#League of Legends one shot

[lightdangerr]

PINK - Vi

Warnings: Mild +18. Hints. Fluff. You get a good beating.

notes: I'm not used to write this kind of things (+18), I hope you like it.

You watched the redhead hit the wall, you couldn't help but bite your lip as Vi's muscles flexed. You looked like a hormonal teenager, and it embarrassed you a little.

──────Do you enjoy the view?──────She asked when she felt your gaze on her, you looked at her with a smile.

──────Yes and much──────You answer seeing her smiling mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her put on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and going down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it again to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────Then do it-──────You spoke up and gave yourself a mental slap as she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, she opened the jacket kissing your neck, leaving light hickeys in the process, making you gasp helplessly, she stopped and you let out a snort.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you again moving closer to you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Si and much──────You answer seeing her smile mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her placed on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it back down to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────Then do it-──────You spoke up and gave yourself a mental slap as she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, she opened the jacket kissing your neck, leaving light hickeys in the process, making you gasp helplessly, she stopped and you let out a snort.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you coming back towards you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Not there prize today, rosita──────You ran to the place where Caitlyn was.

She looked at you giving you a little smile to look around again──────What are you doing, watchman? ──────You ask leaning against the wall.

──────Surveying ground.

──────Always on the defensive, hottie──────You looked at Vi, who approached Caitlyn, you just watched with your blood boiling in jealousy at the attention she was giving to the watcher, you looked in another direction noticing a silhouette, you frowned as you walked along the edge.

──────Liz What are you doing? ────── Caitlyn asked as she noticed you walking along the edge without looking down. You shushed her, watching for any sound, Vi grabbed your hand, fearing you might fall, you let go, running into a pipe and up onto the roof of the house straight ahead, you heard Vi behind you and Caitlyn calling their names.

You continued your run until Vi inadvertently lost sight of you, I looked everywhere trying to decipher where you had gone.

Instead you ran and ran until something crashed into you and knocked you to the ground.

What a stupid fall that was.

You got up defensively, recognized that person as one of Silco's henchmen, threw punches and hit and missed. Thanks to the glow it made the opposing blows hurt like hell but you still stayed on your feet.

At least until he hit you hard in the stomach, you coughed blood, you were out of energy, about to fall, when the opponent went to throw another blow you gave another being rewarded by one in your jaw, he took you by the neck hanging you, you coughed for air, you moaned trying to get loose, you saw blurred and your senses were dulled.

From one moment to the next you fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air without stopping, you looked straight ahead and saw Vi hit the man without stopping. She got up giving one last kick to the unconscious man, she ran towards you checking your wounds, she was talking to you but you didn't really hear much of what she was saying.

──────¿Mhm?, Yes it was me, I'm sorry──────You were hallucinating, Vi took you in her arms firmly and started walking back──────Shh, I want to drink myself unconscious too. Damn vice──────You laughed a little.

Vi listened to every one of your hallucinations, laughing internally at some very stupid and funny ones until you talked about some girls, saying how sexy they looked.

And no, that was not allusion, not unintentionally. That was on purpose.

Vi's grip tightened on your legs, you laid your head on Vi's chest, drawing pictures on top of the fabric.

──────You look so... Damn sexy──────You fell unconscious, Vi took your pulse in concern.

The blow to your stomach and jaw were too much, even more so when that guy had glitter in his system.

When she arrived she left you on a bed, going for a first aid kit, she treated your wounds carefully trying as much as possible not to be so rough, kissing your cheek as she listened to the moans you let out because of the stabbing pain throughout your body. She was missing one and she was sure that it was the one that hurt the most, she lifted your shirt up to the level of your breasts, seeing the big bruise and blood on your stomach, she sighed.

She kissed the edges carefully as she wiped away the blood, she stopped the instant you squealed bringing your hand to your stomach, Vi took you in her arms, caressing your head as you coughed a little, you opened your eyes a little, closed them and hid your face in the redhead's arms. You hit Vi's hand still drowsy.

──────Don't touch──────Your voice had come out hoarse and dry, Vi shook her head.

──────Remove your arm──────Ordered softly looking at you, I took your arm away from your stomach. I put the absorbent cotton over the wound listening to you inhale sharply, trying to be as careful as possible.

You only mumbled incoherently, and even bit the redhead's toned arm slightly.

It didn't bother her, in fact she was used to you biting her.

The cotton touched the center of the wound, making you let out a small scream, which was immediately silenced by the redhead, who kissed your lips with little delicacy, continued healing the wound without separating her lips from yours, she didn't want and neither was she going to let you scream when more minions could be near.

He had finished treating the wound, only needed to put gauze, when he was about to separate from you, you leaned up again to catch his lips, Vi did not refuse and continued the kiss with more rudeness, his hand stopped on your torso sticking you more to his body. The kiss was getting hotter and hotter, her hand touched every part of your body without getting to the sore spots.

The door opened before she could reach any further. Caitlyn opened her eyes like saucers as she swallowed in that at the intimate moment the contrarians were having.

──────Yo... I'm sorry──────Before they could speak, the blonde was already gone.

──────You almost always interrupt us──────You muttered listening to the affirmative sound of your partner, you laughed to then take your hands to your affected areas to greater severity, emitting a groan.

──────Rest──────Murmuro leaning back against the wall at the same time that carefully attracted your body until you had it on top of hers, you smiled resting your head on the chest of the redhead, listening to her heartbeat, you closed your eyes hugging her against your body, something that she returned with the least possible force──────Admit that you scared me──────You emitted an 'aww' leaving a kiss on the tattoo on her neck.

──────I'm sorry rosita, I didn't mean to──────I sounded like a tease but the second thing was true, you didn't mean to scare her. And the truth you blamed on your curiosity and desire to be in a fight. You leaned better on her body letting her put the gauze on your stomach.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Guysss imagine topping Sevika when she finally LOSENS UPPP ⚠️ bottom sev ⚠️

I can imagine her letting you top her once or twice but that woman is so tense even thought you’ve known her years upon years, that she couldn’t get herself to fully enjoy it because she’s always so deep in her head about her “tough” image.

So imagine her, once again, under you, trying to muffle her moans so you couldn’t hear them, even though you could tell the slight roll in her eyes when you thrusted into her. She was groaning out curses, hands clenching the sheets she laid against.

She looked so pretty beneath you, it was just a shame she was trying to hide from you.

That was until you flicked her clit with your thumb, her back arching slightly as she gasped again. Before she could close her mouth, your thumb moved to her mouth and traced her lips. Index and middle finger slowly moving into her mouth.

She moaned against you, sucking your fingers, lapping her tongue at your skin.

“Gonna fuck you dumb, Vika.”

Then she fucking breaks.

She whined against you, hips that usually tried to stay in one place matched your rhythm, bucking at every single thrust you made into her. Her body suddenly loosens up, back now arching even more off the bed, head thrown back as she tried her best to keep your fingers in her mouth as she moans out properly

You’re drilling your hips into her, watching her basically fall apart. She’s drooling from the corners of her lips, eyes rolling back so hard it hurt her. But she didn’t care because you felt so good pushing the strap into her there was nothing on this earth that could matter in that moment.

You take your fingers out of her mouth, watching as the noises she made became much more clear. The same fingers reached down to rub her clit, but your eyes never left her.

When she finally cums, she feels like she’s on cloud nine. Your hand is reaching towards her face, wiping away a tear that had left her eye when she cried out for you just a moment ago.

Let’s just say she was better at letting go from then on 😇

[redtsundere-writes]

OPEN FANFIC COMMISSIONS!

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Pillow | Cult Leader!Suguru Geto (+18. MDNI)

Dick or Treat | Sukuna Ryomen (+18. MDNI)

Favorite Client | Nanami Kento

Proud | Toji Fushiguro (+18. MDNI)

First Time | Megumi Fushiguro

Ride or Die | Ryomen Brothers (+18. MDNI)

Last Time | Nanami Kento (+18. MDNI)

OnlyFans | Toji Fushiguro (+18. MDNI)

Masiosare | Sukuna x Uraume (English)

Masiosare | Sukuna x Uraume (Español)

Ear Cleaning | Sukuna Ryomen

Ribs | Sukuna Ryomen

Blood Bath | Sukuna Ryomen

Eyes on Me | Sukuna Ryomen

A challenge drabble | Ino Takuma

Off Limits | Gojo Satoru

League of Legends:

Negative Rizz | Heartsteel!Ezkayn

League of Legends:

Out Of My League | Heartsteel!Kayn / Rhaast: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. (FINISHED)

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen: Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16.

League of Legends:

Heartsteel Members as Iconic BTS Moments

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna Is The Type Of Dad

Nanami Is The Type Of Dad

Choso Is The Type Of Dad

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

Demon Slayer:

Runaway | Uzui Tengen x Reader

[milksuu]

after that one anon ask, i am on that dad!heartsteel!aphelios brianrot oml

[bekkomi]

Based on that one Korean poster of Macbeth

[xyfleurian]

☆ — "Love"

Chosen Pairing: CaitVi

"Would you kill to have Powder back?"

Vi stopped, paused even. She knew Caitlyn had the right to ask that question. That damned question she knew the answer for but couldn't bring herself to say.

The answer was a simple yes, Vi would absolutely go haywire and kill to have her sister back. She would even run towards the hellish depths of the earth just to save Powder, but she couldn't. It was a fact she has known for a while, but couldn't bring herself to accept.

Vi utters a yes to Caitlyn, to which the indigo haired woman raised her eyebrow. She seemed stunned, surprised even. She knew Vi would answer an affirmative, but there was one thing she was confused about.

"Then why didn't you take the shot? She was handing you the rifle, you could've had her back-"

"I couldn't do that to you, Cait," Vi cuts her off. She notices her voice break, but she pays no mind.

"No matter how much I want Powder back, I can't kill you. I can't bear to see you facing my fists, I don't want to do so either," Vi explains, taking pauses with her words.

Caitlyn only sighs, now realizing it was hard enough for Vi to make a choice when they were both abducted. She has completely disregarded how hard it must've been, leaving behind her life in the now nation of Zaun, and adjusting in Piltover. Vi was still an outcast, an outsider who got lucky enough just like Viktor was.

Caitlyn has never thought about how important Vi has gotten to her, and the other way around. In return, Vi couldn't understand how Caitlyn was already important to her during that time. In between a situation where she had to choose one, she hoped to save both her sister and, whatever Caitlyn was to her.

Vi loves Caitlyn, as much as she does for Powder, and she could never kill one of them just to have the other.

[eurikaplisetsky]

Heartbits pt. 3

THEY. ARE. BACK! This is supposed to have a sixth page yet i decided not to include it T_T. To see what's the original ending and to know why it's missing, be my supporter now on kofi and find it out on the link below!

[sev1kasgirl]

Spark Of Rivalry

Sevika x Reader

Sevika is an enforcer! enemies to lovers?

I dodged Sevika's grasp by mere inches, my heart racing as I vanished into the crowded market. That woman was relentless! Our last encounter left me with a scar above my left eyebrow and a burning desire to outsmart her.

Weeks later, I found myself at an underground fight club, seeking a lucrative opportunity. Sevika appeared, her piercing gaze scanning the room. Our eyes collided, sparking a jolt of adrenaline.

"You're a hard woman to catch," she said, her voice low and husky, as she approached me.

"I'm not interested in being caught," I retorted, my tone laced with defiance.

Sevika's smile hinted at a challenge. "We'll see about that."

We engaged in a verbal sparring match, our words dripping with tension. Every glance, every gesture, felt like a dance on the edge of a knife. I couldn't deny the thrill that came with facing her.

As the night wore on, our banter turned into a game of cat and mouse, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Sevika's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, leaving me breathless.

Suddenly, she leaned in, her face inches from mine. "You're playing with fire, smuggler," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I stood my ground, my heart pounding. "I'm not afraid of getting burned."

Sevika's gaze lingered, the air thick with unspoken promises. Then, she vanished into the crowd, leaving me wondering if I'd just made a deal with the devil herself.

~

Days passed, and our encounters became a thrilling game of cat and mouse. Sevika would appear, testing my skills, pushing me to my limits. I began to crave these moments, my senses heightened whenever she was near.

One night, I received a cryptic message from an unknown source, proposing a lucrative heist. The catch? Sevika was involved. I arrived at the designated meeting point, wary but intrigued.

Sevika emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Partnering with me is your best chance at success," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I trust you?"

Sevika's smile was enigmatic. "Because, smuggler, we both want the same thing: to outdo the competition and claim the prize."

Our uneasy alliance was forged, bound by mutual interest rather than trust. As we planned the heist, our banter turned into a delicate dance of power and seduction.

~

The night of the heist arrived, and we moved through the shadows, our movements synchronized. Sevika's skills impressed me, her expertise undeniable.

As we infiltrated the target location, tensions rose. Sevika's hand brushed against mine, sending sparks through my body. I glanced at her, but her expression remained focused.

We secured the prize, a valuable artifact, and escaped into the night. Sevika turned to me, her eyes glinting with triumph.

"Not bad, smuggler. You're more useful than I thought."

I smirked, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. "You're not so bad yourself, enforcer."

Our gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken tension. For a moment, I thought I saw something more in her eyes... something that looked almost like attraction.

~

As we parted ways, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Sevika's gaze had lingered a fraction of a second longer than necessary. The thrill of our partnership still coursed through my veins.

Days passed, and our paths crossed again. This time, Sevika sought my expertise for a clandestine meeting. We navigated the winding alleys of Zaun, our footsteps echoing off the walls.

Sevika's usual composure faltered for a moment, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability. "I need your help, smuggler. Discreetly."

My curiosity piqued, I agreed. As we walked, our shoulders almost touched, sending shivers down my spine.

Night fell, and we found ourselves in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse. Sevika's eyes locked onto mine, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I have a proposition. One that requires... trust."

My heart raced as she stepped closer, her breath caressing my skin. "I'm listening."

Sevika's lips brushed against my ear, sending sparks through my body. "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."

With that, she vanished into the shadows, leaving me breathless and wondering.

Midnight approached, and I found myself at the clock tower, my pulse racing. Sevika emerged from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and uncertainty.

"Smuggler, I—"

Suddenly, a group of thugs ambushed us. Sevika instinctively pulled me into the shadows, her body pressed against mine.

In the heat of the moment, our lips almost touched, the tension between us palpable. Gunfire erupted, and we fought side by side, our movements fluid.

When the dust settled, Sevika's gaze met mine, her eyes burning with intensity. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of attraction.

"Thanks for watching my back," she said, her voice low and husky.

My heart skipped a beat. "Anytime, enforcer."

Our faces inches apart, the air thick with unspoken promises...

~

Months passed, and our partnership blossomed into a fierce loyalty. Sevika and I stood side by side, taking on Zaun's underworld together.

One fateful night, as we celebrated a hard-won victory, Sevika's gaze locked onto mine. The tension between us was palpable, no longer just rivalry, but something more.

"Y/n," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think it's time we acknowledged the real prize."

My heart raced as she stepped closer, her eyes burning with intensity.

"You," she whispered, her lips inches from mine. "You're the one I want."

Our lips met in a fiery kiss, the spark between us igniting into a blaze of passion.

From that moment on, Sevika and I were inseparable. We ruled Zaun's shadows together, our love growing stronger with each passing day.

In the midst of danger and intrigue, we found our haven in each other's arms.

Years later, as we stood on the rooftop, overlooking the city we once fought to control, Sevika turned to me with a smile.

"You know, Y/n," she said, her eyes shining with love, "I'm glad I never caught you."

I chuckled, pulling her close. "Me too, Sevika. Me too."

And as the sun set over Zaun, our lips met once more, sealing our love forever.

[juniemunie]

The Masks of the Kindred seek you!

[popawritter12]

Can I request this

a reader who is a traveling dancer with Yandere blood moon shen. If you want some lore, Shen and reader were best friends when they were younger.

Author's notes: I had many complications this week, sorry but I will finish your requests more slowly, sorry if I lose my initial regularity :(

Also, there's was something that I wanted to add: Please add the gender of the reader, it is important because I need to know if you want a male, female, non-binary or any other gender reader, it is important when converting it from my Spanish to English <3

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Shen x reader

Yandere character: Shen From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: League Of Legends Case: Kidnapping, childhood friends, small memory loss, mentions of bondage, unhealthy obsession, mention of a cult Part:1 of 1 Finished: Yes -

The night was full of stars, the streets are illuminated by decorations of stunning colors, and the people with a happy expression on their faces after so many years. It was no surprise for the cultist to see people being so happy that day, since he was also happy, and not because of the approaching event, it was because, finally his beloved returns home, returns to him and returns to their family roots, to the place where it belonged for so long.

Distant was the time when they lived next to him, where they danced together and they perceptively mocked the mistakes he made when dancing, when the dancer moved as freely as a bird fluttering its wings in the air.

He still has mind images of them when he first saw the dancer; beautiful and with a folk dance ropes. In his eyes, the dancer was a beauty, even for their young age, as they parents always put a lot of thought into their beauty, always trying to stand out at all times, and especially when they was going to act or dance.

He never knew when or how the dancer had become a close friend to him, since he was very shy around them, and had a hard time getting close to her to even greet them, but he did; He had achieved it, and he felt that it had been the best thing he had done in his entire life.

The dancer was always looking for him, looking to play with him and looking for a break from their busy life. Normally they both chased each other in the forest, or practiced different types of dance, the time they had spent together was such that it seemed unreal, given that he was the first friend they had; Their parents never accepted the fact that they had other friends, that the dancer sought to have their childhood in peace without their parents worrying about it, so the dancer ran away from their home almost daily to be able to see it.

It was obvious that they both developed a feeling for each other; love, and mainly a friendship that they thought would never be broken.

However, everything was never rosy, especially when Shen was told that his beloved dancer was going to leave.

He tried to stop the family of his dancer, telling them how much they meant to him, and even confessing his love for the dancer…, but it was too late; His precious dancer was too young to decide for their own life, and they was forced to leave what they always called home.

Years passed until they returned, when they did, he noticed that their best friend was not there, that person with whom they always dedicated to dancing and practicing the dance that normally was difficult for them was not there. When the dancer asked about him, everyone refused to give them an answer, saying that no one knew where the poor boy was with whom they danced so much and who enjoyed the little childhood they had.

And it was mainly their love for him that caused them to never forget the feeling they had when they found out the truth; when they found out that he had decided to join that horrific cult. To that group of people who constantly harms the entire town, many thought it was impossible, and even the person who told them said that she doubted if it was really him.

It was painful, very painful to think that by abandoning his friend he had caused him to go down the wrong path, to notice that, almost by accident, he had been forced to join the cult of the blood moon, and repeatedly nights he blamed themselves for those decisions he had taken.

And yet it was easy for him to find out when they returned for the first time, and searched every corner of the village for the dancer, that person with whom he tried as fervently to fall in love with him as the first time.

However, it was obvious that she was not going to react very well to this, since it was the same cultists who had murdered one of her great friends, she was always going to have that grudge buried deep in her heart. .

He knew that she was never going to forgive him, but that infatuation had escalated in such a way that even with the years he made him see her again, longing to touch her skin again, to see how she had grown And even if he gave her a opportunity to dance with her once again.

And when he met them again he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't stop thinking that they would remember him and that them would run to give him a hug, fill him with affection and remind him that they will always be in his heart, that they was always going to stay and that now no one was going to command their life and that they was going to be by his side until the end of them days.

However, once again his actions ended up working against them, and his dancer only saw him with fear, with terror and with anguish of knowing what he had become, in the decision that he had made from the moment he took a step inside the blood moon temple.

He did not stop repeating repeatedly what he had to do, what he was going to end up doing sooner or later, and what they was going to drive to madness; However on that route, it was very obvious that he had not took a second path, there was no deviation and much less a return.

He tried to force them into a hug, tried to get the dancer to talk to him, but not a single word that he expected from them came out of them, only a scream of fear came out of their mouth. They vocal cords seemed like they were going to end up damaged, and at the same time irritated the man's ears, even if he was confused it didn't take him long to realize why his dancer was having such a reaction.

He let them go, and almost instantly they escaped with all the energy they could muster in their legs, almost as if they wanted to simply disappear from the earth or teleport to a place completely away from him, and a scream from them — That seemed to call another man—was heard in the distance when his dancer was no longer in his range of vision.

That night, after a long time, almost for the first time in his life, he cried and collapsed under the temple, removing a mask from his face, removing that serious and almost emotionless personality from him. That part of him that sought so fervently to eliminate all traces of humanity, and eradicate those very human and sensitive feelings that lived in his heart.

It was terrible and horrendous, almost frightening, the feeling of knowing how his beloved dancer had treated him, even more knowing that it was her fault that they had reacted so badly, that the dancer had decided to simply reject him and walk away from him at full speed.

It was a memory that played in his mind for many nights, even for weeks he wondered what he had done wrong, what mistake he had made for them to make the decision to run as far away from him as possible, and why they had done so rejected in such a way that even running as far away from him as possible.

But, a memory appeared in his mind.

One that he had buried inside his chest, one that she thought he would never see again.

Two young people were walking in the middle of the forest, the illumination of the sun at midday allowed them to see clearly. The hurried steps of the youngest were the most heard due to the rustling of the leaves.

—Wait! I don't run as much as you!

The brown-haired young man was panting, air struggling into his lungs.

—Oh, come on! You seriously can't stand anything!

The dancer seemed almost unattainable with so little fatigue in an entire tour, especially when they had barely left their house after a long hour of training.

—I can't keep up with you, you just finished training, shouldn't you rest for a second?

—We're almost there, stop being a complainer.

The young man snorted in protest, his legs shaking but stiff from the amount of road they had traveled. The amount of miles they had traveled together was too much even for someone like him, yet the dancer seemed so excited that they ignored the pain in their legs or the fatigue in their body.

It was almost a miracle when the dancer took his hand, excited and jumping for joy.

—We are already close! —The dancer, almost unconsciously jumping with big steps, highlighting a dazzling smile in every second of their jumps.

The dancer looked as happy as always, but while he dragged his partner to the long mountain which they crossed with a path highlighted by the separation of stones and the grass without existing on that path.

—Are you going to tell me where we're going?

—Just walk!

It took them only three minutes to climb the small mountain in front of them.

Upon reaching the top, the little girl looked over the trees, and mainly, a small path where there was a large group of people.

The young woman took the hand of her companion, her free hand pointing to the people on the path.

—Look! It's there! —She shouted, excited —, they are professional dancers.

Both children looked at the group in front of them, and Shen couldn't help but feel somewhat confused.

—Did we come here just to watch a group of dancers go to their next destination? —The boy asks —, are you serious?

The dancer just looked at they partner again, before snorting, angrily.

—Aren't you looking? It means that there will be an event soon.

Shen had already been notified of the event, but they found such things incredible. The few times they left the house were thanks to the fact that they had found someone with whom they could share that enthusiasm for the world.

Shen could say something, but they just decided to look away and return their attention to the dancers and their path.

—They are so… incredible —The dancer mentions, a gasp of admiration comes out of them —, I wish I could participate in events like that.

They young friend, faced with this, only decided to look at them again, a question was formulated in his mind, almost immediately resulting in a question that was asked for them.

—When you grow up you want to be like them, I have to imagine—Shen mentions, before turning his attention to the path that the dancers were walking, now empty. —, you will travel the world, you will have many admirers, and many things, you know?

At this, the dancer, offended, looks at him again, pushing his shoulder lightly with his small hand.

—I don't want to be like them—The dancer responds angrily.

—Hey? why not? —He asks, curious.

—Because it would mean being away from you.

The young man's heart raced, before he just refused to look the dancer in the eyes, a slight blush on his face.

—Shen, I have to tell you something.

The dancer moved fluidly towards him, managing to position in front of him.

—What happen?

—If one day I ever leave, I want you to know that I won't do it on my own —The dancer begins their explanation—, my parents always insist that I have to go out into the world, dance and explore the whole world, but I want to stay here, with you. .

The young man's blush spread even more, but now he just stared at the young dancer, happily.

—So, if I try to leave here, do whatever it takes to stop me, okay? —The dancer asked, firmly taking his hands —. No matter what happens, I want us to be together no matter what.

At this, he nodded, a protective feeling rising deep in his chest, but stronger now.

That memory had triggered everything, and it wasn't long before he came to, noticing what he had in his arms.

The dancer moved with fear, their back arching as their hands clasped around his wrists caused a feeling of sorrow deep in his heart.

He realized that he had slipped out of himself, and now he had his precious dancer, beneath him, sobbing as they body trembled violently, trying to escape the deep grip he exerted.

—I see you did it —A voice echoed behind him.

Hearing his footsteps in the barely lit room only reminded him of the mistake he had made.

—I didn't think I would be capable of this, after all, you were the closest of all of us to stripping you of your humanity. —the hooded man mentioned, without removing his white mask with reddish details.

The man leaned against the old wood, between his fingers a deck of cards which he manipulated with such ease that he resembled an artist manipulating a paintbrush.

—However, I want you to be clear about one thing.

The bodyguard looked serious, his mask marked that lack of humanity, which was never going to be removed in the face of another cultist, or demon.

—You have permission to keep it, but if you betray us —The man threw a white card on a dark wood, rubbing against Shen's mask.

The letter passed through a beetle with ease, managing to split its body with a single attack.

—Don't think you'll have another chance.

The hooded man withdrew, his footsteps soon disappeared into the darkness, while leaving the clear sign that there was not a single human person in that temple.

There wasn't a single human person there, least of the dancer.

The dancer who was condemned to dance with their only and most fearsome dance partner.

[incorrect-piltover-quotes]

Jinx: Vi, family doesn't make threats. Have I ever threatened you?

Vi:

Vi: ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Chat idk if I’ll survive season two 😔😔

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listen obviously I want caitlyn to wear glasses so she can give off the sexy intellectual vibes she deserves. but also. if someone legitimately asked caitlyn kiramman if she wore glasses or needed glasses…i just know she would genuinely get so offended. like big frown, wounded pride and everything.

“why would I ever need glasses?” she says, with that haughty topside accent, “my eyesight is excellent.”

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Requests open!

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["CLAIM THE PRICE"]—Part 1.

ARCANE

SILCO x OFC 💖

"DON'T-SHIT-WITH-ME"-RAY DELIVERS AN INJURED JINX TO SILCO AND SEES HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WOUND&BLOOD, CHARACTER BOUND W ROPE.

Ray has always been just another scrapy kid from the Lanes. Someone small enough to wander through the mines and get through places others couldn't. Someone with enough spare energy to burn through endless hours of digging tunnels. A young woman with enough muscle mass to carry the findings from where other kids like her dissapeared into the mines to the trucks in which piltovians would drive away with the result of all their hard work and money.

No, Ray had never been particularly noticable. Just another kid with dirty smuged cheeks and a smile too hollow to be considered cheerfull; tiredness etched on every inch of her dry skin. Just like everyone elses, really. Not different, not special. Just another zaunite trying to survive.

She's still a kid from the Lanes. A decade later, her lungs don't work quite right; a burning pain stabbing the insides of her chest whenever she runs too fast or for far too much time. Her skin is still dry, even tearing up at elbows and knees, forehead and fingers; she still works non-stop and always has to be carefull to not get lost and stuck, even if circumstances are different now. Zaun is always dangerous, no matter what –two, three, if you're lucky four wall- room you happen to call home. There's always power above you; and you just have to crawl around and find your way, your path. Pray to not get hurt too bad for you to stand up again the next day and repeat the cycle.

If there's one thing Zaun teaches its citizens –if you could call them that–, it's to be tough. Not as a chosen trait of your personality, not because you want to impress someone else or look more cool and collected. No; you have to be, because you're dead otherwise. Resources are scarce in the Underground; and humans do crazy things for a bite of food after a few days without chewing anything else other than your own clothes to get the need out of you.

That's the whole reason why she stays hidden behind the corner of the street and stares. All of it. She stays put because she knows meddling in would only bring her problems and a bruise or two; she doesn't walk away because the kid reminds her to herself. Just as scrappy, bones as noticable, eyes as lost; and yet, just as fierce.

Ray analyses every detail of the scene. She has never seen the blue-hair girl around before; but she does recognise the men fighting her, with the dark green piece of cloth wrapped around their wrists and too piltovian-looking high boots. In Ray's opinion, carrying an identifier of a criminal syndicate is pretty stupid, even if it's Zaun; it just directs the revenge straigtht back to the source. But she's not here to give these rats lessons; so her dark eyes turn back to the girl.

She's small and slender, as most zaunites are; though she does seem a bit worse for wear than the usual. Ray doesn't know if it's the strange miss match of clothes or the hair colour, the glinting light on her eyes or how she smiles too happily –dying doesn't seem to worry her, apparently– at the situation at hand. She doesn't care to find out either. The only important discovery she finds it's that her blood is constantly dripping from an opened gash on her side; and the kid doesn't appear to be too worried about it to press something over it to make it stop. Not that she has the space and time to do it, anyhow.

Ray only intervenes when it's evident the girl can't hold them back any longer. She does own a gun; but she's not feeling like making that much of a noise, and she's actually quicker with her knifes, so she aims and kills three of them in a three second sucession that leaves everyone still alive momentarily stunned. When the others react, Ray is already rolling through the floor, using a man as a body shield and slashing his neck after throwing her last knife at the last one. It's all surpisingly easy –too easy to be a fight in Zaun–; but these are not true zaunites. They're something in between Up and Down. A tiny, hungry part of her wishes they'd pose more of a threat. More fun.

Kid staring with surprised wide eyes, Ray stands up from the now dead corpse and picks up her five blades. She cleans them against one of the green identifiers on their arms; not wanting to dirt her clothes with blood more than they already are. Blood is hard to wash.

Ray turns to the blue-hair girl; face carefully neutral while she points in the direction of her wound with a clean knife.

"You should cover that up" she tells her, voice almost unbothered, eyes never leaving the girl's. "I doubt you have much more blood left to lose in that skinny body of yours".

She stares, and stares, and stares. And then laughs.

"Dad will have his doctor fixing me in no time. It won't be the first time, and for sure not the last".

She grins. Not as if it's something she's proud of; just as if she's suddenly genuinely happy. She doesn't look like a fighter who enjoys violence anymore; just an innocent kid, now. The switch is intriguing. Ray doesn't point it out.

"Dad must have quite the money to call for a proper doctor to fix up a gash" she comments instead.

This time, the blue-hair kid does smile like she has found her words entertaining; a hint of an amused cheeky smile that warns Ray there's a surprise coming. And oh, is it a surprise...

"Just the King of Zaun" she humms, balancing back and forth in her own toes, and a choked sound leaves the womans throat without her permission.

It's Ray's turn to stare now. That is not just a scrappy zaunite kid; that is fucking Jinx, and the rest of her night has suffered a dangerous turn.

--

Ray would've had to be deaf to not hear about Silco's ascending power in Zaun. And even then, she would have sooner or later learnt about him by the way the whole Underground seemed to move around him. The Chem Barons were wary of him –that's how important he had become in the Underground–; and she's definetly not an exception.

Ray has never actually seen Silco. She prefers it that way; not getting close to him means not risking her life unnecesarily, and even in her curiosity, she has always being surprisingly cautious. She knows theres no running away from him now, though; Silco will investigate her daughter's incident sooner or later, and all tries will lead to Ray. So she chats with Jinx, and the girl is all too happy to take her to him. She doesn't stop talking all the way to The Last Drop; blurting whatever comes to her head, and finally growing silent when they push through the bar doors.

Silco is, obviously, not happy. Even if perfectly controlled, Ray can read the ire in his mis-matched eyes and the tension of his muscles and expression. Those intriguing eyes –that inmediately catches Ray's attention– don't last a second before they're focusing on Jinx's blood; a mere hand gesture is enough to command the bodyguards he keeps in the room, and Ray is quickly bound to a chair with rope.

She could have fought her way out of it, maybe. Her knifes seem to be calling her from their hidden place in her boots and the belt around her hips, covered by her jacket; but she's intelligent enough not to use them. She would have been able to kill some of Silco's goons, maybe; but that would only grow his fury for when he'd order his men to follow her to get rid of her body to the very corners of the world. She carefully breathes in, then, and offers no resistance; looking at him in silence while he orquests the room.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like" Jinx beggins to say, playing nervously with one of her braids.

Silco is quick to send her away.

"I'll be the one to determine that" he drags, voice as seductive and soft as it is threatening and dangerous, and Ray can't help but feel a peak of curiosity at the man in front of her. "Go find Sevika and visit the doctor, tend to your wound. Everyone get out".

Silco's bodyguards don't hesitate. They might feel unsure about leaving their boss alone with a potencial criminal; but it's and order, and Ray's effectively tied down. They leave one by one, and close the door after the last. Ray's sure they're waiting on the other side; in case things go wrong.

The air seems to grow heavier now that Silco and Ray are the only presences in the room. He takes his time; stepping around his desk and sitting down behind it in an almost regal way. Albeit attractive –she hadn't expected him to look like that–, he looks partly like just another kid from the Lanes; though Ray's aware he's much more than that. Silco's an interesting mix of yuxtapositions; he keeps the esence of the zaunites, though he's got something that reminds Ray of piltovians. Not in an irritating way; but in how he holds his power, knowing it runs through his veins, his confident but cautious posture and how he scans everything with a mix of wariness and desinterest. He's an intriguing man and Ray's inmediately hooked.

"It's not what it looks like..." he humms, repeating Jinx's words, playing distractedly with the papers on his desk even if Ray knows he's not distracted at all. "So you haven't let my daughter get hurt enough for her skin to turn pale with so much blood loss".

He waits, and Ray knows there's an answer needed. Silco seems like someone patient and at the same time not at all. She feels like he won't like half veiled truths or people trying to escape their way around; so she decides to be brutally honest and answers with her heart pounding blood through her veins. There aren't weapons pointed towards her; but Ray knows Silco doesn't need them.

"I did" she contradicts him, and his blue and almost red eyes inmediately zap up to meet hers. "I would have left her to die too if the way she fighted back didn't remind me of myself at her age. I didn't realise she was your daughter at the time, though. I would have stepped in earlier if I had."

Silco stares. It's a very different feeling than when Jinx does it; this feels like he's scanning her soul, and Ray holds her breath. Powerfull men don't always make the most rational decisions. Power can make you go mad.

"That's good to hear" he answers, an ankle crossing on top of the oposite knee in a way that shouldn't look that atractive. "If I happened to believe you didn't know who my daughter was... Do you enjoy playing the hero often?"

Ray can't help but laugh darkly at that.

"Playing hero makes you end up dead".

He's quick to answer. There's something exciting about the conversation; about the adrenaline and tettering the line of life and death. It's almost as the thrill of a physical fight. Silco's tongue is that sharp.

"And yet here you are".

Ray takes a deep breath. She can't confess what she hasn't done.

"Like I said" she pauses, holding Silco's gaze with her own assured one "Just this once, just because she reminded me of myself".

Silco lets it pass. He's silent for a minute; and Ray uses the time to define his figure with her eyes. His clothes are elegant but not piltovian eccentric; scarlet dress shirt with a black vest and a white-cream tye, details tailored in gold and brown. His hair is combed back; shorter and the sides. A hint of grey mixes with the black strands here and there. He definetly has good taste.

Silco's voice cuts through her thoughts; and Ray suddenly remembers she's not supposed to look at him like that. She's supossed to want to free herself and run away; but she's still just another kid from the Lanes, and kids from the Lanes always find trouble even when they're not actively searching for them.

"Am i correct in guessing you brought my daughter back with the hopes of claiming a reward?"

Ray can't help the hiss that escapes her mouth. She is starting to feel like they're walking in circles, here. Silco's waryness reaches a new level of untrust.

"I didn't know who she was" she repeats, growing frustrated, taking a deep breath to remain calm after that. "And even when I learnt that, I didn't follow her here for that".

Silco tilts his head. A lonely strand of hair falls over his forehead.

"What for, then?"

Ray wonders if Silco always speaks in questions and veiled threats and acussations.

"To save us both the time". She's firm, confident without sounding cocky. "I know you'd send your men to find me, sooner or later, to figure out who I am and what was my part in this whole deal. I don't like having strangers going at my back. I thought it'd be more sensible to sit here and answer all your questions so I can carry on with my life".

If Silco is surprised by her answer, he doesn't show it. His left eye glints like molten lava on his black sclera; a complete oposite to the soothing calm of his sea-blue one.

The interrogation continues, and Ray's wrists and ankles start to feel hurt under the tension of the ropes around her. Silco asks about the fight per se, now; who were they fighting against, how many, if she recognised anything about them, why did it happen, how did she kill them, when did she learn to. She mentions Gray's men and their green wrist bands; and shrugs off the years of practice kill with her knifes.

Ray can see Silco calculating a revenge in his eyes. She's not particularly concerned about that; Gray's men are a cancer for Zaun, traitors selling their brothers to Piltover, and she has no compassion for any of the Upworld or those who help them.

When all is said and done, Silco tentatively touches the motive of her presence again.

"Everyone has a price" he adds. "And I don't like being in debt. There must be something you must want".

There is. In an ideal world, Ray would love to have a good house with a warm heater, good running water, lots of food and new clean cothes. A pet and a comfortable sofa. Ray lives in the real one.

"Money and power comes with enemies. Why would I want that?" she calmly explains her determination to reject the offer. "I have enough to pass by. I'll let you know if somethings comes to mind".

Silco humms.

Without saying a word, he stands up and walks round the table towards her. Ray doesn't dare tear her eyes away from him; observing quietly how he stops in front of her and once again, analyses her. She waits, face tilted slightly up towards him, eyes not hiding anything back. Silco's hand grazes the inner side of her wrist while he untightens the rope, freeing her; she can't help the shiver that runs through her spine at that. If it's because of his cold skin, fear, or attraction, Ray is not quite sure yet. Silco notices it too, but he keeps silent, only flicking his eyes briefly towards her before resuming his job of untying her.

When Ray is finally free, she slowly stands up. Silco hasn't taken more than two small steps back; so their bodies are uncomfortably close, and once again she has to tilt her chin up.

He's strangely handsome. Not in the classical way; one side of his face too scared for that, cheek bones too prominent and eyes too different from each other. But he is; deep, intense stare and wonderfull hair, hard atractive features and power and elegance. Ray is so entraced by him she isn't even aware of how hard and fast her heart is beating against her ribcage; doesn't feel the usual pinching pain of her lungs when her breathing speeds up.

Silco drops the rope to the side and takes, this time, a wide step back. He returns to the safety provided behind his desk and observes her for ten more seconds before finally dismissing her. The air is suddenly back in the woman's lungs.

"You're free to go now".

And so Ray walks away; the memory of the feeling caused by those miss-matched eyes following her all the way back to her four way room she calls home. She has survived the encounter. She's one of the lucky ones.

END OF PART 1.

(PART 2 HERE:)

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AUTHORS NOTE:

TARAAA! FIRST TIME EVER WRITING A SILCO STORY! I LOVE ARCANE AND I PLAY THE GAME TOO; SILCO IS JUST MAJESTIC, SUCH AN INTERESTING CHARACTER. I HOPE I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PORTRAIT SOME OF THAT HERE.

ALL OF THIS ACTUALLY CAME FROM TRYING TO GIVE THE TALENTED @purplefangirl42 A REQUEST FOR A SILCO/OFC; BUT THE STORY KINDA MADE ITSELF WHILE I WAS WRITING TO HER AND SO HERE IT IS INSTEAD. I ACTUALLY MADE HER ANOTHER REQUEST SO YOU CAN CHECK THAT AND ALL HER OTHER WORKS ON HER BLOG! I'VE READ SOME AND YOU WON'T BE DISSAPOINTED.

REGARDING THIS STORY, JUST KNOW THAT THERE'S (AT LEAST) A SECOND PART BEING COOKED RIGHT NOW. I DON'T THINK IT'LL TAKE ME TOO LONG TO WRITE, SO YOU'LL PROBABLY HAVE IT SOON. REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY MAIN LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS AND ALL OF THAT :)

PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS AND REBLOG IF YOU CAN!

Xx,

Sky.

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