with guint as she grabbed your hand.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-" she sighed. Your other hand covered the one holding yours.

"I can't lose someone else."

"You won't lose me, Vi."

"But I could, and that scares the shit out of me," she admitted. Vi crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet. She pressed her forehead against yours, closing her eyes and breathing you in.

"I didn't think I'd ever be scared like that again. Not after what happened to my parents." She shook as she took in a deep breath. You took your hand off hers, her hand squeezing the one she held. You brought your hand to the side of her face, brushing your fingers against her cheek and she laced her digits through yours

"I didn't know you cared so much," your laugh was light as you nudged her forehead with yours. She smiled as she reciprocated the action.

"I'd miss you, babe."

"I love you, so much." A tear fell onto your interlaced hands, getting lost between your fingers. "I-I can't handle the thought of-" you cut her off with your lips brushing against hers, giving her the option to pull away if she wished. Her eyes shot open, time stopping for a moment as she processed the action.

One moment led to another as she let go of your hand, bringing hers to the back of your neck and letting her lips crash against your own, in a sweet but desperate kiss.

You broke away from her, Vi sending you a confused look with her magenta eyebrows furrowing in exasperation. You chuckled, bringing your finger to smooth the lines.

"I love you more. More than you could ever imagine."

"As if," she retaliated as she brought you down to her lips once again.

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Care and Feeding of Little Sisters (Part Two)

Sickness in Zaun was, generally, Kind of a Big Deal. Doctors were hard to find, medicine was hard to come by, and a small cut or cold could get infected or worsen rapidly.

Vi herself had pneumonia as a kid, nearly died from it. She didn't really remember it; just had flashes, dream-like memories between the fever and the coughing and the restless, nightmare riddled sleep. You had to be careful. You had to be aware. Still, it was also a rough life, and injuries and sickness did happen. It wasn't always the end of the world, and Vander had once spouted, in all his wisdom, that you weren't a parent (or a big sister, Vi,) until you'd been puked on at least once. Vi's most vivid (sadly) memory of this was the very first time Powder decided she wanted to stay awake as long as the older kids in the pack. She couldn't even really remember why, or what was going on, or why the hell she'd agreed; but Powder had loaded up on every hidden sweet and sugary treat she had squirreled away.

Vi had always known Powder was a little packrat that way, but never realized how bad it was until her sister was practically vibrating through the roof. Vaguely concerned, mostly amused, she'd watched Powder bounce from one interest to the other, chattering a million miles a minute, and told Mylo (twice) to stop throwing a ball for her to chase. Just because she was a hyperactive puppy- just because it was sort of funny how easily amused she was- did not mean that it was ok. By the end of the night, Powder had still passed out before the rest of them, and Vi sat, legs curled under her, on the couch; one hand absently threaded through Powder's hair, the other propping up her chin as she listened to Mylo talk, contentedly sleepy and warm and peaceful. Her boys were good, she could hear Vander whistling to himself in the front, and Powder was a happy kitten, a heavy warm weight against her with a little smile on her face. "Guys." Vander's voice, drifting to them through the left-open door, "head on to bed, huh? Early start tomorrow." "'K." She stretched, yawned, pushed a hand through her hair. "You heard him, boys." She made a 'shoo' motion with one hand, turning away from where they were picking themselves up to consider how to do this. Eventually, she decided the best way would be just to bridal carry her sister. "Powpow." She warned, gently, before shifting to lift Powder into her lap. "C'mon, let's go to bed." "Mmmffff'i." Came the reply, which was maybe supposed to be her name? Vi chuckled as Powder wrapped her arms around her big sister's neck, chin on her shoulder. She started up the steps, out of the room, to head towards their rooms; she was halfway there, just behind Claggor, when Powder made a noise like a whump with a hairball. "Pow?" She paused, confused and concerned. "Everything ok?" Claggor turned, halfway, to glance back at them; but Vi only had eyes for Powder, who had made the noise again, her stomach convulsing. "I- don't- something's wrong with Pow-" That was as far as she got before her little sister's eyes snapped open and she retched. It happened in slow-motion, and it happened in a heartbeat, all at the same time. She saw what was about to occur but could do nothing to stop it. Horror filled Mylo's eyes. Claggor jumped backwards. Powder exploded. Vomit spilled down Vi's back, over her shoulder, splattered the stairs and ground at her feet, soaked into her pants. Vi, even at fourteen, was tall and broad, and Powder was high enough in the air for it to splatter, covering poor Claggor, the wall, the railing. It got in Vi's hair, on her face, on her arms. "Oh my God!" Mylo yelped, half-laughing, half horrified, his eyes taking up his entire face. "That's like her entire body weight-" "Not helping, Mylo!" Vi's voice did not hit an octave that was more suited to Powder. She did not squeak, her voice did not break, and she did not scream when Powder erupted a second time, covering her in fresh puke. "Where did she get more?-" "Mylo!! Get Vander!" The scrawny little rat of a boy raced off to do just that, and Claggor, hands groping vainly, finally spoke. "Put her down, Vi-" But Powder tightened her grip as Round Three rang in, sobbing. "No! No, don't wanna, Vi, Vi-" "Shhh, shhh, I've got you, I'm not letting go-" She was going to puke. She was going to puke and then they'd just be in this Puke Cycle and they'd be trapped down here, forever, vomiting on each other until someone drowned- "I can't. Besides, it'll just get everywhere else if I move heeeeerrrr oh my God oh my God oh my God-" She took shallow, harsh breaths, screwing her eyes shut. It was fine. It was fine. Just puke. Not that bad. Just Powder. She'd changed her diapers. Pow'd peed in Vi's mouth once when she was still a tiny baby. She'd cleaned up diarrea and food art and worse. She could handle this. "What in the hell is going on down here?"

Still, she'd never been so glad to hear Vander's voice. ______________________________________ Powder's absolutely epic empty wasn't the only time any of them wound up covered in puke, though. Sometimes, Vi remembered Sevika when she was still Aunt Sevika. She remembered it with bitter anger and resentment but also something soft and sad, too; Sevika, who told her once that she was beautiful even though she wasn't willowy and slim and delicate like the pretty girls she'd seen in Piltover that morning.

Who would, when in a really good mood, sometimes swing Vi up on her shoulders like she was nothing and let her ride around up there, or would carry Powder around under her arm and call her a little monkey. Vi trained with and under Vander; but Sevika became her main sparring partner very quickly after she learned the basics. She had less of a tendancy to hold back and even less tendancy to take it easy; Vander would supervise, coach, instruct from the sidelines but rarely, if ever, step in. He would wait with sweat towels and drinks and generally, the matches were short and intense. Today, though, Vi was holding her own against the larger woman (which, of course, had Vander heckling from the peanut gallery about Sevika getting tagged by a fifteen year old.) (Which, of course, had Sevika snorting like an irritated horse and going after the teen harder.) Sweating, aching, Vi bent over her knees, soaked hair in her face, each breath sending pain through bruised ribs. She hurt, but she had only tapped out once (three times finished the match) and she was determined not to end up on the floor again; she just needed to catch her breath. "You ok, Pink?" Vander called, lightly, as she moved over to get a drink from the bottle she'd brought with her. "Good?" "Yeah, 'M good." "Thatta girl." She smiled, despite the exhaustion, despite the ache in her bones, despite the way her stomach churned and protested dangerously as she put the drink down, stretched and rolled her neck and shoulders. He was proud of her, praising her, and as pathetic as it may have sounded, have been- that was all she wanted. She stepped up for round two, taking her stance, readying herself. Vander gave the 'go', and Sevika came at her like a bull. The first few minutes of the fight were perfect. Riding high on Vander's praise and determined to impress him, she watched Sevika carefully, stayed defensive ("Good girl. Good. Slow and steady now-"), and moved in when she saw Sevika drop her arm for an opening. (It may have been on purpose, looking back on it, either to give Sevika her own opening or to give Vi a small hint.) Either way, she went in for it, using her smaller size to her advantage to go for the quick jab. She underestimated (or was tricked), though, and Sevika swiveled at the last second, a fist connecting solidly with Vi's stomach. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue. Even as an adult, looking back at this with bitterness and resentment, she knew Sevika was pulling her punches. She was teaching, not trying to hurt. Still, Sevika's pulled punches were solid, hard enough to bruise, and precise. The impact caused Vi's already roiling stomach to rebel instantly. (Later, Vander would say he'd seen what was happening moments before it was too late to stop it. He could do nothing but watch it horror.) The blow connected. Vi lurched with the impact, winded. Her stomach clenched. Heat boiled up out of her throat before she was even fully aware of what was happening, and in the next five seconds, Sevika was liberally covered in child vomit from a good three feet away. So was the floor, Vi herself, and Vander's shoes. A long moment of silence filled the air as Vi stood, weaving, staring in abject shock and horror at what had just come out of her and the sheer violence with which it had done so. She had not given her body permission to do that, thank you very much. "...are. You. Fucking. Kidding me?" Sevika's voice was tight, terse, and Vi could hear her breathing in tight, controlled bursts. It was the first sound to return to Vi's ears. The second was Vander. Vander, who was cackling uncontrollably. "This is not funny, you washed up old-" "Watch your mouth, kid." Vander's laughter didn't stop, even as he warned Sevika down. Vi realized her was holding a sweat towel out to the older woman, who took it with a sharp, terse motion. "You knew that was going to happen-" "I saw the trajectory, couldn't stop it." Vander wiped his eyes, still grinning like an idiot. "Maybe I should have waited before

sending her back in?" "Oh, ya think? God, this is-" "A kid. Congrats, Auntie Sevika, you're offically a parent." "She is not my kid, I am not her Aunt, and I am going to ki-" "Can I...go sit down?" Vi interrupted, weakly. The smell was making her stomach roll again, and she shame-facedly beat away her tears with hard blinks. She was humiliated, and it was Vander who first realized just how upset she was and stopped laughing almost immediatly. "Oh, c'mon, kiddo, I'll help you get cleaned up." He offered, gently, pulling out another towel to, without even flinching, wipe away the tears and vomit on her face. Even Sevika sighed, and softened, and rolled her eyes. "Cheap way to win, twerp." Was all she said, but the heat was gone from it as she stomped off herself, arms held far from her body. ____________________________________________

You aren't a parent until you've been puked on at least once. Vander always made the joke, his tone jovial and good-natured. He liked to tell Vi about the time she'd gotten a nasty little stomach bug and vomited right down the front of his shirt; he would tell anyone who would listen about the day Powder had gotten into a bottle of alcohol and downed the whole damn thing, then vomited into his hair while he was sleeping and she'd crawled into bed with him for comfort. He always told these stories with a shine in his eye, a wry twist to his lips, and nothing but the deepest and truest of love in his voice. She couldn't know it, but she always sounded just like him, when she would tell Caitlyn these gross, hilarious little stories. There was so much love in her eyes, in her smile, in her tone. "Wonder if Powder ever puked on Silco." She said, once, absently, twining Caitlyn's hair between her fingers. "Bet that prissy fuck with his prissy clothes had a heart attack on the spot." (She could not know it, again, but the answer was no. No, he hadn't. Because he always jumped clear. Once, he'd cleared the desk in a single bound. It was pretty damned impressive, actually. But, seeing him hold the sick girl to his chest, crooning something low and soft in the base of his throat and wiping her too-hot forehead with a cloth, there was no one alive that could say he wasn't a real parent.)

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To The Wolves: Chapter Nine

AN: Hey all! Sorry it’s been so long. Work has been very hectic and I really appreciate your patience.

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“What the hell are you doing here?” Vander shouts at him instinctively pushing you behind him.

“Now now I couldn’t miss such a beautiful moment could I?” Silco began approaching you both, hands held behind his back.

“Silco we talked about this,” you began carefully.

“I know darling but I just couldn’t resist,” he brushed past Vander, grabbing your waist and pulling you to his side.

His eyes were trained on Vander as he held onto you. A smirk pressed on his face as he turned to you,”and how could I keep away from my girls?”

Vander clenched his teeth.

“Now where is my little Jinx?”

“She’s with her family,” Vander was cold.

“How sweet. Well we shouldn’t miss the reunion.”

“Silco I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whisper.

He just tightens his grip on you,”nonsense darling. And besides, I have a surprise for the children.”

He begins to pull you in the direction you and Vander had come from.

His grip on you was tight.

Mylo and Claggor stumbled to their feet as you entered.

“Fuck Vander!” Claggor was shouting as Mylo picked up a baseball bat.

“It’s alright boys.”

“Vander what’s-“

“Leave it Mylo.”

Silco unbothered by this keeps marching you forward toward the children.

“Having a nice visit so far darling?”

Jinx pulls her head away from Vi and blinks, apparently only now noticing Silco. She stared at him, looking just as unsure as you felt.

“And Violet, how are your injuries coming along?”

“Badly, no thanks to you,” Vi snarls at him.

Silco simply tuts slowly,”a misunderstanding I assure you.”

Her face curls into a snarl,”I don’t know what the hell you want but-“

“Enough Vi,” Vanders voice is tight and emotionless.

“Vander what the f-“

“Enough,” he booms at her.

Silco is grinning beside you, clearly enjoying the discontent.

He finally releases you and begins approaching Jinx and Vi.

You can see Vi’s knuckles turning white as she clenches her fists. But as she instinctively moves to get up she winces.

“Oh no… you poor thing. Did you have a fall?” Silco’s raises his hand to his cheek.

“Fuck you.”

Silco just chuckles and looks at Vander,”she’s got your spirit friend.”

He slowly raises a hand and ruffles her hair,”and potty mouth.”

Vander’s breathing has grown heavy, and you can tell that he’s seething with rage. But he is still. The only indication of his rage are his flared nostrils.

Silco stands and claps his hands together,”well I think it’s high time everyone came home. What do you say Vander?”

Vander grinds his teeth.

Silco places a hand on Jinx’s shoulder and your mouth goes dry.

“Wouldn’t you like that Jinx? Our family to come home?”

She grins grabbing onto his hand.

Vi’s face changes from rage to a horrified confusion.

Silco stands back up and grins at Vander.

“What do you say old friend? You carry your daughter and I’ll carry mine.”

Vander flinches as he watches Silco pick Jinx up and hold her to his side.

Still he says nothing as he tries to pick Vi up as gingerly as possible.

Her eyes are trained on Silco and she must ignoring the incredible pain she must feel from being moved.

Vanders eyes soften as he holds his daughter close to his chest.

Mylo and Clagger fall in line behind him.

Silco looks pointedly at you.

You don’t realize that you’ve been holding your breath.

Jinx reaches out to you smiling.

“Come on slow poke!”

You force yourself to smile as you step beside Silco and take her hand.