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[lovelybrooke]

We Could Be A Family (Platonic Yandere Silco and Jinx)

I know a lot of you want to see new The Last of Us content, but I’ve been running out of ideas, and I want to write for something different. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy.

The cold ground made your feet numb, regardless, you continued to walk. The streets were crowded, causing you to hug you bag closer to your chest, listening as the items clashed together. Your heart rate picked up as people ran into you, bowing your head in fear when they yell at you. Rushing through the congested streets of Zaun, you focus in on your destination, The Last Drop.

Your small stature allows you to sneak past the bouncers with ease. The loud music and bright light overwhelm all your senses. You hug your bag, head swiveling left and right as you look for you buyer in the crowd of people. You stick close to the walls, hoping to blend into them, as you skim the dancers and drunks. After what feels like an eternity, you stop a rough looking man, covered in tattoos, with two women hugging his arms as he relaxed into the plush seat in the corner of the room. You take a deep breath, your nerves not calming as you stalk towards the man.

You said nothing as you dump your belongs onto the table, a mixture of illegal machine parts and a few capsules of shimmer. A vial rolls toward the man, causing him to pick it up and inspect it in between his large fingers. His eyes roll over to you, his gaze threatening.

“You’re a kid, huh?” The woman beside him look disgusted, your posture tense as he and his men continue to eye you. You have to drown out the blaring music in order to hear in fully, nodding once the words process in your brain. He snears, tossing the vial into the hands of one of his men. “Guess that’s why you’d didn’t want to meet up.” He motions for one of his men to come forward, him dropping a black briefcase into the table while pushing away some of the metal. He pulls out a wad of cash that looks small in comparison to the large influx of cash. Your head darts from side to side while he does so, feeling as though your interaction is being observed, however the loud music and the flood of people makes it difficult to see anything.

Your buyer waves the wad of catch in front of your face, impatiently. You move back to look at him, his face slowly filling with anger, only decreasing when you take the money from him, stuffing it inside your bag that you take off the table. You back up silently, your eyes locked on the man in front of you until your a safe distance away.

Once your far enough away, you pick up your face, avoiding the trash and drugs that litter the grounds. You contort your body to move past the wall of people. Your breath remains tight in your throat until your able to spot the exit. You rush forward, your other senses dulled due to the overpowering nature of the bar.

“Oof” you groan, you body hitting something solid. You eyes trail upward, meeting a cold face. Her sink was dark, but her eyes were darker, disgust covering her face. What shocked you more was the one metal arm she had, shimmer pumping through it. You knew this wasn’t one of your buyers lackeys, noted by how quiet the room became, even with the music blaring. The woman doesn’t say anything, just grabs your forearm and pulls you through the dance floor, the people parting like waves.

“Let me go.” You attempt to tug the arm out of her hold, but her strength is no match to yours. She leads you through a door and up stairs silently, the music of the bar becoming distant. Sweat roles down you face as you continue to struggle against the women’s hold, stopping once you crash into her body once again as she stops in front of a large door. It’s ornate, a stark contrast to the rest of rest of the bar, almost like you’ve been transported into another dimension.

She drags you forward as she knocks on the door, the sound reverberating around the hallway. From inside, you can hear someone welcoming her in. Your dragged forward once again as she enters the room, which is big, a large table and chair in the middle with a couch right in front of it. It’s dark, the only thing illuminating the room being a large circle window that surrounds the table. There’s a man sitting at the table who your unable to recognize smoking a cigar.

The woman pushes you forward deeper into the room, glaring back at her. “That will be all Sevika.” He says, the woman, Sevika you guess, leaving. You refused to say a word in fear for your life, the man's head falling to the side, examining you. Your posture was tense, your shoulders back in an attempt to make you seem large, but your large, baggy clothing were working against you. The man slowly takes the cigar out of his mouth, blowing a puff of smoke in your direction.

"So, you're the one who's been taking my supply." His voice was groggily, which matches his sharp face. There was a large scar that ran down the side of his face and one of his eyes was a mixture of black and orange. You cough at the cigar smoke, unable to answer his question, which causes him to role his eyes and fall back into his seat. From his relaxed position, he eyes you. Your small, weak, but that isn't uncommon for a child living in the Lanes. What is uncommon, is for a child like you to be able to take shimmer from him. He's almost impressed if it wasn't for the loss of income that came from your sceams.

"I honestly thought you were smarter" he says with mock sympathy, waving his cigar around. He watches as you go from standoffish, to surprised, to unamused in seconds, chuckling slightly at your childlike behavior. "Selling my own product in my bar." He takes a puff "stupid decision." He breaths it out. You wave away the smoke, anger covering your face. Before you could even speak, the man was continuing his tirade.

"You know though, I could use someone of your expertise." He looks you in the eyes, resting his head in his hands leisurely.

"What does that mean?" You question. His eyes widen at your words, surprised to hear you talk. He quickly masks his shock, replacing it with blank face. He stamps out the rest of his cigar on the ashtray on his desk.

"I give you jobs, you do them." That doesn't explain much, you think while raising your eyebrows. "In return, I'll give you a place to sleep, food to eat, an income." It sounds too good to be true. You eye him while as he stands up and leans on the side of his desk.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"You can't." He answers.

You think of your other options. Constantly stealing shimmer, selling it to others, and putting your life on the line to get barely anything in turn. You think of your parents, who died before you could even remember their faces. You think of your home, the Lanes, which does not care if you live or die, and it you truly realize you have no other choices.

"Okay... fine." You respond. He man steps forward and puts out his hand to shake.

"Good." You shake his cold hand.

--

It's been around six months since you made a deal with the famous chem-baron Silco. At the time, you didn't really know what your agreement had entail. You originally though you would just steal from local shops in the lanes. Instead, you find yourself on the Topside most days, stealing from mostly the academy.

You met Jinx a few days after you teamed up with Silco. She was very shy, which made it hard to befriend her when you were also very shy. As you continued to spend time at The Last Drop, your friendship blossomed. She shyness was just a façade for she talkative nature, often talking about the most random things. Through this, you found out that you were a year older than her, making her twelve years old. She loved to show you her bombs, and while you were kind of scared, she always promised to be careful around you.

Jinx loved hanging out with you and always begged Silco make you work less.

Silco, however, did not like his daughter associating with you. You were a worker, replaceable. You were not meant to be socializing with Jinx, you were to do your job and stay away from them. For the most part, Jinx was smart about keeping you away from Silco when you were hanging out with you, but she couldn't account for everything, and one day when Jinx wanted you to sleep over, shit hit the fan.

"Look, look!" Jinx pushes a robotic monkey into your lab. It was covered in pink and blue marker, almost staining your hands. It claps its hands, small musical sounds coming from it. You give her a small smile, which she squeals in joy at. She takes the robot back, looking around for another.

"Just wait I have a better one." She gets on her hands and knees and begins to look underneath her bed. You smile and her goofy antics, it slowly dropping as you hear stomping heading towards her room. Silco was coming.

"Jinx, I need to go." You face darts from her and the door. Jinx sits up, a deep frown etched onto her face. "Your dads going to be upset." She waddles over to you on her knees, hugging you in attempt to keep you in place.

"It's fine, don't worry." She says, giggling, not acknowledging the situation. You try to break away from her, receiving a whine in response.

The door burst open, revealing a very angry Silco. His fists are clenched at the sight of you with Jinx. Once you break away from her, you rush back, trying to leave the room.

"I'm so sor-"

"Be quiet." He interrupts. Jinx stands up, blocking you from her father.

"Leave them alone!" She cries, Silco ignoring her as he grabs your forearm, dragging out of the room towards into the hallway.

"You have one rule." He snarls. His grip on your arm hurts.

"I know." Your voice wavers.

"Then why do you repeatedly disregard it?" He belts, turning towards you to raise his eyebrows. You don't know what to say, tears falling from your eyes.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. He sneers, rolling his eyes, pushing you back in disgust.

"You have no right to cry." He grips your chin, pushing your face towards him, "You are not her sister. You are nothing." He pushes you back again. "If I see you with her again, I will kill you." He declares. "Now leave." You don't think twice, finding your way to your makeshift room, crying yourself to sleep.

--

Silco is scared of you.

He doesn't know why. He just knows he is.

He is afraid of you taking Jinx from him. He sees how happy you make her, and his heart warms, something which should not be happening.

Jinx is his child, you are not. He should not feel happy when you and her bond. He should not feel proud when you successfully finish a job he gives you. He should not feel worried over your health, questioning whether or not you're eating enough. And he definitely should not feel enraged when he sees you hurt, wondering who dared hurt you.

Jinx is his child

You are not

He shouldn't forget that.

--

After the clash with Silco, you have refused to interact with Jinx, and you only interact with Silco if you absolutely have to. He gives you a job, you do it, and you go into your room for the rest of the day.

Silco should be happy, you are leaving him and Jinx alone. But Jinx keeps asking about you, wondering where you are and if you're okay. Silco has to lie since he really doesn't know.

Silco also came to realize how much you mean to him. He doesn't want to admit it, but he likes being a father. He likes brushing Jinx's hair in the morning, he likes eating breakfast with her, and he likes knowing she's okay. He longs for that with you. He wants to wake you up in the morning, seeing you smile at a warm breakfast. He wants to gift you toys and books and watch as your eyes widen in awe. He wants to torture and kill any person who dares hurt you, even if in a way he caused it.

Silco has tried to fix your relationship, even mentioning one day that he will allow you and Jinx to remain friends, only receiving a small nod from you. He tries getting you to eat with him, but whenever you do its always silent, only talking when he does. He even gives you less jobs, but if he does, then you just stay in your room alone longer.

---

Silco never fully processed how much you mean to him until you ask to leave.

"Excuse me?"

"I've made enough money to move Topside." You say blankly. "I want to leave."

Silco stares off into the distance, contemplating what you just said. He stands up slowly, gazing out of the window behind him. "You're willing to abandon everyone just to you can live a life of luxury." He nods to himself, eyeing you.

"I have no one Silco." You reply.

Silco walks closer to you, stopping once he's closer enough and cupping you face in his hands. You flinch away slightly, something Silco frowns at.

"You have me, Jinx." He holds, watching as your mouth opens slightly. You back away slightly, Silco's hand falling to his side.

"I'm not your kid Silco." You mutter. Moments like these made Silco forget you were a fifteen-year-old, you acted so adult.

"I know." He looks at the ground. "I know I've treated you poorly, you didn't deserve any of that." His voice is uncharacteristically small. "I can't change the past, but I can be there for you." You back hits the door, which you realize it locked.

"If you give me the chance, we can be a family."

A/n: hope you enjoy, please feel free to tell me if you want more.

[princesssmars]

bakery babe

a vi x reader

you asked vi why she doesnt use more pet names with you. you then start to regret it.

a/n: lets go sapphics. but fr i love her and her tag is dry but getting better but i need to contribute this stupid idea. the idea of vi bringing those back breakers home is funny.

contains: mostly fluff with some spice/nsfwish in the end (they makeout and alludes to them taking a trip to pound town). me being a simp. vi being a simp. YOU being a simp. enjoy.

(f/d) - fave drink | (f/s) - fave snack

"why do you only call me babe?"

vi's head perks up at your question. youd both been in the living room of your small apartment on the edge of piltover and zaun, big enough for the two of you but still nice and cozy. it was a day off for vi from her job securing both of the cities safety, and youd decided to just spend it together in each others company at home. it’d been silent in your living room while you read and she cleaned off her gauntlets until your question.

throughout your entire relationship, vi had only called you “babe”. you didn't have a problem with or the way it sounded especially because her voice was gorgeous but that's not the point, but you knew she was a giant flirt and a general tease. she called caitlyn “captain cupcake”, she still liked to tease jayce by calling him "pretty boy"; she had multiple nicknames for everyone. so the singular one for you made you wonder.

the other woman's brow raised. “i don't understand. does it make you uncomofrtable? do you not like me calling you babe?”

“no, no, i do!” you raised your hands, waving them quickly in front of you, “it's just that's the...only pet name you use. i thought after hearing you with others you'd be more…creative, i guess.”

her eyes widen and a smile graces her face. “more...creative, huh? yeah, i can do that.”

good god.

strike one

about two weeks later, you found yourself in the kitchen cooking a somewhat complicated dinner for you and your lover. these past few days vi had been working extra hours at the department after some of silco’s old goons started causing trouble in the undercity. which was horrible because of the harm they were causing to innocent people, of course, but also because your poor girlfriend came home at such late hours in the night looking exhausted. you insisted she take some more days off or work less hours, but vi was nothing if not hardheaded.

so, knowing she wouldnt back down on working hard, it was only right you did this nice thing for her. hell, you even went down to jerichos' to ask him for the recipes for vi's favorite dishes.

a while into cooking, you hear the familiar sounds of the front door closing and the atlas gauntlets falling in place on the floor. the sound of vi’s heavy footsteps move towards you until you feel her strong arms wrap around your stomach, her face resting on your shoulder. you briefly move a hand to brush through her hair, making her hum. “rough day again?”

she groans loudly, smiling when you laugh at her. “when is it not a rough day at this point? i swear it's like every damn hour I have to deal with some stuck-up piltie who thinks im too stupid to help or an asshole zaunite who thinks im just a traitor or a liar,” she sighs. as she talks, you continue cooking the dinner while listening to her rant about her day. “and then I nearly got in trouble for telling some asshole at the precinct off! he's lucky I didn't kick his ass. but whatever, it's over now. i'm just glad to be here with you, sweetheart.”

you stopped stirring. “sweetheart?”

vi paused then laughed behind you, gripping onto you tighter. “well-yeah, you said I wasn't creative enough, so i'm trying stuff out. what do you think?”

you turn from the dinner to face her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and looking into your girlfriend's pretty blue eyes as she looks at you oh so lovingly. “i think it's cute. i love it. use it more.”

“im glad you like it, sweets” she smiles, laughing at your demand and then moving to kiss your cheeks and your lips before turning you back to the stove. “so, whats for dinner?”

strike two

you and vi were walking around the market in piltover, looking for some new clothes and furniture for your home. it was a warm sunny day, and sometimes you caught vi stopping and basking in the sunlight. growing up in the lanes, day and night were almost interchangeable thanks to the altitude, but now that she spent most of her time outside and not in a cell, the pink haired girl blossomed. the cutest part was how her freckles had grown in numbers and darkened in color.

after walking, observing, and buying things for a few hours, vi tugs your arm to sit on a stool at a pop-up cafe, waiting for one of the workers behind the counter to become available to you. you're just glad to be off of your aching feet for a moment, finding comfort in vi holding your hands in hers.

" 'm sorry we've been walking for so long. theres just so much i want to get here." vi apologizes, bringing your hands up to her mouth to press kisses on to them.

you beam at her soft words and actions. "its fine, shortcake. i know you didnt get to buy much when you and pow were younger. our walls n shelves are a bit bare, so get whatever knick-knacks you want."

vi's scarred lips turn up into an appreciative smile before she cups your cheeks and presses kisses onto them, smiling even harder at your giggles. she was such a pda lover, but what could she say? you were a catch, and she loved to show you off.

"hi! can i get you two anything?" a cheery voice pips up from your right, making your love pull away from you to face the barista.

"hello. i'll just take a coffee, but my lil pumpernickel here will take a (f/d) and a (f/s), thank you."

vi, like the little shit she is, casually turns her head back to you after placing your order. as your expression grows more and more confused she struggle to contain her amusement.

"p...pumpernickel? are you serious? what does that...thats just bread!"

"yeah but it sounds cute, right?"

strike three

the way you fell for this girls charms were unreal. itd scare you if it didnt pay off in the best ways.

before this youd both been out with friends, enjoying yourselves in a booth at the last drop. the night was filled with stories from your younger days, friendly teasing, and laughter. but as the hours ticked on and the drinks kept coming, you noticed that vi became more flirtatious and teasing, whispering in your ear and raising her hand slowly up your thigh.

all of that led you to now, pressed againt the door of your apartment with a very eager vi pressing into your front while pressing wet kisses on your neck.

"mmhh..v-vi, baby, lets move this to the bedroom, yeah?" you whimper, dually pressing your hands on her shoulders to push her off and pull her in closer.

she hums, squeezing her arms tight against your waist. "hmm, i dont know, hun. i think we should stay riiight here. we wanted to christen every part of the house, remember?"

"god, youre a pervert." you groan, partly in due to playful annoyance and partly because she literally bit you on the most sensitive part of your neck. when you turn your head to reprimand her she captures your lips in a heated kiss.

her kiss is all consuming, causing your legs to feel weak and your brain dizzy. shes taking all of you, and youd gladly give her anything and everything.

she pulls away, her eyes still closed as she pants to catch her breath. "fuck, you taste so damn good, muffin."

you involuntarily let out a small moan, causing both of your eyes to widen.

after a few seconds, vi starts to smirk.

"so, its muffin, huh?"

"oh my god, shut up." you groan, going to lean your head on the door before you feel her rough hand grip your chin to look at her.

"nuh uh, im gonna have a lot of fun with this. god, i shouldve tried calling you this weeks ago if i knew itd make you sound like that."

you sigh, feeling slightly embarassed but admittedly more turned on. you hated it and loved it at the same time. "are we gonna do something orr are you just gonna tease me all night, you jerk?"

the brawler laughs to herself, quickly moving her arms below your ass and on your thighs so you can wrap your legs around her waist.

"dont worry, muffin, i plan on eating every bit of you tonight."

lets just youre. really glad you asked that question.

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so many italics. so much horny. what is wrong with me no one look at me.

[avidfics]

Meeting Vi

A/N: I literally love Vi and made this account after watching Arcane. This is kinda a slow burn.

Summary: You get to meet your crush, Vi, for the first time, but she thinks you’re a bad influence on her sister. 

Warning: cursing, some simping 

Word Count: 2.1k 

The wind whipped across your face as you rode through the busy streets of Zaun at night.

“What happened to you promising a fun night with absolutely zero explosions!” You shouted at Jinx, whose arm was bleeding out from where she sat on the motorbike behind you. 

She, on the other hand, was acting as if she wasn’t bleeding profusely. Instead, she used the sides of the bike to stand up, making her sway from side to side. 

“I said prepare for a fun night FULL of explosions!” the she-devil let out an excited shout in the air. 

“I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered that distinction.” You scoff to yourself. 

“Just sit still.” You plead with her as you try to not hit the many people walking. “And please explain to me why you’d rather get patched up at a gym than get a real doctor? I’m sure Silco has someone on staff.” Not that you wanted to be in the same room as the most dangerous man in Zaun. Your, already queasy, stomach lurched just at the thought. 

Jinx finally sits on the seat and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Silco would make a big whoopie doo and send a hit squad after the idiots who caused this little scrape.” Said ‘little scrape’ was still bleeding The warm blood was sticking to the back of your shirt from where she rested. “No way will I let him in on my heist, it’s my business, not his.” 

Abruptly she tries to stand and, once again, you lose control of the bike. “Those ugly bastards better hope I bleed out because they won't get a second chance!” 

“Can the mega ass-whopping be paused so we don’t crash!” Your efforts to calm Jinx down are wasted. A pole comes out of nowhere and the front wheel crashes right into it.

The bike lands on your ankle at an odd angle, but you are more concerned with Jinx. What if she landed on her injured arm-

“Great steering skills, chief.” Jinx groans out sarcastically. 

“Smart-ass”. “Well, you shouldn’t have dragged us to some back alley doctor.” 

Somehow Jinx is able to crawl from under the motorbike easier than you. “I’m just fulfilling my role as an awesome friend - “ Your eyes bug out at the audacity. “I promised a fun night so I delivered you on a silver plate to someone I know you want to have fun with.” She comically wiggles her eyes at you, who is still, lying under the bike. 

“What are you talking about -” 

Your words are cut off by angry boots slamming against the pavement toward both of you. 

“Powder, what the fuck?!” 

Without looking up, you know the owner of that voice with every fiber of your being. Your assumption proves correct when Jinx gives you a slow, shit-eating grin. Obviously, the little mischief picked up on the seismic crush you had on her sister, Vi. 

“Powder, please tell me that isn’t your blood dripping from your arm.” 

“It’s Jinx, and it’s not all my blood. Some of this belongs to the lovely gentlemen Y/N and I played with tonight.”

Vi’s vibrant pink hair whips down at you. The accusatory glare is hard to miss. You squirm under its weight but, you know her mood will change once Jinx actually shares what went down tonight with her sister. 

Subconsciously you also wanted Jinx to clear the misunderstanding because you’d hate for Vi to have a negative view of you since you’ve admired her from a distance for some time. It started when a couple of teenage thugs were spray painting obscenities on the window of your tiny bakery. Not to be underestimated, you had a small knife and a bat underneath the cash register that you were prepared to use, but then you’d have to step away from your customers. 

Just as you were preparing to take off your apron, Vi came jogging along, hoodie pulled over her head, sleeves bunched at her elbows, and wraps circling her knuckles. The last thing you expected from a complete stranger was to take all four boys down to the ground, groaning in pain, as their paint sprays rolled away on the sidewalk. You stood in shock and watched as she lectured them for five minutes and when she finally let them go, the boys came inside the bakery and apologized. 

Those boys still come in twice a month to wash the windows and scrub the floors. 

From that day on, you monitored the sidewalk outside your shop everyday at 10 am to watch as Vi went on her morning runs. 

Jinx called you a stalker. 

Still, you never got a chance to talk to her and it had been eating you up inside. Even now, as she stood less than four feet away from where you still sat on the pavement, scolding Jinx for her recklessness, her proximity was sending your stomach in turmoil.

Being this close to the boxer made your lungs constrict in a panic. Her wide, determined stance with both arms crossed over her chest in a way that made it hard not to notice her well-defined muscles. Just seeing the way her black tank top clung to her made you want to send a prayer of thanks to the heavens for the high temperature.

God, you were no better than a dude. You were supposed to be worried over Jinx, not lusting over her sister. 

“Jinx, head inside the gym. There’s someone inside who can patch you up. I’m going to speak to your friend.”

The troublemaker herself rolls her eyes but not before sending you an over-the-top wink. “Sure, you two spend some time being ‘friendly’. Maybe invite Y/N over for a sleepover while you’re at it” 

Fuckin Jinx! You wanted to be more upset, but you finally were going to have a conversation with Vi. 

“Hi, I’m-”

“Not interested.” The cutoff was a slap to the face. “I only want you to tell me what is Silco trying to use Jinx for now. Don’t look confused, I know you are a low-level thug for Silco. So what? Is he giving you a paycheck if you convince Jinx to mess with gangs on the east side?” 

Vi was totally heated; somehow it was turning you on. It wasn’t your fault! She stood over you with full attention on you, a snarl on her beautiful lips. 

You shake away the nervousness you had about talking to Vi to try to make sense of what she was saying. “First, I’m no one’s low-level thug, I mean I had skill. Second, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”  It sucked that you were still sitting underneath the bike so try standing up, but your ankle wasn’t having it. A sharp pain shot up from your ankle and sent you back to the ground where you started. This might’ve been the most embarrassing moment of your life. 

You sheepishly peek up at her. “Mind giving me a hand before we continue?” 

One bandaged hand extends down. You have a slight hesitancy, but you place your clammy hand in hers, and that heated warmness returns to your stomach as she grapes your hand in a punishing grip. In a move so fast you miss, Vi yanks your shoulder forward to encroach in your space. Her steel boot finds footing on the bike. Ever so slowly, she steadily adds pressure as it presses into your injured ankle. 

Renewed pain burns through your ankle. A startled scream chokes in your throat. 

You look up at Vi, incredulous that she would be this violent to you, and what you see back makes you freeze. Vi is kind, gentle, and a tad sarcastic, but she is also protective. No matter how hard you tried to yank your hand away, she kept yours in a vise, squeezing so hard her arms flexed. You can’t help biting your lip because it was kinda hot. 

“Shit, what’s your issue!?” Her foot remains constant on the bike. The struggle against her was futile and damning because you had never noticed the cut on her lip before. There was an intense urge to lean up a few inches to run your tongue along it. 

Your blatant simping, unfortunately, does not go unnoticed. Vi’s gray eyes had followed yours, bringing that hardened smirk back to her lips. 

“Focus darling.” Literally swooning, while being stepped on, a new low. “Everyone knows you work for Silco, so tell me, why are you using Jinx to steal equipment from gangs?” she asks, followed by another intense press of her foot into your injury. 

Crap, this was not how you wanted to meet Vi. She was treating you like one of those mischievous boys who spraypainted your bakery and it was pissing you off. “Ow! What part of I don’t know don’t you understand? I worked for Silco, as in, PAST tense. Which, hello, everyone’s sister or brother has in some way or another worked for that maniac. I’m a freaking baker now, my only scheme is trying to pay less for sugar and flour. I’m freaking retired and your sister knows this but somehow she roped me into helping her a few times as a getaway - I have a soft spot for that crazy girl.” 

You manage to wrestle a small knife from your waistband and tap it against Vi’s side. “I don’t plan on snitching about Jinx’s plans, now get the fuck off of me so I can check on Jinx.” You dig the blade a smidge deeper. 

Vi doesn’t hide her surprise look at you pulling a knife on her. Her shock doesn’t last for long as she smiles, almost looking proud. “Looks like the baker has some edge. Sweet and then sour.” Her smile disorientates you for a second, and that’s all she needs. Her free hand covers your hand that grips the knife. “You seem scared, kitten. Do you know how to use it?” Her thumb gently rubs against the pulse at your wrist. 

Your breath shutters as you exhale. “Let go of my hand and you’ll find out.” Secretly you hope she doesn’t call your bluff. Vi wasn’t your favorite person at the moment but you didn’t want to harm her. 

Seconds tick by as Vi’s eyes don’t leave yours. Until they do and they go down, lingering at where your v-neck shirt had dropped down, exposing more of your cleavage than you normally show. 

You shake your hand from Vi’s to readjust your shirt. 

Vi awkwardly clears her throat and places her hands in her pockets as if she suddenly became self-conscious. “Let’s get this bike off of you.” The harsh Vi is gone in a cloud of smoke and the Vi you recognize arrives, but which one is the real Vi? 

With one hand she lifts the bike up and puts down the kickstand. She gently lifts you up next, despite your protest. “Let me help walk you inside.”

“First you cause my injury and then you want to make it better?” You shake off out of her hold, completely peeved.

“Cupcake, sloppy motor skills caused your injury -” you let out an irritated sigh. “However, I sure didn’t help it heal. Sorry?” She ducks her head down to give you an apologetic grin. Your heart skips too much to give a reply so instead, you offer her your arm so she can help you limp inside the gym. But Vi must’ve had other plans because she bends until her knees touch the concrete, and looks up expectedly. 

“I’m protective of Jinx because she’s the only family I have, but sometimes I go too far. I know Jinx considers you a friend so I am sorry for hurting you.” A gentle hand tugs on your calf. You let out a startled yelp and feel your face heat at how close her face is to the tops of your jean-clad thighs. Her neck is angled straight back to look at you with puppy eyes. “Let me take care of you to show how sorry I am.” 

You literally stop yourself from moaning. Vi had a way of making every nerve feel alive and buzzing like a live wire. You believed that she was just looking out for her sister, but you still were going to sulk for a bit. 

“Fine.” You wobble around to her back and wrap your arms around her neck. “I don’t want to hear a peep if I’m too heavy.”

A playful pinch on your thigh makes you let out an embarrassing giggle. “Cupcake, I could give you a piggyback ride all week.”

You tried not to think of other kinds of ‘rides’ as she carried you inside the gym. 

[beanlot]

How does Sevika realistically react in an argument? What is she like when she falls out with you? I love ur fics, babe 😫 please don’t disappear on us.

at first, hostile.

if we’re considering the most grievous argument, one that’s been nosediving down the rabbit hole of wrath and disharmony for some time with shit finally hitting the fan - sevika is a hell of an antagonist on the last straw. she knows her physicality is her paramount and uses it to trivialise you, whether this be through pillaring over you and getting you used to looking up at her with doe eyes, make sport of you through her words. and if we’re talking a fatal level of pissed off, it might go a little something like:

listen to me, i’m gonna lose it.

stop running your fucking mouth.

but sevika doesn’t strike me as someone who yells, even at her final stroke, she’ll say things slow and serene.

still, as detrimental as her potential gets, she knows she won’t lay a hand on you. of course, you’ll see the narrow irises bleach with fury; the flare of heliotrope in her scars and the way the vials in her arm slowly elevate to revitalise itself with shimmer - but sevika presents herself as emotionally disciplined enough to not lose her shit entirely, atleast not with you. if she’s acclimatised enough to keep her presence of mind even with jinx, someone she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about, there’s no gate in hell she’d pass to get physical with you - because that’s literal domestics my guy.

in terms of loyalty, sevika’s proven time and time again that loyalty is everything that she is; even when you’ve got her foaming at the mouth and things aren’t looking so lovey-dovey between you right now, she isn’t one to use the brothel or other women as her outlet. sevika’s mentally mature enough for you to understand that if you’ve got her, you’ve got her; i really doubt the first thing on her mind after arguing with you is sex, not only due to the lack of sexual frustration she gets after conflict, but she’ll take her devotion for you to the fucking grave.

i don’t think sevika even has an outlet - we don’t see her display much angst in her scenes, but rather repress them to preserve this shatterproof image of hers for zaun’s cause. this might fuel her potential to be bitter towards people, perhaps an increase in gambling/alcohol use, which often results in drunken fights.

but she’ll come to you, when she’s ready.

sevika’s stated herself she needs time with disagreements, and since you were the fucking world in her eyes, she’ll need a lot of it.

she’ll leave the house for a few days, maybe more; test the waters with how well her spine adapts to the seating in silco’s office. but fuck, she’ll start missing the delirium of having you planted beside her, fingers outlining how artistically sculpted her copper ones were when they’d rest amongst your hip - what was one thing that she missed became two things, then three, then four.

she’d blueprint her master plan, and for satire purposes:

sevika’s a romantic when apologising, because at the end of the day, she’s your sweetheart. at your door with a bouquet of white roses, but she won’t say she stole them from piltover, especially since flowers were such a fucking delicacy in zaun. instead, she’ll say she’s sorry.. no, no.. she’s so, so fucking sorry. she’ll say she doesn’t want you to be scared of her, that in short - she’d do fucking anything, giving herself up through acts of service, just to get a lick of what coming home to you felt like again.

if you’ll take her back is your choice.

[deny-the-issue]

As Above So Below

Chapter Ten: A Different Perspective

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Summary: Your friends try to help you, and Silco attempts something reckless.

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Grim

He knew he shouldn’t have bothered you yesterday, but he was just so bored going from shop to shop with his mother. Seeing you Topside was too good to pass up. 

How could he have known you and his mom had such a violent history? 

Besides—that was like forever ago. He doesn’t care what his mother says; people can change, and you certainly did. You helped save the Lanes! 

What kind of monster would do something so heroic? 

The anger keeps his rationality from catching up to him. No matter what he says now, he knows there is a world of trouble awaiting him at home now that he’s run away. 

Starting from the tunnel entrance you caught him tagging, he zig-zags methodically through the streets looking for any sign of you or your home. Hands firmly tucked in his pockets, his lost feet kick some rubble out of the way as he trudges through the streets of the Undercity. Even in the daylight, the air has a bite to it, forsaken by the sun. 

With each abandoned street searched, uncertainty chills the obstinance within him, and he thinks about heading home. He can’t hide forever, and he knows what Ekko would say if he went to the tree. 

A heavy sigh passes his pouty lips, and with slumped shoulders, he turns down an unsearched path that leads back to the lift. The way is lit with dim electric lamps, unlike the others, giving a sense of welcoming from the otherwise dim atmosphere. 

His heart jumps with hope at the sound of a door handle turning, but the joy lodges in his throat like a pill at the sight of a stranger in a long black coat. The man sees Grim out of the corner of his eye and freezes. This was not a reaction of surprise but of calculation. Eyes unblinking, the man turns to face Grim. 

He steps back, the hair on his neck prickling with the sense of unknown danger. Like a flip of a coin, the man’s face relaxes into a welcoming smile. 

“Hello. Are you lost, boy?” 

Shaking his head, he answers nervously. “No—I’m just headed home.”

“To the lift?” The man inquires, taking a cautious step closer. 

Grim nods without thinking, an uneasy feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach. 

“Do you mind if I join you? I so easily lose my way,” the man pleads. 

Grim shrugs, “Sure.”  

Ever the polite young man, Grim tries to hide the discomfort the stranger causes him. Shoulders tense, he averts his gaze when he starts the journey again. The man joins Grim’s side, matching his pace. 

“You must spend a lot of time down here,” the stranger breaks the silence, “but I wonder—do you know the history of the Lanes?”

“Only what they teach in school.” Grim knows that it’s the glorified version because of Ekko, but he withheld most of the details.

“Well, let me give you a little lesson on the way. They say a ruthless revolutionary started the war, but in truth, it was his daughter. He dominated the Lanes with an iron fist; so much so, people began calling him the Eye of Zaun after a local religious deity.”

This sparked Grim’s interest—he never heard this before. The culture of the Lanes only lives on in the people who lived it, but this man doesn’t seem old enough. Grim wonders how he knows and listens with rapt attention. 

“If you like, I could show you the statue that was built in their honor.” 

Grim wants to agree but listens to his gut. “My mom’s waiting for me, sorry.”

“Oh, but it won’t take long at all! It’s just around the bend, see?” The stranger urges, pointing around the corner. 

Grim turns away from the man to look in the direction he indicated. 

Brow furrowed, he squints at the dark alley in confusion. “I don’t see—“

He feels a sharp pinch in the side of his neck and then the stranger is on him. Grim thrashes against the man’s hold, but his arms and legs grow heavier by the second. It takes more and more effort to move until his mind feels as foggy as the Pilt on a cold autumn morning. 

He clings to consciousness just long enough to hear the man say, “I never understood why he gave it all up for a child.”

When Grim comes to, he has no perception of time passing. Groggy mind and heavy eyelids—the panic doesn’t set in until he tries to move his bound arms. 

He wiggles about trying to get free, but the effort makes him feel woozy. What happened? The stranger's face floats up from his cloudy memories. He did something. 

With wet cheeks and panicked, shaky breathing, he starts to look around for anything that could help. He spies a sharp scrap of metal on the ground some feet away, near the piled-up equipment. Horrific screeches drown out his grunts as the chair scrapes across the floor with each flail of his body. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Sine sneers from behind, grabbing the back of Grim’s chair and dragging it back into place. 

“Piss off!” Grim spits, just as fierce. 

Sine stomps in front of Grim, brandishing a knife threateningly. “Listen here, boy. I don’t normally kill children, but it’s not a moral—it’s self-preservation. You kill one little shit and the whole city hunts down the killer. But that’s not the case with you, is it? The Lanes are treacherous—who knows what could befall an adventuring kid. Why, you could just disappear, never to be found again.”

For the first time in his life, Grim feels the icy tendrils of death licking at his back. The fear lodges in his throat as he holds back a silent sob. 

“So, be a good boy, and stay quiet. One more outburst and I’ll kill you in front of our mutual friend; is that understood?” Sine waits for Grim to nod before gagging him, pleased with his compliance. 

What does he mean by “mutual friend”? Dread seeps into his veins, slowing time to a crawl. Sine strolls past a set of doors on the far wall and hides behind one of the protruding metal beams. 

The minutes tick by, measured only in the sounds of leaky pipes and the groaning of a derelict building. Waiting, watching, feeling like a foot blindly searching for the next rung of a ladder that isn’t there. Grim’s thoughts spiral, dizzying, pulling him down into the pits of drug-induced sleep. 

In and out of consciousness, Sine’s voice rips through the vale. The next moments rush by like water in a stream, memories slipping through his fingers just as easily. 

He doesn’t know why he was let go, or even remember what you said. One fact remains in his frenzied mind as he staggers through the Undercity: you need help. 

Shredded knees and bloodied hands, he bolts toward the first human voices he hears. 

“ELI!” His mother cries as soon as he rounds the corner, running to catch him as he falls. 

He did it—he’s safe. 

He notices Ekko and another burly man standing close by, and relief washes over him at an alarming pace. Fearing he could fall asleep at any moment, he tugs the collar of his mother's shirt, urging her to listen. 

“I know you hate her, but she saved me. You need to help her, Mom! Please help her.”

“Where is she?” Ekko interjects, knowing instantly that he is talking about you. 

“T-the old factory—the bloody one…” Grim slurs, fading fast. 

It was up to them now to decipher what he meant. He did the best his frantic mind could muster. His mother looks to the others with pleading eyes.

“These knees haven’t run in a long time, but I can stay with him and call for help,” Ekko offers. 

She takes one last look at her son, kissing his forehead before making a makeshift pillow for him out of her jacket and placing it under his head. 

Ekko dials for the enforcers on his cell, anxiety twisting his face as he watches them sprint off. 

One last prayer echoes through Grim’s mind like a lullaby, singing him into slumber. 

I hope you’re ok. 

Silco

Molten breath fogs the window Silco faces with unseeing eyes, too stuck in his head to truly be aware of his environment. Face tense, brow furrowed, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Shadowy tendrils wisp off of him like smoke from a fire as his demon magic seeps through his cracking facade. 

Silco is seething. 

And you’re the cause. Of course, he could have handled that better—why didn’t he?! 

All of his bedroom furniture vibrates with the physical manifestation of his rage like a frightened animal. 

Precious and fleeting though it may be, life is worth living. Your life is worth everything. You see him and do not flinch. He is the visage of nightmares, yet you do not turn away; you embrace him in a grotesquely familiar way. 

Why did you have to wrap your fragile human hands around his demonic heart? Perhaps you remind him of himself in his past life. 

Damned if he knows. 

His face twitches and the glass cracks as the building groans under the building pressure of his unrestrained magic. 

Instead of staying by his side—staying safe—you’re running towards danger to get away from him. This feels fitting, somehow; like it’s what he deserves, and it cements his feet to the ground while his mind chases after you. 

A dusty, faded painting crashes to the floor as his mood grows more turbulent, finally pulling him from his stupor. Grumbling, he leaves his home in peace. He means to haunt the Lanes, but somehow always manages to fixate on the revolutionary statue like a nail to a magnet. 

What is it about this hunk of metal that draws him to it? He chose his name off the placard because it felt right. It’s the only thing that felt right in this new world. 

He knows he has lost so much—he feels it in his bones. He wonders as he peers at the metal figures before him. Was it a lover? A child—no, a daughter? Or perhaps a brother? 

He should tear the damn thing to shreds and be done with it! Someone already started; it wouldn’t be hard. But the flames of destruction peter out, extinguished by the cool breeze. With fresh air filling his lungs and caressing his face, he finds it hard to dwell on his emotions. 

Clean air mixed with earth from the sheer depth of the Lanes. He doesn’t know why, but it feels like victory running its fingers gently through his hair. 

Silco enters a familiar, meditative state, drinking his fill of lost memories at the fountain’s edge. Until the rushed sound of footsteps pounding across the stone ground pulls him back to the present, and his mind instantly thinks of you. 

Listening closer, there are two sets, their steps jumbling together in a cacophony of panic. With the stealth of a ghost, he hones in on their location and stalks them from the rooftops. 

Something is happening in his Undercity, he feels it bubbling in his chest like one of those infernal fizzy drinks everyone is obsessed with nowadays. 

He watches intently as the large man and blond woman bolt through the gate Silco himself broke. Why here, of all places? Did they not take the violence as a sign?

Silco grits his teeth as he prepares for another massacre. But when the pair enter the building, a scream follows soon after. Silco’s in the factory within the flutter of a butterfly's wing, rushing to the source with inhumane speed. 

He expected blood, he expected death, but he did not expect you. Your final breath rattles from your lungs and he just stands there. An all-powerful demon, completely helpless to save your already extinguished life. 

Silco pushes the woman out of the way roughly, cuts his palm with one of his claws, and places it on your stomach. Red light pulses from him into you, but nothing happens. He growls, high-pitched and broken as he fruitlessly tries to revive you with every ounce of magic he has. 

The crimson glow fades with a fizzle, taking his hope with it. Bowed and bent, he cradles you in his arms. The familiar feeling sparks something within—a memory. A recent one, at that. 

You talked of a scientist, didn’t you? If he could help a demon, it’s possible he could revive you. Is it mad and desperate? Yes. But you’ve left him no choice. 

With the look of a war-torn man, he rises, determined to carry you into the next life. The burly man looks to block his way but thinks twice about it, instead running to check on the woman. 

It’s the best decision he could have made. Silco is in a mood that would obliterate all who stand between him and this scientist. 

He walks to the place where the maniac fell all those nights ago holding your broken mask. The physical trail is long gone, but a demon’s senses are far superior to humans’. Even from a good distance away, he can smell the rotten decay of magic and meat. He follows the scent deep into the Lanes until he comes upon the cavern. Viridescent light seeps out of the mouth with echoes of someone tinkering within. 

Silco’s heavy footsteps are greeting enough, and when he stands in the middle of a cluttered laboratory with a surgical table in the middle, he feels an odd sense of nostalgia. 

“I see you too have forsaken death,” rasps the huddled form of a man emerging from a side alcove. 

Silco can see the human underneath the monstrosity of black oozing veins creeping up the man’s neck and face. The skull of one, perhaps. 

Silco brings forth your body, laying it on the table with utmost care. 

“Help her,” Silco commands with fire behind his eyes. 

The man drags himself closer and examines your body with a series of pokes and prods. “How much for the body?”

Silco grabs the man by his throat, snarling over him. “Bring her back to life!”

When Silco releases his hold, the man lets out a wheezy cough, desiccated hands leaning heavily on the table’s edge for support. 

“It would change her, possibly beyond recognition. The past experiments were quite—“ the man takes a long, gurgling breath, “unpredictable. This may be a side effect of the shimmer; the compound is as chaotic as the results.”

“Would another power source work?”

“If it is stable, the subject might undergo less transformation,” the decrepit man nods. 

Silco holds out his palm, igniting a blood-red, magical flame. The scientists' eyes light up and the veins crawling up the side of his neck wriggle and pulse with excitement. 

The cogs of his mind go to work, all too eager to begin his next experiment. With the flick of his wrist, one of his sharp nails slices a gash into the flesh of your arm but sighs dejectedly as the wound barely bleeds. Limping over to one of his many tables of equipment, he peers into a large, hand-written book. 

He mutters to himself as he runs a shaky finger over the page, “...blood from the living body.”

Silco’s conviction wavers, and he sinks further into despair. Looking down at your cold corpse, he hates himself for what he said to you. 

Spewing endless poison without an ounce of the care that resides deep within his cold heart; that’s the last impression you had of him. He wonders if you loathed him in the end. Gently, he removes the strands of hair covering your face, trailing a claw down your cheek as his face trembles, threatening to break. 

The scientist teeters over, pulling a tray table with a scalpel, fabric scissors, and medical pliers on it. Without an ounce of care, he goes to work, cutting a long line up your sleeve. 

“Silco, please fetch her blood from the freezer,” he asks as he hastily discards your bloody clothing. 

Silco’s demeanor perks up, hope restored. Confused about how he came in possession of such a thing but unwilling to question it, Silco remains vigilant as he strides to the large commercial freezer. It was big enough to hide a large human body, and it probably has at some point. 

Cautiously, he opens the hinged lid. Cold air freezes his face as he peers in. Vials upon vials of blood fill the interior, each with a different name. Yours is close to the end of an unfinished row, but surprisingly not the last. 

Did every one of these people willingly give him his blood? Unlikely—but he knows you did. You would do anything for the people you care for, even if you wouldn’t admit it. That’s where he was wrong. There is a fine line between suicidal and selfless. To be honest, Silco himself does not know where it lies, and he shouldn’t have pushed so hard. 

The lid closes with a heavy thump, and he offers the vial to the scientist. It quickly exchanges hands and is placed on the tray beside the scalpel, rolling to clank against the raised lip. The scientist works with surprisingly deft hands, and your naked body is exposed to the ambient air in no time. 

Without consulting Silco, the man begins to carve runes into your skin with the scalpel. Starting from your wrists, and traveling up your arms. 

Uncomfortable with how he’s handling you, Silco’s skeptical mind returns. “How did you know my name? Did she tell you about me?”

The man wheezes, and Silco cannot tell if it is from humor or bad lungs. “How much do you remember?”

Silco sneers at the strange question, defenses rising. But seeing you on the table made him remember his promise. 

“I remember nothing of my life before, only the carnage of the spell that brought me back to this world and everything that has happened since.”

The scientist hums, one brow raising with interest. “That is unfortunate, old friend. We accomplished quite a lot together before your untimely death. You may call me Singed.”

Silco blinks, stunned that this man has the answers he’s been looking for. Then, confusion twirls his mind in knots. 

“You knew me as Silco… before my death?” he asks for confirmation. 

Singed nods, continuing his work all the while. The runes are running down both your arms and one of your legs so far. 

That statue, those people—they call to him from beyond the grave, through the infinite webs the magic has weaved to shield him from the truth. It is no wonder he keeps finding himself at its fountain edge—why the deep, sinking loss weighed like an anchor on his soul. 

Nothing breaks a man more than love and loss. 

Singed finishes the line of runes down your torso and the scalpel clangs as he drops it onto the metal tray, his good eye closely inspecting his work. Next, he shatters the glass vial on the tray, picks up bits of frozen blood with pliers, and places them in some of the wounds in your abdomen. Singed thinks deeply for a moment before remembering the last step, then fastens the table’s straps firmly around your wrists and ankles.

Satisfied, he looks to Silco. “Empower the runes with your magic. It is imperative you do not stop until the magic has run its course. The transformation will be torturous, but, as we know, you cannot have eternal life without pain.”

Steeling his heart, Silco holds his palm just above your damaged abdomen. He falters as he thinks it through one last time. Would you even want this? 

Could you forgive him if you come back as a monster? 

He grits his teeth, the tension showing at his temples. Damn you! Damn you for dying on him. Damn you for growing on him like mold. 

Selfish though it may be, he has to try. 

Shadows seep from Silco’s form and his hand begins to glow as his power gathers. The room dims unnaturally, and Singed steps back just before a needle of red-hot light shoots into your body. 

A crimson wave of magic whips through the room when Silco’s hand is pulled flush with your wounds by the wild magic. The light spreads through the marks on your skin like wildfire until your whole being is lit from within. Wind howling, loose pages swirling around the room, glassware clatters and crashes to the floor while bolts of red lightning shoot from the illuminated runes and ricochet around the room like ethereal bullets. 

Singed quickly retreats behind a heavy door leading deeper into the cave, bony hands held above his ducked head for protection. Silco’s magic continues to build, a thaumaturgic tornado full of broken glass, torn paper, and scarlet hail. 

The destruction and sheer intensity are a window to what’s within him. Too much to control, he lets loose an inhuman roar as he unwillingly transforms into his demonic form. He towers over you like the beast he is, eyes and horns blazing with ruby flames as his torn clothing flaps in the arcane windstorm. 

Ethereal and dancing like the sparks of molten steel, Silco pours himself into you, willing to tear himself apart to imbibe you with new life. 

[mollysunder]

How Viktor and Ekko are Stuck in the Wrong Genre for Zaun

I've been meaning to say this for a while but Viktor as the Machine Herald and Ekko as characters are out of place in Zaun. I don't necessarily mean their motivations don't fit Zaun, I mean the execution of their character concepts don't fit Zaun's genre.

What's that supposed to mean? It means that one of the key differences that sets Zaun and Piltover apart is that Zaun takes on the biopunk genre, while Piltover occupies the steampunk genre. While the two concepts have some room for interchangeability, steampunk relies purely on machinery while biopunk is very clearly defined by a focus on the advancement of biological, biochemical, genetic experimentation. It's the reason why the early roster of Zaun's champions are mutants, plus the guy who made them mutants. We can even see that Arcane's writers decided to integrate more champions better into the genre by officially turning Jinx into a Shimmer mutant, enhanced strength and all.

Champions like the Machine Herald fit awkwardly into Zaun because his character utilizes elements that better fit Piltover. The Machine Herald advocates that for humans to transition their flesh into machine augments as a means to erase human flaws caused by the dysfunction of biology. That's all well and good, Zaun can take in another mad scientist but the way he brings his ideology to Zaun is incompatible with the way Zaun operates.

Viktor asks the people of Zaun to change but they already change themselves (with augmentations) through chemtech! In Zaun, chemtech is their accessible alternative to hextech that anyone can use to not just power their machines, but their bodies as well. The process of change in Zaun is a dual experience for flesh and metal to become more similar in function together rather than abandon one mode for the other. Shimmer in Arcane is a new extension of what chemtech is capable for Zaun's biopunk horizons. Meanwhile Viktor's Glorious Evolution doesn't incorporate any of these key aspects of Zaun society, which more closely embodies the steampunk aesthetic and ideology of Piltover. It's no surprise the only other champions that experiment with transhumanism with pure machinery, Orianna and Camille, are both from Piltover.

With Ekko his motivations are once again very Zaun oriented, but the means by which he uses to help other is very out of place for Zaun. I'm specifically talking about his weapons. None of Ekko's weapons incorporate chemtech into them, in fact his signature power as a champion, time travel, is largely divorced from Zaun. Ekko's Z-Drive is powered by a shattered hex crystal which serves to power his other time based abilities. Even Ekko's melee weapon is a clock hand from Piltover, making his color scheme powered by hextech blue clash with Zaun's chemtech green. At least in Arcane they've given him chemtech in the form of his hoverboard.

It's just do odd that these two characters defined by their explicit desire to help Zaun are also given traits that alienate them from the region.

[kittyt-hexxed]

Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi × POC!Reader) - Ch.21

Next Upload Date: December 29th

Act 2: Chapter Twenty-One - Piltover Gets Jinxed!

Warnings: Bombing, Animals set free, Collapsed building, Vi and Jinx meet for the first time, sister bonding, Jinx’s Birthday

Summary: It’s Jinx’s birthday and she’s celebrating in a way that lets Piltover know that she’s still there. Vi gets to see her sister again, and they have a moment.

The Rapids and the Grotto were buzzing with activity before the sun even rose. Both places were decorated for Jinx’s birthday and people were chatting excitedly. Preparations for the main event are in the process of being completed, with last-minute adjustments being made. Jinx was practically vibrating with excitement and bouncing up and down the place. One moment she was here and the next she was across the way talking off Ekko’s ear. This was her first birthday party in years. Not only is she spending it with people, but she gets to cause trouble in the process. The only person missing was Vi.

You sat perched in the tree, watching as everyone worked together to make the day possible. While it was Jinx’s birthday, it was also the first official move you’d be making towards the war. Jinx had wanted to do something fun so you came up with it. The party involved a couple of fun gadgets, fireworks, a bomb or two, and a target. You’d be using some stolen cameras to broadcast the event to the people of Zaun. Everything had been secured the week before and the hidden viewing rooms were all hooked up to the network. Piltover’s technological genius just so happened to be a Zaunite.

Jinx’s door opened and the blue-haired maniac came staggering out with a big device in her arms. Ekko emerged behind her with a duplicate of it in his arms. They were big rockets that would be launched from atop the Councilor’s Building. True to her theme, they were decorated like sharks with wide grins on their faces. While you were supplying Jinx with the means to cause a ruckus, you didn’t know how she was going to do it. And, you were excited about it. This was part of your plans where you weren’t obsessing over every detail. You get to sit back and watch it all happen.

Jinx notices you in the tree and waves you over. You stand up and jump off the branch, dropping down onto your hoverboard, and make your way to her. She has a huge grin on her face, not too unlike the ones she drew on the rockets.

“I’m officially nineteen today!” Jinx says, hopping in place.

“You are!” You throw an arm over her shoulders, “You’re getting to be old.”

“At least I’m not a grandma yet, like Sevika.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Ekko chuckles, “She’ll turn you into one.” That makes the two of you flinch. You remember the screaming from the last person who cracked a joke like that.

“Right. Right.” Jinx nods slowly. The three of you walk to the main building and a large group of people greets you. They welcome you warmly as they finish connecting the big screen. You grin as it shows you and Jinx standing there.

“Finishing touches are almost done!” Someone in the back shouted, “Going live in ten seconds!”

That kicks up a frenzy in the room and Ekko ducks away to give someone the rocket in his hands. You and Jinx are guided to an empty area with cameras pointing at it. You eye the cameras a little apprehensive. They screamed “Made in Zaun” by the way they looked. You’ve only seen others in front of them. Being in front of them made you feel very out of place. This wasn’t technology Zaun possessed. This was exclusive to Piltover. To be around this stuff was a reminder that Zaun was finally making progress.

“Go ahead and speak, my Lady.” Lizette gives you a thumbs up. You nod at her and face the camera.

“Good morning, Zaun. Today we’re celebrating Jinx’s birthday in the only way it should be done for a demo specialist.” You smirk, feeling excited about what’s to come, “We’re blowing shit up. You got any words before we let you loose, Jinxy?”

“Helloooo, Zaun!” Jinx tosses the rocket to the left and someone frantically catches it, “I’ll be taking you all around Topside, so keep an eye on those screens!” She winks, “I hope you’re ready for Piltover’s Treasury to go BOOM!” She mimics an explosion with her hands and starts laughing. The grin on her face could only be described as deranged as everyone screamed their agreement in excitement. You and Ekko share a look before you turn your attention back to Jinx. It’s going to be a fun day.

~

Jinx could feel the wind blowing her braids around. She is standing atop the Councilor’s Building and looking out over Piltover. It gave her the best view of the city and she was thankful for the custom hoverboard Ekko had surprised her with so she didn’t have to scale the damn thing. She would have done it, but that didn’t mean she’d enjoy it.

Her target is to her left. It is one of the few notable buildings in the city. The Treasury. She didn’t even want to think about how much money there was made on the back of her city. The people in the mines who lost their lives trying to put food on their tables. The gangsters resorted to more dangerous jobs that would guarantee them a stay in the Hold. Even the Chem-Barons stopped being a point of stability and turned into corrupt bosses scraping for money themselves. And, Vi.

Jinx’s grip on her rocket launcher tightened. Thrown into Stillwater and taken from her before they could even be a family. Who is now forced to side with the people who took their parents from them. She grits her teeth but takes a deep breath to calm herself down. She takes a moment to collect herself, thinking about all of the fun things she’s about to do. Piltover is going to become her playground for the day.

“You look like you’re thinking too much.” Ekko’s voice sounds in her ear.

“Just thinking about the best way to do this.” She responds, her eyes scanning the city below her. “I don’t want to go to the Treasury immediately. I need a distraction.”

“You’ve always wanted to see the zoo, right? You should stop by.”

“Perfect idea!” Jinx grins, running and leaping off of the roof. Her feet hit the hoverboard and she can feel it humming as she travels. She drops down enough so people outside won’t be able to see her. The zoo would be closed by now. They tucked all of the animals away before the snowfall got too heavy. Since it snowed yesterday, the gates were locked and no one was inside.

That made Jinx feel excited as she dropped to the ground. She has the whole place to herself! ‘Since the people of Zaun are watching, I should make this fun for them, too!’ She thinks. She ran around the zoo as if she was a tourist. Reading the plaques they had placed by all the animals' enclosures and sneaking inside of them to get a peek. Her favorite had to be the rhino and she made a mental note to go back to it.

“Now that we’ve taken a tour, it’s time to decorate the place!” Jinx whips out her spray cans and crayons. She cackles as she graffitis the place, making little doodles everywhere without worrying about any Enforcers showing up. Once she was done with the building, she turned her attention to the animals.

“You know… I think they deserve a chance to roam free, don’t you?” Jinx tilts her head in the direction she knew the hidden camera was with a dark grin.

~

Vi let out a long exhale, watching her breath turn into mist in front of her. She had a love and hate for the winter months. Both she and her sister were born around this time. And, it was her mother’s favorite time of the year. They would leave the fissure to make snowmen until their fingers got so cold they struggled to move them. She could remember the first time she hit Powder with a snowball. Her little cheeks turned pink as she gave Vi a look of excitement. It was a lot of fun until they both fell sick. Yet, their mother continued to do it with them every year.

“You look sad.” Kevin says, his footfall pattern giving him away before he even spoke.

“How perceptive of you.” Vi says without looking at him.

“Oh, come on, Vi. You’re as cold as the weather!” Kevin groans, leaning against the railing next to her. “Warm up a bit, huh?”

“Why don’t you have a smoke?” Gina approaches and holds out the pack. She was alright for an Enforcer. She took the job because it was the only one that allowed her to spend most of her day at home with her kids. She usually takes the night shifts but switched over since her husband lost his job. “That usually warms me up on days like this.”

“I don’t smoke.” Vi shakes her head. That was a lie. She smoked her share of cigarettes when she was younger. She wasn’t a fan of them. She preferred the herb that Sevika had snuck her. It was a purple color and tasted like a smoked fruit. She had begged Sevika to smuggle her in a pack in return for a favor. It was a birthday present for when she turned fifteen. Sevika declined but made her swear to never tell Vander about it. She had a craving for them every once in a while for how relaxed they made her feel.

“You’re better than me.” Gina lights up one, “It’s a habit I picked up from University. Ten years later and I can’t crack it.”

“Don’t talk about classes,” Kevin sighs, “I’ve got a paper due in two days, so I’ll be working on that when I go home.”

“And, you, Vi?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do when you go home? I’ve got kids to watch over. Kevin’s got a paper. What about you?”

“It’s my little sister’s birthday.” Vi rubs the tattoo on her wrist, “I’m going to head down and find her so I can give her the gift I got her.”

“You have a sister?!” Kevin gasps, yelping in pain as Gina cuffs him over the head.

“Yeah. I just… don’t talk about her much.” Vi shrugs, “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“THE ANIMALS FROM THE ZOO ESCAPED! I REPEAT - THE ANIMALS FROM THE ZOO HAVE ESCAPED AND ARE FREE IN THE CITY!” Caitlyn’s voice shouts over the comms, “I NEED ALL UNITS WORKING ON CONTAINMENT NOW!”

“What? How’s that even possible?!” Gina furrows her brow.

“It’s not.” Vi says, watching a spray-painted rhino run past them. It was covered in the doodles she knew very well. “Someone released them.”

“SHERIFF IT’S JINX! SHE’S PAINTED ALL OVER THE ZOO WALLS!” Someone shouts on comms with the sound of a small explosion in the background, confirming Vi’s suspicions. But, it made her heart ache. She had planned on taking Powder to the zoo for her birthday before she got taken. It was the one thing she wanted to do for years. Weirdly, she was relieved she had a chance to see the animals even if she released them.

“FOCUS ON CONTAINMENT! WE’LL WORRY ABOUT HER ONCE THE PEOPLE ARE SAFE!” Comes Caitlyn’s response. Vi knew she wouldn’t be focusing on that at all. She was more concerned about her little sister running around Piltover unsupervised. Her releasing the

“You heard the Sheriff.” Gina starts walking towards the rhino, “Let’s get these animals back home.”

“Have fun with that!” Vi says before whirling around and sprinting away. The animals were the least of her worries. She knew the Enforcers would get them back in their pens in time. Her focus should be on her sister. If there was anything that Vi taught her as a kid, was that a distraction should last longer than needed. The amount of time that it would take for the Enforcers to wrangle those animals gives her sister more than enough space to do something. The real question is what is she trying to do?

Vi makes her way to a building she knows has walls that are easy to climb. She needed to get above the streets fast. Her fingers dig into the wall and she scales the side, using her foot to hook the roof and pull herself up. She takes a moment to scan the area, locating where the zoo is, and finds blue indicators filling the air. Caitlyn thought it was a good idea to have smoke signals so Enforcers could find each other when running through the streets.

“Wait.” Vi blinked, turning back to one of the smoke signals. It was a lighter shade of blue than the ones the Enforcers use. Close enough that at a glance you wouldn’t be able to tell, but with so many up, Vi had a comparison.

“Vi, come in.” Caitlyn’s voice comes through their private channel, “...Vi?!” With a huff, she takes her radio off and tosses it down. She took off running, staying above the buildings so she didn’t lose sight of smoke. She knew her sister loved playing games, so this had to be one of them! Releasing the animals would be a distraction but she’d have fun watching them get chased around. They used to do that with some of the creatures in the Undercity. Mylo had managed to get himself chased by an angry poro. They had laughed themselves silly to the point Powder fell off the crate she had been sitting on. Ekko picked it up and scratched it to calm it down. Mylo refused to join them on their adventures for a few weeks after that. Vi’s lips twitched at the memory.

She stopped at the building above the dissolving smoke and looked down. The street was covered in doodles with arrows pointing in one direction along with the words “come find me!” She couldn’t help but be impressed. Her sister must be moving quickly through the streets to be able to release the animals blocks away and still have time to do this. The Enforcers would have found this before the animals were released, so it had to be done after. ‘Alright sis, i’ll bite.’ Vi thinks, grinning as she drops down onto the street.

Vi followed the direction the arrows were leading her which was interestingly toward the center of the city. The next set of arrows was not as obvious as the first few sets. They progressively got more and more hard to spot, at least, for a Piltie. Vi knew where to look. How to spot the design on the windows, in the bricks, and even on a store sign. It made Vi’s eyes sting, being able to see how much her sister really did grow up. She was exactly what Vi had known she’d become. Well, not the murder part, but everything else… Vi came to a stop at the city square and looked around. Something glimmering caught her attention on the white marble of the water fountain. Her brow furrowed as she walked closer and some words slowly came into focus. ‘Look… up?’ Vi’s gaze went up and she saw the Treasury building standing in front of her. Clear as a cloudless day, scrawled on the building was Jinx’s signature monkey.

A loud sound had Vi turning her head to the right where the Councilor’s Building was. Her eyes widened as a group of rockets streaked across the sky leaving colorful smoke in their wake. She didn’t have to squint to see the unsettling shark-like grins decorating them. Vi couldn’t do anything but watch as they headed for the Treasury. A gasp left her lips as they struck, the loud sound of the explosion filling the air and making the citizens scream in a panic. She covered her face as the wind blew toward her and looked to see debris on the ground. The citizens ran past her, some knocking into her in their haste to get away from the area. She stood firm on her feet as they did, not moving an inch from her position.

Vi felt like she couldn’t breathe. Like someone was squeezing her throat and trying to suffocate her. Her little sister did this. She was dizzy with her thoughts. She felt proud. So proud that she wanted to laugh and embrace Powder in a hug so tight it’d leave bruises. At the same time, she knew she was mourning her. Mourning the little girl her sister had been before their family was torn apart. This wasn’t Jinx’s doing. This was Powder. Her little sister who tried to craft her own bombs and wanted to help fight if the Undercity went to war. A war that… seemed all the more likely.

“Enforcer!” Someone ran up to her, “Please! There are people trapped inside the building! Please, you have to help!” They started tugging on her arm and it snapped Vi out of her staring.

“Don’t worry,” Vi shook them off, “I’m on it!” She ran for the building. Thankfully, only the top of the building was destroyed. She charged up the gauntlets, feeling them vibrate against her arms as they began to hum. She brought her arm up and lunged forward, slamming her fist into the rubble in front of the door. The concrete crumbled to pieces and Vi staggered forward with the momentum. She caught herself before she could fall and inspected the room. Not only were people stuck in the building, but some of them were stuck under the rubble. Vi took the initiative and got to lifting the beams off of the people. She was the only one who could do so without a group of people. The gauntlets helped a lot, but she wished to take them off and do it on her own. She missed the feeling of her muscles straining, feeling them contract and stretch as she lifted something she shouldn’t be able to. But, she couldn’t. Not in Piltover.

“Hey, Enforcer!” Powder’s voice echoes in the lobby, making Vi’s head jerk up while she’s lifting a part of the upper floor. Standing on top of the teller’s desk, her braids blowing in the breeze and her revolver in hand was Powder. She was dressed differently than the last time she saw her. Her pants were mismatched with one leg being drastically short and the other down to her ankles. There was even a proper holster for her weapons. She looked like a real fighter now.

“Do you know if this is needed?!” Powder - no, Jinx - holds up a bag showing off all the money she had inside of it. She had to separate this young woman from her sister or she wouldn’t be into the fight at all.

“If you put it back, that’ll be one less charge against you!” Vi let go of the wall and it fell to the ground with a crash. “I’m gonna have to book you for blowing up the Treasury, though!”

“If you can catch me!” Jinx cackles, pointing her gun at Vi. That makes Vi’s eyebrows jump up. ‘Is she going to shoot me?!’ Jinx fires and Vi dodges out of the way. There’s a ping and hiss shortly followed by smoke covering Vi’s vision, but that doesn’t stop her. She kicks off of a column next to her, catching sight of Jinx running up the stairs, and makes her way after her. Vi didn’t really know what her plan was. She couldn’t let her sister get away, but she also couldn’t catch her. If anyone saw her let her sister get away, that would cause trouble for her up here. Too many questions and not enough answers.

So, Vi chased her through the building, dodging the smokescreen bullets and keeping pace. She knew her sister was an amazing shot, but Vi was too good at fighting. Powder wasn’t the first person with a gun that she’d fought before. Vi had even given Caitlyn a hard time during one of their routine practices. The Enforcers that watched them didn’t stop talking about it for weeks. Someone had told Vi they were relieved she was helping them out and not against them.

“Why don’t we take this outside?!” Jinx shouts, running straight for a window. She slipped through and closed it behind her and Vi couldn’t help the grin on her face. She didn’t slow her momentum at all, bringing her arms up to cover her face as she crashed through the window. It shattered, raining glass down below as she landed on the roof of the building next to her and pitched into a roll. Jinx laughed as she saw Vi, continuing to run and fire bullets that seemed to be endless.

“You can’t run forever!” Vi yelled to her.

“Then let’s make a deal!” Jinx came to a halt on the roof across from Vi, “If you catch me, I’ll let you everything you want to know! If you can’t catch me, we can do this again another day!”

“As if I’d make a deal with you!” Vi uses the power from the gauntlets to launch herself faster than Jinx could process. Jinx yelps and narrowly dodges Vi’s punch, causing her to hit the roof instead. Part of the roof crumbles inward, but Vi’s too focused to care. She takes advantage of Jinx’s hesitation and continues to attack her. Her sister narrowly dodges each punch, courtesy of Vi slowing her fists down before she hits her. It makes Vi laugh, earning her a surprised look from Jinx. She was enjoying herself.

“What happened to being a slug monster?” Vi teased her. Jinx froze for a moment before she started laughing as well.

“You’ll have to catch me first, crab!” The grin she gave Vi was thrilling.

Vi didn’t know what had gotten into her. She chased Jinx all over the city, destroying things in her fake fight as she tried to give her sister a chance. She ended up getting a few solid punches on her that made Vi wince, but Jinx seemed to love it. It wasn’t until Caitlyn had found them that Jinx decided to pull out her hidden advantage. Vi had to jump off the roof when her sister fired a firework at her! Jinx had gotten away and Caitlyn had dragged Vi into an alley to scold her.

She had half-listened. Her adrenaline from the fight kept her in good spirits and she was still thinking about it. Caitlyn got so frustrated that she dismissed Vi for the rest of the day. She didn’t even bother to complain and made her way back to the mansion in high spirits. After all, she had to get changed and grab her sister’s gifts before heading into the Undercity. Being dismissed early gave her more than enough time to do that.

Vi had glanced into the mirror before getting in the shower. The colored powder from the bullets had turned her hair the same shade of purple that their mother had. It made her heart ache, but she didn’t dwell on those thoughts. A hot shower got the dust and colored powder out of her hair and helped to relax her muscles. It was nice to be able to shower with hot water versus the cold water in the Undercity. But, thinking about that only made her sad. Especially now that the isthmus was in the winter months. It normally didn’t start snowing until November, but they believe that Jinx blowing up the Councilor’s Building with a hextech rocket might have had something to do with it.

“Ms.Vi?” A knock sounds at the door making Vi hurry up and put on her shirt. She makes her way to the door and opens it to reveal the head maid.

“Hello, Mary.” Vi greets the maid. Mary gives Vi a kind smile. She always snuck Vi extra cookies with her dinner and turned a blind eye when she passed her in the halls after curfew.

“You have a visitor waiting for you in the receiving room.” Mary takes a step back, “Tobias asked me to bring you over.” Vi blinks and glances down at herself. Leather pants and a white t-shirt. ‘That’ll have to do for whatever big wig it is.’ She shrugs.

“Lead the way.” Vi nods. Mary guides her through the mansion to a room near the front door. It wasn’t a room she’d been in before since no one had visited for her specifically. She had seen the Kirammans go in and out of there consistently along with the maids when they were bringing tea for whichever guest arrived.

Mary knocks on the door and waits for Tobias to call her into the room. With a wink, Mary opens the door and steps aside so Vi can go in. Laughter is the first thing that greets her before she can see who’s in the room with Tobias. Her sister had the front of her hair up in space buns while the back fell free. Her bangs were clipped back like she did when they were younger, and she was wearing a plain t-shirt and pants like Vi. It had none of the playfulness she’d seen before. Jinx’s playfulness

“Powder?!” Vi gasps, seeing her little sister sitting on the couch with a cup of tea.

“Vi!” Powder grins, jumping up from her seat to engulf Vi in a hug. It takes Vi a moment before she’s hugging her sister back tightly.

“What are you doing here? I-I was going to come down and see you!” Vi was startled, but excited.

“I wanted to see where you were staying! Besides, I didn’t know when you were going to be done with work.” Powder bounces on her heels, “I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday alone.”

“Powder was telling me all about her birthday traditions you with.” Tobias chuckles, putting his cup down, “Why don’t you hang out here? I can have the kitchen staff make you a cake and have dinner here!”

“I wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience.” Vi shakes her head, “Besides, the staff would be doing this last minute.”

“Nonsense!” Mary huffs, flicking Vi’s ear out of nowhere, “They will be more than happy to make something for you and your sister, Vi. You’re never an inconvenience to us.”

“Ah…” Vi smiles at the sincerity in Mary’s eyes, “Thank you. Why don’t we go to the kitchens and you can tell the staff what kind of cake you’d like?” She looks at her sister. Powder’s eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically. Powder grabs her hand and drags her through the hallways, rambling about what she’s doing in the Undercity to Mary and Tobias. Vi can’t help but feel a little hazy. This was Powder. Laughing happily, chatting away with people without a care in the world as long as her sister is by her side.

They spent the whole time in the kitchen while the staff made the cake to her sister’s liking. It was a blue velvet cake with a layer of cookie crunch covered in black and white frosting, sprinkles, and gold letters. The staff didn’t mind the extra work they had to go through to get it done. They were so happy that Vi and her sister were hanging out in the kitchens with them. They got to taste-test the batter and filling, and some of them made sandwiches for them to eat while they waited. Vi spent most of the time watching Powder be happy. It made her eyes sting as she watched her be so carefree once again.

Tobias had snuck out at some point, but more of the mansion’s staff had joined in on the fun. There was tea going around, cookies and biscuits popping out of nowhere as they held a little party of their own. They ended up cutting the cake as soon as it was done and Vi managed to smash her sister’s face in a slice. Powder ended up chasing her around the kitchen trying to do the same to her. The staff laughed at their antics, spending some time after the cake to wind down with a milkshake. Once they were done, they cleaned up the kitchen, boxed up the leftover cake for Powder and Mary took them back to Vi’s room.

“Why is this bef so sof?” Powder’s voice came out muffled as she lay face-down on Vi’s bed. Vi chuckled and sat down next to her after grabbing a box from behind the dresser. She reached out and brushed her hand over Powder’s head, getting her sister to turn and face her.

“I don’t know, but it was too soft for me. Mary had to make adjustments so I could sleep in it.” Vi’s eyes wandered over the luxury fabric. “If I’m honest, I still sleep on the couch.” She motioned to the couch on the other side of the room.

“What’s that?” Powder quickly sits up, eyeing the present in Vi’s hand.

“It’s for you… Happy Birthday, Pow.” Vi holds it out to her and Powder gingerly accepts it. She looks at Vi, silently asking for permission to open it and she nods. Powder rips into the wrapping paper, popping the box open to see what’s inside. Vi watches as her eyes widen, shining with unshed tears as she shakily reaches in to pull out what’s inside. It sparkled in the light, the golden hair clip glimmering like the lights of the Undercity. It was fashioned after a crow’s feather but the top was painted in various colors.

“Did you… Did you make this?” Powder’s questions, looking at Vi.

“Of course I did.” Vi gives a shaky smile, trying not to let any of her tears fall, “I figured you were too old to wear the ones I made you when we were kids.”

“So you don’t hate me after everything?”

“No! No, I could never hate you. I’ve missed you so much. I think about coming back to you every day, but I’ve been trying so hard to keep you safe.”

“Come home. You can keep me safe that way, too!”

“Pow, I’m so close. Please trust me on this.”

“I do. I just…” Powder bursts into tears, throwing herself into Vi’s arms, “I miss you!” Vi can’t help herself and starts crying, too. They hold each other as they cry, whispering “i miss you” to each other as if it’s the first time they’ve said it. This was the first time she’s seen her sister in months and it hurt her more than anything to know that she couldn’t go home yet.

“I promise you, Powder. I’ll be home soon. I’ve got to make sure you’re off their radar.”

“When you come home, can we go cause trouble together somewhere?”

“Sure thing.” Vi smiles. “Now, tell me everything.”

“About?”

“About what you’re really doing in the Undercity… Oh, and I shouldn’t say this but… I had fun today.” Powder grins at Vi’s words.

“I knew you would!”

[angelltheninth]

Eye Candy and Muscles

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: established relationship, flirting, shoulder kisses, vacation, protective Sevika

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: As far as I know there are no beaches in Zaun cause it's all industrialized even though Piltover is overlooking the ocean. Insert No Beaches Mengamind meme here. So I also made it a vacation fic, because you know what, Sevika deserves it. The prompt for this one was 'Beach day' with Sevika. For more fics of my 5k even you can go to my wholesome list or to the darker one, your pick.

It was very rare for Sevika to get vacation days. Maybe a few days a year where that she can have all to herself. When you can have her all to herself all day, with her having to run off on you.

Usually you spend those days in Zaun, but this year Sevika wanted to make it feel a little more special. A weekend on the western coast of Valoran seemed like a good spot. So you packed your bags, looking forward to a relaxing weekend with your girlfriend.

Sevika was in a really good mood all throughout, and that only seemed to increase once you arrived on the beach.

First off, yes the water looked nice and cool but you could hardly focus on that when you had Sevika doing stretches in her bathing suit right in front of you. The way it cupped and hugged her curves just right, leaving something to the imagination for others while also looking like a perfectly packaged gift for you, forget the sea, you wanted to drown yourself in her.

Judging by the look she was giving you she had the exact same idea about you.

"You know you've seen me naked before right? You don't have to gawk at me like that?" You subtly crossed your arms over your chest, however you didn't take your eyes off Sevika's body.

She seemed to enjoy the attention though, sitting down on the beach towel and stretching her arms, making her arm and shoulder muscles flex under the light sheen of sweat and sun.

"Come here sweet stuff, I gotta get some of that sunscreen on you. I don't want you to burn up." She patted the spot on the towel next to her.

It was honestly so sweet how much she cared for you, "What would your lackies say if they knew how much of a softie you are?"

"I'm soft?" Sevika smirked and quirked her eyebrow as she watched you lay on your stomach, "I still see bruises on your body that say otherwise. Like here." She trailed her metal finger over your hip, "Here." Across your right ass cheek, "Here." You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan as you feel both her hands on your inner thighs. "Careful babe, you don't want to attract unwanted attention now do you?"

"Then stop doing that. For now." You couldn't keep your cheeks from heating up just a little.

"Oh? Then how am I gonna get the sunscreen on you?" You inhale sharply as Sevika pulls on one of the strings and unties the top. For a moment she just keeps her hand on your back, lightly loving it up and down. You almost relax completely only to be startled as you feel her straddle your legs, "To hide you from view." Her words tickle the back of your neck, goosebumps appearing along your arms and legs from the pleasant shivers.

"Is that really what you're doing? All you're doing?" You smile as you fold your arms under your head and melt into Sevika's touch, feeling the heat of her skin against yours, the coolness of the sunscreen quickly done away with under her hand.

Her lips press against your shoulder, "Of course." Her voice drops just a little, "I've noticed multiple people eyeing you since we arrived. You're hot stuff babe."

"Why thank you. I can say the same about you." You arch your back a little, which was a little bit of a mistake as Sevika took that opportunity to slip her hand around the front, cupping just under your breast. Your surprises yelp was a reward of its own, and so was the one you let out when she moved her hand away, proceeding like nothing happened. "Jerk."

"Oh you love it." You huff and try to relax again, letting Sevika finish up. Luckily there are no more surprises throughout it and you're on the verge of falling asleep. The warmth of the sun, the slight breeze, and the comforting weight of Sevika's body as well as her hand and the occasional touch of her lips, it's all way too comfortable for you. "Done."

You groan, she has to be doing that intentionally. It's torture.

"Thanks." There's not a lot of thankfulness in your tone as you shrug her off and tie the top back into place. Sevika only chuckles upon seeing your pouty face.

"Not that type of beach." She winks, "We could go if you want."

"Nah." Now it's your turn to be a little possessive. You straddle her lap and raise yourself up so you can look down at her, your arms draped across her shoulders, "I don't like other people seeing you naked. Certain parts are for my eyes only."

"Really now?" Sevika leans in, eyes locking on your lips. You lick your lips, waiting, locked on her own. "Then maybe we should get in the water so we can go to the bedroom quicker." You giggle as she picks you up with one arm, the mechanical one on your hip to keep you balanced.

"I can get behind that." You kiss the purple lines on her cheek.

Sevika grins wolfishly, "No. that's gonna be me when I get you behind closed doors." She locks her lips with yours, give you a brief taste of what's to come later. For now though, you can enjoy the cool water of the sea. After what she just told you, a little cooling down is just what you need.

[freementallyillkid]

Manners

Sevika x fem reader

word count:1k

Walking down the dirty and dark streets of Zaun you had just finished running your errands and on your way back to your small appartement though it was small it was always safe and warm filled with little knick knacks. You were daydreaming about curling up in bed munching on snacks while watching a movie when you bumped into someone who walked out of one of the millions of allies knocking you down along with a few of your things.

Quickly gathering your things and standing up you glare at the person who knocked you over. It turned out to be a very tall woman with dark brown skin, steel grey eyes and brown hair so dark it was almost black with a red cloak covering the top half of her body. A little itch in your brain telling you, you should know her and avoid her. Normally people would liten to that little itch murmur an apology and walk away, but not you. Looking up to meet her in the eye she raised a shockingly perfect eyebrow.

When Sevika knocked into you causing you to fall she was not expecting you to meet her gaze much less glare at her and yet she was still expecting you to mutter a shaky apology and run off metaphorical tail between your legs. So when you opened your mouth and said, “The fuck are you doing just running into people look where your going before just walking out of an alley, you made me drop my shit!” You scolded her with a deep frown on your face. For several moments Sevika was stupefied that she didn’t take much in never had someone dared to talk to her like that even Silco knew to respect or he would end up with a knife in his back. Swiftly you moved around her to continue your walk to wherever you were going now looked very frustrated.

When you finished scolding the tall women she looked quite shocked as if she couldn’t imagine why someone would talk to her like that, letting out a small huff you walked around her to get home with a deep scowl on your face when she asked, “Do you know who I am?”

Whilering around with renewed anger, “No I don’t know who you are and I don’t care,” you pointed a finger at her jabing her in the chest making her stumble back probably having less to do with your strength and more to do with her shock, “just cause you’re some important muscle hot shot doesn’t mean you get to be a jackass to other people.”

Satisfied with your rant you walked around her again speed walking away before she could say anything else, you looked up to see that all the people milling around outside of shops and brothels had stopped and were straing at you like you were bat shit crazy. Which made you want to remember who she was even more and it finally hit you as you opened the door to your apartment, she was Sevika the scariest lady in Zaun Silco’s right hand. Dread of what she would do to you for disrespecting her and shock that she didn’t kill you where you stood.

Back where Sevika was standing the people had moved their stares from where you just turned the corner to her waiting for her reaction she simply glared at the crowd who quickly jumped back into motion most likely going to find their friends to tell them what they had just witnessed. She sighed hard through her nose before motioning behind her, “Come on you two we have places to go.”

Two forms emerge from the shadows of the alley, two of silco’s other lackey’s Deckard and Ran. Deckard’s arm slung over Ran's shoulder, “Damn I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone talk to you like that.” He says, chuckling, his crazy hair fluttering with his movement.

“Honestly I was waiting for you to rip her to shreds.” Ran adds a small smirk on their face.

Sevika just kept walking in silence as they made their way back to the Last Drop trying to understand you, you weren’t wrong, just aggressive. What confused her the most was that you didn’t recognize her. She was well known in Zaun and Piltover her face even more so than Silco. By the time they reached the street of the Last Drop she felt a burning desire to talk to you again, so when they arrived at the Last Drop Seviks turned to the pair of troublemakers. “I want you to find the girl.” She told them Deckard had a large grin on his face though Ran’s wasn’t much better.

“Oh?” They asked simply, raising an eyebrow neither of them could see.

Sevika glared at them, “Just go.” she ordered waving them off.

“Yeah, yeah we’re going.” Deckard teased before skitering off, Ran close behind him giggling together like a bunch of children. Sevika swung the door open and walked through the crowded bar with ease the crowd naturally parting around her.

She sat down at her usual table pulling out a cigar and lit it taking a deep breath before blowing out the smoke. A moment later Therman or as Jinx liked to call him Chuck came over with her usual drink when he placed it in front of her she gave him a firm nod in thanks. She drank deeply, thinking again of the women she met today. Maybe if you saw her again you would recognize?

Little did she know you were currently sitting at your table sipping from your favorite mug wondering if someone was coming to your house when you heard a loud knock from your door and a not so convincing mimic of a woman from a man saying, “Housekeeping.” and a light slap followed by some arguing.

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I’ll probably make a part two to this

[ajulisz]

Some of my headcanons for Sevika x Reader x Renata

(there's also some SevikaxRenata and Sevika/RenataxReader and 2 NSFW even tho they're not WOW, its tagged dw) OH, and there's a bit of angst in the end, enjoy :)

Renata is domineering with you both, she is the only one that can put Sevika in her place actually;

Sevika moves a lot in bed when she's sleeping. Renata doesn't. So if you move a lot too there will probably be days that Renata will be pissed at you both and go sleep in another room or even in the sofa;

If you have a sweet tooth almost every time Sevika goes to the upper city to get some business done she will buy you some fancy candies;

Renata probably pays one of those air balloons every time she goes on a date. Doesn't matter if its only with one of you or you three. That woman wants comfort and privacy;

If you don't know how to defend yourself or see yourself in a bad situation you can't get out of, you have permission to use the "I will tell my girlfriend" card, that scares everyone and if it doesn't, they better run or Renata and Sevika will find them;

If you study at the piltover academy, expect Renata and Sevika to send someone to walk you home and the person have total permission to beat up some upper class that makes any weird or suspicious look at you.;

You all probably have an open relationship because Sevika still goes to the brothel and Renata probably has some pets around;

But I have the feeling they wouldn't mind cutting those relationships in case you didn't liked the idea or felt uncomfortable at some point, and even with that aside, I think that what would happen is that they would keep this other people more to use for favors, especially Renata;

Ignoring the fact that Silco is dead. I think Renata and Sevika try not to talk a lot about their jobs at home because when they do they probably have an argument, and their discussions are not pretty because they both are really close and strong minded with their ideas;

Even tho they get together when it comes to the "LETS DESTROY PILTOVER" idea, Sevika working for Silco while Renata is the one who wants to be the ruler does not help the case;

But I'm pretty sure if Silco dies and Renata puts Zaun on top of her priorities, or lie about it, because we know she wants the Solar Gates, she doesn't really mind Zaun burning in the process (but Sevika doesn't need to know that... Right Renata?) Sevika will be the number one by her side to put the power in her wife hands;

(NSFW) If you think you are a dom in this... are you really a dom... or are you just so much of a sub that you do whatever your girlfriends like?;

(NSFW) I don't want to speak about sex here cause I think we all know Renata would not be an easy dom much less let's expect Sevika to do that role (unless you ask them nicely), but I'm pretty sure a lot of praise will be present in the aftercare if that's your thing;

Renata is trying her best in all this years go slow to make sure everything go as she planned to...

There's a reason to it and a reason that kills me (thank you brain)

Renata is not a liar, she just... omits some of her plans from you and Sevika because she didn't want to catch feelings in the first place and somehow you both conquered her heart, and she knows it will HURT like hell if one day she really needs to bury all of Zaun and let everyone suffocate down there, but not because of the people that live there, much more because Sevika will probably never forgive her and you... she doesn't know what to expect from you after you see Zaun destroyed because of her.

[cauldron-of-oddities]

It's about two hours to midnight for me. Enjoy the silliness inspired by my yuletide tipsiness.

Apples are lovely.

Had he known what the evening had in store for him, he might not have come. But well, Jinx’s pretty pleading eyes and the promise of fancy snacks had convinced him. And ok, possibly the promise of causing some (minor) mayhem at a Pilty party was too good to pass up.

So here they were, at a house so posh it made him want to gag. Before he could ask how she got an invite to a place like this, Jinx was talking. “Sickening, isn't it? And you know what's the worst?

“It's built on cursed ground?” He jokes.

“No. This, this is Vi's girlfriend's place and it's her party”

Damn, she was glad she brought Ekko along, her grounding force when dealing with her sister, her best friend, her partner in crime for pranks, her ‘I would really like you to be kinda more than a friend’ friend but well, he's never shown any interest like that. Also, who would be interested in such a scrawny chaotic person? But she has different fish to fry tonight. Those fish? To annoy her sister, scandalise her sister's girlfriend, and find the perfect place for a glitter bomb.

Jinx gears up to ring the bell when the door slams open with a force that could only herald Vi. “Pow! You made it and Ekko, too! Awesome! Come on. Get in!”

Looking at all the luxury within Ekko had to control the impulse to take or break something. Or maybe that was a response to the grimace Jinx had on her face to Vi using Jinx's old nickname. Either way, self-control was the name of the game, and he worried for Jinx. Grabbing Jinx's hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand and wrist, he could feel some of the tension leave her. The little action did not go unnoticed by Vi, who only raised her eyebrow. But before she could make any remarks, a voice sounded from behind her.

“Ah, hello there” from a rather tall woman in a dress that was definitely made to flatter and in all likelihood cost more than he'd earn in a week, startled him out of his thoughts.

After a more than awkward introduction to Caitlyn, aka the ‘cupcake’ - he could see why She was sweet, almost too sweet. - and being led to a spacious living room, he had to conclude the party was not too bad, the pleasant hum of different people chatting (even if it was a bit stiff, should he take a page out of Jinx's book and spike some punch? There was probably a good bottle of strong booze in this house. The food was good (even if the canapes were a tad pretentious), and the person he'd found to talk to was interesting. Viktor, also from Zaun and could actually follow Ekko when he started about his inventions.

Jinx, in the meantime, had, with all the grace of a lazy cat, flopped down onto an ostentatious looking couch that was decidedly not comfy. All looks and design and no plush. Bad couch. Ekko had left her with her sister to go socialise himself and enjoy all the food by the looks of it. So here she was feeling all sorts of awkward and frustrated, only made worse by Caitlyn joining Vi on the other couch and being particularly lovey dovey with each other. So, her sister was smitten with wealthy, tall, dark, and busty. The cupcake must have a whole hoard of admirers, and she steals her sister.

Her expression must have been something because Vi looked up and asked her what she was glaring about.

“You. You sold your soul for fancy clothes, canapes, and a pair of cantaloupes!” As Jinx said it, she couldn't stop herself, glancing down rather forlornly at her own chest. “What? You jealous? Vi asked with a laugh.

Jinx grumbles under her breath and turns to look at Ekko on the other side of the room in his own conversation. Hoping that he'd look up and come save her from her rather awkward predicament.

Sniggering Vi can't stop herself when she follows her sister's stare. “Heh, apples are good too, just ask Little man”

Jinx thinks to herself that blushes should not be allowed to go that deep. As she feels herself flush from cheeks down to her stomach where the already jittery butterflies up their dance to another level. “What do you mean?”

“People have different tastes?” Vi suggests with another laugh. “Here, let's ask him”

“What!? No!” Oh, let the world swallow her whole. This was not happening.

“Hey! Little man!” Vi called out as she put Jinx in a headlock when Jinx tried to pounce on her and muffled another rather panicked “No!” Ekko looked up from his conversation “Yeah?”

“Come settle something for us.” Vi said. Seeing Jinx and Vi wrestling made both nostalgia and suspicion rise in him, why oh why did this feel like some sort of trap? “You prefer apples or melons?” The question seemed innocent enough but well to be safe: “Why are we debating fruit?”

“Humour me. Little man.” Vi's tone leaves no room for further explanation. “Ok, ok. Apples. They fit into your hand better, and less messy peeling is involved.”

It couldn’t have been a better answer Vi thought as she doubled over and started howling with laughter and Caitlyn joined in by sniggering politely behind her hand though the snort that escaped cracked some of the prim and proper princess look. Jinx, however, looked utterly mortified.

Jinx was sure she's completely crimson by now. A jumbled mess of feeling bubbled up violently in her, and all she wanted was to run away from the embarrassment. Everything becoming just a bit too much. She throws a pillow at Vi and then one at Ekko for good measure (does he even realise what he said!?) and runs out of the room.

With complete confusion, now holding the pillow flung at his face, Ekko turns toward Vi for some sort of clarification. “What…? Um, we were talking about fruit, right? Right?” an odd sort dread settled in his stomach.

“Yeah, we were talking about fruit and different tastes, Ekko. Don't worry.” Vi managed to get out between the laughter.

Don't worry. Vi had said, but with how Jinx stormed off, he was worried though, had he made her lose the debate? Was said debate even about fruit? And that there might be a glitter bomb going off way too early. Seeing Jinx upset never sat well with him. He liked her happy and smiling (preferably at him). Wondering in which direction she went and if he should follow her, Caitlyn got up. “I'll have a quick look for her. It is my house, I know the best hiding spots.”

This house was a winding maze, but Jinx did have to admit all the different rooms made for easy hiding. Eventually, Jinx found herself in one of the bathrooms. One hidden away, a good hallway removed from the living room where the party was. Oh, hell. She'd wanted a rise out of her sister, for her to feel some of her frustration at her leaving and leaving for a Pilty no less! Instead, she got hit over the head with her insecurities, and Vi yet again teased her about Ekko. Was she that evident? Why hadn't Ekko picked up on it after all these years? Was she just not attractive enough?

Mumbling to herself and looking in the mirror

Jinx splashed some cold water onto her burning cheeks, only for her thoughts to stray. To what Ekko said. How with one remark all sorts of terrible ideas start running through her head. Oh, she wouldn't mind his hands on her apples so to speak, wouldn't mind kissing and teasing him for such a remark either… shaking herself from her daydream she takes stock of her rather casual crop top, just a t-shirt model. She hadn't wanted to put any effort into getting dressed to go to a party she didn't want to. She sort of regrets it now.

A soft laugh sounds from behind her. In the mirror, she sees Caitlyn holding a rather pretty crop top. V- neck halter, black and covered in sequins. And damn it, it's just her sort of thing. “You know, if, by what Vi says is true and his reaction after you ran off, your friend is rather smitten with you regardless.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, with a peace offering so to speak. Look I like your sister a lot, so give me a chance?” Holding up the top.

“And why would I fit into anything of yours?”

“Because it is not mine, it is for you. Your sister is terrible at shopping but surprisingly good at picking things others would like. Anyway she saw it in a store I was shopping at, said this would be your thing, panicked at the price and considering your birthdays round the corner I got it. Or rather, to put it bluntly, I am not above a bit of bribery for the sake of peace.”

Eyeing the top with suspicion and interest she makes a grab for it and before Caitlyn can blink she's swapped tops and is tying the new top back.

“You know what cupcake, you get points for blatant bribery”

Jinx won't say thank you to the damn princess, but her boobs look the bomb in this top, still small, but it made the curves she did have appear just that bit more alluring. Jinx giggled to herself. If, what miss not so proper after all said was true then… could she get that opening? It was embarrassing, but at the same time, she'd also been handed prime teasing material.

Caitlyn doesn't need vocal thanks. She can wait it out. Besides the preening in the mirror and the little mumble about Ekko were telling enough.

“Stop worrying, Caitlyn has a way with people”

“Yeah, but I feel like I said something wrong, but she likes apples, so why?”

“Here, have some pie, different question: you and my sister”

Ekko almost chokes on the bite he takes and Vi hits him a few times on his back.

He looks up at her like a deer in headlights.

“We're best friends, she wouldn't see me that way.”

“So you're interested?”

“Uh.” Ekko searched his brain for a way to get out of this conversation.

“Because I think she is too, and with me being away, it would actually put my mind at ease a bit.”

She sounded sincere, and he'd be lying to himself if he denied the bubble of hope rising in him. Taking another bite of the pie, apples with a bit of bite and spice, he wondered what would have set Jinx off. Apples are palm sized and easy to peel, so what was it about that? The thought trails off when Jinx comes back in, Caitlyn behind her. Her previously plain, if cute top had been replaced with an upgraded and definitely more festive version, and he felt part of his rational mind abandon him as his eyes trailed the deep neckline.

“Cupcake, your back, I missed you.”

“I was gone all of fifteen minutes, maximum Vi. Are you sure you missed me?”

“Of course I did and your lovely melons” As Vi cheekily nuzzled Caitlyn's chest”

“... really? Come on, behave.”

Ekko, still a little star stuck, only catches half the conversation, but it's enough for the penny to drop, a whole bag of them even. Melons as breasts… apples or melons, melons, or apples. Perfectly palm sized. Palm sized apples, Vi's question, apples…, Jinx a lovely colour of crimson, apples… Jinx in a lovely top that would probably peel right off…he'd said apples. Oh hell, that wicked pretty grin he loved was back on her face as she took a bite out of an apple that had appeared out of nowhere. He was sure he would never be able to look at the fruit or her the same way again. His fingers twitched. Was he terrible thinking he'd really like to touch?

To add to his internal crisis, Jinx’s following words were devastating in the way that he was fairly sure his sanity had exited the building.

“Want a bite?” She leaned forward, holding out the apple for him. As she did, he swore it was on purpose, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face. Also, a mistake as now all her smile seemed to tell him was to lean forward too. What happened next may as well be worse.

“What if I said I wanted it peeled?” Dread dropped on him like a stone. He did not just say that. He had, though, hadn't he? Umm, fuck, seemed it was his turn to run away.

Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he stumbled over the edge of one of the couches and, with some sort of trip, turned towards the nearest exit, the balcony. He entirely missed the satisfied smile that crossed her face only to immediately fall when he ran. Outside as the cool air hit him, a sigh of relief escaped him, crossing his arms on the balustrade and letting his forehead fall onto them he barated himself for letting that slip out. Damn, what if this made their friendship weird?

He heard the click of a door, and he peaked over his shoulder. Leaning against the balcony door, Jinx stood with her arms wrapped around her, and her shoulders hunched. A deep crease on her forehead. Seeing her look so dejected made him want to reach out.

“Did I read you wrong? I’m sorry I'll go. I know I'm just your friend, I know I'm not pretty girlfriend material.”

Not pretty, not girlfriend? No, that would not fly. “Fuck! You are beautiful! I thought you weren't interested.” It burst out of him before he could stop himself. She startled at his exclamation. But she was looking at him now.

Sod his dignity, right now there was someone more important and unless he was terribly terribly wrong, a blatant invitation. Heart beating rapidly in his throat, he dove in, consequences be damned.

“And for your information, I stick to my apple preference. They're absolutely lovely, and so is the person with them, even if she gives me whiplash sometimes.” He said with a wry smile.

The look of dismay gave way to a shy grin. “Yeah?” She stepped closer to him.

Really, he couldn't be blamed for what he did next, certainly not with her mirroring his action of leaning into one another. His hand reached for hers and pulled her to him that final inch.

A warm hand on hers, her butterflies fluttering up to her head and then, soft full lips against her chapped ones, just a quick caress against her, over way too soon. Looking up at half lidded eyes, clouded with something like disbelief, she reached up and laced her fingers through his dreads. A shared look sparking between them, and they came back together again, this time with more confidence. Her mind pleasantly blank, just the sensation of the soft pressure of him against her mouth. It made her lips part in response. It was all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to circle round her waist and tealingly trace the bare skin there. A quiet gasp escaped her as one hand crept up to run along the curve of her breast, and his tongue brushed against hers. A high-pitched sound escaped her.

He pulled away. “You ok?”

“Hmmm” She looked dazed as she looked up at him and nuzzled her nose against his.

Giggling, she smoothes her fingers over his cheeks and back to his hair, tugging him back down, her breath still slightly irregular.

Shy was making way for confidence and mischief and he rather liked that. Falling into another kiss.

“So does this mean I get to call you boyfriend?”

“Does this mean I get to call you girlfriend?”

She hit him on the chest for that.

“Yes.” Joy jumping from the word.

“Vi's going to tease us to hell and back, isn't she?.”

“Let her. Sister dearest is probably too busy canoodling with the melon flavoured cupcake anyway.”

“So, what now? Go back in and pillage some more snacks?”

“Or, You could kiss me again.”

He did not need to be told twice. Angling down his lips to hers and rather cheekily sneaking his hand up to the curve of her breast again, he revelled in the soft noises that escaped her. Fuck the fancy canapes his mouth and he had other business tonight Ekko decided right then.

That was until she suddenly pulled away with a dead serious expression, her lips tingling “Ok. So do we give the cupcake and my double crossing sister a pass for the top? Or do we still plant the glitter bomb?”

Between the wicked grin, the distracting cleavage, kiss reddened lips, he decided he'd do whatever the hell she wanted. Causing a bit of mayhem with his girl sounded like a blast.

[sevikasbeloved]

POKER FACE

Part 2

(Link to Part 1) https://www.tumblr.com/sevikasbeloved/705383162739621888/poker-face

Word count: 4.7k (chonky boi)

Warnings: sexual scenes, threats of violence.

Your head thrummed as you shielded your eyes from the low hanging light above your booth, your face painted in the remnants of whatever part of you made it to the next day unscathed.

The sound of cheap boots scraping the wooden floor alarmed you to the barman sliding an unknown substance your way, with a smile filled with pity.

You nodded, gratefully swigging the sweet liquor to quieten that hum you couldn’t seem to shake. Your hands idly shuffled the cards in your hand, as your eyes lazily scanned the room.

It was one of those quieter days in the bar, the days where the worst of them seemed to be causing trouble elsewhere, but unfortunately for you that meant less suckers willing to lose their money.

You slowly found yourself blended in with the brown leather booth chair as you sunk into it biding your time for something, anything to happen. Your head dragged along the side of the chair, following the few people walking around the room aimlessly, one of the men standing with his stomach pressed against the jukebox as he carefully eyeballed the names of the discs rotating through.

You glanced at your suddenly empty glass, and at the stack of cards that sat almost begging you to pick them up. You let out a frustrated sigh, dragging your palms flat across your face, peeking over your fingertips at the rest of the room.

You let out a sharp whistle, breaking the mutual silence among the other bar patrons, where none but one looked to you, his face scrunched up in annoyance at your disturbance of his peace.

You smiled, goading him a little further, drumming your fingers against your cards. You’d seen him around, he was one of the older poker players, half-retired, that is until he runs out of money, which happened often enough for him to only be considered half-retired.

He shrugged his shoulders at you, turning back to his ragged little book.

“There’s no way that book is more interesting than winning my money!” You taunted from across the room.

“Piss off, I don’t want your money.” He grumbled, not even giving you the decency of some eye contact.

“Pfft.” You purse your lips at the back of his head.

The sound of what you thought was crashing glassware echoed from the top of the stairs, alerting the whole bar to the second floor. The sound of muffled arguing started up alongside the smashing, and it lasted for what felt like twenty minutes, until it went completely silent.

The entire bar felt like you were holding a collective breath as you all waited, then the door slammed,

“Don’t waste my time again, Sevika!” You heard Silco’s voice roar.

Not soon after, the sound of heavy boots slamming against each step, almost like clockwork, sent life back into the bar again and all the side conversations and loud silences began where they left off.

You, however, stayed silent, watching her hulking physique stride confidently past you, undeniably unphased by whatever lashing Silco gave her.

She turned her head in your direction, her eyes low as she looked for a moment at you, and you were sure she saw you because you caught a glimpse of a smirk before she turned back towards the door, and then out of your sight.

You sighed back into your seat again, pulling out a half smoked blunt from your pouch and sparking it brazenly as you closed your eyes, your mind unashamedly wandering to her.

Openly you wouldn’t admit it but she intrigued you more than you thought she would have from all the stories about the scary woman. There was more to her than her actions you thought as you took a long drag of your blunt, exhaling deeply as you sat up again, that vertigo feeling you’d get every time you’d smoke creeping up on you.

“Jesus fuck!” You screamed as you opened your eyes to a white haired lady glaring between you and your cards. One of your hands, gripping your knife in your holster raised to the side of your head,

“You can’t sneak up on me like that man,” you said, taking a final toke before stubbing out your blunt. You watched her in bewilderment as she sat down in front of you, her face set in a natural frown.

You slid out of the booth slowly, trying to keep a healthy amount of distance between the two of you.

“Get the lady a drink, will you?” You said walking out of the bar almost as dazed and confused as you came in.

Maybe no more daytime visits to The Last Drop for a while, you thought.

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The night was young and you decided to give the bar another try. You were immediately greeted with the familiarity of the gross lingering smell of piss at the front door, which, in any other case would’ve been a good sign to turn the fuck away, but down here, it meant there was life inside, and where there was life to be found, there was money to be lost.

You sauntered in at the prospect of stealing a fortune, pushing the door open with conviction as you headed to your lucky booth.

To your surprise, it was occupied, very occupied. The booth was filled end to end with card shufflers, readers and observers, including the half-retired guy you’d seen earlier in the day.

You had half the mind to take his money from him now, teach him a lesson about turning down a game from you, but before you could even think to exert your prowess onto him, you heard the familiar whirring of a very particular metal prosthetic.

Draped against the back of the booth was Sevikas clunky metal arm, a royal purple colour bleeding through the clear tubes.

Clearly, she was excited.

You tilt your head to get a better view of her front, a smile on your face as you catch her side profile plastered with a subtle yet confident smile. As your view of her cleared, you quickly noticed a woman sitting in the hitch of her hanging arm, a beautiful woman, dressed in fantastic garments that shrugged and cinched at the right places, clearly one of Babettes own.

You unintentionally let out a scoff at the sight, alerting Sevika and her arm candy directly to you.

Her face was arrogantly smug as her eyes raked up and down your length before locking with yours, and for the first time you didn’t know what to day or to do, not for a long long time had you been stumped like this, and for her of all people, you wanted to crawl inside yourself.

“Y/n, you gonna join us or stand there all dazed and confused?” She snided.

Your breath caught in your throat as she spoke, a part in anger, that she spoke to you like that, and a part in shame, that you let her.

You let out a deep, exasperated sigh. She’d pissed you off with the way she spoke to you infront of everyone, and for the rest of the night it would be fair game, you thought.

You moved behind one of the men that had pulled up a stool from the bar, your eyes still glaring at Sevika’s smug face.

Without even looking at the man below you, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him off the stool, taking his place, leaning comfortably forward into the table. He fell to the ground crashing for a second before trying to get up again to reclaim his seat at the crowded table.

“What the fuck?” He spat, his saliva splashing against your cheek and temple.

Almost immediately you pulled him closer to you, by the front of his collar this time, and whispered,

“I would highly recommend you fold this game right now because I am in no mood.”

You watched from your peripheral as he shook himself free from your grip, mumbling the word “fold” as he grabbed his chump change and wandered off elsewhere.

The table looked at you, some with faces of astonishment and curiosity as to how you got that lad to fuck off so abruptly, most with discontent, because they knew you were good, and clearly tonight you were out for blood.

“Alright, it’s time for a real game, don’t you think?” You said, your voice painfully sarcastic as you rubbed your hands together.

“We have to finish this game.” A younger guy said, squished in between two women who clearly didn’t realise he was there.

You smiled at him pitifully, reaching into your pockets, pulling out a large stack of bills and slamming it on the table.

“Anyone who wants to start a new game gets a cut from that stack.” You offered.

Immediately the table was cleared for a new game, some of the men never having seen that much money on a poker table in their lives.

You looked at Sevika again who’s face had adjusted from smug to astonished, although she tried hard not to show it. You looked at the lady in her arm who was clutching for dear life to her side, practically infusing herself with her. Your smile grew, and became more genuine as you got your head into the new game ahead.

You felt your blood pump, the table filled to the brim with more spectators crowding at the mention of a game with the top poker players in the city at the table, those being you and Sevika, of course.

Sevika collected the cards in quick speed, shuffling them between her fingers before lifting the deck up to her ladies lips, letting her kiss the top card on the deck.

Her eyes flickered to you for a moment, before she started handing them out among the rest of the players, and how that excited you. You knew that she was going to be cutthroat, but you’d known of her game for a while, you knew that when she was playing for sport instead of playing for money, she’d crack, if you applied enough pressure.

That was the fun part, and oh the pressure you’d apply…

_

The game had been going on for about thirty minutes, four people had folded as their hands proved useless against the rest, and the atmosphere in the room had become sour, even more so than before. It was as if the game between you and Sevika had multiplied and the entire bar was now sitting on the edge of their seats, wondering if this would end in a bloody fight.

Sevika placed a large amount of coins into the pool, to which you added on more, and the next person did the same, everyone playing under the same understanding of ‘go big or go home’.

“Fucking bullshit!” The burly man beside you cried, his eyes burning on the two women opposite.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” One of the women spat back.

“I should kill you.” He growled, his hands balling up beside him.

This had happened about three times before now, an accusation turned into a threat, usually you or Sevika would dissipate the pressure a little reminding them of the large sum of money that had built up, but this time, neither of you could care less if these idiots took themselves out of the game.

You shot her a glance and she grinned, knowing that if they were going through on their word it would just be you and her, which is what the two of you had been itching for from the start.

“Oh yeah?” The other woman jeered, pulling out a rusty knife, if you could even call the serrated edge of a piece of aluminium a knife, “do it.”

The man stood up from his seat, slapping his cards against the table, automatically bowing himself and them out of the game as they stood up with him.

The room filled with mumbles of patrons egging on a fight they had been so bloodthirsty for from the start, only riling them on further.

Eventually the three came head to head, knives waving across the table, and drinks spilling off and on it.

Quickly, sevika had come to the end of her enjoyment of it, slamming her closed fist against the old oak surface, grinding the fighting to a halt.

“Take your shit outside, there is still a game to finish.” She said, her tone measured and calm, although everyone knew she was anything but.

They followed her orders like a bunch of sheep, walking out single file, until the doors slammed and a whole bunch of muffled shouting started up again from the other side of the door.

“Now,” she turned to you again, her entire demeanour changing, like she’d suddenly become interested in the game in front of her, “shall we start the real game?”

You couldn’t help a faint smile crawling across your face as you recognised the desire for her to come one to one with you.

You didn’t say a word, not wanting to validate her sudden rivalry with you.

The two of you put your final stack of coins in the middle of the table, ready to see who had the better hand.

“You know it’s interesting that your luck seems to change whenever it’s just the two of us standing.” She vaguely observed, clearly trying to get into your head. The girl on her arm, clearly wanting the game to be over, giggled as she crossed her thigh over Sevika’s.

Your eyes honed in on that movement, your heart beating fast despite your brain's logic being steadfastly against it.

You leaned in, your eyelids low as you spoke in low tones, “maybe it’s just the universe’s way of bringing us together, Sevika. Or maybe I’m just that good.”

You exchange a look with Sevika, both of you frustratingly unaware of its meaning.

“I never got your name, love?” You asked the girl, your voice smooth as you held out your hand for her.

She looked at Sevika, searching for her permission, and she granted it, bouncing her thigh indiscreetly.

“Milan.” She smiled as she put her hand in yours.

You placed a chaste kiss on her soft knuckles, your thumb rubbing against the length of her middle finger,

“Sevika’s lucky charm, Milan.” You whispered to her, yet loud enough that Sevika could hear.

You could see from your peripheral that Sevika was burning a hole into your head, because god forbid another woman touches what’s hers for the night.

You knew full well, as did everyone else, that what was Sevika for the night was exclusively hers unless she said otherwise, but you liked to have a little fun on the dangerous side.

“I really hope you win for your sake, y/n.” She grumbled, taking a cigar out of her pocketbook, putting to her lips as she angled it to the already lit flame beside her.

She took a deep puff, blowing it out the side of her mouth as she looked at you with her stone cold eyes. In that moment you thought perhaps you had pushed it a little far, perhaps she’d kill you tonight, but you’d already done the damage now so, fuck it.

The final community cards are placed on the table: 8 of hearts, Ace of clubs, and King of diamonds.

The two of you glance at your cards, then back at each other waiting for a tell at the last chance.

“Are we still going or do you fold?” She asked, clearly confident in her hand.

You slid another couple coins into the middle, showing your confidence in silence. She looked at you for a moment, a sliver of doubt in her eyes only you noticed, she then added her coins in too.

By this point the mound of money on the table was nothing but a taunt to one another, neither of you really cared for it but the two of you loved to see each other writhing in your seats every time a coin was added to the pool.

Sevika placed her cards on the table for viewing.

“A royal fucking couple.” You murmured to yourself, taken aback, though you made an effort not to show it on your face.

You then reveal your cards, watching Sevika’s lips upturn at the sight.

“A straight draw, you better hope that holds up sweetheart.” She jeered.

You didn’t say a word, knowing anything you did say would hardly change the outcome of the game.

The entire room is silent waiting for the final card to be drawn, for the first time in this bar, the drinks had stopped being poured and cigars had laid dormant as the final card was revealed.

Queen of Spades.

“Shit.” You grumbled, your straight posture falling as you laid witness to your first loss in months.

Sevika grinned as she sat up, boastfully pulling her winnings closer to her side. The room erupted in ooo’s and ahh’s as the verdict was reached. Sevika had won, and you had lost.

You seethed in rage as you watched the pompous smile grow and grow on Sevika’s face as she collected her congratulations from around the room.

You stood up, not wanting to sit around for her appraisal any longer than you had. You headed straight for the door, your hand already reaching in your pocket for a well earned blunt.

You leaned against the front of the bar and sparked up, taking an inhale deeper than you’d ever taken before, feeling the smoke glide through your system and out again.

You knocked your head back against the wall, closing your eyes, filled with anger and embarrassment that you let your personal… feelings, fuck up your game, and your well earned winning streak. Most of all you were mad it had to be her.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkk!” You yelled out loud, every fibre of your being needing some form of release.

“Don’t beat yourself up sweetheart, I never lose.” A voice from the door spoke.

You rolled your eyes incredulously, as your head turned lazily towards her. You took another inhale of your blunt, blowing the smoke purposefully in her direction.

A cloud of smoke covered her face, which made you feel the slightest bit better, but as it dissipated the smile on her face returned you to that same pissed off mood.

“Good for you, Sevika.” You said very sarcastically.

“Thank you so much.” She replied with even more sarcasm, making you smile despite all the muscles in your face trying to deny it.

She stepped closer to you, hovering over you as she did the one night before. You craned your head to look at her as she looked down at you with her steely grey eyes. For a moment you didn’t share a word, only an exchange of looks between each other, the stubbornness in the two of you became increasingly frustrating.

“Sevika, what is this? What do you want?” You asked candidly.

She sighed slightly, averting her eyes from you, but it wasn’t the question that made her uncomfortable, it was the answer.

“What do you want me to say?” She said,

You furrowed your eyebrows, the blunt in your hand burning close to your fingers.

“I don’t know,” you put the blunt to your lips again, “we’ve spoken twice including right now, but I can’t shake this feeling I have.”

“And what f- feeling is that?” Her voice shook, the first time you’d ever known her to be anxious, even when you didn’t know her personally.

You turned your entire body to face her, causing her to turn her head to you again. She looked almost vulnerable, like whatever you might say would change the trajectory of her life.

So you didn’t say anything.

You pulled her into a kiss, a soft one, feeling her lips run warm over yours. She let you take the lead, her head following yours as you dove deeper into it, wanting to show her exactly what you’d been feeling.

She pulled away, keeping her face desperately close to yours,

“Oh,” she said, and that was all she said, taking your hand as she guided you back into the bar, the blunt dropping out of your hand.

You followed behind her silently, hoping that you hadn’t just ruined everything. Your eyes scanned the bar, half of the room looking curiously to the two of you, most thinking that this was the day you’d die, and you could understand that, given the determination plastered on her face as she manovered you through the crowd.

She took you upstairs, down the hall and into Silco’s office. You’d never been up there before, and as she opened the door, a green hue that emitted from the window flooded the room.

She led you in front of her as she closed the door behind the two of you. On the floor you could see shards of glass scattered everywhere, which you immediately linked to the fight earlier in the day.

You didn’t mention it though, a more pressing matter standing just a mere feet away from you. Your breaths became deeper as you watched her stand in front of your only exit, your hands clenched behind your back, suddenly missing the feeling of hers intertwined in yours.

She began making steps towards you, quickly closing the space between you.

“That feeling you’ve had ,” she started as her metal prosthetic rose to your chin, her shar talon gliding over its surface, “it’s not just you.”

You almost couldn’t believe her, you only knew what sencerity looked like when you were playing poker, this, whatever this was, was uncharted territory.

“What about when you said ‘girls like me always do’?”

She smiled, “I thought I knew what kind of person you were,” her talons vibrated as they traced the length of your neck, “but I clearly didn’t”

One of her talons toyed with the collar on your shirt, you keep your chin raised as she did so.

“I could see how jealous you were tonight of Milan, how much you were willing to destroy me, just to soothe your own ego.” She husked, laying out the harsh truth as she moved impossibly closer to you.

As her lips ghosted yours, your eyes fell shut, waiting for her to either kill you, or kiss you.

“You asked me what I want?” She whispered, her voice soft yet so strong.

You hummed as a response, unable to utter a word.

“I want you.” She admitted, taking your lips into hers as her talons ripped your shirt easily, revealing your lacy bra.

You took in a stout breath between the kissing, a cold breeze brushing against your clothed nipples.

She began, lowering herself down, still tracing your body with kisses, giving extra care to your breasts and stomach as she fiddled with your shorts, pulling them off quickly.

You stepped out of them, watching her as she looked up at you, hand wrapped around your thigh, with pure desire.

That arrogant smirk returned to her face as she lifted you with ease, causing you to yelp, carrying you to the velvet chaise lounge chair, laying you down against it.

She slotted her thigh between yours, opening you up to her, causing your back to arch against her knee wanting nothing more than relief from this tension.

Her arms locked in either side of your head as she pushed her knee against your clothed core, her eyes watching intently for your every reaction.

You looked up at her as your hips involuntarily cocked and drove down on her thigh, your eyes fluttering as your clit received bounds of stimulation from the layers of fabric.

“fuck yourself on my thigh, baby” she huffed, encouraging you to speed up as she inched her knee ever closer.

You followed her orders with pleasure, your breathy moans quickly became more guttural as you controlled your own pace and pleasure.

“Sevika,” you moaned, your mind and heart in unison for the first time since you met her.

“That’s right baby, say my name again.” She growled, aroused by your voice.

“Sevika!” You said again, with more conviction, pleased to make her know what it is that you want.

Pleased, she dipped her human hand between your thighs, moving your panties to the side, leaving your nakedness to rub against her, the fabric overstimulating you instantaneously.

Your breath shook as your hands moved to hold her wrists as you ground into her with vigour, not letting up as you chased that long sought after orgasm.

She leaned down to your ear, your mind reeling over the feeling of her soft lips pressing lazy kisses to your temple.

“I see you play,” she huffed through broken breaths, “I know you always get what you want,” her knee began sliding up and down your member, driving you crazy as you felt a warmth build in your stomach.

“You always win don’t you?” She asked, her question layered with so many meanings that you were dying to know.

“Yes, fuck,” you mumbled, your moans overtaking your words.

She chuckled in a low tone, “but tonight I won, didn’t I?”

Your eyes struggled to stay open but the cryptic messages kept them straining to stay agape, anticipating her next move.

“Mmhmm,” was all you managed, eagerly waiting for her point.

All of a sudden, she moved her knee away from you, your hips jerking up in reaction to the loss of sensation, eliciting a pathetic mewl from your mouth, which caught you by surprise, your eyes flying open, face still pressed against hers as she began a low chuckle at your desperation.

“I won tonight, let’s keep it that way huh?” She whispered, and you could hear the smug smile on her face.

She pulled back, kneeling against the couch as her hands freely roamed your body, tracing every inch of you.

Your eyes flickered between her face and hands, both of you watched each other as her finger traced against your naval, stopping just above your pubic mound.

Then she moved her hand so it was flat against you, her thumb toying with the hood of your clit. Your hips jerked again, your bud still sensitive and bordering on finishing.

You whined again, looking at her with complete desperation and frustration.

She leaned again into you, her hand still firmly against your bottom half, her lips skated yours as you chased them across your face. She immediately stopped you in your tracks, her metallic beast of a hand gripping your cheeks as she stared into your eyes with her steely grey pools.

“Did you think you were gonna win this easily?” She smirked, revelling in your want for her. She removed her hand from your clit, licking the excess juices that glistened against her digits, “You’re gonna have to work a lot harder for that, angel.”

She stood up soon after, gazing over your naked and spread form with lust, a part of her wanting to just take you now, but she held back.

you noticed her hand curl into a ball as she looked at you, but quickly relaxed as she caught your eye again.

She turned away from you and headed towards a wardrobe that sat in a dark corner of the room, pulling out an oversized shirt that belonged to her in a past life.

She threw it at you, moving to sit against the edge of the desk, watching you intently as you dressed yourself again, walking to the middle of the room to grab your shorts again.

She stood up as you had them over your calves, looping her fingers into the belt loops as she pulled them up the rest of the way for you, bringing her fingers dangerously close to your sensitivity as she zipped and buttoned you up again.

You looked at her, unable to find the words to describe the conflicting feelings you felt.

You couldn’t tell if she’d played you or if she was playing with you. You knew she had the upper hand when it came to whatever this was, purely because you didn’t know the rules. She was playing dirty and she wasn’t hiding it.

You stepped back from her, leaving a space between the two of you, which she seemed to find comical as she grinned at your stern expression.

You wanted to be mad, but you weren’t. The only thing you could think, was when the next time you’d see her would be, and when that time rolled around, you knew you were gonna win.

No matter what it took.

[sheislethal]

Ok, but what about Sevika with an s/o who's a singer at the borthel and obviously has to be very flirty and sexy so the public keep their attention on them. One day Sevika decides to watch and support her lover but didn't expect to feel so furious and jealous with everyone paying attention to her s/o, and if is ok please don't nsfw.

SEVIKA x reader (Third person pov)

WARNINGS: gn! reader, mature themes, generally sfw, cussing, etc

Notes: Everyone, feel free to read my book “Corrupt Me” on Wattpad! Just go to my bio and tap on the link, then go to Wattpad and you should see it. I also wrote this in super long acrylics, so the keys worked against me.

"Only Yours"

Friday night. Everyone in Zaun knew what that meant.

One of the Undercity's best singers, y/n, would be performing at the Last Drop.

They were known for their enchanting voice, sexy energy, and flirtatious nature when singing.

They drew quite the crowd. Some from Piltover even took the risk to come and listen to them sing.

Sevika knew how lucky she was, bagging someone as talented as y/n. She never quite had the time to sit down and watch her partner perform in her element, though.

She had made it her goal to take some time off to listen to her, and her goal had become a reality tonight.

Y/n was backstage in the bar, preparing for the show. The outfit that hugged their skin obviously had to be promiscuous. How else could you attract the attention of sixty percent of the crowd, which happened to be men?

Their hand's drug up their side, the rough red material of the sparkly dress was complimented by the dark makeup that coated y/n's face.

Y/n wasn't expecting Sev to be there tonight, considering she never was. They wished she would be, though. Despite the thousands of eyes that have watched them sing, their most cherished happened to be their partner's.

Sevika wasn't surprised to see the large crowd waiting in the Last Drop. Her partner was a sight to behold, and a voice to be exalted. Although she hadn't heard y/n sing in public, there had been plenty of times where she would have y/n sing to her in their apartment.

Sevika took a seat somewhere in the back, amidst the shadows. She inhaled her cigar and took in the dimming of the yellow lights. The bar now held a scarlet hue to set the mood.

The chattering of the crowd had died down, a queue that the highly awaited entertainment was about to grace everyone's presence.

Sevika's heartbeat picked up its pace when her grey eyes watched her lovely partner entering the small stage.

An absentminded smirk danced on her dark lips at the sight of y/n's attire. Y/n happily got consumed in the crowd's cheers and whistles. They were all for her.

They approached the microphone, and the music began to play. Almost immediately, y/n's hands met their hips and were seductively drug up their waist as they parted their blood-red lips.

"I put a spell on you." Their sultry, sinfully insinuating voice drifted through the bar like a dripping stream of honey.

"Because you're mine." A smirk found y/n's lips as the crowd shouted cheers of delight. Sevika suddenly remembered other people were also watching her partner, and her eyes suddenly narrowed.

This was y/n's job. She expected this kind of attention. That didn't mean she had to like it, though.

"You better stop the things you do. I tell you I ain't lyin'..." Y/n's eyes fluttered through the crowd slowly and purposefully. They made sure to maintain eye contact with her crowd for long periods of time before moving on to the next person.

"I ain't lyin'!" The beat dropped and y/n's hips started to sway with the music, creating a not-so-pg-13 array that drove the crowd wild.

"You know I can't stand it," Sevika glared around her at the crowd that grew a little too excited at her lover's performance. "You're runnin' around."

Y/n's eyes finally captured Sevika's and their eyebrows widened ever so slightly. "You know better, daddy. I can't stand it, cause you put me down."

Y/n was extremely taken-aback at their girlfriend's unexpected appearance, but they were definitely pleased.

Y/n decided to put a little more passion into their act, dipping down and proceeding to drag their hand up their exposed leg due to the dress's slit.

Whistles from both men and women filled Sevika's ears, and rage started to consume her body. She loved how y/n moved, but she despised the sinful eyes that watched her from all around.

"I put a spell on you, because your mine." Sev's fists tightened into balls as the cheers never waivered. She wasn't jealous. She was well-aware y/n was hers and hers alone, so why did this feel so much like jealousy.

Y/n's song soon came to an end, which earned them a standing ovation.

Sevika wasted no time in standing and pushing past the crowd, making a bee-line toward the backstage area.

She pushed past the velvet curtain and was met with y/n's excited face. "You came! What did you think? Was I good?"

Sevika's face was flat with a lingering slight glare. Y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion once their girlfriend merely grunted in reply.

"What's the matter? Did you not like it...?" Their voice sounded quiet and deflated from any previous joy.

Sevika avoided her lover's eyes and shrugged. She attempted to move past y/n, but they reached for her arm and halted her.

"Sev, I can see something's up. What's the matter?" Sevika turned her head around. "Nothing. I'm fine. Let's go home."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong." Y/n defiantly folded their arms together. Stubborn as ever, but that's why Sevika fell for them.

A sigh left her lips and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "It made me a little upset seeing everyone pay attention to you." She begrudgingly admitted.

A soft smile crossed over y/n's face. "You're jealous?"

"Absolutely not." Sevika countered defensively. Y/n's fingers found their girlfriend's bicep, and their scarlet nails trailed across her dark bronze skin.

"It's fine if you don't admit it. I already know the truth anyways." They tsked and wrapped their other arm around Sevika's shoulder.

Sevika's eyebrow quirked when her lover came up right beside her face. "I don't even pay attention to any of those people. They're just my paycheck." They started.

"I only really care about you, Sevika." Sevika's skin tingled as her partner's whisper landed right beside her ear. Y/n's nails drug down her arm. "They could never have me. I belong to you." They murmured comfortingly.

Sevika rolled her eyes and wrapped her arm around y/n's waist. "Alright, I get it. You don't gotta start seducing me." Her frown switched to a smirk and she quickly kissed her partner, who was now laughing.

"Just makin' sure we're on the same page." Y/n chuckled, and Sevika lead them both out of the bar through a backdoor.

[saviourofzaun]

HEADCANON: THE EYE OF ZAUN.

This headcanon is based on this post.

Silco and The Eye of Zaun are two 'different' beings. As seen in a brief shot in the show, Silco's influence stretches further than just being a kingpin, chem-baron, and industrialist who brought Zaun back on the map. Silco's influence, along with his sigil, has made people believe that the Eye of Zaun is a deity, a god that protects Zaun from the hardships of life, of Piltover. In the very beginning, this was something he was rather uncertain about. Fanatics that set up small shrines, and gave the shrines offerings:

Eyes.

It then clicked in his head. Silco the man, and The Eye of Zaun, were separate for these people. And that could come in handy for him, and His Cause. Silco began to feed into their fantasies, into their ideas, and began to play the telephone game: The Eye of Zaun either praising, or condemn their actions. The cult began to grow as Zaun began to grow as an enterprise.

Silco has always been rather preachy. Thus, he would preach his word, as The Eye of Zaun. His indoctrination began, in a way to push back against those who opposed his ideas and his ruling, without really lifting a finger. He realised that he had to act into their fantasy, and would 'stand up' against the fanatics, becoming the 'infidel', all the while he was the leader of the cult. I've written this earlier, but I will state the following once again:

The unknown demands power, and he plays in favour of that.

He plays with the fanatics in a way that can benefit him, the Cause, and the 'absolute' power as The Eye of Zaun. He plays into their fantasy, whilst keeping them in check. He creates a separate image of the deity they worship and him, even if people do suspect him to be The Eye of Zaun, due to his eye and all. Though, people could also see that as the ultimate 'sacrifice' he has given to the Eye of Zaun, since it requires the eyes of others. Plus, people are too afraid of the Chem-Baron Silco to even dare and ask if he is, no matter if they suspect it or not.

The cult does provide him with an income, since donations are made by several people once in a while. He uses this money for projects, to pump it into Zaun. So, rather than keeping it in his own pocket, he does use the money for something good. He is a lot, but he's not a thief of his own people.

With the rise of the Eye of Zaun, his title spread over to Piltover. It had the effect wished for: Besides Enforcers being bought, those who weren't bought stayed out of the City of Iron and Glass, and the Council pulled their hands slowly away from the sister city that hid in the dark; In fear of the monster lurking within. This is what Silco had planned for all this time. To bare his teeth, growl, and stalk those who did not belong in his territory. And he could all do this, by just whispering preaches in the ears of his believers, all the while staying anonymous.

Now, how does the cult look like? Is it a peaceful cult? No. It's not. However, there is a spectrum of severity of violence. You have the simple fisherfolk who seek refuge, and solace in the idea of a protective being, watching over them. And then you have the fanatics, who will seek justice in their god's name. Those are the ones who built up the shrines, built up the statues, and created the offering of eyes. The others followed in their step. Silco did nothing in that regard. He sat back, and watched how it unravelled, all the while he whispered some words here and there from the dark.

Did Silco ever intent to create a cult? No. However, it does fit his narrative, and his plan. And thus, he utilises the idea of the cult, and sends the fanatics out to do his bidding. He won't trust their judgement blindly, since he is very aware that these people are fanatic in their belief system. But, that doesn't mean he cannot carefully play them around, like pawns in a chess game. He will always remain in the shadows, and play his part as both deity Eye of Zaun, and as the chem-baron Silco. However, one quote is applicable in this situation, which fits Silco's characterisation, and his way of thinking:

“Amateurs chase the sun and get burned. Power stays in the shadows.” — Lewis Strauss (Oppenheimer, 2023).

[goddessofroyalty]

Prompt (form fic comment):  What if Jayce and Viktor coupled together briefly/sporadically after Viktor leaves and Viktor finds out that he’s pregnant in Zaun? Viktor being less inclined to fight because he’s carrying and maybe Jayce having a suddenly more protective bearing towards the machine herald he can’t explain. Viktor would probably perform surgery on himself but I also enjoy another idea where Viktor himself doesn’t know/no longer thought he was capable and it takes him by surprise. Maybe Viktor shows up to Jayce in Piltover convinced he’s dying and Jayce has to coach him through a birth neither of them know is happening.

I kind of stripped the omegaverse out of this by mistake…  

Tags: mpreg, childbirth

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 A groan comes from Jayce’s lab. One that strikes a cord in his memories and he knows, if he was as intelligent as people believe he is, should cause him to not approach without backup. It too likely to be a trap or some kind of sick game on Viktor’s part.

He does at least approach cautiously. Staying low and sticking to the outer edge of the lab until he identifies where Viktor is in it.

Viktor is near the center. Collapsed in a chair with his mask abandoned on the bench next to it. His hands hanging to the sides as a pained hissed fills the air.

It could still be a trap.

“What are you doing here Viktor?” Jayce asks. Straightening up as he goes to Viktor’s side. If it is a trap than Viktor can have his cowardly win.

Viktor’s eyes jolt at the words and quickly find Jayce. There is no triumphant glee in them just pain and caution.

“Jayce,” Viktor says, his voice weak and rough, “I think I’m dying.”

“I thought your Glorious Evolution was to make that impossible.” What had started as a means to escape his illness had turned into an obsession on Viktor’s part. An attempt to make the perfect body impervious to illness or aging even at the cost of his humanity.

“It was,” Viktor says with a hiss that turns into a groan. His head tipping back as his body tenses. “But this pain – it is so much and I cannot find the source.”

Jayce doesn’t think for a second of leaving Viktor like this even if it would solve more than a few of his problems.

“Am I allowed to see if I can figure it out?” he asks because he does consider how Viktor will otherwise use it as another crime Jayce committed against him if he does not. And if not for how clearly unfocused he is Jayce would fear a laser to the face if he tried to approach Viktor without explicit permission.

“Why else would I be here?” Viktor snarls. They both choose to ignore the unspoken implication of it – Jayce is the only person Viktor trusts like this. The only person he’s allowed to see him weak and scared.

“I don’t know why you do most of what you do these days.” The Viktor Jayce knew has been a thing of the past for years now.

Viktor doesn’t respond to that. Staring off into the lab as Jayce kneels in front of him and gently parts his shirt so he can see Viktor’s chest better. Removing the guard-plate to reveal not the wires he had expected but flesh littered with scares – evidence of their battles and the surgeries Viktor performed on himself in his quest for a better body.

“Where does it hurt?” Jayce asks as he tries not to let the flesh throw him off guard. What does it matter that Viktor is still warm under his touch?

What does it matter that Jayce didn’t realize it until then despite the two of them having fallen into metaphoric bed with each other too many times over the years despite their claims of being enemies.

“My stomach,” Viktor says. “I fear something has corroded. Ah- fuck-“

Jayce spares the question of what exactly Viktor expected him to do if one of his inventions was corroding inside him? Only a moment before a more terrifying observation hits him. The pains have a pattern to the – intense waves that have Viktor tensing and swearing that give way to only a general discomfort.

“Viktor,” he says, mouth dry. He ignores the tired, sweaty glare it earns him. “I- could you be pregnant?”

The timeline lines up to Jayce’s rough dating of the last time they proved everyone who believed their intelligence wrong and that hate can be so close to lust that you can lose yourself in the heat of battle and find yourself in a battle of tongues not weapons. And Viktor had been hidden for months, something Jayce had taken to mean the Machine Herold was plotting something big.

“What!?” Viktor snaps but his eyes go wide as he likely runs the same evidence Jayce did through. Rage overtaking his expression as he comes to the same hypothesis.

“You did this to me,” he snarls. “Was this the plan all along to incapacitate me with your child? To have me crawling back to you because of them?”

“How the fuck could I have planned this? I assumed you would have taken it all out by now.” It would make sense – those organs served little purpose overall. And Viktor had gotten so good at shedding anything he thought he didn’t need anymore.

“Of course you did. Because that is what would be most convenient for you!”

Another wave of pain comes to end Viktor’s scathing judgement.

Another contraction.

And yelling at each other really isn’t helping the situation.

“Please just tell me you haven’t modified yourself down there too much.” Who knows if the baby is going to be able to come out the usual way if Viktor has gone at modifying it with the same zeal he did everything else. And Jayce really doesn’t want to have to learn how to perform a c-section right now.

“Why don’t you tell me? You were the last one down there?”

It had felt achingly familiar when they had apparently conceived this child. So much like before things went to shit and they found themselves on different sides of the battleground. Like a memory haunting Jayce’s dreams.

“I wasn’t exactly paying attention at the time.”

The huff Viktor gives at it is filled with disgust and judgement.

“No,” Viktor says after a moment of judgmental silence. “I have not modified down there.”

“Okay.” So it’s just getting a baby out the normal way then. A field of medicine neither of them could exactly claim expertise in. “I guess we’re having a baby then.”

Viktor hangs his head back and mutters that he shouldn’t have come to Jayce for help.

Somehow that hurts more than any of the barbed words he’s thrown at Jayce over the years.

“I could leave,” Jayce says, which has Viktor’s head snapping back up. Gold eyes staring at him. “Or call a doctor.”

“No. I will not have some Piltite doctor touch me or my modifications.”

But he is fine with Jayce doing exactly that. Jayce who understands enough of the principles Viktor worked on to be able to possibly reverse-engine what he has done to himself.

Viktor lets out a hiss and the arm attached to his back suddenly comes to life. Jayce having to duck as it swings a wide circle around Viktor.

“You’re going to have to turn that thing off,” Jayce says with a nod to it once Viktor seems present again.

Viktor gives a small nod. Grunting as he sits up. Fingers slipping under the armor at the top of his chest, fiddling with something before the arm falls limply down.

Jayce knows he shouldn’t watch. Viktor would hate for his enemy to know how to disable his weapon.

He justifies it as out of concern – merely monitoring the signs of labor. Not that they will change anything.

Viktor grunts as he collapses back against the chair. Eyes scanning the lab lazily.

“Is there somewhere else we can go?” he asks quietly.

Yes, a hospital Jayce wants to reply but he knows better than to.

“Uh, my office I guess.” Jayce doesn’t know how he would even begin to explain if somewhere were to see him with his supposed greatest enemy, who is clearly in pain, making their way through the streets of Piltover towards somewhere like Jayce’s home and not a cell. “The couch is still in there.”

The couch had been there before they had. An old tattered thing that Jayce still couldn’t justify replacing.

Viktor gives him another unimpressed look. Which Jayce is getting a bit sick of if he is being honest. None of this is in his field of knowledge and he would be in every right to just call a doctor to deal with it and return to his actual plans for the night.

It is partially his fault Viktor is in the situation. And he knows better than possibly anyone how much Viktor values his autonomy.

“I suppose it will do,” Viktor says, pushing himself up from the chair with a pained groan.

Jayce wants to help. But he knows it will only be met with bitter words from Viktor.

He moves without thinking when Viktor lets out a hiss and doubles over his stomach. Catching Viktor against his chest and holding him as he groans.

“I will find a way to give you the pain I am feeling,��� Viktor promises against Jayce’s chest even as his hands remain bunched in his own clothes and not Jayce’s.

“Of course you will.” If anyone could figure out how to make someone unable to become pregnant experience the pains of labor it would be Viktor.

Eventually the stiffness leaves Viktor’s frame and he leans limp against Jayce.

“I should never have let you fuck me,” Viktor says.

Jayce should never have fucked Viktor. Not once they were enemies and everything became as complicated as it had.

“We cannot change the past.” No matter how many times Jayce wishes he could.

Viktor gives a little snort at it, drawing himself off Jayce to stand almost straight.

“No, we can’t,” he says, staring at Jayce with his new eyes that Jayce still hasn’t learned how to read. “If you do not relocated now your lab will likely end up contaminated.”

It’s probably a weird thing to fixate on but it is so Viktor that somehow it calms Jayce’s nerves. Viktor is strong. Far stronger than most think he is. He will be fine.

Jayce gestures for Viktor to lead the way because he knows where the office is as well as Jayce. Jayce following behind numbly trying not to think of the last time Viktor had been there – the supportive words between them turning into accusatory yelling.

Viktor scans the room when they reach it. Jayce unable but to wonder what is going through his head at it.

“We should probably get you undressed.” Don’t want clothes getting in the way of the baby coming out.

Viktor once again gives him a glare at it before hissing. Bracing against the armrest of the couch as he rides through the contraction.

“That is probably wise,” he admits once the pains have passed.

Jayce stands frozen in place until Viktor raises an eyebrow at him.

“Uh- do you want help?” Jayce doesn’t know if his help or touch is wanted or would be appreciated. Has a voice in his head that, with an undercity accent, says he’s helped enough by getting Viktor pregnant in the first place.

He almost backtracks when Viktor glares at him again before slumping.

“If you would,” Viktor mutters.

“Of course.”

Viktor undoes his pants himself, pushing them down his legs where Jayce helps tugs them off.

This close in the well-lit office Jayce can see the details of Viktor’s work on himself. Can see where the metal connects to flesh and the glow of the Hex-tech Viktor has used to power it all. Can see the parts still cobbled together into something that merely works and what parts have been refined into a more efficient design.

“If you are done trying to find my weaknesses.”

“I wasn’t-“ Jayce defends, looking up to meet Viktor’s assessing gaze.

“I don’t want to listen to your excuses,” Viktor says. “Help me get into a better position.”

That apparently just means letting Viktor brace against him as Viktor settles onto the couch, sitting up against the armrest with the cushions shoved under his hips.

“I think I have some medical gloves in the lab,” Jayce says because that’s surely something they should have if this is going to happen. This certainly not what he had in mind that he would be using them for when he first got them.”

“No time,” Viktor says.

“What do you mean?” He’s pretty sure Viktor said no time which means this is happening even faster than he thought it would.

“I said no fucking time,” Viktor hisses before letting out a pained whimper. “Ngh- it hurts.”

“I- shit- okay,” Jayce says, moving to sit on his knees next to the couch. “You just got to keep breathing. Just focus on your breathing.”

He doesn’t need Viktor’s laughter to know how ridiculous he sounds. But this is hardly something he has the most experience with and he’s trying here!

“I am breathing just fine,” Viktor says, because his is proud of his mechanical lungs. “Perhaps you should worry more about your flesh lungs. You cannot seem to catch your breath.”

“This isn’t exactly a situation I have had to deal with before.” And that was just having to help someone birth without adding in that it is his former lover, current enemy, and sometimes fuck-buddy.

“It is not something I have done before either,” Viktor reminds. His head falling back as he lets out another pained grunt.

Viktor sits up after the contraction passes. One of his hands reaching between his legs as the other awkwardly keeps himself balanced.

Jayce watches not knowing what he can do to help or even if he would be wanted.

“They are right there,” Viktor says as he pulls his hand away, letting it drop on the couch.

It takes a second for Jayce to realize what the words mean. Another to realize what it means Viktor must have felt.

“Was it weird to feel?” Jayce asks before he can stop himself.

The look Viktor gives him is unimpressed.

“I regularly perform surgery on myself. I have replaced my own organs.”

“But that’s different.” That’s Viktor consciously making changes to himself. Not feeling an unplanned baby’s head between his thighs.

“It is,” Viktor concedes as his face pulls taught again and he lets out a guttural pained sound before panting. “But not that much.”

Viktor looks at Jayce with pain-filled, desperate eyes. Sweat coating his brow.

He looks like he did back when he was dying. As their options had dried up before them and Viktor decided to go down the dangerous path he did under Jayce’s nose. Saving himself at the cost of his humanity and their partnership.

This isn’t as dire, Jayce reminds himself. And he will stay by Viktor’s side as long as Viktor allows it.

Viktor lets out another pained noise and he reaches between his legs again before letting out a curse.

“I need-“ Viktor starts before gritting his teeth with a groan.

“What do you need?” Jayce asks. Sitting closer to Viktor but not daring to touch him.

“Something to wrap them in,” Viktor manages to get out.

“I’ll-“ Jayce starts, only to be grabbed by his collar and pulled close by Viktor.

“I will find a way to make you feel this pain,” Viktor promises again. Even more determined than the last time.

Jayce will have to be extra careful not to become the Machine Herald’s captive going forward.

“I need to get something to wrap them in,” Jayce reminds when Viktor’s grip doesn’t let him go.

Viktor twists away as his hand drops from Jayce’s collar.

“I will be right back,” Jayce promises.

He’s pretty sure he hears a quiet hurry escape Viktor as he leaves.

Jayce doesn’t dare go far. Still listening for any sign Viktor needs him back urgently as he tries to find something suitable and clean to wrap the baby in. Wrap his baby, who is currently being born in his office, in.

He can panic about it later.

He settles on a coat of his that had been recently dry cleaned after wine had been spilled on it at an event. Hopefully that means it is clean enough.

When he returns to Viktor it is clear his former partner is in pain. His hand gripping onto the couch actively crushing it with his enhanced strength as his spine curls in a way Jayce would never have thought it capable of.

“I will kill you for this,” Viktor promises. “But first I will make you feel this pain I am in. For what you have done to me.”

“If I had of known this would happen I wouldn’t have done it.” He doesn’t want to be here anymore than he’s sure Viktor does.

Jayce expects a rebuttal.

Instead he only hears a pained whine.

“Vik?”

Viktor’s teeth are clenched when Jayce looks up to him for some guidance on what he should do.

“Don’t just stand there, catch them!” Viktor snarls.

“I- right.”

It’s weirdly awkward to do, catching his child and wrapping the tiny baby in the coat. Jayce is sure it is something that is going to haunt his dreams for years. He tries not to think about how much worse it is from Viktor’s perspective.

“It’s a girl,” Jayce manages, handing the bundled newborn over to Viktor who takes her with too cautious arms and unsure, tired eyes.

It’s a picture Jayce used to think about when they were partners. Always something for the far future – one day creating a family with Viktor and all that came with it. Creating life together like they had their inventions. A mini them that he had hoped would take after Viktor’s smarts and smile.

It’s a picture he had tried not to think about after Viktor went to Zaun and the Machine Herald born. Just another part of their partnership abandoned.

If he told himself even a week ago it’s a picture he would live to see he wouldn’t believe it. Their relationship too broken.

“Are you going to take her?” Jayce isn’t so foolish to believe this will fix things between them. And he doesn’t have it in him to chase Viktor down to tear his child from his arms. Not unless there really was no humanity left in his former partner.

“I-“ Viktor starts, watching their daughter instead of meeting Jayce’s eyes. He slumps back with a wince and a groan. “I am in too much pain to, uh, to think about going anywhere.”

“Of course,” Jayce says. Viktor looks exhausted. Not as bad as he had after some of their battles but it is a lot further for him to drag himself back to Zaun from here, especially without any of his supporters.

This is hardly the best place for him to rest.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Jayce doesn’t exactly know where he could take Viktor. Nor how he would get both him and a baby there.

“This is fine,” Viktor says, shifting painfully so he is more fully on the couch itself. Jayce doesn’t dare think about the fluids it must be soaked in other than that it will need to be disposed of now. “I have slept in worse places before.”

So has Jayce but that doesn’t stop a part of him from feeling like it is his failure that Viktor has to.

He looks around to find the blanket he uses when he sleeps on the couch after working too late, covering Viktor’s legs in it before going to leave.

He’ll sleep in the lab. In case Viktor gets any ideas about stealing something when he leaves. Not because he might need Jayce in the night.

“Jayce,” Viktor says and Jayce stops dead in his tracks. When he turns around Viktor refuses to meet his eyes instead staring down at their child. “Eh, it does not matter. You can go.”

Jayce nods but can’t actually bring himself to leave.

“If I sleep here will I wake up to your claw aimed at my face?”

The sound Viktor makes at the question is similar to a laugh.

“No you will not,” Viktor says with a small shake of his head. “I do not think I could reach to reconnect it.”

Jayce almost offers to do it for him before he remembers how dangerous Viktor is with it.

“I do not want your help either,” Viktor says apparently knowing what Jayce was thinking. “For all your so-claimed intelligent you have no survival instinct. That has been stubbornly true of you since I first met you.”

Jayce rolls his eyes at it rather than taking the bait. He, at least, is too tired to argue.

“Go to sleep,” he says as he tries to get himself comfortable on the floor. It might not be the worst place he’s slept but it’s still a far cry from his bed.

Viktor gives an unimpressed huff. But when no snarky comment follows Jayce figures he must have listened. Or exhaustion finally got to him.

As Jayce goes to sleep himself he wonders if Viktor will still be there when he wakes up.

[inari-zaheer]

oki oki oki what if?? instead of being Silco's right hand, Sevika decided to be a brothel madame?? she's running a business either way, so any headcanons you might have on this? Or maybe Grayson dumping enforcement life to run a brothel..? I'm sorry, buff women make me melt 🥺🥺❤️

My friends and I were joking about this the other day, now I'm genuinely curious. It's fine if you don't feel comfortable writing about this, I completely understand

A/N:Hey guys, so first of all y’all deserve an explanation, i stoped writing because i got two jobs and got on college, so sadly i didn’t had time to do what i love most, that is writing, but now as i’m only in one job and college i wanna start doing it again, sadly i will empty my inbox first as i’m not inspired to do Arcane fics anymore (this was written a long time ago) , so they’ll be open in no time, thanks for the ones who stayed and waited❤️

tw:Mild nsfw

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Sevika

Ok so, I can definitely see Sevika wanting to run a brothel cause 1-she wanted to help the girls in need of a job in Zaun, and 2-to work with what she loves the most ✨women✨

She probably got the offer from Babette, as she wanted to retire but also give her business to someone she knew she could trust

Even if she didn’t work for Silco she’d still be one of the most feared person in the Undercity

Wouldn’t let anyone treat her girls badly, no matter who it was nor the paycheck

Let’s just say some people showed up dead in the alley behind the brothel after doing so

She would definitely do one of those big orgy rooms and put an almost throne looking chair and just watch every night the activity’s

She says is for the safety of the girls and boys but come on, we know what she’s really there for

She also likes to have her time with the girls, but they love their boss so everyone’s happy

She definitely uses the brothel to do some undercover stuff, but nothing that would affect the workers

Overall great boss and great business manager

Grayson

At first she never thought of giving up on her enforcer job to do anything else

But it was because of said job that she changed career paths

on an undercover mission

And she had to make up a perfect excuse to why one of the most prestigious enforcers was in the depths of the undercity just doing whatever

She chose this line of work to be undercover cause besides being a business where she could get many information, she couls also help the people that were going to work there, making it a safe environment for them

But after a few months it just got to a point where she longed more to be running the brothel than going to her office, so one day she just decided that she could do much more for the Zaunites while working there than what she could do in Piltover

She's the kindest boss ever, always worried about her worked on multiple ways

Also giving them self defense classes just for safety

Would think that partaking in relations with the workers is wrong, but after a while and a good talk with them she realized that as long as everyone was fine with it it was ok