#arcane finn x reader

[katz-rambles]

My first Finn ask!! Yay! I hope this is good!

"I watched arcane for the plot." The plot:

(fluff, gn!reader, a little smidge of a jealous reader, I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Your job is pretty easy, you may have a bunch of stuff to do. But it's not too stressful, especially since your boss is none other than your husband. You're sitting on the edge of his desk as he's going on about the stuff that happened today, how the assignment he gave the chem barons got messed up by the firelights. You're not even sure if you're fully listening, you're honestly just staring at him. His words go in one ear and out the other, but the way his voice scratches your brain enables you from diverting your attention.

The moment is interrupted by a loud knock at the door, you quickly hop off his desk and take your place beside him. “Come in.” Finn's voice drones, clearly already uninterested and the person isn't even inside his office yet. One of the chem-baroness’ awkwardly steps inside the office, you don't recognize her, although you've seen her around. Finn looks up from his desk, his gaze staring holes in the poor woman, he leans back in his chair and motions for her to start talking, and she does. Finn listens to her, not as intently as she would have liked, occasionally butting in to give his comments, though he doesn't do or say much else.

When she leaves there's a, uncomfortable, silence that takes over the room. You have to give it to her, she goes on for a long while, longer than you would have liked, but it's impressive nonetheless. Although you felt like ripping her hair out halfway through when she started to give Finn the ‘fuck me’ eyes, though you don't blame her, and if it weren't for Finn grabbing your thigh and silently telling you no, you would have.

You scoff, “I don't think I've ever heard someone talk so long before.” You sit back up on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs over so you're facing Finn this time. One of his hands rests comfortably on your thigh, rubbing it as he shakes his head, fighting a smile. “She made some interesting points.” He looks up at you, leaning his cheek on your knee, the cold metal of his prosthetic jaw causes you to flinch away from him. He laughs at your antics and gives your knee a kiss, as good of a kiss as he can.

You grab on to his left arm, lifting it up to grab his hand. You trace your finger over the cold metal of the wedding band that adorns his ring finger. He chuckles and his eyes flick down to your own wedding band. “I have no idea how no one has noticed yet,” you think out loud, your finger trailing up his ring finger and up his arm, tracing some of his tattoos. “I mean, it's not like we actively hide it.” You finish your thought, looking at the tattoo on his chest and tracing it with your finger, he sighs and grabs your hand. “I don't know.” He brings your hand up to kiss your palm.

You slide off the desk and into his lap, placing your arms around his neck, as he lets go of your hand, moving to cup your face, he brings his face closer, connecting your lips together. A soft kiss, his silent way of saying ‘I love you.’ You reciprocate before pulling away and resting your forehead on his. You smile and he kisses you again, it's a little awkward to kiss someone with a prosthetic jaw, but you've gotten used to it.

It's these soft moments that you two have together to remind you both that, no matter what, you will always have each other. “Till death do us part.” He mumbles into the kiss and you laugh breathlessly. “Till death do us part.” You repeat him, resting your head on his shoulder. Both of you enjoying the peace of the moment.

[nyctophiliq]

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐔 !

"how can anyone manage these... groups." when you finally score a job at Connected Cities Records, you found out that you will be the manager of their most famous groups. you have your work cut out for you with so many personalities, possibilities, and hearts to satisfy. will you survive the heat of the cameras and the tight backstage corridors, or do you have to pull the short rope and end your carrier sooner than expected?

note. please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

casting couch — ambessa medarda

THE LAST DROP DEBUT. — jinx, sevika

PILTOVER’S FINEST DUO. — caitlyn, vi

THE PRODUCTION TEAM. — renata glasc, mel medarda, grayson, cassandra kiramman

VIP special — caitlyn + jinx threesome

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 !

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗣 / jinx, sevika, finn

𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧 / caitlyn, vi

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 / ekko, viktor, jayce

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔���𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 !

𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 / renata glasc

𝗖𝗘𝗢 / mel medarda

𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗘𝗢 / ambessa medarda

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 / grayson

𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥 / cassandra kiramman

[insane-arcane]

Hi I'm just thinking how funny it would be, being Silco's kid and dating. He would never suggest you weren't allowed, he wouldn't want to make you unhappy, but he definitely has something snarky to say about anyone you like. "Yes, they'd make a good partner...if you manage to trim the extra arrogance off." "Darling, they couldn't pour water out of a boot if the instructions were on the heel." "Them?...Interesting choice. 🙄"

Lsnkxdjxkndmxnnsnzndndmdndn

Your dating options are very limited lmao

...

Your father was a man of refined tastes despite his poor background. He always strived for more, for better. As the night went on and your boyfriend tossed metal coins onto the bar and you drank together, the alcohol made your throat bubble with laughter and burn from the sting.

Finn wasn't exactly your first choice either surprisingly enough but as time went on he won you over. Silco would never doubt his baby's intellect but he questioned his own sanity and parenting when he saw you holding hands with Finn. You had grown up in the Lanes together and been on and off again friends. Doing odd jobs here and there. His mom was apart of the Revolution your father was planning with Vander and while Silco and your uncle didn't want you involved since you were still a child, Finn was more than ready to fight. For his freedom, for Zaun.

Silco will give him credit where it's due, Finn was no coward. Just an idiot.

"It's a beautiful night..." He mumbles softly his pale green eyes focusing on you as he pulls you closer too him. His gold jaw grazes your skin when he leans down to speak to you, his thick voice melting like candle wax sending shivers down your spine as his breath tickled your ear. Breathing in Zauns air and the smell of Finn and the drinks you'd both had, you were happy he suggested to walk you home instead of taking a carriage.

"Is it?" You tease him with a soft hum leaning into his sturdy frame.

Smiling and shaking his head with a tsk at your playful nature, you shift his jacket closer as you walked down Zauns quiet night streets. You continued to let yourself get lost in your thoughts as the two of you walked, enjoying his company and the familiar Zaun sounds. As his hand snakes tighter around your waist you hummed content, leaning more into his touch as you thought back on the origins of your relationship and how this all became to be.

You were often the one patching him up when his fights went wrong, playfully scolding him as you did. As he gave the back of your ear a kiss you closed your eyes liking the feel of cool metal against your skin.

The prosthetic jaw had been your last straw as a kid. You repeatedly told him to be more careful, to not get himself hurt, not to do anything stupid and there he was half dead at your feet with no where else to go. You had helped him that last time with some shimmer you swiped from your father and then you left.

As he began pecking your face with small kisses you laughed at the sensation, pulling away from the ticklish feeling only for him to pull you closer. As he cupped your face with his hand serpentine eyes focused on you, your glad he didn't stay away.

The kiss was sweet and tangy tasting like whiskey and honey, which you're pretty sure was his last drink. As your arms wrapped behind his neck his arms stayed around your waist. The kiss had an undertone of metal like always but that didn't bother you one bit. You smiled into the kiss hands tangling into the back of his shirt as you lean into it depending the kiss. When you pull away for air he smiles, eyes mischievous and hooded as his hair falls loose framing his beautiful face. The gold he decorated himself with shines in the neon lights around you while his green eyes glow. You got to see this more gentle but still mischievous side of him that no one else was able to see and it made you head spin and heart soar.

When did you fall in love? You couldn't remember.

As he brings a hand up to stroke your cheek you lean into the touch feeling the soft leather of his gloves and his calloused fingertips. When he gives you another kiss and there's always another your nose crinkles as you smile kissing back. You think you remember now alcohol and lack of air making your head a little dizzy.

Finn was one of your fathers Chem Barons. The first time you saw his golden jaw, yours dropped. When you regained your composure not letting him see how shaken you were, his green eyes focused solely on you the entire meeting not listening to a word your father was saying. He made his intentions clear, that he would win you back and it was only a matter of time. As Finn pulled away and you leaned forward not wanting the kiss to end you supposed he was right.

"My firecracker..." He mumbles and you melt at the nickname.

He was known as a player, a frequent employer for many woman and men of the night. He stopped all and any flings declaring you were the only one in his life even before you fell for him and got together. While many brothels knew him and many prostitutes and escorts sought after him he dropped them altogether to focus on you. And to his credit he's never faltered, never been tempted. You were always the one and as he leads you back to the Last Drop, opening the door for you like a gentlemen with Sevika giving him a disapproving look as Silco puffs a cigar and makes sure you make it to the stairs and your room safely you knew it. Because he was always your one too.

[moonbeam-writing]

♡ Day Three: Anywhere Else ♡

❥ Characters: Finn (Arcane)

❥ Contains: Fluff; Two (2) sentences of dialogue; Not at all how I thought it would turn out; Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns for the Reader; SFW

❥ Quick Note: Dedicated to two of my roommates who love him as much as I do. ♡

(Sorry the ending kinda sucks, babes.)

❥ Word Count: 641

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(Y/N) hated Chem Baron meetings. They knew why they were necessary, but that didn't stop how much (Y/N) dreaded having to go to them. 'Having' was a bit of an exaggeration. (Y/N) didn't have to go, not if they really didn't want to, Finn wasn't that cruel, and especially not with them. However, Finn liked having (Y/N) there with him as he dealt with Silco's nonsensical droning about how the Shimmer operation wasn't running how he thought it should. Finn would tell (Y/N) that there was something about their weight on his lap and against his chest that he found so grounding.

Perched comfortably on Finn's lap, (Y/N) played with his fingers as they always did. They traced the tattoos across his knuckles and occasionally picked softly at the edges of his gloves as they listened carefully to the discussion around them. What they heard was usually the same every time, but (Y/N) knew why they came with Finn every time even though they didn't want to. They listened to every word that was said and carefully watched the mannerisms of everyone in the room that they could see.

Their eyes caught everything. Every small sigh, every twitch, and most importantly, who those little motions were aimed at or what their cause was. (Y/N) wasn't a snitch, far from it, but they were more than willing to secretly by Finn's little bird. The looked harmless enough for the Lanes; they always seemed so focused on playing with Finn's fingers or him flicking his lighter. They only ever noticeably looked away from Finn or the space around them unless someone shouted or slammed their hand against the table.

So far, the meeting was peaceful, and as (Y/N) silently hoped as they moved a hand to play with Finn's hair, the meeting was also almost over. Despite dubbing themselves Finn's little spy of sorts, they still got bored if they went on too long. After all, they were usually always the same. The only feelings they welcomed were from Finn, when he would squeeze their waist when irritated or grab their hands to keep them still for a moment. The room (Y/N) was stuck in was nothing but tense and often cold. Finn's small gestures were the only things (Y/N) truly welcomed.

As Silco continued to speak, Finn sighed deeply and quietly. (Y/N) held back a laugh at Finn seeming to be as bored as they were. (Y/N) felt Finn's head move under their hand, then Finn's eyes meeting theirs. They smiled at him softly, not caring that neither of them were potentially missing details. (Y/N) could tell that Finn was long over this meeting as well. Hell, he hated them as much as they did. Finn smirked at (Y/N), moving the hand that was in theirs to rest against their collarbone, softly, teasingly, tapping against it.

Finn loved the heat he felt spreading up (Y/N)'s neck and the sweet smile on their lips and the contradictingly sly shine in their eyes. By this point, Finn had openly surrendered all of his attention to the darling person on his lap, making it painfully obvious that he wanted to be anywhere other than where he was. Boredly, Finn looked away from (Y/N)'s eyes, moving his gaze straight to Silco with a slight glare. He didn't know if Silco was done, he didn't care if Silco was done talking. Regaining his smirk, Finn looked back at (Y/N), his smirk seeming to curl more above his golden lower jaw. "Wanna go home?" He asks, refusing to look anywhere other than (Y/N).

"Pretty please." They answer quietly, laughing at suddenly being lifted into Finn's arms, being carried out of the meeting room they were in.

[bunnyluvx]

the arcane characters missing you!

featuring: caitlyn x f/non-binary!reader. mel, jayce & finn x gn!reader.

summary: what do the arcane characters text you when they miss you?

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. do not spoil season 2 in the replies. violence mention (heimerdinger being annoyed with hoskel overexaggerated). nothing else!

tags: smau | spoiler-free! | fluff | physical affection mentions | pet names | lesbian caitlyn | canon lesbian character | jayce misses you so bad that he picks you up early

divider credit: heart by @isisjupiter, support by @cafekitsune

a/n: hi my dears!! i have been very fixated on arcane ever since season 2 came out so i present you with these! i'm very excited for the new episodes tomorrow! i hope you enjoy the silliness! <3

[mirconreadzztuff22]

- “ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END.”

TW: (death, blades, assassination)

You and Sevika worked together under Silco for years. As time grew, so did your bond between one another. From small glances at meetings, to Sevika offering her cloak whenever you needed it more than her, to Sevika bringing you on dates, to Sevika bringing you home with her. It was all fun. It always has been. Though, as they say, nothing lasts forever. A few minutes before your date with Sevika, Silco called Sevika in. Sevika told you to wait for her at Jericho’s meanwhile she takes care of some things. With a nod, you left and went to Jericho’s without any other thought. Boy was that a mistake.

When Sevika went into Silco’s office, Silco had told her to lock the door behind her, to which she did. With a cigar in his hand, Silco spoke; “Thank you for arriving on such short notice.” Sevika simply hummed. “What’s this all about?” Sevika questioned as she sat down. She was a little bit impatient, as she wanted to go on a date with you as soon as possible, but Silco was being a hold-up. With a sigh, Silco turned his chair around to face Sevika. “Them.” Silco simply said as he pulled up your file. Sevika reached over to grab it, to see it was you. She didn’t necessarily like where this was going, for good reason. Though, she kept her mouth shut. “They’re a problem.” Silco informed Sevika, his eyes narrowed as he taps his cigar on the desk.

Rightfully so, Sevika got upset, as she put the file down. “How’s that so?” Sevika asked, practically glaring Silco down, though, he didn’t falter. “They’re deadweight. They have done nothing practical. Either way, they’re rebelling.” Silco tells Sevika straight up, which gets her more pissed than she would like to have admitted. It was true, after Jinx’s stunts and Silco’s lack of action, you started to agree with Finn. Even with Silco’s punishment, you still stood with Finn, much to Sevika’s dismay. “They’re aren’t useless. They have done a lot over these shitty years. You act as if Finn isn’t the one to blame either.” Sevika tells Silco, clearly furious. Silco shook his head as he leaned back against his chair. “He won’t be a problem for long. For now, I need them gone.” Silco ordered. Sevika wasn’t taking any of this, as it made her sick to her stomach.

“..I’m not doing that shit.” Sevika retorts, her fists in a ball. “That wasn’t a request, Sevika.” Silco told her, his gaze hardened. “If you don’t, I’ll just let Ran take care of such matters.” Silco said as he sat up, but Sevika immediately got in his way. “No! I’ll..” Sevika yelled out before sighing, looking down at the ground, still furious. But if you had to go down, she wanted to be the one who does it. “I’ll get it done.” Sevika finally mumbled, not bothering to look at the man before her. Silco hummed as he sat back down. “Good. Now leave.” Silco demanded coldly, to which Sevika stomped out of his office, slamming the door behind her. She had to prevent herself from doing something stupid, so she took a few deep breaths and stomped over to Jericho’s, heading over to your date.

After a while, there you were, talking with Jericho before noticing Sevika. You told Jericho to hold on before getting up from the stool and heading over to Sevika. “Hey! What took you so long! Was Silco eating at you or something?” You asked jokingly as you walked Sevika to a stool next to yours. Sevika already felt guilty enough, but she tried to be subtle about it. “That’s one way to put it.” Sevika replied, forcing a half-assed chuckle, though, you just thought she was annoyed after it all. Soon, you two sat down together and ordered your meals. As the date went on, everything was fine; well, for you anyway. This whole time Sevika was thinking ‘why? How?’ Sometimes you even had to make her snap out of her thoughts because she spaced out.

Later on, you and Sevika finally payed for your food and drinks before heading off. During the whole date, Sevika had a plan and decided to bring it to action. Soon, Sevika held your hand and dragged you to an alleyway. “Why are we going this way? Home is on the right” You asked Sevika. Sevika didn’t reply. All she did was hug you. “I’m sorry.” Sevika mumbled, her eyes closed as she held you tight. You were really confused now. “For what, Sev.?” You asked once more, looking up at Sevika. “This.”

Was all Sevika said before she unsheathed her blade from her knuckles in her mechanical arm and stabbed you in the abdomen. This whole time, Sevika held you close. You gasped into her, holding onto her. As you embraced the pain from being impaled, Sevika muttered “I’m sorry” once again. “I’m sorry we couldn’t last.” Sevika whispered, getting teary eyed. “I love you..” was the last thing you heard from Sevika before you had your final breath, closing your eyes and slipping away from her. Once you had gone cold, Sevika held onto you for a little longer, a few tears slipping down.

As they say, everything is temporary.

[queenofcringe]

HE WAS SO SEXY AND FOR WHAT??

[sihakadan]

Arcane cast pining. That is all.

Fuck me, I'm going to die. It is either angsty or so deep it's gross with me. So much fluff lol. These are not established relationships with the reader, just if they were wanting it bad.

SFW, just some language

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•🐀Silco

-Favoritism is a problem if he likes you. Jinx gets away with literal terrorism, just think of the war crimes you could commit and he'd just say it was your favorite holiday tradition.

-He gives you very subtle hints because he isn't sure if you feel the same way and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

-You do, however, receive lots of flowers from a mysterious 'admirer'. They always seem to be delivered when you are in his office, working. "Ah, more flowers? This 'admirer' must be very smitten with you."

-You know he really likes you when he asks Jinx to not terrorize you or be rude towards you

•💣Jinx

-She makes you personal little drawings and your own little mascot, like her monkey

-Is a little touchier with you. If you are uncomfortable with that, she will request air hugs/ high fives often

-Names one of her grenades after you. Always draws a heart on it and it emits your favorite color smoke when it blows up

-Lets you hang out in her lair with her and touch her things. This is where she is the most vulnerable and only Silco and you are allowed in.

•⌛Ekko

-Is a bit oblivious at first that he may have feelings towards you

-Watches you a lot. Not in a creepy way, he is just fascinated by how you move, talk, act.

-Even if it pisses you off, he does not like to take you on missions or give you dangerous task. You know how to take care of yourself, but he has lost so many and if he lost you-

-Shows you his workspace and makes little gifts for you to keep on your windowsill.

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Since he doesn't really talk, actions and body language is how he communicates

-He is like Ekko and observes. If you catch him looking, he gives you a sweet smile and nod

-You get to hold and play with the baby more than anyone else in the Firelight base. It wrecks him because it is so cute watching you two together

-Brings you little gifts like pretty little rocks and shells, a book, things that interest him to share with you

•💪Vander

-He is pretty upfront about it, but he backs off a bit if you get embarrassed by the attention

-You never pay for your drinks, no matter how many times you try. He once gifted you back all the money you had given him for the drinks. Thought he was really clever about it.

-His eyes brighten around you, and he never stops smiling at you when you talk. Just hearing your voice makes him happy.

•🔥Finn

-You get spoiled. What kitten wants, kitten gets

-You get your own security detail, the best clothes, invited as his plus one to all the parties.

-He isn't ashamed to let you know his feelings, but how deep they are he will never share because he is too afraid someone will use you against him. He'd raze the undercity if you were ever hurt.

-Will actually share silent moments with you because they can be comfortable, but he is giving you the 'fuck me' eyes the whole time

•⚒️Jayce

-He tries to impress you a lot. It can be overwhelming, but he is just nervous that maybe you won't feel the same

-Flowers, candy, jewelry all the time. Will tell you they're from him but he won't tell you why he gave them to you. "I just think you deserve something for your hard work." (Viktor will literally bang his head on the desk because how can his friend be such an idiot?)

-Tells you about his dreams and hopes. It makes his heart swell when he sees how your eyes sparkle when he talks about making things better

-Viktor will throw a book at Jayce if he doesn't admit his feelings for you because, damn it, it is interfering with their work! (He also thinks you two were made for one another)

•📖Viktor

-Smooth with flirting, but if you flirt back, he won't know what to do. He isn't used to someone returning the interest.

-Asks you to get coffee with him daily on his breaks or the one he will take because Jayce demanded he move from his spot in the lab. Walks with you around campus if the weather permits. If not, you both sit in the lounge and talk about little things.

-Gives you lots of books and leaves notes in them for you, like which part was his favorite or what he thinks you would be interested in

-If he has to go to events, you are going with. You two stand back and laugh together about how everyone looks like they're walking with a stick up their ass.

•🖌️Mel

-Invites you to lots of places, to spend as much time as she can with you even while it is for work purposes

-Gets your favorite treats delivered to you.

-Straightens your clothes or hair while talking to you. It is a habit, and it is how she shows affection, but it can be taken as 'you look dreadful, let me fix you'. She means well by it.

-Shows you all her paintings and even teaches you a bit. Even if you are terrible at it, it is not the point, and she is happy to share a passion of hers with you.

•🚬Sevika

-You get silent conversations with her a lot. All she has to do is look at you and you know what it means. Not a word needs to be said.

-She is soft with you, but in a very romantic way. Brushing your cheek with her fingers, glaring at people who are getting too close, telling you that she will protect you

-She can't get you flowers but pays your tab at the bar. To her it is the same thing

-Teaches you cards so you both can gang up on the others and wipe them out of their money

[cursedwoman1859]

Careful What You Wish For (Silco/F!Reader/Finn)

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Words: 4.7k

Content: Threesome (MFM); oral sex (M recieving); PiV, light D/s; rough sex; humiliation; genital piercings. No beta we die like finns dignity

Summary: Finn steps out of line at a meeting and Silco enlists your help in reminding him of his place.

AO3 Link

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Chem baron assemblies weren’t the worst part of your job as Silco’s assistant, but they were up there.

It should have been fascinating, getting to sit in on Zaun’s equivalent of the council meetings. Every person in the room with you controlled their own little slice of the Undercity with an iron fist – whether that meant the chem trade, body mods, brothels, or webs of spies and informants who could find out anything about anybody for the right price. But more often than not, meetings devolved into petty squabbling over territory and who owed what to whom – and you had to sit there and take minutes through all of it.

Your only consolation was that Silco made it clear he hated these meetings as much as you did.

Today’s assembly had dragged on longer than usual, and you were relieved to be packing up at last. You just had to finish the notes you were making, and then you’d be free. A few of the chem barons had already left, though Silco was still hashing out the details of a Shimmer production deal with Renni. Sevika was leaning against the door by the elevator, looking bored out of her mind, and you were about to go over to her when a shadow fell across your notebook.

“I haven’t noticed you here before,” a familiar voice said, and you looked up with your brows already raised. Finn was one of the newer chem barons, and you had to wonder whether his affected swagger and bold fashion choices were compensation for the fact that he had inherited his position and everybody knew it.

“I’m always here. I’m Silco’s assistant.”

“I know,” said Finn, leaning on the edge of your desk, caging you in, “but I never noticed you.”

The desk you used was in a corner of the room, and Finn was blocking the only exit. You sighed, finishing what you’d been writing and capping your pen. You were not in the mood for this, but you plastered a polite smile on your face regardless. “Then I’m doing my job well, aren’t I?”

Not to be deterred, Finn only leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low purr. “I wouldn’t shove you in a corner and make you take notes all day, is all I’m saying. Nah, if you worked for me, I’d have you sat right next to me where everyone can see, and I’d—”

“I like my corner, thank you,” you said curtly before Finn could finish that thought, snapping your leather-bound notebook closed. It had been a gift from Silco, and the black cover bore a bright pink doodle of his insignia, courtesy of Jinx. “I like my job, too.” You glanced over at your boss. He was still talking with Renni, leaned back in his seat with a cigar smoking steadily in his hand and smoke drifting out from his lips as he spoke, but as if he could sense you looking at him his gaze flicked over to you, just for the briefest second. That relieved some of the tightness in your throat. Finn could be as pushy as he liked, and you could handle him, but Silco or Sevika would step in if you needed someone with a little more sway to scare Finn off.

It wasn’t yourself you were afraid for.

“Okay,” Finn said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. His eyes raked over you, and you realised that from this angle he probably had a pretty good view down the front of your blouse. “But you’re done working now, right? How about you come with me and I’ll show you how I’d appreciate having someone like you with the Slickjaws. I’ll buy you a drink.”

You stood abruptly, but Finn still didn’t back off. If anything, he only leaned closer while you packed your things away, and his too-heavy cologne made your nose twitch. “Thanks, Finn, but I’m not interested.”

Finn only drew himself taller, tilting his head as he gazed down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. The top one, anyway. “Fine, you wanna be like that, I get it. You’re a classy lady, I can see that. Guess that’s why you like working for Silco so much. I’ll take you to dinner first.”

You glanced back at Silco, and your throat tightened when your eyes met his. Renni was reading over some contract with her own assistant, but he was no longer paying attention. You wondered how long he’d been watching, letting Finn dig his own grave. The other chem baron was a dumbass, but he probably didn’t deserve whatever was coming if he didn’t leave you alone.

“Finn, I told you I’m not interested. Now please let me go home.” You tilted your chin up and put as much steel into your voice as you could.

But Finn wasn’t going to be deterred by your words. “Alone?” he said, leaning down into your space, his arm on the desk still caging you in.

“Yeah, alone,” you said, your patience wearing out. Fuck it. It wasn’t like Silco was going to punish you for giving as good as you got. Especially not to Finn. “Now let me pass or I’ll screw your jaw shut.”

To your dismay, Finn only laughed, his sleek curtain of hair swaying as he tipped his head back. “Oh, she bites! I knew you had some fire in there somewhere. I like them feisty.”

Of course he does. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, feeling the weight of your brass knuckles in your pocket. Another gift from Silco – he’d wanted you to be able to protect yourself, even if you weren’t much of a fighter, and he’d reasoned that it would be hard for an assailant to take them and use them against you, so you’d have time to run. You’d never actually used them, and trying them out on Finn would definitely be taking it too far, but they were a comforting presence in your pocket nonetheless.

But a sharp call of your name cut across the lame response you’d been about to give, and relief made your shoulders sag. Silco was shrugging on his coat, his business with Renni concluded (and not to the other chem baron’s favour, judging by the sour expression on her face). “Come. We’re leaving.”

At last Finn stepped aside, his eyes roving over you one last time as you passed. “You know where to find me when the old man gives you a day off, baby.”

Ugh. “Keep dreaming, Finn,” you muttered as you hurried over to where Silco and Sevika were waiting by the elevator, and you didn’t miss the glare your boss shot Finn before he turned on his heel and stalked through the ornate doors of the assembly room.

“Please tell me you weren’t flirting with Finn,” Sevika said once the elevator was rumbling down to street level.

You glanced at Silco before you responded. He was quiet, his mismatched gaze fixed on something in the distance, and you could almost see the plans formulating behind his eyes like clouds gathering before a storm. “No way,” you said to Sevika. “He was just trying his luck. I bet kissing him is like licking a brass doorknob.”

That made Sevika chuckle, and you thought even Silco’s lips twitched up for a second, but it could have just been the lights from outside shifting as the elevator descended. He said nothing on the way down, but you could tell he wasn’t happy. You couldn’t begin to guess what he was planning, but the thought that Finn would soon be feeling the wrath of the Eye of Zaun was more exciting than it should have been.

-

A few days later, you had your answer.

Silco called you to his office towards the end of the day, when the bar downstairs was starting to empty and the sliver of sky you could see from the street was lightening, dawn turning the neon haze that bathed the city sickly green like a healing bruise. Zaun’s nocturnal schedule was one thing you’d always loved about it compared with Piltover. It gave everything that happened in the undercity an air of vice, and when you entered Silco’s office to find him already watching you with sharp eyes that felt like they could peel back every layer of your clothing, you knew your evening was about to get a lot more interesting.

“How do you feel about staying a little late tonight?” Silco said as you approached his desk. He turned his chair to the side, and that was all the signal you needed to round the desk and sink down into his lap.

“Need me to reorganise your filing cabinets again?” you said with an arch of your brows.

Silco took a cigar from the ashtray, and he didn’t need to ask you to light it for him. “Not quite. I’ve invited Finn here to discuss the territory dispute he was having with the Vyx. Tell me, do you truly find him so repulsive?”

“I…” You trailed off, wondering where this was going, but Silco’s ever-schooled expression gave you no hints. “Not repulsive, no. Just irritating.”

“And if I were to ask you to help him remember his place after the Assembly, what would you say?”

Ah. So this was where the other shoe dropped. For Finn, at least. The slow, almost absentminded circles Silco was drawing on your inner thigh (to the extent that Silco did anything absentmindedly) gave you a pretty good idea of what kind of plans Silco had made for the chem baron. “I suppose I could tolerate it for the sake of teaching him a lesson,” you said, keeping your voice light.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Silco’s features, and you shuddered. You’d been on the receiving end of that expression more than once. “Good girl. Now, go sit at your desk and look busy. You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”

-

When Finn arrived, you played the part of the quiet, unassuming assistant with practiced ease. You met him at the bar and led him upstairs, laughing off the flirtatious comments he made and putting a little extra sway into your hips for good measure. You fetched coffee and sat at your desk in the corner of the office, making yourself invisible as you let the scratching of your pen fill the gaps in the two chem barons’ conversation.

If Finn sensed anything was different, he gave no sign of it, sitting casually on Silco’s couch with one foot propped on his other knee, fidgeting with his lighter as he spoke. It was a wonder he ever got to light anything with it after wasting all the fuel.

You watched him from under your lashes as you worked. He wasn’t bad looking, really, just a little…over the top. If he noticed you watching, he wisely didn’t acknowledge it in front of Silco.

It was a little late for him to suddenly get some common sense, but you appreciated the effort anyway.

“There’s one more matter we need to discuss.” The chill that had crept into Silco’s voice made the hair on the back of your neck prickle. “Your transgression at the last chem baron assembly.” You heard his chair creak as he leaned back, but you didn’t dare look over at him.

“My—this is about her?” Finn said, his eyes finding you for the first time.

You could almost hear the unimpressed arch of Silco’s eyebrow in his voice. “My assistant made it quite clear she wasn’t interested in you, professionally or otherwise, yet you continued to pursue her, never once considering if perhaps there was a reason for her disinterest. One might even think you were trying to poach my staff from right under my nose. This was a grave insult towards both of us, Finn.”

For a second Finn’s mouth hung open as his eyes flitted between the two of you. You put your pen down, resting your chin on your hand as you watched the younger chem baron flounder. “I wasn’t—Silco, I would never try to take your staff from you. I just asked her out for a drink, that’s all, I swear.”

“I know,” Silco said, his voice deceptively light, and Finn’s whole body went rigid as he stood up and rounded his desk, but Silco only leaned on the other side, his arms folded as he looked down at Finn. “Just a moment of weakness, the temptation becoming too much for you, right? I’ll admit she can be something of a distraction.” He sighed, letting his words hang in the air, and you caught the exact moment Finn understood the implication, the suggestion that you weren’t just an assistant. By this point his eyes were so wide you would have laughed at the expression if you weren’t distracted by the heat already pooling low in your belly at what you knew was coming. Silco kept his eyes fixed on Finn as he held his hand out, long fingers crooked invitingly. “Come here, darling.”

You rose from your seat slowly, hardly daring to look at Silco as you came to stand between him and Finn. You already knew all the details of Silco’s plan, but you also knew that if you had a chance to dwell on what you were about to do, you’d lose your nerve. And you really didn’t want to back out now.

Finn’s metallic jaw hung loose as Silco’s hands trailed up your arms to the collar of your blouse, deft fingers undoing the buttons one by one. “You know, perhaps this situation is my fault,” he said as he pulled your blouse off your shoulders and tossed it aside. Next came your skirt, and you stepped out of your shoes and socks so you were stood there in only your undergarments. “Perhaps I haven’t been valuing your fantastic work ethic enough, Finn.” He punctuated that sentence by roughly unlacing your bra and tossing that aside too, so your tits bounced free. Your panties soon followed, another victim of the small knife Silco always kept up his sleeve.

Finn’s knuckles were now white, his hands clenched on his knees.

“Maybe it’s time I showed you how much I appreciate your contributions to the cause.”

Your nipples hardened to stiff, pebbled peaks, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the cool air in the office or Silco’s voice sliding against your ear like satin.

“Fortunately for you, she’s had something of a change of heart. Haven’t you, sweetheart? Would you like to help me remind Finn exactly where he stands in our enterprise?”

You nodded, then hissed as he pinched your nipples in warning. “Yes, sir,” you said quickly.

Finn’s eyes flicked between you and Silco, and you could see his mind reeling, searching for the catch. You could hardly blame him – though he made no move to leave, and his tight pants were doing absolutely nothing to hide his interest.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging in a way that was probably supposed to look nonchalant but would fool absolutely no-one. He glanced towards the door. “We could just—”

“Oh, no,” Silco said, nudging you towards the couch. “I think my office is perfectly sufficient.”

You knelt on the couch next to Finn, your hands braced on his thighs as he slowly shifted to face you. You wondered if he was even conscious of the movement. You glanced up at him, noted the slight flush on his cheeks. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and you could see the exact moment he thought, fuck it. He gave a short, jerky nod and you took that as your cue to free his cock from his jeans. You took him in your hand, already half-hard, but then you stopped, your eyebrows raising as you saw the three piercings near the bottom of his shaft, on the underside. They were gold barbells capped with large, heavy diamonds, and you wondered if they’d come before or after the jaw.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a bit of ice, baby?” Finn purred.

“It won’t be a problem,” Silco answered for you. You glanced over your shoulder to find him leaning on the edge of his desk, watching with feigned boredom, though the heat in the depths of his corrupted eye gave him away. “She’s quite capable. Continue.”

You spat into your palm and worked your hand over the head of Finn’s cock. It didn’t take long to coax him to full hardness. When you glanced up at him, you could see he was doing his best to keep his expression schooled (which shouldn’t have been hard for him, given that half his face was metal). His fingers twitched as if he wanted to touch you but thought better of it. Maybe he wasn’t as dense as he seemed.

The couch dipped under you as Silco knelt behind you, and Finn looked up in alarm. “I never said you’d have her all to yourself,” your boss said over your shoulder.For a moment you were sure Finn would object, but he only chuckled, though his laughter was strained. “So that’s the deal with you two.”

“Yes, Finn, that is the deal,” Silco said, and your stomach twisted in anticipation as his hand fisted in your hair. “You got there eventually.”

“Come on, old man,” Finn said, some of his earlier bravado finding its way back into his voice. “You’re the last chem-baron I’d think would be fucking his assistant.”

“I suppose I’m full of surprises,” Silco said dryly, tapping a spot on your back, and you obediently put both hands behind your back so that Silco could pin them in place, your balance now completely dependent on him.

He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear and his voice soft enough for only you to hear. “Still okay with this, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what is our signal? Do you remember?”

“Tap your leg with my foot twice for a breather, three times to stop,” you recited.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and then he was pushing your head down.

For a few moments he only held your head at the tip of Finn’s cock, letting you take your time teasing the tip with your tongue. When you glanced up, your eyes met Finn’s, and you thought you heard him curse under his breath. Then you had to break eye contact as Silco forced your head lower, guiding Finn into your throat as you ran your tongue over the underside of his shaft, earning yourself a shaky, measured exhale that suggested it was taking all of Finn’s willpower not to start fucking your throat at his own pace.

Then Silco was pulling you back up, the sting in your scalp making your eyes water, though it was just the right kind of pain that sent flashes of heat along your spine. The heat between your thighs had solidified into a persistent, heavy ache, and you hoped Silco wasn’t planning for this to end with you simply sucking Finn's cock– and it wouldn’t, if the growing hardness you could feel pressing into your ass was any indication.

You took a breath while you could, before Silco pushed your head back down, this time far enough for you to give the first piercing an experimental flick with your tongue as it passed your lips, which made Finn’s breath stutter and his cock twitch in your throat.

There wasn’t time for such indulgences after that. Once you’d adjusted to Finn’s size and figured out how to avoid catching the stupid diamonds on your incisors, Silco set a more brutal pace that made Finn curse through gritted teeth as your head bobbed on his cock, though it was never more than you could handle. Silco knew exactly how much you could take, and he knew how to toe the line without pushing you over it, seemingly having some sixth sense for the moment your vision started to darken from lack of air. Your jaw ached and tears pricked at your eyes from the pain in your scalp, surely ruining your eyeliner, but not once did you consider tapping out. 

Silco let go of your hands, but you kept them clasped behind your back anyway. The vicelike grip he’d had on them had made his point clear enough; your every movement was to be at his command, your obedience complete. The sound of buttons popping was barely audible over the wet sounds of your mouth on Finn’s length, but it still sent shivers of anticipation along your every nerve. You bit back a desperate whine when you felt Silco slowly draw his cock through your heat, coating himself in the wetness that had gathered there.

“Look at me, Finn,” Silco said, his voice like velvet, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as he sank into you, though the pressure of being filled at last did nothing to soothe the ache in your core. You risked a cheeky thrust of your hips backwards, urging him deeper, which earned you a warning tug on your scalp. You couldn’t see whether Finn obeyed, but he must have, because Silco continued, “This could have been you right now. Had you kept your head down, done your damn job and kept the money coming in, perhaps I would have seen fit to reward you properly.” He drew himself almost fully out of you before thrusting back in to the base, your groan of pleasure muffled by Finn’s cock. Silco had forced you to take him so deep your nose was pressed to his groin, and your mind felt fuzzy, but you still had enough wit to think to yourself, liar. Silco might be willing to allow Finn to indulge in your mouth, but he had an ulterior motive. Anything else was about as likely as a Shimmerhead sharing his fix. “But no,” he continued, his voice sliding into a low, dangerous hiss that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. “You had to poke your head up above your station. You had to get cocky. You had to try to claim what isn’t yours. I want you to remember this next time you think of stepping out of line.” His voice was as measured as ever, his tone bordering on disinterest, but you knew better. You heard the gravelly bedrock beneath the silken surface. He’s close. “Remember who built this nation. Who gave you your own little fiefdoms where you can live like kings, instead of street dogs tearing each other apart over scraps. And remember how easily I can tear you down, just as swiftly as I raised you up.”

As if to illustrate his point, he pulled your head up so you released Finn’s cock and your spluttering gasps filled the quiet, occasionally dissolving into desperate whimpers as Silco fucked you, just a little slower than he knew you liked, the bastard.

When you risked another glance up at Finn, you could see the cogs turning behind his lust-clouded eyes, even as he subconsciously angled his hips up towards your waiting mouth.

“All right, I overstepped,” he gritted out. “I already said I was sorry.” You thought you caught a please whispered under his breath, or maybe it was just the blood rushing in your ears.

Silco gave a low hm of consideration but pushed your head back down regardless, and you obediently opened your mouth to take Finn into your throat once more. This time the pace Silco set was more intense, and you had to fight off your gag reflex as Finn shuddered beneath you.

“Everything you have, everything you are, exists because I allow it. Both of you,” he said, driving into you faster, your tits bouncing obscenely with the force of it. “But look at her, you’re grateful, aren’t you darling?”

You gave a choked moan around Finn’s cock, and Silco chuckled, the sound rich and smoky and tipping you dangerously close to a peak you weren’t sure you had permission to reach. “That’s it,” he said, fingers finding their way to your clit as if to reward your obedience. “Always so well behaved. You could stand to learn a few things, Finn.”

The tight, quick circles Silco was drawing on your clit were enough to send you careening into your orgasm, permission be damned. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you clenched around Silco’s cock, waves of pleasure radiating from your core to the tips of your toes, and the force of it soon pulled Silco down with you, though the only thing that gave him away was the stutter in the rhythm of his hips and the tightening of his hand in your hair.

He pulled out of you and quickly tucked himself away, pulling you off Finn once again. You panted as the aftershocks of your orgasm skittered along your nerves, a string of drool connecting you to the tip of Finn’s dick. “If you want to finish,” Silco said, “you can start by apologising to my assistant.”

“Fuck,” Finn snapped when you gave a taunting little lick to his head when he took his time answering. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean – I shoulda left you alone when you said. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it was just flirting.”

“Acceptable?” Silco leaned down to speak softly into your ear again, and you shivered in pleasure at the attention.

You looked up at Finn through your lashes. His sleek hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed, and his gold eyes had a wildness to them you’d never seen before, like he was balancing on the edge of a building and you were the one holding him up, and he didn’t know if you were about to save him or let him fall.

It occurred to you that you could say no. One word from you, and Silco would send Finn scuttling out of here with balls as blue as Hex-crystals.

That was probably what Silco would have done, if it were up to him. Fortunately for Finn, you weren’t so cruel. Your throat was raw and the words wouldn’t come, so you just nodded. It was enough.

“Very well.” Silco released your hair and sat back against the couch. “You may finish, Finn.”

“In her mouth?” he said as you swirled your tongue around his head once more, this time able to use your hands as well, sparing your abused throat.

There was a click and fizz of a lighter, and you could picture very well the withering glare that Silco had to be aiming over your head. “Well, if you ruin my couch I’ll have you gutted alive. So yes, come in her mouth.”

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked, and that was all it took. Finn came with a growl he barely stifled, boldly grabbing your hair and holding you in place as he fucked your throat, spilling over your tongue again and again as you swallowed it down. You were relieved when you could finally release him, giving one last flick of your tongue to his tip, making him hiss. It was only fair, you thought, considering the ache in your jaw.

“Get out,” Silco said quietly from behind you. “And never pull something like this again. Next time I will not be so lenient.”

Finn said nothing, only tucked himself into his pants and ducked out the door, his usual swagger gone. You weren’t fooled, though. You knew the look of a man who’d just had the best orgasm of his life.

Sighing, you flopped back on the couch, your head landing in Silco’s lap as your eyes fluttered shut in contentment.

“Was that too much?” Silco asked softly. He stroked a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch featherlight compared to the iron grip he’d just had on your scalp.

You shook your head, breathing in the cloud of smoke he let drift down over you. “But you’re buying me a wig if I wake up bald tomorrow.”

He chuckled, the rich, dark sound curling out from his lips and settling over you much like the smoke had, sending heat curling in your belly once more. “Deal.” 

[katz-rambles]

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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 20

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 19

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Ran, Chross, Finn, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, more Dom Silco vibes, pinv sex, unprotected sex

Chapter word count: 9.8k

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Total word count: 112k

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"i need you" +finn :^^

you already expected him to be possessive, jealous and territorial. you weren't surprised by these things when they came up, instead adapting to them and teaching him that he didn't need to be so scared of losing you all the time. he was safe.

what you didn't expect, however, was for him to be clingy. annoyingly so.

whatever you were doing, wherever you were doing, he was touching you, holding hands or simply holding on to your sleeve, like a child. you reminded him that he was a grown man, but all he did was bury his face in your hair, a smile playing on his lips.

"but i need you"

that always made you weak. he was taller than you, stronger than you, and a pile of cash to do whatever he wanted. and yet, the one thing he asked for was you.

even now, as you finished the last parts of a project for a building to piltover, he was whining about how little you paid attention to him lately (past hour), and how much he missed you when you parted for your endless work (few hours as well). you just laughed.

and when he put his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head, telling you how proud he was of you and your work, you felt needed. you felt loved. and when he whispered those words in your ear, you knew there was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be than right there.

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♡ Valentine's Day Event 2023 ♡

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❥ Day Three (2/12/2023): Finn (Arcane) in Anywhere Else!

⊹ฺ Finn’s favorite place to have the Reader is on his lap during a Chem Baron meeting, looking pretty and mouthing off at Silco.

— Word Count: 641

❥ Day Two (2/13/2023): Gaara Sabaku (Naruto) in Sleep Aid!

⊹ฺ After Gaara comes back to life thanks to Lady Chiyo, he's told to take a few days to recover. While he's stuck in a bed he rarely used while he had Shukaku, the Reader keeps him company.

— Word Count: 775

❥ Day One (2/14/2023): Toshiro Hitsugaya (Bleach) in Take a Break!

⊹ฺ Despite the relative peace in the Soul Society, the Captain of Squad 10 seems to be overworking himself more than usual. Lucky for Toshiro, the Reader is more stubborn than he is.

— Word Count: 496

[kissentz]

he mean it😏😏😏

[ursawastricked]

Staking a claim

Silco x gn!reader (implied afab in some places)

Silco catches Finn's eyes wondering to you during s meeting, and he takes it upon himself to set a boundary and show him as well as the others where you belong

WARNINGS: SFW Fluff, violent impulses, thoughts of violence, mention of knife, jealous Silco, possessive Silco, Finn in general being kinda creep, light man handling (Silco and you) if you squint. Mostly a fluffy, jealous, self indulgent Silco being possessive fic

word count: 1879

The meeting room filled with the sound of the Chen barons banter, talking over each-other, yelling at each other, trying to make the deals that helped their empires survive. Despite this, Silco sat quietly. He held his head, his forefingers resting on his tightened temples as the barons tried to argue over little things that felt rather insignificant, at least to him. His eyes flickered upward as Renni screeched something about her child..his work, why Silco hadn't checked his workers conditions recently. "So tell me Silco, why the FUCK IS MY CHILD COMPLAINING OF A LACK PROPER BREAKS?" She howled like a cat, pointing her finger at the Eye of Zaun as if he was a common resident of the under-city filth. "..If you don't like it..take him for your factories. It's not as if he does much for me, I can always replace it." "It?" She snapped, twitching her head to the side before the rest of the table erupted in annoyance at the remark, aggravated as the subject changed from business. Silco leaned forward, rubbing the bridge of his nose and nearly scraping his nails across the surface of the table as Finn decided he too was going to throw an unwanted opinion into the mix. "Maybe the old man has grown too senile too track who he has working for him?" He snickered, flicking his lighter open again before snapping it closed in time. He smirked amusingly, his golden lower jaw making a light click noise as his upper lip curled. Silco thought he was going to have an aneurysm..this was ridiculous, these people were insane, what the hell happened to business talk? Stats? Perhaps a fucking report on sales or territory? Exhausting..EXHAUSTING. His muscles felt tight, tense and aching from simply being around these people, and he began to memorize exactly how to reach his blade in time if he grew so tense that he would need to bury it in someone's head. As the gaggle continued their squabbles, his kind flickered someplace else, his schedule carefully recited in his head, anything to distract him from this gossip. And that distraction came just in time, his hand nearly to the hilt of his blade when the knock on the glass door cut though the noise in the room, their gaze all falling upon the shadow behind the door before it entered. Sevika glanced at the handle of the door, then to Silco for his approval, which he promptly gave. Opening the door, the Barons watched the shadow form reveal itself. You stood close to the door, hurrying in once it was open. You give a quick nod of hello to Sevika, before turning to find Silco in the sea of Zauns royals. Silco caught your eyes swiftly, sparking a obvious sense of relief in the his gaze as you slowly began to make your way over. Silco moved his gaze away from your form for a moment, "Forgive me for not informing you all before hand," he started, his hand slipping away from his blade easily in favor of placing it instead against the grain of the table, "An associate of mine is here to deliver something important for all of us I believe" His eyes flicked back to you, stopping in front of the group to quickly give a little bow of acknowledgment to the table before awkwardly moving around the opposite side from Silco, not seeing a way to get to him the other way. He glanced over your body as he often did, memorizing the outfit for today..it wasn't often he saw you in trousers. But today you wore an exceedingly high waisted pair, pinstriped down and a button down waist band that extended to just under your breasts, perfectly expressing your curves. As usual though, you wore one of those frilly white button down shirts, fitting loose around your collar bone as you had left the first two buttons go unfastened. The glint of a high neck chocker wrapped your long neck, a lovely black velvet with a lining of gold.. definitely chose that with purpose. The Barons swiftly disregard the new comer, returning to their now mostly business mind set and conversation. Silco explained further, buying you more time to find a way to his side, "My associate," he quietly udders your name, its short..affectionate,  "has found business in surveying the under city..hiding cameras everywhere in order to catch any activity they're able to catch." The words sent a bit of tension around the table, the idea of records being kept of business seeming unnerving, "However, I have struck my deal with our lovely audience" He brought a hand up, gesturing toward you in reference to his comment "And they in turn have offered their services for our cause, in-fact they have already proven quite a valuable asset to my own business..surveillance is a powerful tool in terms of anyone trying to sneak or steal products." He explained, causing the tension to turn quickly to interest. It was true that thieves and the firelights had caused quite a few issues for all the Barons business, but camera..footage of the assailants could help it stop. Silco caught the unrest rising in his gaze, however what he caught also was the Silvery green eyes that had too began to track your careful movements. His attention snapped away from the other barons, letting them begin to whisper and conspire without him, this was more of his concern. Finn had now leaned back in his chair, watching as the figure quietly slipped closer to the head of the table where he resided, his eyes half lidded as he got a closer look at you. You made eye contact with him, giving a polite little greeting as you went to slip behind his chair, only to be cut off as he slid his chair back, offering to let you instead pass in front of him, "Please, allow me, little pet" he purred, swaying his hand across his lap suggestively. You nodded a little awkwardly, a pit of anxious tension settling in ur stomach at the sight of the gold plated man, stepping forward and turning too shimmy past his head of the table. Finns gaze dropped instantly to your lower half, not shy about how interested in the accentuated waist allowed your ass to be far more noticeable. Silco wasn't a jealous man, of course you don't belong to him however..you didn't belong to him by any capacity either. He could feel as his jaw clenched, at the almost painful sound of Finns new nickname for you. His hand slipped from the table, tickling down his side as he could see Finn hungrily watching your form move past, and his fingers grazed over the handle of his blade again. Finn let out quiet whistle as you turned back too your original position, erupting a quiet almost seething rage in Silcos stomach before he recognized the smell of your perfume as you finally arrived to his seat. The click of your heeled shoes finally ceased as you stopped next to Silcos chair. He lifted his searing gaze from Finns face, feeling the sudden chill of his nerves as his eyes met with yours and the fires were suffocated. You awkwardly nodded in hello, this time speaking, "Silco.." you muttered lightly. His hand impulsively moved from his blade, traveling up toward yours out of habit. "Hello dear," he returned, a hushed whisper of affection through a privately used nickname, meeting the feeling of a folder rather than your hand. His nerves tingled a bit, confused by the lack of warmth they expected. After a moment he snapped back to his original mind set, flipping open the folder and nodded after checking for the proper information needed. The folder slide to the center of the table, the Barons watching it as if it were a meal after days of starvation, "these are the recent photos taken from their surveillance of each of the local docks..as you will see they have a wide range that reaches across the under city," he started, not being able to help himself, checked to see that Finn still caught his eyes on you once again. He surveyed the pair as he spoke, "these however are photos I have of the recent firelight raid on a group of my distributors, and now with help we have identified the specific agents," his gaze fixated on the movement of Finn's eyes, flicking to meet Yours and smirking lightly, jutting his head upward as he made an attempt to gain your attention. Which is when he caught your eyes flickered toward the golden jawed man, not giving too much acknowledgment before tensing at the placement of Finns hand on his lap. "Now this all sounds..helpful surly," Smeech started, "what do your private eyes prefer payment?" He asked, tilting his gaze upward to You for her own reply. Silco torn his gaze from the interaction, taking a moment to let the barons fall quiet. You didn't reply, a little too focused on decoding Finns advance, but your attention quickly snapped back as you felt the sudden warmth of a hand snaking around her thigh. "They have agreed to negotiate their prices based on work." Silco cooed, his arm now wrapped around you, hand taking a firm grip on your clothed hip as Silco, tugged you lightly that you leaned against the arm rest in his chair. Your cheeks warm a bit, accepting however the advance, and propping yourself up on the arm rest. The group quietly muttered among themselves, Smeech speaking up again, "I will take the information for your contacts before we leave today," Silco nodded toward him, as well as accepting to gift the contact information to the rest who requested your info. His head tilted up to meet your gaze. In it he found a glimmer of pride, excitement surely at the prospect of this much business. You tilted her head downward, gifting Silco a little chuckle. 'Oh how Lovely..' he thought to himself quietly, slipping his hand further up your form to your rib cage as he tilted his head back to catch Finns frustrated expression. Silco smirked wildly at him, before returning to his business, now with a new toy to play with while the meeting continued. The barons were easy to please after a while, not quite as irritating once he had a firm place to grip on your side. You had now slipped a bit and tilted your weight into his shoulder, a movement Silco caught with eagerness. He didn't need to see you to know your intentions, especially once your hands rested on his shoulder. Reclining against him like a house cat did, however give him a much needed boost to his once sour mood. At this point all he could focus on was Finns annoyed gaze, all fixated on the pair. Deviously sour over the clear claim Silco had made on the pretty newcomer, and simply wanting the meeting to conclude so he could crawl back to whatever slimely home he had come from.