#arcane self insert fanfic

[prismkith]

Omg i just read your previous arcane request and i really liked it, would you do the same strange/weird reader but with the men of arcane (I love my frail Victorian man viktor) 🙏🥺

'Dont mistake me for the wind when she blows' pt 2

Arcane characters with a weird/otherworldly partner

Pairings: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko

Viktor:

This man would ADORE YOU!!!

He thinks you are the most fascinating person in the world. He could just watch you interact with the world for hours and never get bored. 

will let you hang out in his lab/office while he works, and he will often look over at you and catch you completely zoned out, staring into space wide-eyed. He’ll stare for a few minutes, wondering what could be going on in your mind that has you so blind to the world around you. Eventually, he’ll snap you out of it to call you over and show you his progress in his work. 

The way this man looks at you. Just stares at you with stars in his eyes while you ramble about something he lost track of a while ago. Watching you go on your little rant, absentmindedly wandering around the room and fidgeting with whatever catches your eyes. When you finish your ramble you pause and stare at him for a response. He just chuckles and says “You are truly a wonder”.

Jayce:

Definitely struggles to keep up with your faster rambles and odd speech patterns, and can find you a little overwhelming but you two still find plenty of ways to connect. 

When he found out you collected scrap metal, he totally geeked out. Now a regular date for you two consists of going out and finding pretty scrap metal and jewelry and anything you can get your hands on, and then spending the rest of the night welding together. Building little trinkets, inventions, or art pieces together. You have the creativity and vision, while he has the muscles and tools to execute it. 

Slowly as you start visiting his apartment, you find all your little projects together and slowly begin decorating his space, until it's practically a museum of your relationship. 

Ekko: 

Finds himself whispering “What the fuckkkk” every ten minutes when you guys hang out. 

Like for example, one time you two were hanging out in the firelights community, sitting on a bench some of the kids built and painted years ago. He looks down for literally one second, and when he looks back up you are twenty feet away, crouching on the ground and petting the raccoon he has beef with (said raccoon chases him every time he tries to take out the trash) and he just stared in utter disbelief as you treated his fuzzy rival like a house cat. 

You are 100% his muse. He has painted and sketched you more times than you can count. He has a tiny painting of you he keeps in a secret pocket of his jacket near his heart.

Instead of either of you ever verbally making things official or asking the other out, one day you just started painting an hourglass on your face to match his. Neither of you acknowledged it, but everyone knew that was when you two became inseparable.

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A/N: ask and you shall receive! these have been super fun to write lol, I was struggling to think of more habits and traits to give to the reader so I asked my friends for a list of any weird/odd habits I have or things I do for inspo, and oh boy was it humbling.

[silcoitus]

Can we maybe have silco x reader who he bites out of habit (could be nsfw, while making out of something) and they moan from it? How would his reaction be to it?

As I was writing a continuation to Practiced Hands, I realized I could incorporate this request into it! So behold, second installment of Young Silco! Reminder that this turns into an AO3 link in one month's time! So read it here while you still can!

Practiced Hands (Part 2)

Masterlist | AO3 link

Previous Chapter

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Tags: Young Silco, f!reader; biting; couch sex; cunnilingus; penis in vagina sex;

Word count: 1.5k

Betas: @juniper-sunny

“Why don't we continue this upstairs?”

You'd answer if you had any energy, but with the way Silco's hands worked you, you're entirely spent. Turning your head toward him, eyes half-lidded, you look at him through your hazy afterglow.

Twin oceans stare back at you behind a curtain of raven hair, the fringe he so stubbornly styles obscuring his face like a thick forest canopy hiding the form of a hungry tiger, nothing visible except for its predatory eyes. Silco’s gaze is possessive and carnal, an animal running solely on instinct.

And with one small nod, you yield to it.

Read the rest on AO3

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[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 1

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter ??

“You better hurry up ’cause Vander’s gonna kill us!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me touch up real quick.”

“We haven’t even left your house yet, come on!”

“If you keep complaining I’ll move slower!”

“Alright. Just hurry up, we promised him to show up early, we were already behind the time we agreed to meet him.”

“Just wait here.” she then enters the bathroom with her make-up pouch. She grabbed a pressed powder from her bag and tapped away the oil on her face.

“Haggard where?” she puts down the powder inside her bag and starts posing in front of the mirror.

“Hey, I can hear you from here!”

“Ugh! I’ll be out in a sec.”

She leans forward to take a closer look at herself in the mirror.

‘Need to start wiping this shit up’ she said to herself after using her index finger to wipe off dust in front of the mirror.

The longer she looks at the mirror, the weirder her reflection starts looking.

She hears a distorted noise that causes her to lean on the counter.

She kept repeating “shit” from under her breath.

If a distorted noise wasn’t enough, she hears a ringing in her ears.

“Hey, you said that you’ll be touching up. Are you doing a ritual?”

“N-not f-funny” the woman inside the bathroom uses her hands to cover up her ears. “UGH FUCKING DIPSHIT.”

“What’s going on inside there?”

The ringing and distorted noise kept getting louder, she pressed her hands harder on her ears in an attempt to make the noise stop.

She then hears a loud bloodcurdling scream.

“Hey, we’re already late. Stop messing around!”

She got no response.

“I’m in no mood for this, Vander’s gonna fucking kill us!”

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is a huge bathroom mirror in front of you. You started touching your face, neck, hair, clothes, and eventually your arms. You looked down at your arms and onto your hands, you flipped the back of your hands to see your palms. You were interrupted when you heared the bathroom door slammed and the person grunts.

“What’s taking you so long?” the woman who barged into the bathroom complains to you.

The woman pants and looks at you “What happened to you?” she asks.

Sevika?

Your eyes open in shock.

You started looking at her face, hair, and clothes. You noticed her left arm.

“W-what h-happened to your arm?” you pointed at her left arm, where a mechanical arm is supposed to be placed at.

“Nothing?” Sevika replied to you with a scoff and irritated look. Your mouth gaped at her answer. “You.. didn’t lose it?“ you ask her.

“Why would I loose it?” Sevika retorted with an annoyed tone. “Are you just gonna stare and ask me questions or what?”

Sevika walks towards you but you grab a makeup brush inside the pouch you saw on the counter. You held the brush near her face when she was about to get close to you. Sevika immediately distanced her face from the brush and looked at you with confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“D-don’t come near me!” you screamed at her. Sevika gives you a confused look at you and walks backward with her hands up in the air as if she’s been caught stealing.

You looked again in front of the mirror.

You stared at your appearance and you placed down the brush on the counter.

This isn’t what you remembered looking like before weird shit started happening in that damn hextech place.

You then turned to look at Sevika who was leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

You bit your lip when you started recalling all the memories before she left you.

You were dying back there, and she just left you as if you were nothing to her.

How come you missed her so much despite everything she’s done to you?

“Can we get going now? Vander’s going to kill us, legit.” Sevika asks still in the same position she’s in.

“Vander?” you asked almost sounding like a whisper. “Yeah, we promised him that we’d meet him today. So, can we get out of your place now?”

She belittled you

Humiliated you

And yet,

your anger doesn’t stand a chance against your love for Sevika.

You didn’t answer Sevika’s question and you started walking up to her dumbfounded, “Ugh, finally.”

It’s about time we leave—” Sevika’s caught off guard when you drop down to her chest,

she looks down at you “I get it, you don’t wanna go out anymore Missy? Sorry, but we can’t do that Vander’s gonna— kill us..?”

Sevika stops when she hears you sobbing,

“Hey, what’s wrong? You didn’t answer and you hugged her, Sevika didn’t know how to respond and just hugged you back.

“Why did you leave me?” you started bawling your eyes out, “I never left you?” Sevika responds.

Liar

Your vulnerability took over your anger at her and you are now wailing and asking her questions.

“Did you not love me?”

“Was I not worth the risk?”

“Do I even mean anything to you?”

“What made you leave me?”

“Did you ever love me?”

Sevika couldn’t answer your questions and just hugged you, tight. She doesn’t have any idea what the fuck you’re asking her.

But you’re her best friend, that’s why she stayed and listened to your questions she has no idea about, rather than leaving you.

Flashback

This operation is a bust. You left the area with glass stabbed deep near your abdomen, you're limping while trying to get away from that place. You felt bad for leaving the others, but you’re dying.

You can feel the glass shift inside you whenever you try moving faster, you can’t run, and your only choice is walking.

You rushed near a wall and immediately leaned against it, you started panting and crying. “P-please h-help m-me..” you weren’t able to scream, it's like the stab wound near your abdomen is letting the energy flow out of your body, quickly.

You gasped out for air and you looked down at the stab wound. You attempted to remove it but you ended up wincing in pain, you ripped a piece of fabric out of your leggings and wiped the blood attempting to flow out your body.

You curse under your breath when you try standing up, the pain of the glass stinging is getting worse every time you breathe. You thought that the only thing to make it not sting is having to hold up your breath until you find help, but you soon realize that it will make you lose energy faster.

You discarded the idea of holding your breath and stood up. You walked as fast as you can, more than walking, less than a run. You immediately started losing energy in an attempt to move faster, “Shit!” you screamed before falling in the middle of the street.

“Please help me..” you said while wincing in pain.

You’re about to lose hope until you see a shadow from an alleyway walking towards you.

It’s Sevika

You immediately got up from where you’d fallen and ran into her. “S-sevika! T-thank goodness you’re here. I kept looking for you everywhere but I couldn’t find you, w-where were you even?” you ask Sevika with enthusiasm despite the situation you’re in.

Sevika stops in her tracks when she’s finally facing you. She glares at you, you expect to hear something from her and she just stands where she’s at.

“A-aren’t you going to say anything?” you ask Sevika and you end your question with a chuckle, trying to find humor from her serious face.

You fell on your knees and hugged her legs. “H-hey, w-why are you l-looking at me like t-that?” you asked Sevika, your voice was shaken.

Silence

To your surprise,

Sevika kicks you in the face making your whole body fall. You looked at her with shock painted across your face, “What are you d-doing?” your voice shook when you asked her.

You just brushed off the annoyance you’re feeling from her silence and offered your hand to her. You expect her to take your hand and help you stand up.

You notice her mechanical arm glow purple underneath her cloak, she tosses aside the cloak covering where her left arm is supposed to be. The mechanical arm revealed itself in front of you.

You have to admit that you expected Sevika to hold your hand with her right hand, but you immediately stopped complaining when she reached out her hand for you.

Sevika offers her mechanical hand to you, you grab her hand and hold it tightly.

You thought that she would pull you up right back on your feet—

but what happened is not what you’re expecting.

She tightens the grip on your hand causing you to yelp from pain, Sevika then looses the grip on your hand and opens your closed palm. Her sharp mechanical fingers dug right into your palm, you screamed at the pain and begged her to stop.

“W-what a-are you d-doing?” Sevika didn’t answer your question and dug her fingers deeper into your palm.

You’re crying from the pain and to what she is doing to you.

You looked at your palm and you saw blood flowing like a water fountain. You cried and winced even more when she dug her nails deeper longer than expected.

It felt like an eternity when she finally removed her nails from your palm. You snatched your hand from her reach and you looked at it.

You looked up to Sevika but she’s already covering up her mechanical arm.

“W-why d-did you d-do this?” you showed her your palm and she chuckled.

“You think I'd be dumb enough to trust newbies like you? Let alone be in a relationship with one.” Her confession made your eyes widen. “I don’t even know why I’m with you and you can’t handle fights like this!” Sevika shouts.

“You made me believe I’m r-ready for this.”

“You’re the strongest p-person i-i know, t-that’s w-why I trusted you.”

“You aren’t made for this shit! I don’t even know why Silco wants you.” Sevika pauses.

“I’ll just tell him you’re dead.”

Your mouth drops and you move backwards when you see Sevika going near you. Sevika caught up in your tracks, you looked away from her and expected her to stab you or even worse.

But she just came close to your ear and whispered—

“You’re never going to be cut out to protect the underground.”

Sevika pushes you down to the ground, she turns and walks away.

“S-sevika!”

“P-please d-don’t leave m-me!”

“I need you, p-please..”

“I know” Sevika responds.

Her figure disappears from your sight and you lose your conscience after a while.

—

You opened your eyes and were blinded by the lights coming from above you. You felt someone’s presence behind you and looked at it.

“Oh dear, she’s finally awake!” a yordle calls out to a man. The man seemed to hear the yordle and immediately went up to where you and the yordle were.

You were about to flood the yordle with questions when a man spoke behind you.

“I’m Ekko, that is Professor Heimerdinger. I’m his student.” you nodded at whatever Ekko was saying.

“And this—” Ekko places his hands on his hips and turns around to look at the place, “This is your new home.” he smiled after.

You had no choice but to stay here.

—

It’s been a month now since you started joining the Firelights. You insisted on joining them as a payment for their kindness and letting you stay. You do have experience with fighting and going on extreme missions.

Here comes another day, another shimmer shipment to burn down. You looked at the ship where barrels of shimmer fill the area. These barrels are one stamp away being shipped out to other locations.

—

You light up a torch and set the last barrel containing shimmer on fire. You glanced at the others and signaled them that every shimmer that is on board has been burnt down.

“Let’s go!” Scar shouted and ran.

You followed the others, but you accidentally tripped causing you to hit your face on the floor.

You scoffed at the damage you received then called on the others“Wait up!” You struggled to pick yourself up.

You stopped moving when you heared that some of Silco’s goons were here.

In a panic, you started picking yourself back together quickly.

You were about to run when you felt someone grip your wrist.

“Sevika! I caught one of those firelight idiots!”

Sevika? The mention of Sevika’s name made you scared. You tugged your wrist from the man who’s holding it.

“Let me go!” you shouted.

The man’s free hand started reaching for the mask on your face.

You tried moving away from his hand but he already removed it, your identity is now revealed.

“What the—? It’s you!” the man is shocked at the familiar face right in front of him that caused the grip on your wrist to loosen up. Before you could even remove your wrist from his grip, you saw a figure run near you and the man.

It’s Sevika.

She looks at the man holding your wrist, then her eyes finally land on you.

Her mouth dropped

The sight of seeing you turned into a firelight shocked her.

You took the silence as an opportunity to remove your wrist from the man’s hold and ran to the others.

When you finally find the others, they were shocked to see you— they looked up at the direction you came from and started panicking.

Sevika’s running towards you, along with three other men.

Ekko grabs a smoke bomb from his pocket and throws it at the ground, using it as a distraction to escape. The smoke bomb hits the ground and explodes! The others grab you and immediately flee from the area not giving you time to regain energy.

—

By the time that the smoke has subsided, none of you and the firelights are in sight.

“We lost them.” Sevika muttered, she glared at the three men she was with. She isn’t pissed off because of the firelights escaping.

She’s pissed off seeing you work with them.

“Shit!”

Ever since that encounter,

you realized that you just made Sevika your enemy.

an: howdy! how’d i do 🤠

[sleepysoldier]

any arcane X reader fanfic writers in the void I have a request 🙇‍♂️ (maybe I'll try my hand at fanfic writing one day lmao we'll see)

so we know jayce is a big strong lad ... what if reader has idk . maybe like, moved in near him and needs lots of help with furniture, and assembling stuff, maybe building some stuff in the apartment... maybe it's a modern AU idk.... and we get to see our big golden hunk get worked up and sweaty and stuff and get to know each other more as neighbours and it's cute and a little tense rAAAH I'm biting at the bars of my enclosure

[harrowharksboner]

[Y/N FANFIC]

Vi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her usual confident smirk plastered across her face.

"You've been staring at me for a while now," she teased.

I felt my face heat, but I held her gaze. "You're hard not to stare at, you know."

She chuckled, running a hand through her pink hair. "Flatter me all you want sweetheart, but I think we both know where this is heading."

She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. With a sly grin, she held up two fingers, raising an eyebrow.

"Two fingers okay, honey?" she asked, her voice dropping to a husky murmur.

I felt my breath hitch, but I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face as I met her mischievous gaze. "Perfect," I murmured, my voice equally low. "Now put them to work."

[the-hexcore]

why did you give viktor handles

for what purpose

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[noturfavartist]

At the Limit

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends, Riot Games, 2021)

Core Relationship(s): Vi x (implied)Disabled!Reader, platonic to romantic

Genre & Disclaimers: Reverse Comfort, fluff, university/college AU, second-person perspective (you/your pronouns used), friends-to-lovers vibes. Part 2 of Done for the Day, so Reader is implied to be disabled but is not explicitly mentioned. Descriptions of angry crying and slamming doors in a rage because yeahhhhhh-

A/N: finally getting around to doing this!! I might make this uni roommate AU a whole thing/little series because it's honestly kinda fun??

You had a quiet day for once, and you decided to take advantage of that by spending the day in bed and reading. It was great, you couldn't think of a better way to relax after your classes and assessments were wearing you down for months on end. The whole day had been peaceful until about six PM, at which point you heard the front door to the flat slam open and closed. You're startled by the noise, dropping your book and standing from your bed as you look to the door in confusion. Not even a few seconds later, Vi barges into your room, looking absolutely livid and breathing heavily as she stands in the doorway staring at the floor.

You've half a mind to tease her - it's not uncommon for Vi to be heavy-handed with the doors in the midst of a bad mood, and she would poke fun at you just the same, but as you watch her you think better of it and bite your tongue. You see her breathing stutter in the deep heaving of her chest, and you can see that her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. You stand from the bed and walk over to the girl and tentatively reach out to place your hands on her elbows as you bow your head and look at her face.

"Hey, Vi... What happened? What's wrong?"

"Just-..." Vi's voice cracks before she clears her throat and tries to speak again, body tense under your hold as she closes her eyes and takes a steadying breath, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, ok, that's fine... Come on, come here,"

Vi is clearly weaker to your gentle coaxing than she'd like to admit, moving closer to you and burying her face in your shoulder, though you can still feel that she's reluctant to truly give in. You wrap your arms around her waist and guide her closer to you, feeling Vi's shoulders shake with a silent sob. You press your face to her temple and move one of your hands up to rub Vi's back in a slow, soothing gesture as she begins to speak again. Her voice is weak and muffled against your shoulder.

"Fuckin'... Alice and her stupid-" She chokes out another sob, louder this time as she finally slumps against your frame and grips the back of your shirt like a lifeline. You hold her tighter and carefully back up to sit on your bed and hold Vi in your lap. She curls into you as frustrated, angry sobs wrack her body, and her hands come up to pull at her own hair. "She's taken my shit again, and she lied to my face about it, I just- I can't fuckin' deal with it,"

"Oh God... I'm so sorry, Vi," You keep your voice soft as you whisper to the girl in your lap, giving her a gentle squeeze as you kiss her temple without thinking much of it. Vi notices the gesture more than you do - you miss the way her face heats up and how she holds you tighter as you move to untangle her hands from her hair and go back to talking, "I know it's awful - we won't be living with her next year... We'll get a place of our own, invite some friends to live in the house with us and not Alice, and it won't happen anymore,"

"Y-yeah, but it's-... it's happening now, that's the problem,"

"Yeah..." You sigh and nod, "... We can get some of those hotel room locks, can't we? Stick 'em on our doors when we're away,"

Vi can only offer a quiet grunt and a nod in response, staying pressed close to you as her sobs gradually begin to grow fewer and farther between. She seems to settle as she's reduced to little more than occasional sniffles and hiccuping breaths, and you continue to rub her back and rest your head against hers. You lean back to lie flat on the bed, keeping Vi on top of you and sighing as you pull the covers of your bed over the two of you.

"... Why don't you stay in here for tonight?"

"Mmh... Sounds like a plan..." She nods and shifts to get comfortable in the new position, pressing her face against the soft skin of your neck. You smile at the feeling of Vi's soft breaths against your skin and close your eyes, smiling to yourself as her breathing slows and she relaxes on top of you.

It was surprising to see Vi like this - of course, you'd seen her lose her temper and get angry. That was just how she was, but she never struck you as the crying out of anger type, although you supposed it made sense that Vi would truly hit the roof at some point or another given how infuriating your flatmate was. You'd been going back and forth on the idea of reporting her for a while, initially figuring it wasn't worth the hassle as you assumed you were the only one who was truly bothered by the issue. Seeing that it actually wasn't just you made it feel a little more worthwhile to say something.

As the familiar silence falls over the room like a blanket, you lift your book again and go back to reading. Not long after picking up where you had left off - maybe a few pages, the sound of the paper rustling filling the silence of the room - you hear Vi speak up and feel her shift to look up at your face. You don't look down at her, not wanting to lose your place.

"... Can you read aloud?"

"Sure. Want me to start the chapter over?"

"Nah, just-... just keep going from where you are," Vi turns her head to bury her face in your shoulder again, muffling her words. Still, you get the message and begin to narrate for her.

As you read, you feel Vi's body relax against yours as she melts into you, and you savour the way she fits against you so perfectly. Her breathing slows and evens out, the warmth of every breath fanning over your skin making you smile as one hand holds your book while the other rubs Vi's back in firm circles. You assumed Vi had fallen asleep and felt soothed by your reading and remained that way for the better part of an hour and a half before you feel the gentle press of lips against your shoulder.

The sensation was unexpected, and you almost thought you'd imagined it, pausing your reading and looking down at Vi just to be sure you'd really felt it. Vi avoided your gaze, seemingly staring off into space as she kept her face pressed to your shoulder. She looked... shy, for lack of a better word. Embarrassed, maybe - like she was waiting to be scolded, or expecting you to be offended and kick her out. Again, it's out of character for her, and you mostly just chalk it up to the stress getting the better of her. You smile and press another tender kiss to her hairline, hoping it's effective in reassuring and comforting the woman as you go back to reading.

You can tell her breathing hitched by the stutter of her chest against your own, and after a few moments, you feel her slide a hand up to cup your cheek. You look down and are met with an almost pleading expression. You have to bite back a laugh as a small grin crosses your face - this tall, muscular, generally intimidating woman was looking at you like a puppy begging for table scraps. You manage to avoid making her feel embarrassed for the way she's looking at you, keeping your laughter at bay and giving her a soft smile while you move your hand from her back to cradle the back of her head.

"Hi there,"

"Hi..." Vi's response is barely audible, as though if she spoke louder than a mumble, the moment would shatter like a sheet of ice under a hammer. You watch her tilt her head up slightly, trying to coax you into closing the space between the two of you while you watch her expression with a look of adoration.

Of course, you cave - how could you not? Having someone who was usually so bold and tough basically melt into a puddle, softened and satisfied by the smallest bit of affection, it felt cruel to deny her. You lean down and press a tender kiss to her lips, feeling her lean into the touch and return the kiss with a relieved sigh. Your lips move together for a few moments before the kiss breaks, and Vi is quick to press her face into your chest again straight after as she allows her eyes to slip closed. Her thumb brushes over your cheek a few times while your fingers massage her scalp, and you enjoy the silence for a while until she speaks up;

"Keep readin'..."

You can't stop the laughter then, tossing your head back against the pillow as you laugh at the grumbled demand. You roll your eyes and shake your head, lifting up your book again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it..."

[feelin-lo]

go on... Treat yourself... Write about you and Viktor... You know you want to...

Fuck you.

Of course I'm gonna write about my sickly baby.

Augmentations.

Lo (my Oc) X Viktor (From Arcane/ LoL.)

🎵Smarty - Lana Del Rey.

"Sir! I came as soon as I found out! Your prognosis..."

His eyes were sad, devoid of life... His name, was Lo. A Zaunite. He used to be a Prisoner in Stillwater Prison. Why he was there? Classified. But, when things with Zaun started to get hot, Jayce had made a call. They needed a bodyguard, first, a Hexgem is stolen on Progress day, who knows what could happen next? So, one note to the wardens and a random prisoner was chosen and it happened to be Lo.

Lo was a bodyguard for the whole council when they were in the building. Outside the main building, it was the work of the Enforcers. Now? The only ones in the building... besides the cleaners... was Lo and Viktor.

Lo approached Viktor's desk, seeing him hunched over, as usual.

"Life is often cruel, Lo." Viktor said, not even bothering to turn to the bodyguard. To Viktor, Lo was just another worker, no significance besides the place in which he was born. When Jayce mentioned Lo would be coming to work, Viktor was all for it, the rest of the council? Not so much. Viktor wasn't a member of the council, his word only mattered in the world of Hex-Tech, nothing more. The council precieved that Lo would be a problem. For the reason he was sent to Sillwater in the firstplace.

"I'm aware of that... Hey, I know I'm just a bodyguard but... do you need anything? Water, painkillers, a blanket or even a pillow for your back?" Lo's voice was soft, not really befitting a convict. But... Lo had been here for nearly 2 months now. Viktor had grown used to his presence. "I'm not sure that's in your job description." Viktor responded in a slightly joking tone. Lo smiled at that.

"maybe not... but, if it helps you, I'm happy doing so. Hey, Im a bodyguard, I guard the body, so, pathogens count." He beamed. Viktor chuckled softly, coughing into the back of his hand. Lo knelt by him and gently cleaned the phlegm from Viktor's hand. "gloves?" Viktor raised an eyebrow.

"ah, Councillor Medarda suggested it since... I have some rather intimidating things on me." He sighed.

"Like?" Viktor was intrigued. It helped take his mind off of work, even if for 5 minutes. "Oh, well... Cybernetic augmentations are quite popular in Zaun ... Especially when I was put away. I had an accident and was kitted with some." He chuckled. "Accident?" Viktor pressed. "It's a long story ... It's also the reason why I was put away."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, turning his spinny stool to meet him.

"Lo... You've done a commendable job so far, but I must admit, I wasn't given details on you, or your past. And the fact, and I mean no offence, the fact they employed a convict to protect me, makes me question someone's integrity."

He said simply.

"Look, I just... I was poor, okay? And one of the only jobs going was espionage. And that, is a crime. During that time, I had some ... Let's say handsy clients, some violent ones... and I needed augments. I'm not proud of it, but I needed the money. I was put away while I was still healing from my augments."

Lo sighed, taking off the gloves and showing off the shabby yet intricate designs that his augmented hands were.

"They're inflamed."

Viktor noticed.

"Allergies. I just use some special creams on them to help the inflammation."

Lo smiled softly, standing up and walking to the water cooler in the hallway, coming back with a cup. "Here, have a drink, you need it, okay?" He said softly.

Viktor sighed again, gently taking the cup.

"I suppose it's a good thing, that you used to dabble in espionage, means you're even better suited for this position. And... We hail from the same place, both... Damaged in a certain way."

"My augments don't unsettle you?"

"Of course not. In fact, may I tinker with them? Maybe it could be the next step in hextech. Hextech Prosthetics, Jayce and I want to give hextech to the people, and what better way than the medical industry?"

Lo smiled.

"Whatever you want, Sir. I'm here to help, I'm here to protect you. Your happiness counts."

[lillie-and-stuff]

When the fic lowkey be hitting so you nonchalantly start planning a cover and chapter illustrations that no one will ever see instead of just writing the next chapter

relatable?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60546238

[strwberri-pup]

Chapter 1: A rude awakening

The esteemed Kiramman family, known for their trading knowledge, was in turmoil—and their eldest and only daughter, Caitlyn, Chief of the Enforcers, was getting a rude awakening.

"An arranged marriage?!" I yelled. "This is stupid, blasphemous, discombobulating! I'm not getting married—not now, not ever!" I screamed.

"Caitlyn Kiramman! This isn't about what you want—it's about what the marriage can bring to Piltover, to us! It's not your decision to make!" Mother hissed back.

"Whatever. It's never about what I want or need, but always about what the city 'needs,' or what this family 'needs.' But never my needs!" I ranted.

I turned around and stormed toward my room.

"Caitlyn!" Mother called out. "After this hissy fit is over, please get ready for tonight's dinner," she added.

I scoffed and continued walking. My room—my one place of somewhat peace.

I opened the door and was met with a sight one might call... uncanny.

"Well, Chief, looks like you're not off the clock," I muttered to myself.

Crime, for some reason, is at an all-time high in Piltover. I've been nonstop researching and digging through case files, trying to find any clue as to why this is happening—but right now, I'm stuck. Clueless.

[kajilychnis]

*I took shelter in a room after an argument with Bellroc.*

Bellroc: Come on, open the door, you cannot hide forever!

Kaji: No!

*Skrael is completely fed up with the argument and to end it he opens the door with his magic.*

Bellroc : *turns to glare at Skrael.*

Skrael: What?? You're making too much of a fuss for nothing, you could clearly teleport into the room…

Bellroc: Yes. But I wanted her to-

Kaji: It's for the scenario, idiot, let's start again.

Skrael: The what now-??

(Dedication to character ai when Bellroc can very well enter the room and destroy me but they doesn't do it and it's Skrael who did it for them.)

[hanar-wearing-a-sweater]

I accidentally the whole fanfic

In the past 3 days, I've written over 20k of nothing but Silco/OC fanfic. Yesterday I was away from my computer, but the shipping gods took physical control of my body and I ended up writing 10,380 words BY HAND this terrible man will be the death of me

[silcoitus]

I love all your fics sm, could you possibly write reader comforting silco after his lil breakdown in s1ep6?

ngl i feel like I'm Silco in this one and I need a reader to fix me

Because this is a request, I am posting the full text. In one month, it will be converted to an AO3 link, so read it here now while you still can!

Broken

Masterlist | AO3 link

Rating: Mature

Tags: Silco x gn!reader; angst; hurt/comfort; emotional hurt/comfort; established relationship

Word count: 1.1k

Betas: @medic-simp @juniper-sunny

He told you not to come with him. To stay behind in case Jinx returned. 

You didn't like what you were seeing—the way he was starting to unravel at the ends, his perfectly manicured facade crumbling with each hour his daughter was missing. You had this feeling in your gut that it was all about to go sideways, that something awful was going to happen.

But you couldn't stop him.

So you stayed in his office, sitting in his chair and staring out the large circular window. Watching his figure striding with purpose on the streets below to disappear from your view.

Read the rest on AO3

Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @constantfragmentation @ariaud @jennrosefx @steponmesilco @leave-me-alone-silco @whatisafandom @violet-19999 @juicboxd @you-never-talk @noposwe @toripandashady @sirenofzaun @22carolina08 @roxnpens @commanderblood @medic-simp @cthezaunite @verdant-onyx @ursawastricked @artwithvivien @edlix @lackofhonor @spoczkot @witchypandamonium @lotus-99 @robin-the-enby @blissfulip @all-that-we-hope-to-be @zaunite-leo @silvia-elaine-hestia @nyx2021 @cccandynecklaces @another-batkid @toogaytofunctiondangit @rinkatai @mollymauksboi @pinklunarprincess | @mutedwordz @fly-like-egyptian-musk @jennithejester @witheringblooddemon @ladymer @redlovett

[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 4

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter ??

“You think you can recreate the anomaly with these?” Heimerdinger says while he inspects the leftover pieces of hextech crystals.

“That’s the theory.”

“Inconceivable”

“So you’d help us?” you ask Heimerdinger while chewing on your food.

“I meant that quite literally, I don’t believe this can be done.”

Ekko scoots forward in his seat and looks at Powder.

Powder sees him in her peripheral vision and also looks back at him.

Ekko smiles at her.

She looks away angrily.

Ekko’s left alone with disappointment painted on his face.

“Tampering with the arcane never ends well, lad.”

“Is there a way for us to make this work?” you pointed with your fork at the bits of hextech crystals.

“Let’s.. do more attempts later, when Ekko finally apologizes to Miss Powder.” Heimerdinger jokes and taps Ekko lightly. Ekko looks at him with a horrified face.

“H-how’d you know?” Ekko stops moving and questions Heimerdinger.

“I know the look of a wasted lad,” Heimerdinger said with a wink and looked more into the crystals.

You laugh and hit Ekko lightly on his shoulder, “Now, what did you do?” you ask Ekko, emphasizing the last word. You eat the last piece of your food and drink the whole cup of water.

“Pissed her off.” Ekko looks down and plays with the cup in his hand.

“Sheesh pissed mine off too,” you say sarcastically.

“Vi’s dead.” Ekko states dreadfully.

You are curious about Vi in this universe, but you never expected a bombshell of a news about her.

“WHAT?” you ask loudly, you grab the attention of the other customers and you apologize to them.

You lower your voice to a whisper and you ask Ekko again, “How?”

“I thought Ji— Powder killed Vi, but it’s all because of the tip I gave them.” you nod your head slowly while listening to Ekko.

“The explosion, remember that?”

“Oh, the apartment at Topside? Yeah, I remember that. Vi died because of the explosion?”

“Yeah, that.”

You hum quietly while nodding slowly, the mood immediately shifted when Vi’s death was mentioned on the table. But Ekko breaks the shift in mood.

“Well, how about you?”

“Me?”

“You said you pissed off Sevika, why?”

You ‘tsk’ and look away in a different direction. “It’s too embarrassing to share.” you cross your arms while trying to look unbothered.

“Just spit it out.”

You put your hands on the table, finally explaining, “Okay, well— uh, she asked me to fix her stove ’cause.. apparently I’m the only one who knows the way around it. But I don’t know how to fix shit.”

“And?”

“I— came up with dumb excuses...”

“And?”

“Ugh, my excuses pissed her off!”

You see Ekko and Heimerdinger holding themselves back from laughing. You roll back your eyes and scoff.

“You can laugh.”

They finally let out the laughs they were holding in. “And you laughed when Powder didn’t smile back at me? This is more terrible!” Ekko laughs hysterically and slaps his legs while doing so.

You were about to roll your eyes back again when someone entered the bar.

It’s Sevika

You fix your posture and face your back towards Sevika’s direction. Ekko and Heimerdinger notice the sudden change in your demeanor, they give you a concerned look.

Sevika approaches the bar front and engages in a conversation with Powder.

“What’s she doing?” you ask Ekko discreetly.

“She’s talking to Powder..?”

“Okay good enough.” You face Sevika’s direction just for you to see that she’s already looking at you. It caught you off guard and you returned to your position earlier.

“Just apologize, lad” Heimerdinger suggests.

“I wish it was that easy, ugh!” you leaned on the table way too hard, causing your forehead to hit the wooden table. It creates a noise and almost everyone in the bar looks at the direction of the noise, but they turn back, minding their own business.

“Ouch..” you whine silently while touching your forehead, you bring out a mirror from your bag and you inspect your forehead.

“I’d love to help, but I’m afraid it’d be too impossible.” Heimerdinger puts down the crystals and removes his glasses, he uses the fabric of his clothes to wipe off any specks of dust on it.

You snort, “That’s what I told Sevika before pissing her off!” you chuckle and hit Ekko lightly using your elbows.

“The risk is far too great.”

“You said I was your pupil, I need a professor.” Ekko dismisses Heimerdinger’s conclusion.

“Better yet— a partner.” Ekko smiles at Heimerdinger, giving him a persuasive look.

Heimerdinger seems to give in to Ekko’s words. He sighs before speaking, “Oh, blast nozzles. How could I forsake a brilliant lad in need?” Heimerdinger smiles back at Ekko.

“So, let’s start?” you put back the mirror in your bag and you turn your face towards the two.

You sigh when both of them nod to your question. You don’t know anything about building and technology— and that’s what you’re about to do.

The two seemed to notice the expression on your face. “Is there something that you’re not telling us, my dear?” Heimerdinger asks while going up to you.

“I-I don’t think I’d be a great help at recreating the anomaly..”

Ekko turns to look at you and his eyebrows furrow, “Well, the person I am in this place might be one of the greatest inventors of all time, but there’s no way I’m also good at that.”

“It’s like, we’re the same person but different.” you touch the back of your neck while explaining to the two of them. “After all, that is the reason why I’m not with Sevika.”

“Hey, we’re in this together.” Ekko pats your shoulder, and you smile softly at the act. “There is no way we’re gonna pull this off without you, ever since you became a firelight, you also became a family to me, to us.” Ekko points at himself and Heimerdinger.

You can’t help but smile at what Ekko said, it warms your heart.

“Very well my boy.” Heimerdinger got on his feet and picked up the container with crystals inside. “Let’s get right into it!” Heimerdinger exclaims with excitement.

You and Ekko give each other a nod of agreement, the two of you are about to gather yourselves up— until Heimerdinger stops the both of you.

“I think the two of you should start by apologizing to Miss Powder and Miss Sevika, my lads.” you pause at what Heimerdinger said.

“I already have something prepared for her,” Ekko says, referring to Powder.

“I don’t have any.” you look down at the ground with a frown on your face.

“Just say you’re sorry and never mention that you aren’t from this universe!” Heimerdinger lifted his index finger upon his suggestion to you.

“I’ll try Professor, but no promises.”

“We do need a place to recreate the anomaly.” he turns to Ekko, he’s probably referring to Powder’s place.

“And another set of hands to help us with the materials.” he then turns to you, referring to Sevika’s help.

—

You sigh before leaving the bar. The other two went in different directions, they insisted that you should apologize to Sevika before joining them. Ekko already has something for Powder, but you? You have nothing to give Sevika.

Though it isn’t totally required to bring anything to her, it’d be too rude if you show up empty-handed.

—

You stroll around the Underground and Piltover for a while, and you walk up unintentionally at a recognizable place. That’s where you find yourself standing up in the middle of the shipping docks.

You have no memories of getting here, but you look around, it’s not like they’re not allowing you to go here. As long as you don’t touch or steal anything.

You walk up to a familiar spot at the docks and stand there. You tilt your head, trying to recall something in your mind.

And that’s when you realize that you’re standing at the exact spot where Sevika found out you’re a firelight.

An image of her face pops up in your mind.

You remember her face vividly.

Your surroundings change, the blue sky going orange. The colors slowly turn down.

The smoke surrounding you and Sevika from the fire going down. Fire cracking is the only sound that fills up the area.

You were interrupted when a man bumped into you.

You jump back to reality when you turn to see the person who bumped into you, he apologizes and flees away. You also apologize to the man, saying sorry under your breath.

The man slightly moved you from where you were standing a few seconds ago. You bite your bottom lip and walk away from the area, without looking back.

It still hurts.

—

It took you an hour before finally finding Sevika. You found her in her home. How did you know she was in there? Not that you were following her, it’s because Sevika’s shoes are outside of her home.

And she never wears her outside shoes inside.

You sigh before contemplating if you should actually knock. Your hands are beginning to sweat and Sevika’s probable reactions fill your mind.

‘What if she closes the door on me before I could even speak?’

‘What if she doesn’t even open the door?’

‘What if she—

“Are you just gonna stand there and do nothing?” the door opens, almost hitting your face.

You jump back, almost stumbling. “Y-You scared me!” you say to her almost breathless.

“You’re the one who’s scared?” Sevika exclaims.

“Well, I.. uh.”

“Well?” Sevika leans on the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. You hate to admit it but she looks attractive, especially when she does that. But you remember the reason why you’re standing in front of her looking like an idiot.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for.. being a jerk and I lied about forgetting how to fix your stove..” you look down on the ground, shame is slowly eating you alive whenever you try to follow up your words. You're fidgeting with the strap of your bag while thinking of what to say next.

Just apologize to her, and don’t mention that you’re actually not from here.

“I—”

“It’s alright.”

“What?”

“Any complaints?”

“Uh, no?”

“So why did you come to me, do you need any help?” your eyes shoot up when Sevika unintentionally guesses the reason why you are here. “Because I wanted to say sorry, and that..?” you chuckle under your breath. Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing.

“With what exactly? I need a clear and brief description.” Sevika moves slightly towards you, there’s still a good amount of distance between you two, but it isn’t enough to hide your cheeks flushing.

‘Is she teasing me now?’

“With.. another project, I’m working with Ekko and Professor Heimerdinger this time.” Sevika slightly tilts her head and she positions her hand under her chin.

“It’s a really cool project! We just need help with the materials..”

“Mhm, I’ll think about it.” Sevika nods her head while tapping her chin.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

That was quick.

You jump out of joy while squealing. “Thank you so much!” your excitement causes you to almost hug Sevika, you immediately put your arms behind you and smile at her awkwardly.

“But what about your stove?” you suddenly remember the reason why you and Sevika aren’t on good terms, that fucking stove. “Oh, Powder fixed it for me. I owe her a lot, y’know?” she leans even closer as she speaks.

“Oh? I mean at least it’s fixed now. But what about your arm, does it hurt?” you point at Sevika’s left forearm, which is still covered with bandages. “This? It’ll be a day or two and this thing will disappear, and no. Doesn’t hurt at all.”

Both you and Sevika stood in silence after that. It took you a few minutes (thinking of what to say) before finally speaking to her.

“So, we’re even?” you scratch the back of your head when you ask her. Sevika chuckles, “Would I help with your project if we aren’t?” she asks sarcastically.

“Eh..”

“No?”

“Exactly.”

sorry for leaving everyone hanging 😭 i’ve been busy these past few days since school is about to start next week, i’ll finish this before school starts. (this fic will be 5-6 chapters long!) It’s pretty hard having to insert yourself into an already established story. 😞

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated : 3

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Emergency Open Commissions!

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Prices will be $10 for every 500 words, but I may go over the word limit free of charge if I feel that the story needs some extra room.

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[sorumber]

Devotion

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You noticed, for the first time, that your so-called devotion bordered on the obsessive. Your own wills were erased in an instant in favor of Silco's demands. At the very least, you should be deeply worried. Still, your glee felt weirdly in place.

Tags: Angst, Silco being kind of a dick, Power Dynamics, Smut

Warnings: A bit of degradation & rough treatment

This was posted on AO3, I edited it and decided to post here too, it's something I intend to do that with all my fics.

No description of body parts but there's a "good girl" along the way

No use of y/n

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This was a classic night: the muffled music that played incessantly, the feeling of constant  muffled heat that only that corridor seemed to possess, and you, in silence, thinking about all the decisions that had brought you to that moment.

Even without any good conclusions, there you were, next to Silco's office door, waiting almost impatiently for him to end the conversation he was currently having with his daughter.

You had already learned from previous situations to not be near him when Jinx was around. While the man might have some fondness for you, the girl couldn't despise you any more, even if she tried. 

Her disaffection was something you and Sevika shared.

The bodyguard was the very same person who was smoking across the hall, sitting in a beat-up chair and occasionally blowing the thick smoke with a heavy smell that was almost familiar enough to be comforting. Even though you've been waiting for a while, you two hadn't exchanged a word other than greetings. The silence wasn't uncomfortable and you knew it wouldn’t change a thing if it was.

Besides, you doubted that she had any matters to discuss with you, who were like a small animal kept around only for the luxury of Silco, who seemed interested in having a pretty young thing in reach.

Still, the idea of trying to break out of his constant grasp was surreal. You doubted he'd stop you and just the thought alone of not being in demand anymore made your stomach churn.

Your spiraling was cut short by the bang of the door being thrown open. You made sure to avoid the blue haired girl's eyes since they always seemed to sparkle with insanity and you didn't want to piss her off. She was very much like a time bomb waiting to explode and you would hate to be in the blast radius when it happened - because it wasn't a question of if, but when. Of course, you never expressed your opinion of her to Silco and he never showed any interest in knowing it.

Even though you knew the conversation must have taken a more serious tone by the way she left without taunting you or Sevika, your head only lifted when you couldn't hear her hurried footsteps anymore.

After a few moments, Silco's voice called you and your hallway colleague into the office.

He cut a cigar before speaking. For Sevika, a simple and direct order: no interruptions, no visitors. The only exception to that, of course, would be Jinx, but something in the man's tone implied that she wouldn't be back anytime soon.

For you, words that would sound confusing to the naive: keep him company.

As one of the top authority figures in the Undercity, Silco was rarely alone - whether it was Sevika, any of the other bar staff, or the chem-barons who seemed to be around more and more often these days, it was nearly impossible to see the man unaccompanied. That phrase had a more intimate meaning.

With a simple nod, the bodyguard was gone, closing the door gently behind her as she left. The low click of the lock was your signal to approach the man cautiously, despite not knowing exactly what he needed.

"Do you want a massage, sir?" You suggested, stopping in front of the table full of papers and with the emblematic scribbled ashtray. It was hard to pretend that there was anything there that deserved your attention more than the man in front of you, who let his eyes run over your form, drinking in every inch of skin exposed by your provocative clothes.

You saw him close his eyes before exhaling a cloud of white smoke that slowly dissipated into the air, curling and disappearing in an accidental spectacle. The complex scent told you how absurdly expensive it must be, hints of a woodsy odor that you knew few people in Zaum would have the pleasure of enjoying.

While nothing in the atmosphere was particularly threatening, Silco's presence seemed to make the air heavier, as if your very breathing was being restricted. That was just one of the many effects that the most powerful man in the Undercity caused: you had the constant impression that you'd get drunk from the authority he practically exuded.

He took one more drag before abandoning the cigar in the ashtray and getting up, walking around the table with slow steps, like he had all the time in the world.

Just knowing he was approaching made the hairs on your nape stand up.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped in front of you, leisurely sliding an arm around your waist while resting his other hand around your neck. The grip was firm, not enough to be suffocating, but enough to remind you of the most basic premissive of your dynamic: you belonged to him.

Being used with this development, you relaxed against his body, breathing in the masculine cologne with devotion. He nuzzled your neck slowly, and only then he met your eyes, and you noticed that was the first time he did it since you'd entered the room. Your shivers of anticipation didn't go unnoticed.

A few moments passed with your senses stimulated only by the warmth of his calloused hands and the way he watched you silently, analyzing, studying, finding only perfection in your docile and eager state. Sometimes you suspected he could hear, or maybe even feel, your heart beating almost violently in your chest.

"On your knees."

The emotionless order was processed instantly.

Without hesitation, you knelt down, keeping your head up to meet his indifferent gaze. You just heard the soft rustle of his belt being undone before you felt one of his hands stroking your hair affectionately. The moment might have been tender if it weren't for the nearly flaccid cock only inches from your face.

Without receiving any further instructions, you began to suck the length carefully, knowing that you wouldn't receive any change of expression or grunt as a sign of approval.

In fact, you rarely could tell if you were doing a good job or not.

After some effort, it finally became rigid - the amount of time this took varied from day to day. You knew that your enthusiasm didn't always translate as him being invested as well.

You took a few moments to appreciate the color and size, features that had already been fondly memorized. So you resumed your previous actions, going back to working with your mouth, feeling the hand that previously just rested on the top of your head grip your hair firmly. That was another silent order.

Without waiting, you tucked as much of the length into your mouth as you could, the effort resulting in your nose brushing the grayish pubic hair and in the newly pressure applied to your throat.

Silco's mercy was expressed in the time he gave you to get used to the uncomfortable feeling.

When your head was pulled back slightly, you began sucking in a slow rhythm, busy trying to not grind your teeth while also fighting the intoxicating sensation that awakened in your body. Almost instantly, Silco dug his fingers hard into your locks, forcing you to keep up with the relentless rhythm.

Even when you forgot to breathe through your nose and the access to oxygen was briefly cut off, your body didn't try to fight back. You knew you were at his complete disposal, even if it meant absolute discomfort. Your arms held the man's legs in a simple attempt to support you and not even for a second you tried to move away, even with your breath becoming increasingly scarce.

For a moment, your eyes managed to focus on something in the midst of the chaos: Silco's eyes, so devoid of emotion they could be mistaken for a painting, the notion that he was watching you from above sent a shiver down your spine. With that, your vision quickly became blurred by tears that welled up from the exertion. You were suffocating.

Then a sigh. A sound so, so low that it might not have happened at all.

And just the promise of a reaction was enough to remind you to breathe through your nostrils, the air making your lungs burn.

It wasn't until you calmed down enough that you were able to process the arousal that seemed to ignite your body. You were so busy satisfying the industrialist that you hadn't noticed your own moans being muffled by his length, which was still moving in and out of your mouth at a vicious pace. You had been demoted to a toy, something useful to achieve a goal, which in this case was Silco's pleasure: not even your movements, or lack of, belonged to you.

You were pliant and eager to please, reduced to a desperate, tear-eyed little thing.

With no warning your hair was pulled again, an obscene sound echoed as he pulled out of your mouth. Panting, but not daring to cough, you turned your eyes to the face of the man, who was still watching, completely transfixed in you.

This time, though, you thought you saw a sliver of satisfaction in his elegant facial features.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a warm sensation that gushed down your cheek, hi cum carelessly painting your face. Turning your attention to the slimy substance, you scooped up what your tongue couldn't reach with your fingers, swallowing until the very last drop.

Feeling the cold wind from the office beating against your skin, you knew that you were red, flushed, eyes still watery - and you wouldn't do a thing about it if Silco didn't want you to.

You knew instantly that it wasn't going to go any further for the way he easily composed himself, adjusting his belt with deft movements.

Still on your knees, you watched him silently, waiting for the next order. Instead, you received a firm hand caressing your face carefully. Almost softly.

He didn't kneel down, but came close enough so that you could feel his breath on your face. Sighing, you stared at him, knowing that holding his gaze after another session should be commonplace, and yet you struggled. It was like staring into the abyss, ashamed that you desperately wanted it to stare back.

The motley pair of eyes held you in a trance. In moments like that, it was as if he offered the most precious thing in the world to you and you alone: his attention. Pure and whole, not shared with anything or anyone else. It was you and Silco, trapped in an ephemeral eternity.

You've already watched the features from so many different angles that you shouldn't be surprised by the elegance the serious face carried. Strangely, you thought the eye with the black sclera, even with the glaring scars that surrounded it, was kinder than his pale blue eye.

At that moment, the fascination only made obvious what you already knew: he could ask you for anything, and no matter how absurd the request, you'd gladly oblige. The only thing you would dare ask for in return was his gaze focusing exclusively on you.

That realization made something click in your mind, as if you'd unraveled an age-old mystery and a new shiver ran down your spine.

This time, though, not out of excitement.

Silco noticed your quick change of expression, humming as he let his fingertips glide over your skin.

"Are you afraid?"

He must have thought it had something to do with the scars. Quickly, you covered his hands with yours, smiling sincerely as you spoke slowly.

"No, of course not. I could never be afraid of you."

He didn't bother to hide his curious expression. "And what else could you be afraid of, darling?"

The nickname made you blush. He had called you affectionately on a few occasions before, but never this close, when your face was in full view.

"...of how you make me feel."

Your sudden sincerity was the result of the vulnerable atmosphere that reigned in the office. He pondered what you said for a moment but didn't seem particularly displeased with your words.

"Darling, fear is just a mechanism of self preservation. Perhaps you should be afraid."

His eyes, which had wandered over your face carefully, returned to your own gaze. That was a subtle way of warning you again of boundaries you shouldn't cross. The reason didn't matter. 

"...yeah, maybe." Your half statement sounded uncertain, a sign of reluctance in agreeing with him.

Slowly, he took his hands away from your face, only to carelessly stroke your hair, further ruffling the strands that were already in disarray from your earlier activities.

"Good girl."

The words, along with how you were being petted like a dog, could be demeaning. In reality, you suspected that they should cause you some kind of discomfort rather than the feeling of pure pride that rose in your chest.

Perhaps you were really some kind of pet. It didn't scare you. The most disconcerting thing about the whole ordeal was that you were happy to be his, in any way that might be. Obedient, devoted and loyal, as the best pets tend to be and you would always be the best for your boss.

You searched desperately for any degree of repulsion or revolt in your mind - only to realize that you weren't dissatisfied at all with the situation.

The fear from before was accentuated. You were fully and completely at the mercy of the Eye of Zaun.

You couldn't be happier.