#Arcane Fanfiction

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[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello! I adore your writing. Can I request a fic with female arcane characters when they have a touch starved gf? (Definitely asking for a friend ahah 😅)

RAHHH. ARCANE LADIES LETS GOOO. tbh, im not that in tune with Mel and Sevika as characters so they may be OOC. Thanks for requesting!

Arcane Ladies w/A Touch-Starved Reader | Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Sevika with a touch-starved lover and/or discovering said trait.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended (Kinda?), Suggestive Themes (Mel/Sevika), Not Proofread, Short

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

- In a romantic setting (or really any setting), Jinx is touch-starved herself.

- when taking hostages or messing with those in her way, she will often touch them such as stroking her nail along their jawline or grabbing their chin when they're hurt and on their last limb.

- now she does this not because she's a bit insane and wants to add salt to their wounds but because she's curious. "What would this feel like?" "What would happen if I do this?"

- Much like most things in her life, curiosity is the main thing that gets her into trouble

- in terms of touching, you're not exempt from her touching curiosity.

- she'll drag her nails along your spine. cup your cheek and chin, and squeeze you like the baby you are to her.

- it's not until you linger after a hug that she notices your touch-starved like her

– since that moment, she made a mental note to cuddle you, kiss you, or poke at you more

– even if you tell her to stop annoying you or that she should focus on her work and not mess with you, she'll continue to poke and hold you.

– why? well because you're smiling through your complaints and she can't get over that smile you try to hide when you let yourself melt in her touch

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VI ﾒ

– much like her sister, Vi is touch-starved herself.

– y'all saw how she acted with Caitlyn and when she reunited with Jinx. She was all OVER them. With you, she's the exact same

– With her, you're more reluctant with touch. You want to hug her, cuddle with her, cling onto her like the clingy thing you are but you're scared to.

– you didn't grow up in an environment where that was normalized so it was out of your comfort zone to go out and cling to someone.

– in the beginning of your relationship, Vi was touchy until she noticed you weren't super comfortable with it.

– when she noticed, she had a discussion with you. – "Hey, are you comfortable with me hugging you 'n stuff? I noticed you get kinda tense when I first hug you." She'll ask you on a random night in the living room. You were hesitant at first, wanting to immediately ease her insecurities and tell her everything was fine.

– But if you lied, even if the lie was more a half-truth, your initial reaction to her touch would be the same. Tense at first then ease seconds into the touch.

– So, because you couldn't do anything but bite the bud, you told her

– Since telling, Vi said she'll help you work on getting more comfortable with touch.

– She'll even tease you when she notices you're more hesitant than normal.

– "Oh, come on," she'll tease you with her arms squeezing around your torso and your cheeks smushing to another. "You know you love it! Ease up, Mufifn."

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CAITLYN ᯓ

- With Caitlyn, you literally CANNOT get off of her. Can't blame you though.

- 6' foot something to cling onto? YUM.

- Caitlyn didn't mind your touchiness. She assumed you were that way so she didn't think anything of it.

- It wasn't until she met your family that she saw that your touchy side is something you keep hidden from your family, if not the world.

- You were so stiff around them, uncomfortable dare she say. You kept to yourself, restricted that pretty smile of yours, and you wouldn't let yourself ease into her touch.

- At home, she brought this up to you and you told her that being affectionate wasn't something your family did. To them, holding each other, hugging, expressing hellos and goodbyes with kisses was weird. Unfortunately for you, you're a naturally touchy person so you had to keep that part of you concealed.

- Caitlyn didn't like the thought of you hiding yourself from your blood kin. You didn't deserve that treatment so at home, after the event, Caitlyn went out of her way to be more touchy with you.

- she cradled your head when cuddling on the couch, gave you kisses on the cheek, and when she complimented you on something or congratulated you, she kissed the top of your head while giving you a polite squeeze.

– being super-duper-mushy-gushy-affectionate wasn't something she wasn't used to but she'll do anything for you. Plus, a couple extra kisses and squeezes haven't killed her yet.

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MEL౨ৎ

- You didn't care about touch all that much before your relationship with Mel. At the start of your relationship, you and Mel were younger so you had fewer responsibilities. All your free time, literally all of it, you guys spent with each other

- walking arm-in-arm while shopping, resting on each other on hot Summer days with your feet in a body of water, and mindlessly playing with each other's clothes or hair during late-night talks.

- but as she got busier, you saw her less, and seeing her less meant fewer touches.

- Mel wouldn't call herself touch-starved but starved for your touch.

– She'll miss your lingering touches on her fingers while you lay in bed, your lips on her back as you held each other, and your face in the crook of her neck.

– In a way, you both were touch-starved for each other. Maybe even a different word but this is a PG-13 space LMAO.

– at night, you would wrap your limbs around her tight and in the morning, you'd cling even tighter. What do you mean it's time for her to go already? She just got in bed!! (it's been 7 hours.)

– with Mel, your touch-starving-ness doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, whenever there's a time she notices you're more touchy than normal, she'll make it up to you

– And you never once complained about her way of making it up to you.

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SEVIKA ⚠︎

- oh lord, where do i start with this one, hm?

– One, Sevika loves the crap out of your touch-starved-ness. She won't admit this out loud but she thinks its the cutest thing in the world.

- She'll see you go in for a hug or maybe a wrap around her arm but then decide against it because of your own insecurities.

- Sometimes she'll take matters into her own hands and wrap her arm around you, pull you into her lap, or sneak a kiss on your cheek but other times she likes to make you suffer.

– "Mm, what was that?" she'll tease with a smirk on her lips. "Oh, did you want to hug me? Kiss me? Cling onto me or something?"

- Tbh, if you're with Sevika, you gotta be a little bit of a brat, right? right. So, you'll refuse the allegations she put on your name.

- That is until she pushes and pushes and boom. Like a perfectly boiled egg, your shell has been cracked and peeled, and the softness of your personality has been brought to light.

– with embarrassment plastered along your body and face, you'll do what you were too shy to before. (Cling, hug, kiss, etc).

- Sevika plays a big game but she loves it when you cling to her because just like you, she's a bit touch-starved too. The only touches she gets on a day-to-day basis are punches, kicks, etc.

- When you swallow your pride at home, you'll pull her down to your chest and hold her tight. She'll ask what's up but you'll just ignore her and she'll melt into your body like you intended.

WC: 1,229

[redr0sewrites]

Viktor general romance hcs!

🥀A/n: HES SO POOKIE I LOVE HIM‼️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, slight angst if u squint, switch!viktor

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

this man is such a workaholic, he genuinely never thought that he would fall in love

viktor is very inexperienced in the romance department, so he's definitely a little awkward at first

once he's close with someone, he definitely starts to open up to them a lot more! he'd really appreciate a partner that he can have deep, philosophical conversations with and definitely asks for your opinion on a lot of things

your a very valuable person in his life, and viktor makes sure that you know that. while he may not be great with words, his actions show that he truly cares for you

while he may not admit it, viktor loves when you complete acts of service for him or help him at all. he loves when you visit him in the lab and bring him some coffee, it always makes his day

because he works so much and spends so much time in the lab, viktor will often invite you to join him there. you two often spend hours together, just sitting in near-silence and working in tandem. viktor would love it if you got along well with jayce (and sky too but mostly jayce), you are his favorite people and he would love it if you all got along

viktor isn't the most cuddly person in the world, but he makes some exceptions for you! after a long day, he loves just melting into your embrace and having you play with his hair. viktor would spend hours just laying in your lap and rambling about hextech if he could

he's not big on pda, but he loves holding your hand. viktor holds your hand anywhere and everywhere, he always wants you as close to him as possible and he'll sometimes trace words into the back of your hand with his thumb when you are asleep. before he said "i love you" out loud, viktor probably traced it against your skin at least a million times.

viktor prefers to stay in for dates, and definitely enjoys staying up late with you. idk if they have television in the world of arcane, but it seems a little shocking that they can have giant magical teleportation portals and literal magic orbs and magic flying blimps and body enhancing drugs but haven't created a tv. so like. lets just pretend they do have television. cuz if they do, than you and viktor DEFINITELY have movie marathons and movie nights together

he loves making you little trinkets and gifts!!! whenever there is extra material leftover at the lab, viktor's first thought is to make something for you! he once made you an entire bouquet of fake flowers out of scrap metal, and told you that he would love you until the flowers withered (it would never wither cuz its made of metal ☹️). your home is practically overflowing with these little trinkets, but you REFUSE to get rid of any of them (i think i saw the flower scenario on a tiktok, but URGRHRHRH i wanna write it so... if anyone is interested... 😇)

honestly, the best time spent with viktor is in the comfort of your own home. you have a very domestic relationship, and he likes sitting with you in comfortable silence.

he'll call you pet names in zaun, even before you two are together😭

overall, viktor is genuinely such a sweetheart once he trusts you and will stay by your side no matter what

nsfw:

SWITCH LEANING SUB 🫵🫵🫵

because of his leg and overall sickness, viktor definitely prefers simpler positions that don't require a lot of physical stress

he likes having you on top of him so that he doesn't have to put pressure on his knee, and he definitely prefers not having to push himself too hard

i'd say his favorite positions would probably be you riding him, sitting on his face, lotus position, and maybe 69 or missionary too (but the last two are only on good days when he isn't in too much pain)

at first, viktor was insecure about sleeping with you because he genuinely does not think very highly of himself and didn't want you to think that he was weak or ugly :( please reassure him

ON THAT TOPIC!!! PRAISE!!!!!!

praise is literally SO important to him, while it is one of his kinks i genuinely think he appreciates it outside of the bedroom as well.

lots and lots of communication. "is this ok", "can i touch you here", type of stuff. he's very gentle with you, and obviously you are with him as well

because he wears his leg brace literally all the time, viktor has a handful of bruises and scars from the brace rubbing against his skin 24/7 (idk if he sleeps w it on tbh- im assuming not but u get the point) and he can be a little insecure about them. PLEASE kiss them and show his body a lot of affection in general

viktor isn't super vocal at first, but once he trusts you he lets out the neediest whines and moans. he curses a lot under his breath, and he has a verrryyyyy pretty fucked-out expression.

this man is a switch 100%. most of the time he subs and bottoms, but sometimes he'll dom from the bottom and very occasionally he'll dom from on top. when he's a sub i definitely see him as, like, the male version of a pillow princess. he definitely just wants to lay back and get taken care of, and will get very pouty if you do not do so. he loves being pampered and praised and he's SOOO sensitive when he's subbing. when he's in a more dominant mood, i see him getting off on your pleasure a lot more than his own. he loves fingering you, and definitely loves overstimulating you

viktor loves being marked and also marking you. he bites down on your shoulder a lot to muffle his moans, and he loves giving you hickeys. i genuinely think that's another one of his kinks as well

TOYS!!! im sorry but this man definitely has an extensive collection of sex toys you can't tell me im wrong bc im not. he isn't inexperienced by any means, but he probably got a lot of toys over the years because he just didn't really have that many partners and just wanted to try a bunch of things on his own yk? anyways, he fucking LOVES using them on you and teasing you mercilessly is definitely part of your guys' foreplay

this man has the most gorgeous hands and definitely puts them to good use‼️ you cannot tell me viktor does not have amazingly skilled hands bc your wrong. he literally does jayce told me

i don't think he's super vanilla but i also don't think he's into like SUPER hardcore bdsm? i think it would intrigue him but he's probably the type to be into what you are into and if you want to try something new, he's more than willing (as long as its safe. either of you getting seriously hurt is a major nono for him). that being said, i don't think he'd mind being handcuffed or experimenting a bit with shibari, but you guys DEFINITELY have a safeword. like even if you have 100% vanilla soft sex he still establishes a safeword with u and makes sure your comfortable.

overall, his kinks include: praise (giving and receiving), little bit of edging (receiving), overstimulation (only giving), marking, and kind of a wildcard but also maybe somnophilia. like he would NOT complain about waking up to head lmao- he's def the type to have wet dreams i want to write this omg

i am so! tired!!! still feeling very crappy but i am pushing through my classes until the end of the year 😭 i am so close and yet so far 🙂‍↕️

ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ARCANE REQUESTS!!! ive also been on a huge jayce x viktor streak lately? im not usually a big shipper but their dynamic intrigues me. i want to put them in a jar together and shake them around a bit. but yea i love them both!!!

[mypussytasteslikeharibo]

Tight plans

Summary: Viktor buys Reader a nice little (lacy) present. They discover it while Viktor is still working hard at the lab. Maybe they put it on to see if it fits.

No gendered pronouns used for reader. Afab reader. Not proof read, no guarantee for quality oops

Notes: I'll probably do a part two, depending on how fucked my time management and sleep schedule is going to be the following week. Sorry about the language, I'm not a native speaker. My English professor would be disappointed at my use of inverted sentence structures. I'm sorry. You'll see me again next semester still. Anyway, have fun everyone! Hope you'll never be able to wear tights again :)

It's not unusual for Viktor to be home late from the lab. He's always working hard, that's what you love about him. His attitude towards his passion and his great mind to match it make him as endearing as he's always been to you.

What IS unusual though is the present sitting on your bed. No special occasion. Did you forget your own birthday? No. You might be getting slower but not that slow. Maybe it's meant for someone else. But you throw that idea out of the window as you're holding a small card in your hands, spelling out your name and signed by your loved one with a Love, Viktor.

Well. As it's not an anniversary, and there's not been any big, big news about his or your work either, you decide to just open it. If it was a bomb then Viktor probably had his reasons to blow you up anyway.

You unravel the bow on top of the golden present, hands slightly shaking in anticipation. You wonder what could be inside? Maybe it's the earrings you've looked at longer than necessary at the shop three weeks ago, or a useful tool for your work in the lab. Even though that would not require a bow as decoration. It would've been enough to just... Lay it on your desk and let it find it's way to you while you're working.

But no, it is instead... A pair of tights. Well even with winter on the way, these tights are not made for cold weather or even day to day going out, no matter the season.

Made of black net, with an artistic rose pattern on the back of the calves and sitting at an angle that makes the seam disappear into your ass, these tights can only have one use.

They're... sexy.

A shudder runs through you. There has to be an explanation to this.

Yes, you and Viktor have been together for a few months now and it's going amazing. He's affectionate, he's gorgeous and he understands you better than anyone else in this whole city, if not world. You love even his droopy morning faces or his annoyed expressions when he comes home frustrated after an unsuccessful lab day. But what you love most, right now at least... Yes, well, it's the sex.

You've been with people before and you've had great sex before. But for Janna's sake, the way this man makes you quiver under his body while he fucks into you like a machine built only for one purpose and one purpose only, it drives you insane. He isn't rough but loving in a way that still makes you see stars for the next hour.

So you are not only confused at the reason for this kind of foreplay but also incredibly and utterly horny about it. The thought of Viktor having to shop at a store and pick out this pair of tights specifically for you, paying for them with his hard earned money while he thinks about you and the way you would look in these tights... Him having to plan when and where to give these to you and ultimately deciding on leaving them on the bed while he's at wor-

He's at work. He's at work, knowing that you'll be home earlier than him. He knows that you will unpack this present as soon as you see it, knows that you get too impatient otherwise. And he counts you opening it without him, alone. In your bedroom, right in front of your bedroom mirror. He's thinking about you, seeing these tights and figuring out all of his plans, even playing along with them.

He knows that you will put them on and he knows that you will be waiting for him at home.

Your pussy pulses.

To think that this is the same man that couldn't hold your hand without getting crimson red ears four months ago.

A shudder runs through you. You don't even know what to do. Viktor could be home anytime but he could also stay at the lab for two more hours. It would be nonsensical to put on these tights without him here, just walking around in them without him there, knowing that he pictures you in them but doesn't see them until he's finished at the lab-

Ah, yes.

That makes sense.

It is slightly cool in the apartment when you take of your clothes bit by bit. It's not that you're freezing or anything. You're cold but it's not uncomfortable, it's... ironically, very hot.

You can feel your nipples getting hard underneath your lace bra.

You've put it on since you've had plans of your own on your way to Viktor's place. It doesn't help that your skin feels overly sensible right now. The thought of Viktor thinking about you at this very moment and what you could be doing in his bedroom without him there to observe...

It drives you crazy.

It tingles at the spots where your bra meets with the sensitive skin of your nipples. You can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second, pulsing to your heartbeat. All you can think about is Viktor, his hand on your lower stomach, your tits, your throat, the other directing itself to your burning core, only waiting to be touched by his calloused hand-

You snap out of it, panting. You've not even finished undressing, let alone putting on the beautiful pair of tights driving you crazy right now.

You wonder what his reaction will be. Before you lose yourself in thought again, you decide to finally let this pair of art decorate your body as you wait for the artist to arrive.

You bunch up the fabric until it reaches the toe end of it. Slowly, you let the toes of your right foot enter the smooth net. It stretches beautifully around your foot and spreads up your calves. As it reaches your knees, you see how the pattern paints the back of your calf with black roses and thorns. They follow your hand up to the start of your thighs, as you become a hot mess again.

It is as thought they are his hands wandering over your body. His eyes following every movement your hands make up your body, landing on your inner thighs and the burning desire waiting between them.

What a cruel man to do this to you.

You continue. The tights crawl up your thighs as you enter with your left foot. The same torturous process plagues you until both ends off the tights have reached your hips. At this point you've reached the part where the tights should end and close at your waist.

Instead they continue.

They're not normal tights.

Pulling them further up, you realize that these tights also double as a lace bra. They are as see-through as the rest of the tights but they also repeat the pattern from the calves in the stomach, leading up to your breasts. So you take of your own lace bra, letting it fall to the floor as you don't expect Viktor to have a problem with that later on. He would probably be too distracted to notice anyway.

As you lay the fabric down onto your breasts, one by one, you shiver from the sensation. The pattern and the lace of the fabric stimulate your hardened nipples and make you yearn for a hand similarly stimulating as the pattern, smelling of cologne and freshly brewed coffee.

The fabric closes in the middle of your breasts, creating an oval hole on your stomach. Not only does it look incredible, it also grants easy access for... Later activities.

As you put the straps of the tights on your shoulders, you turn to the mirror standing in the corner of the bedroom. The view makes you gasp. Not only that you feel so hot and ready to be banged against all surfaces of the apartment, you also look unbelievably lewd. It's not something you're used to but it makes you feel powerful. Like you're a goddess waiting for her pray to seduce. Letting your eyes wander across your breasts, your stomach, your hips you turn to look at your ass, which looks fucking burning hot.

But you also notice the hole cut into it.

Hm.

You can feel how wet you are without touching yourself. The anticipation is wrecking your body apart. How much longer is he going to take to come home? You can't walk around like this for hours. It would drive you to the brink of insanity.

You run your hands down your breasts, your sides, your stomach. You can barely touch your thighs before your knees buckle. As you turn your ass to the mirror again, your hands follow your direction. You massage it, feeling the net prickle at your skin and sending irritating shock waves towards your wet pussy. It is driving you bananas.

You bend forwards, looking back to your ass. As you actually see how wet and hot you are between your legs, you clamp your knees together from all the arousal. How can this little piece of fabric make you feel this unbearable way?

As the mirror stands directed towards to bed, you get up on the edge of it on all fours. Bending down your head, shoulders and upper back to the soft plush of Viktor's bed, you look back towards the mirror again.

Wow.

You've never seen yourself in this kind of state before. As you're only hearing your heart beat and your own panting, you don't even register the door keys turning in the front door.

"My fucking god."

You sit up out of surprise.

"No, no please stay like that! My love, you are simply..."

He sighs from endearment.

"...enthralling."

You blush. How come you still blush at his compliments seven months into dating?

"Well-" you lay down your upper body again. "-you were the one who chose and bought this for me, correct?"

You spread your legs just a little wider.

"Frankly, I feel like I should thank you for this gracious present."

You lock eyes with him while running a finger down your dripping pussy.

"How may I repay you, Darling?"

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed this small... Whatever this is :) I'll try to do a part two soon. Hopefully ruined your night with this open ending, let me know if so. Love you xoxo (no, I don't have any lacy underwear to give you)

[manias-wordcount]

Mage Fem Reader x Jinx, where reader helps Jinx with her mental trouble but slowly start to get pulled into becoming overprotective and more obsessive, possibly as a result of trying to ease Jinx mental health problems.

Bonus if Jinx notice and maybe uses part of it to her advantage?

Obsessive Love HCs (Jinx)

𝗔/𝗡: ����𝗵𝗶��� 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your savior complex usually gets you in trouble

But even you should have realized that getting mixed up with a girl like Jinx was going to be no good for you

Still, you couldn’t help but become really, really protective over her overtime

She was just supposed to be some girl who came to you for an occasional mood-stabilizing potion

But now it’s gotten to the point where she has a toothbrush at your place and you’re nearly convinced that almost everyone else had it out to get her (including absolute strangers to the both of you)

For the most part, you do keep it under wraps and are very quiet about your protectiveness

However, the fact that you’re usually tracking her every movement and listening to her every conversation doesn’t really help your case stating that you’re “just protective”

And worse of all, Jinx isn’t exactly helping you learn to respect boundaries

Because she herself is a bit obsessive about you too, though she manages to work into her personality so you never really notice 

After all, is it really so crazy that a brilliant inventor such as herself has found a way to track your movement and conversations in a way that is even sneakier than your own methods? Is it really that crazy?

[bunniehrtz]

mutual masturbation with sev <33

cw: mutual masturbation, dildo usage (sev and reader receiving), fingering, kinda mean sev (#needthat)

“god, sev,” you moan, opening your legs up to her more as you rub your thumb over your clit, looking up into sevika’s hooded, darkened eyes. you both sit stark naked, you against the pillows on your bed, sevika in front of you. your feet rested over hers, your toes curling ever so slightly at the pleasure you’re giving yourself. you feel your eyes open and close subconsciously. as they open, they immediately flick to sevika. your eyes slowly gaze over her naked, toned body, stopping at her beautiful, soaked sex. there’s something in her hand. with your glazed over eyes, you struggle to make it out.

sevika inhales sharply, using her left hand to leave painfully slow circles on her clit, bringing her index and middle fingers down to her entrance. she hisses as her fingers open herself up, her right hand coming up to her pussy, holding the mystery object. her back arches up off of the bed as she inserts it in so nicely. sevika’s bottom lip is sucked into her teeth, slightly muffling the moan that leaves her mouth. it sounds like music to your ears. you can’t pull your eyes away from the sight of sevika fucking herself with..oh. oh.

“are you- fuck. are you serious? how- oh. how did you get that? when did you get that?” you struggle to ask, finally focusing on the eight inches of silicone in sevika’s hand, in sevika’s cunt. you furrow your brows at her smirk, her laugh that gets cut off by a breathy moan as the toy begins to move in a perfect rhythm.

“jealous?” she snickers, narrowing her eyes at you. she bites back a laugh at your fucked out face, her breathing accelerating as she watches your index, middle and ring finger disappear inside of yourself, your thumb still placed perfectly on your clit.

“you’re- don’t- shut up.” you give up trying to give sevika the attitude she deserves, and decide to just focus on your pleasure. your eyes roll back into your head, closing on themselves, closing on sevika. she growls, and you feel your feet hit the mattress. you sense sevika’s presence leave, but sense your orgasm creeping closer.

sevika sits on her knees between your legs, grabbing ahold of your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy, throwing them to the side. your eyes open, gasping at the sight above you. she holds the toy tight in her grasp, holding your left thigh with her left hand, the toy in her right.

“what are you-!” you feel the air leave your lungs as sevika’s cock fills your cunt so suddenly. your back mimics hers only a mere minute ago, curved up. your chest almost touches hers.

“couldn’t help myself, baby. just looked so fuckin’ good,” sevika whispers pathetically into your ear, matching the same rhythm as before. yours and sevika’s breathing synced, your moans intertwining into perfect harmony, only to be broken by your pitiful whimpers and whines.

“i’m so close, baby. please, please, make me cum, please,” you beg, your whines swallowed by sevika’s mouth on yours, pulling you into a messy, sloppy kiss. your teeth bash against each other, your tongues explore each other’s mouths and the band in your stomach snaps, your body tensing up as you cum, feeling sevika’s grip on your body become tighter, and tighter.

the next few minutes feel like a hazy dream. the toy is discarded on your bed, your head on sevika’s bare chest, listening to her heartbeat. you lift your head up a little, looking up into her hooded eyes. they meet your own, and she smiles softly.

“you’re awake. you okay?” she asks, stroking your cheek with the knuckle of her index finger.

you nod, nuzzling into her chest.

“where the fuck did you get that from?”

[andersonfilms]

𖥔｡˚ ⋆ soccerplayer!vi who dominates the field. she knows exactly how to dominate the field. appointed team captain for her leadership skills, her ambitious drive to combat with her competitive edge and being the most seasoned player on the field didn’t hurt. even with the success she’s had, there’s a chip on her shoulder as if she’s inclined prove her worth. even if her role is high, there’s something else she needs. a sense of validation cruising through her mind plagued her, the driving force for her insecurity laced in her bones despite her excellence level of performance.

𖥔｡˚ ⋆ soccerplayer!vi who has worked for what she has, hence her worth ethic is top notch. she knows what it takes and only wants to be the best. but you? it just so happens you are striving for the same thing. from the very first day, vi is not your biggest fan. especially when you start winning everyone over. with your stupid smile, the humor that same to make everyone laugh, the kindness that seems to reach every but her.

𖥔｡˚ ⋆ soccerplayer!vi who is dismissive the moment she sees you. you’re cocky, overly-confident — it’s the clear the moment the two of you met. then, you act like a complete fucking asshole. yet, all she offers is subtle eye rolls once your back is turned. she says nothing when you shoulder check her besides the curse, she makes to herself. at least, vi

what was that, v?

it’s vi.

𖥔｡˚ ⋆ soccerplayer!vi who is fucking infuriated. one of the biggest matches of her professional career and you almost fucked it all up. your big ego nearly not big enough to fit on this team, you remind vi of your incessant craving to make the big play. avoiding passing to her because she needs to be the one score to the goal. vi bit her tongue when she saw the ball anchor through the net. really, she was looking forward to shoulder checking you after you missed, but now she must stomach your earth-shattering smirk.

vi isn’t sure how it happens but the two of you end up in the showers alone. it’s clear to the both of you, there’s little love to be had and the steam rolling of off the team captain’s shoulders is evident. not from the shower the both of you just took either.

still, she remains silent as she finishes dressing, her muscular, tattooed back facing you. the ever so stoic athlete keeping her comments to herself.

“can’t even be happy, huh?” you snarl, pearly whites nearly on full display. “the all might v didn’t save the day so it wasn’t good enough.”

“this is not —” she sighs deeply, running her hands through damp hair, “you really think this is my problem? m’not one with the ego that needs stroking.”

she slides her t-shirt fully over her waist before being faced with you. the pink in her hair darkened from the shower but her eyes still glow just as blue. normally, if it were anyone else, her composure levels would be sustained.

unfortunately, this is you.

“you need something stroked.” you press.

“excuse me?”

simply, you shrug your shoulders as you deliberately walk past her. instead of a shoulder check you’d like to indulge yourself in, just to hear her curse at you when she thinks you can no longer hear her. sometimes, you just want her to smell your body wash, flood her senses until she’s drunk on it.

even if she hates you, you’ll make she secretly love every moment of it. a fine line between hate and love, the two of you seem to dance on it delicately. hidden behind a curtain vi used to protect yourself will certainly be drawn back. all that’s needed is a bit of ruffling.

she smells the sweet vanilla mixed with the musky mahogany as drift through her vicinity.

more importantly, she feels you.

the deliberate hand grazing her ass, almost applying pressure. vi thinks she might be imagining things. did you just grab a feel of her?

yet, she doesn’t have much time to process your motive when an involuntary whimper leaves her lips, a soft sigh vibrates through her body and escapes before she can catch it. your own is upturned at the omission, a secret one, a moment of weakness in her aching body.

the blood seems to boil, nearly immediately — she hates you.

she hates you. what the fuck?

disappointingly, from the ridges of her repaired heart, vi knows saying something twice doesn’t suddenly make the first lie true.

“alright. are you going whimper some more for me or do i have to give it a squeeze?” your eye subtly drops into a wink, looking her up and down.

beautifully, she pouts with her eyebrows furrowed, but your focus is on her lips.

vi visibly gulps, “what? no!” but she doesn’t hide it well. the desire bubbling in desperate blues. she’s fumbling over words but none of them string into a coherent thought, just a flustered mumble.

“sure, v.” you lean in with lips ghosting her pierced ear. “you may be captain but we both know whose really in charge.”

an in a blink of an eye, you vanished, as if this never happened in the first place. vi left to deal with the intoxicating scent of your body wash and the lust bubbling beneath the surface disguised as blind hatred.

[fluoneia]

𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 prologue beneath!

(Full story on wattpad! @fluoneia )

" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀. "

" 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗺���� 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀,

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. " AN ARCANE SHORT STORY. violet x oc

𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲���'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, belanna volmera, is anything but a princess. growing up, she hated the prissy outfits her mother would put her in. she hated the attention, and more so she hated her nickname she was dubbed since the day she was born, the piltie princess.

belanna had a secret life. a life of recklessness, of violence no one knew about. her stage name?

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗰. because her words could taunt and tease you into insanity.

@fluoneia | nov. 5th, 2024 | all rights reserved

ZAUN.

PRESENT DAY.

My whole life, I knew how much value I was. The granddaughter of the first counseller, the daughter of the current mayor of three past elections.

When I was born, I was dubbed the 'Piltover Princess'. The only daughter, only 'heir' as my mother would say.

I should be grateful. Grateful for the life I have, the comfort. But.. apart of me always seeked more.

To my parents, to the rest of Zaun and Piltover, I was a sweetheart. The nations child, Piltover's darling princess. An academic prodigy, with good grades since I was young.

Yet, I seeked the thrill. The adrenaline rush that you would get when you did something bad, something naughty. Something I shouldn't be doing.

So, to my friends, to the other half of my life, they knew me as the rebel child. The reckless child. The one they had to take care of most of the time when I made bad decisions.

Piltover's Princess wasn't always that sweet, that smart, that behaved. You know how it is.. sometimes, you just have to let loose.

So, that's what I did. What I do.

"Hey." A familiar voice says behind me. "Are you ready?"

I fix the mask over my face, covering my eyes. The soft fabric against my skin bringing me comfort.

When I put this mask on, it's like the rest of the world faded away. I wasn't Belanna. I wasn't Piltovers princess, or the counsellers daughter.

I was the infamous Mimic. The tauntess, the teaser.

I was a weapon in the ring. People placed their bets on me like no tomorrow. People relied on me to win, and I knew that.

But, the pressure wasn't overwhelming, or made me feel worse about myself. Instead, it was.. exhilarating. The pure adrenaline coursing through my body as I stepped into the ring for the first time, hoping— no, knowing I'd make a name for myself that was entirely my own.

A name that didn't belong to Zaun, or Piltover. It belonged to me, and me only.

So, I inhale a deep breath, smelling the scent of cigarettes, beer and other sorts of alcohol that I've found comfort in after all these years. I stand, and i turn toward Griffin, my trainer, and my rock.

"Ready as I can be." I shrug my shoulders, hands flexing as I walk toward him. "How many people tonight?"

He hissed through his teeth. "More then usual."

I crank a brow.

"You've caught yourself a huge crowd, Mimic. More then double."

"They're not here to see me win." I place a hand on his shoulder. "They're here to see me lose." And i smile as I step past him, peeking my head toward the crowd. "But, we both know that won't happen."

"Never go into a fight cocky."

"I'm not cocky." I shake my head, hand reaching up to press against the knot in my shoulder. "I'm confident. There's a difference."

"Whatever you say.." Griffin would shrug. His hand replaces mine. After a second of basking in the feel of his thumb rubbing against the knot in my muscle, I step away. But, he catches me.

"Anna." He says my name. I turn to him, eyes squinting. "I didn't want.. well, I didn't want you to go into that ring without knowing."

He pushed his eyes closed, almost as if what he was saying next pained him to say.

"You know how your opponent is new to the ring?" Griffin questions. Slowly, I nod. "Shes new to this area. But, she's no stranger."

"Spit it out." I demand.

He inhaled a deep breath. He opens his eyes. "It's Vi."

Vi?

Violet?

My Violet?

a/n: eeeek I’m so excited for this story, and even more excited for season 2!!! finally reentering my arcane era since my two seconds of fame from editing >:)) tune in on wattpad! first chapters written and releasing soon after editing.

[somedaylazysomeday]

Good Intentions Part Twenty Six

Ongoing Silco x fem!reader fic (no reader description, no use of 'Y/N')

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: Threats, references to past relationship, mentions of past drugging and assault, breaking and entering, fingering, unprotected sex, intercrural sex, drug mentions.

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You had a good view of the Rise from the window of your office. 

Ronid’s apartment complex had been finished slightly behind schedule - to be expected, really. You had managed to be out for a casual walk in a deeply hooded cloak when the opening ceremony was going on, and you had easily spotted Arunn in the group standing behind Ronid. He was slightly to Ronid’s right, joined by Jazper and a few of the other Undercity business owners. Arunn was the one to accept the scissors when Ronid was finished cutting the ceremonial ribbon.

The casual nature of their interaction told you everything you needed to know: Arunn had found a place at the Rise. He was helping Ronid just as he had helped you, and was just as highly depended-upon there. 

You had made accidental eye contact with Jazper as he glanced out into the crowd. Jazper simply offered a sad smile and a shallow nod in your direction before he turned his attention back to Ronid’s speech. 

There were nearly fifty Undercity residents working in and around the Rise. Ronid had employed them as receptionists, groundskeepers, cleaning staff, managers… Cipanni’s electrician friend had sent two of his apprentices to work together on maintaining the apartment building’s power grid and make general repairs. He was always willing to come down and check up on them, but he didn’t have to make many trips. 

Jazper had told you all of this, of course. Arunn had said he didn’t want to have further contact with you, and you were determined to respect his wishes. And despite Jazper’s insistence that he couldn’t continue to speak with you, he found ways to keep you informed. 

Any time you saw the upper floors of the Rise, your mind turned to the state of the Undercity. And since those floors were within easy sight distance, you thought of the Undercity often. 

The Council had never started another Committee. You had been hopeful that they would soften their initial extreme reaction and agree to give the Undercity some sort of representation. But they had never swayed in their opinion and, as the months steadily passed by, you lost hope that it would ever happen. 

But the last time you spoke, Jazper had told you that there were more investors lining up to develop the Undercity. They reached out to him to find out about the business climate and learn more about the types of permits they would need. 

Jazper had meetings set up with a few of these would-be developers over the following weeks. He had promised to emphasize that the current trend of business in the Undercity was intensely focused on corporate social responsibility. If they seemed to have a bigger interest in turning a profit than helping the people, Jazper would urge them to look elsewhere. 

It was wonderful that you could continue to be part of the Undercity’s continued growth, but it hurt that you had to do so from the outside.

Patients still flooded into the Haven for help with their Shimmer addictions. If anything, the number of patients had increased in the past few months. When you asked a few people why they had chosen to come in then, they had told you that the Undercity was opening up. They had a chance to build better lives, and the first step was breaking their dependence on Shimmer. 

HexTech’s donations had kept you afloat, but they weren’t enough to cover everything. Your grant applications weren’t accepted at nearly the rate they had been before your ties to Silco had been made public, but they also weren’t automatically denied anymore. The refusals you got were because of details you had missed or a flood of worthy applications, not because of Silco. And the grants you did win helped fill in the gaps around what HexTech gave you. 

Most importantly, there hadn’t been another break-in. The patients could feel safe at the Haven, and that could only help them recover faster. 

Of course, break-ins didn’t have to be violent to be disconcerting. 

“Hey,” Fletcher called, drawing your attention. He was perched at the top of the stairs while you worked in the kitchen, forcing you to look up at him. “Someone’s waiting for you in your office.” 

With that ominous warning, you took a second glance at Fletcher’s face. The lines of his expression were deep and taut, his posture rigid. He was scared. 

You put down the bowl of ingredients you had been mixing, briefly rinsing your hands before you started for the stairs. “Thanks for letting me know, Fletcher. Can you take over for me while I’m gone? This shouldn’t take long.” 

Fletcher made a strangled sound, but nodded. You continued to your office as quickly as possible without running. If Silco was back, you hoped to handle him without a lot of fuss. You had told him exactly what you thought of his proposal for a resumed deal the last time he came to the Haven uninvited, but Silco was nothing if not persistent…

“I told you-” you started as you pushed the door open, but the eyes that met yours weren’t a mismatched green and orange. Instead, they were a brown that managed to be cold and piercing. “Sevika.” 

She didn’t bother answering aloud, offering only a curt nod in reply to your greeting. You stepped inside and closed the door behind yourself, feeling rather like you were closing yourself in a cage with a dangerous animal. 

But the Undercity was all about appearances. You kept your chin high and your face unworried as you circled the office to sit behind your desk. When you were seated, hands folded on the desk in front of you, you addressed Sevika directly. “What can I do for you?” 

“Accept Silco’s offer.” 

You gaped at that for half a second before you recovered enough to shake your head. “Direct as ever. But no, I can’t do that.” 

Sevika stared at you grimly, a muscle twitching in her jaw. 

You met her stare evenly, trying to look as casual as someone speaking to a friend over a hot drink. “Anything else?” 

“Why?” 

“Because I-” You sighed lightly, pushing it through your nose to keep the sound to a minimum. “My reputation has suffered badly enough for having a known association with Silco. If it ever…” 

You paused, remembering at the last second who you were speaking to. Sevika was nothing if not loyal to Silco, so showing your weak spots was not the best way to go about things. “If anyone realized that I had willingly continued that association with him even after all of the repercussions, it would ruin what little reputation I have left.” 

“So that’s it?” Sevika asked, sounding thoroughly disgusted. “You’re going to throw everything away for your reputation?” 

“No, I threw away my reputation for everything Silco offered,” you corrected. “Now I’m just trying to make things right. That means going about things the right way. Which also means not accepting any more deals from your boss.” 

“He’s making everyone miserable,” Sevika bit out, clearly unhappy with your reasoning. “He’s been in a shit mood since you kicked him out of here - the first time - and you’re not doing any better than you were before you decided to give all the work to someone else.” 

“That’s not what happened,” you snapped. 

“Really?” she asked, giving you a knowing smirk. “Because it sure looks like you saw a way to pass all of this place’s problems along to Piltover while you sat around and told everyone that you’re an expert.” 

You ground your teeth. “Not that you care, but that isn’t fair. Maybe I shouldn’t have believed Piltover when they said that they wanted to work on fixing things. But it’s not like I was going to shut the Haven down. I had plans for who would take over the daily operation, grant applications I was going to write so the doors could stay open, and connections to make sure the Undercity’s opportunities kept growing. I was never going to abandon this place-” 

“No, but you were going to abandon Silco.” 

That made you blink in stunned silence for far too long. “Abandon? Silco? That’s putting too much on our relationship. That makes it sound like he cares-” 

“He does,” Sevika interrupted again. “Haven’t you been listening? Nothing affects him this way, especially when it’s something that doesn’t impact his business or his family. But he’s pissed, and he’s been pissed since you cut him off.” 

“Charming,” you managed, weakly rolling your eyes. “But I can’t live my life based on what Silco wants.” 

“And what about what you want?” she asked. “I saw the way you were when Silco was drugged.” 

“You mean when I agreed to protect him at great risk to myself and my business?” you asked, doing your best to push away the sick fear that washed over you at the mention of it. “I’m sure I looked upset, but that doesn’t mean I care about Silco.” 

Sevika snorted. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

You sighed. “I don’t think this conversation is going to go anywhere. Is there something else you want from me? Because I’m not changing my mind about taking Silco up on his offer to resume our deal.” 

She watched you for a long moment, dark eyes studying your every feature. Eventually, though, she sighed and stood up. “I know you aren’t stupid enough to think he’s going to let this go without a fight. Even if you won’t admit it, everyone knows that you and Silco care about each other. You don’t get that scared without something behind it.” 

“Whatever we might have had is behind us,” you insisted, following her to the doorway of your office. “Thank you for coming, though. I know Silco appreciates having someone to look out for him.” 

“For your sake, I hope you’re right about things being in the past,” Sevika said, and it sounded like a warning. “Otherwise, denying him isn’t going to make him happy.” 

There didn’t seem to be a good response to that, so you bit your tongue and silently closed the door behind her.

The conversation with Sevika had you on-edge for the next few days. Every knock on the door made your heart stutter, you flinched every time someone called your name, and footsteps on the street behind you made your own steps quicken. 

You didn’t think Silco would attack you, but Sevika was right: Silco didn’t let go of the things he considered ‘his’. Not easily and never without a fight. He was more likely to damage something he couldn’t have than let someone else enjoy it. 

The thought made you pause, chest feeling tight. If you even gave the appearance of forming another connection with someone - sexual or romantic - you had no doubt that Silco would reappear with plenty to say about it. 

You didn’t hate the idea. And you hated that you didn’t hate it. 

Did you have feelings for Silco? You didn’t think so… but what if you were so deep into denial that you couldn’t tell any longer? You despised doubting yourself like this, but Sevika had made some excellent points. You couldn’t remember being as scared as you had been when she had shown up at your doorstep with a drugged and bloodied Silco in tow. 

Not when you realized Silco actually had released information about your business ties. Not when Piltover canceled the task force. Not even when Arunn had left and all of your grants had dried up. 

You pulled up short in your pacing, swearing as loudly as you could without drawing unwelcome attention. Laid out like that, there was only one conclusion you could draw:

You had feelings for Silco. 

Maybe not love. Not anything so pure or straightforward, but there was something there. There had to be. Otherwise, you would have rejoiced at the idea that Silco may die. You would take advantage of this situation as a clean break. You would never look back, and you certainly wouldn’t be aching to resume your deal with him. You wouldn’t long for something more…

With that disconcerting realization, you shut off the lights in your office and retreated to your room. There was nothing to do from here but go to bed and hope that things would resume some semblance of normalcy tomorrow. 

Falling asleep seemed to take an eternity, but when you finally managed to slip into blissful unconsciousness, you found that your brain still wouldn’t stop. You turned onto your side for what was easily the tenth time, sighing lightly as you tried to fall back into whatever semblance of sleep you had managed. 

The bed dipped behind you, an arm slipping around your waist at almost the same instant. You squeaked in alarm, but your recognized the voice that shushed you. Besides, with the dim orange light bathing the covers ahead of you, there was little doubt who it was. 

“Did you miss me so desperately, pet?” 

The smooth purr of Silco’s almost made you shiver, but you managed to fight it off. “Never. Why are you here?” 

Silco gave an amused chuckle. “Sharp words, yet I notice you haven’t moved away from me. Perhaps you do not hate me as fiercely as you claim to.”

“I never hated you,” you disagreed, almost smiling when Silco made a wordless sound of skepticism. “Though I got pretty close when you ruined my job.” 

“Let us talk of more pleasant things,” Silco demurred. “Sevika tells me that she came to visit you today. She had an… interesting theory about your reaction when I was drugged. I remember little of that day, so you will have to tell me if there is any truth to it.” 

“I would prefer not to discuss that day.” You were glad you hadn’t turned to face him directly. Silco had always been disconcertingly good at reading your expression, and you didn’t want to know what he would find written across your face.

Unaware of your internal worries, Silco paused. “Because you find me a loathsome, power-hungry despot who craves to rule Zaun with an iron grasp? Or is there another reason?” 

“That isn’t fair,” you objected. “I may have been uncomplimentary, but I never said any of that.” 

“Can you tell me that you did not think it?” Silco pressed, smirking when you stayed silent. “In that case, perhaps we should speak of more pleasant things. Or nothing at all.” 

Your sleep-addled mind believed that he meant to leave, and your heart rebelled at the idea. You had an instant to berate yourself - just because you loved him didn’t mean you could lose all sense of rationality - but that train of thought was derailed when Silco’s lips descended on the curve of your neck. 

The wordless moan escaped before you could even try to hold it back. Silco hummed approvingly. “That’s it, pet. I missed you, too. Missed this.” 

Even as he murmured low praises in your ear, Silco’s hand wandered downward until he could cup your breast in his hand. His thumb found your nipple easily even through the bedsheets and the cotton of the shirt you were wearing. Apparently, it wasn’t enough for him, since his hand dipped inside both barriers in an instant. 

Silco’s touch was just as addictive as it always had been, sweet and necessary and so damn good that you found yourself growing more obsessed with it by the moment. 

“I cannot tell, pet,” Silco said lazily, pausing to nip at the soft curve of your jaw. “Do you want this? Want me? Perhaps I should stop…”

“No, Silco!” Your hand rose to clamp over the back of his, holding him in place. “Keep going. I need you.” 

His laugh was low and a little mean. “Precisely what I hoped you would say.”

The hand still disappeared from under yours, leaving your breast feeling cold and neglected. When Silco’s fingers wormed their way under the thin barrier of your pajama pants and the panties you had already soaked, you were able to forgive the loss. 

He parted your folds with easy familiarity, fingertips dipping just inside of your entrance before dragging your wetness up to draw circles against your clit. You groaned, hips bucking toward the delicate touch. It had been so long since you had been touched by any hands but your own…

“Silco,” you moaned, clinging to the arm he had hooked over you. 

Silco growled something unintelligible in response, scooting closer to your back. He didn’t stop until he was close enough for you to feel how affected he had been by your reactions. You pressed your ass back against him, smiling when he ground himself against the curve of your rear. 

“You’re ready for me, pet,” Silco murmured in your ear, an edge of desperation gilding his tone. “Aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, gasping when he plunged two fingers deep into your heat. You writhed as he spread and scissored them inside of you, testing to see whether you had been telling the truth. 

Your body accepted him easily, greeting him with a rush of slickness that eased his movements and made them feel utterly heavenly to you. He gave a dark chuckle, nipping at your earlobe as you gasped and bucked back against him. 

“My lovely little philanthropist,” he purred. “I’m pleased to know that you’ve grown no less perfect in the time we spent apart.” 

“You still like to talk,” you replied, earning another laugh. 

Your groan nearly drowned him out as we pulled his fingers free of you. The only thing that kept you from whining outright was that his hands dipped behind you. The clinking of a belt being undone was clear, followed by the sound of someone hastily undressing. 

Silco grabbed your thigh, tugging your leg backward and over his hip. You shuddered as the movement exposed your scorching core to the coolness of the room, then again as you felt the head of Silco’s cock notch into you. 

You ground your hips down and into him just as he surged forward and up into you. The result was a thrust that took him nearly hilt-deep inside of you with a suddenness that knocked both of you off-balance. Silco shouted in surprise while you gave a higher cry, loud enough that you worried it would be heard outside of the room. 

And then, you stopped caring about that, because Silco gripped your hips and took up a steady rhythm. 

Your position didn’t give you much room to counterthrust in response to Silco’s movements, and something told you that he had planned it that way. But you did your best, grinding back and inching forward in reaction to whatever he was doing, and squeezing him with the muscles of your core wherever he bottomed out inside of you. 

His heavy breaths panted from behind you as you stared blindly at the light filtering past the closed curtains of your window. Every scrap of your attention was focused on what was happening inside of you, as the coil of your release wound tighter and tighter. There was only so long you could last before you would explode into orgasm, and you were determined to bring Silco with you. 

You reached back over your own thigh to sink your nails into Silco’s asscheek, craning your head back to silence his hissed complaints with a kiss. His pounding rhythm stuttered momentarily and you smiled against his lips. He nipped at you in a teasing retribution, fingertips searching out your clit at the same time. 

A few tiny circles was all it took to send you sailing over the edge, far past any hope of regaining your wits. You were grateful for Silco’s lips on yours. They helped dampen the sound of the wail your orgasm pulled from you. 

You collapsed, breathless and oversensitive as Silco continued to thrust into you. When he finally reached his own climax, he withdrew from you, closed your legs, and finished by pounding between your thighs. The warm spill of his cum over the front of your legs made you dread the prospect of getting up to change the sheets, but it was all worth it. You truly had missed Silco, and there was a peace that came from having him share your bed. 

Eventually, you and Silco regained your breath. He was tracing gentle circles on your bare shoulder and you were massaging the thigh he had wrapped over your legs. “I missed you, pet.” 

The low admission made you smile. “I missed you, too. More than I thought I would.” 

“I always knew I’d miss you.” 

The admission made you frown. Silco, being sincere? You turned over to face him directly, but a sharp knock at the door made you sit up before you could complete the motion. 

“Silco-” 

The bed was empty. Not just empty, but still partially made. When you touched it, the sheets were cool against your hand. You glanced down to check, and found that you were still fully dressed, even if your underwear was a little damp. 

The pounding against your door came again, this time accompanied by Yi’s voice. “Are you awake? I’m coming in.” 

If you hadn’t been fully awake before, the tension in Yi’s voice chased the last bit of sleep from your brain. When she opened the door and stepped inside, her face was tight with the same tension.

Your heart sank. “What’s going on?” 

“You need to see this.” 

Yi crossed to your window, pushing the curtains aside as you joined her. The street was awash with activity. People were everywhere - shouting and fighting and screaming just to scream. There was a fire growing at one end of the street that people were dancing around. The workers at the brothel it was in front of were trying to put it out by dumping water from an upper floor, but the people on the ground threw rocks and trash every time the workers appeared at a window. 

“What happened?” you asked eventually, watching the carnage with horror. 

Yi’s lips were pressed into a firm line. “Silco leaked Shimmer back into the Lanes."

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Author's Note -

I kept forgetting to mention this in previous chapters, but this is officially a post-Arcane season one AU. With Arcane season two getting ready to drop, I can't guarantee that any of the future chapters will be canon-compliant. But that's okay, we can just make our own canon!

Anyway, Silco's such an ass, isn't he?. Even (especially) when he's not really there.

Thanks for reading! I'll see you again soon with another chapter!

[espritmuse]

What about Velcro vi 🤭

After so many years in jail, the only thing in her mind was you. All those years in her cell, the simple thought of you is what made her not give up on life.

So, when she finally left this shithole, oh trust me she is GLUED to you. You’re cooking a meal? Sure, hope u don’t mind a pair of big arms around you waist and her head on the side of your neck, giving you little kisses.

Same at night, she is NOT leaving you alone in this big bed of yours. Always touching u, a way of another (ifyouknowwhatimean).

💌.

[purplemirrorart]

CaitVi Fan-Fiction - Part 3 - Learning to Weep

This is a follow up to this post (Parts 1 and 2) and is based on a loose idea of a possible ending for season 2. Please read the accompanying comic before reading this fan-fiction.

Also this is my first fan-fiction so...I dunno, go easy on me I guess. I hope you guys like it!

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Vi had gotten pretty good at forgetting things. At this point, it was a necessity. If she remembered everything that had happened to her in Stillwater Hold, if she’d held that in her mind at all times, she’d never get anything done. Some might call that unhealthy, she saw it as a practical solution. She needed to keep going, keep functioning, and keeping those things locked in the back of her mind helped her do that. By now, she figured she’d be able to do it on command if needed.  

This was not something she could forget. This was not something she could block out. 

She had killed her sister. 

Despite her best efforts, the memory had seared itself into the fabric of her mind, playing again and again on repeat. She remembered how it felt as she thrust her arm forward, feeling the impact of her hextech gauntlet hitting Jinx…hitting her sister’s chest. She remembered feeling the bones in her ribs crunch and snap under the force of the blow, and the instant regret that followed, regret like she’d never felt before, violent and visceral, crashing through every nerve, every cell in her body in horror at what she’d done. What she couldn’t undo. She remembered the blood that spilled out of her sister’s mouth, it was a deep dark red with the slightest hint of purple from the shimmer that ran through her veins. She remembered feeling the blood splatter across her face, making her recoil backwards. She remembered looking down, and being surprised at just how much blood was on her gauntlets, and on her clothes. She remembered feeling guilty about how little of that blood was her own. She remembered how her sister gasped for air, her lungs collapsing under their own weight with each breath she took in. She remembered how little time she had to hold her in her arms before the body went limp, the life fading from her wide, pink eyes. She remembered the burning in her lungs as she screamed, her throat sore and her eyes red and watering as she shouted out curses at both herself, and the universe. She remembered burying the body, using the gauntlets to dig out a hole in rock and the dirt, covering it with stones. She remembered writing every letter of that gravestone…she figured her sister deserved this much; to not lie in an unmarked grave. She remembered turning around and seeing Caitlyn, standing there behind her a short distance away, her breathing heavy as if she’d just ran there…and she remembered the look in her eyes. She was horrified.

Vi bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily. She was drenched in sweat, and her head pounded with pain as a result of copious drinking the night before, no doubt in a fruitless effort to drown her sorrows. Truth be told, she couldn’t remember where exactly she was. Probably whatever Inn down in the undercity that’d let her keep drinking until she passed out and the staff had to drag her back to her room, which they’d inevitably kick her out of the next morning. 

“Fuck…that fucking dream again…shit…” she groaned to herself, head in her hands. It’d been about a week and a half since it’d happened, and she’d barely been able to sleep in that time. Usually she was too afraid to sleep for fear of running through that whole experience on repeat again, so she simply got blackout drunk in order to get any rest. It was an inelegant solution, but a solution nonetheless. Judging from the light outside, she figured it was probably still late at night, or early in the morning, which one didn’t particularly matter. What mattered was that she needed another drink or else her brain was gonna start working again any second now. She reached for the bedside table, where she vaguely recalled she’d last left the bottle, though as her hand stumbled around the countertop in the dark, she couldn’t find it. She turned over in the bed, looking at the dimly lit floor next to the bed in the hope that it’d just fallen onto the floor, but nothing. Then suddenly a light in the corner of the room clicked on. Vi’s head throbbed with pain as she covered her eyes with her arm, trying to adjust to her surroundings. 

“Fuck! Jeez, just leave me alone! I’ll be out of here in the morning…” Vi groaned, assuming that it was one of the staff at the inn telling her she’d overstayed her welcome. 

“Vi, it’s me.” Replied a steady, calming voice with a rather distinct uppercity accent. Vi recognised the voice immediately.

“Caitlyn?” Vi said, taking her arm down and getting a look at her. She was sitting at the opposite end of the room in a rather stiff looking office chair next to a simple desk, the light of the lamp bathing the room in a warm orange glow. She wasn’t in her enforcer uniform, rather she was dressed in the same purple cloth and corset that she wore the first time they travelled to the undercity together. Vi couldn’t help but note how the light hit Caitlyn’s face, how warm her cheeks looked, how intense her eyes were. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was a comfort to see her. Right now, Vi didn’t want comfort though, she didn’t deserve comfort after what she’d done. 

“How long have you been sitting there?” Vi asked, a little ashamed that Caitlyn had to see her like this. It was pathetic. 

“A couple of hours now. I didn’t want to wake you…you seemed like you needed the rest.”

“I wish you would’ve…” Vi grumbled. If she never had to sleep again, she wouldn’t. Bad enough being alone with her thoughts when she was awake. “How’d you even find me?”

“You didn’t make it easy, but I eventually narrowed it down to one of the taverns you hadn’t been kicked out of.” she said, with the slightest smirk. Vi chuckled a little.

“That’s smarts, Cupca-” She stopped herself, the half said word hanging in the air like something rotten. Vi cleared her throat before continuing. “Why'd you come looking for me?” She asked, cautiously.

“I was worried about you.” Caitlyn responded, plainly, trying her best to keep herself calm and collected. “When you didn’t come back to Piltover I thought-”

“Why would I come back to Piltover?” Vi said, bluntly. Caitlyn frowned, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I don’t know, I just…” Caitlyn’s voice trailed off, weakly, unable to find the words. 

“Caitlyn I…you don’t want me there, trust me. We did what we…what we had to do…” Vi’s voice wavered, before she choked down her tears, collecting herself. Now wasn’t the time for that. It never was. “But that’s over now. Did you think I was just going to go back to Piltover and be an enforcer? I don’t belong in that uniform.”

“I know, but-” 

“Now if you’re gonna sit here and try and convince me of the good we can do with a badge and a rifle then be my guest,  but I’m telling you now, I’m never doing that agai-”

“Vi, I quit the enforcers.” Caitlyn interrupted. The statement itself was practically enough to break through Vi’s hangover, and she was now laser focused on putting together how the hell those words made sense. 

“I…sorry…you did what?” She stammered, utterly perplexed. 

“I quit. I handed in my badge and my rifle one week ago. I’m relieved of all duties.” She said, still holding onto that matter of fact tone that you could swear she spent time perfecting in the mirror every morning before leaving the house. 

“But…but that’s…why? I mean, you’ve been working your whole life to be an enforcer, why now?” Vi asked. With Vi becoming a recluse following the death of Jinx, Caitlyn stood to take credit for bringing down the terrorist responsible for the attack on the council, and ending shimmer production from Zaun. If she wanted to, she could have become chief investigative officer, maybe even chief of police as a whole in a few years. For her to quit now…it just didn’t add up. 

Caitlyn sighed, before standing up and walking over to the edge of the bed. She cocked her head slightly downwards, silently asking if it was okay if she sat there. Vi promptly scooched up, giving her the space to sit on the edge of the mattress, the springs squeaking slightly under the weight of both of them.

“The things you said…the last time we saw each other…” Caitlyn started, her voice more solemn and quiet than before. Vi immediately felt a familiar pang of guilt run through her body. She remembered every word she said, and she also remembered how much of an idiot she felt like after she’d said them.

“Caitlyn I’m sorry, I didn’t-” 

“No. Vi, you let me finish.” She said, this time a bit more sternly, her voice wavering slightly. It was clear even to Vi that she’d been thinking about this for a while. Vi sat up straight and shut her mouth, making it clear she was going to be quiet until Caitlyn was done. 

“What you said to me…it hurt. It hurt a lot…because I knew it was true…” Caitlyn said, her voice shaking slightly, her bottom lip quivering before she took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her lips. Vi leaned forward slightly towards her, she wanted to comfort her but…the last time she’d laid hands on anyone was…she just didn’t want to hurt her. 

“I was so full of anger…I’m ashamed to admit it but I was upset that I wasn't the one to…I wanted that. I wanted revenge…at least I thought I did. But looking at that gravestone you placed…” she took another deep breath and sighed. This whole time she was looking down at her hands, which held tightly onto one another. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Vi.

“What Jinx did was terrible…and I still don’t know yet if I have it in my heart to forgive her, even now. But Jinx wouldn’t be Jinx if it wasn’t for what happened to her…to both of you…you both deserved so much better, and if you’d gotten it maybe none of this would’ve happened…looking at it all…I realised the world doesn’t need another enforcer…another angry woman with a gun…” Caitlyn said, clenching her fists tighter.

“Caitlyn you…you’re more than that.” Vi said, softly, moving a little closer on the bed. She could feel her stomach tying itself in knots, hearing Caitlyn speak like this, hearing how much she’d changed. It took her aback. 

“I can be…” she replied. “I can be better than that, but the fact is I wasn’t…and so now I’m trying to be.” Caitlyn finally turned to Vi, tucking a strand of her long blue hair behind her ear. “As it stands, Piltover is without proper council. Maybe there I can do some good. Real good, that doesn’t involve pushing people down.”

Vi gave Caitlyn a reassuring smile “Ah, now there’s the girl scout I know.” She teased. Caitlyn let out a relieved laugh, happy to see that Vi approved of her plans. “You’re gonna make a lot of enemies, Cait, making changes like that…it’s gonna piss people off, both in Piltover and here.”

“I know.” Caitlyn said “which is why I’ll need someone to…help keep me safe…” her voice dropped to a soft whisper as she moved her hand on top of Vi’s. They touched for only a moment before Vi pulled back, shifting almost instinctively back into the bed, almost like a frightened animal. “Vi…” Caitlyn whispered, worriedly. 

Vi didn’t want to admit to herself how nice it was to feel Caitlyn’s touch again, even if it was only briefly. But then it all came flooding back. What those hands had done…all the blood that still stained them, even now, beneath the surface. She shook her head, her breathing becoming more rapid and uneven.

“I…I can’t…I can’t Caitlyn, I can’t…I don’t want to hurt you….” She said, her voice breathy and hoarse as she tried her damndest to keep herself together. “Trust me it’s better if-”

“No, Vi. Not the oil and water again, I don’t want to hear it. You’re not pushing me away again.” Caitlyn responded, sternly but earnestly. “I want to be here for you, Vi.”

“Don’t you get it?! I can’t keep you safe! I can’t keep anyone safe! All I do is hurt and hurt and hurt and I can’t…I-I can’t…” Vi stammered over her words, her face straining to hold back tears, her breathing short and rapid. Her hands gripping the bed sheets so tightly they might rip. 

Before Vi could let out another word, Caitlyn darted forward and wrapped her arms around Vi’s body, hugging her tightly, her head burying itself into the crook of her neck as she held onto Vi for dear life. Vi could feel her breathing almost halt completely, her eyes wide. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Vi…and I’m not letting you go…never again…” Caitlyn whispered. 

“But…but…I don’t wanna hurt you…” Vi mumbled, quietly. 

“Vi, listen to me…meeting you…getting to know you…you’ve changed me for the better. I don’t want to think about the person I’d be without you, Vi.”

She pulled back slightly, looking into Vi’s eyes, gently placing a hand on her cheek and softly caressing it.

“You told me I’m more than just a gun, so I’m telling you, Vi. You’re more than just someone who hurts. So much more than that…you’re brave…you’re ferocious…you’re determined…and I’ll be damned if you condemn yourself because you don’t see how brilliant you are…”

Vi leaned into Caitlyn’s touch, unable to stop herself from embracing the soft comfort of it. She’d almost forgotten how good it felt…how right it felt. 

“Damn, Cait. You’re gonna make me blush.” She said with a weak laugh, trying her best to smile through it all. To brush off her prior state of panic as nothing more than a brief lapse in her composure. Caitlyn leaned in a little closer. 

“Vi?” She asked in a soft but serious whisper. 

“Yeah, Cait?”

“When was the last time you cried?” She asked. 

The question pierced Vi, right to her core. She could feel herself faltering, both from hearing Caitlyn ask it, and from thinking over the question in her mind. She remembered the tears from after she…but she’d hardly given herself a moment back then to truly let it all out. There’s a difference, after all, between simple tears and truly allowing oneself to cry. To really cry. Going back before that…she couldn’t remember. It must have been years now…maybe at Stillwater…maybe even earlier. 

“I…I don’t…” Her voice cracked, her eyes going hazy as she felt the droplets begin to roll down from her eyes to her cheeks, down to her jaw. Caitlyn pulled her close again, as Vi began to cry. Not just cry, but sob. Weep. For the first time in years it all came flooding back. All that pain, all those things she’d locked away to keep on moving. To keep surviving. 

Tonight, in Caitlyn’s arms, she let herself be weak. She let herself be fragile, for the first time in such a long time. She clutched onto the back of Caitlyn’s shirt as her face became a mess of tears, her nose running, her eyes red like her hair. It was a messy, shameless kind of emotional outpour, the exact kind of thing they both needed. 

Caitlyn, of course, was crying too. It was hard not to, after everything they’d been through together. It was almost like Cait couldn’t release, couldn’t let it flow until she knew Vi had too. All that grief the two had shared, finally being expressed, together.

“I miss my sister… I miss her so much…” Vi cried out, over and over again. This was probably the first time she’d really said it out loud. Always felt it, ever since she’d lost Powder the first time, all those years ago. But this was the first time she’d really felt like she could say it. That she could admit that to someone. 

“I miss my mum…I miss my mum…” Caitlyn cried back. The two continued to cry, holding onto each other as tightly as one might hold a raft at sea. They cried for what felt like hours, before eventually their breathing slowed. The tears stopped. They simply held one another, and it felt good, better than Vi had felt in a long time. For so long she hadn’t allowed herself peace, whether it was because she thought she didn’t need it, or she didn’t deserve it. But right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to turn it down, not that Caitlyn would let her. 

They both moved back, looking into each other's eyes. Vi wiped the tears from Caitlyn’s eyes, and Caitlyn wiped the tears from Vi’s. As Vi’s thumb brushed the tears away from Caitlyn’s cheek, it just barely grazed against her lip. 

Caitlyn glanced down at her lips, then back up to her eyes. She could feel Vi’s steady breathing. Her hand moved back slightly, running through Vi’s soft, reddish pink hair.

Vi, almost on instinct, leaned forward, her forehead pressing lightly against Caitlyn’s. They looked at one another, eyes half lidded as they embraced. 

“Cait?” She whispered.

“Yes, Vi.” she responded. 

“Can I still call you cupcake?” she asked. Caitlyn smiled, then laughed. 

“God, I love you” She said, before pressing her lips against Vi’s. 

As much as it seemed like it at that moment, their troubles weren’t over. In the coming months, the two of them would face hardships and sadness, trials and tribulations, red tape and political meddling from all sides. Caitlyn’s attempts to broker peace between Zaun and Piltover would be met with opposition and aggression from all sides. Their battles were far from over. There would be losses. There would be tragedy and violence, hate and division. But in the face of it all, every once in a while…the two of them could always hold each other for dear life, and cry their hearts out for as long as they needed. Together. 

[ichorai]

OK COMPUTER ; the series.

a series based on the album ok computer by radiohead for our 8k milestone! fandoms included ; marvel, succession, harry potter, the walking dead, arcane, dc, game of thrones, and bridgerton.

main masterlist. about.

TRACKLIST.

ONE. airbag ; steve rogers (4.3k) five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.

TWO. paranoid android ; coriolanus snow. (27k+) when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.

THREE. subterranean homesick alien ; fred weasley. you were looking up at the stars, and fred was staring right at you, a dopey, lovesick sort of smile playing at the corner of his lips. “do you think there’s life out there?” you asked, but instead of getting an answer, fred surged forward, a hand curling over the back of your neck to pull you closer, freckled nose bumping against your cheek, his warm lips slotting over yours, extinguishing any and all lingering existential questions on the tip of your tongue. 

FOUR. exit music (for a film) ; rick grimes. blood all over your torn shirt, giving way to teeth marks. his horrified eyes met yours. you were bit, it was clear as day—and you had to make sure rick knew a couple things before you left for good.

FIVE. let down ; viktor (arcane). it was his fault, really. he knew better than to fall in love with his coworker, who was just recently engaged to someone else. someone better than him.

SIX. karma police ; dick grayson. he skimmed his fingers down your side—your waist, your hips, your thighs. your chest was rising and falling rhythmically, features mellowed with sleep. he couldn’t help but wonder if “no strings attached” was really a good idea.

SEVEN. fitter happier ; miguel o’hara. there was a dangerous red glint to miguel’s eyes as you stepped between him and the kid. a muttered curse, a clenched fist, a twitching jaw. you weren’t afraid of the man you loved—but maybe you should be.

EIGHT. electioneering ; siobhan roy. tom had said he wanted to watch the two of you—but he didn’t exactly want to, not really. shiv didn’t quite care. it was his loss, after all.

NINE. climbing up the walls ; sansa stark. sansa begins to pull away from you after her father’s death.

TEN. no surprises ; sam wilson. the two of you go off to look for wanda, supposedly in a quaint little town called westview. but in a blink of an eye—you’re a smiling housewife and sam is your loving husband, trapped in a house that didn’t quite feel like home. 

ELEVEN. lucky ; theon greyjoy.  he thinks you look so very pretty laying on the snow, frost clinging to your lashes.

TWELVE. the tourist ; benedict bridgerton. it was typical of him, of course. to fall in love with the traveling artist with keen eyes and calloused hands.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hii, i just read all and i mean ALL of ur fics, but i saw you wrote for arcane women and was wondering if you could write headcanons abt them with a socially awkward/anxious reader?? If not thats A-Ok 👌 with me

Sure! How is everyone doing after the first three eps? I still haven't seen it but the edits I've seen... oh boy.

"I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: How the ladies of Arcane(Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel) act with a socially awkward and/or anxious partner

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Spoiler Free, On The Shorter Side, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX

– At first, Jinx didn't get that you were socially awkward. She was used to people being awkward or even scared around her so she thought it was the same case with you until you two got closer.

– After knowing that your awkwardness was just you and not your fear of her, she observed you in social situations and noted what made you more anxious than normal.

– For example, she noticed you're more anxious and timid in bigger, louder spaces but if a space was quiet and quaint, you would be just fine so she often took you to quiet places for dates.

– If Jinx notices you're anxious in places you typically aren't, without a doubt she's removing you from the situation and taking you home where you can relax. No words, just grabs and tugs.

– She's tried the pep talk route before but it ended up in her rambling and somehow planning a terrorist scheme aloud... (yeah, a few patrons quickly left the area after hearing that), so she decided to scrap that idea altogether.

– At home though she would prepare what she calls, "A Safety Nest". It was a place in your shared space that had all your favorite things and trinkets, and she usually kept the space dimly lit and played your favorite music to calm you down.

– In social interactions where you take the lead in conversation, Jinx would quietly encourage you with big, almost alarming smiles and "gentle" pats on your back. Let's face it, Jinx can be socially awkward herself.

– Once the conversation concludes, she'll jump on you proudly, ruffle up your clothing, and pinch your cheeks endearingly all while calling you weird nicknames and quoting what you said while mimicking your tone and cadence.

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VI

– Before you've had your first real conversation together, Vi could sense that you were an anxious individual.

– You fidgeted with your body while speaking, didn't hold eye contact long, and used a decent amount of filler words to casualize your sentences.

– She thought it was endearing to watch you act and move as if you thought no one truly cared about what you were saying or were afraid of boring others but you never bored her. She didn't think it was possible.

– You had tells and quips that revealed themselves with each conversation you two had. You showed more and more of your personality the more you got comfortable with her too. Vi loved it.

– When you spoke to her, especially when you went on tangents about things you were interested in, she always showed signs of active listening by nodding and asking follow-up questions. Even days later, she'll bring up the topic again to see if you have any updates.

– She made you feel seen and heard, something you've subconsciously craved. And when you went on your worry rambles, she consoled you and tried her best to stop you from spiraling.

– You thought about a lot of things and oftentimes about things no one else thought about. Vi thought your brain must've been exhausted with all the worries, doubts, and judgments that were usually wrapped up as others' but were truly your own; it was a lot for one person to handle so she strove to let you know that you were not alone.

– Is there a night you can't sleep because of your racing mind? Vi is there, holding you or reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. She can't sleep until you do anyway so why not speed the process along?

– You often had yourself stuck with your head stressing and worrying about multiple things at once and Vi was always there to bring you down to Earth.

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CAITLYN

– Caitlyn's an encourager and a comforter with you.

– She's patient and silently allows you to take your time when gathering your thoughts midconversation but she'll also be the one to say, "It's okay, take your time," in the sweetest way possible.

– If there's an instance when you two are out and about and you really want something but are too scared to get it, she'll spring into action and get that thing for you. (Even if it was just a napkin).

– The only time she's frazzled socially is when you both are in an unfamiliar area and need to ask for directions. She'll stumble over her words and try to get someone's attention but they're moving too fast to hear her soft words.

– She'll get frustrated and you end up comforting her, but after a few backrubs, she's ready to try again. Her voice is strong and powerful, and people have no problem hearing her.

– You secretly thank whomever you have to for her determination but there was no way in hell you were going to walk up to a stranger and ask for directions like a tourist... which you were.

– Since Caitlyn's job has her socializing with a lot of people, she can get burnt out easily. Especially if work hasn't been going her way lately but even if she's burnt out and tired, if you seem to be more awkward or anxious than her, she's more than happy to step up socially.

– When you both have someplace to attend to or some event that holds significance, Caitlyn will not hesitate to stage a "social rehearsal" with you. She'll make flashcards of topics you could bring up, you'll both dress accordingly for the event in her living room, and she'll pretend to be an assortment of people so you can get used to different personalities all at once.

– It may seem like this is all for you, but honestly it helps her too. Sometimes she misses the personal cues of conversation leading the other to think she's a black-and-white thinking who has no time for pleasanties. Not true! She's very pleasant... sometimes she's just shy.

– Shyness is not a crime!

– After talking with the host and a few others she has to talk to due to her job, her social battery is depleted. She's extremely thankful you're able to recognize this and suggest leaving early. What would you two do without each other?

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SEVIKA

– Oh, man. This lady found your awkwardness charming as hell.

– Your awkwardness was different than all the nerds and scaly-beings she's forced to be around. You were cute, looked perfect sitting next to her, and your awkwardness, as mentioned before, had a certain charming quality she can't quite place.

– She'll see you in your workplace trying to make casual conversation or small talk but none of your topics seemed to be landing. Your coworkers would give you a thin pressed-lips smile that she wanted to strike off of them to your attempts and then scoff at you behind your back.

– You were authentically yourself and those bastards didn't know what to do with it. They were scared, not her though.

– When you two got closer and comfortable enough with each other that you could tease one another or make playful jabs at the other's expense, no doubt she would tease you about your awkwardness.

– With those gorgeous eyes of yours, you would look everywhere else but her own, prompting her to say, "You know you can look me in the eyes, right? I won't bite", with the stupidest most shit-eating smirk on her face. And then when you look at her, a bit shocked and playfully annoyed, her smirk would only grow. "Unless you want me to."

– Sevika never made your awkwardness seem like a flaw. Your awkwardness came with you and she wanted all of you so she often encouraged your awkwardness.

– If she caught you trying to "reel" it in or realizing that you've talked for a few seconds too long, she'll playfully scold you and tell you to continue or to "let it out". Y'know. As someone who seethes dominance does.

– There would be an instance in which you go to Sevika asking for advice to be "less awkward" and her only response would be, "Why? I like your awkwardness, you don't need to change it. Anyone else who thinks otherwise is a sad loser and don't deserve to be in your life anyways."

– like damnnnn, okay!

– Safe to say you never asked her a question like that again.

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MEL

– Mel understands your worries about what others think and the awkwardness that can come with it so she likes to help you in any way she can.

– If you're stressed about a council meeting and afraid of what everyone's going to think about the new perspective you'd like to bring to the table, she'll reassure you and tell you she's right by your side.

– If she can't physically with her hand on the small of your back, she give you nods of encouragement, raise her brows proudly, and look at you with that sense of pride and admiration in her golden eyes.

– After the meeting goes well, which she knew would, she'll congratulate you with your favorite drink and a night in doing all your favorite things.

– Even if there were parts in the meeting that were rocky, like the council people asking questions you weren't prepared for or getting rowdy, she'll say you did an excellent job and what you presented will help the people of Piltover.

– Oh, and don't think for a second that she wasn't sending glares and daggers to those who stirred up your anxiety even more. If looks could kill.

– Mel sees that sometimes your awkwardness and anxiety result in people-pleasing and she would shut that down real quick. She's fallen into that dangerous pool before and knows how hard it feels when you disappoint others and how much harder it is to get out of that mindset.

– She can get quite spirited with her encouragement...

– "Well, if they don't like it, that's on them! They don't know something good when they see it." "I've learned that hard way that you can't please everyone. You might as well say what you have to now. They can get over themselves later."

– It's actually quite attractive to see her stand up for you, even if she was standing up for the possibility.

– Always keeping her words in your mind, you find yourself navigating through life easier and you only have her to thank.

WC: 1,705

[thegothicchangeling]

Hey arcane fandom! Right now I'm working on a fanfiction about Mel and Kino Medarda's realtionship that spans from when Mel is a toddler to after Kino dies. Its called: Foxsong

The muses have blessed me with motivation. I've typed over 4,000 words in two days and it's only gonna get longer as I tie everything together.

Of course it's gonna be pretty rough because that's just what Mel's childhood was. There will be themes of codependency, self harm, emotional abuse, and a suicide attempt.

Here's a little preview of the fic:

Kino was six years older than her. She adored him. She followed him everywhere, and shockingly, he rarely seemed to mind. Maybe he just liked being loved. Their mother wasn't one for displays of affection.

Mel toddled after him the moment she could walk, chanting his name, planting sloppy kisses on his face. “I wuv you, Kino,” she proclaimed to him, and he always returned the sentiment. If she said the same to their mother, Ambessa would just offer a forced smile and nod.

[local-crying-boy]

Pls do sfw alphabet with Victor from Arcane!!!!!

You asked and I shall provide

[SFW alphabet template by: @benkeibear 

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SFW Alphabet Viktor ~ Arcane

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Our sweet scientist is usually busy, but he usually shows his affection by spending quality time with you. Even if it isn’t often, he’d much prefer to spend time with you then pampering you with gifts or being overly affective.

He isn’t one for a lot of affection in public, so don’t expect an abundance of PDA from him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, he’d be a good listener, not much to talk so much about his feelings (I mean, we see this in the series, he’s working so much that he ignoring his own deteriorating health, mf never talks about that)

Trust him to keep any and all secrets that you trust to tell him about.

The friendship would start out slowly, more so if you met him after he started working with Jayce and, therefore, throwing himself head first into tiresome work

However, if you're lucky enough for him to take notice to and actually end up talking to a she does to Jayce

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When he isn’t working, he will gladly cuddle with you

If he’s been working for a long period of time (which is most of the time), then he will want to cuddle up to you with his head on your chest and your arms around him

Play with this man’s hair!!!

He would melt into your touch regardless of not having his hair played with or not, but he would definitely enjoy cuddling 1000 times more if your fingers were fiddling with his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Viktor wasn't one to think that he would ever settle down with someone, he always thought too little of himself due to his disability and, after meeting Jayce, he busied himself with endless piles of work

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Maybe because he works too often

The two of you would grow far and he would realise it maybe even before you

He'd realise it would be bad for the two of you if you continued like this, but he's too dedicated to his work to leave it - even for you

If you can't understand that and want him to spend less of his time on it, he would definitely dislike that and it might even strain your relationship with him

So he would decide to break up with you. You'd find someone you could meet your needs and he would no longer feel pressured to show his love more often and would be left to his own devices within the lab (quite literally).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?

He never though he would be in a relationship, let alone be in one long enough that settling down / marriage would even be a consideration

He'd take a while to make his mind up about it

He's so dedicated to his work with hextech that he doesn't want to strain his relationship because of how much time he spends on it

He'd have to be 100% sure that you are happy with the amount of time he spends with his work and be 100% sure ten fold to even think about pop the question

To shorten it: you happy with how he is = marriage. You not happy with how he is = no marriage

He just wants to make sure that he can have you by his side, he doesn't want to strain you relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

A gentle soul indeed.

He may be a little blunt when it comes to talking, but he means no harm in what he says and you will have to come to learn that if you take what has been said to heart too quickly

He's gentle with his actions too, he will never be too harsh while holding you or kissing you. It will always be soft kisses and calm hugs/cuddles no matter what

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs when he's exhausted and stressed out from the work he's done

Those hugs are what starts with him just wrapping his arms around you and his head either by your neck or on your chest, which then result in a lot cuddle where he can destress.

If it you who needs a hug, the rolls will be reversed and it will be you who has your head on his chest and he who rests his chin on the top of your head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He falls in love within one, two or three months with dating you, but it takes much longer to say that he loves you.

He wants to be sure that you feel the same as he does. He doesn't want you to feel pressured into saying it back

He is super afraid of saying it and then you just saying 'thanks...'

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's less jealous and more insecure

I mean, the man practically puts you on a pedestal, not so much that it is too a 'you are elite and amazing and no one can ever stand to your level, you do no wrong yada yada...'

It's more to an extent that he just loves everything that you do. You are mesmerising to him.

Partnered with him... he often wonders if there is someone better out there for you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to kiss your lips and your cheeks

He won't often kiss your neck unless the two of you are being intimate

When he kisses you though, it is always light and gentle

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He isn't extremely well with children

He can feed them cool and interesting facts that he has stored up in his head, but if they aren't interested in such things he's a little bit at a lost

If you and he were to interact with children (perhaps little ones in your family since we don't have much information on Viktor's family), he's solely rely on you leading the whole interaction

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with him is rare, he gets up early to work

However, there is an off day where you will be able to wake up with him, simply cuddled up together

Those mornings are sweet, because it is the warmest feeling you will ever feel and it is also the best way to wake up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights result in him coming home exhausted.

Some nights this mf doesn't even come home (don't stress he just is sleeping in his silly little lab)

The nights he does come home, however, he just wanst sleep at this point and he's no doubt dragging you into bed with him because he's gotten so used to having you by his side as he sleeps.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In a friendship, he would reluctantly share a few things about his childhood in the Undercity. Though, they were extremely vague and something that you expected any child to go through.

However, he started to open up a little more further in your relationship

It was when you two started dating that he was much more comfortable telling you more details about himself

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His patience can vary, more so on how stressed he is

He typically has a very good patience, if someone isn't getting something he can explain again and try and dumb it down as much as he can. Though, it can only last a little when it is someone who does not share the same scientific knowledge as he does.

His patience when explaining such scientific things to you is better, though. He's happy to explain these things with you because then he'd finally have someone else to talk to about it aside from Jayce

If he's extremely stressed out, he's more likely to snap or rudely say to leave him alone

He doesn't want to be rude, but with his patience being tested enough throughout the day, he simple cannot handle the smallest thing

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's got an extremely good memory, with his work and his smarts, there's no doubt that he taught himself to keep certain things drilled into that brilliant mind of his

He'd be able to remember the small things about you, he was observant like that. He's more likely similar to Jayce (of course, not as much as he was with you).

At first it was mostly how you liked your coffee/tea, how often you needed reminding of certain tasks, things that only extremly close friends would know - even early into your friendship.

When you two start dating, he learns all the smaller details of you. The small shifts if body language/ facial expressions when your emotions change. If you scratch yourself/ bite or pick your nails/ shake your leg when your nervous, ect:

Like it to Viktor to figure these things out within moments.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory of yours and his relationship would definitely be your first date

He was a nervous wreck, but he didn't fail to meet all your standards

He went to your house, even got you a little gift (something he knew that you would like)

You two had a lovely dinner first date and the two of you were hitting it off brilliantly

He even managed to make you laugh, so loud in this restuarnt that the poor people around you had looked a little pissed off.

You quickly quietened yourself and tried to calm down, but he could hear the little giggles coming from your lips

It was one of his favourite memories of your early days in the relationship because he loves hearing you stupid little laughs when you're trying to be quiet.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective, but when he is feeling protective over you (perhaps you are talking to someone and they make a few too many hints at you), he'd come over and remind you of an up coming date of yours or ask if you're coming by the lab later.

He wouldn't suggest or say anything lewd, that is for you and him and you and him alone.

He secretly likes it if you are protective over him.

He wouldn't want you to get violent, he doesn't like the idea of you getting hurt (fuck the other guy, yk we don't care about them). However, he doesn't dislike the whole idea of you getting protective over him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With gifts and ideas with dates and anniversaries, he's thinking out every single possible outcome of getting it for you or doing it with you.

A gift he has to weigh out the ideas of how much you would use it and if it would last long enough for you to use it however many times, alongside trying to figure out how excited or grateful you would be if he got it for you

A date would have to someplace you two could have meaningful conversation. There's no point being someplace crowded where neither of you would enjoy, get separated from each other or even are restricted from having a proper conversation.

A dinner perhaps or a date? A picnic? Somewhere secluded and calm where you could easily navigate through and talk to one another

An anniversary he would definitely have to take you someplace where it had a deep meaning for the both of you. Somewhere you said your first 'I love you', or where you had your first date or kiss. If you're married then a first anniversary might be where he proposed.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It's mostly his sleep that is a bad habit of his, he relies so much on coffee to stay awake that instead of 70% water in his body it's more like coffee.

Another habit of his would most definitely keeping a few of deeper feelings hidden from you. He wouldn't want to bother you with what he has going on, and would, without a single doubt, head head on into his work more than usual.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn't at all concerned with his physical looks like his face or his hair, however he can be a little bit insecure about his leg

We can see how he views himself due to his disability in the series. Even if he may seem fine with it now in his adulthood, he can still feel a little bit insecure and down about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might feel a bit incomplete without you by his side, but he also believes it to be impractical to rely on someone to that extent that he would feel 'incomplete' without them

Well, he'd say that at first, but it is only a matter of time before he starts to realise that he isn't quite as motivated as he usually is without your smile or your laughter to cheer him up or get him through the day.

Really it is a 50/50 on how 'incomplete' or 'complete' he feels without you. It might just be a mixture depending on the day.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He was a star student throughout his school days, especially in the academy in Piltover. However, he would sometimes figure our how to find the answers to a few tests.

He wasn't cheating, oh no, no. But he wanted to see if he got the answers corrects and, of course, he did.

He was never caught once.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A big one is if you saw him differently or thought of him differently because of his leg.

He ain't gonna like you, let alone want to be with you if you're ableist

Another one is if you never understood the importance of what he work would be doing for the world like he or Jayce did.

If you don't see how important his and Jayce's work is, and won't even try to see how important it is, you might as well have zero luck with him

He needs someone who can support him on this. He needs someone to see how important his work is, just as anything else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Has such a shitty sleep schedule, this mf barely ever sleeps and mostly lives of coffee in hopes that it keeps him alive at this point

You'd have to drag this man away from his work for him to actually go to bed

I mean, it's not like he doesn't sleep ,it just isn't regular.

You'd, without doubt, find him asleep in the lab if you wen in early/late enough.

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Masterlist

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Afterglow (Vi)

Kinktober 2024 Day Fourteen: Aftercare

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your favorite part is the afterglow. You wonder if hers is too.

To you, nothing can beat these moments. The moments where your legs unceremoniously unwrap around her hips and you both collapse on top of each other with big sighs and closed eyes. The moments where there’s a smile on your lips through every deep breath as your fingers search for hers once again. The moments where you’re more than a little blissed out- you’re in heaven and it’s only because she brought you there. Nothing else. No one else. Except for her. Always her.

At the same time, she’ll try to pull you closer to her. It’s a nearly impossible task. After all, you’re already curling around her and tucking yourself against her naked body. But she manages a little progress anyway. She’ll straighten out your once-bent knees in favor of tangling her legs in between yours. She’ll angle your still naked body so you have no choice but to tuck your head into her shoulder and press your chest against hers. And she’ll drape an arm over your waist and brush her fingers lightly up and down your skin. You like it when you feel them dance up and down your spine in small, rhythmic motions. She likes it when you wiggle around and give her the opportunity to reach down and give your ass a squeeze and a slight slap here and there. You compromise, by giving her a little more space to do whatever she wants with her body. You know you’ll be happy with whatever she does. You know you’ll be happy simply because it’s her.

“You’re my everything, you know that?” She mumbles to you after a while of laying together, eyes closed and content looks across her face. The words brush against your skin, and the fact that you’re sharing so much space is the only reason why you were able to hear such a quiet declaration being spoken out into the world. Though, these words of hers- they aren’t new to you. It’s not even the tenth or the hundredth time she’s shared such a message with you. It’s been more than that. More times than you can count. “My everything.”

But that doesn’t make it any less special. Because you know just how much she meant it. You know how much she meant every single kind word she has ever said to you. 

“You’re my everything too,” You tell her softly, taking a moment to nuzzle up against her even further. It doesn’t take much convincing to get her to believe you too. But it gets her to peek her eyes open at you and smile kindly, before tilting her head to press a few tiny kisses to the top of your nose. You let out a quiet giggle at her actions and her hand dips down again to rest on your backside once more. She’s careful about a few spots - including the spot she told you she just couldn’t help but bite at while she was eating you out from behind in a crazed frenzy. But you can’t find yourself caring or even being able to pretend you’re still mad about that. “I love you so much, Vi.”

You have much more important things to do. 

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Much more important things to enjoy.

So you go ahead and enjoy it. You start by melting into the bed with her and emptying your mind of literally everything else except for the woman you have in your arms. The rumbled sheets you were once both fucking on top of were now pulled haphazardly up to cover both your bodies and offer a thin layer of warmth. Though at this point, the two of you have been cuddling for so long that it offers more than just a little warmth. It offers sanctuary. It offers peace. It offers that sleepy feeling you know you should ignore in favor of taking a shower or at least, a washcloth and wiping at the now unflattering dried mess in between both of your legs. But it offers an excuse too. You’re feeling far too comfortable here. You’re feeling far too cozy here. You’re feeling far too happy here too.

Because who wouldn’t be. Who wouldn’t be when you’re with the person you love more than anything that exists in the world.

You know that at one point in your life, there was a time before you met her- there was a time before you met Vi. But you don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to recall the time before you had the shape of her every tattoo memorized because all you would do is drag your fingers against them time after time after time- all because she let you. You don’t want to remember the time before you knew this much about what your body wants and needs from another person to feel this happy- this good, this fulfilled after sex. And you don’t even want to think about all those lonely days and nights you’ve spent before meeting her, wondering if the one for you exists out there. Because you're past those days. Because you have her now. And she has you. 

And as far as you’re concerned, you’re not going anywhere. Not without her. Never without her.

“We have to get up soon,” Vi murmurs right by your ear after a couple more minutes of sleepy cuddles. It’s accompanied by a few more kisses and the tickle of her hair brushing softly against your hair. Though predictably, it does very little to encourage you to get up and follow. Mostly because you just couldn’t be bothered with the thought of leaving her arms right now.“Gotta get you clean, sweetheart.”

“Hmm… maybe later?” 

But partly because you noticed that she hadn’t made any moves herself to move away or to get you out of bed either.

“Yeah, okay…”

It’s just a part of life, you’ve come to realize. It’s just part of love. Those moments where you know you have too much to do but can’t help but be distracted with each other. Those moments where you know you have to untangle. Not just because it’s too hard. But because you don’t want to. Because her body is too warm when it’s pressed against yours. Because her arms are made just perfectly for wrapping themselves around you and never letting go. Because you love the afterglow. Because it’s your favorite part. Because you get to share in it with her and only her.

“...later sounds good, sweetheart. Later sounds good.”

And because she gets to share in it with you too.