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[pleaktale]

aahh hello! i hope you're well ^^

ive been having a bit of a rough time personally, if you're comfortable with it could you write ekko (or hobie honestly i love them both) just. comforting a reader having issues with self worth/abandonment problems?

if not that's totally okay :0

I love this request so much AHHH!! Thank you anon, I hope this can bring some comfort to you, made it real sweet just in case <3 (chose Ekko because I was so excited to write something about him!!) Word count: 1.1k Warnings: Reader has low self steem, fear of abandonment, questionings Tags: Ekko x best friend!gn!Reader, hurt/comfort, Ekko being the best leader ever, fluff, tw self worth issues, tw death talks?, mention of Y/N once, Reader is described as shorter than Ekko, Reader and Ekko are adults in the Firelights Enjoy ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Cleaning at the Firelights base was usually your thing, let it be dusting off the shelves of the small library, or organizing once again the plants around the area with the kids, you never really went out for the battles. You couldn’t for a couple of reasons, the number one being Ekko’s protective self scared of anything happening to you.

So you accepted your obligations at the place you now call home. It wasn’t bad, you always chatted with others, helped out with the food, took care of the children when needed, it was pretty much a peaceful life despite the moments you had to help out mending your people from the battles.

But something still gnawed at your soul. A feeling you tried to keep to yourself because it wasn’t really worth discussing it with others, they had bigger problems, right?

That may be true in a certain point of view, but Ekko could see right through you. Being friends for so long can give you that kind of power over the other. So his eyes kept glancing at you while you dusted off the new books he brought from the last patrol, noticing the tension on your shoulders.

“You’re not talkin’ today,” Ekko pointed out, taking a subtle glance at you before turning the page of the book he took to flip out. His voice echoing in the quiet place did have you opening your eyes a little more, pulling you out the train of thoughts you were currently drowning into.

“I thought you were reading,” you reply back, placing the book back on the shelf and turning to face him, his expression of “spill it” making your shoulders slump. “What now? Can’t have a quieter day any more?”

Ekko chuckles, watching you go back to your task, “Not when I’m here.” His boots clank into the hardwood floor as he walks towards you, taking the book from your hands and placing it at the higher shelf which you rolled your eyes at.

“You can’t keep doing this just because I’m the only other adult you’re taller than,” you huff out, which he smirks at before glancing back down at you, hands by his sides but gingerly making their way to yours. “Yes, I can. Now come on, I know the quiet you.”

You sigh, looking down at the book in your hands, a copy of a fairy tale. “It’s just…” your eyes try to avoid his, but a single glance and your courage is out of your lungs. “Sorry, I– I shouldn’t bother you with dumb things.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Ekko called out, pulling you back by the arm gently as you tried to sneak away from him, his caring eyes over you, “who said anything 'bout it being dumb? I asked you, not the other way around.”

You stare at him, big eyes trying to make sense of what he’s saying. Yes, it did make sense, but how can you change your mind in such a short time after thinking like this your whole life?

“Am I enough here, Ekko?” you ask quietly, eyes fluttering down, away from him. The question fell out of your lips like a fishbone being ripped out from your throat, but his warm hands in your arms brought you back to reality.

“You are more than enough, Y/N,” his fingers slid down until they reached your hand, intertwining with your fingers. “Why do you ask that?” he breathed out the question, not really understanding where did you come from with it, you were one of his foundations, being by his side since childhood. Even after everything that happened to your lives.

“It’s just that-” you stop yourself, gathering your thoughts before you become a rambling mess of unresolved feelings. You breathe in, and let it out, just like Ekko taught you before. “I’m just here, you know? Dusting off shelves, tending crops, looking out for the kids and so on… You do so much out there, risking your life, providing for us, what if one day you just-” you take your breath once again, fingers tightening around his. “What I do… Is this really enough?”

Ekko stares at you with wide eyes. How could you not see all that you do like he does?

“You could be at your house, reading books and baking cakes,” he starts, eyes softening as he gives a squeeze back to your hand, “it’d still be more than enough, alright?” You look back up at him, eyes glossy with the tears prickling the corner of your eyes, Ekko was quick to wipe them with his thumb. The act pulls out a small smile from you.

“And there’s not gonna be ‘one day that I just-’, understand?” he continues, your heart clenching inside your ribcage at the mere thought of it happening. Ekko pulls you in, hugging your form, a hand gliding through your hair. “Either it be me leaving, me dying, me turning into a purple rat,” you laugh into his chest at the thought of him as a rat, which he smiled proudly of his accomplishment.

“You’re enough,” he says and you hold in your tears, hugging him tighter, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

You take a shaky breath in, untangling yourself from his arms just enough to see his face, his hands already on the works to get the tear stains out of your face. His mocking pout makes you chortle, “Thank you,” you say it in a small voice, leaning into his palm.

Ekko gives you a quick kiss to the forehead, looking back at you. “I’m just bringin’ you back to reality, what you do here is fundamental for all of us. If you don’t tend the crops, if you don’t look out for the kids, me and the others wouldn’t be able to be patrolling while worrying about those things. You are fundamental.”

More tears stream down your face, but they’re quite happy now, his words bringing comfort to your worrying heart. “If you keep this up I’ll cry until night time and no one’s gonna get dinner,” you joke, a cracking chuckle leaving your lips which Ekko found endearing.

“Okay, enough of emotional words, I want your food,” he jokes back, wiping the remnants of your tears from your face. “But you understand, yeah? We’re on the same page here,” Ekko asks, leaning his forehead to yours and staring at your eyes with raised eyebrows, making you laugh at the view.

“I do.” Ekko makes a small commemoration with one hand, whispering ‘yessss’ to himself. You lean back laughing, thankful for having him in your life.

Maybe Ekko was right. There’s no such thing as not being enough. You are enough for something or someone, maybe even fundamental, you just can’t know sometimes. So you shove Ekko’s words into the depths of your mind, making roots out of it. Taking his hand in yours, you both head to the farm to grab things for dinner.

Maybe that’s enough of a life, too.

your honor I love him (•ᴖ•｡) hope you liked it, until next time <3

© pleaktale

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[x-reader-things]

omg bro i’ve been actuallly dying for someone to do buff!reader x arcane characters headcanons - i’ve been working hard at the gym so i’d love to see it pay off with my fav characters pretty please !!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!!

I didn’t really get all of the characters on my list like I wanted to, so I just did Vi, Caitlyn, and Ekko. I lost motivation part of the way through and then Star Wars Rebels brainrot got to me and then I didn’t know what else to write, so this will have to to for now. I hope it’s alright.

I hope you enjoy too!! :DDD

“Look at you!”

Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko x Buff!Reafer [separate - could be perceived as either romantic or platonic]

Summary ; In which training hard gets their attention.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; None

Word Count ; 831

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Vi

Vi is pretty buff in her own right as well as you.

I mean c'mon, we've seen her in a tanktop. We've seen her back muscles and arm muscles.

All that time running around the Undercity and keeping herself busy while she was still locked up in prison really paid off.

And while you didn't exactly have the time to train in a jail cell, you certainly did when helping Ekko with the Firelights. You helped him build, and train others since the start of it all.

You both knew each other before everything that happened with Vander and Powder - Jinx - Powder? Whatever she went by nowadays - and Milo and Claggor. You weren't as buff back then like you were now. So when Vi met you again years later after Ekko let her see the Firelight hideout properly, she was pleasantly surprised.

"Look at you!", she had said in quiet astonishment.

"Look at me.", you said back with a smile. She draws you in for a hug. You both squeeze each other tightly. It's been... a long time.

"You filled out well", Vi comments softly in your ear.

"I wanted to be strong like you were", you tell her. "Plus the muscles look amazing on me. Lotta hard work to look like this."

"Well your hard work really paid off - seriously, look at you!" She pulls back, looking at you up and down, eyes roving over the muscles you had toned for months now in endearment. "You're not wrong, they look great on you."

Caitlyn

Caitlyn has had training herself as an enforcer. She's toned herself, but lean all the same.

The muscles are still visibly there, though, of course.

Now you, on the other hand? Buff. Bigger muscles, more sculpted but not to the point of what looks to be like dehydration. You've been working for them for months.

Years, even, at this point.

You weren't an enforcer by any means, but you were consistent in visiting the gym that Caitlyn usually trains at. That's how the two of you met, afterall.

Training in the gym.

One of the days you were both there, she was spotting you on one of the newer equipment that the gym had recently gotten. Courtesy of Caitlyn using her nobility status for personal gain.

And using friend privileges with Jayce who worked with the Piltoven council.

She was watching you as you worked, and her eyes caught onto the muscle she's seen you make yourself over the years.

Thinking back on it, she never really paid too much attention to the changes. It was gradual. She was already used to how buff you looked now, and however you looked before - which was probably still buff, but not as nearly as much as now.

She hummed with a proud look, patting your shoulder when you got off the equipment. "Sometimes I forget how hard you really work. Let’s go take a break and get some water. And maybe some lunch. I'll pay."

You can read through the lines when she gives your shoulder a squeeze. And you caught the way her eyes glanced over you. She was really proud of you, wasn't she?

"Lunch sounds perfect."

Ekko

You’ve been training with Ekko and the rest of the firelights for years at this point.

Well, it’s been seven years, but still years nonetheless.

Your progress was gradual, subtle in the ways that Ekko was already used to you being buff, much like you with him.

He was buff as well, much like you were. But as said before, you both trained together with the firelights. It was normal to see him the way he was, the way he was determined to stay strong - in more ways than one - and disrupt Silco’s horrible Shimmer business and regime in Zaun.

But much like with Caitlyn, sometimes he notices your gains in strength.

How your training has paid off.

You’d be just moving boxes of supplies for everyone in the hideout with him, ranging from medical supplies and medicines, foods and stuff for drinks, and parts for whatever Ekko and a couple of the other engineers create. Even extra toys and supplies for all the other kids you guys kept safe in the Hideout.

And after setting a box onto a pile in the supply room, Ekko glances in your direction, and just stares for a bit, resting his elbow against a metal shelf in the room. A smile ends up pulling at the corners of his mouth, even more so when you notice him looking at you.

“Everything good over there?”, you ask, raising a brow. You turn away and pick up another, smaller box, and stretch up to put the container someplace higher.

“Yeah.”, he chuckles lightly, turning back to the shelf. He pushed a couple of boxes to the side, making room for another. “Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t say it verbally, but the glint in his eyes do.

You look good, and you work hard.

He was proud.

[liyawritesss]

Hi! Hope you having a great day, do you still taking Arcane request. If so can you do a Ekko x GN reader where the two of them having really bad fight then the reader said they should take a break of this relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they too stubborn to said it.

It's been a week since that fight, the reader was a mechanic. They trying to fix something for a friend but ran out of things to fix, so the reader go out to find some supply. At that time the firelight was out fighting Silco's people, At first the reader choose to ignored but notice Ekko got injured from one of the guys that when the reader run out to help Ekko and the firelight beating those bad guys.

After a while helping Ekko get back to the try to make the wound better. The reader about to leave, returning to their work place. But Ekko pulling back, want to make up the fight before and didn't want their relationship to end like that. The reader apologize about that fight and they make up!

(You can make it a little drama like having a boy or girl got too comfy with Ekko or not your choice! Angst at the beginning then fluff in the end and sorry if my grammar bad, English isn't my first language)

ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ; ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ

Pairing: Arcane!Ekko x Black!Fem!Firelight!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 5.0k

Synopsis: When a minor mistake leads a stakeout mission astray, Ekko’s choice of words has you wondering where his emotions for you lie. It becomes apparent that even after seven years, the toic of discussion is one that still cuts deep for the both of you.

Warnings: cursing, show-accurate violence, mentions of drugs and drug-use (shimmer), mentions of guns & explosions, mentions of injuries

A/N: havent written for my man in a hot minute so thank you for this request! Absolutely adore Ekko, and while I think this could be way better, i know if I mess with it it wont be as good as I want it to be lmao. Sooooo here it is, hope you enjoy! Song Inspiration: “Devil Doesn’t Bargain”, “Boy in the Bubble”, and “Let Me Down Slowly” by Alec Benjamin, “lovely” by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid, “Broken Clocks” by SZA, “like that” by Bea Miller

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The air that surrounded the Firelight soldiers as the squad returned to the hideout could be described as something akin to tension.

It was heavy, weighing on the soldiers shoulders as the squad of five hung their battle wear and accessories in their respective cubbies for housing. No one dared to speak, for fear that the unbridled temper that was thinly veiled by their leader’s quiet demeanor would be unleashed if a word was spoken into the unanimously agreed upon silence.

It was thick, evident in the way the squad members pushed through the hot and sticky summer air to hang their belongings. The hesitance slowed their movements, careful not to cause any abrupt disturbances in the carefully crafted momentum that would guarantee the three other squad members precise escape from the gear room and into the open clearing of the sanctuary, where although the air was still blazing hot, it was better to breathe than the air inside, looming with hostility.

Three would find their escapes successful, returning to their individual rooms to release the stress that had settled in their muscles from the night's events. And although they had escaped the worst of it, something still lingered in their stomachs as the distance between them and the last two remaining squad members in the gear room grew.

It wasn’t just tension. It was apprehension.

White locs were dirtied with gunpowder and sweat, a thin layer of it also coating his dark cacao skin. A deep frown makes its way onto the leader’s face, frown lines prominent on his forehead, thick nose scrunched in vexation. He leaned against a nearby table, arms swollen and toned with muscle folded across his chest as he stared at the woman before him. He was trying to calm himself, formulate the words he would say in a way that wouldn’t be regrettable, but as the events of the night continued to replay in his mind, he found his efforts nugatory.

It wasn’t just tension; it was apprehension.

He watched the woman before him take her precious time in putting up her gear. She wasn’t ignorant to the tension in the room. She wasn’t ignorant, but she knew the cause of it. She knew the reason why she was taking her time in stripping off her coat, making sure it hung on the right hook by the right tag. She knew the reason behind taking extra care in extracting her mask from her face, placing the facial ornament flat onto the floor of the cubby. She knew the reason why she was taking extra care in removing her gloves instead of ripping them off like normal.

It wasn’t just tension.

It was apprehension.

“So,” the leader’s voice echoes out into the room, the first vocal sound to do so outside of the rustle of clothing against wood and clacking of the same material against the frame of the cubby made from metal. His voice  was deep, laced with madden, restrained, “wanna talk about what the fuck that was out there?”

“Nothing,” you responded, short and curt. You were biting your tongue, the both of you knew it. You were restraining yourself just as much as he was, “it was nothing-”

“Bullshit,” the white haired boy interjects, “you don’t do shit like that and call it ‘nothing’, (Y/N).”

He could see your jaw flexing, attempting to keep your mouth closed and your resolve intact as you stored away your last glove, closing the cubby door, all without looking at him. 

“I’m not doing this with you.” You firmly announce. Your pair of feet that had been stuck in the same position finally followed your will to move as you turned to the doorway, preparing to leave the room.

“You don’t have a choice, Captain!”

His voice is booming, thunderous like a God, and it commands you to halt your movements. The use of your title makes you grit your teeth, a tight breath slipping past your lips in a gamble for reclaiming your composure.

The leader pushes himself from his leaning position, standing firmly on his own two feet, hands coming together in a prayer motion in front of his face to stifle the agitation in his voice he was sure to let slip.

“We had a plan,” he says securely, though ironic in the current situation, “we had a plan to track movement. We had a plan to solely track that shipment; why the fuck did you divert from the plan?”

This wasn’t just tension; it was apprehension.

“The fuck do you want me to say, Ekko?” You seeth through gritted teeth, slowly but surely turning to face the boy behind you. “What the fuck is there to say?”

There’s an intensity in the air that comes from the severity of the situation at hand. Both of you restraining yourselves from enacting a yelling match, attempting to prevent the inevitable; trying to remain civil for each other’s sakes. Because if anyone knew how badly this could end, it would be the both of you.

“I fucked up,” you admit, though that was already evident in the heated silence that followed the squad home, “I made a fucking mistake. Is that what you want to hear?”

“No,” Ekko answers imply, “no, that’s not what I want to hear. Because that’s bullshit, too.”

“Excuse me?” You scoff, your expression mixed with shock and disbelief. “How are you gonna tell me about what I did? You think I don’t know what a fucking mistake is-”

“That wasn’t no fucking ‘mistake’, (Y/N)!” Ekko interjects again, and it’s the subtlety of which he does so that begins to spark an ember in your core with him. 

“We been in this game- we been together- for seven years, (Y/N),” the brown eyed boy continues, “seven fucking years. You think I don’t know your mistakes by now? You think I don’t know you?”

Of course he does, you think. Otherwise he wouldn’t be as angered as he is right now. 

“I know what it was,” he proclaims, pointing at you in an accusatory motion “it was your head.”

“My head?” You reiterate, said limb on your body tilting to the side, a growing annoyance evident in your voice. “What about my head, Ekko?”

“You really gon’ make me say it out loud?”

“Yes, cuz I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

It was a lie; you knew very well what he was referencing. You weren’t sure how it was so easy for such words to spill from your lips. Maybe it was because of the suddenness of this confrontation, despite knowing it was bound to happen. You’d played every plausible scenario of how this exact moment would play out, attempting to prepare yourself for Ekko’s questioning, and the inevitable argument that would take place. Maybe it was because you wanted him to hurry this charade along, despising his natural skill of dragging things on for far longer than what they needed to be.

“I have you as my sniper for a reason,” Ekko begins, “I have you as my second in command for a reason. Not because you’re the only person I’ve got left-” a fib of his own spills from his lips, but addressing it would not steer the conversation anywhere but in circles, “-not because you’re my fucking girlfriend, but because you proved that you could always hold a chill head. That you could take the orders given. That you could make the calls when I can't.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to a point eventually, Ek.” You scoff, refraining from rolling your eyes as he lectured you as if you were still children, holled up in an alleyway on the streets of the Undercity, hiding from enforcer soldiers.

“Whatever the fuck that was out there, was not a calm and chill head. So I need you to tell me,” Ekko steps closer, the sound of his combat boots echoing throughout the tattered walls of the gear room, “what did you see that knocked you off?”

“This is ridiculous, Ekko,” you profess, “what’re you gonna do if I don’t?” Take me off the tracking team? Demote me?”

Perhaps it wasn’t wise to say such daring words to the very leader of the rebellion you swore your life to. If there was anything about Ekko that was redeeming, it was his unyielding devotion to owning his title and standing on his word. And as he stands before you, an arms length away with chocolate brown irises blazing into yours with a fire so hot it could scorch your own fierce ones, there’s a gnawing at your stomach that tells you that he absolutely would. 

“You think I won’t?”

Silence filled the already tension-thick atmosphere, seeping into the folds and making it all the more unbearable. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stared at each other in a battle of will, a common practice the two of you engaged in whenever a disagreement arised. Without an audience, the glares in exchange lasted for what felt like minutes, hours. 

And Ekko wasn’t backing down.

“Are you serious?” You muttered through gritted teeth. “All this over a dumb mistake that will never happen again?”

“It was a mistake that could have costed us lives!” Ekko bellows once more, and if it weren't for it being the second time he had raised his voice, you may have flinched by the volume it had risen to. “We can’t afford to make mistakes, (Y/N) - especially with what we do - you know that more than anyone here!”

“And it wont happen again!” You declared, garnering agitation in your voice from having to repeat yourself more than you would like to. 

“And how can I know that, (Y/N)!?” Ekko shouts, challenging your words once more, and it more than suggests to you that he doesn’t believe them. He knows you’re not telling him everything, and it irks him to his core.

You turn once again with a mission to leave, even getting your feet to start moving, but that doesn’t stop Ekko from continuing to speak his mind. “What’s so hard about telling me what you saw!?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it was nothing?”

“You can tell me a thousand times and I still won’t believe you-” the white haired boy rebutted, “because this isn’t you, (Y/N)!”

You weren’t sure for how long your back and forth ensued. Countless minutes of shouting back and forth, overlapping words, pleas to come clean, pleas to forget. This kind of situation wasn’t unfamiliar territory for the two of you. Ekko had a lot of weight on his shoulders, a lot of trauma he hadn’t yet faced, that he had pushed deep down to never be addressed. You understood, because you related. 

You both were there that night. You both witnessed the same act of monstrosity from the sworn enemy of your people’s leader. It was the very catalyst for the current occupation the both of you shared as leaders in a dwindling community, striving for peace and unadulterated existence while simultaneously fighting against the overwhelming clutch Silco’s grasp held on Zaun.

The woman you had become was because of that bastard's treachery and cruelty, who played a game that cost the lives of thousands. A woman of practicality, precision and calculated action. In this world there was very little room for emotion. Years ago, you wouldn’t gotten roughed up a little, but now, it got you a one-way ticket to the green, polluted waters of the desolate sewer system to be feasted on by the rats…and whatever other poor monstrosities that came from SIlco’s Shimmer.

Ekko knows this. Ekko knows all of it. Which is why he finds himself so frustrated that you won’t talk to him. It’s only in the midst of his grunting and growling that it clicks to him. A possibility as to why you acted out of such a practiced routine. Yet, he doesn’t know if he should rejoice about his revelation, or grow even more heated.

“You saw her.”

Three words that seemed to silence the world spilled from his lips in a breathy gasp. He knows he’s right when your lips come together in a tight line, and for the first time since the confrontation was initiated, your eyes divert from his.

You saw her.

“You saw her, didn’t you?” He asks, but is met with silence once again.

The topic of Jinx was always a sensitive one. Ekko may have been able to fool himself into detachment from the blue haired girl, shredding whatever hope he had left of recovering the old Powder who loved to go on runs with the two of you and made trinkets for your birthdays out of scrap metal and hard work. However, the same could not be said for you.

“(Y/N)-”

“So what if I did?” The rebuttal is sharp tongued and weighty, heavy with emotion, and Ekko knows what is inevitable to come.

“So what if I did see her, Ekko? What would you say?” You ask through gritted teeth, words strained as you feel the dam of emotions inside of you starting to overflow. “The same old shit you say all the time? That she’s gone and there’s no path of redemption for her? That she’s not worth saving?”

He’d never said such words aloud, but Ekko was guilty of thinking them, and to hear them verbalized tore open the same wound in his heart he’d patched up time and time again with each mention of the long lost friend.

“You may be able to let go, Ekko,” you grumble through gritted teeth, eyes watering over, and Ekko doesn’t know if its the sight of you crying or if it's the way the conversation has shifted that has him stilling, jaw clenched tightly, “but I can’t do that…I just can’t.”

And then, you left. And suddenly the unbearably thick summer air turned bitingly cold against Ekko’s skin as he watched you walk away. And as Ekko wipes down the length of his face, he knows there’s nothing much left for him to do but wait.

Wait until the air has become more bearable to breath. Wait until the tension has subsided. Wait until apprehension no longer clogs his stomach heavily, so that regrettable words would not be spoken.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Going to the market?”

“Yeah. Your bike needs a rotator chain, I’m gonna see if I can find one on the west end.”

One week. Seven days. 168 hours since you’ve last seen Ekko.

“Be careful out there. Silco’s goons have been making rounds again, and they aren’t sparing anyone in these parts.”

You don’t remember leaving the sanctuary. You just remember waking up on your friends couch after, according to them, was a rough and stormy night. You probably blacked out after your screaming match with him, and had an overwhelming desire to just get away. Your friend’s place was the only spot safe enough for you to crash at until you got your head straight.

Though, after seeing what you saw, could you really expect to snap back in a mere few hours?

“I’ll be good. They won’t touch me if they know what’s good for them.”

You left the tiny home of your friend, clad in the same clothes you had left in and a jacket you were quick to grab from their wardrobe. They lived pretty high up above the marketplace - the homes of the residents of Zaun were built into the underside of the extravagant Piltover, where everything was dark, dank, and cold. Layers upon layers of makeshift apartments stacked on top of one another for conservation of what little space the undercity did have.

Your hand grabbed the pole of the crossbridge that led from the side your friend’s apartment was to the other, and with expert precision, you maneuvered your way down the several levels and layers of homes connected by bridges of wood, metal and concrete.

Memories of parkouring as a little girl began to flutter into your mind. How you loved to best Ekko, the self proclaimed ‘King of Parkour’, at his own game. How Powder would tag along with you because she wanted to be with her friends-

Fuck, you weren’t suppose to think about her.

You were thankful your feet met the ground before more thoughts of Powder filled your mind, because if you had still been swinging from pole to pole and jumping from wood to metal, you’d surely lose your balance and come falling down the rest of the way. It was the effect the past had one you; and an unfortunate one at that.

It’s as if the second you find landing and start to walk in the direction of the marketplace, your ears catch wind of commotion to your left. The muffled grunting and clamoring causes you to pause and turn, peering out of your hood to see what was happening.

You’d always been the one to answer a call to action, so there wasn’t much surprise when you found yourself inching closer to the alleyway of which was producing the concerning sounds. It had only been ingrained into you from your youth, and had become second nature in the wake of Silco’s reign. Having a knack for helping people was a blessing and a curse, and while it got you into more trouble than you would like, the favors that you’d stocked up on came in handy.

Approaching the alleyway closer you could make out two figures standing - Silco’s men, no doubt, given the way they dress and the horrible filth they speak. Then there’s a person on the ground, wearing green.

Green was the color of the Firelights, and so naturally, you assumed the worst.

With your ankle pressing against the small knife hidden in your boot, you knew what had to be done. You crouched down behind a stack of crates and whistled, catching one of the perp’s attention. As they approached your direction for inspection, in one quick motion, you slipped the knife from your boot, took hold of the perp’s arm and knocked him into the wall. The blade made itself a home in his neck, muffling any yell he would’ve mustered out.

By the time you were finished, the second perp had been taken care of as well by the victim they were cornering. Revealing yourself from behind the stack of crates, your worries had been confirmed when getting a closer look at the coat the other person was wearing.

It was indeed a Firelights coat - a deep forest green to blend in with the shadows but still be distinguishable. The Firelight had been injured it seemed, as they held their arm close and with care, wincing with every movement of it that was made.

“Hey,” you called out to them, advancing closer to them as you did so, “you alright? Where’s your partner? You know if you’re patrolling you gotta be in pairs-”

“(Y/N)!” The Firelight gasps out in relief, confusing you. “Lieutenant- you’ve gotta help us! We were outnumbered- a-and got split up, they jumped us!- from every corner, we didn’t see them coming-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” You quickly soothing, grounding the obviously frightened soldier with reassuring hands on their shoulder, guiding them to breathe, “you have to slow down for me, and breathe so you can clearly-”

“-a-and it’s Ekko- Ekko, he got hurt-”

And in that moment, your world slows, and there’s an instant pit in your stomach that comes from thinking the worst. If Ekko of all people got taken out of commission, whatever that was going on was serious.

“...okay,” you start after your shock passes over you. As if a switch in your brain is flipped, and now you’re in fight mode, “you need to take me to where you all split from. Now.”

Your voice is commanding and stern, leaving no room for discussion. The Firelight, still holding his arm, nods at your command. As the two of you leave, you pick up the weapon that the second perp had been carrying on his back; it wasn’t anything compared to your sniper gun, but it would have to do.

According to the Firelight, the mission was to stop one of Silco’s Shimmer transports to a hotspot location known for distribution of the drug. The normal prep for such a mission was done properly, but there was an underestimation of power in numbers on Silco’s end. What’s more, a certain blue haired girl decided to make her presence known as well, and her erraticness threw everyone off square. To save face, Ekko commanded everyone to split up.

Which meant Ekko was alone, and hurt, and probably wallowing in some form of guilt, and that could not do. A guilty Ekko was not a functional one.

“We were over there when the fight started,” said the Firelight as the two of you stood on top of a roof overlooking the distribution post, “when he made the call, I saw him go east in the direction of the Last Drop. The two other soldiers went west, and I ran south.”

Two large, burly men, littered with tattoos and hardened by the streets, guarded a small cart covered with blue metal barrels, a strip of thick translucent plastic going down the side, showing the bright magenta liquid inside. Four more paced around the small clearing area, seemingly on the lookout for someone.

Six men within a ten yard radius of each other. If you were right, that cart held about thirty gallons of Shimmer. Tests done on the drug proved that it was highly flammable, which normally meant that with your sniper gun, setting the scene ablaze would be easy. But with a mere regular shotgun in your possession, you’d need an extra boost.

“Look in your pouch for me,” you direct to the Firelight soldier, “do you got any of those spark pouches?”

The Firelight uses his good arm to fish in his thigh pouch, producing a small, red sack of gunpowder. “What’re you thinking, Lieutenant?”

“We need to take these guys out while destroying that shipment in the process,” you explain, pointing towards the triangular shape of trajectory between each of the guardsmen and the cart, “the spray of the Shimmer is about fifteen yards, which will cover more than enough of the ten yard radius those guys are in. I need you to throw that spark pouch right in between the two guards on my signal. When I shoot, it’s gonna be enough Shimmer spray to kill them…but we gotta move fast to avoid it.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time someone looked at you crazy for such a straightforward plan. You’d garnered many such stares since you first began in the Firelight ranks. There was a method to your madness, as Ekko would put it, and there had never been a reason for anyone to not trust your judgements or plans. Despite the Firelight’s initial questioning of the credibility of such a plan, there was no choice but for him to go along.

The two of you backed up as much as possible on the rooftop to make it easier for a clean getaway. Once in position, you pulled out the gun you had acquired earlier, checking the magazine for sufficient bullets. Then, you took aim at the center of the cart, inhaling a deep breath to steady your hand and focus your vision.

At one, the world began to slow when your aim focussed steadily.

At two, you prepared your wrist for the recoil that would shock your hand.

At three, the Firelight soldier threw the spark pouch with expert precision. Not a second later, the shot from your gun rung out.

The sight that Ekko wakes up to is a pleasant one compared to the week he’s had.

The sun is blinding through his makeshift sunroof. There’s a dull pain on his side, and a ringing in his ears that subsides the more his vision focuses. It’s a great contrast to what he thought he’d be seeing when he awoke, but he welcomes the feeling of home that washes over his being.

His eyes turn to his side where he sees you, sitting next to his bed. His jacket is thrown loosely over your shoulders, and in your hands, you twirl a piece of folded paper. His eyebrows furrow at the sight; he isn’t expecting you to be here with him.

Noticing that he’d woken up, you focus your attention on the injured man. The folded letter is placed on the crate that acts as a nightstand next to Ekko’s bed, and you lean forward onto the bed to get closer to him. His hair is disheveled, locs splayed everywhere on his pillow and on his face. His abdomen is bandaged tightly, yet even the white gauze leaves little to the imagination. And the sun shines on his cocoa colored skin, contrasting against your own as you slip his larger hand into your own.

You needed to feel him, and be thankful that he was here.

“Hey, you,” Ekko croaks out, voice raspy and patchy from what you can only assume was yelling and sleep.

“Hi,” you mutter out against the back of his hand, lips pulled into a tight smile.

“Thought you were still mad at me.”

“”m not mad,” you mumble, shaking your head, “just glad you're okay.”

The fact that you’re not being snarky with him tells Ekko that there’s something weighing on you; something that’s not remorse for your absence, but something deeper. His eyes travel over to the nightstand, falling onto the letter once again.

“What’s that?” He points out, curiosity filling his patchy voice.

There’s a moment’s pause before you speak again, your voice somber and emotional; “It’s….what I saw.”

What I saw can only be referring to the incident a week prior, Ekko determines. His eyes turn back to you, his hand giving yours a gentle tug towards him, gesturing for you to climb into bed with him. He meets little resistance, and takes a little pride in how easily you slip into his side, molding against his form as you were made to. His arm wraps around your shoulders, helping you hide in the crook of his neck; a much needed escape you’ve wanted to indulge in for a while.

“Deal with it later,” he mumbles against your hairline, “jus’ stay with me.”

Resting against Ekko’s broad chest, you thought on his words. Knowing yourself, dealing with things later wouldn’t be as productive as he’d hope. You’d want to forget the subject entirely, revert back to the same concealment as before. Knowing the both of you, it couldn't be dealt with later.

“It was her eyes, Ekko,” You mumbled into his shirt, prompting the darker male to turn his attention to you, “there was something in them, Ekko. I swear there was.”

Seeing Jinx on that night wasn’t what any of you had intended. She’d very scarcely shown her face on the streets of Zaun, presumably at SIlco’s behest. As mad of a kingpin he was, he himself couldn’t deny the deranged nature the blue haired girl had. And yet, when she showed signs of stability, he seemed to allow her off on transportation missions at the very least. And it just so happened that after six years, a week ago was the first time you’d seen Jinx since the night Vander died.

When you saw those blue eyes, dulled and lifeless, it hurt. Hurt to know that the possibility of Powder truly being gone was higher than what you’d let yourself believe. Hurt to know that you would never have your friend back, and that there would never be any chance of recovering the family you’d list all those years ago.

You’d seen her, and then, she saw you. And when she did, the world slowed. And for a second, when your eyes caught each other, a flash of something came across her eyes that caused your body to react against your well-trained judgment. It was as if she had recognized you and felt a sense of…wistfulness.

Though it didn’t reflect anything of the like when she raised her gun towards you, and you had no choice but to act before she could.

“There was a moment where I…thought she recognized me,” you muttered, “but then she….raised her gun to me.”

Ekko’s chest stuttered as he released a shaky breath to your words. There’s a pause before you speak again, “Is it easier for you to just…believe she’s really gone?”

A long moment of silence passes…”Yeah, it is.”

Ekko has always thought about Jinx. It’s hard not to when her presence can change any of his plans on a whim, since he has people to protect and her mentality is as finicky as a time bomb. But Powder…he hates to think about her.

“If she was gone from the start,” Ekko mutters through a voice crack, “it means there wasn’t a chance to save her in the first place. Means I never failed in saving her, I guess.”

Your hand reaches up to caress Ekko’s face, jaw clenched tight from his own words, and when you look into his eyes, you can see the vulnerability he tries so hard to hide when talking about the blue haired girl. There was beauty in it, you always told him, though you never thought he truly believed you when you said it. Ekko was never given much grace to be vulnerable, to be a boy. He’d found that in you; so you knew it took a lot for him to even admit as such to your question.

You don’t really get to be a kid after watching the people you love die in front of you. Even the ones who still walk the land with another soul in their bodies.

You press a kiss onto his lips; gentle, affirming, and grounding. Your thumb runs the length of his cheekbones and  you find comfort in the crevice of his neck once again. When Ekko relaxes against your hold, you release a breath of air, and think that perhaps it’s best that you adopt his way of thinking as well.

Powder was gone, but at least in this hell, you had each other.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

[tales-from-elysivm]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗

~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~

vi

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

jinx

get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)

just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)

sevika

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

mel

n/a

jayce

n/a

viktor

n/a

silco

n/a

vander

n/a

caitlyn

n/a

ekko

n/a

[ieggthots]

Hihi u did an awesome job on the Caitlin x reader 🤘

Can I request vi x (gn) undercity reader: vi thought they died in the big kaboom (time skip) she finds them working with ekko but with robot arms or legs or both you can decide, she had a major crush on them sooo sad to fluff

Thank you! I hope you like the oneshot!

☆Vi x reader who's presumed dead from the big kaboom☆

"You haven't changed little man", Vi said as she brought Ekko into an embrace, he softened and returned the hug. It stayed like this for a few more seconds until he pulled away and said, "let's go untie your enforcer friend, then I have someone who you might want to see". Vi perked up and followed Ekko back to where Caitlyn was tied up. She was thrashing around, like an animal in a cage trying to get out. "Let me go! I didn't do anything to you!" She yelled, thinking she was yelling out to no one until the bag was lifted off of her head.

"Hey cupcake." Vi said as she smirked and leaned against the pole Caitlyn was tied to. "What?! I thought they were hurting you!", Vi flipped her hair around "My hero".

Ekko shifted and coughed to grab attention from the women. "Vi, if your done taunting now then I can show you who I wanted to show you." He said as he walked out the door, Vi and Caitlyn trailed behind soon after. "What do you mean Ekko? Who could I possibly want to see?" She questioned. "You'll see, don't worry."

He led the women outside to a mural where someone was painting, it seemed to be a mural to... Vi and her family.

"Vi, is that... you?" "Yes, that's me, my sister Powder, and our family, well adoptive family." Caitlyn marveled at the mural on the wall in front of her.

"F/N, I have someone here who I think you would want to see." Said person perked up at the name, "F/N??" Vi said with surprise. You turned your head, a paintbrush in your prosthetic hand and a shock on your face.

"Vi? I, I thought you died!" "I thought you died F/N, I haven't seen you in almost a decade." Vi walks up to you and grasps your hands, looking down at your metal prosthetic arm. You notice she sees this and you say, "That happened when Powder's monkey bomb went off, the force from it blew my arm off when I shielded myself from the blast."

Vi looked down with a frown before she looked back up your eyes with adoration before she said, "As long as I am here, nothing will happen to you" She rubbed the back of your non prosthetic hand.

"You promise?" You say with tears starting to well up as your faces inch closer.

"Yes, I promise." She connects her lips to your in a kiss full of her feelings she's had for you for years, that she's finally able to display. Ekko and Caitlyn watch as they give you two your moment, not wanting to ruin it.

(IM SORRY THIS TOOL SO LONG HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND IRL STUFF IM SO SORRY 😭😭. Tumblr is my most neglected app, I literally never update and I genuinely apologize for that.)

[am-i-interrupting]

Could you write something for Silco where maybe the reader and Silco were childhood friends and maybe lovers before Silco & Vander’s falling out then years later, they come back when they heard Silco has Powder and are the only one to calm her down? I know it’s a lot.

Can’t Go Back

Prologue

So this may have. . . . Spiraled into something unintended so have a prologue while I figure out all the kinks to what will no doubt take up far too much of my time.

Tags: 1.7k words, eventual silco x reader, gn!reader, (implied) sex worker!reader

It’d been a long, tiring night but the day brought the things you much rather preferred. You didn’t have to put on a performance or dress for the clientele. Instead you could wear whatever you damn well pleased and do whatever it was that you wanted to do and right now? Right now, you wanted a drink.

You pushed open the doors to The Last Drop and went straight to the bar. Vander had his back to you for the moment but it didn’t take long for him to turn.

He eyed you up and down and laughed to himself as he shook his head. “Regular or do you need something stronger?”

“Regular for now, I promised Ekko and Powder I’d take them to the junk heap. Better they go with someone who knows how to get them out of shit than alone,” you told him.

Vander smiled and passed your drink to you. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up with them today. You look like shit.”

“I feel like it.” You grabbed your glass and took a swig. “Julian stopped by last night.”

Vander grimaced with sympathy. “I’m sure that kept you up late.”

“You have no idea but he pays good money and who am I to say no to that?” you asked.

He gave you a look that spoke words he didn’t have to say. It was gone as quick as it came and he went back to cleaning glasses but it had been there. It passed over his face just like those memories passed over both of you from time to time. Memories of when you would say no to people who were too rough no matter how much they paid you, when he had to fight for the reputation he now had, when you both— You weren’t revisiting those memories.

You sipped your drink and looked around. No new people, no new noises. It was the same as it always was this early in the day, though it was by no means early.

“Have you eaten today?” Vander asked.

“I had a sandwich, nothing special. Was thinking about taking the kids by Jericho’s on our way out,” you told him.

Vander turned to you and went to speak but he didn’t have the chance as a door towards the back opened and Powder filed out of the room. Violet was behind her. When Powder saw you, her eyes lit up and she called your name and ran over. You got out of your seat just in time to pick her up into a spin. She laughed as she held onto your neck.

“You came!” she said.

“Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss any opportunity to hang out with my favorite bunch of kids,” you told her. “I was just coming to get you and then I thought we’d pick up Little Man on our way.”

Powder smiled and cocked her head to look at her sister, “I told you they’d come.”

Vi held up her hands. “I didn’t say they wouldn’t. I’m coming with you anyway.” She turned her focus to you, “If that’s okay.”

“Of course, the more the merrier, right?”

Vander shook his head. “I want them back by nightfall,” he said.

“As you wish, my good man,” you said, putting on a posh accent just to make Powder giggle.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to you once more. You slid your drink to Vi. She looked at you with wide eyes as you glanced at Vander’s back. Quickly, she downed the rest of the drink, which wasn’t too much. Her lip curled up and her nose scrunched in a way that made Powder stifle a laugh.

You wrapped your arm around Vi’s shoulders and hoisted Powder further up on your hip as you herded them out of The Last Drop.

“I don’t get how you drink that stuff,” Vi said once you were safely out of earshot from Vander.

“People ask you to do weird things in my line of work,” you told her. Vi’s nose scrunched up once again while Powder’s brows furrowed. “Besides, you get used to it when you get older.”

“I swear you’re the only person I’ve seen Vander pour a drink from that bottle for,” she said, trying to further her point.

Not the only one. Someone else had an affinity for the same alcohols you did. You’d really started to appreciate it once you stole his drink enough times. He always had odd tastes but they tended to be good ones regardless.

“Only one worth knowing,” you settled on saying. “Now enough about me, what have you two been up to lately?”

“I made a new ga-gadg- a new gadget!” Powder said, sounding out the word as she tried her best to pronounce it.

“Oh? What’s it called?” you asked.

“I named her mouser,” she said before she rattled on about how she gathered all the parts to put it together, the process of building it, and what its functions were supposed to be.

You listened to her intently but you could only hold her for so long. She was getting heavy. Nearly nine years old, you were surprised you could still hold her, that she wanted to be held.

You were sure you could probably still pick up Ekko if you wanted but he was a bit more resistant to the idea.

Whatever. You’d pick her up as long as you could. She was still your little girl and Vi was Vander’s. That’s just how it panned out. Didn’t mean either of you cared for the other less, it just meant you both clicked with different kids easier. Vander had Violet, Mylo, and Clagger. You took to Powder and Ekko. There wasn’t really favoritism, more so just a better ability to understand.

Still, Violet was with you and you kept your arm around her shoulders as you walked. Your hand didn’t leave Powder’s as she skipped down the street with you. The Lanes were a dangerous place, after all. You couldn’t lose the kids.

Soon enough, you got to Benzo’s. You didn’t knock, simply opened the door.

“Have you seen a white haired little rascal?” you asked as you entered. “I’ve heard he’s been causing some trouble. We just wanna talk.”

Benzo looked up from his work examining whatever it was the woman in front of him was trying to pawn. “Aw, I don’t know. Maybe,” he said as he leaned back down to his work. “What trouble he cause?”

“Pestering me down until I agreed to take him somewhere and then being late when I come to pick him up,” you said, raising your voice to carry the last part of your sentence.

You hear a clang from the back of the shop and Powder snickered at the noise. “Mmm, think I know a kid like that,” Benzo said.

“Ah, shit!” a voice said as another clank and clatter originated from a place not far off from where the other noise had. “Sorry! Sorry!”

“You were supposed to be waiting out front,” you said, no real anger in your voice, just amusement.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I got distracted,” Ekko said.

“You can tell me all about how you got distracted on the way, come on,” you said.

“What happened to your face?” Powder asked.

Ekko raised a hand to his cheek but didn’t touch it. His eyes closed as he sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

You snorted at the gravity in his tone.

Making sure everyone had some point of contact, paranoid as they often described you, you all made your way to Jericho’s to eat and then found yourselves in the junk heap.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” Vi said as you both stood off to the side to let the young kids do whatever it was they wanted to do, prepared to step in at a moment’s notice.

“Seem,” you said and yes, you were content. You weren’t in a good mood, at least no more so than you normally would be.

“Yeah, seem. Not every day you take them out to eat, much less let me tag along when you do,” she said.

“I got paid good last night. They deserve some street food from sources we don’t want to know,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against hers. “You do too.”

She sighed and crossed her arms. She leaned further back against the rickety fencing.

“I mean it, Vi. I know we’re not as close as we are with others but I do care about you too. You ever need anything, I work where all the secrets are spilled, I can probably figure it out if I don’t have the answers already.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence. You just watched as Powder pointed out something in all the rubble to Ekko. He crawled over things to examine it with her. Both of their eyes had a light to them as they glanced at each other and went to move things.

“You know, a while back, Vander told me he wanted me to give you a certain talk,” you said.

Vi groaned and you laughed. Her head fell in her hands. “No, he tried that. I know what I need to know. It ended awfully. I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Really?” you asked, a teasing in your tone. “He said he didn’t think he got his point across.”

“No, he did! He got it across. Painted a very vivid picture!” Vi said.

You snorted. “Just be safe. Again, any questions,” your voice trailed off.

“I will definitely ask you instead of Vander. I never want to hear him try to explain sex again,” Vi said.

“Don’t be stupid and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you told her. “Just be more precautious than I was at your age. I did not get that talk from my parents until it was way too late.”

“No, no, no, no, no! I don’t want to hear it! I do not want to hear anything to do with anything about your sex life, especially when you were my age!” Vi yelled, causing you to shake with laughter as she covered her ears.

A crash caught both your attention and now Powder laughed as Ekko laid on the ground as he glared at it, completely covered in grease.

“I’ll get the hose.”

[conretewings]

I can't get the idea of the kids trying to get Vander and reader under the mistletoe. Hhhhheeeelllllppppp 🙏❤️

-Ahhhh yeeeeah baby! Getting into that Christmas spirit with some mistletoe shenanigans! ❤🎄

Vander x gn reader, pure fluff

It started as an offhand joke from Mylo, but with some shared looks and gears turning quickly spiraled into a quest

Acquiring a ball of mistletoe wasn't easy but Ekko helped them find one

Claggor had to prop Vi onto his shoulders so she could tie it in a doorway

Vander soon came through, at first not seeing the decoration, then you joined a few minutes later

LET THE GAME BEGIN

They keep making up reasons to lure Vander and you through the doorway at or almost at the same time

You two know something's up but aren't sure what until he spots it

"...Ah, I see."

You two exchange knowing looks; if this is what they want you're going to make them work for it

Over the next few days they continue to try and herd you both through the doorway together, but you keep thwarting their attempts

Now it's a game of wits and plausible excuses, and you two are winning much to the kids annoyance

Finally on the third day while carrying some laundry, Powder trips and falls in the doorway, yelping in pain and you both quickly come to her side

After a brief once over she seems fine so Vander pulls her to her feet-

She suddenly smirks at you both with a shit-eating grin, glances upward smugly, then darts away

You follow her look to the mistletoe and realize she won

Vander shakes his head and curses under his breath while you chuckle and lean your forehead against his chest

Then you feel fingers under your chin as he tilts your head up and gives you a tender, knee-weakening kiss and you're both lost in the moment-

Until you hear snorts and giggles from nearby

[sihakadan]

Firelight

Yeah, so I found the lumen au from @meliapis and I also saw this and was like, yeah, bet my dudes. @maraozdrawsfanart for you buddy🎁@vastaya-simp I was inspired by some of your head cannons, hope you don't mind.

🦇Scar x gn!AFAB Reader (no specific pronouns)

🦺SFW, only warning is that is will be long and probably full of mistakes because I am a goofy goober.

Part 1 of ?

///You///

You were 13 when the ball of dark purple and blue light appeared, floating around your head as if curious about it's new friend. None of the other kids you hung around knew what it was and you had no parents to guide you. Shimmer had stolen them, like most of the children on the streets.

The light should have frightened you, made you wary, but it had a calming affect on you. It was also really cute, with little ears like a bat. And you didn't have to feed it, so it didn't trouble you. All it did was follow you, hide in your hair and chase after those who even looked at you funny.

You found work as a runner for the brothels and other establishments, earning meals and a safe place to sleep. Some of the workers took pity on you, buying you clothes, letting you use their personal baths to clean up. Smelly children drove clients away.

One of the workers, a woman named Clara, took notice of the little ball of light and cooed loudly. "Oh look at that, a lumen! You have a soul mate!"

In confusion, you held your little 'friend' in your hands and tilted your head. "A what?"

She laughed, waving her cigarette around with the movements of her hands, making the smoke waft into your face. "My sweet little petal. A lumen! It means out there in this cold, awful world is someone waiting for you." In a softer and kinder tone, she added: "And hold it close. You don't know how lucky you are."

And that was all the information you got about it and it was overwhelming to a 13 year old from the streets of Zaun. A soulmate sounded bigger than life at this age and what if you never found them? What if they didn't like you? What if they died before you met them? Would you lose your little friend too? Oh...what if they were a Piltie? You shivered. Pompous gilded vipers.

Cradling the lumen to your chest, you made a quiet promise that you would protect it.

///Scar///

His didn't appear until much later and your lumen was bright. At least at first. It almost shimmered as it ran over his arms, his hands, his ears. It liked to stay very close to him, which he never minded, but you seemed to be very touchy. He always felt like he was being held or kissed on.

When it first appeared, it was night time and he had been sitting with Ekko up in the tree, listening to him make plans about raiding some warehouse for food. If the smaller boy hadn't been there, he would have fallen to his death.

"Whoa, shit man! Is that what I think it is?" Ekko steadied him, slowly letting him go after he made sure Scar wasn't going to fall out of the tree.

It was, it really was. He wasn't mad or scared, not even annoyed. But he was shocked. He had a soul mate? And it was only now appearing?

"Well?" Ekko gave him a look. "Come on man, say or do something!" This was a big deal and so special. Ekko would have been elated to get his own.

"Bright." Was all Scar said, blinking a couple times, moving his head away as you lumen tickled his ears.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Ekko watched as it inspected Scar and then him, but it wasn't as interested in Ekko. Obviously.

Scar shrugged and sighed as the lumen ran head first into a firelight, knocking the poor thing back and the bug out of the sky. Well, at least he wouldn't be bored.

The kids in the hide out loved your lumen and it let them chase it around, but was never too far from Scar. Every now and then it would return to him and the light would flutter, as if communicating with him. What was he supposed to do with it? Talk to it? He really had no idea.

But then one night, the light faded, very quickly and it laid on his pillow, unmoving. Scar feared the worst and ran for Ekko, unsure of who else to turn to.

Ekko rubbed the sleep from his eyes and bent down, looking at it. "Maybe they're hurt?" He looked up at Scar and regretted saying that immediately. It made the tall chirean pace. "Well, do you even interact with it?"

"How?" Scar wanted to know. What was he supposed to do with this little ball of bright light that followed him everywhere and teased his ears?

Ekko sighed and hung his head. That was what the problem was. "Dude, you have act like you want it. You can touch it, hold it, talk to it." He held his hands out towards the lumen. "It looks depressed."

Scar scratched his head and gave Ekko a puzzling look, but he didn't argue with him. Gently, he scooped up the lumen and cradled it in his large hands and he suddenly became nervous that he might crush it. As soon as he made contact with it, the light flickered a bit brighter.

"See, it just wanted you." Ekko yawned and playfully smacked Scar's arm. "Now don't wake me up again." And then his friend drug himself back to his bed.

Scar just sat on the bed, the lumen in his hands, flickering a bit brighter and brighter slowly. Like he was petting a kitten, he gently stroked the lumen and it spun almost like it was happy. Uh. So all he had to show it affection? Or just acknowledge it? No one had really told him about that. Just what a lumen meant.

He wasn't a very sappy guy, but the fact the lumen wanted his attention so bad kind of made him melt a bit. Laying down and getting comfortable, all while cradling your lumen, he took a deep breath and placed it under his chin, safely tucking it. The lumen nuzzled against him and he chuckled softly. "Good night, my firelight." He whispered to it, but really, he hoped you could hear it too.

///You///

Your little friend loved your hair and would hide in it often, but it had a really good hiding place in your hooded vest. When you got older, you turned to actual running. Which meant that you smuggled packages from drop point A to drop point B. Nothing more or less.

You had to be fast, smart, and sly and getting caught was not an option. For an even further amount of security, you wore a mask and different clothes while you worked. No one knew what you did but you had a comfortable life, at least, for a Zaunite.

The lumen was very handy in certain situations and it became a partner of sorts. You even knew what certain flickering meant. Fast- danger. Slow- coast is clear. X amount of rapid blinks- how many enforcers. Thanks to your little friend, you managed to stay out of trouble. It made you really good at what you did.

The want to leave Zaun and Piltover before it exploded was a drive to save so much of your money and live under your means, but something also told you not leave. That you had to stay here. Maybe it was the lumen and the way it seemed to almost pout when you put the money away or look at maps of where you could go.

You just couldn't leave when you had the chance. So you'd take more jobs and while you never knew what were in the packages (you'd be stupid to look), you knew your work was going to get you into some kind of trouble one day.

But the other choices of work were not any better. Brothels, mercs, or shimmer; that was all that was left in this forsaken city. You did what you could without being too much on the radar. However, someone was hiring your service to smuggle things for a Piltie scientist or that was what you assumed. You never saw your clients.

The lumen didn't like this job at all and tried to push your hand away when you reached for the package, whirling around and trying to lead you away.

"Come on, stop that. If we don't get moving, we'll draw attention." You softly grabbed it and tucked it into its usual spot in your hood and made sure your mask was still on. The strap was starting to wear out and you'd have to replace it soon.

It stopped but you could almost feel the pouting. "Yeah, well, the pay is good." You muttered and tucked the package into your pack and then climbed up the pipe towards the roof tops. Got to be fast, you had a short window before the enforcers would be patrolling by the other drop point.

"Hang on my little love." You sniffed before taking off in a full sprint, going roof to roof, scaling buildings, dropping into alleys, staying out of sight and mind. You had to stop a couple times, as you swore you heard some sort of whirling around you, but when you would look, nothing was there. No, you were being followed, you could feel it.

"Oh, shit." You breathed, panting, looking around. Out of the corner of your eye you could see streaks of green, like lights flashing in a blink of an eye. You felt your lumen press against your neck and your hand went instinctively to your neck, cradling it. "No, no. Stay in there. I got this." You whispered, taking off again. You had your ways.

///Scar///

Your lumen was tucked away in his collar safely, but it didn't seem to want to be there at this very moment, when he need it to be the most.

This runner was moving shimmer, a fair amount of it. It didn't matter if they knew it or not, it had to be stopped.

Ekko, Scar, and a couple of the others had set up the runner after watching the drop points for months now. It had been a very well thought out and meticulous plan on Ekko's part, since this runner was incredibly good at their job.

Once again, the lumen tried to leave the collar and carefully he clapped his hand over it, growling a warning. No. No, stop. It was going to blow their cover and he gritted his teeth. Maybe he should have stayed behind.

Ekko gave the signal and made the first swoop in, effectively tripping the runner with a swipe to the legs. They weren't down for long. And man, they were really fast.

A good roll and they were dropping down into a tight alley, running towards some old tunnels that had once been used as some black market, before the enforcers shut it down.

"Cut them off!" Ekko's distorted voice called out and the others went in, trails of lime green following them.

Gripping his spear, Scar broke off from the rest, knowing there was a man hole that dropped right down in the path of this runner. He could get them and stop the delivery.

As soon as the man hole appeared, he jumped off his board and slid to a stop, grabbing it from the air, and used the spear to pry the lid up, tossing it out of the way. With his sensitive hearing, he could hear the echoes of boots running in the tunnels, followed by the whirling of hover boards. Quickly he jumped down and stalked forward a bit, smirking under his mask as the sounds got closer and closer.

He must've looked so terrifying in the dim light, with that mask, the metal claws, his lumbering height, because the runner skid to a stop and almost fell over themselves, cursing.

They weren't very big, but they were quick. Scar knew better than to underestimate what they could do. The lumen against his neck again struggled, making him growl menacingly, the sound vibrating through the tunnel.

///You///

Shit, shit, shit!

No matter how many twists, tricks, and turns you made, they seemed to be right on your heels and then there was the big one- mask like a skeletal bat or rat, tall and that spear in a clawed hand-Janna help you.

When you stopped, you almost fell forward, catching yourself barely and you froze in place, keeping your eyes on this terrifying figure. That look was purposeful and you were almost impressed, if it wasn't you that it was being used against. The growl they let out even frightened you more.

"Stop!" You almost turned around, but fear of taking your eyes off the big one stopped you. The lumen in your hood edged forward and you blocked it from leaving. No, if it came out, you could lose it.

Taking off the satchel, you tossed it at the masked figure behind you, keeping both them and the big one in your sights. "You can have it, just let me go!" You'd have to leave, immediately. The client could send someone after you, your reputation would be tarnished. You had enough money.

The owl masked figure walked forward and snatched the satchel, watching you for a moment before backing away while opening the satchel and inspecting the package.

"Who are you people?" You looked at all the masks, the paint covered clothes, the amazing boards they rode on.

No one answered you and it made you even more unnerved. But panic rose as your little friend escaped and flew out of your hood, flashing bright.

"No!" You shouted and tried to catch it but it flew towards the large figure, who was also struggling with something in his hands.

"Wait!" The owl mask shouted, dropping the satchel and walking towards both you and the big one. "Let it go!"

They looked up at the owl mask and then at you, confused when the purple and blue lumen began to circle their hands. No, wait, what did that mean? You didn't understand what these blinks meant.

"Let it go." Owl mask repeated, holding his hand up at you to stop you from doing anything.

Slowly, the clawed hands opened and the brightest ball of light flew straight up and then over to you, acting like it was looking you over.

"Oh!" One of the others gasped and moved forward. Now you were freaked out.

"What's happening?" You asked as your little friend bumped into the brighter lumen and a large flash of light made you jump. You tried to grab it, but it avoided you to nuzzle the other lumen. "Oh." This was it, wasn't it? That was your lumen, who followed-

Just moments ago you were scared out of your wits, running for your life, sure these people were going to kill you. That who ever was behind that terrifying mask was going to kill you. But, this was them. Your soul mate.

Who ever they were, was frozen in place and staring right at you. Both of your faces were obscured and stuck in a damp, musty tunnel. It was not a good first impression.

"This just got complicated." Another masked person said. "Maybe we should take them back?"

Back? Back where? You felt a soft caress on your cheek and you knew it was the lumen, trying to calm your nerves. You had never seen it so bright before. "I don't-"

Before you could finish your sentence, the owl mask reached into one of they're pockets and pulled out what looked like a blind fold. "You need to come with us."

Oh, that was bold. "Oh I do? You're going to just chase me down and frighten me and now I'm coming over for tea?" You looked at them all. "Are you for real?"

"Look-" They pointed at the lumens, going from you to the tall one and circling around one another. "Things just changed. Do you want to fight us when they're doing that? You really want to fight him?" They pointed at the tall one. Him. They pointed at him. Well, that was one thing you knew about him, that and he was really tall.

You'd have to take off your mask and you could feel the emotion coming off of the big boy. He was in shock or despair. Or both. You were too, this was crazy.

"Damn it." You muttered, pushing your hood back and undoing the clasp of the mask, groaning when the strap actually snapped. This was a great first meeting.

///Scar///

There was no way. The runner was his soul mate? It made sense why the lumen was acting up and trying so hard to get out of his collar but of all the ways to meet you, this was not ideal.

You were also their target, so now what were they going to do? If Ekko hadn't stepped in, he'd still be staring at you, dumbfounded.

When you pushed back your hood and your mask fell off, his heart jumped into his throat. There was no way that you were his soul mate. You were just beyond beautiful to him. Even the way you were looking at all of them with mistrust was just attractive to him. Was this how it was supposed to be or were you just really good looking?

After securing the blind fold, Ekko nodded at him. Scar just stood there, looking between you and him, as if pleading to not make him pick you up. He didn't think he could handle it right now.

"You're the strongest one. Pick 'em up." He nudged Scar and finally, he had to snap out of it and do something.

"Wait, pick who-?" Whatever you were saying turned into a yelp as he scooped you up and awkwardly held you for a second before getting on his board. "Why didn't anyone warn me?" You were terrified and he got that, but his ears twitched at the pitch.

Ekko put his hands on his head and exhaled, the mask obscuring what ever expression he had on his face. "Come on, we have to figure this out."

[fairy-writes]

Hi! Hope you having a great day, do you still taking Arcane request? If so can you do a Ekko x GN reader where the two of them having really bad fight then the reader said they should take a break of this relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they too stubborn to said it.

It's been a week since that fight, the reader was a mechanic. They trying to fix something for a friend but ran out of things to fix, so the reader go out to find some supply. At that time the firelight was out fighting Silco's people, At first the reader choose to ignored but notice Ekko got injured from one of the guys that when the reader run out to help Ekko and the firelight beating those bad guys.

After a while helping Ekko get back to the try to make the wound better. The reader about to leave, returning to their work place. But Ekko pulling back, want to make up the fight before and didn't want their relationship to end like that. The reader apologize about that fight and they make up!

(You can make it a little drama like having a boy or girl got too comfy with Ekko or not your choice! Angst at the beginning then fluff in the end and sorry if my grammar bad, English isn't my first language)

Hi lovely! Please follow my rules when requesting! All I ask is that requesters be vague in their requests so I can have som creative liberty. I’ve done long requests before and they just aren’t fun and feel like assignments. Sorry love!

[butterfly-writer]

League of Legends : Arcane

I’m sorry, please don’t leave me too! JINX X GN!READER TW: Mental illness (?) Contents: ANGST - FLUFF Summary: Jinx had a nightmare where you left her, and she became rather clingy than usual and you were worried since she wasn’t that clingy. A Little Help JINX X MALE!READER TW: NONE Contents: FLUFF? Summary: Jinx runs away from Enforcers and has a little help from a cute boy.

FIGHT EKKO X FEMALE!READER TW: NONE Contents: Angst in the beginning - Fluff at the end Summary: The two of them had a really bad fight, then the reader said they should take a break from their relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they are too stubborn to say it.

[x-reader-things]

I also just finished watching arcane again!! The series is phenomenal-and I was once again reminded I would love to hold hands with Viktor-

Can I request some headcanons for how Viktor would comfort his partner who experiences anxiety? Gn!reader please!!

Thank you for requesting! :DDD

This is my first time writing specifically for Arcane and this character so I hope it’s on character - did my best with the little I skimmed from his fandom wiki for Arcane and from what I remember from the show-

AND YES IT IS A PHENOMENAL ONE HOLY SHIT THE ANIMATION AND THE CHARACTERS AND THE VOICE ACTING ARE????? CHEFS KISS

Personally Vi and Ekko are my favorites- <33

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

“It’ll pass soon”

Viktor x reader [romantic]

Summary ; In which you’re anxious, and Viktor always knows how to help you out.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; none, besides small descriptions of physical anxiety - kinda based it on what I deal with myself, but everyone reacts to anxiety differently.

Definitions ; счастье моё (stchastye moyo) - gender-neutral, meaning “my happiness”

Word count ; 554

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Viktor is, first and foremost, a scientist.

He notices things through keen observation, studies them to no end to understand them, and draws conclusions that should be able to help others like himself.

And with those skills, comes observing you.

How you act. What you like and dislike. What makes you comfortable and uncomfortable.

And definitely what makes you anxious.

He knows hextech can’t truly fix that.

He should know, he deals with anxiety himself.

So as a partner and a scientist, he recognizes the signs.

The nervous glances.

The subtle deep breaths you take to calm yourself down. Or at least try to.

Never works. Maybe sometimes on the rare occasion, but not completely.

Then there’s the nervous jitters - maybe bouncing your leg, or running a hand through your hair constantly (if you have the hair type to do it) or running a hand over your face, or shaking your hands out to try and get the shakiness away.

Whatever it is, Viktor recognizes it.

He waits and checks in every so often, just to see if you’re able to calm yourself down first, instead of prying you to tell him what was going on.

When you don’t calm down though, he decides a distraction is probably better to try first.

He shows you the inventions he and Jayce are working on, discusses them with you, tries to see what you think about it. Half of the time that helps you calm down, primarily because you focus on his voice, and also because you love hearing and experiencing his work.

Anxiety is a fickle thing.

So when it doesn’t work out, that’s when he asks you what’s wrong.

“You don’t have to tell me just yet, but I’d like to know whenever you’re ready.”

If it’s really bad, he has you both sit down, and you just lay your head on his shoulder. He rests his cheek against your head and wraps an arm around you, one of his hands coming up to run against your upper arm to ground you there. Breathes slowly until you do it too.

And he waits until you’re ready to talk.

If it’s a sudden panic you just grab onto his shoulder or hand and squeeze it, and he already knows.

Viktor either excuses himself from his work or if he’s talking to someone (normally it’s just Jayce - he understands immediately and spares you a quick sympathetic nod), and lets you lead him to a secluded area nearby and lets you spew your worries and panic to him.

He tells you you’re safe with him.

Reminds you that things would be ok and that with anxiety this is normal.

“It’ll pass soon. I know it doesn’t feel like it but it will, alright? How about this, tell me five things you can see right now.”

“Um - the ground. The tile.”

“Good, good. What else?”

“Your shoes. They’re uh - they’re kind of scuffed, you should get them cleaned.”

He laughs quietly. “What else, счастье моё?”

“The window.” Another encouraging hum for you to continue. “The hexgate outside. It’s glowing, some airship just came through.” Your eyes settle on the person in front of you. “You.”

Viktor smiles at you. “A little on the nose, huh?”

You smile back at him.

He helps you breathe again.

He always does.

[pajama-han]

Arcane characters react to their SO having a stuffed toy as their comfort object (Arcane characters x GN reader)

Jinx

- Thinks it’s the cutest thing in the whole world that you carry around a little plushie

- Will 100% sew tiny outfits for it and dress it up.

- Talks to it a lot (it tells the funniest stories)

- Will ship it with her rabbit

- Might get a bit jealous if you pay more attention to it than to her.

- This will get you a clingy Jinx on your back, poking your cheek with a playful pout

- “Save some cuddles for meeeee!”

Vi

- As if you could get any more adorable in her eyes.

- Whenever you’re holding it, she’ll give you a kiss and kiss the plush as well.

- “Lookin’ good today, babe! You, too, (Plush’s name)!”

- Always makes sure you have it before you set out.

- “You got (Plush’s name)? They can hang out in my backpack if you want.”

- Will decimate anyone who teases you about it.

Caitlyn

- Buys a matching one for herself immediately and gives it a cute, silly name.

- Whenever you’re together, she poses the plushes in cute ways.

- Whenever she’s working on a tough case, you’ll see her plush in her arms. Sometimes she asks it questions about it, and she makes it talk back in a silly voice.

- This, surprisingly, helps her get over quite a few hurdles.

- “Thank you for your help, Detective Chiffon! Now, I believe you had a tea party scheduled with (your Plush’s name).”

- Will offer to mend for you it if the fabric gets torn.

Ekko

- Will tease you about it at first, but will back off once he sees how much it means to you

- Thinks it’s awesome that you have such a nice way of calming down.

- Also thinks you’re too precious for words.

- Shows you off to everyone at the hideaway, "Guys look, my baby has a baby!!"

- Like Jinx, he might get a bit jealous of it, and might get a bit clingy.

- He’ll be hanging off of your shoulders and kiss your cheek, “Yeah, (Plush’s name) is cute. But I’m still the cutest, right, babe?”

Viktor

- The first time he sees you with it, he’ll smile a bit teasingly.

- “Hello, Y/N. Care to introduce me to your friend?”

- Once properly introduced, he will shake it’s paw/hand politely.

- Loves it when you bring it to the lab when you visit.

- You know how some software developers have rubber ducks at their desk that they explain their coding to in order to find the problem with it? Yeah.

- On more than one occasion, you’ve come into the lab looking for your plushie only to see Viktor and Jayce taking turns explaining their latest Hextech conundrum to it.

- Then, they’ll realize the error, and whoop, cheer, and hoist the plush into the air triumphantly.

- “Little (Plush’s name) is quite an asset to the team. Mind if I credit them in our dissertation?”

- (He’s completely serious about that)

Silco

- Finds it childish but won’t make fun of you.

- Forbids you from taking it out in public with him, though.

- It’s not because he’s embarrassed, he would just hate for it to get lost, stolen, dirty, or hurt.

- Yes, he specifically says “hurt” rather than “damaged”

- Once when you couldn’t find your plush, you found Silco staring at it on his desk, gently stroking one of its hands/paws. He had just finished a stressful meeting with the Chem Barons, but when you caught him with the plush, he looked calm.

- If you get him one for himself (because you don't want your plushie reeking of smoke), he’ll scoff a bit and jam it into one of his desk drawers dismissively.

- But after that, every time he has a rough day, you hear him open that drawer and take it out. If he catches you peeking in on his private moment, he’ll scowl at you.

- “This doesn’t leave this room.” The words would have more venom in them if he wasn’t cradling his own comfort object so close to his heart.

[eternal-armin]

arcane characters & pet name headcanons.

reader: neutral. characters included: jinx, vi, caitlyn, victor, sevika, ekko

jinx.

♔ i just know in my soul that she would call you snookums ♔ she has so many pet names for you it's hard to keep up ♔ toots, sweets, sweetheart, darling, babe, those obvious ones ♔ cutie-pie/cutie-patooty, snookums, pretty boy/girl/whatever you prefer, pup ♔ sometimes she'll just unashamedly call you a string of them. like saying "my lovey-dovey snookums honey bunny pretty pumpkin pie!" while squishing your cheeks

♔ you call her by far less pet names. let's just get that out of the way ♔ but she treasures every one. ♔ treasure, darling, sweetheart, love, monkey ♔ whenever you call her by a pet name she just turns to face you with this big proud grin like "yesssss, snookums?"

vi.

♔ cupcake is an obvious one. ♔ personally i believe that honey, babe, sweetheart, hot stuff, gorgeous/handsome/pretty, and sweetness would also be used by her ♔ she says em so nonchalantly now but you still get a bit flustered and that's fine, she'll just tease you with them more, you know how it is

♔ looks at you almost dreamily whenever you call her by a pet name ♔ darling, muffin, cutie/pie, pumpkin ♔ i can just picture her wrapping an arm around you and saying something like "damn right i am" and giving you a plethora of kisses on top of your head

caitlyn.

♔ definitely goes with the classics, and you're not complaining ♔ sweetheart, baby, and darling ♔ not really one for pet names, she loves your name and she loves saying it, but finds a good amount of meaning behind them sometimes

♔ you typically call her love, sweets, that's about it ♔ same with cait, you don't need to give her a nickname, you like her name enough as it is ♔ sometimes you just love calling her by extra nicknames. like cherry blossom, dragonfruit, toffee cookie ♔ basically anything you like. it is fun and kind of a running joke between the two of you to come up with the strangest/most unnecessary pet names

viktor.

♔ calls you by names like sunflower, sunshine, dear/dearest, darling, starlight ♔ the tender way he says them too, it just kills you every time ♔ was so nervous to call you by a pet name at first but the way you melted at it... he is now addicted ♔ he always kisses your cheek or forehead when calling you by a name ♔ sometimes says them in russian

♔ you were the first to use pet names in the relationship ♔ handsome, darling, sweetheart ♔ he just feels so happy when he hears them ♔ even after a long, stressful day, your voice and those names can make him feel better. recharge his batteries, yknow, if accompanied by hugs and whatnot

sevika.

♔ babe, hot stuff, stud, lover boy/lover girl/whatever you prefer ♔ will definitely use them as possessives, such as when someone's a little too close ♔ hot stuff and lover boy/etc are her favorites. ♔ while she loves your name in and of itself, she just can't help it. at this point you aren't as flustered each time as when the relationship was new, but it's still worth it

♔ could definitely see you calling her beau, dream boat, hercules, firecracker, bfg ♔ if you can think of any more nicknames for someone who is buff, then those as well. ♔ you don't say them a lot so they always kinda catch her off-guard. not that she shows it much ♔ but she always looks so cheeky afterward. lopsided smirk and all

ekko.

♔ calls you angel, beautiful/handsome/whatever you prefer, cookie, babe/baby ♔ honestly says them a lot, but only directly do you ♔ like he won't say 'have you seen my angel' he'll say 'have you seen [y/n]' ♔ just kinda sees them as more private things ♔ but that just makes you both appreciate them more

♔ you call him big guy, handsome, can definitely see you calling him papi, hotshot ♔ more playful stuff, and you're usually giggling through them ♔ like vi, he'd wrap an arm around you all proud-like. "that's me. what do you need, babe?" ♔ just had stars in his eyes when you first called him by a nickname

[nickeverdeen]

All requests

All requests I have will be written here along with those that I deleted ‘cause I was uncomfortable with them or had no idea how to do them and whenever a new one comes I’ll write it down here so you’d know if I got your request or not and whenever the request will be posted it will be off the list

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So shortly colors rules:

Red - deleted

Orange - on hold

Green - accepted and probably done just waiting to be posted

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In my drafts:

Platonic and romantic Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Ekko x scary!introverted!GN!reader (hcs - requested)

Harry Potter, Divergent, Hunger Games, the Ballad of Snakes, Songbirds and Spiderman match-up (match-up - requested)

Freeheld masterlist (masterlist - not requested)

Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Ink and Iron | Stacie Andree x younger sister!reader (imagine - not requested)

Unspoken Truths | Katniss Everdeen x NPD gn!reader (imagine - not requested)

Caitlyn x socially struggling fem!reader (hcs - requested)

Harry Potter match-up (match-up - requested)

Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Romantic Arcane, TLOU match-up (match-up, smut - requested)

Nerd!Ellie Williams hcs (hcs - not requested)

Caitlyn x reader who loves to sing (hcs - requested)

Fred and George having crush on younger muggleborn Slytherin girl (hcs - requested)

Thg match-up (match-up - requested)

Kit Tanthalos (Star Wars) poll (poll - not requested)

Lila Pitts yandere alphabet (alphabet - requested)

Male percy jackson, atla, hunger games, and outer banks match-up (match-up - requested)

Male dbh, tmr and tua match-up (match-up - requested)

Being Cassie Lang’s sibling (hcs - requested)

(Haven’t figured out a title yet) | Rey x non-force sensitive gn!sibling (imagine - requested)

Sleepy | Viktor Hargreeves x fem!reader (imagine - half requested)

(Haven’t figured out a title yet) | Jayme Hargreeves x wife reader (smut - requested)

By The Candlelight | Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Clean Beginnings | Kit Tanthalos x maid!fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Promises in the Kitchen | Kit Tanthalos x maid!fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Autumn Cuddles | Mia Smoak x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

A few differences between The 100 books and The 100 show (ramble - not requested)

Mechanic playlist (playlist - not requested)

Unexpected Blooms | Kate Bishop x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Lazy Saturday | Kit Tanthalos x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

The Jayme Treatment | Jayme Hargreeves x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Comfort Amidst Chaos | Kit Tanthalos x maid!fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Arcane, TLOU match-up (match-up - requested)

When the Strong Crumble | Kit Tanthalos x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Sink or Swim | Joel Miller x gn!reader (platonic) (imagine - not requested)

Snowball | Viktor Hargreeves x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

(No title yet) | Male!nameless character x fem!reader (smut - requested)

HP and outer banks match-up (match-up - requested)

Outer banks and hp match-up (match-up - requested)

Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Prison Break masterlist (masterlist - not requested)

Harry Potter, Avatar (The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra), The Arrow, The Umbrella Academy, Outer Banks, Percy Jackson, Star Wars, and MCU match-ups + Harry Potter house sorting, ATLA/TLoK bending power, TUA superpower, Outer Banks pouge or kook, Percy Jackson cabin, Star Wars side, Star Wars lightsaber color (match-up, sorting - requested)

TLOU2 and Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

Hunger Games match-up (match-up - requested)

Arcane match-up (match-up - requested)

NSFW TLOU2 match-up (match-up - requested)

Harry Potter match-up (match-up - requested)

Spiderverse match-up (match-up - requested)

Abby Anderson yandere alphabet (alphabet - requested)

When Fear Takes Hold | Ellie Williams x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

Harry Potter golden era match-up (match-up - requested)

Worth the Trouble | Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!reader (imagine - not requested)

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[am-i-interrupting]

Can’t Go Back

Chapter Three

Master List

Tags: 1.5k words, eventual silco x reader, gn!reader, sex worker!reader, bisexual!reader

You weren’t always one of Babette’s little pride. Once, some long years ago, you worked down in the mines. The air was thick, you’d have to swallow it down your lungs and still you’d gasp as you did it. It’d blur your vision. The soot mixed in would sting your eyes.

You didn’t think back to those days much anymore or rather you tried not to. The past would always be a part of you, it made you. You just didn’t like to think about it. You’d never forget it though.

You always felt like you were dragging. You weren’t walking home when you left those mines, you were dragging a body and it ached. The joints cracked, the muscles throbbed, the chest weighed down heavy.

You felt like that now.

You shook Powder awake merely an hour ago. She groaned and looked up at you with blurry eyes filled with sleep. She rubbed them and blinked several times as her vision cleared.

“Let’s go,” you told her. “I’ll take you to my place for a little while and then we can do whatever you want.”

You thought maybe the extra bribe would cheer her up but her brows furrowed.

“I don’t want to leave,” she said.

You blinked several times, reeling from shock. You squeezed her shoulder.

“Powder, we’ve gotta go,” you said. “Ekko misses you. He’s worried sick. Don’t you want to see him?”

She wrapped her arm around her torso and looked away. She shook her head. “I’m not. . . ready. Tell him I miss him?”

“I—“

“She’s been safe and healthy with me for the past four months,” Silco said as he entered the room with three steaming drinks. He placed one blue mug with a silver, scale patterned handle in front of Powder and she took it immediately. “I think she’ll be able to survive a bit longer. Coffee?”

“You gave her coffee? She’s ten,” you said.

“Hardly too young, but no,” he said.

“It’s hot chocolate,” she said. She stretched her hands out towards you, mug cupped in them. “Want some? It’s really good.”

“No, thank you, Powder,” you said, causing her to halt her movements as she brought the mug back to her but she shook her head and pulled it close to her chest. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

You worried the inside of your lip. Then pressed those same lips to her temple and ruffled her hair. “I love you, kid,” you told her.

You got up, glared at Silco who gave you a false look of innocence, then left.

That is how you got to where you were now, wandering around the streets, thinking of how you were going to tell Ekko that Powder didn’t want to see him right now when you couldn’t even process that she felt safe with Silco.

“You were gone all night, you had us worried,” Babette said as you walked into her office. You slumped down with defeat into one of her couches. “What happened? Did you find her?”

“Yeah, it was her,” you said.

Babette didn’t pry with words. She sighed as she stood and asked someone in the hall for something. You didn’t catch what.

“Ekko was caught trying to sneak after you,” she said, now leaning in the entryway. “You should go see him. He cares about you—“ someone came in with two cups— “Thank you, sweetheart. He cares about you more than you know. It’d put him at ease.”

She handed you a teacup, small and delicate. It was made of a white base painted with pink lines. You took a sip from it.

“I don’t know what to tell him,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to tell him. Powder is right there. He finally accepts that maybe we won’t ever find her or Violet and now Powder is here and she doesn’t want to see him.”

“Is it really better he thinks she’s dead?” she asked. “Does he deserve that pain?”

“Of course not. He doesn’t deserve any of what’s happened to him. He shouldn’t have to lose as many people as he had and neither should she,” you said.

Silence stretched between the two of you.

Your eyes went to the walls covered in masks. You focused on one in particular.

It was a wooden mask, made of a darker wood. Engraved were little swirls and detailing for the cat shape. Though unlike most cat masks in the brothel, it wasn’t like that of a house cat. The features were more wild. The nose was bigger and wider, the eyes more angled, the ears large and curving, more like a bobcat than a domesticated one. Almost chaotically, blue color was smattered along the mask.

You finished your cup and set it down as you stood. You reached for it. It hadn’t been put on the wall too long ago and already it was being taken down again.

“Maybe we can prevent that,” you said. “Can’t make people not get addicted to whatever the hell Silco out in the waters but. . . He’s got money and money buys muscle and more muscle for him means less for us and that means we lose.”

Babette reached to place her hand on your arm. “Do what you have to do,” she said softly, voice free of judgment.

“I just want to protect my kids.”

“I know.”

“We’re losing anyway.”

“We are.”

You turned your head towards her. “You’re supposed to be talking me out of this.”

“I would be if you were being stupid,” she said before she patted your arm and walked back behind her desk. “You should take to wearing it again. It suits you.”

The door to your apartment creaked as it opened. You never got it fixed. You weren’t sure you ever would. Far too paranoid, especially these days. It was an old comfort.

Ekko looked up immediately. He put down the tools he was using to fix up an old music box you had tucked away and ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and shook your footing with the force of his hug.

“Where were you?” he asked, burrowing his face into your clothes.

You hugged him back, rethought the words you’d been thinking over for the past half a day.

“I got a tip on Powder,” you told him.

You could feel his breathing halt. He stiffened at the words. You expected nothing less. In contrast, toh actually expected more.

“Was it real?” his voice cracked with the words.

“Yeah, yeah, it was.”

He pulled away from you to look up at your face. For the first time in four months, you saw real hope in his eyes.

“Where is she? Why isn’t she here?”

“She is with an—“ a little, half white lie couldn’t hurt too badly— “old friend. She’s okay but she doesn’t want to talk right now. I think she’s still processing everything but maybe soon.”

He nodded. “Okay, okay. What about Vi?”

“We still don’t know, little man,” you told him.

His face didn’t crumble but that little spark of hope flickered, dimmed for a moment.

“How’s your progress?” you asked, changing the subject with a gesture towards the music box.

He inhaled sharply and his lips thinned into a pale line as he clamped them between his teeth for a moment.

“What’d you do to that thing?” he asked. “This should have been a day’s fix, maybe two. I’ve been working on it for nearly a week and it’s still not done! You throw it into a wall or something?”

“Something like that.”

He gave you a look filled to the brim with judgment. “Why would you do a thing like that? I thought you were supposed to be responsible?”

“Are you going to criticize me or are you going to fix it?” you asked him.

“I can multitask,” he said. “Seriously though, what the hell did you do to it?”

You walked over to the half fixed box. “It was a gift from an ex,” you told him. “We split and I had a couple drinks too many.”

“You’re not a violent drunk,” he said as he grabbed his tools and sat down.

“No, I’m not,” you said.

“So?”

“So, what?” you said as you sat across from him.

“What happened that was so bad you broke it?” he asked.

You sucked in a breath. “That is a story for when you’re older,” you told him.

His brows furrowed as he examined you with careful eyes. “You never say that.”

“Well, I’m saying it now.” You reclined in your chair. “What do you want to eat tonight? You wanna cook something or order out?”

He didn’t look up this time as he simply shook his head softly with a small smirk beginning to crawl into his lips. “Is that even a question?”

Yeah, no denying it. You made the right call. He was too good of a kid to lose anything else. They all were.

[castexpectopatronum]

Trying to convince arcane characters to stay in bed a little longer in the morning *cough* Vander please.

YES WE STAN VANDER

Masterlist

includes Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Vander

warnings: suggestive content (kinda nsfw?)

gn!reader, let me know if I messed up somewhere

Vi

“Vi,” you whined as she threw back the blanket, allowing a gush of cold air to hit your skin.

“Rise and shine, cupcake,” she said, laughing at the dirty glance you threw her.

“Come back.”

“Can't, I need to do my workout. Those muscles don't come from nowhere.” She winked at you and you suddenly had to clench your thighs together.

“You're denying me my cuddle time.”

“I'll give you all the cuddles when I come back. Promise.”

“I can't properly wake up without cuddles.”

“Have you tried coffee?”

You sat up, frustrated by her stubbornness. But Vi wasn't the only one with a set mind. “You know, I'm sure there's plenty of workouts you can do in bed.”

Vi, who had just been about to step into her shoes, froze. You leaned against the headboard, eyebrow cocked. The blanket had wrapped itself around your legs, revealing a generous amount of skin which you knew Vi was noticing.

“You play dirty,” she said lowly, blue eyes flashing.

You grinned. “That way we could work out together. You always said you wanted me to come with you.”

Vi's lips set in a smirk as she approached the bed in sure steps and you yelped when she suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you down. The next moment, she was looming over you, her face so close you could count her freckles.

“I warn you,” she breathed and you shivered as her hot breath ghosted your lips. “My workouts kill.”

You grinned, heart pounding in your chest. “Kill me, then.”

Viktor

It was close to a miracle that you even woke up before he'd left. Viktor usually got up so early that you had developed the habit of sleeping through his alarm clock and by the time you woke up for your work, he was long gone, his place on the mattress empty and cold. But this morning you felt his warm body next to you and before you had even fully woken you wrapped your legs around his, tangling your limbs and snuggling closer to his chest.

“(Y/N),” Viktor muttered, voice heavy from sleep, his accent stronger. Your heart fluttered at the way your name rolled off his tongue. “I need to get up.”

“Denied.”

Viktor chuckled, a deep, raspy sound. “I'm afraid it does not work like that.”

“Then make it work like that,” you replied. “You're a scientist.”

Admittedly, in your sleepy state, your words didn't make much sense, but they seemed to amuse Viktor all the same.

“And as a scientist, I need to do science.” He tried to rise from the bed, but your grip on his legs tightened (though you were of course careful to not put too much pressure on his bad one) and he fell back into the pillows. “My love.”

“How about an experiment?” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition. Of course science could peek his interest, not the half-naked, willing person next to him.

“An experiment needs a theory, right?” Your fingers found the buttons of his pyjama shirt and innocently played with them, which didn't escape Viktor's notice.

“Correct.”

“So here's my theory,” you said, propping yourself up. Viktor's amber eyes widened as you loomed over him. “I can get you to stay in bed with me.”

Viktor's gaze trailed along your figure before settling back on your face. “And how do you intend to prove your theory?” He did not sound as certain as he had a moment before.

A wicked grin flashed over your face. “I have a few ideas.”

“Would you mind sharing them?”

“You'll see,” you said innocently, slowly popping open the top button of his shirt. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “But you'll have to stay. For science.”

Caitlyn

That alarm clock was the most cursed thing in the world. Every morning, took a great deal of willpower from you to not take it and shatter it against the next wall.

Thankfully, Caitlyn quickly shut it off and sweet silence filled the room once more. You snuggled back into the satin pillows, humming in content, but your rest was disturbed when you noticed shuffling next to you.

“No,” you protested, grabbing Caitlyn's arm to hold her back. It was one of the world's biggest mysteries how she managed to be up bright and early every morning. You'd never even heard her complain, even though an Enforcer's working hours were murderous.

“I have to get to work,” she said softly.

“Ten more minutes.”

“I can't.”

“Five.”

“Darling …”

You pushed her back into the soft pillows, enjoying her widening eyes as you hovered over her. “Five minutes,” you whispered, letting your breath ghost over her lips, relishing in the shiver that went down Caitlyn's spine.

“I … I really have to go to work-” But the rest of her words got stuck in her throat when you pressed a feather-light kiss to her pulse point.

“And you're sure there's nothing I can to do to get you to give me these five minutes?”

She swallowed hard. “I suppose I could be … convinced.”

Grinning mischievously, you lowered yourself and pressed a kiss to her throat. “Careful, Cat. I'll have you stay in bed with me the whole day.”

Ekko

Ekko usually got up before you. He wasn't necessarily a natural early riser, but he had people to lead and take care of and he took his duties very seriously. So he got up early every single morning and while you admired that about him, you didn't love it.

So this morning, when Ekko stretched his long limbs and pressed a kiss to your hair, you shifted to lie on top of him, face buried in the crook of his neck.

He chuckled into your ear. “Pookie.”

You hummed but made no move to … move.

“C'mon.”

“No.”

“Baby.”

“No.”

He wrapped his arms around your middle and in a split second he'd flipped you so that he was now hovering above you, stealing your breath with the twinkle in his dark eyes. A smirk spread on your face as your eyes trailed across his toned torso, his muscled arms with which he was holding you in place.

“Good morning, pretty boy” you grinned.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Good morning.”

You wrapped your legs around his body, drawing him closer to your own. Ekko's breath hitched in his throat when your groins slid against each other.

“(Y/N) …”

“You know what would make this a really good morning?”

He sighed, a muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes roamed your face, caught between the duty to get up and the desire to close the distance between you two.

You took the decision from him by bucking your hips against his. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck it.” He pressed his lips to yours, capturing you in a heated kiss that left you breathless. “I'm gonna show you a good morning.”

Jinx

When Jinx woke up, you woke up. With her loud yawns, giant stretches that had you finding a fist in your face, and cheerful good mornings, it was impossible not to. But you didn't mind, not when the first thing you saw every morning was her bright grin, the cheerful twinkle in her eyes and the firm kiss she pressed to your lips. But Jinx never stayed, she was always quick to jump up and start her day. So you had to be even quicker to hold her down before she could leave the bed, arms and legs wrapped around her small figure.

“I've gotcha.”

She giggled, wiggling in your grap. “Sprinkles!”

You grinned into her shoulder, kissing the soft, exposed skin there. “I've gotcha,” you repeated, lowly this time and Jinx stilled.

“What are you going to do to me?”

You trailed your lips up her neck, relishing in her shivers. “Well, now that I've got you at my mercy …” Your tongue darted out to lick her neck and Jinx let out a quiet moan. “I don't think I'll let you leave until the day's over.”

“You can do a lot of things in that time.”

You hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face in her neck. “You know that thing we wanted to try?”

Jinx's eyebrows shot up and you grinned when you saw the excitement flash in her eyes.

“You won't be able to run away as quick when I'm through with you.”

Vander

“Don't,” you grumble when movement next to you pulls you from your slumber.

Vander chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that has your heart fluttering even after all this time. “I'm afraid I have to. I've got a bar to run.”

A bar, you huff in your thoughts, knowing the first thing Vander would have to deal with had nothing to do with giving out liquor. Instead, you rest your hand on his naked chest, playing with the curly brown hairs. You hear him sigh and a big warm hand engulfs your own. “Just a few more minutes.”

“I know what you're doing.”

You grin, eyes still closed. “Mhm?”

Vander was much bigger and heavier than you, so if you needed to convince him, physical force was not something you could count on. Thankfully, you were more than well-versed in other methods.

Vander shivered beneath you as your fingers traced a light path across his chest. You smiled against his warm skin and let your hand wander to his stomach and then lower until he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

“You little minx.”

“Fifteen minutes,” you mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows. “Fifteen? That's quite generous.”

Slowly, you rose up, pressing soft kisses to his chest while your hand began stroking him. Vander's mouth opened in a silent moan and his head fell back into the pillows. “Fuck.”

“Five for you,” you said, “and ten for me.”

After all, he was a gentleman.