#SILCO AND VANDER IM LOOKING AT YOU

[lynx-224]

every time a male character refers to his homoerotic situationship as his “brother” an angel loses its wings

[sirenofstyxx]

ARCANE S2 SPOILER BELOW THE CUT

This image is going to make me SICK

[damsnackbar03]

if you tell me that silco is not jinx's biological father and vander is not vi's father I simply will not trust your judgment any further

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

i have so many THOUGHTS but i would get eaten alive for those thoughts so instead i will just say : ) and rant in the tags

[cosmicporos]

What would Arcane characters call their partner? What pet/nicknames would they use?

AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE! Thank you anon :3

Synopsis: A lot of little cut scenarios where arcane characters call you by cute pet names!

Characters: Sevika, Vander, Silco, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor

((awkward Ekko x reader, Teasing Viktor x reader (he calls you an airhead…))

Warning: Angst for Silco, called you “Pet” but ends with comfort!

Not proofread

Sevika

Nicknames for you: Darling, Dear, Sweet thing, Babe, Dove.

Okay maybe I’m over sentimental but imagine her calling you Dove because you bring her so much peace in life. So you’re quite literally her little peace dove.

Sevika leaned against the bar, her mechanical arm resting on the counter as she watched you move around the room. It wasn't anything special-just you tidying up after a long day-but to her, it was everything. "You know," she started, her voice low and gravelly, "you've got this way of makin' the world feel... quieter."

You paused, glancing at her with a small smile. "Yeah? That a good thing?"

She smirked, pushing off the bar to walk toward you. "It's a damn miracle, is what it is. You don't know what it's like Dove… how loud it gets up here." She tapped her temple with a finger, her gaze softening. "But then you show up, and it's like everything just... stops."

Your cheeks warmed at the sincerity in her voice, but you kept your focus on folding a stray cloth. "I didn't think I was doing anything special."

Sevika snorted, stepping closer. "That's the thing. You don't even try, and still... you're it for me. My peace. My little Dove."

Vander

Nicknames for you: Peach, Love, Sweet Pea, Darling, Sunshine, Lass/Lad.

The Last Drop was unusually quiet. The usual clatter of mugs and background chatter of conversation was replaced by the occasional cough or sniffle from the makeshift beds spread around the common room. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Vi lay bundled in blankets, their fevered faces flushed as they sipped the herbal tea Vander had brewed.

"Peach," Vander called softly, his deep voice cutting through the stillness as he approached you. You were perched on a low stool, dabbing a cool cloth against Powder's forehead. He knelt beside you, resting his broad hand on your shoulder. "You've been fussin' over them all day. Why don't you take a break, huh? Let me handle things for a while."

"I'm fine," you said, though your hands trembled slightly as you wrung out the cloth."They need us."

He tilted his head, giving you that steady, knowing look of his. "And I need you to take care of yourself, Peach. You're no good to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

Powder stirred, her small hand reaching out to grab yours. "Don't go," she mumbled, her voice weak.

You smoothed her hair back, glancing at Vander. "See? They need me."

Vander sighed, his lips twitching into a faint smile despite himself. "Stubborn as ever," he muttered. "Alright, Peach. We'll do this together, then."

Silco

Nicknames for you: Darling, Precious, lovely, Pet, Beloved.

After Jinx’s fiasco over at Topside it was obvious Silco was more than simply stressed.

In fact tension in the room was palpable, suffocating as it weighed down on your chest. Silco's piercing gaze bore into you, his lips pressed into a thin line. You'd overstepped-at least, in his mind-and now his sharp tongue was letting you know it.

"Stay out of matters you don't understand, pet," he snapped, the word cutting and cold as it left his mouth.

You flinched, the sting of his words settling deep. Your jaw clenched, and you refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on the cracked edge of the table.

“I was—I was only thinking about Jinx.” You gulped down the bile that burned in your throat. “Temporary keeping her from missions is keeping her safe.” You spoke finally looking up at him with your wet pathetic eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening. Silco's breath hitched as he realized what he'd said, the regret settling in almost immediately. His tone had been cruel, and the look on your face drove a pang of guilt through his chest.

“I apologize…” he said softly, his voice no longer harsh. "That was... uncalled for." He spoke as he stood up, fixing his cuffs as he walks over towards you.

Silco stepped closer until he was within arm's reach. "I shouldn't have said that. You didn't deserve it," he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You mean too much to me for me to speak to you that way."

When you still didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment before tilting your chin up with his gloved fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his mismatched ones.

"Forgive me," he whispered, his tone sincere. "You are not my pet. You are my beloved. The only one who stands beside me, who understands me."

Caitlyn

Nicknames for you: Petal, Cheeky one, Muffin, Trouble, Dearest.

Flour completely dusted the countertop and your face as you tried to knead the dough. Caitlyn stood across from you, her sleeves rolled up, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Petal," she said, tilting her head, "you're supposed to knead it, not wrestle it."

You huffed, brushing flour from your cheek. “It's sticking to my hands! I’m not sure how else I’m supposed to tackle this.”

Caitlyn chuckled and walked over, gently taking your hands in hers. "Here, let me show you." She guided your movements, her hands warm and steady.

When the dough finally started to cooperate, you couldn't resist smearing a bit of flour on her cheek. She froze, then slowly raised an eyebrow. “Trouble," she murmured, her voice teasing.

You grinned, backing away. "You love it."

Her soft laugh filled the kitchen as she grabbed a handful of flour. "Oh, I do. But you're not getting away with that."

Ekko

Nicknames for you: Firefly, Sugar, babe, baby, Cutie

You sat on a spinning chair in ekko’s workshop mindlessly spinning while watching him work. He was trying to fix a circuit board, but his focus seemed to drift in your direction. You caught him glancing at you a few times, his brow furrowed as though he was thinking of something important.

After a moment of silence, Ekko cleared his throat, his usual confidence wavering slightly. He set down his tools and looked at you with a small smile, hands shoved into his pockets. "Hey, uh... can I tell you something?" he asked, voice a little too casual.

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden and strange behavior. "Sure. What's up?"

He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "Well, I've been meaning to call you something... I dunno, it's just, uh, you're always so sweet, you know?" He glanced up at you briefly, cheeks turning faintly pink. “So, I was thinking... Sugar?"

There was a long, awkward pause. You blinked, processing the nickname, unsure how to respond. "Sugar?" you repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Really?"

Ekko's face reddened even more. "Yeah, I mean-because, uh, you're sweet... like sugar? You know?" He shrugged, clearly flustered now. "It's not like, weird, right?"

You couldn't help it you laughed, the sound light and teasing, but not unkind. "I don't know, Ekko. It's a bit... unexpected," you said, still grinning.

His gaze shifted, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I get it. That was dumb, huh? Just trying to be smooth, but I guess it's not my thing." He shifted uncomfortably.

against his arm, your smile softening. "It's cute," you said, voice warm. "But I think you can do better."

He met your eyes, a sheepish grin finally breaking through his awkwardness. "Yeah? You think so?…Well, I'll keep working on it then."

Viktor

Nicknames for you: Beautiful, Trinket, Dearest, Cheeky, Airhead, Sweetling.

You were fiddling with a complicated piece of tech, the gears and wires all tangled in a way that made your focus drift. Viktor stood beside you, watching with a raised eyebrow as you muttered to yourself.

"Careful, darling," he teased with a sly smile, his voice smooth and mature. "An airhead might break something important."

You shot him a playful glare, a little flustered. “I'm not an airhead! Besides…I'm working on it!" you said, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice.

Viktor chuckled, reaching over and gently fixing the wires with practiced hands. His tone softened as he met your gaze. "I didn't mean it, Sweetling. You're far from an airhead. You just... get a little lost in your thoughts sometimes." He smiled warmly. “And I think it's kind of endearing."

You felt your heart warm at his change in tone, the teasing replaced by something far more tender. "Geez thanks, Viktor." You pouted and sighed out quietly.

He smiled and chuckled softly, his hand now brushing against yours. "Anything for you, Sweetling."

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[akascow]

dUDE okay pls watch this closely omg ??

LIKEEEE zaundads GAY AS HELL and it was lowkey highkey confirmed canon (this au concept at least) in the OFFICIAL ARTBOOK bUT its SO OBVIOUS W THE LIL DETAILS HERE AND IM LOSING MY MARBLES over this THIRTY SECOND clip UGH OKAY OKAY here:

ONE- not totally captured here BUT vander was fkn making silco’s drink before he was even back there or in frame omfg dude. also silcos gay lil drink cup HAHA

TWO- THE WAY THEY SMILE AT EACH OTHER WHEN SILCO WALKS IN brUH thats straight ROMANCE AND AFFECTION right there

THREE- silco basically DRAPING himself over vander and his finger playing on vanders shoulder pad OUGHH

FOURRR- silcos hand literally NEVER LEAVES VANDERS SHOULDER (watch his hand the whole time im going fucking nuts dude) even when he pulls its back a lil when ekko calls out vander for trying to kill him, AND U CAN SEE SILCOS FINGER tenderly move around a bit again OMFGGGG

FFFFIVE- the way they LOOK INTO THE OTHER’S EYES AND SMILE when silco says “greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive” and vander is just standing there the whole time lovingly smiling at his beautiful husband WTFFFF they literally look like theyre about to MAKE OUT like damn

SIX ! AND mOST IMPORTANTLYYYYY- BENZO going aGH and giving Ekko A LOOK,, after that line... WHICH IS SUCH A “jesus christ you two.. in front of my SALAD ?? get a fucking ROOM” THING TO DO omfGGGG this guy has been 3rd wheeling them FOR DECADESSS

👇🏻still shots under the cut if u just wanna stare at them like i do:

and a gif i guess HAHA

[wishfulsketching]

how do you draw silco so pretty? im trying to figure out how to draw his face shape and just like. traced a bunch of stuff from arcane but like you stylize him so nice

Every time someone says I draw Silco pretty I'm like oh no am I ignoring his weird features but I will take this as you appreciating those said weird features, not saying that I make him look like not himself. ANYWAY

Tracing can help you learn the lines but it's not that easy to use those lines yourself, if that makes sense. I, for example, had to trace Vander's whole eye/nose situation before I really got it. Still took me multiple tries to get it right even though I knew what I was meant to do

Silco, at least older Silco, is really "top heavy" in his face. His whole chin/jaw situation is smol

Silco has such fun facial features, drawing him is always a delight

[vi-tamine]

Heyyyyy!!!

If you are up for it, I'd love to see you write a Silco x Reader Story🙏🏻

Reader was like an older Sibling to Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clagger, making sure the kids were always okay. So that day, when almost everyone died and Silco took in Powder/Jinx, Reader went with them to keep an eye on Jinx. They turn more into a Parental Figure over time for her. Reader and Silco hated each other at first but tried to remain civil for Jinx. Over time feelings developed and both are in denial. So basically Enemies to Lovers.

Also Reader takes care of like the Bar, since they have already worked there when Vander was still alive. [Either behind the counter as a Bartender or as like Security]

Idc if its Fluffy or Angsty or smutty or smth!

I just need more Silco x Reader🙏🏻😭

at home (silco x reader)

words: 1517

genre(s): fluff, angst (i think..)

warnings: none

n/a: im sooo happy!!! thank u so much for requesting me!! this is my first request and i'm kinda nervous about it! i hope you like it and enjoy it a little!! i did my best!! want to remember that english isn't my first language, so im sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, but this also helps me to improve :]

You were twenty years old when it all happened. When Mylo and Claggor died and Vi ran away after all the tragedy trying to rescue Vander from Silco's hands. You were the oldest of the three sisters, always under your care, even though you allowed them some freedom for their “missions” you always kept an eye on your sisters, in case it was necessary to get them out of some trouble. 

That day, you went to help your brothers get Vander back, making Powder promise not to move from the basement. When the whole mess happened, you were barely aware of whatever was going on. One of your arms had been trapped under the rubble and you heard Powder's distant cries for Vi to come back for her. As best you could, you pulled yourself together, pushed away the debris over your arm and made your way to find the youngest of your sisters, the one that sounded closest. The crying seemed to be weaker, and when you looked up Silco had his arms around her as she hugged him, right next to Vander's lifeless body. You approached cautiously, brow furrowed at the whole unfamiliar situation. 

“Stay away from her” you addressed Silco with a firm voice and furrowed brows. He did so without complaint, looking at you, keeping his composure and probably waiting for a move on your part that never came.  Powder turned to look at you, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She hugged your legs, and before you knew it, you were both leaving with Silco and his people. 

Seven years later you decided to take Vander's place in “The Last Drop”. Silco “signed it over” to you while he took one of the rooms to be his office. You were a little grateful that he would let you carry on the legacy of the one he once considered his brother. 

You poured one last drink before Jinx sat down on one of the stools and rolled your eyes as you watched her turn in on herself. “Get your feet off the stool if you're going to be sitting here” you scolded her as you cleaned one of the glasses and poured her the juice she always asked for. “Thank you~” she thanked taking a sip from the straw. “I've been working on one of those grenades I showed you, and even though it explodes poorly, it's getting more and more powerful!” she explained somewhat excitedly as she looked at you with a slight smile. During all these years your sister had grown more than you would have liked. Sometimes nostalgia hit you, and all you could think about was how much older she had gotten and how rebellious and uncontrollable she had become.

 Mylo and Claggor's death and Vi's abandonment left some aftereffects on your sister. Jinx was the name she had decided to adopt after Vi called her that name before abandoning her to her fate without even knowing if you were alive. Together with Silco you had raised her, and although you always tried to take her on a healthy and untroubled path, she ended up paying more attention to Silco than to you. 

During all these years your vision of Silco was changing, and all the resentment and anger you had towards him, had been loosening when you saw the love and effort he put in wanting to take care of your sister. Your attitude towards him became more passive, and his attitude towards you became sweeter and more protective. You both had your sister, Jinx, as your priority. 

“Be careful with those gadgets or someday your finger will explode.” you joked with your sister as you leaned your elbows on the bar to look at her. “I do know how to build inventions, sis, not like you” she joked with you before getting a tap on her shoulder from you. You rolled your eyes letting out a light chuckle. “By the way, Silco wants to see you” he spoke as he rubbed his shoulder with a pout. You frowned and sighed. “You take care of the drinks for a while then” you stepped out from behind the bar, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jinx hopped over the bar to tend to the customers and scolded her for it before walking up to Silco's office.

You felt your heart beating stronger and stronger as you got closer to Silco's office. Since a few days ago your vision of the man who had given (somehow) shelter to you and your sister, apart from starting to respect him, perhaps your feelings towards him had taken a different direction, a more romantic one. Every night you told yourself that it was wrong, if you thought about it, it was against your morals and principles to like Silco, so you tried to hold back that feeling as much as you could. 

You knocked on the door, and after hearing a low “Come in”, you entered the room, allowing you to see Silco in his chair as usual and Sevika next to him. They both looked at you, and with a slight gesture, Silco had Sevika leave the room, closing the door behind her. You sat down in the chair in front of the table, sighing and making yourself comfortable as you noticed how her gaze was fixed on you. 

“What is it this time, what has Jinx done to what-” you couldn't finish formulating the sentence Silco cut you off. “Your sister is out of jail” your back and your whole body started to bristle. “With the help of a Piltover enforcer.” You discovered that Vi had been arrested and sent to Stillwater. Seven years later she seemed to have gotten out. A confused feeling invaded your body. You were happy, your sister had been released. And at the same time you were filled with rage, she had abandoned you and your sister. Then came the feeling of guilt, you were the oldest, much older than them, and you had let your sister be arrested, you had not fought for her. You swallowed and immediately got up from the couch. “Don't let Jinx know. Not yet, at least.” you left the room without even looking or listening to what Silco would have to tell you.

. . . . . . 

Later that night, having just closed the bar and with only the music to keep you company, you finished putting the last chairs back on the tables and mopping the floor. Before you even went to sleep you decided to pour yourself a shot of whiskey. You sat on the freshly cleaned bar and, with your mother's favorite song playing in the background, you thought about everything. Your parents, your sisters, brothers, Vander, Silco, everything. The alcohol scratched your throat as you thought about how you were going to confront Vi at some point, what you would say to her, how she would be, how she would react to seeing who you were with. Maybe she would understand you if she realized you were doing it all for Jinx. Maybe she would martyr you if she knew about your feelings for Silco. 

“May I have some?” a voice from behind you shuddered. Turning slightly to grab a glass, you saw Silco planted behind you. You nodded wordlessly, pouring for him as well and watching as he took a long sip. He looked back at you. “Why the long face?” he asked. You laughed wryly. “As if you didn't know” you replied clicking your tongue. You didn't want to talk down to him, but your feelings at that moment were what they were. He seemed to understand, he didn't add a word.

 He set the glass down on the bar and one of your hands rested on your shoulder, lightly trailing down your arm. “She's going to understand.” he simply said. You shook your head, also dropping the glass and looking sideways at him. “She's not going to understand. She can't. I don't blame her. I'm a horrible sister.” you sighed. You felt like your eyes were going to release tears at any moment. You noticed Silco's rough hand touch yours, embrace yours with his fingers and with his thumb caress the back of your hand. You let yourself be touched. “We should have left, Silco. We don't belong here. It's not our place. I should have taken Pow-” you couldn't finish your sentence Silco had crashed his lips to yours. You couldn't even react when he broke away. You looked at him still dumbfounded. 

“If she doesn't understand, we're going to make her understand. But don't you ever, ever, ever say again that you don't belong here. You do. You belong by my side,” and when he finished speaking you couldn't help but kiss his lips back. Your heart had just exploded like a bomb, and Silco had detonated it. There were probably going to be repercussions, surely none of this was going to go well, but for the first time, when you were dancing in his arms, you felt at home again.

[shouyuus]

could i request car mechanic!vi and fem!reader hcs and little moments of their daily life now that they’re officially dating? 🤭🤭 you write vi so wellll nghghhh 😫

sfw fluffy hcs for car mechanic!vi au bulletpoints bc im in that mood today

breakfast is always a long, drawn out thing -- almost ritualistic, bc "breakfast is the most important meal of the day, sweets! c'mon, you oughtta know that." and you take turns making it, either for each other or for whoever else is in the house that day (sometimes vander, sometimes silco will drop by for coffee, sometimes powder and ekko will stay the night, in which case ekko almost always makes breakfast, bc powder's very particular about her pancakes)

you can't rmbr the last time you sat in a chair proper bc vi's always pulling you into her lap (except at the dinner table, where she tries to show a TAD more decorum, esp if you're having dinner at your place instead of hers, but even then, she'd pull her chair close to yours, just so she can press her leg against yours or reach out to put a palm on your thigh)

on the days that you're not together, you definitely text vi a bit more -- she's got her hands full of repairs, and your biggest worry on the daily is what you wanna make for dinner that day, and if you need to drop by the grocery store before you head over to vi's

the first time you try to teach vi how to use chopsticks, you end up just plopped in her lap, feeding her off your plate bc she claims that "it's easier this way" and that she can "watch your technique better from up close" although it's so stupidly obvious that she's not looking at your hands bc she can't keep her eyes off your lips and how you can't stop giggling when you twist around to feed her

on the lazy summer nights when all the work has been done and all the stuff that can still be done can wait till tomorrow, vi takes you up the hill behind the city, to her favorite little outlook, tucked into the side of a backroad that no one except the true locals know about -- from there, you can see the entire city spread out beneath you, sprawling net, cast in light and shattered stars. "i used to hate this place... just a little, cause i thought i'd never get out of it," she tells you. "and now?" you ask. "now... i kinda love it... it's my home and... well, it gave me you, didn't it?"

vi thanks the heavens that you only live a few streets over, and that it takes her about 5 minutes on her bike to get between your houses (even though, yeah, you do technically live on the rich side of town, just across the train tracks), bc sometimes, 5 minutes is just about as long as she can wait before she starts to feel fidgety about the thought of seeing you again

the nights she spends at yours are always fun -- your bed's more than big enough for the pair of you to sprawl out on; you'd flick through channels on tv till something catches your eye, or carry as many snacks as either of you can up and post up for a movie marathon. it'd always end up with one of you lying against the other, your body curled between her legs or the other way around

sometimes she falls asleep against you, and you'd let the entire movie play before trying to slip out from behind her to turn off the lights. she always wakes up when you move, and she always grumbles and tries to pull you back; you always laugh and promise her that you'll be right back, to which she'd always pout but it morphs into a smile as she watches you patter around the room in a big t-shirt, turning off the lights and clearing the snacks off the bed before climbing back into her arms

she always keeps her hand tucked around your hip whenever the two of you go out anywhere, or she's got her hand pushed into the back pocket of your jeans or shorts or whatever the hell else; she claims its just bc she wants you close; you both know that it's also bc she wants zero questions as to who you belong to when you're walking down the street

when her hair gets long in the back, she lets you braid it and in it up with cute lil clips bc she likes the way it makes you smile

she almost loses it a little when she wakes up one day at yours and finds that you've put out an extra cup for her, and bought her a new toothbrush to use; it's then that she realizes she's already left like a quarter of her wardrobe here and that your parents no longer even look up when she comes downstairs in the morning, bedhead and all, to greet them, and that they've somehow always already made coffee for her, just the way she likes

"hey prett girl, can i ask you something?" "yeah, sure." "what... do you think about moving in together?" "hm? oh --" "not like right this moment or anything but --" "i'd love to. i mean, it does get a little complicated splitting time between my place and yours." "oh... that was -- i thought you'd be a bit more..." vi swallows, trailing off. you cock your head and fix her with a look, "a bit more what? hesitant? i mean... we're basically together all the time now anyway. it'd just make things easier, right? and --" a blush flushes into your cheeks as you look away, clearing your throat, "it'd -- it'd be nice not to have to be so q-quiet, sometimes."

vi nearly blacks out at your words; and yeah, so what if she starts looking at places that exact afternoon?

[venomvalley]

Hii! I know you��re probably busy and everything, but I thought I’d give it a try.

I wanted to ask you if you could write a sevika fic where her gf/wife (or if you want more drama, her bestfriend 😼) is ovulating and is needy, and sevika decides to help her.

I’m sorry if this isn’t quite something you’d like to write, if you don’t you can just skip over it, luv ya🫶🏻

THIRD PHASE

sevika x fem!reader | 2.5k words

TAGS: 18+! pre-time skip sevika, just besties being besties, club bathroom sex, slight scent kink, fingering and oral (both receiving)

NOTES: funny coincidence is that im also ovulating so this is exceptionally horny. do not say i didnt warn u

“This is bullshit.”

You collapse against the back cushion of the booth with a frustrated sigh, tapping your empty glass on the top of the table. Sat in this claustrophobic club for three hours, neon lights flashing, music so loud a migraine teases at the base of your skull, and absolutely no pretty girl to show for it.

On your right, Sevika passes you a half-full bottle of tequila with a pinch to her brow. Three drinks deep and she's barely tipsy. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You grab the bottle and set it in front of you, hands wringing tight around the neck. “All these people, and not a single one appeals to me.”

You're elbow-deep in a hormonal dilemma of disastrous proportions, chained to the nature of your menstrual cycle. Third phase: ovulation.

In other words, you're really fucking horny.

“I wonder why. You've been in a shit mood all day.”

From the corner of your eye, you glare at her—one of the very few people you can call a friend. Met each other back when Vander and Silco still ran the Undercity, and bonded over revolution and shit childhoods and causing trouble for the Enforcers.

It’s just Vander now, and the two of you are older and wiser and still attached at the hip. Loyal to the end. You prove it by fighting like an old married couple a month away from stabbing each other to death.

“Fuck you, Sevika.”

By the mercy of Janna, you wish you could fuck something. Woke up this morning with a second pulse between your legs, underwear soaked through, thighs slick and sticky, and your hand accomplished nothing. You tried. Three different times before leaving for your bartending job.

The need followed you throughout the work day. Every woman that walked through the door fell victim to your scrutinizing eye. You wouldn't dare leer at them, but did you sneak a quick glance or four when they looked away?

Well. You're only human. And your human brain has been stuck in a thought loop of sexual fantasy and craving pussy since you opened your eyes.

A smack to the table snaps you back to the thrumming bass of the club and the warm body beside you.

“Hey. Did you hear what I said?” She leans in close to scream over the music, breath fanning over your ear, and you tense up to suppress a sudden shiver.

“No fucking clue.” You don't dare look up at her, eyes staring a hole through the bottom of your mysteriously full glass.

You need to get laid as of yesterday.

She rests her forearm on your shoulder. Weighs your right side down to bring you closer, and you could scream at the brush of her chest against your bicep.

“Got word of a raid at Basher's shop, so we're meeting tomorrow at Vander's to hear the plan. You in?”

When you turn to face her, you’re close enough that you almost brush noses, and under zero circumstances do you follow the plush curve of her lips. You definitely don't notice the way her tits fill out her shirt, or how pretty she is beneath the neon lights of the club.

Oh.

Ohhh no. That's not good.

You nod your head. “I'll be there.”

She smells like tequila and cigarettes and the wind from the docks. A bit sweaty from running around outside all day.

It shouldn't be hot. It really, really shouldn't be, but it is. Gods, it is.

Which is exactly why you make a quick escape, scooting out of the booth to make a beeline for the bathroom. You almost drown yourself in two handfuls of ice cold water, bent over the sink to calm yourself down. Droplets get everywhere—they run down your neck and arms, wet the leather of your boots, pool up on the edge of the sink.

You're going insane. Actually, certifiably insane. Never before have your hormones driven you to this point.

New plan: grab the nearest consenting woman you can find, drag her into the nearest secluded alley, and eat her out until she either cries or faints. Maybe if you ask nicely, she'll reciprocate.

Unfortunately for you, the first woman you lay eyes on when you open the bathroom door is a very stern-looking Sevika. She blocks your path, squinting down at you. The only person in your life who knows how to make you feel small, submissive.

Her gaze on you heats up your blood, makes your heart race, and you attempt to squeeze by her only for her to sidestep at the last second. She backs you into the bathroom with a large, pressing hand against the center of your chest. Closes then locks the door with a frustrated growl.

“What the hell's gotten into you?” She steps forward until the toes of her boots kiss yours. “Tomorrow's important, and I—we need you there.” She leans in close, hissing, “Get your shit together.”

For a second, you think you might pass out. Wanna kiss her so bad your knees threaten to buckle.

But she's right, and who better to vent to about your hormonal woes than your closest friend? Maybe she can introduce you to a pretty girl that's just your type.

She turns to leave, and you grab her by the wrist, centering her attention back onto you. “Alright, okay. Fine.” You inhale deep, arms stretching away from your sides. “I'm horny and I really need to get laid but but I can't do the whole ‘strangers’ thing like everybody else can, and I need to eat pussy so bad that I might actually cry.”

You expect some sort of reaction. Irritation or disgust, but she looks at you like you’ve just explained the entire history of cast iron cookware for the past four hours.

“… That's it.”

“What do you mean, that’s it?”

Her eyes roll toward the ceiling, searching for patience in its water-stained pattern. “You don't fuck strangers. Fine. But you could've asked me.” She shakes her head, blows a breath through grit teeth. “Would've saved me a headache.”

Are you hallucinating? You might actually be hallucinating. There's no way you're actually having this conversation right now.

“How was I supposed to know you'd even be willing?”

“You ask. It's sex. Natural. No big deal.”

Makes sense. No harm in letting your friend finger you in the dingy bathroom of some random club so you can finally move on with your fucking day.

Actually, that sounds pretty great right about now.

You sniff, lips twisting into a pout, foot tapping over the floor. “Okay. Then this is me officially asking.”

The easiest decision of your life happens next: meeting her halfway in a desperate kiss. You groan into her mouth as her hand finds the curve of your back, pressing you flush against the toned planes of her body, your tits squishing together.

Yeah. This is exactly what you fucking needed.

You reach up, curling your arms around her neck, tongue licking into her mouth. She tastes like the bitter bite of tequila. Kisses like she fights: ruthless, practiced, mean. Tenders your bottom lip between the blunt edges of her teeth, presses hard enough against your lips to bruise.

But there are better uses for her mouth, for the slick heat of her tongue. You slide a hand between your bodies to yank at the buttons of your pants, and she takes half a step away to help you. Wastes no time turning you around by the shoulder, shoving you face-first onto the counter beside the sink. You reach back to lower the fabric over your ass, breathing ragged, heart thumping against the wall of your ribcage. So needy you actually start to tear up.

Her hands sear the sensitive flesh of your thighs as she reveals your cunt to the chill of the room, pants and underwear caught around your knees. Her thumbs spread the cheeks of your ass, your labia parting with a wet pop.

Behind you, she coughs out an incredulous laugh. “Shit. You weren't kidding.”

“Sev, just—”

“Hush. I know.”

You already know you've made a mess, can feel the sticky string connecting your clit to your thigh. A trail she follows with the flat of her tongue, and your vision whites out for a second at the initial sensation of her hot mouth. She kisses your pussy like she did your lips, thumbs catching on the indent where your thigh meets your ass to open you up for her.

Your forehead thumps against the counter, head freed from every single thought but one:

need to cum need to cum need to cum

And you would be humiliated, mortified if not for the way her tongue licks a steady, perfect rhythm over your clit. A thumb slides into your cunt with a wet squelch, gives you something blissful and thick to clench down on as all-consuming heat curls and coils in the pit of your belly.

When your legs begin to twitch and shake, you pin her in place with fingers fisted in that stupid little ponytail at the back of her head, blunt nails digging into her scalp. Chest heaving against the counter as you pant and whine and groan.

She hums against you, thumb beginning to thrust in time with each pass of her tongue over your clit. A messy eater, vocal in a way that sends vibrations thrumming through you.

It doesn't take much longer for the coil inside your belly to snap, for your whole body to tense up, a loud moan trapped in your lungs. Synapses firing, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

Finally.

Your knees buckle as the last of your orgasm washes over you, and she holds you up with a hand on the back of your thighs. Sucks your clit into her mouth.

Too much.

With a startled whine, you shove her face away from you, thumb catching on her lower lashline. She jerks away, the loss of her hands leaving you scrambling for purchase atop the counter.

“Shit, that was my eye.”

You find your footing, shooting her a glare over your shoulder. Her fist rubs against the offending socket, frown deep-set on her face.

“Not my fault you kept going.”

Fixing your clothes is a challenge when your legs threaten to give out, but you manage. She's ruined you. Way too good at that to only experience it once—should be a crime, actually.

“Excuse me for being nice.”

“Nice? You tried to kill me.”

She rises to her feet with a scoff then brushes off the knees of her pants. “Ungrateful. There are much worse ways to die.”

You frown at her, shoving her back toward the wall. “Thanks for fucking up my afterglow.”

“You're welcome.”

Her lips stretch into a grin, the lower half of her face glossy beneath the lights, and you wonder what you taste like on her tongue.

Fuck it.

You kiss her again, forcing a grunt from her chest when her back meets the rough brick. She cups your face in both hands, fingers cradling your jaw. A sharp contrast to the way she sucks on your tongue, nips at your bottom lip, grinds against the hand that you shove down her pants.

She does, in fact, taste like you. Musky, slightly bitter from the tequila. Best thing you've ever had in your mouth.

Your fingers slide beneath the hem of her underwear, combing through the coarse curls on her mound before parting the lips of her cunt.

Soaking wet.

You pull away from the kiss with a teasing laugh, nose brushing against hers. “Oh, you liked that.”

“Shut up.”

She rolls her eyes, sucking in a sharp breath when you slide two fingers into her, insides stretching with a soft squelch. Hot, velvet heat clenches around you, and you moan against the pulse of her neck, breath hot against her skin.

“Can I eat your pussy?” A desperate, sucking kiss to her lips. “Fuck, I'll beg if you want me to.”

She exhales a heavy, stuttering breath. Shoves you to your knees with both hands on your shoulders. Need consumes you once again as you gaze up at her, two sets of hands working to undo her pants.

The first sight of her, bare and glistening in front of your face, leaves you moaning, cussing under your breath. Puffy clit, plush labia framed by a thick bush the same color as her hair. You’re pissed that you’ve never done this before now. Look at what you could’ve had.

You grab at her hips, tugging her closer as you lick her from hole to clit. The salt-musk taste of her leaves you groaning, makes you shift your position to wriggle your tongue inside her and fuck, you could probably cum again right now.

Above you, she groans low in her throat, presses a palm to the back of your head to keep you still, your nose shoved against her clit. Hard to breathe like this, your whole world narrowed to a pinpoint, senses overwhelmed by her—her taste, her smell, the tense muscle of her thighs beneath your hands.

You replace your tongue with two fingers, licking your way up to her clit. When you latch your lips around the bundle of nerves, thrusting into her wet heat, her hips tilt into your hand, head thumping against the wall.

“Fuck,” she huffs, breath stuttering, “that's it.”

She's all groans and grunts as you work her up to orgasm, pussy fluttering and tight and so wet around your fingers that she leaks into your palm. Intoxicating. Best you’ve ever had, and you don’t think too hard about the history between you, but you know that it makes her taste even better.

She comes with a ragged gasp, hips grinding against your face, insides clenching tight and rhythmic around your fingers. You fuck her through it, moaning into her skin as her hand forces your head even closer.

In the next moment, she pushes you away with a hiss, muttering something unintelligible under her breath.

You pull away from her with a wet pop then take the time to suck your fingers clean. “So, uh. Not to make this weird, but we should do this again sometime.”

She gazes down at your kneeling form, breathing still labored as her fingers button up her pants. “Well. You still have a few more days of this, right?”

A smug grin creeps onto your face, mimicking her own expression as she holds out a hand to help you up. “Baby, this is only the first.”

“Still need help?”

Something warm finds a home in your chest at her low-lidded eyes, and you’ve never realized how pretty they were until now. Icy grey, shimmering beneath the low light of the bathroom.

So you scoff, placing dramatic hands on your hips. “If you can handle me.”

She pushes you toward the sink with a huff, voice tinged with irritation as she says, “I’ve had ten shitty years with you. I can manage another week.”

But when you glance over your shoulder, ready to argue back as you turn on the water, all you see is a teasing smile.

[madebycloud]

Make it Special

violet "vi" x female reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: vi's birthdays are usually quiet, but this year? the whole family is doing their best to make it special. (requested by twinklestarslight) warnings/themes: fluff, birthdays, found family, modern au words: 3.6k notes: THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY BUT BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS WOMAN!!

Vi's birthday was, like most of her other birthdays, uneventful. Vi tended to keep to herself. The day usually passed with more than a quiet “happy birthday” on everyone's lips. However, this year will be different. This year, Vi will find out just how loved she was and just how much she meant to the people she cared about.

“There's streamers in the cabinet, if you could help me hang those up,” Vander says, giving you a nod as you go to grab a chair to reach the ceiling. From there, you make yourself busy decorating—streamers along the walls, lanterns to dim the lights a bit.

“You think she'll like it?” Silco asks, leaning on the counter. He has a cigarette in his hand, but he's doing his best to keep the smoke away from everyone else. “Think she'll be mad?”

“I don't think she'll be mad,” you say, “she'll probably be shocked or confused, but not mad.”

Benzo is setting up the tables around the bar, taking chairs from the barstools and setting them around. He's been helping with decorations since Vander asked him, and he's been trying his hardest to keep the place neat. He even got a box of party hats, hoping to find a way to talk everyone into wearing one.

Claggor and Mylo are messing around with the music, trying to find a station that plays punk rock or heavy metal, which they know Vi likes. The first song that plays when they finally get the right station is punk rock, and the two look at each other, a smirk spreading on their faces.

Ekko is bringing down plates of food from the kitchen. There's cake, which Powder bakes earlier, sandwiches, cupcakes, and various snacks. Anything that can possibly satisfy any of Vi's cravings.

Sevika is at her usual spot by the bar. She's not doing much decorating wise, but she's there, and she's helping with the more heavy things like the tables and chairs.

Benzo nudges you when he's all set up, motioning over to the box of party hats. He's already put his own on. It's black and pink, with hearts on the sides. “You think I could get Vi to wear one?” he asks with a chuckle. “Or y'think she'd try to knock it offa my head?”

“I'll try to convince,” you say, putting down the streamers you just hung. “Maybe if we all wear one, it'll seem more welcoming.”

“Maybe she'll say yes,” Ekko says, passing by and stealing a chip off the plate on the table. “Not a guaranteed one, probably a ten percent chance.”

“But,” Claggor starts, walking to help Ekko with the food. “It is a small chance, so you might be able to get her with it,” he says. “She's a sucker for you.”

—

You still need to get Vi's birthday gift, which, admittedly, should've been done a lot earlier, but decorating the bar had come together so fast, you barely had enough time to think, let alone pick out something for Vi.

Now, you stand outside the animal shelter, shifting nervously as you look up at the sign. Vi has been thinking about getting a dog for a while now, and you know this shelter is one of her favorite places to visit, even though she has never gotten a dog of her own. Maybe it's time to change that.

You push the door open. The shelter is mostly empty at this hour, and you make your way towards the front.

The lady at the desk greets you with a smile. She's an older woman, and she's wearing a jacket with various cat hairs on it. “How can I help you?” 

“I'm looking to adopt a dog, actually.”

“Oh, how nice,” the lady smiles, setting the paperwork she was working on aside and giving you her attention. “We have a lot of dogs available for adoption. Any breed you're looking for in particular?”

“Do you have any huskies for adoption right now?” You look around the shelter, trying to look for any cages that might have a dog inside.

The lady nods. “We do have a few, actually. Would you like to see them?” she asks, standing from her chair.

“I would, yes.”

She leads you down a hall that's lined with cages. Different breeds of dogs of different sizes and coat colors are barking and yelping when you walk by, trying to get your attention. if only you could adopt all of them. Impossible. But still, if you could, you would.

The lady leads you down another hallway after the first, and you stop in front of a cage. Two huskies. They're curled up together and asleep, but they lift their heads when they notice the two of you stop in front of them.

One of the huskies perks up, getting to its feet and moving closer, wagging its tail as it looks up at you with wide eyes. The other follows suit, looking up at you through squinted eyes, as if it has been woken up from a deep sleep.

“They're siblings,” the lady notes, crouching down to pet the closer of the two, smiling as it nudges her hand, tongue lolling out of its mouth. “They're still only pups, about one month old,” she continues. “A young couple dropped them off a week ago. They couldn't keep them. They didn't have the time for them anymore.”

It sucks, people giving up on animals like this. Huskies need a lot of care, a lot of attention, and a lot of time spent training. They're not dogs made to be stuck inside or alone for the whole day. You know most of the people who gave up huskies—or any dog for that matter—did it because they didn't know what they were doing. They couldn't take care of the dog, and they had to give them up. It's hard, for you and for the animal.

The lady continues to pet the puppy in front of you. “Are you thinking about adopting one of them?” she asks, looking up at you.

“They're siblings,” you repeat, looking down at the two dogs. They're still focused on you, wide eyes looking at you. And, god, that look. You can't leave just one, they'll miss each other, they're siblings. “I'll take both of them.”

“Oh.” It takes the lady a second to process that, but then she smiles, standing up to her full height again. “That's… nice of you to take siblings. Not many people want to take siblings,” she says, walking over to the cage door. “I'll get you the paperwork, it's in the back. Make yourself comfortable, they don't bite.”

She leaves you to the cage with the dogs, who seem to have gotten even more excited, their paws scraping against the cage as they stand on their hind legs, putting their front paws on the edge. They're both panting, their tongues lolling in the same way as their tails wag back and forth, hitting the side of the cage. The lady comes back quickly and pulls out a clipboard, setting it on a table outside the cage door.

The lady goes through a bit of paperwork with you, questions regarding whether or not you're able to actually take care of the dogs if you have the time and the money to take care of them. That sort of thing. 

She talks to you a bit, gives you advice on how to take care of them, and then she gives you a crate, one for each of the dogs (but of course, you'll keep them in one crate, no reason to keep them separated), and now, with the crate in your hands and the dogs inside it, you're on your way back to Vander's bar.

You push the door of the bar open, hearing the quiet footsteps of everyone inside, the sound of the music turned off and silence having replaced it. You can hear Vander shushing everyone, and-

“HAPPY BIRTH-” the light snaps on suddenly, and they pause, looking you up and down with confusion... and the crate on your arms. 

“...day?” Mylo continues, awkwardly.

Vander shakes his head. “So, it's not Vi,” he starts, walking closer to the crate. “What's in there?”

“It's for Vi,” you reply, holding the crate closer to your chest. “She's not here yet?”

“Nah,” Ekko answers. “She's still hanging out with Powder. We thought it's Vi when you entered though.”

—

Everyone has their own party hats. The last thing to be done is hide the gifts, and everyone does. Vander puts the presents in the back room. Everyone scrambles for their spots. Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko hide out near the table, while Silco, Sevika, and Benzo are next to Vander behind the counter.

You hear the door creak open, the sound of footsteps entering the bar.

“Thanks powder—oh god, it's dark.”

There's just a moment when everything is silent, the bar silent, and then the light snaps on—all the party supplies go off as everyone around the room yells, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Vander leads the chorus, with everyone jumping from their spots, some popping the confetti poppers they had, others just yelling the words.

Powder walks to the table, picking up the cake she made. Bright pink frosting and a plethora of multicolored icing dots decorate the cake. Everyone around screams and rushes towards Vi, pulling her in the middle to join them.

You grab another one of the party hats off the table, setting it atop Vi's head, your own hat still perfectly secure on your own. “Happy birthday,” you mutter, pecking a kiss on her cheek. She looks up at you with a smile that makes you melt. The others let out an OOOO sound, clearly trying to embarrass her.

Vi flushes, looking back and forth at everyone. She punches the nearest person (Mylo), telling them to “shut up.”

Vander walks up to her, pulling her into a hug and a pat on the back.

“Happy birthday,” Silco hums, giving her a nod, smirk sitting on his lips.

Everyone else joins in, pulling her into one large group hug, wishing her a happy birthday, and making remarks to tease her. Mylo is getting another punch to the arm.

Powder walks over, carefully making her way through everyone to stand in front of Vi, holding the cake in front of her with a grin. “Make a wish.”

Everyone else backs up some, giving her space to think of one. Vi looks around the room, looking each person in the room in the eyes, everyone who showed up for her, her family before her eyes land on you. When she turns back to the cake again, a smile tugs at her lips, and she blows out her candles.

The group cheers, and everyone smiles. Mylo and Claggor are both nudging each other and whispering to each other, grinning widely. Even Vander's eyes are a bit misty, but he blinks it away before Vi can notice, putting an arm around her shoulder.

“The cake better be good,” Mylo mutters, rubbing his hands together, wanting a piece of cake. 

“Obviously,” Powder tells him, giving Mylo a dirty look. “I made it, the cake will be fine.” Powder sets the cake on the table, pushing it out of reach from Mylo, who tries to get a piece right then and there only to get his hand swatted at by Powder.

“Behave,” Silco scolds him. “It's her birthday, not yours.”

Mylo groans. Vander pulls out the cake knife, looking at Vi. “It's your birthday, you get to cut the cake first.”

Vi takes the knife from him, walking forward and staring at the cake. It's a pretty big cake, enough to feed everyone. 

Mylo stands behind her with his mouth practically watering, looking over her shoulder and trying to get a good look at the cake itself, ignoring everyone's protests and telling him to stop breathing down her neck. Everyone crowds behind Vi as she starts cutting the cake, with Mylo making a comment about wanting bigger pieces than everyone else, which he gets a quick shove and a scolding from everyone.

Eventually, after a bit of bickering, the cake is cut up and everyone gets their piece, save for Mylo, who only gets a small slice. “And you get what you asked for,” Vander says, smirking at his pouting face.

Everyone starts eating their piece of cake, complimenting Powder on how it turned out. It's delicious, of course, and the first slice is always the best. Vi sits beside you as she eats, and she nudges you with her shoulder. When you look at her, there's a forkful of cake up to your lips. “Say ahh,” she teases. You can hear Mylo fake gagging.

“I already have,” you hold up your plate as well as the fork still filled with cake.

“Still,” she says. “Pretty please?” she presses, pushing the fork closer to your lips. You can hear Mylo fake gag again, Powder telling him to shut up.

You open your mouth and let her feed you the cake. She waits until you swallow it before setting the fork aside, and she watches to make sure you like it as you chew.

“Ahhhh,” Mylo mocks. Powder kicks his shin, causing Mylo to yelp.

“It's good,” you hum, earning a smile from Vi.

The conversation continues around you, and while everyone else talks and eats, Vi pulls you closer to her, putting an arm around you and resting her head on your shoulder while listening to everyone, her thumb rubbing against your side.

Mylo and Claggor are now bickering, and you can never really tell over what, so you don't question it. It's not your business either way, and you don't care all too much. Silco is watching the two bicker, rubbing his temple, and Benzo is eating his cake, nodding along. Sevika is watching Mylo and Claggor fight, a smirk on her lips.

Vi absentmindedly traces her finger on your forearm, the cake in her other hand long forgotten. 

Everyone continues to eat, and the cake gets half eaten until everyone is satisfied and full. Mylo is complaining that he should've gotten more cake, Powder tells him again to shut up because it wasn't his cake to begin with, and Vander is trying his hardest to keep the peace.

Vi pulls away from you as Silco clears his throat, gathering everyone's attention. “Alright,” he starts. “Who wants to give something to Vi first?”

Everyone looks around at each other, as if trying to figure out who should go first. Claggor nudges Mylo into motion, and the two start to banter while Vander walks over to Vi with a box, setting it on the table in front of her.

Vi looks at the box, eyes trailing over the wrapping paper, and then backs up at Vander before taking the box delicately from the table. She takes the time to slowly unwrap it, not tearing into it too quickly, instead slowly taking the wrapping paper off one corner at a time.

Once she gets the paper off, she starts opening up the box, taking the lid off, and looking inside at the contents inside of it. It's a framed picture of the two of you. The picture is of a Christmas party with everyone at the Last Drop. All grouped up in the picture, surrounding her with smiles, and Vi has her arm wrapped around you, smiling as well.

“Oh,” she starts, trailing her finger down the glass, pausing to tap on your face in the photo. “This is amazing.” 

“There's more,” Vander says, “look at the back.”

In the back of the frame, Vi finds a picture. She pauses when she sees herself, Powder, and her parents. Her eyes linger, fingers stroking the picture. She's so much younger, so much smaller. They are smiling so wide as if they didn't know how things would change soon.

Powder sits down beside her. She rests her head on Vi's shoulder, watching her look at the photo, and she reaches out to take Vi's free hand, squeezing it in support.

Vi's eyes are glossy as she looks up, a faint smile on her face. “Thank you,” she mumbles, looking back down at the photo in her hand and at the faces of her parents. “This really means a lot.”

Vander nods, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I know you miss them,” he murmurs, low enough that it's just the two of them. “Thought you might like that.”

“We all love you, Vi,” Powder says, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah,” Mylo agrees. “You're stuck with us forever, don't forget that.” It earns him a jab in the side from Claggor and a look from Silco, but Vi snorts at him.

—

Everyone else has given Vi their presents. Some smaller, more simple, some more pricey than others.

Silco gifted her a few bottles of alcohol, with the advice not to drink it all in one go. 

Mylo gave her a new set of punching gloves that he saved up for, black and pink with ‘VI’ on the wrist. 

Claggor gave a new brass knuckle set, along with a nice pair of red leather gloves and a new beanie for the winter, since he had noticed hers was old and falling apart. 

Sevika gave a new leather jacket, black and lined with deep red, with silver zippers. She puts it on right away, getting some “ooo's” and “ah's” from everyone upon seeing how she looks with it on.

Benzo brought her a blanket. He explained that he didn't know what to get her, so he walked into the store and looked for the softest blanket they had, thinking it was the only thing that made the most sense.

Ekko gave her a painting. On it was a detailed, almost perfect looking Vi, complete with her tattoos and everything.

Powder gave a whole handmade care package. She made her favorite snacks, made her a book full of scrapbooking items and stickers, made her a bracelet with a few different colored beads, and made a cute mini scrapbook of the two of them and everyone else together. She got a few tears for that one and a tight hug.

Now, there's only one gift left for Vi. You hold the crate in your hands, the crate that holds the two sibling huskies.

The dogs are finally awake and squirming around inside, making noises as they try to greet everyone. You set the crate on the floor and let the pups run out, watching Vi stand up to come over to see the dogs. She kneels down to pet them, scratching behind both of their ears. She smiles as tears form in the corners of her eyes. She scoops both up into her arms, petting its fur and burying her face in its fur, just to take in the fact that she finally has a dog herself, and it's with her favorite person.

Powder grins. “Can I hold the other one?” she asks, and Vi nods her head, adjusting the dog in her arms to give Powder a better opening, allowing her to scoop the other one up, which starts nuzzling against her hand.

Vi turns to look at you. “Do they have names?” She strokes the puppy's fur.

“They do not,” you reply. “I figured you should be the one to name them.”

“I'll have to think of a good one.” She looks back down at the pup in her arms. “Maybe a matching name for them?”

“What about Mylo and Milo?” Mylo suggests, earning another elbow from Claggor.

“Ha ha,” Vi jokes back. “No.”

“That's so corny,” Powder mumbles. “How about a matching 'M' name?” Powder suggests. “like Mandy and Mack.”

“A dog should have a more badass name like Spike!” Mylo says.

Everyone throws out ideas. Some are better than others. Some are more serious, some are funnier, but none of them really stick. Vi listens to everyone's ideas, occasionally humming or shaking her head “no” to the suggestion.

Mylo even suggests one named “Mylo Junior” in a desperate attempt to include his own name, but gets shut down once more. Powder is getting annoyed, and even Ekko is trying to get Mylo to stop. 

Powder keeps suggesting names, and while there are some that seem like good suggestions, Vi doesn't quite agree with them. Claggor throws out a few names, each also being denied, though they are much better than the names Mylo suggested. Sevika even pitches in, the names that she suggests are a lot more serious and more mature sounding.

In the end, Vi still doesn't feel 100% on any of the names that have been thrown out, until she looks back up at you. “Any ideas? You haven't said anything.”

You look over at the dog on Vi's arm and the one on Powder's, looking back at your girlfriend. You're silent for a second before you suggest, “Bacon and Biscuit?”

“Bacon and Biscuit?” Mylo groans.

Sevika gives him a look, her eyebrows raised. “Odd but interesting.” 

“It's kind of cute,” Benzo agrees.

“It suits them, actually,” Silco nods next to him.

Vi thinks about it, looking at the pups as if considering the name. “Bacon and Biscuit,” she says, testing out the sound of it. “Bacon and Biscuit,” she repeats, and a smile creeps on her lips. “You guys like that?” she asks the dogs, as if expecting them to answer her.

Everyone nods their heads, even if they find it corny, it suits the puppies—or at least it suits them at that moment.

“Bacon and Biscuit,” Powder coos, scratching one of the dogs behind the ear.

“It's not the worst thing we've heard,” Mylo admits. “But Mylo Jr. is way better,” and this earns him a punch in the arm again.

She looks back up at you. “I love it,” she says, looking back down at the dogs. “Bacon and Biscuit,” she repeats once more, loving the way it sounds.

“The names are set, then,” Vander says. “Now that that's settled, let's continue with the birthday party, shall we?”

notes: i do NOT know how to name a pet so....

[animeshotsh]

When I lost you | Young!Silco x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death - Reader is sick - Silco is still not a gang lord - Silco does not want Reader to try any drug - Italics = memories - ANGST - grammar mistakes -

When Silco was alone in his office, when he knew not even Jinx was around his mind liked to go back in time to see memories of a different time, so different that it almost seemed like these were dreams.

He remembers you well. Your face, your body, your eyes, they never once lied to him. You always showed him your true colors and motivations. You wanted a better place, a future, a good place for the next generation. Stop the undercity of being know as a place of crime.

You wanted so much.

"What's on your mind Sil?" You asked one hand under your chin as you studied him.

Once again Silco was thinking on how...how to improve lives, how could he and Vander make the undercity different?

"Nothing important" He had said "Just thinking on how you look today" He added smirking when you blushed at his words.

"Charming, I hope this does not mean you or Vande did something...because your sweet talking wont work on me"

"Doesnt always?" He asked pulling you on his lap making you laught. He smelled your hair and let out a content sound. He liked this, this moment. He wanted to stop time and be here forever.

The silence was broken by a heavy cought from you, one that made you have to stand up to breath the little air you could.

"Are you alright Love?" Silco asked getting closer making circles on your back as he saw how you nodded still breathing hard.

"Yeah, i may get a flu soon" You had dissmissed with a smile

Silco blamed himself. For how he have acted, faster or different, for not getting you out of the mines.

"(Y/N)..." Silco started seeing how you were having a hard time just walking the stairs, he had noticed how you also seemed to be slower, a side comment Vander had said on how you almost got caught on a recent work.

"Im fine" You responded back, trying to ignore the pain on your chest.

Once you two made it to the top you took a big long breath.

"You are not fine. I can see it, Vander can see it, everybody can see it" Silco said getting more frustrated by you

"Then all of them are wrong" You declared, letting yourself fall on your couch. Your eyes starting to close.

"You cant even stay awake"

"I have done much work in the mines. Im just tired"

"Then stop, I can help you, i can provide for you!!" Silco almost screamed

"You know I cant leave, what if i need the dam job later? No one will take me in. Every job out there is managed by them, i cant just leave"

"You are killing yourself"

Silco groaned at that, he wanted to go back and beat up his younger self. It was like his words had set off a curse.

Because less than a week from that talk you ended leaving the mines after collapsing and almost causing a fatal mistake.

Silco entered your home. He went to your room were he saw you reading a old book, pages yellow.

"I got you some medicine" Silco started getting it out from a bag well hided.

"Silco stop, these are too expensive!!" You said again even since he had started to get you different ones but no one seemed to work.

"Shut up, just try it" Silco said passing it to you who took it making a face.

"Its terrible"

"Well its not supposed to teast good, its supposed to cure you" Silco responded going to your kitchen to heat up some soup.

When he returned you were deep sleep. He hoped that medicine was doing the trick.

Saddly it did not.

Weeks passed and Silco saw how you became more and more weak. Pale like a ghost, eyes no longer shining but almost out of life.

"Im dying" you said to him one afternoon "Im dying and you cant do anything about it so stop beating yourself"

Even now Silco felt like your words reached him.

"No, i cant let you die" Silco said hands rubbing his hair

"Uh, i can try that thing they are selling now..."

"No" Silco had say "Next thing we need is you getting addicted"

You rolled your eyes but did agree.

The soft rain from outside was like odd music, for a couple that was seeing its end.

"I love you" You said taking his hand "Im happy i got to live my life with you"

If Silco had know these were going to be your last words he would have given you a better response. More than "I love you" and more than false promises.

He had become what you asked him not to, and while he was making on his own way a better life for the city a part of him hated himself. Hated that he had somehow betrayed you.

"Im sorry" He whispered to no one. "Im so sorry (Y/N).

[jellybeanusstuff]

Firelight AU Claggor and Mylo + headcanons :D

Hey yall! I finished my concept drawings of Claggor in the firelight AU! although i’m a mylo enthusiast, im a huge Claggor fan too! So cheers to my fellow Claggor fans! This is for you :D

I compiled all my new headcanons thus far of Firelight Claggor and Mylo in this post. My other headcanons of Mylo are in previous posts and comments in case you wanted more and haven’t checked them out yet :)

I hope y’all enjoy reading because I’ve got a LOONG list. Also, from now on when i say firelight, i mean this is an au where Mylo and Claggor were to survive in the MU.

Firelight Mylo Headcanons

• Mylo puts his creative mind to use and is determined to prove the things he finds aren’t junk. He loves the idea of finding potential, something he wished others had seen in him growing up.

• Inspired by Ekko’s work, he collects scraps and turns them into gadgets or art. (I like to think his art is similar to Dean’s from the Iron Giant) However, his tinkering doesn’t always go smoothly and he fails a lot. This deepens his guilt over how he treated Powder.

• Ekko’s support helps him focus and sharpen his skills. Eventually, he converts a nose hair trimmer he found at his last “job” from S1 into a taser, and crafts a replica with Ekko’s modifications. The tasers stun on contact (suitable and convenient for Mylo, bc he’s aware he’s not the best fighter or shot), and if needed, they can fire plasma beams strong enough to cut through metal. While deadly, Mylo refuses to use them on people unless absolutely necessary (he’s never been one for gore.. it’s too messy for him) Instead, he reserves the plasma beams for nonliving things. The plasma beams are also highly energy demanding and need a lot of time to recharge. Another reason why Mylo doesn’t use it often.

• Physically, he’s built solid muscle, especially in his core and legs, for high-speed hoverboarding. The faster you go, the more control you need.

• He ties his hair up on missions since loose hair and sharp turns don’t mix. But he’s tender-headed (his hair is stubborn, and only wants to point in one direction), so the second he’s home and takes it down, he feels instant relief.

Firelight Claggor Headcanons

• Claggor is a powerhouse, both in mind and muscle. He strategizes with Ekko, fights off Silco’s men, specializes in search and rescue, and maintains the Firelights’ hoverboards.

- Claggor hates when Mylo goes on recon missions by himself or in general. He won’t say it outright, but you can tell by the way he stress eats in private and watches Mylo like a hawk when he returns. He makes sure he is the last to see Mylo set off for work, and the first to meet and check if he’s okay. Losing another family member isn’t an option.

• He’s also developed a passion for smithing, helping build weapons, armor, and parts for Ekko’s inventions.

• Strength-wise, he carries the heaviest gear on missions, fights like a tank, and could crush a skull with his bare hands. Over the years, he’s packed on over 50 pounds of muscle, surpassing even Vander in terms of strength and size. Although, you can tell by his belly he wouldn’t turn down a cupcake.

• The downside is that his size has slowed him down. He can still run and climb, but he wasn’t as agile or quick as he used to be. He can hoverboard but his balance isn’t the best either. So, he prefers fighting on solid ground whenever possible and will rely on Mylo for quick getaways.

Note: I’ve seen a looot of different opinions and takes on Claggor’s body in the Firelight AU and AU, and I wanted my design to be as realistic as possible. As a competitive powerlifter myself, I’ve seen firsthand how exercise can impact people of all body types in powerlifting, bodybuilding, and strongman communities. I also love watching Arnold Strongman competitions and when I look at how Claggor moves and fights in Arcane S1, he reminds me a lot of strongmen and heavyweight powerlifters.

The biggest and strongest athletes aren’t just jacked but they tend to have a higher fat percentage, which helps with stability and sheer power. That’s why I chose to draw Claggor with the atlas stone, bigger muscles, wider frame, and a big belly to really capture that strength. If he had survived I truly believe he would have trained his strength to its fullest potential. Bro is a BEAST

Firelight Mylo & Claggor Headcanons

• Together, Mylo and Claggor are an unstoppable duo. Mylo stuns enemies with his tasers, while Claggor finishes them off. If Claggor is in danger, Mylo swoops in to pull him to safety.

• For fast getaways, Claggor modified Mylo’s hoverboard to fit both of them by adding extensions that can be turned on and off (Mylo steers, Claggor fights) Claggor even tinkered Mylo’s mask with a tracker to monitor his safety.

• They’re fantastic with kids. The kids at the firelight hideout love the two of them! Claggor gives piggyback rides and plays the “big bad villain,” while Mylo takes the kids on hoverboard lessons and playfully tackles them during tag or another chasing game. They love the rush.

• When they argue, they duel. No petty bickering just straight-up fights 💀 It’s usually over stupid stuff, similar to how they argued over the bat in S1. It got so intense once, they almost cut down the tree and Ekko had to step in. Now, they take it elsewhere. (if you have an idea where, lemme know!!!)

- When Mylo has the time after his recon mission, sometimes he flies to Jericho’s to pick up snacks for himself and Claggor, and treats for the kids. Claggor likes to ask Mylo for certain food items or to “just get the usual”

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Those are all my headcanons!! Lemme know what you think and if you have anymore to add :D!! I wanna hear all your thoughts!!

[bitchface24-7]

The old man cravings are at it again- (Not like they ever left) I just can't get enough about Silco. ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR LAST POST OMFGG AMAZING!

You already know how I feel about that man and like omg im already foaming at the mouth thinking about him but like- Silco x Chubby/Bigger girl.. Im on my knees and I (NOT TO VENT) could use a little something to believe my favs would love me and my body :3

Thank you and I hope you are doing well! Glad to see you writing and posting again. You always cook!

THE QUEEN OF ZAUN - SILCO X READER

synopsis: you’ve known Silco for quite some time now. You were a Sister of Zaun, you were there when everything went wrong, you were the one to patch Silco up, and you were by his side when he took over the Lanes. Who better to be the one on his arm? His confidant, his companion, his partner… His Queen.

warnings: non-descriptive violence, mentions of the bridge bombing and betrayal, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, grinding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, getting caught, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Why'd they make this old man hot??? Everyone enjoys his character now but I was in the trenches back when we only had S1 and EVERYONE HATED HIM 😭😭 LIKE WHERE WERE YALL BEFORE???? Anyways hope y'all enjoy it!

You've been by Silco’s side for as long as you can remember. He's a few years older than you, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever. Especially when he kind of took you under his wing as a Freedom Fighter for Zaun. You all called each other brothers and sisters, it was a found family that you'd kill for. That you'd die for.

Then the bridge explosion happened.

Countless of brothers and sisters dead. Either by the bomb, or by the relentless enforcers. There was so much smoke, so much blood.

It still haunts your nightmares.

What came after was even worse.

You remember being distraught over how you found Silco. His wavy dark hair drenched in toxic water, clinging to his sculpted face. Bruises around his neck and arms, a nasty laceration on his face— blinding one of his teal eyes.

The wound was raw, red, and looked painful. It oozed pus— infected due to the dirty water he was submerged in.

Silco was quiet. His confident, chatty, sarcastic nature no where to be found. His one clear eye was dark, an anger you've never seen before surfacing on his pretty face.

You asked what happened. What did this? Who did this? He only said one word that explained everything. That one word also broke your heart.

“Vander.”

With that, you cared for Silco to the best of your abilities. He's treasured that care, and he will continue to treasure that care till the day he dies.

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That was a little over a decade ago, the two of you in your early twenties. Now you've grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally. The two of you aren't the same people you were back then.

Silco is much colder. He's manipulative, he uses his charms to get what he wants by any means necessary. He's got the Lanes wrapped around his pinky finger.

But you've got him wrapped around yours.

You're not as naive anymore. Not as kind or generous. These past few years have hardened you, and have shown you that loyalty and respect are earned; not given.

Gone are the two young dreamers who wore stitched-together clothing, wild hair and even wilder eyes.

Silco dawns form-fitting suits, jackets, and polished shoes. Expensive accessories and even more expensive cigars.

You have been gifted a multitude of fancy gifts. Each one more expensive than the last.

Now, you match Silco to a T. A black slinky dress dawns your curvaceous figure, sharp black stiletto heels, dark red nails with a matching dark red lip, a massive rock on your ring finger, and a two-toned fur coat.

Only the best for his wife.

You're one of his soft spots, Jinx, your adopted daughter being the second.

Many have tried to get in Silco’s good books. Very very few succeed.

Men with too much lip and not enough action.

Women who try to warm his bed, stating they're better than you. They're thinner, more “beautiful”, they're the ones who should be seen on his arm.

Silco can’t help but roll his eye at that. He’ll scoff and look down his nose at them with a dark, “She’s a goddess among men. You're a cheap, fake rendition trying desperately to cling to a station not meant for you. Now leave, before you make it so that today is your last day.”

They always leave the office in tears. Bottom lip wobbling as mascara streaks down their cheeks. You can't help but smirk as they shoot you nasty glares. Your perfectly painted lips are full of smug venom, your wedding ring sparkling as you sarcastically wiggle your fingers goodbye.

The woman always huff, crying a bit harder as they leave.

Pathetic.

You casually sashay into the office and see your love sitting at his desk, one hand rubbing his temple as the other swirls his bourbon.

“Hello darling.”

At your voice, Silco’s head jolts up. A rare smile graces his handsome face. You close the door behind you and lock it.

No need for anymore interruptions.

“Sweetheart, it's nice to finally see you. You've been hiding away all day.”

You sigh jokingly, sitting atop Silco’s desk. Your fur coat slides down your arms and rests in the crook of your elbow, showing off your upper body. Your neck, shoulders, chest, cleavage and upper back are devoured by Silco’s hungry gaze.

“I didn't want to intrude. It seems like you had some... Company while I was away.”

Silco scoffs, messing up his usually perfect hair and takes a big swig of his bourbon, “Unwanted company sweetness. They keep trying, those idiots.”

You laugh, fully dropping your coat onto his desk and sitting in his lap. Silco's hands rest against your full hips as you settle down comfortably.

Your tone is saccharine and purr-like as you play with Silco’s hair and trace his sharp features, “Well… you are the most powerful man in Zaun, and the most attractive. I can understand why they want you so desperately.”

Silco’s smirk makes you shiver lightly, “And how would you know that?”

“Because I was just as desperate a decade ago.”

Silco chuckles, a deep grumbly sound emitting from his chest, it makes your panties damp, “I remember. You following me like a lost little duckling. All doe-eyed and bitten-lipped.”

You pull Silco close by the nape of the neck, and kiss his scarred cheek slowly, leaving behind a perfect red imprint, “Well it worked out in my favour didn't it? I remember finally getting you where I desperately desired. How I rubbed it in to the other Sisters of Zaun.” your tone full of smug satisfaction.

“Yes, we fucked desperately inside a random storage closet, like most young adults do.”

Your laugh is loud, and full of joy. It causes a smile to overtake Silco's face.

“There's one thing I miss from all those years ago.”

“And what's that, sweetheart?”

“Your longer hair… and eyeliner. I miss pulling on it when you ate me out and fucked me. Seeing the eyeliner roll down those high cheekbones was just a bonus.”

Silco lunges forward and kisses you, you swear your lips will be all puffy due to the force used. The kiss becomes messy, as the two of you grind against one another, eventually you pull back and see red all over Silco's face.

His cheeks are flushed red, his face has perfect lip marks, his lips are the same red yours are, and his hair's a mess.

God he looks so good.

“I’ll grow it out again, just for you.”

You devilishly smirk as you kiss him once more, your panties sticking desperately to your messy cunt as you frot against the large bulge inside his pants.

Without breaking the kiss, you unbutton and pull down Silco's pants, and he pushes your dress up and pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock in with no problems. Your drenched pussy welcoming him in gladly.

There's no adjustment period, you start bouncing desperately and Silco fucks up into you simultaneously. It's amazing. His cock hits every sweet spot you have.

It’s a bruising pace, his cockhead keeps squishing not only your g-spot but your cervix as well. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gasp out in pure bliss.

The coiling in your lower belly is wounding up each second you bounce on your lover's cock. Fuck, he's moulded your pussy to his cock. No other will ever satisfy you the way his does.

It’s over for you when he rubs your engorged clit in a smooth circle, your juices making every movement easier. You cum, moaning loudly. Your pussy clenches desperately onto the big, thick cock inside you, and a small amount of juice spills out. Soaking Silcos’s lap and staining his pants.

He continues to fuck up into you, even though you're slouched into his neck and whining at the overstimulation. He's using you like his very own pocket pussy.

And you are.

One, two, three thrusts later he's balls deep inside you, cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums viciously inside you. You can feel each pump of his cock as your belly warms up. God, you aren't sure you can get off his lap without a nice stream of cum oozing out of you.

The two of you pant, satiated. You indulge in your after-glow until it's interrupted by a noise in the rafters above you two. A few minutes later you hear, “I’m assuming I’m getting a sibling in the upcoming months?”

You and Silco look to one another before shouting in tandem,

“JINX!”

Whoops. At least she didn't see you two going at it. Small blessings, huh?

😏😏😏

Hope y'all enjoyed this. Idk what came over me, I wasn't originally going to write smut yet… here we are!

[tammytaamm]

Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Jayce, Viktor, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko would confess to his gender neutral crush please?

Arcane characters confessing to their gender neutral crush

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Viktor

- this man is so emotionally constipated

- he would repress his feelings before realizing he's got a crush on you

- he first realized he's got a crush on you when he felt your warm breath against his ear as you stood behind him analyzing some equations he made

- he was blushing like crazy

- he wouldn't confess until being sure you reciprocated those feelings, he hates rejection

- he finally got the courage to when you two were pulling an all nighter to solve some hex-problems

- would be really sly about it too

- "i think you're a great work partner and im sure you'd be a great romantic partner... I would like to test that theory"

- wouldn't look you in the eyes while saying that

- breathed THE BIGGEST sigh of relief when you agreed on a date

Steb

- you were on a mission together

- he's a very rational and professional person

- so, naturally, he wouldn't let his feelings for another enforcer be known

- that was until you were being carried by his muscular arms away from the gunfire, having been shot in the thigh and losing a lot of blood

- he skillfully dodged all the bullets and carefully rested you on the ground behind a big wall

- "no...please don't die on me right now i wouldn't be able to live with it..shit...i love you! Please...you can't leave me alone" he kept repeating these phrases as he tried to keep your wound from bleeding out and as you slipped in and out of consciousness

- after some help came you were escorted to get medical help

- he was by your side every second

- when you woke up you found him staying on a chair besides your bed

- "so you love me huh"

Vander

- you've been a regular at the last drop for god knows how many years

- he knows your order by heart, always having it ready by the time the clock strikes 9.00, the time you always come in

- you've been casually chatting and flirting for some time and he caught feelings

- as you sat down on the chair he slid your drink and a cigarette

- "the cig's on the house my dear"

- you smiled at that and went to light up your smoke when you saw something scribbled on it: 'meet me outside in 15 minutes -vander'

- you mentally made a note for that and lit up the cigarette

- after 15 minutes you found yourself at the back alley of the bar right in front of him

- "you're gonna make me feel like a kid for saying this... I like you. More than a regular customer. I like you in the way that i want to serve your favorite drink every day for the rest of my life."

- you wasted no time and went to kiss him, something you've been waiting for for years

- he reciprocated with a hungry kiss of his own

Silco

- as you take a seat in the meeting about the underground's crashing economy silco urgently announced you wink at him

- he smiles, this was an old routine you two shared

- he knew he cared about you but wouldn't admit it as he was too scared to lose you

- one of his workers sat next to you and started flirting with you, much to silco's distaste

- he knew you could handle yourself, you were one of the underground's most feared people after all, but he wasn't sure he could handle his boiling jealousy

- maybe you didn't notice the man's attempts to take you home after that meeting at first, but he sure as hell did. Subtle touches, lingering glances, before the he dropped the "Why don't you come home with me?" that was when silco stepped in.

"Sorry, i thought you said something to my lover?"

"Why don't you mind your business?" The man slurred, scoffing as he spat on the pavement. "They are my business. " Silco retorted, his gaze just as sharp as the one shot at him. The stranger took your hands, and forced you to look at him.

"Who's it gonna be, babe? Me, or him? " he asked, making sure the venom in his voice was noticeable over the jarry music playing throughout the streets of the undercity. Silco slapped his hands away from you, calling for his most trusted employees as the man got escorted away, probably to be murdered in the back of an alley.

- "Your lover, huh? " you'd ask, giving him a smirk as you leaned over the table. He gave you a sly smile as he replied; "I don't see the problem. "

- silco was silently thanking that man for giving him the chance to make a move on you

Ekko

- you two were laying down under ekko's tree base

- he's been meaning to tell you this for a while, but he's nervous

- he looked at you and admired your features for a moment "the moon is beautiful tonight isn't it", he asked, not taking his eyes off of you

- "it sure is" you said, the stars sparkling in your eyes

- he gave your hand a little squeeze to get your attention, his back leaning on the tree

- "hey look at me" he paused for a moment trying to find his words "i think i like you..."

- when he noticed your silence he quickly scrambled, his cheeks reddening

- "no no i dont think i like you i KNOW i do and it's totally okay if you dont i dont want this to affect our friendshi-" you cut him off with a kiss on his cheek, giggling

- "i like you too you idiot"

Jayce

- you were woken up in your deep sleep by a knock on the door and your name being yelled-no...slurred..?

- you carefully opened the door with a bat in your hand for extra protection against some drunk idiot but you were greeted by none other than jayce, who has clearly been drinking way more than he should've

- he threw himself in your arms and you took a step back to adjust to his weight, your bat long forgotten on the floor

- you guided him to your couch and prepared a glass of water for his next day hangover

- you handed him an extra pillow for comfort and prepared to leave him alone for the night, but he grabbed your wrist, gently enough to not cause bruising but harsh enough to make you stay put

- "you're too nice to me, y/n. I think i may be in love with you" he said before closing his eyes and letting go of your wrist before dozing off

- you stood still, not knowing what to say

- you decided to cherish this moment, not sure if he'll be sober enough to admit this ever again

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Hope you liked this!!! Constructive criticism is always welcomed!!

[archangeldyke-all]

Hello again Angel! Sorry I wasn’t specific, I meant the one where Sevika and Reader work at the bars 🍺🍸

no worries love just wanted to make sure! part 2 of fake-hating story coming right up!!

men and minors dni

your phone blares with the ringtone you've reserved for vander. from where she's curled up on top of you, sevika groans.

"turn that off." she whines.

you snort. "it's vander, love."

"tell 'im to fuck off."

"relax. lemme just see what he wants."

"it's your day off!" sevika whines, nuzzling her face into your tits. you giggle and kiss her scalp before pulling your phone to your ear.

"hello?" you mumble.

"rookie, thank janna you answered. claggor's stranded at school because somebody forgot it was his turn to pick him up and i've gotta go get 'im. i need you to come watch the bar for an hour or so." vander requests.

you bite back your whine. "vander, i can't. it's my day off."

"tell 'im your car's in the shop." sevika mumbles.

"my car's in the shop." you add on before your boss can reply.

"oh for fucks sake!" vander's voice fades as he spews curses, most of them directed at his ex-husband silco.

sevika raises an eyebrow at you, wondering if you're off the hook, and you shrug.

"get silco to pick 'im up, since he's the one who forgot." you suggest to your boss.

vander growls. you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "silco's out of town. fucker decided to take a vacation during the kids' finals week. he's such an asshole--"

you pull the phone away from your ear to let vander rant for a while, craning your neck to kiss sevika's scalp. she hums then lifts her own head up to meet your lips with hers. for a few blissful moments you get lost in the feeling of your girlfriend, and then a particularly loud curse draws your attention back to your phone.

"--alright!?" vander shouts down the line.

"yeah, sounds good boss." you say distractedly, sevika chasing after your lips with her own, your words interspersed with pecks.

when vander hangs up on you, you assume that's the end of the problem.

you throw your phone away and wrap your arms around your girlfriend, giggling against her mouth as she continues to kiss you. "mmm." you sigh. "'s silco on vacation?" you ask.

sevika chuckles and pulls away just enough to respond. "yeah. said he purposely decided to go this week to piss vander off even more." she giggles before swooping back in for another kiss. you laugh against her mouth.

you get lost in her. time stops, the drunken shouts outside your window fade, and you and sevika get lost in your own little world; exchanging kisses, stripping each other of pajamas, laughing and groping and moaning as you do.

and just when you've got her where you want her-- pinned to the bed butt naked below you-- there's an angry, aggressive knock at the door.

you freeze. sevika sits up from where she was sprawled, glaring at the living room where the pounding on the front door continues.

"who the fuck--" she's cut off by more angry pounding.

"what the fuck?" you ask.

sevika looks at you. "you got stupid neighbors?"

"not usually. maybe they're drunk?"

the pounding only grows louder. sevika growls, grabs her boxers, and stumbles to the front door as she clumsily dresses herself.

you sigh and lay back down in bed, waiting for your girlfriend to take care of your solicitor and return.

only...

"sevika!?" vander's voice echoes through your home.

you blink, then scramble out of bed, pulling a sheet over your naked body and sprinting into the living room.

"vander-- what the fuck are you--"

"why the fuck is naked sevika answering your door!?" vander growls at you. when he sees your disheveled state, he reaches up and grabs his heart. "oh no. no, no, no, no, no! rookie, you didn't!" he whines, pushing into your home to glare at you.

you feel like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. sevika's amused smirk isn't helping.

"uh... we were drunk?" you try to lie.

vander turns his fury on your girlfriend, glaring at her. "you seduced my bartender!?"

sevika cackles. "uh, more like she seduced me!"

"why!? why, rookie, why!?" he whines.

you groan and run a hand through your hair. "vander--"

"is this some plot? are you gonna break her heart and sabotage the eye of zaun?" he asks hopefully.

sevika laughs. "it better not be. we've been fuckin' for over a year now, i'd kill you if you let it go on this long." she says, glaring at you.

you groan. "sevika, you realize this is gonna get back to silco, right?!"

sevika freezes, then starts to panic. "shit, shit, shit!"

"wait. so you two are actually together?" vander asks.

you shrug pathetically. "yeah?"

"for how long!?"

"i dunno. since i started at the last drop?" you guess.

vander dramatically collapses into your couch, holding his face in his hands.

sevika pinches the bridge of her nose then sighs. "fuck are you even doing here?" she asks.

vander glares at her, then looks at you. "i told you on the phone i'd give you a ride."

you groan, and sevika laughs. "she wasn't fuckin' listening dude. we were kinda busy when you called."

"disgusting! stop talking!" vander shouts. you giggle guiltily. "you're lucky i'm desperate. if you can get to the bar in the next half hour i won't fire you."

you pout. "but--"

"hold up, old man. we've been lookin' forward to this weekend together for ages now!" sevika cuts in.

vander glares at her. "you think i give a fuck?! you're the enemy, sevika!"

sevika groans and rolls her eyes. "get the stick out of your ass, vander, nobody gives a fuck about your little feud except you and silco!"

vander flips her off. "oh fuck off! you eye of zaun fuckers are ruining my life!"

"drama queen." you mumble. sevika cackles. vander storms off the couch and toward the door, pointing at you.

"twenty minutes!" he threatens.

"you said thirty two seconds ago!" you whine.

"that was before you pissed me off! now it's fifteen! i recommend you get dressed and get your ass to work!"

"ugh! fine! but i'm taking sevika with me!" you scream after him.

vander just punches a wall and slams the door behind him.

when he's gone, sevika turns to you with a grin.

"you're takin' me with you, huh? what am i gonna do, just watch you work all night?"

"you're damn right you are." you say. sevika shoots you a skepitcal look. you huff. "if there's a lull we can fuck in the bathroom." you bribe.

sevika grins and pulls you in for a kiss. "now we're talkin'."

kofi

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