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teastyun · 5 months ago

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༻ pound town

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

a/n: i'm going to war (exam phase is about to start), therefore i must make haste (my hiatus starts again). also, i got a new job so i'm not sure when my hiatus will end :(

pt. 1 ; masterlist

grabbing the broom from the back of your mechanics shop, you start you usual closing routine as the streets of Zaun more active as the day ends. growing up in Zaun, you appreciate the livelihood of the people, but grew wary of the criminality rising abruptly at the end of each day. enforcers started to patrol the quiet streets of Zaun and hang up missing posters of Jinx, who you've been visited by for several occasions over the last few months for tech equipment she required. you grew fond of the girl and would occasionally even slip a few extra pieces, and she would thank you proudly by telling you about her latest new technological improvements.

one time, she told you about a prosthesis as her newest invention. Sevika immediately came to your mind and the way she held your cheek the last and first time you saw her. or the way her bionic arm held your hips so strongly as you rode her strap. shit, you really are down bad for this woman who doesn't even know your name.

as several months gone by since then, you managed to gather your savings and invest it into your shop for new techs and products to sell. you were finally able to call your shop your full time job and scrap your shifts at the brothel completely. Sevika didn't only save your shop, but she saved you from drowning in exhaustion as the only thing you ever did was work day and night.

you hoped to see her again, but your hope was slowly scarped as each month passed by.

after sweeping the last corner of your shop, you only had to rearrange your products before you could finally leave to go home. as you tidied the screws collection, the door to your shop opened audibly by your crystals dangling from the person entering.

"we're closed-" you start, but stop as you see the person at the entrance.

there she was, standing in her usual cloak and a hood that hid her face, but you recognised her nonetheless. she took her hood off with a smile as she looked at you. "good to see you again."

suddenly, you felt naked again. although she knew your identity (prolly even the whole time), the mask would hide your facial expressions and reactions. now, you are standing there with a shocked impression written on your face, unsure of how to react to the person that is the reason for your shop to still be alive.

"i see you created something out of this shop since the last time I've seen you," she speaks with a soft smile on her lips as she takes a look around in your shop. "thank you. you were actually a huge help last time we've seen each other," you respond, your hands linked together behind your back as you turn to look around your shop.

honestly, your shop is quite shady from outside with its half-broken broken neon sign spelling the name mechs n' treasures. but once you enter, you quickly realise that it's a one man's business by it's intricate appearance. it has so much personality now that you have as much time as you'd like to spent in it, decorating it with your favourite things you've collected over the years that weren't too precious to be displayed in your small flat above your shop. a few colourful crystals dangle around your entrance and the door to your flat, reflecting the neon lights from the streets of Zaun onto the mechanic pieces you sell. tidiness is your top priority, since it's hard to keep such an old shop neat and clean. you love your old and shady, but precious personal shop and wouldn't wish it to be any different. business seemed to be booming recently, too. you had no idea why, but Zaun is a quick and fast learning city with its advantages and disadvantages, resulting in people visiting your shop to buy the pieces they require for their newest project.

now, Sevika is standing in the centre of your shop, taking one of the mechanical pieces into her hands and looking at it in detail.

"can i help you with something?" you ask, looking at her with curiosity. after she puts the mechanic piece back into its tray, she says "I was hoping you could me out with this."

she reveals her bionic arm, where you see the its shimmer capsules completely shattered. surprised, you walk towards her and take her bionic arm into her hand to have a closer look. you inhale her smoky scent and suddenly were confronted with a vivid memory of the first night you guys met at the brothel, as you sat in her lap writhing under her touch. focus. you twisted a few pieces to inspect the reachability of the broken capsules. "I assume you won't be able to take it off?" you ask her, your eyes still fixed on an odd piece you've found.

she shakes her head, "it would be a hazard trying to put it on afterwards. do you think you'll still manage to repair, though?"

after twisting the last few pieces for inspection, you leave her arm. "shouldn't be no issue," you take a look at your wristwatch and notice how late it already is. a few extra minutes won't hurt, you decide.

you nod towards the counter, "take a seat, i'll be right with you."

entering the back of your shop and take a big breath. fuck, this intimidating woman still effects you after several months. at this point, you were sure you even forgot about her.

you grab your toolbox and head to Sevika, who is waiting for you behind your counter on a chair. her cloak is thrown over your register's desk, revealing a similar outfit you saw at the brothel. only now you realise how muscular this woman actually is. her arm is almost fully exposed by her sleeveless top and a choker around her neck makes you shake off your dirty thoughts.

you place the toolbox on the counter before you take a seat next to it. Sevika watches every move of yours, making you even more nervous than you already are.

grabbing your first tool, you lay her arm in you lap and start unscrewing the plates that cover the isolation of the shimmer capsules. her arm felt heavy, but oddly warm in your lap for the fact that it's broken. you remember how the same arm pinned you down on her strap a few months ago.

your brain is almost about to malfunction if Sevika wouldn't have interrupted your thoughts, "so, how is your shop going?" she asks as she leans the side of her upper body on the counter. when you look down at her, she's only mere centimetres away from your face. her grey eyes digging into yours. your pussy clenches as your breathing stops at the sight of her. you quickly look away and focus on her arm again. "it's going well," you start and grab for another tool to remove the shattered pipes. "sometimes it's exhausting to handle a shop alone, but you get used to it, you know."

her eyes follow your movements on her arm while she hums as an indication for you to continue. "once, a dude i recognised from the brothel came to pick up a few things and i couldn't help but wonder what his day job is. he was a sex worker as well, so he probably even recognised me," you tell her. it's unusual for you to share thoughts and memories of your old job. you weren't ashamed of it, but you much happier spending your time in your own shop and not thinking back to your old routine.

she shifts in her seat to look up at you, "i'm glad you were able to escape that shit hole, beautiful," she says quietly, careful of the words she chooses, "do you still remember that night?"

your movements halt immediately at her questions and you felt her eyes laying heavily on you, watching every single movement. the way you took a deep breath, trying not to appear nervous around her. the mere thought of that night made you feel butterflies in your stomach and wetness in your core.

"i do," you confess. without meeting her eyes, you continue your maintenance on her bionic arm in your lap, trying to suppress the urge of jumping into her lap and kissing her senseless. "do you?" you ask in almost a whisper, unsure if you even wanted to know the answer.

when she didn't, your eyes travelled to hers in question. she seemed to be in deep thoughts as well before she asked "how couldn't i?"

her eyes finally meet yours and you recognise such sincerity and trust in them, you couldn't help the soft smile that sneaks onto your lips.

"you were the only thing on my mind in this cruel world," she continues, making you feel several things at once. "and i don't even know your name."

you chuckled and referred your eyes back to your almost finished work, concentrating on exchanging the pipes.

"so, you're not even going to tell me?" she asks amused.

"what, my name?" you act oblivious, knowing exactly what she wanted. now it was her turn to chuckle at your teasing. "you can be a pain in the ass, you know that?"

you shake your head in disbelief with a smile on your lips as you screw on the last iron plate on her arm.

"move it," you command and she obliges. she moves her joints, making the shimmer that was left in her tank fuel her new pipe, while moving it a few more times in several directions. you've never seen machinery working with shimmer so closely. you wonder how the metal felt like against your skin.

ripping you out of your trance, she stands up. right in front you, almost between your legs, which you desperately wanted to close at the sight as you felt your pussy clench.

"thank you," she looks at you, her eyes wandering from your neck down to the rest of your body. it's like she can't help herself, checking you out as you sit on her cloak next to your work instruments.

"you even look beautiful in your casual attire," she whispers as her eyes meet yours again.

"so," you wrap your index finger through her choker, "how about taking it off and see what's hidden underneath?" you cock your head before you pull her closer. your legs are opened by her thighs between them as she looks down at you, clearly surprised by your boldness. "i don't fuck nameless girls," she says in an equal tone to her low chuckle.

you take a quick look at her lips, wondering what they would feel like on yours. "didn't seem so last time we've seen each other."

your finger is still wrapped around her chocker as you grin. she didn't answer. she knows you're messing with her.

she places her arms on each of your sides, the sounds of her bionic arm moving leaving a shudder throughout your body. she's dangerously close.

"if i remember correctly, last time you've fucked yourself, princess."

shocked by her comment, your grin fades as you suddenly remember how you rode her in that brothel, eagerly chasing your orgasm as she guided you through it.

you let go of her choker and rest your hand at the back of her neck instead, caressing the soft strands of brunette hair as you try to maintain yourself.

"y/n," you whisper. Sevika's eyes widen at first, but a slight grin sets on her lips at the sound of your name.

"beautiful name, princess," she whispers back and you feel her breath on your lips with each sound she speaks.

you close your eyes as you feel her full lips grazing yours. "y/n," she whispers repeatedly. her lips finally touch yours, first cautiously but confident after a few seconds of lingering. you copy her motions and gasp when her tongue grazes your lower lip.

pressing her more firmly against yourself, you part your lips for her tongue to enter. she faintly tastes like cigarettes, but more of a harsh liquor you can't really pinpoint. your arms cling desperately around her neck, feeling her torso pressed around yours in your heated kiss. you lock her against your core with your legs around her hips, moaning as she leaves your lips to leave kisses on your neck. "you have no idea how often i thought of kissing you," she whispers before she trails down kisses to your exposed shoulder and collarbone, licking the line of it and pressing soft bites against your sweet spots.

instead of responding, you pull her up again and lock your lips together. you press your lower body against her in search of the friction you desperately seek, but with no success. her lips form into a smirk against your lips as she realises what you're seeking.

frustrated, you separate yourself from her and motion for her to step aside, so you could jump of the counter. "i have a bed upstairs," you tell her. Sevika stands there confused, but god does she look hot. her lips are glazed from your spit and her hair looks slightly tousled from your hand that clung to it.

she doesn't let you move, though. instead, her hands are pressed firmly on your side as she still stand between your legs. "i thought that might be more comfortable..." you say, unsure of the current situation. she shifts in her stance to let you stand up.

"fuck, yes. i mean, yes, let's go upstairs," she chuckles after stumbling over her own words and her bionic arm moves to gesture you to lead the way. you laugh at her sudden awkwardness but go ahead to lock up your shop.

walking up the stairs, you fumble for your home's keys. Sevika followed you closely behind, touching your waist and kissing your neck as you try to unlock the door, a sigh escapes your lips as you try to unlock your door.

as the door closes behind you, she pins you against it. her hand holds your wrist against the door as she kisses you feverishly. her bionic arm slips beneath your ass to lift you up, so you could wrap your legs around her hips. you press your breasts against her, trying to seek for any further touches. "the bed, Sev," you say between kisses, too occupied to actually resist her touch.

she ignores your words and losses her grip on your wrists instead to wander to the buttons of your shirt, never breaking the kiss. "patience, beautiful," she whispers as her lips leave yours to press a kiss on your cheek. "we have all night, right?"

your arms find their way back around her neck, playing with her loose hair. "please," you respond, your eyes making contact with hers. you peck her lips before you say, "i want to touch you, too."

her head falls onto your shoulder as she groans, "you make me loose my composure so easily," before looking back into your eyes with need and desperation "do you realise that?"

you grin at her confession and kiss her hot and wet, moaning into the kiss as she continues to unbutton your shirt until your bra is exposed to her hand. she grazes the outlines with her fingertips, making a shudder run through your body as you gasp. you press your chest into her touch and she gladly responds with cupping your breast while biting your lower lip.

her index finger grazes your puffy nipple through your bra and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

she pecks you one last time with a smile, before looking around your small flat, seemingly inspecting your small setup where your bedroom and living room are combined to your cozy grove.

her hand moves to your back, stabilising you in her arms before she finally heads to your bed to lay you down on it, watching you as you lay there with your undone shirt and the few strands that escaped your hairstyle completely wordless.

similar to her, you exhale at the sight in front of you. Sevika is still fully clothed, so you pull her down by her collar to kiss her hard, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her body on top of you. "take this off," she whispers against your lips, her bionic hand gripping your shirt as her hand sneaks behind your neck to tilt your head for her to suck.

she kisses and bites your sweet spot, disrupting your motion of pulling your shirt off and making your eyes roll back in pleasure. you moan her name in frustration before she finally let's go.

"this too," she tells you as she eyes every little detail on your torso. when you take your bra off, her bionic hand cups your breast. the sharp and cold details of her metallic hand exposed on one of your most sensitive parts of your body leave you breathing hard, moaning as her pointy fingers pinch and twist your nipple. "you have no idea how often i thought of touching them since that night," her eyes are not leaving your chest as she confesses.

"you could've touched them that night," you respond, your hand finding the back of her head as you play with her small ponytail. after hearing your words she looks at you, almost with a shocked expression on her face. "there's no way i would have touched you without your consent," she tells you. surprised by this sudden turn, you move up to rest your weight on your elbows, looking at her in disbelief. "but you payed for that night with me," you state, still confused by what she just said.

she's just as surprised as you, cupping your cheek softly as she spoke, "y/n, i would never do anything to you without your consent. do you know that?" she asks you, her eyes never leaving yours as she spoke. you've never experienced any sex partner expressing their respect to you verbally. and fuck, this is probably the moment you realise you have feelings for this woman in front of you. you nod in response, still overwhelmed from your thoughts and feelings. she smiles at you as she says, "good girl."

your soaking pussy almost purred at that nickname. kissing her quick but softly, you grind your clothed hips against hers as you kiss a trail down her neck to her exposed collarbone.

she exhales heavily at your motions before saying, "tell me what you want, beautiful."

"i want you to fuck me," you respond after hesitating, still nibbling at her collarbone as a soft moan escapes her.

"with this," you continue as you grind stronger onto her clothed cunt than before.

her bionic arm holds herself on the bed as her fingers trace your curves. "with my fingers?" she teases as she opens your trousers with her other hand slowly.

your lips move up to her ear, licking and biting her soft skin. "no," you whisper, "with this."

you press the seam of her jeans with your fingers against her clit, making her grip your hips hard from your sudden touch. "fuck," she mutters in response, clearly trying to compose herself before she continues to fully undress you.

"under one condition," she starts as she takes in your naked body with hungry eyes, "i'll have a taste before i fuck you," she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a dark bandeau bra beneath. she's in a hurry, so she won't bother to take off her unbuttoned shirt, but moves on by removing her jeans as well as underwear in one go.

you try to take a peek at her body, but she immediately kneels between your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, dragging her motions slowly to your soaking pussy as her hands hold you firm beneath her touch. feeling her breath on your clit, you whine from sensitivity, gripping the sheets beneath you as she finally tastes you for the first time.

both of you moan from the touch, your hips stutter beneath her strong hands. she eats you out like a starving woman, humming at the sounds you're making. your clit is circled by her tongue as she softly bites and sucks before your legs start shaking from the pleasure that builds up in your lower belly.

she moves her arm from your thigh to press softly against it, realising how close you are. "come on my tongue," she tells you, intensifying her motions as you come hard. the way you moan her name sounds similar to a scream, your thighs pressing against her head as you throw your head back in pleasure.

she gently guides you through it by licking in decreasing motions, careful of your sensitivity. as your calming down, she kisses your clit one last time before she straightens herself to watch you after your first high.

her lips and chin are glistening from her pussy and strands that were originally framing her face now hang loosely. "you did so well, beautiful," she whispers, climbing on top of you to press kisses into your face. "fuck, you really sent me to another dimension," you confess, laughing a litte at the absurdity. she chuckles at your words, grinning as she examines your face.

"are you still down for another round?" she asks carefully, giving you the space you might need, but you nod as you smile at her. she kisses you before she straightens again to manhandle your legs, placing one on her shoulder as she moves her own over your other to align with your pussy, not starting just yet. she caresses the long on her shoulder as she presses kisses along with it.

she looks absolutely breathtaking while doing it. you feel her pussy kissing yours, and fuck, she's driving you crazy. the unbuttoned shirt exposes the abs you eyed earlier through the tightness of her shirt. her v-line is deeply defined, even more when she starts to slowly grind against you. her pointy bionic fingers suddenly press into your thigh as she gasps from the pleasure she suddenly receives. her grey eyes watch you heavily, making sure you're alright with her pace as she slowly picks it up.

"you feel so good," you whimper as you meet her motions by copying hers, crying from the sensitivity from your earlier orgasm. "fuck- i'm close again."

she grins at your confession, pushing herself harder on your clit as you cry out from the friction. she's mostly quiet, but a gasp escapes her lips anytime you improve your speed.

"come with me, y/n" she leans down, kissing you with so much passion as her eyebrows furrow in pleasure. you moan into the kiss, your breasts moving with each thrust as your nipples graze against the cotton of her bandeau. you felt your orgasm creeping, but you weren't ready for the intensity it comes with. you cry out against her lips, holding her against you as you feel her groaning from her own orgasm. both your hips stutter in your motions before you stop to look at her.

her head rests in the nape of your neck and the only thing you feel is her hot breath against your skin. as you untangle your legs, you kiss on the side of her head. "are you alright?" you ask after several seconds of silence.

she vaguely nods, still maintaining her breath before she answers "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

you smile as you caress her hair through your fingers. "i'd love to figure it out in the future," you continue, making space between your faces so you could look at her as you speak. "this idea you've just mentioned," you clarify as she looks at you speechless.

she kisses you passionately after a few seconds, smiling as she realises what you were suggesting.

"let me take you to dinner after your shift tomorrow?" she asks as her thumb trails your cheekbone. you nod, kissing her on the cheeks before you answer "gladly."

you both fall asleep, and sooner or later date nights with Sevika become your favourite traditions as you two engage in a passionate, but intimate relationship with each other.

tags: @sevsbaby @womenathleteshaveme @macaroni676

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abbyslvrrr · 18 days ago

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Fade into you pt.2

Boxer!sevika x topside!reader

Finally done part 2! (it literally took me a whole month) I kept losing motivation to write BUT I FINALLY FINISHED TODAY!! Hope y’all like it! (I don’t think I’ll continue this tbh) I feel like this kinda sucks ass can’t lie.

WC: 1167

The following day, you couldn't stop thinking about Sevika and the interaction you had with her. The way she got so close to you, the way she looked as she was sitting there and smoking her cigarette. Ugh, you needed to stop thinking of her seriously! Are you actually considering going back? She told you she had a fight next week and you were off next week.

"Just stop it!” You knew your parents would freak out if they ever found out you went to the undercity, let alone thinking about going back there, but why was the thought of not seeing Sevika making you feel so down? As the next week started approaching, you finally made your decision to go and see Sevika again; you couldn't shake her out of your head. The problem was, you didn't want to tell Sam about it, but you also didn't know your way around the undercity. God, this was going to be a mission.

You decide to wear something cute this time around—a long-sleeve low-cut shirt and a cute black skirt. For shoes, you went with black combat boots. You do your hair and makeup, grabbing your phone and bag ready to head out, when all of a sudden your mother walks in.

“Where do you think you're going, young lady?” She questioned you. Shit, what would you say?

"Um, im going to Sams, yeah. She's having a little girls night!” praying that she believed you, sometimes it blew your mind that as an adult your mother was still so stuck with you. You actually hated it, but you didn't say anything about it. Your mother nodded her head.

"Okay, be safe honey. Text me when you get home, okay?” she said as she hugged you and left you be. You sighed and went out. You kind of felt bad for lying to your mother, but it was whatever at this point. Stepping out of your house, you try your best to remember the way Sam took you, and you find yourself where she took you last time.

As you walk your way over to the fighting ring, you can't help but feel eyes all on you. ‘Of course they'd stare; you literally look like you're from the topside.’ you say to yourself. You get there and see Sevika already in the ring fighting her opponent. You manage to get yours close enough to see her.

The guy she is fighting is like 2x bigger than her, and yet she's so unfazed by it. He lands a hit on Sevika and knocks her back, but only for a second because she's right back and hits him back so hard he goes flying back. There's a small break that was called; Sevika looks into the crowd and manages to spot you. She thought you were so easily spottable; you see her and smile at her. You see the blood on her face, probably a bloody nose. She sends a wink your way, and you swear you passed out there. After the break, Sevika and the guy were at it again. He goes to hit him, but Sevika has him figured out this time and blocks his punch, and she knocks him to the ground; he stays there, probably passed out.

Sevika is declared winner once again, and everyone goes crazy like last week. Sevika motions to the back, where the little room is. You make your way through the busy crowd and step into the room.

“You came, doll.” Her voice boomed; god, her voice was like fucking music to your ears. Why is she making you feel this way? You could listen to her voice all day.

"Yeah, I did come back; I don’t really know why.” Suddenly, your shoes became the most interesting thing in the world. A part of you wanted to get to know Sevika, possibly befriend her, maybe something more. But knowing that Sevika was from the undercity and a boxer, you knew it could never happen. Feeling a warm hand grab your chin gently and lift it up broke you out of your little trance. You are met with Sevika's eyes; god, you could get lost in those eyes of hers. She leans in a bit closer.

"Oh, you know why, doll, don't play stupid with me. You wanted to come see me; that's why you're here.” You hated how right she was. She pulled away from you and backed away.

“Lets celebrate my win doll." She opened the door for you, and you walked out. The bar was crowded, and so was the dance floor; you felt a bit nervous about this not really being your scene. She grabbed your hand and dragged you to a table where a couple other guys were seated. She pulled you to that table sitting down; you sat beside her.

Everyone looked a bit intimidating to you. Someone approaches the table and hands Sevika a drink; of course they would know what she liked. She fights here and celebrates here. Sevika chugs down her drink before looking at you.

“So what do you usually drink? Something fancy?” The truth was you never really drank; when you did drink, it was just a small bit of wine or a little champagne. You didn't even know if you should drink anything tonight; I mean, how would you even go home?

"Oh, I usually have a bit of wine, but I don't think I'll drink tonight.” You explain to her; she lets out a small chuckle. God, she was perfect. No! You can't be thinking of her like that. Her voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“I figured as much; I don't think you'd find the best kind around here.” Sevika says as she starts on her second drink of the night. Hours go by and you have amazing conversations with Sevika; she tells you all about the undercity, and you tell her about Piltover. You knew that conditions down in the undercity were not great at all, and she was so passionate talking about her place here. You admired that about her. Hours pass, and before you know it, the time is 2330 and you have to leave. Sevika offers to take you at least halfway.

Staying close to Sevika, you two begin the journey back. As you get closer and closer to where you need to go, Sevika asks you a question. “Would you want to come down again next week? "Uh, don’t have a fight, so we can maybe just spend the day together.”

You put a hand on her bicep, smiling up at her, “Of course, Sevika. I’ll see you here again next week.” She pulls her phone out and gives it to you, typing in your number and saving it into her phone. You reach up and give Sevika a kiss on her cheek. “See you sev!" With that, you run off.

Sevika makes it her goal to get with you no matter what.

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sevsdollette · 5 months ago

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taking care of Sevika after she comes home from work

this is part two.

poor baby sev has a really tough job :( angst fluff and smut i guess?? sevika’s angry then you take care of her and then she fingers you ig that takes into account all three.

warning for blood, injuries, implications of violence. also contains smoking, fingering (r-receiving), making out

MDNI and men go away

the first aid kit was in the kitchen, kept on hand after all the time you cut your finger while cooking. while you were in there, you grabbed a glass and Sevika’s favorite bottle of whiskey. you also took your cigarettes off the living room coffee table.

Sevika was sitting on the loveseat in the bedroom wearing only her boxers. her elbow rested on the armrest, her hand holding up her face and rubbing her eyebrow.

“here.” you poured her a glass and she sat up to take it. her distant eyes were still somewhat elsewhere but she looked up long enough to say a proper thank you and she helped you light your cigarette.

you tossed on one of her giant shirts and got to work. with exhales of smoke coming from every other stressed breath, you sat beside her on the couch and began with her leg. the bandage was disgusting and she was nearly flinching the whole time. it was difficult not to order her to stay still. she was trying, you knew that.

the cut was long but not too deep. the bleeding had stopped for the most part. you wiped it as gently as you could with alcohol and wrapped it up again. you’d have to change it again in the morning, probably.

to deal with the cuts on her face, you needed to get closer. after a moment of fumbling, she got sick of you doting around the idea and pulled you into her lap. you straddled her, inches from her face, and she held your bare ass to keep you in place.

you had to focus on fixing her up. the cut on her brow wasn’t too bad either. you just wiped it off and it was already forming a scab. her cheek was the problem. it was gnarly and you had to pull out one of your butterfly bandaids to hold it together.

cleaning it was the first hurdle. Sevika was struggling to stay still and you were trying your best to be nice, but her health came before her comfort. no one knew just how many diseases and infections there were in Zaun, but you didn’t want to find out.

every so often, you give her a kiss. she’d pitifully tilt her head up, capturing your lips just to taste you for a second before letting you get back to work. she was gentle and solemn. once, she pressed her forehead to yours and shut her eyes to calm herself. it was the closeness she loved. the security of holding you and keeping you steady. she could endure anything if she could keep you right there.

“okay,” you said quietly. “you’re all patched up.” you gave her a small smile as you put your supplies down on the couch beside her.

she breathed and tried for a smile back. “thank you, baby.”

you nodded and stood up. she gave you her empty glass and you took the last drag of your cigarette before stamping it out in the cup.

everything was put away in the kitchen and when you came back into the bedroom she was in the same spot. her eyes lifted as you walked in and she motioned you over. “come back.”

your bare feet padded quickly over and you sat back in her lap gently. her hands went right back to where they were and she looked up at you with those tired, crystal-gray eyes.

you cupped her uninjured cheek and kissed her. she sighed heavily, leaning into you. her lips were a bit chapped but they felt like home. you were a sanctuary for her.

her hands moved to grab you just behind your hips. she pulled you even closer against her, maybe even slightly grinding you down onto her. she tasted you, her tongue curving over yours.

you ran your fingers through her hair and down to rub her neck. the muscle that connected her back to her collar was tense. as you dug your thumbs into it, she groaned.

her hands were getting confident. once again she rolled your hips over hers and squeezed the meat of your ass.

she bit the fat of your bottom tip and tugged enough to get you following for more. she gave you one last, savoring kiss before focusing on your neck. she dragged her teeth down your pulse point before finding a spot to bite and kiss. you moaned softly.

yes, you loved all of this, but you couldn’t help but worry she was only doing this because she thought you wanted it. if she wanted to sleep or relax, you wanted her to do that. she had to be so tired.

“sev, baby…”

“shh.” she kissed just below your ear. “i need to be closer to you right now,” she muttered. “i need to thank you for taking such good care of me.”

you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as she found another sweet spot to kiss. hey, you were supposed to do anything to make her feel better. this was it.

her fingers moved more and more away from your ass to graze your inner thighs. she was spreading you more over her and barely reaching where you wanted her.

she drew her kisses lower until she was pulling down the hem of your (her) shirt and ducking your nipple into her mouth. you whined a moan, digging your nails into her back as she’s threatened your sensitive skin with her teeth. at the same time, her hands finally moved where you wanted her. two thick fingers slid between your folds and began to gather your slick.

they teased your hole as she left hickies over your tits. you were so delicate in her touch, sitting on her hand as she slid her fingers into side your cunt. her other hand came to start your rolling hips again and your head fell onto her shoulder.

“fuck, sev,” you cried. you focused on her curling fingers, trying to keep your hips at a pace you could stand. the room felt like it was spinning as she continued with her kisses lightly up and down your neck.

as her fingers fucked into you, the heel of her palm rubbed perfectly on your clit. her had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you could feel her hitting your g-spot with every thrust and curl. it was dizzying.

she kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear. “you’re so good for me, baby. such a sweet girl, making me feel better. let me make you feel good now.”

your chest heaved and you whined. “god—oh, god.”

“that’s it, babygirl, cum for me.” she urged. her voice was gravelly and tired. so deep it made you blush as she fucked you harder.

“just like that,” you pleaded. “don’t stop.”

she kept her blissful pace, only adding to it by sucking another mark onto your neck. pleasure filled your body and you nearly forgot the chaos that Sevika brought home with her. you were curled against her, fucking yourself on her hand. you breathed in the smell of her skin, right where her collar curved to her neck you were unreachable. all you knew was her: her scent, her kissing, her fingers. she explored you and every time i felt like something new.

a searing orgasm was building and it finally washed over you as she bit at your pulse point. you cried out, moaning her name and stutterings of i love you’s. she let out a breath of amazement as she brought you down gently from your high.

she slowed her fingers and pulled let out, leaving you shivering and missing the closeness. her hand that had been on your hip reached up and cupped your cheek and bring your mouth to hers. she gave you one, simple, loving kiss before leaning back to look at you.

after a few minutes, the two of you got up to go to bed. she practically carried you the few feet from the loveseat to your side of the mattress, letting you lie down and curl into your pillow before inevitably reaching for her to lie with you.

she climbed into bed and you held her. the night was back focusing on her needs. every once in a while she’d let you be the big spoon and it was on bad days like this.

though, it was a good feeling to know that you made the day a lot better when she came home. now, it was time to sleep. and before long you could sense a change in her breathing and a quell in her movements.

it took you a while to fall asleep. the stress always lingered even long after you knew she was home safe. but, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against her back. you weren't truly at home until she was there with you.

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trender-official · 6 days ago

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Whiskey Burns My Throat | Chapter One

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend Migi

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.”

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!”

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda” The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

#arcane sevika #sevika #arcane #no arcane spoilers #sevika x reader #cowritten with migi #aarons fics #chapter fic #slow burn #lesbians #sevika x you #arcane fic #arcane x reader

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letters-to-rosie · 3 months ago

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chapter 41: 24 hours wandering

“Remember when I first came to your apartment?”

Powder tries to laugh, but it sounds more like a hiccup. “You made it very memorable.”

“We did.” He sounds warm. She wants to hold him so bad. “I’d been thinking about you all the time. I still do. But I thought I was too dangerous. That if we got together, I’d be putting you in harm’s way.

“And then last night happened. Gianna told me that she’d seen Sevika and that Marnie was in the hospital. I tried figuring out where Sevika was, but she wasn’t answering her phone. And you weren’t, either.

“I felt like I failed. I had so many reasons to keep my distance, but I wanted to be around you. I could have helped it, but I didn’t. And you were so inviting. You made it so easy to be your friend. And I kept telling myself that I’d only wind up hurting you.

“You know what you told me? That it was too late. That you wanted it, too. That you wanted to be happy and didn’t want the world to keep you from being happy anymore.”

Powder shakes with a sob, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Can I make that choice, too? Are you the only one who gets to decide if the danger is worth it?”

Powder and Ekko have to learn how to live in their new reality, together.

#arcane #fanfiction #timebomb #ekko #jinx #ekkojinx #ekko x jinx #ekko arcane #jinx arcane #rosie's writing desk #revolution-verse #new chapter!#get the metaphorical tissues out!#or the real ones! idk! no judgment here!

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sevikasangel · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙- what would it be like to be asked to be their valentine?

including: vi, caitlyn, jinx, sevika.

— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: fluff, f!reader, legal age gap, lowercase intended.

— 𝐚/𝐧: gotta love sweetheart aesthetic!

𝐯𝐢 ♡

you were a very close friend of vi's. you'd stuck around when she needed somebody the most. you were the only person she knew she could rely on ever since vander passed. no matter how many fights you had, how life treated you both, how many opposites against your friendship there seemed to be in the way. vi's feelings turned into something deeper a while ago. she realised she loved you after she had an awful day at work, and the only person she needed to see was you.

despite a recent fight you had over vi letting her stress get the best of her, she bought you your favorite fast food and a heart pin for your bag, you loved those accessories, she noted. you were surprised to see her sitting at your doorstep with some paperbags after you came back from work.

"cupcake, you're finally here...happy to see me? i...got you those fries and sandwich you like...with a cupcake! just like you... listen, i know i was bad to you and i said mean things. you can punch me in the face! go on! what you mean no? ok...then, forget the punching. (y/n)...(y/n). i don't know how to be lovey dovey and stuff but i am trying here. i like you. i really do. can i come in? we can eat this...and maybe i talk you into being my valentine."

𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 ♡

caitlyn slipped a lock of her long hair behind her ear as she anxiously tapped her foot against the wooden tiles of the hallway of your building. the enforcer sucked in a breath, glancing between the bouquet of white and red roses she'd ordered at the local flower shop. you both met at a local piltover festival while caitlyn was on duty. she helped you retrieve your stolen wallet and she'd been awestruck with you ever since. she knew you worked at a local cafe and she would always order her morning breakfast with you, sharing small conversations that meant a lot to her.

Caitlyn gathered enough courage to knock gently on your door. There is no turning back now, she thought to herself, as the monotonous sound of your footsteps began getting closer and closer until the knob turned, followed by the low creak of the door. And then your face emerged, your full body following. She couldn't help but smile. You were the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen.

"hello, (y/n). good afternoon! how are you? i am quite fine, too. better now, actually, after seeing you. oh, this bouquet? no, no, no, it isn't for me. i ordered it for you. i remember you told me you are fond of roses. they did remind me of you. so...would you like to go to the movies with me? amazing! and lastly...be my valentine, please."

𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱 ♡

jinx spent the whole morning and afternoon preparing a surprise for you. she was your best friend, but the blue haired girl wanted to be so much more than that. she'd loved you for such a long time, but never felt courageous enough to ask you out. the voices would convince her that you would never feel the same for such a loser like her. but this time, after two years, she wouldn't waste another valentine away from the girl she loved.

she broke into your house while you were visiting your family and went straight into your bedroom to give you her gift and proposal: with her colour sprays and inventions, she painted your walls and drew on them with little doodles of hearts, adorable animals, you both in a beautiful garden...she also spread handmade gifts all over your room. your bed was covered in red dye with hearts and a monkey robot on top of it held a banner: "(y/n), i love you! be my valentine!"

"toots, ya finally came home! ya like your surprise!? don't look so dumbfounded, it's amazin'! it took me hoooours to finish. look at that lil spinning ballerina i made for ya! and the bed, so soft! aaaand...will you be my valentine!? i love ya, toots! i want you to be my girl and we will kaboom boom blah togetha'! wait...ya love me back! aaaaah, i told y'all, she is mine! now come lay on ya nice bed and we will cuddle, valentine!"

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡

you were one of the girls who worked at babette's. though not as a stripper or a prostitute, you were a waitress, trying to make some money in order to survive in zaun. if you were lucky enough, you'd get some tips here and there from drunks who were hopeful to get under your pants. however, sevika was different. you felt no malice coming from her. silco's right hand woman was different from the men who could only see you as a piece of meat. she actually treated you with respect. the bare minimum, yes. but in zaun, the minimum was a lot.

sevika was fond of you. you were a woman who she felt something she couldn't quite get a grasp on towards. it was a weird sensation on her chest, seeing you. her heart would pump faster and she'd feel thrilled whenever you demonstrated to be impressed by a story she told. it wasn't that she didn't feel physically attracted to you. she did. oh, how she did...though it was more than that. and that persistent, unknown feeling annoyed her.

you were dead concerned when sevika showed up bruised and bloodied from a street fight with vi. she definitely didn't expect to have you on your stupid cupid costume at valentine's day to be patching her up and gently cleaning her wounds, inside a small spare room of the bar. the sounds of the muffled loud music and you humming to yourself were swirling around her head as she glanced at you, releasing a strained breath.

"listen, (y/n). i don't know how to do this shit and i think it's stupid, but be my valentine. that cupid costume would give me second hand embarrassment had it been in anyone else, but you look like an actual angel in that. what you laughing at? that isn't corny! i wanna take you on a date, but i am fucked up right now, doll. tomorrow i will pick you up at your place by seven o'clock, be ready. gonna take you somewhere nice, not this dump of drunks. you're special to me, really...i mean it. thanks for being here. you can always count on me too, sweetheart."

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admrlthundrbolt · 10 months ago

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Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

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Having a food cart in the Undercity could be boring. But having Jinx as a regular customer made for interesting moments. When she has a fight with her father and comes to you for comfort. Well Silco thinks it's time to meet the person that his daughter always seems to run to.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. So I just watched Arcane and fell in love with Silco. That of course means that he became my immediate muse and needed a story written. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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Jinx slammed a fist against his desk. “I just don’t understand why I can’t go to the meetings.”

Silco sighed. “Because your not old enough.” He gave the thirteen year old girl an irritated look. “We’ve been over this, it’s not safe for you.”

Her eyes began to water. Not wanting to let him see how upset she was, she ran out of the room.

As he watched her go his heart panged with sadness. It was always a hard task to tell her no.

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Rushing down the street, she went to the only other place that felt safe. Your food cart was outside of the brothel. Joking that the workers there were the ones that needed a good meal the most. This logic kept your pots empty and pockets full. It also came with the bonus of the bouncer looking out for you. Something you were going to snub your nose at.

So to see one of your favorite customers stomping over to you. It was a sight to behold. The small blue haired teen was in a mood you rarely saw her in. Sneaking into your secret stash of fresh fruit. Something you kept on hand for her. You started peeling and slicing, as she plopped down on a stool.

“How's my favorite customer doin'?”

Folding her arms onto the edge of the cart, she laided her head on top of them. “Fine.”

As you put the final piece of fruit in the bowl you sighed in a exaggerated way. “To bad. I suppose I could trade this bowl of fresh fruit for a bit more information.”

She perked up at the offer, but raised her eyebrows in suspicion. “How much do I have to tell you?”

With a shrug you said. “Enough to make you get it off your chest.” Then you stuck out your hand. “Deal?”

A smile spread across her face and she shook your hand. “Now give up the fruit.”

Chortling at her demand, you slid the bowl to her. Then listen to her complain about her dad. You could see both sides of the argument. A kid that wanted to make her father proud. On the other hand a dad trying to keep his daughter safe. It was a tricky situation to say the least.

“I can’t stand when he treats me like a kid. When is he gonna take me seriously.” Her eyes began to water again.

Leaning forward you put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but he just wants to protect you." She gave you a hard look, still you continued. “That being said, you should always know that you’re welcome here.”

Her grin returned, only to dampen. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Putting a hand on your hip, you smiled brightly. “Of course I am. You can make up when you get back home.” Wiping down the cart top, you put away the last of your wares.

Shaking her head feverishly, she stayed glued to the stool. “Nuh uh, I’d rather sleep on the streets tonight.”

Bitting your lip, you thought through the options. Only one solution seemed the way to go. “I can’t let you sleep in a random ally. Come on, were going to have a sleepover.”

Jumping up, she helped you finish packing up and push your cart home.

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He paced behind his desk, eyes occasionally darting between the door and window. Where could she be, it's getting late. The door opened, only for Sevika to walk through.

Her eyes looked over him and she scoffed. “She's still not back.”

He grumbled under his breath. “No, obviously not.”

Rolling her eyes at the boss’ mood, she nodded her head towards the window. “I'll go look for her, anything to calm you down.” Going back through the door she barely caught his last comment.

“As you should.”

She could hear the worry bubbling up, so she let it slide.

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Bring a spare blanket and pillow to the couch, you set up a temporary bed. As Jinx skipped towards you, you gave her a mock glare. “Did you brush your teeth?”

She nodded with a frown. “The paste tasted weirded.” Then jumped onto the couch.

Tucking her under the blanket you laughed. “Sorry I only have mint. Now off to bed, need to rest up if you want to help me with the cart tomorrow.” This got her to settle down quickly. Brushing a bit of hair, that wouldn't fit into the braids you gave her, you turned off the lights.

Doing your own nightly routine, you were bombarded by thoughts of the girl lying on your couch. You tried to look after anyone that needed it, but Jinx was a special case. She had been through so much tragedy in her young life. She also had a habit of clinging to you after a fight with her father.

A sudden knock at your door startled you from your pondering. Waiting a moment, hoping it was someone at the wrong place. But as another louder knock sounded, you made your way over to the door.

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Sevika grunted in annoyance and glare into the distance. It didn't take long, after asking around, to find out where the brat had gone. A food cart that hangs around the brothel. The only problem was no one would tell her where you lived. How was she supposed to question you if nobody would give up your location.

After more time than she would like to admit, someone spilled the info. It was a useless little welp that often gets thrown out of the brothel for wanting free services. He called you a stuck up bitch, because you wouldn't give him the time of day. So he was all to happy to direct her to your home.

Now that she was in front of your door, she hoped this would be simple from here on out.

Though when the door opened it wasn't at all what she expected. There you stood plump and with prominent laugh lines on your face. You looked all of a motherly type. So the frown on your face as you stared at her seemed out of place on you.

“Can I help you?”

She glanced past you and her eyes widen as she spotted the girl. Pointed her out, she said. “I'm here for her.” Seeing you block her view, by closing the door a bit, she added. “Bosses orders.”

Narrowing your eyes at her, you flashed a look over at the kid. Stepping outside of the doorway, you quietly closed the door behind you. “I'm not sure who your boss is, but I can make a guess.” You placed your hands on your hips as an exasperated expression sat on your face. “Look she's already asleep and doesn't want to go home. Do you really want to carry her back kicking and screaming.”

She cringed at the thought, the brat was bad enough in a good mood. Giving you another once over, she thought back on her search for you. Not one person had a bad thing to say about you. Plus if the brat was comfortable staying with you, what was the harm.

“Tell you what, my cart is set up at the brothel. Why don't you let her father know that he can pick her up to his leisure there tomorrow. I'm sure the gesture would make a better impression on her than dragging her home.”

You made a good point. So with a shrug and a smirk she said. “I'll let him know the situation. But I can't guarantee that I won't be sent back to kick in your front door.”

Putting your hands up in a sign of peace you shook your head. “No need, if he insisted I'll let you in. I just think him picking her up would mean a lot. Be it tonight or tomorrow.”

With a nod she starts making her way back to Silco. Only to stop after a few steps and turn back to you. “You know you have quite the reputation around here. Made it more of a challenge than I would have liked to find you."

This caused a sheepish smile to settle on your lips. “It helps when you can provide a hot meal.”

Her smirk deepened. “Maybe"

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When she got back to the office he was half asleep in his chair. Slamming the door shut, she quietly snickered as he jump in his seat.

“Wha.” He scanned the room and glared as his eyes landed on her.

She couldn't help but noticed how the look fit much better on him than you. “I found Jinx.”

Glancing around her, his visage swapped to one of confusion. “Well, where the hell is she.” He gestured about her and grew more agitated.

Folding her arms across her chest she slid onto the chair before the desk. “With a food vendor that sets up shop in front of the brothel.”

Rubbing his temples, he tried to kept his temper in check. “And you didn't bring her back because?”

“The woman made to many good points.” She then launch into a recap of her conversation with you.

As the explanation was given, he couldn't help but agreed with you on most points. What he didn't like was you not giving him his daughter. How dare you keep what belongs to him, even if it was for only a night. He could tell by the way that Sevika spoke of you, it seemed you had garnered her respect. Which was a hard won thing to achieve. “Do you agree with her?”

This caused her to pause. Then realize that even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear, the truth was her answer. “Yes, she has the trust of the common folk and Jinx. Trying to disrupt either could result in negative backlash.”

He had to consciously unclenched his jaw. It was a thought out and comprehensive analysis. But not what he wanted to consider. “I suppose that given the situation, a little time apart could do us some good. Does she seem of the trustworthy sort.” His scrutinizing gaze rested firmly on her. Taking in any body language that may betray her thoughts.

“In all honesty, I didn't hear a single bad thing about her. Except that waste Mitch, but his opinion matters as much as a sewer rat's. It's like she's made herself a positive facet in the tunnels of the Undercity.” Placing her hands on the arm rest she leaned forward. “She might even be able to help with getting through Jinx's teenage years. Having some one she can confided in that's outside of the family business. Someone that you could keep in your back pocket for times such as these.”

The suggestion made his hackles fully lower. That could be a great boon in helping keep his daughter in line. For the first time that night he smiled. “Yes, it may be the right moment for me to meet this vendor. I will be freeing up tomorrow morning to gather Jinx from this woman.”

Nodding she had to restrain herself from smirking. She had a feeling that this meeting would be an entertaining event, to say the least.

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He walked down the street with his usual swagger. The past couple of years had his reputation skyrocketing. Taking shimmer from a small lab to a large scale production had made him a respected yet feared person.

Still it seemed there were people like you. People who weren't under the thrall of his power. So to say he was taken aback at seeing you for the first time, would be an understatement.

Your cart was homey and decorated with many personal touches. There were a few plants hanging about the canopy. Odd sizes of seating set up in front of a bench attached to the cook top. Jinx was next to you, listening to you give her patient instructions.

Then there was you. Comfortable casual clothing clung to your plump body in an alluring manner. Your cheeks were flush with effort as you mixed together a bowl of ingredients. A beaming smile made him glance away, for fear your brightened expression would blind him.

He pauses and took a moment to gather himself. This was not at all the type of senerio he saw himself stepping into.

You noticed movement not to far from your cart and glanced towards it. It wasn't hard to realize it was Silco, Jinx's father. The marred eye was his biggest giveaway. Still you couldn't help taking in his lithe figure and handsome angular features. You had no idea that such a tantalizing treat was scouring the Undercity, right under your nose too.

It was a few moments later that he heard his daughter call him over. Putting on his best face he made his way over to the pair. “Hello Jinx, how pleasant to see you this morning.” He was hoping the jab would be understood.

She looked up at him with excitement as she flipped the cooking batter. “Hi, can you believe how good this smells. I've never had breakfast from here.” She turn her attention back to the cook top and continued flipping.

“Well thank you honey. I'm glad that you feel that way." Facing him you nodded your head at the seats. “Take a seat, it won't be long before it's ready.”

He was grateful for the invitation. She was right about the smell, it was heavenly. “I believe I will take you up on that. My daughter didn't give you to much trouble, did she?”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you began to plate up some fresh fruit and hot cakes. “Not at all. If anything she's been a great help. Didn't even complain about waking early to set up the cart.”

She perked up and jumped onto the seat next to him. “Yeah, we were out here before the morning rush. You should have seen all the people that came by.” She began shoving food in by the shovelful.

Noticing a plate had also been slid in front of him, he took a bite. It was delicious, the pairing of the lightly dressed fruit and warm pillowy cakes. He hadn't enjoyed a meal this much in a long time. Finishing the dish faster than he would have liked to admit, he couldn't keep his gaze from you.

You moved with such practiced precision behind the cook top. The way you wielded your knife made him believe you could transition into a proper assassin easily. But as he looked over at his daughter, smiling and chatting with you. He knew that you were in a better postition here.

Finishing the delectable dish he brushed away any debris from himself. “Thank you for the fabulous food. But I think it's time we be on our way.” He stood, then turned to Jinx. She was disappointed, though she followed his lead.

Smiling at the duo you held out a container filled to the brim with various items. “Here's something for the road. And I don't want either of you to hesitate to come back either.” Winking at the pair, your smile widened at the happiness on the kid’s face.

Nodding at you, he hoped his expression didn’t show how flustered he was. You were stirring feeling in him that he hadn’t felt in quite some time. “We will have to do this again then, Mrs….”

A more alluring cast settled on your face. Full attention landing on him you said. “Actually it's Miss (Y/N).” Holding out your hand, you gave his a healthy lingering shake.

Keeping a calm appearance he released your hand. “A pleasure, until next time.” Walking away with Jynx, as she called out her goodbyes. He couldn't help glancing back. Only to be shocked at your eyes raking over his own figure. Your gaze met after a few moments and you gave him a heated look. The spell broke as his daughter yanked him forward, going on about how much fun she had with you. It had him thinking about all the fun times that you and he could have together. But that would come in time. For now he would enjoy you through the stories Jinx were telling.

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ijwrsmff · 1 year ago

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OMG YES!!!

I don’t know if your requests for yandere arcane is still open so disregard this if it isn’t.

Yandere Silco/Viktor x GN!reader (romantic, feel free to pick between the two men, I love both of them)

I wanna see them react to insecure reader being harassed for their insecurity in person and how they deal with the situation + manipulate it to their advantage in a way to get the reader closer to them.

Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!!

LOVE THIS IDEA!

I'm not the biggest Viktor person, but a yandere version of him? Now that I can get behind. Can you tell Silco is my #1?

I did this as headcanons, in the form of bullet points, I hope that's okay! Thank you for requesting!

(Traces of Jinx in Silco's section)

Silco:

When one of Silco’s men made an odd comment about you while you were in Silco’s office…he genuinely had no idea how to respond for several moments

Was this man really so stupid…so ignorant as to say something like that not only in front of you, but in front of him?

“Come here.” He said, in a cold and unwavering voice to the man

He was confused but got closer anyways

Silco moved quicker than any of you knew he could, and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt

“Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you showed promise.” He let go, shoving the man into the chair across from his desk

You could hear Jinx giggling above you, as she watched with anticipation

You were just…hurt

How come he picked at the one thing you were most sensitive about?

You looked at the scene in front of you, confused and anxious to see what was about to happen

It was no secret to you that Silco ran a…minorly illegal business

To say the least

But he rarely showed you just how bad it could get, so for the most part you had no idea

You were about to find out though

Silco gestured for Sevika to block the door, and it made the man antsy in his chair

He then looked up to Jinx, and nodded

She knew what to do

Silco then grabbed you as Jinx hopped down, and pressed himself against you

Your back was to his chest, and you were now sitting in his lap observing what was about to happen

The man screamed as Jinx kicked his shin hard enough to break it

She pulled out one of her guns, and started shooting across his arms and legs

The most twisted part of it all was that…he was alive. He could feel every shot into his body

Jinx giggled and put pressure on some of the wounds, as the man screamed…and screamed…and screamed

“See darling? This is what happens when someone crosses me.” He whispered into your ear

You were terrified, the display being so cruel and brutal that you were left in shock

He spoke once more, but this time to the man crying and screaming across from you

“Apologize. To them, not to me.” He smiled coldly over your shoulder, wrapping both his arms around you, keeping you locked in place

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PL-”

Jinx let off one more round, straight into his torso

She giggled again, and shrugged, saying “Oops! Not good enough!”

As the man fell to the ground, you nearly started sobbing

Silco felt this, and put a hand over your eyes, which only made you more terrified

“It’s okay…as long as you’re with me, not a single soul can bring you harm. I will punish anyone without any remorse for hurting you.”

His breath was hot on your ear, and he chuckled.

“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. No matter the consequence.”

Viktor:

You had been with Viktor a few months, and he was just…so sweet

Something in you had those alarm bells going off, but you brushed it aside as anxiety

He was always pretty protective of you, but generally much more laid back about it than some

You didn’t realize just the severity of it until today

You and him were walking, as he liked to do

Sure, his leg was real bad but he always said exercise would help eventually

He had his cane as usual, and you were both chatting away

It was peaceful…for now

A man you’d never seen before came up to you, and said something cruel about an insecurity you tried to hide all your life

The tears fell, and Viktor froze on the spot

Within seconds, Viktor went from looking at you, to the man

“That wasn’t nice…I’m going to request you apologize.” He smiled at you, and held your hand, barely paying attention to the man

“Why would I? Piss off.” The man said, and he went to walk away but Viktor spun around and slammed the cane into the back of the man’s knee

“What the-THIS ISN’T WHAT-” He was cut off when the cane struck his stomach

Viktor hit him, a good few more times before he stopped, leaving the man with at least a couple broken bones

He winced, knowing he overworked himself again

You just stared, how could he hurt someone like that?

“Ah…” He mumbled, leading you away from the scene

“I’m sorry love…When I saw you cry I just snapped.” He looked sheepish, but something in your mind screamed “RUN!”

You ignored that feeling again

“You…care about me that much?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, and held Viktor’s free hand

“Of course I do. I would do anything for you.” And he gave you a big smile

Something about his words felt off…

You clung to his side, and he simply thought…”That was easier than I thought.”

He had paid that man, telling him exactly what to say

Viktor knew of your deepest insecurity, and fully intended on exploiting that to get closer to you

The man he beat up wasn’t informed on the fact Viktor would beat him nearly half to death

But as soon as he left the scene, he signaled to his…”friends” to dispose of the man

Had he been more sane, he would have never used your insecurity against you

He was not, however

When he said he’d do anything for you…he may he lied a bit

There was one thing he could never do even if you wanted to

And that was leave your side

He would never, in a million years, accept a break up

Now…you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if you tried…

Would you?

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sev1kasgirl · 3 months ago

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Spark Of Rivalry

Sevika x Reader

Sevika is an enforcer! enemies to lovers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Smuggler, I—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sevika x reader #enemies to lovers #one shot #arcane #sevika arcane #league of legends #fanfiction

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sevikasenby · 2 years ago

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affection (ao3 link)

18+ , men, minors and ageless blogs don’t fucking interact

summary: sevika had no problem kissing you, holding you close or cuddling with you. It was accepting the acts back that she struggled with. w/c: 924 rating: just fluff :) a/n: if i write a fic that turns out to be less than 1,000 words, im going to be posting them both on tumblr and ao3 cause why not. also if you see any mistakes, no you don’t <3

Sevika was definitely an affectionate person. Maybe not too much in front of other people, usually just a hand on your thigh or waist to keep you close. She would even let you hold her hand some times wether it be her organic hand or mechanical one. You can recall times when you’ve zoned out a bit while fiddling with her mechanical fingers when sat in the last drop while she played a game of cards.

But behind closed doors was a different story. And a different version of her, the one that you kept close and felt a bit of pride knowing you were the only one to see her like this.

It wasn’t always like how it was now, it had taken time. She definitely shielded away from affection at first, that being affection towards her, not you. She had no problem kissing you, holding you close or cuddling with you. It was accepting the acts back. Constantly questioning you when you kissed her check, ran your fingers through her hair or hugged her from behind.

You had never properly cuddled her though, as bad as you wanted to, not wanting to push her. Even though she questioned your affection towards her, she’s never told you to stop. She wasn’t used to it, but she was. In a way. She at least wasn’t too surprised by the affectionate acts anymore, she just didn’t know what to do when she got them.

• • •

It was night time and you and Sevika were getting ready to go to bed. You were already in bed, just waiting for your girlfriend to get out of the bathroom. When she finally got out, only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, she walked over to turn the lamp that was on the nightstand off before you stopped her.

“Hey, Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I cuddle you?”

The question caught her off guard. She stared at you for a moment before asking “Why?”

“Because I want to, you always cuddle me and I wanted to cuddle you for once, if that’s okay.”

You could see the gears turning in her head as she looked down.

“But my arm-”

“Won’t be an issue.” You cut her off. “Just lay on your right side so you can put your arm over me. It’s not gonna be an issue, Sev.”

You watched as she hesitated for a second before turning off her light and slowly moving over to lay down beside you. She was clearly still worried about her arm more than anything, thinking it was gonna be uncomfortable for you even though it’s never been a problem.

You always laid on her right side when cuddling with her. Her flesh hand would wrap around you and rub your back or give you head scratches. She kept her mech hand at her side or only on her own stomach, not wanting it to get in the way.

Wanting to help her, you felt for her mech hand and gently laid it across your stomach, making her lay down all the way and lay her head onto your shoulder.

Not surprisingly, Sevika was tense at first. She wasn’t used to this so she didn’t know what to do. Affection came pretty naturally to her when it came to you though. She just didn’t know how to be on the receiving end of it.

Her arm wasn’t an issue either, of course. It was a comforting weight where it laid on you. You knew she worried about it potentially hurting you, getting in the way. She always went out of her to make sure that was never the case.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just-” She sighed.

“I know, I know.” You told her. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to though. I don’t want you being uncomfortable.”

“No, I want to.” Sevika shuffled a little bit to readjust and rested her head in the crook of your neck. Her leg also rested over the top of yours. “You’re warm.”

You tried not to smile too hard as you rested your head on top of hers. She was still a bit tense when you brought your hand up to run fingers up and down her back to help her try and relax.

You were glad she was allowing you to do this, proud even. She would always cuddle you whenever you wanted so it wasn’t too different of a feeling. You always felt so safe when you were in her strong arms, you hoped she was feeling the same right now.

After a little while, you swore you could’ve teared up when you felt her starting to relax, her muscles felt less tense. Having her laying on you was more comforting than anything. It was nice feeling her head tucked into your neck and hearing her soft breathing as she was on the verge of falling asleep.

When you were certain she was finally asleep, you took the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before you left yourself drift off.

• • •

“About time your ass woke up. I tried to wake you up three different times and you never even moved an inch.”

Sevika, having just woken up, moved her head to look up at you and saw your shit eating grin. “Don’t look at me like that.” She grumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep and shoved her face back into your neck.

You tried not to grin wider as you wrapped your arms tighter around her.

#very creative title i know😐#sevika #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika fanfic #soft sevika #sevika fluff

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ariaterramoon · 8 months ago

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Watch me make an Arcane AU for the Shane Sibs

Totally not because I've been seeing clips and thus my interest in making this au resurfaced and came full force.

Long post prolly so watch me cook below the cut haha

First thoughts

Eli — Vi

Man's going to prison and gonna leave his sister behind. sobbing crying

Sarai — Powder/Jinx

Cue abandonment issues to the max—

Dana & Twist— Ekko

Dana's gonna be helping her dad in his shop, and since her father is friends with Eli's father, they are friends now. Yay!

Twist be an orphan and Tom adopted him uwu No betrayal Twist mayhaps???? 👀👀 He is Eli's best friend and was close with Sarai and watched her change CRYING

Kord and Trixie fill up Milo and Clagger

They're gonna die—AAAA

Pronto is gonna be that dude that Vander helped negotiate with the Bildgewater traders and then got hooked on Shimmer 😭😭😭

He took his twin brother's role as a trader sooo he lowkey sucks at it, but he gets help from the Hound of the Underground ofc uwu

Will — Vander

SOB sorry Will, you gonna die and worse. Your once old friend is going to come after you and your family 😭😭😭

Hmmm. The Shane's originally came from Piltover but were kicked out by the academy. Will is a second gen Underworlder, so still has quite some understanding of Piltover and their culture. His kids, however, have no clue. They're underworlders through and through.

Tom — Benzo

Him and Will best buds forever 😤😤😤 Tom loves his shop and his kids, even if they often get in trouble alongside Will's kids lmao

Very loyal to Will 💜

Dr. Blakk — Silco + Singed but mostly Silco

Ohhhh BOY here we go (tldr below)

Also a second gen Underworlder.

His father was kicked out by the Academy for forbidden/nonethical research. He landed in the Underground but was blessed to find a woman that he settled with. She died in childbirth, and he blames his son for her death. He still very much held an anger towards Piltover and swore to find a way back and get his life back and wanted to go back to his research there.

Thaddius was born, and when he learned about his father being kicked out, he felt bad for him and tried to comfort his father. Instead, he was met with anger and distain. His father still saw himself as a Piltovian, and he saw his son as Underworld trash, and although he never said it out loud, Thaddius knew what his father thought of him.

One day, a man came to talk with Thaddius' father and sure enough, his father had found a golden ticket back to Piltover. Only one golden ticket. Thaddius watched as his father exchanged him for a one way ticket to Piltover, abandoning him for a more lavish life.

Something broke in Thaddius that day, and since then, he has a disgust and hatred for Piltover. Why must the Underworld be less? They were Twin-Cities, supposed to be equals and yet... it was clear they were not. So Thaddius embraced his identity as an Underworlder, become zealous and created the Nation of Zaun. Will was against it, he knew that was not the solution and their friendship was broken because of it.

But now with Will gone, Dr. Blakk is one step closer to getting his Nation of Zaun.

But, what he never expected, was for Will's crying daughter to leap into his arms, sobbing about being left behind by her bother, her dead father right behind her...

TL;DR Papa Blakk abandoned Thaddius bc he was Underworld trash and Thaddius embraced being an Underworlder and created the Nation of Zaun. He then adopted stole Sarai and she is now his daughter.

Quentin — Singed

Hmmm, Blakk also takes on the role of Singed. He created Shimmer and takes on Quentin as his assistant. So now Quentin is in charge of further Shimmer research and he is the one who gets burned by the fire.

Maurice — Sevika

Man is loyal to the Underworld, he knew when to switch teams. He fought alongside Will when Piltover and the Underworld were at war. Eli knew him to be close to his father and feels betrayed when he learns Maurice. betrayed him and is now working with Dr. Blakk

Shanai is the very nice brothel lady that Vi gets info from.

She was like a grandma to the kids and is heartbroken by their deaths, and is tormented by the fact that Dr. Blakk has Sarai now.

And thus concludes my first thoughts about my Arcane AU. Lmk when yalll think 😭😭😭 my hearts gonna break when I draw for this au AAAA

#might change some character roles here and there #just trying to find which character suit the vibe the best #i want to include the gentleman so imma figure it out somehow #slugterra #bajoterra #slugterra au #the shane sibs #shane sib au #eli shane #sarai e shane #text post #arcane #arcane au #tw death #tw violence #my post #moon's aus #st arcane au #imma work on this eventuallyy

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darlingmisa · 2 years ago

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Bad Day, Bad Week | Sevika

I'm absolutely not doing okay so I wrote this to cope (which didn't work) but this one has some comfort in it, I promise. I also promise I'm working on you guys' requests, I just have no motivation or mental stability atm. I apologize.

w/c: 452

c/w: heavy talk of depression, completely self indulgent

Days like these were never fun, but as time went on they seemed to become more and more frequent. You hated feeling like this, and who wouldn’t? The dreadful feeling smacking you in the face the minute you woke up from all the nightmares you can never escape. Feeling so weak, like there's no purpose for you left, no reason to be where you are. That nauseous feeling that seems to be the only thing pulling out from under the covers and to the bathroom, vomiting everything you’d eaten the night before. All because you feel so sick of yourself. But others have it worse, right?

During these days all you could really do was fight it. But it had been more than just one day. It’d been a week, and you had absolutely no fight left in you. It felt as though there was no ounce of energy left in your body to even try to push through it.

You always tried your hardest to hide these moments from Sevika, not wanting to seem so weak in front of such a strong person. Though she always noticed, and you could swear up and down that you were fine, but she could always tell there was something. So when you woke up, sun higher than usual, and still felt her arms wrapped around you, you knew she’d caught on.

She was awake, you could tell, but she definitely hadn’t moved from the position she woke up in. You turned to face her, watching her eyes flutter open. You spoke softly, trying not to disturb the quiet morning air. “You’re late for work.” though you already knew her answer. She wasn’t going. She’d be long gone by now if she was.

“Not going,” she mumbled, voice laced with sleep. “You need me.” And you tried to deny it. To deny that you needed help from her, from anyone. To show that you were perfectly fine on your own. You knew she wouldn’t believe you, and the look she gave you said exactly that. That sole look that simply means ‘don’t lie to me.’ and you knew better than to push it any further.

The tired look in your eyes was all it took for Sevika to pull you closer, letting you bury your face in her bare chest. She was always one for skin to skin contact, and in these times it really came in handy. The feeling of her skin on yours was all you needed, finally letting the tears begin to fall. You knew she could feel your salty tears making her skin sticky, but she didn’t mention it.

“Let it all out baby, I got you, you’re not alone anymore.”

#sevika fanfic #sevika arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane #arcane sevika #arcane fanfic #arcane x reader

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lua-z · 1 day ago

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Snipped of Jinx/OC fanfic I just started working on its called LIBERDADE

The Last Drop held a familiar essence, despite being the first time she has ever been inside. She supposed all bars did. The nauseating smell of alcohol, the inconveniently loud atmosphere, even the insufferable grotesque people that surrounded her, those were all things she was accustomed to. She sipped the drink she had resting on the counter, ignoring the conspicuous gaze she felt on her back. The burning sensation in her throat was welcomed with a contented hum and an unrushed bat of her eyelids.

She kept the glass in hand as she sensed the air shift. A chair scraped the floor directly beside her, someone uncaringly sitting on it as it swayed harshly. “Hey, toots. I’ve never seen you around before.” The cheery voice coerced her to glance toward the source; a blue haired girl around her own age. “What’s brought you here?”

Turning to fully facing the girl, she noticed her unbelievably lengthy braids. A brief flash of recognition flared her mind. She has been warned to steer clear of this individual; Jinx. The name itself was a warning. She understood the connotations within it; curse, spell, plague, hex, bad luck. A person with the name was surely expected to ruin everything in their lives, something she herself could empathize with.

She smiled before meeting Jinx’s wary azure eyes with her own. “You’re right, I’m not.” She affirmed the girl calmly. She knew the Lanes fairly well, having visited many times but Jinx was right; it wasn’t her home. She didn’t even recognise a place that could carry such a title. “I came to live with my sister a few weeks ago. She works here, you know.” At that, Jinx's expression flickered to a look of bewilderment. “I wanted to pay her a surprise visit. I didn’t find her so I let myself enjoy a drink.”

Jinx let out a vivacious chuckle while leaning her body over, closer. “Is that so? And who’s your sister supposed to be?” She couldn’t help but notice the girl’s faltered crack at the word sister. Other than an unnoticeable furrow of her eyebrows, the brunette held her own posture.

She was unfazed by the closing distance between the two and kept her jovial attitude towards the teen, mirroring her. “Her name’s Sevika. Do you know her?” She asked in false oblivion. Of course they knew each other. Sevika was the one who incessantly voiced her dislike for Jinx. That was just another similarity they shared.

Her eyes widened and jaw opened in astonishment. “Shut up!” Jinx exclaimed, scanning the girl from head to toe. She picked out the girl’s chocolate curls that were elegantly tied in a low bun, her figure was small, her bronze skin was soft and warm, her lips pulled into a gentle smile. Her hazel eyes carried no judgment or hatred but curiosity and understanding. “There’s no way the ogre is your sister.” She ultimately decided. How could two people with the same blood be so tremendously different?

The girl exuberated a hearty laugh which made Jinx blink and pause. She examined the puzzling individual, unsure whether she was laughing at her or with her. She deduced it was the latter. Finally! Someone with a good sense of humour! Jinx grinned.

The brunette regained her composure after a deep breath. “Half sister.” She reasoned as if it would make Jinx less perplexed. “But yeah, that’s us.” She lulled her next sentence, her energetic demeanor dropping ever so slightly either in calmness or resignation. “I take it we don’t look alike, huh? She was always the big brute between us, a lot like our father…” Her gaze snapped to the entrance of the bar. Speaking of the devil. She smirked, an idea blossoming in her mind. “But she is also the strongest.”

Sevika made no attempt to conceal her presence. And she has the guts to accuse her sister of being egocentric. She had not yet looked towards the couple, too busy scolding useless goons for some kind of deadly mistake in the shipments. Who cares, right?

As the speech neared the end, both brunettes locked eyes with each other. “Hey, would you mind doing me a favour?” She faced Jinx with an intriguing expression, almost… mischievous? She leaned uncomfortably close to her and Jinx flinched at the proximity. “Go along with it.” She whispered in her ear which made a shiver run down her back.

What do you think? I’m honestly not the most enthusiastic person when it comes to writing, I just try and replay ideas I would like to read. I’m opened to co-writing this if anyone is interested. Beta readers are also welcome. Thank you for reading<3

#fanfic #arcane #jinx #jinx x reader #jinx arcane #writing #ao3 #co writing #beta request

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kikiiswashere · 2 years ago

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Children of Zaun - Chapter 10

Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, eventual smut

Chapter Summary: Katya goes to The Last Drop to check in on Benzo. While there, she comes to realize that the Children of Zaun might not be such bad company. That is . . . until the Enforcers show up.

Chapter CW: some very mild medical ickiness, and a PTSD response

Previous Chapter

Word Count: 5.8K

Katya was comforted by the fact that the streets of the Undercity did not seem any less busy as she weaved her way to The Last Drop. Either no one was deterred by the increased Enforcer presence, or no one was aware of what had happened the night before. Or they just didn’t care. Perhaps Piltover wasn’t going to bother venturing further into the Underground than the Shores and docks. Regardless, the hustle and bustle and brightness of the Undercity persisted.

I see a nation and people full of grit and color. I see a place where people are determined and steadfastly loyal to their Brothers and Sisters. Hardworking, always striving for something better. Because they know they’re worthy of it. They’re ready for it.

Boots striking the cobblestones with purpose, Katya strode toward The Last Drop when it came into view.

Just as when she first entered the establishment almost a week ago, it was warm, inviting, and boisterous. The mismatched tables scattered across the main floor were packed; a small crowd was gathered round the billiards table whooping, hollering, and cheering on the two people playing; many stools at the bar were occupied by warm, mildly inebriated bodies. A twirl of indigo and a giggle caught her eye and ear, and she turned her head to see Annie setting down a tray of drinks at a table.

Relief washed over Katya’s bones to see that she was safe. She shared a laugh with the gruff looking man she had just served, sweetly shoving his shoulder. Turning, Annie’s eyes fell on her and they widened, as did her broad, beaming smile. In a flash, she was on the medic, wrapping her thin arms around her back.

“I’m glad you’re okay!” Annie sighed, tightening her hold.

Awkwardly, Katya settled her hands lightly on the other woman’s waist. “I should be saying that to you – “

“Van told me how you saved Benzo!” Annie whispered, knocking the other woman off balance as the hug tightened further. “You’re amazing!”

Katya grimaced against the shoulder pressing into her mouth. She had only done her job. And Benzo probably would’ve lived without her help. And she really wanted to be done with this conversation. And this hug.

Katya patted the tips of her fingers against Annie’s waist, hoping that she would get the hint to release her. She did.

“Are you here to check in on him?”

Katya nodded, and Annie looped their elbows together and guided her to the bar.

“I didn’t realize you worked here.”

“First night,” Annie chirped. “Van sent Cairn to ‘Zo’s shop to man it while he recovers. I offered to help here. Beats being a fishwife. I’m hoping he hires me on for good,” she raised her dark brows and held up her free hand, displaying entwined fingers.

Katya wobbled her head in an understanding fashion, pursing her lips together. Annie was impossibly light on her feet as she skirted them between crowded tables, and Katya felt like she could allow her eyes to meander through the establishment.

The booths tucked into The Last Drop’s walls and shadows were full, too, it seemed. Dense with people that wanted the libations the bar provided, but not the company; heads kept low to their drinks and bodies turned in to the private flicker of the tea-candle placed on their tables. Nearer to a staircase that led to the bar’s upper floors (storage space, perhaps?), she spied Sevika. She was seated next to a man who was wearing a rumpled Conveyor Car operator uniform. Katya assumed this was her father, based on his build and similar nose, hair and skin color. He was currently dealing hands of cards to the three men in front of him, plus one for himself. Sevika’s gaze remained loosely, almost appearing bored, on the booth’s candle. But Katya knew better.

While working in the clinic, Sevika had told her that her father would take her with him when he went to play cards. She had taught herself how to count them, and had a knack for sussing out people’s tells. It was a gift her father exploited, although Sevika did not fuss about it. The money she helped him ‘win’ kept food on the table for their large family of eleven.

It had been fleeting, but Katya had seen the painful wish in her friend’s eyes when she told her about their scheme. While Sevika had not been shy about bemoaning her father, her heart ached for his approval and validation.

From what Katya could surmise, he was a short-tempered, volatile man whose favorite child – the eldest of his brood, a son – was imprisoned at Stillwater on trumped up trespassing and burglary charges. And he was not unclear in how he felt about the rest of his children, all daughters: He tolerated them. He kept his partner heavy with child after child until she finally bore him another son. It was a short, bloody delivery that had killed her, but at least she had bookended his lineage with male heirs.

The boy had to be at least eight years of age now, and despite not being a working member of the family yet, had taken the mantle as their father’s favorite. Never mind Sevika toiling in the mines and making his gambling fruitful, never mind his other daughters working in the mines, cleaning homes in the Promenade, or working in the Undercity’s brothels. Never mind the notion that they were all his children.

The young boy carried the weight of his father’s unobserved hopes and expectations. And his siblings suffocated under it. It made Katya’s own heart clench, and she was grateful that she never questioned her own father’s love for her.

Not wanting to distract Sevika from her job, Katya tore her eyes away and instead observed Vander as she and Annie approached the bar. He did not seem as jovial as he had the first time she’d seen him. His eyes were distant, the smiles he gave customers not lifting up to them. His movements were stiff, the fluidity she had seen him move with that first night dried up in the wake of a botched job. His eyes widened as she and Annie arrived at the bar top.

“Fill ‘er up!” Annie sang, placing the serving tray down.

Vander placed several large, mismatched mugs on her tray.

“Table seven.”

“Right . . . which one is that?”

A weary sigh escaped from the barman’s mouth. “The one to the right of the jukebox.”

“My right or their right?”

“Jus’ . . . whichever table has the same number of people as there are drinks on the tray.”

“You got it, bossman!”

With more pep than necessary, Annie whisked back into the crowded bar, the full serving tray held aloft.

“She’s . . . enthusiastic,” Katya commented after a beat.

“Yeah, she . . .” Vander broke off, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. He glanced around the bar at his customers. “Anyone need anythin’ right now?”

Heads wobbled in the negative and a couple tankards were lifted in thanks, warm smiles glowing across drunken faces. Vander tossed his towel under the bar and nodded his head in the direction of the backrooms. Katya followed quietly, keeping her lips pressed shut until they had left the warm and welcoming atmosphere of the bar behind.

“How is he?” she asked once they were in the dimly lit safety of The Drop’s living quarters.

“He’s been sleepin’ most’a the day,” Vander replied in a rumbly murmur. “I got ‘im situated in the room. I sent Cairn t’work at his shop ‘til he’s able to move about.”

“Annie mentioned.” Katya paused nervously before she asked the next question. “What about Beckett?”

“He’s fine, too.”

“I saw him today. At the docks. He was being questioned by Enforcers – “

Vander turned to face her and planted his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at her with empathetic eyes.

“I know,” he whispered. “He already told us. He didn’ say anything t’give us away. Topside’s riled up but they don’ seem t’know what happened.” He gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “We’re okay, Sister.”

A shaky breath blew from Katya’s nose and she willed the fearful sting behind her eyes to subside. Vander released her and led her to a small room off the main hallway. It was dark and he reached past her to turn on the chem-lamp, making the room glow and flicker with orangey-yellow light.

Benzo was set up on a small twin bed. His upper body bolstered by many pillows and his injured leg awkwardly elevated with even more. He groaned quietly and his bleary eyes squinted against the blooming light. He blinked a few times before his gaze slid into focus and was able to take the two visitors in. His heavy arm barely lifted from his side as he attempted to greet them.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice crackling from exhaustion and the yelling he did the night before.

Katya swiftly stepped to his bedside and placed a hand on his forehead. The fever had worsened since this morning, but she expected that.

“How are you feeling?”

Benzo cleared his throat and said, “Grand.”

Katya smirked despite herself and took a seat on the stool at his bedside. She was pleased to see a glass and large pitcher of water on the end table, along with a roll of gauze, a brown bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and a bottle of painkillers.

“We redressed ‘im when we got back,” Vander said behind her. “Got ‘im some food n’ water. Gave ‘im the meds, just like you said. I’ve checked in on ‘im a few times since then. Been sleepin’ mostly.”

“He’s been a right mother hen,” Benzo joked.

“That’s good,” she said to them both. “I’m going to take a look at your wound, if that’s alright.”

“Be my guest, Lass.”

With practiced skill and careful fingers, Katya unwound the wrappings from Benzo’s leg and inspected the injury. Red and inflamed; the skin around the stitches puffy and oozing.

“Can I get a clean damp rag and soap, please, Vander?”

The barman nodded and left the room.

“Have you been scratching at it?” she asked, pouring a glass of water.

“Been tryin’ not to,” he answered, accepting the drink with wobbly hands. Katya kept her fingers grasping the cup’s base as he lifted the lip of it to his mouth.

His gulps were painful and stilted.

“That’s good,” she repeated. Benzo grimaced and she lowered the cup. He wrestled down the lump of water, and he leaned his head back on the mountain of pillows. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno. Dunno what time it is now even.”

Katya nodded her head and set the glass back down on the bedside table. Vander returned with the damp rag and a bar of soap, and she began gently cleaning Benzo’s stitches.

“When did he last eat, Vander?”

“’Fore I opened fer the evenin’,” he answered, standing behind her. “So, ‘bout four hours ago. Some bread n’ broth. And a couple o’ pain pills. He won’ stomach much else.”

Katya nodded and set the dirtied rag and soap aside. “That’s pretty normal. If your appetite does not return in a couple days, then we will worry.”

Vander watched her take up the roll of gauze and brown bottle, mentally taking notes as she ripped a swatch of gauze from the roll and dosed it lightly with the alcohol. The sharp smell of the stuff filled the air and Benzo went green around his wide jaw. Lurching forward, Vander seized the water pitcher and forced the rim between his Brother’s lips. Katya squawked as her seat was jostled by the sudden appearance of the barman.

“Drink, mate,” he insisted. “An’ breathe.”

As Benzo carefully gulped, Vander placed a hand on Katya’s shoulder to steady her.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he sheepishly apologized. “I didn’ wan’im spewin’ all over you.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied, peering over Benzo’s bare thigh, “but thank you. This is going to sting.”

Katya placed the saturated gauze over the stitching, and the hiss and groan that ripped from Benzo’s mouth echoed into the pitcher.

“Fuck that hurts!” he growled, as she gingerly wiped the raised skin and thread.

Tossing the used gauze away, Katya adhered a clean bandage over the wound and then wrapped his thick thigh up with the remaining gauze. Her brows dipped with concern as the end of the roll escaped past her fingers. She tucked it into one of the pleats. Her fingertips brushed through her bangs and settled against her temples, pressing into the thin skin there.

“I will need to figure out a way to get more supplies,” she sighed.

She wished Silco had found her before the mine physicals, that way she could’ve calculated the Children of Zaun into the last order. She wouldn’t be able to get away with placing another large order so soon – especially without an impetus. It would raise questions.

But they wouldn’t be able to get away with such a meager supply for long.

Katya hadn’t felt this particular worrying squeeze round her stomach since her father’s death. The nauseating puzzle of figuring out how to make ends meet. Her small dinner churned unpleasantly in her stomach as a warm hand cupped her shoulder.

“We’ll figure it out, Lass,” came Vander’s reassuring voice. “I can put a word out t’the other Brothers n’ Sisters. See if they have anything they can spare.”

“We could also make do with substitutes, couldn’ we?” Benzo offered. “That stuff smells as sharp as the dreck you get from Freljord. Could we use that to clean cuts n’ scrapes instead o’ the medicine stuff?”

A small, reluctant chuckle huffed out from Katya’s throat. They weren’t wrong. They could figure it out. It had just been a long time since anyone but her figured problems out . . .

Her fingers twitched at her temple as she thought about resting her hand on top of Vander’s. She decided against it and let both her hands drop to her lap.

But she did say, “Yes, that would suffice. It is a good idea. We will still need more supplies, though.”

Vander’s hand squeezed her shoulder and then he knelt down at her side. “We will get more, Sis. Don’ you worry. ‘Sides if you could patch ‘Zo up with only what was in your home, ‘M sure we could craft a whole infirmary with bits n’ bobs from the Lanes.”

Katya’s head nodded absently, distantly. Vander watched her hollow and tired face.

“Katya,” he began. Her gold eyes slid over to his earnest, silver ones. “We’re gonna be okay. You n’ your brother are gonna be okay.”

“I’ve an idea,” Benzo slurred. The two looked over to him in interest. “We can’t rely on only you t’fix n’bandage. We can’ go breakin’ down your door e’erytime one of us goes n’ gets hurt. What if you taught the other Brothers n’ Sisters some o’ the basics at least? Make it part o’ the meetings. Whattaya think, Van?”

Vander hummed in an affirming note. “Not a bad thought. Perhaps you should get hurt more often, ‘Zo. You’ve never had such a good idea ‘til now.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“What d’ya think, Sis?” Vander asked, ignoring Benzo and turning to Katya. “Think you could teach us Sumprats somethin’?”

Katya gnawed the inside of her cheek. Eventually, she nodded.

“Yes, I suppose I could do that.”

“Sev could help ya,” Benzo added cheerfully. “Just like ol’ times, yeah?”

Another, more purposeful, chuckle tumbled out of her. Strangely enough, she felt lighter; her stomach and the worry around it soothed.

After a few more minutes, Benzo drifted back into an uncomfortable sleep and Katya and Vander quietly left the guest room.

“C’mon,” Vander murmured, jerking his head toward the door that led to the bar, “let me get’ya sumit to drink.”

Katya shook her head.

“No. Thank you, though. I need to get back home.”

“Just a quick one,” he insisted. “Somethin’ t’warm you up and thank ya.”

Katya’s fingers nervously pulled at the loose thread within the pockets of her coat.

“Okay. Yes, thank you.”

“There’s a Lass,” Vander said brightly, and opened the door for her.

The sudden increase in ambient volume and the shift in light made her wince. She followed the mountain of a man back to the bar, and took up a stool as he wound back to his station behind the heavily lacquered expanse of wood.

“Was Sil right?” he suddenly asked. Katya’s spine straightened and her brows took refuge behind the curtain of her bangs. Her face felt suddenly warm, and she slid her coat from her shoulders, letting it bunch and pool between her and the back of the stool.

“About you likin’ stronger stuff,” Vander clarified, smoothing over her confusion.

“Oh, er – yes,” she stumbled. “I like whisky. In tea, if you have it.”

Vander grinned. “Aye, I do. Lemon?”

“Yes, please.”

Vander set about topping off other patrons and making Katya her drink. Annie appeared with her tray and list of orders. Katya rested her elbows on the countertop and threaded her fingers together tightly. Her gaze drifted over the busy bar. Sevika and her father looked pleased at their table, while the other players looked annoyed and worried, fingertips rubbing the bridges of their noses and temples.

Annie dropped off her order and before she could tend to her next customers, Beckett traipsed through The Drop’s door and she squealed high and shrill, her raspy whistle of a voice cutting over the crowd and causing patrons to look up. She cut over to him and flung herself into his arms, mashing her mouth against his. A flurry of chuckles and weak whistles warbled through the crowd, and Katya heard Vander let out an annoyed groan behind her.

“OI! Quit snoggin’ an’ get back to servin’!”

Chuckles morphed into sympathetic whimpers and moans as the couple giggled and pulled away from one another. Annie clasped Beckett’s hand in hers and led him to the bar, setting him up on the stool next to Katya, before presenting her empty tray to Vander. He looked decidedly exasperated with his new waitress, but Annie didn’t seem to notice, her smile wide and bright as ever.

“That party over there,” she said, jutting her head over to a cluster of tables, “wants another round!”

Vander gave her a grumpy look before loading her tray up and waving her off.

“Usual, Becks?”

Beckett removed the cap he was wearing and ran a rough hand through his flame orange hair. “Please, Van. It’s been a long, stupid day.” He then turned to Katya and said, “You had a long, stupid night from the sounds of it.”

Katya’s shoulders tensed at his cavalier-ness, and she resisted the urge to give the young man the same dressing down she had given Vander the night before. Instead, she simply nodded and muttered, “It was not ideal.”

Beckett nodded and gratefully accepted the frothy tankard Vander slid across the bar top. A surprisingly pretty and dainty teacup and saucer was placed in front of Katya. She quietly thanked Vander, and pinched the lemon wedge over the steaming tea. The oil from the peel spritzed into the air and slicked the tips of her fingers. The sharp scent of citrus cut through the blanket of heady ale and warmth of dried sweat like a dart. A small, appreciative smile curled her upper lip. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had fresh lemon. She used the small spoon nestled into the lip of the saucer to stir the tea, lemon, and whisky together before delicately lifting the cup to her lips.

“Cheers, Sister.”

The interruption to her reverie jolted her, and she looked over to Beckett. He was grinning at her and presenting his mug of beer. She tipped the rim of her cup towards his and they gently clinked. He took a hefty swig and she gently nipped at the warm surface of her drink.

It was good. And the company wasn’t too bad either, she decided.

“To your likin’?” Vander asked, eying her.

Katya peered at him from over the rim and smiled. She nodded.

“It’s very good. Thank you.”

He smiled back. Her guard had lessened since their first meeting, and she could see the honesty in his face. It shone through his grey eyes and gleamed off of his straight teeth. It nestled in the lines of his smile and lived in the ruddiness of his cheeks.

His gaze tilted over her head, and his eyes widened and brightened. The honesty shifted into carefully tempered glee.

“Wasn’ expectin’ to see you tonight.”

Katya glanced over her shoulder, and her heart gave a couple firm taps against the base of her throat as Silco sauntered up to the bar. The slim woman she had spied the day before in the Promenade was at his side. Up close, it was much easier to see that she was, indeed, his mother. Like her son, everything about her was slender: her frame, her face, her hands. Katya could only imagine the fits the foremen had put up when she resigned from being a Slipper – her build was ideal for the job.

Her eyes were the same shape and bright teal as her son’s, as was the angle of her brow. Her hair was long and straight, jet like Silco’s but occasionally glittered with strands of silver. She had a similar mouth and jaw shape, a chin that was just shy of being too weak. But where her features were softened – whether by time or disposition – Silco’s were sharp. Besides his nose and height, it was the starkest difference between the two.

Silco slotted himself between Katya and the vacant stool next to her. He glanced down at her, lips and brows tilting in greeting. She returned the look briefly before bringing her attention back to her tea, confused and embarrassed by the pink-warm heat blooming around her ears.

“I wanted to bring you something,” came Silco’s mother’s voice in answer. It was low, despite her petite frame, and smooth save for how it crackled slightly at the end of her sentence. Like a gramophone with a dirty needle. Katya wasn’t sure if that was how she sounded, or if it was a result of her sickness.

From her satchel, Enyd pulled out a small loaf of bread wrapped in a tea towel and handed it to Vander. He took it from her, gratitude radiating off of him.

“Thanks, Ms. E,” he murmured. He stowed the gift below the counter. “Can I get’cha somethin’ t’drink? Sil?”

“I suppose we could take you up on that offer,” Enyd agreed happily, perching herself on a stool.

Silently, Silco slid onto the one between her and Katya, being mindful not to jostle the medic or her drink. They exchanged another glance; she was uncertain as to whether or not she should say anything. She opted for another sip of her tea.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Silco said, gesturing to her. “Smells good.”

Vander’s thick eyebrows pinched together. “Ye want tea? Since when?”

“He’ll join me for a cuppa every now and again,” Enyd confirmed.

“You want. . . tea,” Vander repeated, the upward lilt of the question giving way to a staggered baffled statement.

“With whisky, but yes,” Silco insisted.

Vander’s head shook slightly in disbelief, shaggy brown hair sweeping over his eyes. “Same for you, Ms. E?”

“A finger of that spirit from Freljord, if you please.”

Vander nodded and went about preparing his two new orders.

“I heard you had a busy night last night,” Enyd said when the drinks were placed in front of her and her son.

The statement made Vander stop in his tracks. His wide eyes found Silco’s. Katya’s shoulders seized and Beckett nearly spat out his drink. Silco, however, seemed unphased.

“The Drop was jammed last night,” he reminded. “I had to stay after to help you clean up. Benzo was passed out on the billiard table. Remember? Or was it so harrowing that you’ve already blocked it out.”

Vander blinked and gave a sheepish chuckle. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. Guess I did try n’ block it out. It was hellish!”

“Did Benzo make it back home alright?” Enyd asked, gently swiveling the bottom of her rocks glass on the counter. “I tried to visit his shop this morning and it wasn’t open.”

Vander’s eyes briefly flicked over to Silco before saying, “Oh y-yeah. He made it out all right. Not ‘til the afternoon, but he managed t’stagger home – “

“I don’ ‘member seein’ any you lot las’ night,” a sleepy slur interrupted. The cluster of five looked over to the right to see a wizened Trencher hunched over his stein. His cloudy eyes lifted to Vander’s. “Wasn’ that young kid with the dark skin n’ white hair mannin’ the bar? I don’ ‘member it bein’ any busier than any other Friday.”

Before anyone could answer or correct the drunk interloper, The Drop’s doors opened and the chatter and cheeriness that had been filling the bar faded away. The sudden loss of ambience caused the occupants at the bar to swivel in their seats and see why the mood had shifted.

It was readily apparent.

Five Enforcers had entered the bar. Three of them donned the traditional and menacing full-face masks and helmets, their hands a little too eagerly wrapping around the rifles held to their armored chests. The two that had led the small cavalcade inside wore only respirators, which they simultaneously loosened from their jaws and let hang around their necks, the apparatuses hissing and slightly smoking as the filtration system within deactivated.

Katya’s mind roared and went blank all at once. Her blood rushed and pushed under her skin and pounded in her ears. Her stomach tumbled to her feet while its contents threatened to ascend into her throat. Her muscles quaked, spasmed, and acted on their own. One moment she was pivoted toward the doors, the next she had spun back to face the bar, her nails clawing at the lacquered surface. She felt one of her boots drop to the floor, but before her body could make to stand and escape, a strong and firm hand wrapped around her upper arm. The sensation of being touched, being held, grounded her back into her body with a jolt.

“Stay,” Silco murmured to her, his tone firmly edged in an order. Then, “I got you.”

Katya sipped in a small breath at his words and focused on the warmth and solidness of his grip, instead of the fear that threatened to paralyze and implode her all at once.

Behind the bar, Vander’s face had gone stony. He brought himself up to his full, imposing height and growled, “Can I help you?”

The male counterpart of the two identifiable Enforcers stepped forward. A large bronze badge gleamed upon his barrel-sized chest.

“I’m Sheriff LeDaird,” he said, resonant voice filling the space easily. “This is Captain Grayson,” he gestured to the younger woman a couple feet behind him. “I’m looking to see if anyone has any information about an attempted robbery at Piltover’s Southside docks last night.”

No one said anything. The confrontational silence did not seem to bother LeDaird; he’d worked as an Enforcer long enough to expect it from Undercity citizens. His eyes swept across the full bar, taking in the angry and distrustful faces with practiced coolness. Some older, grizzled individuals he recognized from his long time in the force (and from booking some of them). He was starting to learn some of the younger ones, but most were unfamiliar to him.

His gaze drifted back to the young man behind the bar. It wasn’t in his intimidating height or build that made it easy for LeDaird to imagine his visage on a wanted poster. It was the frothing, rabid look in his eyes. Like a hound eying a wolf stalking its flock, trying to decide whether it should attack or protect.

Like a beast barely tethered to its chain.

Decisively, LeDaird took another step forward.

“A small group of about four or five tried to rob a small freighter that was carrying very precious and specific cargo,” he began. Behind him, Captain Grayson began to meander through the outskirts of the crowd, her eyes sharp and watchful.

“An officer was assaulted,” the Sheriff continued, “and the resulting foot chase led to a brief firefight. We believe one of the perpetrators was shot and wounded.”

LeDaird paused, eyes keen to pick out any telltale reaction among the faces in front of him. He only found unyielding hate and suspicion. Except for the young woman at the bar, back partially turned to him, shoulders hunched protectively up to her ears. The young man at her side was leaned in towards her, but his icy eyes and sneer were fixed on the sheriff.

LeDaird flicked his gaze over to Grayson. She caught it, along with the order. Although her unhurried pace through the bar didn’t change, the intention in her eyes did.

“We are just looking for information,” LeDaird repeated, adding an empathetic twang to his deep voice.

“An’ your jus’ upsettin’ my customers,” the barman snarled back. Low, affirmative grumbles vibrated through the crowd.

Grayson meandered past a group that had been playing cards. She glanced at the too-young girl that sat just behind the man that must’ve been her father. Her lips pulled into a disproving line but kept moving. It wasn’t the time for questions beyond what they were already seeking.

“You own this establishment?” LeDaird asked, folding his hands behind his back.

“I do,” answered Vander, upper lip curling.

LeDaird couldn’t help the derisive sniff the blew through his wide nose. “You seem awfully young to own such a place. How old are you?”

“Dunno,” Vander snapped hotly. “Was dropped at Hope House as a babe. Nuns kicked me out after ‘bout seven or so years. Worked in the mines fer while, before startin’ up here. The old owner left it to me. I got the paperwork if ya wanna see it.”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” LeDaird responded. A low sigh, deflated his chest before he changed tactics. “There is a monetary award to anyone who has information about this crime that leads to arrests of any of the individuals who committed it.”

He saw a few of the wary gazes flash with interest and he spurred on.

“Anyone who comes forward will be kept anonymous and protected.”

A round of disbelieving ‘tsks’ hissed through the crowd, as if LeDaird were standing in a pit of vipers. Maybe he was.

Grayson continued her slow but purposeful journey to the bar. Her calculated gaze steady as it swept over the suspicious faces around her. As she neared her target, her stoic demeanor shifted. The gears in her mind whirring and clicking into place to present something softer, for she saw in the young woman the telltale signs of someone on the brink of an emotional or mental break.

Her eyes were wide enough that the whites of them could be seen all the way around her amber irises. Her body was taut as a bow string, and it occasionally vibrated when the tension built too much. Her skin was drained to a sickly white, and as Grayson drew closer, she spied a small puddle underneath the woman’s stool.

Her behavior was definitely suspicious but Grayson knew that a softer, kinder approach would be necessary to speak with someone in such a state. Barreling after her would not get any questions answered and likely would stir up some sort of altercation.

The captain brushed past the young man with the bright orange hair she had seen earlier that day at the Undercity’s docks (a detail that she noted very carefully) and set a gloved hand gently on the bar next to the young woman’s straining one.

“Miss,” Grayson hushed, “are you alright?”

The young woman pulled away, but whether if that was her own response or the fact that the young man who sat on her opposite side had jerked her back, Grayson did not know. The sudden commotion - quiet though it was - shattered the precarious peace in The Last Drop.

A number of seated bodies around the main room leapt to their feet. Chairs screeched against the floor and angry voices boiled up. The three masked Enforcers that had remained near The Drop’s door assumed more threatening postures and readied their firearms.

Back at the bar, Katya crumpled in on herself, her hands clawing around her ears.

“Stop!” LeDaird boomed over the din. He gestured angrily at his officers, “Stand down! Back in your seats!” he yelled to the room.

The patrons did no such thing, glowering and yelling obscenities at the officers. Vander watched from his spot behind the bar, the wheels in his mind turning furiously. He would love nothing more than to crush and pound these pigs. However, he also did not want to play into a riot; not right here, not right now. His eyes flashed down towards Katya’s rigid and trembling form, her words from the night before fighting through the buzzing rage in his veins.

“OI! SI’DOWN!”

He internally winced to see the already frightened woman flinch again, but his boom of a voice had the desired effect: stunned silence fell over The Drop. Customers and Enforcers alike appeared shocked and small. Obediently, the Trenchers that had shot from their seats slowly lowered themselves back into them. Both LeDaird and Grayson seemed to struggle with not reacting to Vander’s command of the room.

Squaring her shoulders, Grayson went to readdress the young woman.

“Miss, are you – “

“She doesn’t like Enforcers,” hissed the young man gripping her arm. Grayson would be loathe to admit that his icy glare prickled and numbed her insides, as if her veins were on the verge of frostbite. “She’s had bad experiences with you lot. Can you believe it?” he added with a condescending lilt.

From behind him, she heard an anxious female’s voice whisper, “Silco!”

“Nobody wants t’talk,” the bar’s young owner harshly proclaimed. “If anyone changes their mind, I’m sure they’ll find you.”

Grayson took a step back, mindful to make it seem like she was the one choosing to move and not because she was intimidated by the ruffian behind the bar. She shot a glance back to LeDaird. The Sheriff’s brow set and he grimaced.

“Now, kindly get out of my bar,” Vander ground through his teeth.

LeDaird’s frown deepened, but he set his shoulders and strode back to the bar’s front. Grayson elegantly wove in behind him. Without any further exchanges of words, the Enforcers left The Last Drop.

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