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kikiiswashere · 2 days ago

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Four to Tango

As promised, part two of Waltzing for Three!!!

Thank you for helping me reach 200 followers for this little ol' blog of mine 🥰 And welcome to all the newcomers!

The idea for this ficlet was born of watching my bestie @sand-sea-and-fable help out a pregnant friend by lifting her belly off her hips, and it just sort of spiraled from there.

It's also worth noting that I myself am not a mother, nor have I given birth, nor do I wish to be a mom (husband got the ol' snip-snip). So why this fic? Good question 😅

That being said, I did my best to write about the labor process relatively accurately without getting into the super nitty-gritty of it 😂 So, please enjoy this weird little fever-dream of a fic, and please comment and reblog 💗

Tags for the interested parties: @luhmoon, @legendaryflowercheesecake, @thebeserkvernid, @miffysoo

Pairing: Established Silco x AFAB!Reader

Rating: Teen/Mature (brief reference to oral sex)

CW: Non-graphic descriptions of pregnancy and labor

Insistent cramping had woken you up in the wee-hours one morning, swelling and ebbing in a slow rhythm that sent your heart tapping, a loop of nerves coiling around your gut – little room that there was for it.

Silco had been a terribly light sleeper ever since Vander’s betrayal, ever since those early years on an under-tested Shimmer variant that left his brain unable to fully settle. So, the moment you shifted into a sitting position, he shot up as well.

“What’s wrong?”

Words got gummed up on fear and excitement in your mouth. There was a slight tremor in your fingers as they grazed over your belly. You had noticed it sitting even lower on your hips these past several days. While you were very done with being pregnant, you were still nervous and surprised to say –

“I think it’s time.”

With comical amounts of speed, but awe-inspiring grace, Silco flung himself from the bed, divesting himself of his eyepatch and pajamas. After changing into a simple set of trousers and an old button-up shirt, he fetched the stopwatch Jinx had invented to easily time your contractions, and wrote a tube prompting your midwife that she was needed. It had been decided early on that the babe’s delivery – barring any complications – would happen at The Last Drop. You, nor Silco, were willing to venture outside to a clinic when your family would be at its most vulnerable.

Too nervous to lay down, much less fall back asleep, you began pacing the large bedroom in your large sleep shirt. Every time a contraction locked up and spasmed through your lower belly and back, your fingers pressed the stopwatch’s clicker. And you breathed as the midwife had instructed. Silco kept you company, walking with you up and down the length of the bedroom, holding your hand and becoming an anchor to squeeze when contractions rolled through. Together, you both noted and kept track of their intervals. Their spacing and length suggested that the little one’s arrival was not imminent, but the consistency indicated that this was indeed labor.

The midwife arrived, ushered in by a half-asleep Sevika. You’d bribed her with an absurd bonus and several pre-paid sessions at Babette’s for her to crash in one of the Drop’s private guest rooms during these last days of your pregnancy. She was needed for security, and to stand-in for Silco when his attention and priorities would be elsewhere.

“Good luck,” she’d grumbled, barely glancing at you before shutting the bedroom door, and trudging back down the hall.

The midwife was a petite, wizened Vastaya who’d been selected for her services not only because of her field prowess, but because she was staunch loyalist to you and Silco. Shimmer had helped save more than one of her clients when the birthing process had begun to go sideways, and that was enough for her to hitch her wagon to your agenda.

She was also direct to the point of rudeness – a personality trait that was wholly welcome given the slippery, hidden, self-serving rhetoric you were used to having to deal with.

“Time?” she asked, setting her medical bag down on your dresser with a heavy thunk.

“Forty-five seconds to a minute, about every seven minutes,” you answered. Then gasped and doubled over as another contraction bent you.

The midwife hummed. “How long?”

“About an hour,” Silco said. He squeezed back at your hand as you rode out the current wave rolling through.

Clucking her tongue, the midwife shook her head, long ears slapping lightly against her horns.

“Early.”

Silco frowned. “You are being more than thoroughly compensated to show up whenever we ask.”

“Indeed. To the bed, miss. Let’s have a look.”

Once your legs were freed from the lock of the contraction, you shuffled to the bed. Silco helped you into position, and the midwife closed in. Her fingers were warm, but the tools were cold. The combination, along with your nerves, caused your lungs to shudder.

“Five,” she declared, drawing her head from between your thighs.

“That’s halfway,” you chuckled weakly. Silco brushed his thumb over your knuckles

The midwife hummed in agreement. “True. But as discussed, this process is not linear. And being your first delivery, it is very likely this will take a while. How is the pain?”

“Fine. Manageable.” It came out as a grit, but she didn’t seem to doubt you.

“You should eat and drink while you can. Is there anything else you want or need right now?”

Together, you and Silco walked to the small kitchen in your private quarters. You rested your forearms on the counter as the length of your spine hammocked behind you, hips gently swishing side-to-side. Silco kept the breakfast blissfully simple: toast with a light slather of butter, and a mug of warmed water with lemon.

Eating was slow going. Between the jitters and contractions, your appetite was seriously curbed. When you finally made it to the second piece of toast, Jinx shuffled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and bed-headed. Her bedraggled demeanor did not last long though, as her whip-quick senses tuned into the energy of the space. Big, blue eyes tracked between Silco – unusually underdressed – and your strange posture. One could nearly hear the cogs in her head clicking and whirring.

“Is it time?!”

In a flash, she clambered onto the stool next to you, bright and tittering. Her exuberance washed over you in a relieving breeze. Reaching over, you ran a hand through her unkempt hair.

“Sure is, kiddo.”

“When will he be here?”

“Could be a while yet, Jinx,” Silco answered. He set a glass of juice in front of her. “What would you like? Toad-in-the-hole? Porridge? Pancakes?”

“Make ‘em have a face!” she crowed.

A hook of a smile pulled at Silco’s mouth as he turned back toward the stove.

Jinx settled onto the stool; legs kicking merrily beneath her as she sipped her juice.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like intense menstrual cramps.”

Her small face squished in a ponder. While you had had that conversation with her, Jinx had yet to broach into that aspect of puberty. Thus, she had no point of reference.

“Kinda like when you roof-run after eating, and your abs cramp up,” you offered. “Kind of.”

A contraction swelled upon you, and you grit your teeth, face pinching, head dropping. Silco stepped away from the stovetop, and placed a grounding hand between your shoulder blades. Jinx watched, eyes wide and worried. Timidly, she shifted toward you, pressing her forehead to your shoulder.

The pain continued, but was temporarily numbed by the overwhelming love and gratitude for the two people on either side of you.

Your family.

It was never part of the plan when it came to your Silco’s ideas to lift Zaun up, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. And in a few hours, three would be four. Your heart beat big, tapping against your throat as the contraction passed. You clicked the stopwatch.

“That seems worse than roof-run cramps,” Jinx said suspiciously.

You chuffed. “Like I said: Kind of.”

Silco rubbed his hand up and down your spine a few times, before kissing your temple and returning to the stove.

“You remember what we talked about?” you asked Jinx.

She fiddled with her hair, nodding. “I can come and go as I please.”

“Right. If you want to be with us, I want you to be there. If you don’t, that’s fine, too. You get to decide, and it doesn’t have to be right now.”

Jinx nodded again, eyes staring into the middle-distance. Reaching over, you brushed your fingers through her hair again. Her eyes snapped back to yours.

“Are you scared?”

You gave her a reassuring smile.

“No. I’m happy.”

It wasn’t a lie. But a few hours later, your happiness was thoroughly overshadowed by the pain of labor. It was staggering how it had intensified. How it was becoming near non-stop as the space between contractions shortened and shortened. Gravity felt impossible to contend with on top of everything else, so you sank onto your bedroom floor with a low, guttural growl.

Silco had been attentive throughout, anticipating your needs before you even voiced them. Ever your anchor, your source for steadiness. Even now, on your hands and knees, his own wide palms settled onto your hips and pressed in. It pulled an appreciative groan from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my love.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Your eyes flicked to the bathroom door where Jinx was helping the midwife prepare a warm bath. You were proud of your girl. Admittedly, part of you doubted she would choose to stick around once labor became loud and more intense. When you could no longer keep yourself from crying out, hesitancy had flickered in her eyes, and her brows pitched in concern. But instead of dashing away, she’d reached for your hand and held tight.

“Is there anything you can give her?” she’d asked the midwife incredulously.

The female had smirked, impressed and moved by the girl’s protectiveness of you.

“I have mild pain relievers, but nothing that will fully numb – “

“Shimmer?”

The midwife’s black lips thinned. “That is only to be used in emergencies,” she explained. “It is too potent and powerful to be used for anything other than the most extreme circumstances. Which – “her eyes looked up at your haggard form on the bed – “does not seem probable. Her labor is progressing as it should. There is nothing to worry about.”

Jinx frowned, doubtful, and hunkered closer to your side.

“Seems like a dumb design that it hurts so much.”

“Agreed,” you wheezed.

“Come,” the midwife said, “let’s check you.”

She declared you’d progressed to eight centimeters. That had been three hours ago. And the pain just continued to climb and build.

A small sob burst through your teeth. Silco knelt at your side, quietly saying your name.

“I’m scared, Sil,” you admitted in a whisper. You were thankful Jinx wasn’t near to hear you back-pedal. Your breath hitched and words tumbled out: “I don’t know if I can do this.”

He took your warm and tear-streaked face between his hands, and repeated your name.

“Look at me.”

Reluctantly, your tired and wet eyes focused on his face. He looked at you with fierce earnestness, thumbs sweeping across the apples of your flushed cheeks. Suddenly, part of you grieved that the baby would never know Silco without his scars. Or yours. Outside and in.

Silco called your name again.

“Look at me,” he repeated. Your eyes slid back to his. Blue and red pinned you in place. “You can do this. I’ve not met anyone more tenacious, nor strong, nor as spirited as you. Those are but a few of the reasons I fell in love with you so long ago.” His eyes softened now; his adoration made plain. “You’ve absolutely no reason to doubt yourself.”

A small hiccup bubbled from your mouth, and you pressed your face into the warmth of his palm, breathing him in deeply. Not having properly dressed for the day, he hadn’t put any cologne on. The natural terra-sweet scent of his skin filled your nose. You were grateful for his support, respect, and belief in your abilities. A sudden, silly thought flitted across your mind.

“Not my dance moves?”

A single amused breath huffed from his throat. That infinitesimal smirk – one of the reasons you’d fallen in love with him – appeared on his lips. His blue eye flashed; as it often did when an idea struck him. Silco lifted to his feet, and used a strong grip to pull you to yours. He guided your arms to loop around his shoulders and neck, while his went to your low back. A weary chuckle left you as you understood. Your cheek was a relieved, heavy weight against his shoulder. It had to be a strange sight, this dance configuration: with your body slouched against his, massive belly hanging between you two. Slowly, your feet began gently shifting side-to-side.

“Admittedly,” he murmured against your crown, “your dance moves leave something to be desired right now.”

You laughed, even as another contraction swelled within you. Silco’s hands firmed up on your body, holding you upright as it moved through your body.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you hissed as most of the pain subsided. It was such now that there was no longer any real relief.

“A dance and a suck job? Lucky me.”

Your fingers pinched Silco’s upper back, and you felt the tremor of silent laughter in his shoulders.

“Tub’s ready!” Jinx sang as she flounced out of the bathroom.

Managing to smile at her, despite another great, contracting swell that threatened to bring you to your knees, you took her hand. Silco kept a strong arm wrapped around your middle, and you followed Jinx into the humid warmth of the bathroom.

The water helped. Its heat soothed your pained muscles and aching bones. The irony was not lost on you that you found peace in it. After a few minutes of settling into the tub, you gave Silco a look that to anyone else may have seemed like nothing. But he caught the message in your eyes, and tucked himself close to the tub’s edge, taking your hand. Jinx huddled herself into his lap, nervously fingering the buttons on his shirt.

About an hour later, the midwife’s large ears flicked in your direction as the quality of your breath shifted, as the sounds leaving you turned deeper and more animal. Her deft hands slipped into the water and between your legs.

“Something changed,” you gasped, hunching slightly. “It feels like – “

“It’s time,” she said, pulling her hands from the water. Somehow, she’d also stripped your underwear off in the same movement without you noticing. “It’s time to push.”

Push. The word settled into your body with a deep, innate knowing.

Yes. That’s what you were feeling. The near uncontrollable need to bare down. An old, predetermined instinct washed over you. You could do this.

But you did not want to do it alone.

“Sil.”

The grit of his name and the way you shifted yourself forward spurred your partner into understanding. Swiftly, he stood, deposited Jinx onto the stool he’d vacated, and then stepped into the tub, sliding in behind you. Settling against his chest, your hand ferociously intertwined with his. His heart beat firmly against your back.

“You can do this,” he whispered into your ear.

“Give me your other hand, dear,” the midwife said. You did so and she guided it under the water, preparing you to feel and catch. “Push.”

“Push! Push!” Jinx cried, her little fists pumping and bopping in the air madly.

Gritting your teeth, you did just that. A sound you didn’t know you were capable of making burst from your lungs. When the air ran out, you slumped against Silco’s chest.

“Breath in,” the midwife demanded. You did so. “Push!”

You did again, a roar ripping from your chest. A roar that ended in a surprised yip as something into your hand.

“Again,” the midwife demanded.

And you complied, baring down with everything you had. With all the might and tenacity and power your body could exert. Another battle cry echoed off the bathroom tiles, and a solid weight slid into your hand. You ripped your other hand from Silco’s grip, and pulled a wriggling newborn from the water.

“It’s a boy!” Jinx yelled, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Her brother’s face squidged, and his pink mouth opened in an announcing wail. You joined in and pulled the babe to your chest. Silco went very still behind you, scarcely breathing. Then his hands appeared over yours, cradling the baby at your chest. Like on the night you’d taken in Jinx, he pulled his legs up around you both and held tight.

Later, once the placenta had passed (something Jinx was equally horrified and enthralled by) you were helped out of the tub, and cleaned. The midwife tied off the babe’s umbilical cord, and once some time passed, you watched with an incredibly full heart as Silco severed it.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen the expression on your partner’s face. A soft, careful, wonderous thing. Then it hit you all at once. You were watching Silco fall in love. The notion took your breath away and fresh tears welled in your eyes. Jinx clung to you, and you to her.

“Thank you for being with me, Jinx. It helped.”

The girl beamed up at you, holding on tighter.

“I think it is your turn for a shower, sir,” the midwife said, twisting off the umbilical nub.

Silco watched her hands like a hawk as she did. He slid in once she finished, and wrapped him in a blanket Jinx had decorated. It was a small thing, but you caught the tremor in his hands. Keeping Jinx tucked against your side, you came to stand next to him.

“He’ll be here when you get out of the shower,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yeah! Go get the baby juice off you!” Jinx ordered.

Silco’s expression of awe turned to one of bemusement as he glanced at your daughter.

“Yes. I suppose I should.”

Your own hands shook a bit as you gathered your son – your son! You wondered if the shock would wear off – and ushered Jinx to follow the midwife out of the bathroom.

With no small amount of effort, your body, beyond sore and exhausted, climbed into bed. The baby cooed and nuzzled and fussed against your chest as you settled into the pillows and duvet. Jinx climbed in on the opposite side, and snuggled close.

“He’s already sleeping!”

“It’s hard work being born. Don’t you remember?” you chuckled.

Jinx laughed, “No!”

A small smile curled the midwife’s mouth as she snapped her bag shut. She turned to you and bowed her head.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you said, eyes on your boy. Then you lifted them to hers, and said again, “And thank you.”

She nodded again, horns catching the light in the room.

“It was my honor.”

She gave you and the baby one last cursory check over, and took her leave.

A few moments after she left, there was a knock on the door, and Sevika stuck her head in.

“Ogre!” Jinx cried. “I gotta brother!”

Even Sevika’s presence couldn’t dampen Jinx’s mood.

Silco’s lieutenant grunted, and stepped over to the bed. She stayed at a distance though, craning her neck to peer down at you and the baby.

“Yep. That’s a baby. Congrats.”

“Thank you, Sevika.”

Behind her, Silco emerged from the foggy bathroom in a fresh pair of slacks and an unbuttoned shirt. Sevika tilted her strong chin in his direction and he nodded back.

“I’ll leave you all to it then,” she said.

Her poncho twirled as she spun back to leave. As she and Silco crossed paths, a metal finger tip whipped out from beneath the red fabric, and poked his bare belly. He jolted and shuddered. He sneered at her, but she just snickered and slipped out of the room.

Silco shook his head, damp hair beginning to curl at the ends. He rounded the bed, and climbed in, sandwiching Jinx between your bodies. He leaned over the girl’s head and kissed you.

“What’re we gonna name him?” Jinx pipped.

You and Silco exchanged a look.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted.

“I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” he added.

Immediately, Jinx began rattling off all her suggestions.

Before a name could be decided, you fell asleep. Jinx followed shortly after; her plump cheek pressed against your shoulder. Gingerly, Silco lifted the baby from your arms, and brought him to his bare chest. The boy tensed, and then melted, a small wispy sigh leaving him.

Silco melted, too; a foreign, near indescribable softness filling him up. He brought his hand to the boy’s back, its length and width nearly covering all of him. His son was so small.

His son. His son.

Emotions gripped him so intensely he nearly choked.

Elation, love, fear.

Grief.

There was grief that his child was born technically as a citizen of Piltover. But that anguish was small compared to the other one that had been tucked away in the scar tissue of Silco’s heart ever since you had told him of the pregnancy. A pain that he hated he harbored.

The secret grief was that Vander wasn’t here to see this. The grief that his Brother had ruined any chance of participating in this milestone. The grief of Vander’s death (justified though it was) was scratched open as Silco’s son lay on his heart. The grief that, had things gone differently, Silco would’ve named the boy after his Brother.

“Sil.”

Silco’s head whipped around at the sound of your voice. Your beautiful, exhausted, beautiful face shone up at him. There was a smile on your lips that he wished to taste, so he leaned over Jinx’s head again and pressed his mouth to yours.

“I told you you could do it,” he whispered leaning back. You smiled and nodded wearily.

The baby grunted and shifted against Silco’s chest, and he pet the back of his head so, so softly. It broke your heart into a million pieces, and then they jumped right back together. Your eyes slid back up to your partner’s profile.

You felt his grief, because it was yours, too.

“I know, Silco,” you whispered. He looked over to you. Jinx snored softly between. “I wish it had been different, too.”

Silco’s eyebrow dropped, and his lips softened. He glanced down at the baby on his chest, and chuckled ruefully.

“I truly don’t know what to name him.”

You shrugged. “We’ll figure it out.”

He nodded. You sat in silence for a while, listening to your children breath. Jinx’s raspy breaths and the baby’s snuffling. It was music to your ears. You would never tire of hearing it.

Just as you were about to doze again, you felt Silco’s energy shift. Eyes sharpening onto him, you watched as he first gently ran his fingers over Jinx’s freckled cheek. Then, so carefully, he lifted the baby from his chest so he could look at his small face.

“You and your sister will have better than we did,” he promised. “Me and your mother will give you a nation.”

Your son’s eyes fluttered open and closed, the bud of his mouth stretching into what looked like a small smile. Your throat tightened horribly, and you tucked your nose into Jinx’s crown.

When you were sure you could speak without choking, you lifted your head and said, “We promise.”

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atalldrinkofcaprisun · 14 days ago

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Don’t Wait For Me After I’m Gone (pt. 2)

silco x gn!reader - he didn’t die AU - tw: canon compliant violence, drug use - 18+

howdy!!! reposted and edited again! I’m having trouble with all of the links so sorry they’re not super functional right now. But anyways, I MISS MY WIFE TAILS!!

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The screaming was the worst part. You had been posted outside of The Doctor’s underground laboratory/cave for three hours now, under the orders not to enter unless you wanted to be sedated until the procedure was over.

When the Scientist arrived at the factory, he had started work immediately. The bullets nimbly extracted and quickly stitched, his hand feebly squeezing your own when he could. You had pressed kisses to his damp temples and pushed hair out of his face, back into his rumpled style. He’d even notice sometimes but it was clear he was in agony.

“It is good you kept that with you,” The Doctor nodded his head towards the injector lying cracked on the floor towards the far wall. You had thrown it off as soon as it had emptied, “He would have been unreachable if you had not administered the medicinal serum. It gave him just enough to hold on.”

“So, he’s going to be okay?” You asked, trying to give that little flame of hope in your chest something to fuel itself.

“He will survive, yes. Survival at least.” the bandaged man replied cryptically before returning his full attention to Silco, “I suggest making plans to move him to safety. Your opponents will be hunting for you soon if they haven’t started already.” He’d put a hand on your shoulder, “I know where they will not find you.”

Shortly afterwards, you had sprinted all the way back to The Last Drop. Exhausted and shaking, you’d only managed a stammering, “Silco. He’s- the warehouse…” before promptly passing out into Ran’s arms. You’d woken up in your bed, apparently you had only been out about 20 minutes.

Now, here you stood, arms crossed and leaning against a rough stone wall. Your nails dug into your skin, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t leave, not when he was in pain. Jinx had been permitted in. Whatever had transpired between Jinx and The Doctor had created a new trust. You had wanted to protest but when Jinx set Silco down on the examination table and sat quietly in a chair in the corner, her eyes not moving from Silco, you had surrendered. Jinx needed to know her father wasn’t going to be one more thing to haunt her. You could keep watch this time.

Sevika was elsewhere getting her arm fixed once again, and keeping all of the intelligence open for signs of what had been happening in Piltover. She’d headed back to The Drop. Running Zaun directly or alone had never been something you wanted. Especially now, with the love of your life still in danger of being lost forever, and your child being the cause on top of whatever had been done to her-

There came another string of rambles, ranging from terror to agony to anger. Occasionally you would hear The Doctor muttering. You could feel the wave of emotions settle between your shoulders, winding up the muscles like snakes tensing to bite. You needed a distraction.

Threats were going to be coming from all sides. Jinx had officially crossed the carefully toed line of impertinent interference that Silco had perfected. You didn’t know what the aftermath of the missile had been, and it didn’t take a genius to guess. A part of you didn’t care. Fuck the Topsiders for needing to be brought to the battlefield. Still, you couldn’t ignore the stiffness setting in your arms and neck, your hands clenched into fists as tears began to resurface.

Another moan of pain, this one low and mournful… your name again. You covered your ears and tried to fight the urge to bust through the door.

Fuck it. You’d rather be sedated then hear one more second of this without being able to help. Hands flew to the door handle of their own accord, but were met with the empty air as the door opened first.

Jinx’s pink eyes bore into your own, flat, “Doc say you can come in. Apparently he’s though the worst. Dad’ll- be okay.” She sounded completely drained.

You gathered Jinx in a tight hug, wanting to offer any sort of comfort you could, “He’s going to understand. We’ve been so worried about you, Blue.”

“I killed him.” She mumbled into your shoulder, “I almost-”

“But you didn’t,” you pulled back to look in her eyes, your hands pushing her bangs off of her forehead to finally get a good look. She was so pale now, worse than before, almost spectral. Her freckles and dark makeup only making her appear more sickly, she was smeared with dirt and blood and crusted tears. Her eyes weren’t glowing anymore, but their pale blue had been consumed by the eery magenta of Shimmer. “He knows how much you’re struggling. He isn’t dead. It was an accident. He knows that.”

Jinx didn’t look convinced, only lifting your arms off of her and pushing past into the fissures beyond, “I just need to be alone.“ She turned before she crossed behind the faint lantern glow, “You know where to find me,” and then she was gone.

You waited, letting the compulsion to run after her and comfort her dissolve for a later time. If anything would be able to get through to Jinx it would be Silco himself. In order for him to get the chance, however, you needed to make sure Silco would stay alive. Jinx was smart, and knew when and how to lay low. She would be alright for a few hours. With a deep breath and you headed into the attached cavern.

“Doctor, Is he-“ your gaze mimed fixated on the disheveled and miserable man strapped to the gurney. At the sound of your voice Silco’s eyes landed on you, relief washing over his expression the moment he processed what he was seeing. “Thank Jannah, Sil,” you sighed, stepping and crossing the space. Your hand fell into his, fitting perfectly into his palm, warm and alive and responsive. With a smile you took your free hand and pushed the strands of charcoal and ash hair out of his face, “Hey there, handsome.” You beamed.

The once bright orange iris, now matching his daughter’s pink hue, was scanning along your features, relief washing over the face you had come to love more than you had ever thought possible. His pale blue eye was just as intently looking at you, but his eyelid hung heavy with exhaustion, “What’s a creature like you,” his voice was strained and low, rumbling out of his chest more than his throat, “doing in a place like this?”

Your mind played the first time he had said that to you as you grinned, “That line is still too cheesy to work.”

“Better than the look you gave me when I said it then.” He hummed as your hand moved from his hair to brush his cheek, “Did I ever tell you it was Jinx’s idea?”

“To try and hit on me after saving my life or?” You laughed lightly.

“To tell you,” he wheezed for a second as a flare of purple raced up his skin and into his damaged iris, “ah, how pretty you looked.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the pain seemed to become just a little less.

“So you settled on calling me a creature?” You scoffed teasingly.

“Is now the time for such, frivolous things?” The Doctor’s tone was annoyed as he cut in. He started undoing the straps holding Silco down, and he motioned for you to help him.

You looked at the scientist with one brow raised as Silco sighed, “I’ve nearly died today. It makes a man think about things… differently,” his gaze didn’t move from your face, like he was studying it for the first time. You were used to his staring habit, but this felt different. Maybe it was the drugs, “so beautiful,” he muttered so low, he probably hadn’t even noticed he’d said it.

“Shut up, old man,” you smiled, “Save your breath.”

The Doctor moved to your side of the table, batting you away as he began to unstrap his arm and head. Which was only fair since you hadn’t even started to undo the buckle. Your hand slipped away from Silco’s and you immediately missed the feeling. The anxiety that boiled in your stomach was vicious and your skin seemed to itch with the need to continue to make sure Silco was truly alive and real, on the mend and going to survive. Once the kingpin was free, the Doctor took his pulse, then gently helped him rise to a sitting position. His face contorted with the pain but eased as he breathed through it. At last, Doc looked towards you and nodded, giving his permission, you could fully take in your paramour.

Silco’s left arm was protectively hugged around his bandage wrapped torso, his smoldering eye still pulsing pink as was it’s seafoam counterpart. His hair was haphazard and his makeup smeared away long ago, the ashen skin of his scar visible in large smudges. You wrapped your arms around him as gently as you could manage, still causing him to hiss ever so slightly. His heartbeat thumped away under your ear, protected in his rib cage, fast and a little irregular. His smell was tainted with blood and sweat but it was still him. His free arm pulled you closer, his nose resting on top of your head. Together you breathed. Just for a moment that to you, felt like the exact eternity you needed to find your voice.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

He chuckled deep in his chest, “I promise to try and not make it a habit, my lovely.”

You only burrowed further into his arms in reply. Your home was here. Safely by Silco’s side, in his arms, breathing and basking in the gift of having more time. Just as the tension had begun to ease from your shoulders Silco spoke again, “Where is Jinx? Is she alright?”

You met his gaze, “She’s… upset. She didn’t mean to kill you. I think she’s headed back to her lab. I wanted to go with her but…”

“But you needed to make sure I would be alright first.” He gently finished and ran a hand through your hair, “Thank you for saving me. Now we’re officially even.” He let his fingertips stroke your cheek, “We need to get to Jinx. I need to tell her I forgive her.”

“You won’t be able to walk on your own yet, old friend.” The Doctor spoke up again from his desk across the room, apparently he had returned to his more important projects, “Your body is still processing the serum. You don’t have your daughter’s vitality.”

Silco frowned over at the old scientist, “I think I can manage. And anyways,” he looked down at you, “I won’t be alone.”

You nodded, and stepped out of his embrace to help him down and onto his feet. As he touched the stone floor however, his legs seemed to buckle and he fell onto you heavily with a grunt of pain. You caught him and let him get his grip on the edge of the gurney. His teeth grinding as he pulled himself upwards, “Sil? Are you-?”

“It’s fine.” The ever stubborn Eye of Zaun commanded. The Doctor and you shared a quick look.

You knew he was lying but he had more pressing concerns than his own comfort at the moment, “Can you?” he gestured vaguely around himself. Asking for help was still not something he was completely comfortable with, but you knew what he meant.

You shifted around him, so one of your arms was around his midsection, the other was holding his hand as his own arm swept over your shoulders. Jinx��s Lab and The Last Drop were a bit of a walk away. The Doctor, grumbling all the while, retrieved a cane from some depths of his caverns and gave you what doses Silco might need if he took a sudden turn. With measured steps you began to lead Silco to the door. Just before you crossed the threshold, Silco tugged and stopped, “Thank you, Doctor. My family owes you a great debt.”

A stiff and matter of fact “I know.” was the only reply he received.

Silco pressed a kiss to your temple and together you set off.

#silco #arcane #silco x reader #dontwaitformeafterimgone.series #Spotify

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 month ago

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Good Intentions Part Twenty-Six

Ongoing Silco x fem!reader fic (no reader description, no use of 'Y/N')

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: Threats, references to past relationship, mentions of past drugging and assault, breaking and entering, fingering, unprotected sex, intercrural sex, drug mentions.

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You had a good view of the Rise from the window of your office.

Ronid’s apartment complex had been finished slightly behind schedule - to be expected, really. You had managed to be out for a casual walk in a deeply hooded cloak when the opening ceremony was going on, and you had easily spotted Arunn in the group standing behind Ronid. He was slightly to Ronid’s right, joined by Jazper and a few of the other Undercity business owners. Arunn was the one to accept the scissors when Ronid was finished cutting the ceremonial ribbon.

The casual nature of their interaction told you everything you needed to know: Arunn had found a place at the Rise. He was helping Ronid just as he had helped you, and was just as highly depended-upon there.

You had made accidental eye contact with Jazper as he glanced out into the crowd. Jazper simply offered a sad smile and a shallow nod in your direction before he turned his attention back to Ronid’s speech.

There were nearly fifty Undercity residents working in and around the Rise. Ronid had employed them as receptionists, groundskeepers, cleaning staff, managers… Cipanni’s electrician friend had sent two of his apprentices to work together on maintaining the apartment building’s power grid and make general repairs. He was always willing to come down and check up on them, but he didn’t have to make many trips.

Jazper had told you all of this, of course. Arunn had said he didn’t want to have further contact with you, and you were determined to respect his wishes. And despite Jazper’s insistence that he couldn’t continue to speak with you, he found ways to keep you informed.

Any time you saw the upper floors of the Rise, your mind turned to the state of the Undercity. And since those floors were within easy sight distance, you thought of the Undercity often.

The Council had never started another Committee. You had been hopeful that they would soften their initial extreme reaction and agree to give the Undercity some sort of representation. But they had never swayed in their opinion and, as the months steadily passed by, you lost hope that it would ever happen.

But the last time you spoke, Jazper had told you that there were more investors lining up to develop the Undercity. They reached out to him to find out about the business climate and learn more about the types of permits they would need.

Jazper had meetings set up with a few of these would-be developers over the following weeks. He had promised to emphasize that the current trend of business in the Undercity was intensely focused on corporate social responsibility. If they seemed to have a bigger interest in turning a profit than helping the people, Jazper would urge them to look elsewhere.

It was wonderful that you could continue to be part of the Undercity’s continued growth, but it hurt that you had to do so from the outside.

Patients still flooded into the Haven for help with their Shimmer addictions. If anything, the number of patients had increased in the past few months. When you asked a few people why they had chosen to come in then, they had told you that the Undercity was opening up. They had a chance to build better lives, and the first step was breaking their dependence on Shimmer.

HexTech’s donations had kept you afloat, but they weren’t enough to cover everything. Your grant applications weren’t accepted at nearly the rate they had been before your ties to Silco had been made public, but they also weren’t automatically denied anymore. The refusals you got were because of details you had missed or a flood of worthy applications, not because of Silco. And the grants you did win helped fill in the gaps around what HexTech gave you.

Most importantly, there hadn’t been another break-in. The patients could feel safe at the Haven, and that could only help them recover faster.

Of course, break-ins didn’t have to be violent to be disconcerting.

“Hey,” Fletcher called, drawing your attention. He was perched at the top of the stairs while you worked in the kitchen, forcing you to look up at him. “Someone’s waiting for you in your office.”

With that ominous warning, you took a second glance at Fletcher’s face. The lines of his expression were deep and taut, his posture rigid. He was scared.

You put down the bowl of ingredients you had been mixing, briefly rinsing your hands before you started for the stairs. “Thanks for letting me know, Fletcher. Can you take over for me while I’m gone? This shouldn’t take long.”

Fletcher made a strangled sound, but nodded. You continued to your office as quickly as possible without running. If Silco was back, you hoped to handle him without a lot of fuss. You had told him exactly what you thought of his proposal for a resumed deal the last time he came to the Haven uninvited, but Silco was nothing if not persistent…

“I told you-” you started as you pushed the door open, but the eyes that met yours weren’t a mismatched green and orange. Instead, they were a brown that managed to be cold and piercing. “Sevika.”

She didn’t bother answering aloud, offering only a curt nod in reply to your greeting. You stepped inside and closed the door behind yourself, feeling rather like you were closing yourself in a cage with a dangerous animal.

But the Undercity was all about appearances. You kept your chin high and your face unworried as you circled the office to sit behind your desk. When you were seated, hands folded on the desk in front of you, you addressed Sevika directly. “What can I do for you?”

“Accept Silco’s offer.”

You gaped at that for half a second before you recovered enough to shake your head. “Direct as ever. But no, I can’t do that.”

Sevika stared at you grimly, a muscle twitching in her jaw.

You met her stare evenly, trying to look as casual as someone speaking to a friend over a hot drink. “Anything else?”

“Why?”

“Because I-” You sighed lightly, pushing it through your nose to keep the sound to a minimum. “My reputation has suffered badly enough for having a known association with Silco. If it ever…”

You paused, remembering at the last second who you were speaking to. Sevika was nothing if not loyal to Silco, so showing your weak spots was not the best way to go about things. “If anyone realized that I had willingly continued that association with him even after all of the repercussions, it would ruin what little reputation I have left.”

“So that’s it?” Sevika asked, sounding thoroughly disgusted. “You’re going to throw everything away for your reputation?”

“No, I threw away my reputation for everything Silco offered,” you corrected. “Now I’m just trying to make things right. That means going about things the right way. Which also means not accepting any more deals from your boss.”

“He’s making everyone miserable,” Sevika bit out, clearly unhappy with your reasoning. “He’s been in a shit mood since you kicked him out of here - the first time - and you’re not doing any better than you were before you decided to give all the work to someone else.”

“That’s not what happened,” you snapped.

“Really?” she asked, giving you a knowing smirk. “Because it sure looks like you saw a way to pass all of this place’s problems along to Piltover while you sat around and told everyone that you’re an expert.”

You ground your teeth. “Not that you care, but that isn’t fair. Maybe I shouldn’t have believed Piltover when they said that they wanted to work on fixing things. But it’s not like I was going to shut the Haven down. I had plans for who would take over the daily operation, grant applications I was going to write so the doors could stay open, and connections to make sure the Undercity’s opportunities kept growing. I was never going to abandon this place-”

“No, but you were going to abandon Silco.”

That made you blink in stunned silence for far too long. “Abandon? Silco? That’s putting too much on our relationship. That makes it sound like he cares-”

“He does,” Sevika interrupted again. “Haven’t you been listening? Nothing affects him this way, especially when it’s something that doesn’t impact his business or his family. But he’s pissed, and he’s been pissed since you cut him off.”

“Charming,” you managed, weakly rolling your eyes. “But I can’t live my life based on what Silco wants.”

“And what about what you want?” she asked. “I saw the way you were when Silco was drugged.”

“You mean when I agreed to protect him at great risk to myself and my business?” you asked, doing your best to push away the sick fear that washed over you at the mention of it. “I’m sure I looked upset, but that doesn’t mean I care about Silco.”

Sevika snorted. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You sighed. “I don’t think this conversation is going to go anywhere. Is there something else you want from me? Because I’m not changing my mind about taking Silco up on his offer to resume our deal.”

She watched you for a long moment, dark eyes studying your every feature. Eventually, though, she sighed and stood up. “I know you aren’t stupid enough to think he’s going to let this go without a fight. Even if you won’t admit it, everyone knows that you and Silco care about each other. You don’t get that scared without something behind it.”

“Whatever we might have had is behind us,” you insisted, following her to the doorway of your office. “Thank you for coming, though. I know Silco appreciates having someone to look out for him.”

“For your sake, I hope you’re right about things being in the past,” Sevika said, and it sounded like a warning. “Otherwise, denying him isn’t going to make him happy.”

There didn’t seem to be a good response to that, so you bit your tongue and silently closed the door behind her.

The conversation with Sevika had you on-edge for the next few days. Every knock on the door made your heart stutter, you flinched every time someone called your name, and footsteps on the street behind you made your own steps quicken.

You didn’t think Silco would attack you, but Sevika was right: Silco didn’t let go of the things he considered ‘his’. Not easily and never without a fight. He was more likely to damage something he couldn’t have than let someone else enjoy it.

The thought made you pause, chest feeling tight. If you even gave the appearance of forming another connection with someone - sexual or romantic - you had no doubt that Silco would reappear with plenty to say about it.

You didn’t hate the idea. And you hated that you didn’t hate it.

Did you have feelings for Silco? You didn’t think so… but what if you were so deep into denial that you couldn’t tell any longer? You despised doubting yourself like this, but Sevika had made some excellent points. You couldn’t remember being as scared as you had been when she had shown up at your doorstep with a drugged and bloodied Silco in tow.

Not when you realized Silco actually had released information about your business ties. Not when Piltover canceled the task force. Not even when Arunn had left and all of your grants had dried up.

You pulled up short in your pacing, swearing as loudly as you could without drawing unwelcome attention. Laid out like that, there was only one conclusion you could draw:

You had feelings for Silco.

Maybe not love. Not anything so pure or straightforward, but there was something there. There had to be. Otherwise, you would have rejoiced at the idea that Silco may die. You would take advantage of this situation as a clean break. You would never look back, and you certainly wouldn’t be aching to resume your deal with him. You wouldn’t long for something more…

With that disconcerting realization, you shut off the lights in your office and retreated to your room. There was nothing to do from here but go to bed and hope that things would resume some semblance of normalcy tomorrow.

Falling asleep seemed to take an eternity, but when you finally managed to slip into blissful unconsciousness, you found that your brain still wouldn’t stop. You turned onto your side for what was easily the tenth time, sighing lightly as you tried to fall back into whatever semblance of sleep you had managed.

The bed dipped behind you, an arm slipping around your waist at almost the same instant. You squeaked in alarm, but your recognized the voice that shushed you. Besides, with the dim orange light bathing the covers ahead of you, there was little doubt who it was.

“Did you miss me so desperately, pet?”

The smooth purr of Silco’s almost made you shiver, but you managed to fight it off. “Never. Why are you here?”

Silco gave an amused chuckle. “Sharp words, yet I notice you haven’t moved away from me. Perhaps you do not hate me as fiercely as you claim to.”

“I never hated you,” you disagreed, almost smiling when Silco made a wordless sound of skepticism. “Though I got pretty close when you ruined my job.”

“Let us talk of more pleasant things,” Silco demurred. “Sevika tells me that she came to visit you today. She had an… interesting theory about your reaction when I was drugged. I remember little of that day, so you will have to tell me if there is any truth to it.”

“I would prefer not to discuss that day.” You were glad you hadn’t turned to face him directly. Silco had always been disconcertingly good at reading your expression, and you didn’t want to know what he would find written across your face.

Unaware of your internal worries, Silco paused. “Because you find me a loathsome, power-hungry despot who craves to rule Zaun with an iron grasp? Or is there another reason?”

“That isn’t fair,” you objected. “I may have been uncomplimentary, but I never said any of that.”

“Can you tell me that you did not think it?” Silco pressed, smirking when you stayed silent. “In that case, perhaps we should speak of more pleasant things. Or nothing at all.”

Your sleep-addled mind believed that he meant to leave, and your heart rebelled at the idea. You had an instant to berate yourself - just because you loved him didn’t mean you could lose all sense of rationality - but that train of thought was derailed when Silco’s lips descended on the curve of your neck.

The wordless moan escaped before you could even try to hold it back. Silco hummed approvingly. “That’s it, pet. I missed you, too. Missed this.”

Even as he murmured low praises in your ear, Silco’s hand wandered downward until he could cup your breast in his hand. His thumb found your nipple easily even through the bedsheets and the cotton of the shirt you were wearing. Apparently, it wasn’t enough for him, since his hand dipped inside both barriers in an instant.

Silco’s touch was just as addictive as it always had been, sweet and necessary and so damn good that you found yourself growing more obsessed with it by the moment.

“I cannot tell, pet,” Silco said lazily, pausing to nip at the soft curve of your jaw. “Do you want this? Want me? Perhaps I should stop…”

“No, Silco!” Your hand rose to clamp over the back of his, holding him in place. “Keep going. I need you.”

His laugh was low and a little mean. “Precisely what I hoped you would say.”

The hand still disappeared from under yours, leaving your breast feeling cold and neglected. When Silco’s fingers wormed their way under the thin barrier of your pajama pants and the panties you had already soaked, you were able to forgive the loss.

He parted your folds with easy familiarity, fingertips dipping just inside of your entrance before dragging your wetness up to draw circles against your clit. You groaned, hips bucking toward the delicate touch. It had been so long since you had been touched by any hands but your own…

“Silco,” you moaned, clinging to the arm he had hooked over you.

Silco growled something unintelligible in response, scooting closer to your back. He didn’t stop until he was close enough for you to feel how affected he had been by your reactions. You pressed your ass back against him, smiling when he ground himself against the curve of your rear.

“You’re ready for me, pet,” Silco murmured in your ear, an edge of desperation gilding his tone. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, gasping when he plunged two fingers deep into your heat. You writhed as he spread and scissored them inside of you, testing to see whether you had been telling the truth.

Your body accepted him easily, greeting him with a rush of slickness that eased his movements and made them feel utterly heavenly to you. He gave a dark chuckle, nipping at your earlobe as you gasped and bucked back against him.

“My lovely little philanthropist,” he purred. “I’m pleased to know that you’ve grown no less perfect in the time we spent apart.”

“You still like to talk,” you replied, earning another laugh.

Your groan nearly drowned him out as we pulled his fingers free of you. The only thing that kept you from whining outright was that his hands dipped behind you. The clinking of a belt being undone was clear, followed by the sound of someone hastily undressing.

Silco grabbed your thigh, tugging your leg backward and over his hip. You shuddered as the movement exposed your scorching core to the coolness of the room, then again as you felt the head of Silco’s cock notch into you.

You ground your hips down and into him just as he surged forward and up into you. The result was a thrust that took him nearly hilt-deep inside of you with a suddenness that knocked both of you off-balance. Silco shouted in surprise while you gave a higher cry, loud enough that you worried it would be heard outside of the room.

And then, you stopped caring about that, because Silco gripped your hips and took up a steady rhythm.

Your position didn’t give you much room to counterthrust in response to Silco’s movements, and something told you that he had planned it that way. But you did your best, grinding back and inching forward in reaction to whatever he was doing, and squeezing him with the muscles of your core wherever he bottomed out inside of you.

His heavy breaths panted from behind you as you stared blindly at the light filtering past the closed curtains of your window. Every scrap of your attention was focused on what was happening inside of you, as the coil of your release wound tighter and tighter. There was only so long you could last before you would explode into orgasm, and you were determined to bring Silco with you.

You reached back over your own thigh to sink your nails into Silco’s asscheek, craning your head back to silence his hissed complaints with a kiss. His pounding rhythm stuttered momentarily and you smiled against his lips. He nipped at you in a teasing retribution, fingertips searching out your clit at the same time.

A few tiny circles was all it took to send you sailing over the edge, far past any hope of regaining your wits. You were grateful for Silco’s lips on yours. They helped dampen the sound of the wail your orgasm pulled from you.

You collapsed, breathless and oversensitive as Silco continued to thrust into you. When he finally reached his own climax, he withdrew from you, closed your legs, and finished by pounding between your thighs. The warm spill of his cum over the front of your legs made you dread the prospect of getting up to change the sheets, but it was all worth it. You truly had missed Silco, and there was a peace that came from having him share your bed.

Eventually, you and Silco regained your breath. He was tracing gentle circles on your bare shoulder and you were massaging the thigh he had wrapped over your legs. “I missed you, pet.”

The low admission made you smile. “I missed you, too. More than I thought I would.”

“I always knew I’d miss you.”

The admission made you frown. Silco, being sincere? You turned over to face him directly, but a sharp knock at the door made you sit up before you could complete the motion.

“Silco-”

The bed was empty. Not just empty, but still partially made. When you touched it, the sheets were cool against your hand. You glanced down to check, and found that you were still fully dressed, even if your underwear was a little damp.

The pounding against your door came again, this time accompanied by Yi’s voice. “Are you awake? I’m coming in.”

If you hadn’t been fully awake before, the tension in Yi’s voice chased the last bit of sleep from your brain. When she opened the door and stepped inside, her face was tight with the same tension.

Your heart sank. “What’s going on?”

“You need to see this.”

Yi crossed to your window, pushing the curtains aside as you joined her. The street was awash with activity. People were everywhere - shouting and fighting and screaming just to scream. There was a fire growing at one end of the street that people were dancing around. The workers at the brothel it was in front of were trying to put it out by dumping water from an upper floor, but the people on the ground threw rocks and trash every time the workers appeared at a window.

“What happened?” you asked eventually, watching the carnage with horror.

Yi’s lips were pressed into a firm line. “Silco leaked Shimmer back into the Lanes."

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Author's Note -

I kept forgetting to mention this in previous chapters, but this is officially a post-Arcane season one AU. With Arcane season two getting ready to drop, I can't guarantee that any of the future chapters will be canon-compliant. But that's okay, we can just make our own canon!

Anyway, Silco's such an ass, isn't he?. Even (especially) when he's not really there.

Thanks for reading! I'll see you again soon with another chapter!

#arcane netflix #arcane #arcane fanfiction #arcane reader insert #arcane silco #silco #silco x reader #silco x fem!reader #silco x you #reader #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert fanfic #reader insert fic #lemon #spicy #not suitable for minors #minors dni

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yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy · 4 months ago

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Just hit me that Episode 1, a big seed of insecurity is planted in Powder when she overhears Mylo and Vi arguing about her, but she leaves before Vi stands up for her, and then in Episode 9 she overhears Silco musing about how he has his dream in his hands and all he needs to do is give up Jinx. It cuts away before we see anything happen next but it can be surmised that she knocked him out before he was made aware of her presence.

At her most tenuous and uncertain of who she was—awkward Powder, frenetic Jinx— Fate decided to have her stumble upon important conversations had by those she loved about her worth and value as a person, and understandably she fled before she could hear the final verdict.

In Episode 1, she ran from the door with the impression that her sister thought she would never be strong enough, never be good enough, and any conversation to the contrary were just lies that family tells you to make you feel better. In Episode 9, she knocked out Silco before he could monologue his decision (lol) because she has been this man’s shadow for 6 years. She knows that he values utility, ruthlessness, and his dream of a free Zaun at all costs. No matter how fond he was of her, how gentle or patient or allowing, it all culminated into her being the powerhouse that would land him Zaun, and now he has it, so what good is she now? By all metrics that she herself has witnessed of him, all signs point toward him favoring giving her up.

It’s a mixture of Jinx’s own insecure attachment and Silco’s almost pathological refusal to not define their relationship as her being an exception to his personal policy of cutthroat zig-zagged loyalty that led to Jinx jumping to very logical conclusion that he would give her up to Piltover. Because he delayed having that very important internal conversation with himself about how important she was to him, he had to have that debate right at the finish line instead of, I don’t know, at Singed’s operating table when he was in danger of losing her?? Life comes at you fast and you don’t have time to sort out your feelings, I suppose. The show is very much a whirlwind of everything happening at once, but moving on…

But it also makes sense, because Silco’s love for Jinx is hinted at having snuck up on him without him fully noticing. He thought he was in control of his fondness for her. He must have thought it was an understandable and unavoidable side effect to raising a protegè that you genuinely respect for her cleverness and usefulness. But he grew to genuinely love her in his unfulfilling, disparate way. It filled some holes, and left others bare. The question of unconditional support and love was broken with Vi, and Silco by his nature, his behavior, his endeavors ensured that Jinx grew up in an environment where social darwinism reigned supreme and that faltering or failing rendered you lesser in Silco’s eyes. Silco never outright said it to her. We never see him denigrate or threaten her, but kids don’t need to be told anything to get the general feel of “how things are”. The general air around Silco was one that encouraged her penchant for gadgets and engineering, but left her suspended in a limbo where she felt compelled to be strong, be the best, be perfect, otherwise he would look elsewhere. He would drop her, because the strong eat the weak and he only values her because she is uniquely strong. A gem in his collection, almost. It’s a girl whose abandonment issues have her seesawing back and forth between cavalier “I don’t caaaaare, I’m irreplaceable and you know it” and “Please don’t drop me, I’m strong, I’m good, I can do this, I can, I can, I swear I can” which, in Episode 9 culminated in her Shimmer psychosis as “How dare you. After everything I’ve done, after everything you’ve lectured me about Topside, you want to give me to them? Who do you think you are? I made you. I’m this broken fizzing-wire thing whose sister gave me up for a Topsider, I killed my childhood best friend with a bomb, and now you want to throw me away for your shiny dream city? You think you can throw me away like trash, don’t you dare look away, don’t you DARE THROW ME AWAY”

Like GIRL. I usually hate the “left before they heard the context of someone’s seemingly damning conversation” but it works here because it aggravated therapy-needed Powder/Jinx’s insecurities.

#jinx #vi #silco #character discussion

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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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do more simp sevvvvv im doing backflips for this

some more simp sevika hcs :D hope u like them!!!

men and minors dni

modern au simp sev drives you to and from work every day. even if u can drive. even if u have ur own car. she loves spending the time with u. loves picking u up with a treat in the cupholder waiting for you. absolutely melts at the goodbye kiss you press to her cheek in the mornings, and the hello kisses you press to her lips in the afternoons.

you buy yourself a necklace with a 's' pendant. you wear it to sevika's one night and she nearly collapses at the sight of you. she never lets you take it off again.

sometimes, when she's being particularly harsh with silco's goons, you'll get an 'sos' text from one of them, begging for you to come in and reign sevika in. if you do, you always melt at the way sevika's angry snarling face lights up into a soft smile at the sight of you. she'll be much calmer and kinder for the rest of the night with you tucked under her arm. (the boys thank you profusely when sevika's attention is elsewhere, giving you relieved looks and hard hand shakes of appreciation.)

modern au hc again: sevika downloads instagram and makes an account only to follow you. and a few funny animal accounts.

has her notifications on so every time you post she's the first comment.

comments insanely horny things you have to delete before your family can see them. "brb buying more lube..." or "just came in my pants." or "gonna make u cum til ur crying 2nite"

she writes you love letters sometimes. she thinks she's horrible with her words, worried that she doesn't let you know how much she loves you enough. its easier for her to figure out what to say when she's writing it all down, where she can scribble out stupid thoughts and re-write sentences until they sound romantic enough. and as sweet as her sappy poetic lines are, your favorite bits of the letters are the parts of crossed out sentences you can still make out.

you're the most beautiful person i've ever met. the first time i saw you i knew i wanted to make you cum was in love.

on your 1 year marriage anniversary, she gets a tattoo of your kiss print on her neck.

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika

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insane-arcane · 2 years ago

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Silco's Enforcer Child

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Chapter One

Swirling your brush in a cup the clinking sound echoes in the open space, reminding you of the click of a gun. The once red color in the cup turned a murky violet. A dark dusk of sorts. Your head spun as you tried not to focus on the color, fire filling your vision before it disappeared as you pulled your paintbrush back and dipped it in a soothing blue, some light green tipped on the now wet brush end.

Staring at a picture of a blurry silhouette with sharp clothes you hum wondering what color eyes they had. As you stir new shades and tints on your pallet you imagine what the person's nose shape was like. If their mouth was big or small. Where they belonged in the jumble that was your brain and the locked past it held. The fish swimming around the person's head was a stylistic choice but as you mixed the blue and green you wondered if there was more to it. If the person enjoyed the aquatic creatures or perhaps lived near the river edge?

"(Y/N)." Not looking up from your latest artwork as Caitlyn walked in you frowned, taking a step back to try and piece it all together. The last light of the day leaked through the giant studio windows giving your work a golden halo, putting it in a new perspective. Studying the edges and the details you'd painted they became blurry with the sunlight. Clutching your pallet knife you tilt your head, this piece had less detail on the person than your other ones. However, the colors were bolder and more defined with sharper lines. The background was the emphasis but for once you felt like you actually knew what this person looked like. You just weren't able to paint it yet, not fully committed to the details.

How strange that you remembered this outfit so clearly, having drawn it a million times but not the features of the person who wore it. Mixing a different color on your pallet without looking down you purse your lips trying to concentrate as you add something else to the background. You could faintly remember sea blue. Maybe a soft gray or green. A lighthouse or the ocean perhaps? Is that why you added the fish?

Whoever he was, he was important as this wasn't the first portrait you'd done of him. He was a lanky man in a red and black suit with a white dress shirt. The background was a blur of grays and greens with purple brush strokes that looked like fish but maybe smoke if you squinted. The whole picture was odd. Staring at it too long made your head hurt because it felt strangely familiar. He was important to you. Whoever he was. Just another piece of the puzzle that was your past.

"You know usually I'm the one obsessing." She states referring to her yellow tape and red thread board back home. "Come now you can't wear your smock to the art show tonight." Caitlyn scolds as she places a nice outfit down on the cleared part of your glass art desk. You shook your head in response tsking softly.

That was a risky move given the fact paint somehow always got on your clothes no matter what you did in this room. Briefly glancing at the ensemble you wonder if she was trying to ruin the clothes to make an excuse to skip the event, whatever it was tonight.

As the natural light began to fade the painting no longer glowing, you signed placing your brushes and pallet down. The blank face of the man you were trying to paint wasn't going to get any more detail any time soon. Though you guessed that's just how it worked. Reaching out wishing you could pull the man out of the painting, ask him all your burning questions, you paused not wanting to touch the wet paint.

He wouldn't be able to answer you anyways. Bits and pieces, never the whole picture. Always searching and wanting for more. Insatiable…

"(Y/N)." Caitlyn states again as she tries to gain your attention but your focus was elsewhere, lost in this room and your work. Taking a deep breath to try and gather yourself for whatever she was going to say next, you could feel a headache coming on and you didn't like it. Rubbing at your temples you hum indicating you want her to continue but she remains quiet waiting for you to speak.

Rolling your eyes before staring at your painting as your hands touch the glass of your art desk behind you, you try and ground yourself. To bring yourself back to a safe space. Instead you think of your endless collages, or the box of failed faces. As one hand came to press against your forehead pushing your hair back and giving you some clarity you spared a glance at said box which you'd pushed into the corner out of frustration. Another recently failed project. You'd tried placing different details from different paintings and projects together, overlapping them over one another to try and get a full person. They always came out looking horrid. Like some kind of twisted nightmare rather than a real person from a memory. Very occasionally you'd get a full face but mostly you had slightly warped portraits or very blurred places. Nothing solid if it was anything before you came to Piltover.

As your fingers touched the box observing the torn pieces of canvas and failed attempts you realized you'd crossed the room without noticing. Humming you paused, wandering if you should worry about that. About to sass Caitlyn, your words suddenly die on your tongue as your eye catches something. One of your shredded pieces that had bright pink and blue. Your hand shook as your thumb grazed the ungesssoed canvas and faintly you heard distant laughter. Echoing in an alley.

"Art… Art show?" You finally question Caitlyn, composing yourself as you let your hands fall to your sides so you could steady them and let her untie your messy smock. As you let go of the canvas and stepped back from the box slowly your mind was getting out of painting mode. You began to relax as you focused on your friend and what she was saying rather than your lost memories. The woman in question groans in exasperation before pinching her nose as she steps back letting you shrug off the apron. Noticing she's in her enforcer uniform and not a dress for what you assume is a galle event you smile and shake your head as she takes the apron from you hanging it up on its hook with the others. Stepping towards your curtains as she does that, you close them before the room's timer goes off and gas powered light fills the space with an artificial glow.

Only gone a minute and you already missed the sunlight.

"Honestly I thought I was the obsessed one. Your dad rented out the gallery again," She informs you like a mother scolding a child who forgot something important. Needing to do something not able to sit still as you come out of your trance state she begins walking around the room cleaning up things in the messy space as she tries to get you ready to go. Scraping paint off pallets and dumping them into soapy water to soak you watch with an amused smile as she places your brushes on the counter to be cleaned later. She paces nervously fidgeting with one of your brushes before turning towards you looking worried. Her Violet eyes seeming unsure.."... Don't you remember? He's showing your work tonight. He's been talking about it all week." Caitlyn states before she pushes off whatever emotions she was feeling as she crossed her arms. You briefly remember that conversation but was that really tonight? The week had been a blur of research and projects and events, flashing cameras and reporters all over the campus as you tried to study and work. There was barely a moment's rest to yourself until you locked the door to your art studio for some peace and quiet. Groaning as you pinch your nose and clench your eyes you wish one of your maids had reminded you but with how distracted you'd been lately maybe they had.

Swallowing you looked towards a vase in the room. Flowers your father had dropped off while you were deep in thought and surrounded by your artwork. Thinking back you couldn't remember the conversation but logically it was likely about the gallery. Pulling at your hair out of habit you hummed, you really were a mess as of late. With the anniversary of you being found soon you guessed that made sense. Your thoughts and feelings all being in disarray, your "spells" being worse than usual.

Staring at the water cup with the swirling purple you see the smoke again, you taste the gun powder. Thinking back that was one of your more clear memories, the first you were sure was true. Blinking you were back on that bridge again. The smoke making you choke before the rush of clear air as your dad's heavy enforcer mask settled over your face. You could feel yourself being small, feel his uniform as he pressed you into his shoulder and took you home. The question had been deeply ingrained in you for so long but you still didn't know the answer; What were you doing on that bridge?

Closing your eyes not wanting to think of that right now you took another deep breath to steady yourself. You didn't want to spiral.

"That's tonight?" You ask not sure how you forgot as you begin to take off your shirt to change. Caitlyn's face goes red and she turns away from you before tapping her foot angrily. The sound bounces around in your head and something about this feels familiar in a way you can't quite explain.

Sharp blue eyes on a stern face and crossed arms come to mind as a black boot taps impatiently away but the flash is gone as soon as it comes. Touching your desk feeling cool glass under your fingertips you swallowed. Did you take your meds today, your headaches were worse than usual, these flashes more frequent… your therapist warned the incoming anniversary of you being found could trigger some repressed memories but this felt excessive. You'd been doing so well.

"Yes, now hurry up and get dressed! I'm your escort and bodyguard tonight. Marcus tried to put me outside but I didn't want to miss anything. Just..." She hesitates and you smile softly as you put on the white shirt with the looped gold collar. The golden hoop of the white dress shirt hung heavy around your neck as it looped and clicked behind your shoulders but sliding the black slacks on you admit Caitlyn chose well, never one for fashion didn't mean she didn't have a good eye. You'd be lost without her in more ways than one. Slipping on a dress jacket that was your favorite color you hum glancing at the wall of mirrors in your studio. Doing a little spin watching seven you's spin back in response you nod to yourself.

"Just in case." You finish her thought for her as you smooth out the shirt and jacket with a blank face. Seeing your reflection she sighs and you hum smiling as you keep adjusting your clothes to look presentable. Your headaches had been at an all time low before today and despite your forgetfulness and the dreaded upcoming date you felt confident. I mean your skull was pounding and the flashes were more frequent but you knew you could handle the gala tonight, you had done it before with way worse pain and you didn't want anyone to think something was wrong.

You were fine, everything was fine…

"Just please tell me you didn't forget! I couldn't get off duty tonight to attend as a guest. To schedule myself at your gala as a guard I had to take a double shift at work and to be your personal escort and guard that was a whole nother mountain of paperwork and personal favors. A lot of enforcers like your work ya know, and all the new guards want to meet you. I mean you are your father's child. Everyone wants to show their support. Or get… favors." She states matter of factly with slight distaste making you chuckle. The both of you were no stranger to your families status and the luxuries that came with your last names.

"Right, my hero." You hum a teasing smile on your lips as you watch your friend rant getting out her emotions about these type of events and what people really wanted from them. They were meant to help people and yet help was often the last thing on people's minds unless it was them getting it. You had to admit as she lectured the wall she was cute. Her overprotectiveness always made you feel special and even as her new job as an Enforcer you were always on her mind. Maybe not in the same way as before but you could accept that. As you adjust your jacket, sticking your hands into the pocket, you send her a playful smirk.. "Oh and you do know escort has a double meaning, correct Caitlyn darling?" You ask in a sultry voice wanting to tease her hoping it'll loosen her up a bit. She turns and staring at her, her violet eyes scan your form. Puffing out her cheeks embarrassed as she understands what you mean you walk out of the studio with her following close behind.

You catch her smile in the corner of your eye but say nothing simply walking outside into the hallway and through the large manor to the awaiting carriage outside.

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The ride had been quiet the last few minutes. You'd joked about opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate but Caitlyn gently informed you she couldn't drink tonight and you didn't want to be sipping alone. A rock had formed in your throat and as you fidgeted with your hands every jolt of the carriage put you on edge. What had started as a fun ride was slowly turning into your worst nightmare as the Galla got closer.

Caitlyn these last couple months had gone from your closest friend to your body guard, one of her most frequent Enforcer jobs being to watch you. As work and friendship crossed you were unsure where your new relationship stood. If you were just overthinking and if it had changed at all.

As the carriage stops suddenly you hum feeling your stomach doing flips. Adjusting your accessories and clothes nervously, you close your eyes feeling the pulsing behind your eyes worsen. The thought that you could claw your temples open to feel some relief crosses your mind but you stay silent not voicing that thought. Caitlyn frowns noticing your unsteady state before she takes your hands into her own.

Eyes snapping to look at hers at the surprise contact her thumb brushes the back of your palm. "You're not looking very well. If you're not up for it we can turn around. Say you got sick…" She suggests softly before looking towards the curtain separating you from the driver. Staying quiet not wanting to be teased, one of her hands goes to your cheek and leaning into her hold you close your eyes taking a deep breath. What a nice thought…

"I'm just tired. I'll be fine after some wine." You joke before sighing deeply as she just stares at you waiting for the truth. You shift in the plush seats and just breathe. These events could be fun or cumbersome, tonight seemed to be the later. Shifting the curtains when you no longer feel bumps you realize you'd arrived. As you watch cameras flash, high society people get their pictures taken before entering the galla. You were no stranger to being in the spotlight and yet you felt you never quite belonged there. Your art told a story, your story. And you weren't sure if you wanted to share it. Especially since you barely knew your story yourself. You don't remember how the Gallas started, only that once your first piece was put up it hadn't stopped since.

A prodigy some called you. An imposter you told yourself.

"I-" She starts but your hand is already on the carriage handle before you lose the nerve. Twisting and pushing it open light floods your eyes as your regular driver waits outside for you. Voices surround you and you feel woozy as you're transported to a different place with different sounds. Your driver bows, snapping you back before holding out his hand. Feeling disorientated you reach out, your touch going from cold metal to warm leather. As he grips your hand firmly your eyes widen. Stepping down from the carriage into his hold you get a memory of someone holding your hand as you hop down from a curb. A man in a red and black suit…

As people chatter away excited to get a glimpse of you, reporters ask questions as cameras flash. The drivers grip remains and each step down the carriage steps contains a different image but right as your about to get the whole picture, the flashes are over in an instant. Just like the camera shutters around you.

As you stand there eyes wide in surprise, Caitlyn puts her hand to your back shocking you. You snap out of it, grounded by her touch and knowing smile before you begin to walk forwards at her silent instruction. Waving at reporters from famous newspapers you act normal. Enforcers nod keeping the crowd contained but the familiar faces do nothing to soothe your feelings.

Standing tall you walk forward with practiced elegance, reminding yourself you only need to make it to the entrance. As journalists fire off their usual questions about your outfit, your art, and if you've had any recent episodes you smile and wave not answering any of them. Caitlyn stands close as she follows you, her hand pressed firmly against your back and soon you stand in front of two polished doors. The enforcers on either side glare at Caitlyn before smiling at you as they bow and let you both inside. You don't miss Caitlyn's frown but it's gone as quick as it comes, similar to your flashes.

Unable to dwell on it, you walk through the open entrance and into the large art gallery. As you hear the familiar click of the heavy doors behind you, the light changes as you go from outside to inside. Your familiar work hangs from every wall in the space and you know every guest in this room.

Breathing heavily Caitlyn opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. You're grateful, only needing a minute from her. Leaning down and closing your eyes you hum, taking a deep breath before you nod and compose yourself.

Observing the space you took comfort in seeing your work. Some of the pieces are projected as holograms lighting up the room, while others are sculptures scattered about, and elsewhere are large oil paintings and mixed medium collages. Letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding you let yourself relax. While the night isn't over it feels safer surrounded by things you understand. With Caitlyn's hand moving from your back to more comfortably settle on your shoulder you nod at her feeling the episode pass.

A real smile begins to overtake your face as you take in all your old work. Your father was good at asking before picking some of your pieces to sell and getting his friend who owned the gallery to hang and price them. While some were harder to give up then others you always said yes putting all the money you made towards the Undercity and the relief effort you'd started there. The orphanage and jail always appreciating your efforts. It wasn't much compared to what else you could be doing but your father liked to organize these for you to give you some peace of mind about the UnderCity and its limited resources. You know he'd much prefer you'd paint full time and let him handle the charity affairs. He didn't want you going into any dangerous job options like Caitlyn and him had.

"A full house tonight. You never cease to impress." Caitlyn states as she bumps your shoulder. Nodding as you come out of your haze, seeing a lot of familiar faces and some new ones in the corner of your eye you watch as people mingle and talk about your art. Trays stacked high with hor de vours and various selections of alcohol pass making the guests smile and laugh as they took their fill.

Searching the room you get a wide smile on your face as you see Jayce and Victor standing off to the side. They're looking at one your father insisted on displaying so he could buy it and support your cause. Running towards them you hug Viktor before he can respond. He stumbles back leg nearly buckling but hugs you back with the same enthusiasm you do him. His laugh lightens your mood as Jayce helps support his fellow inventor and you hum as he squeezes you tight. Jayce joins the hug with his own laugh before he takes you from Viktor and picks you up spinning you around.

"Show off." Viktor teases as he taps his cane against Jayces leg. Jayce simply snorts and puts you down much to the amusement of onlooking guests. He ruffles your hair before doing the same to Viktor with that same hearty smile. Caitlyn, while seeming unamused, has the tinest smile on her lips at your childish behavior.

"Look at you. You're a regular Divinchi." Jayce compliments before he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gestures to your work. Feeling your cheeks darken you lean against him happy he could make it with his busy schedule. He chuckles at your flustered expression and tucks some stray hair behind your ear as you smile up at him.

"Often insanity and creativity walk hand in hand I admit. Though Divinchi is a high title to live up to." You respond making him shake his head. His chocolate eyes shine as he squeezes you close.

"And a poet too. Viktor look at our little idealist, they're all grown up now." Viktor rolls his eyes at Jayces antics before he stares at you. Shifting his cane to be center he leans slightly forward and nods agreeing.

"You my dear have many talents. I envy them all." He says genuinely tilting his head towards the piece they'd been looking at. Staring at it you smile, the portrait of you and your father making you happy. You'd wanted to gift it to him but he wanted to support you, so here it hung with his bid already placed. A man who's actions spoke louder than any words he'd ever said.

"Oh." You state eyes widening as you notice a large canvas with the school painted on it next to your family portrait. "Is Heimerdinger here?" You question, suddenly curious about your teacher and the oldest council member. You had no idea why they came to these things but the council members always stopped by to show their support, ever since your first galla. It was only kind of you to return the gesture by thanking them for coming and catching up. Even if you didn't always want to.

"You know Heimerdinger he's… everywhere." Caitlyn lets out a snort at Jayces unhelpful comment and Jayce flicks her hats feather in response. As they begin to argue you turn to nod your head at Viktor before you slip off into the crowd to find the council members and maybe your father.

Grabbing a glass of champagne as it passes the waiter nods his head at you before he goes to service other guests. Smiling as you sip at the bubbly liquid your eyes scan the space looking for various people to say hi too.

Catching a glint of metal from across the room you pause turning your head to get a better look. Spotting Marcus you smile before waving at him, holding up your champagne to toast. His associates all have wine glasses but his hands are suspiciously empty. As he nods his head at you politely holding up his hand to give a small wave you chuckle gesturing for him to come over. He shakes his head no and waves his hand away gesturing for you to go back to your friends. Humming you take a step closer noticing he's with an odd crowd. One you haven't seen at your galas before.

Beginning to walk towards them to see what they're all looking at you pause before pushing that feeling of suspicion away. As you stop shoes no longer clicking against the tile you swallow. Caitlyn told you to have fun and the night was young, you couldn't be focusing on your delusions now. Blowing him a little kiss he shakes his head and taps his chest on the opposite side of his badge, gesturing to you that he received the kiss and was keeping it safe. An old and bit odd inside joke. But one you refused to let go of regardless. You wave before turning to disappear into the crowd. Taking another sip of champagne you do your best not to feel anxious as Marcus's strange friends stare a hole into your back.

As a hand grabs your shoulder you quickly turn eyes wide as you get ready for a fight. "You can't just wander off!" Staring at Caitlyn your body unstiffens and you once again relax as you almost finish off your champagne. Just a few hours anyone could do this for a few hours.

"Sorry, just saying hello." You hum much to her displeasure.. Smiling softly as she relaxes you once again sip at your drink trying to soothe your rattled nerves. Nothing was wrong, you needed to calm down. You could do this.

Wandering around with Caitlyn looking for various people you pause as you reach a quieter part of the galla. Someplace more in the back. Tilting your head in front of a painting with a blue haired girl your eyes trace her face. Caitlyn was usually pretty stiff during her job but she puts her arm on your shoulder leaning on you in a rare moment of loosening up. With no one around to witness this you feel more open then you had in awhile. Short blue hair that frizzed at the end and had odd knick knacks woven and tied into it.

"She's pretty." She says softly and you nod wrist shifting to bubble your second glass of champagne. The liquid swirls as you do the repetitive motion and Caitlyn frowns concerned as she studies your action and face.

"I've been calling her Sapphire." You say suddenly, your eyes flicking up to stare at the faceless girl with blue hair.

"Cause of her hair?" Caitlyn questions and for a second you get a flash of sapphire eyes staring up at you as you braid choppy hair. Laughter ringing lightly in your ears as a girl with pink hair sits close by. She's smiling as you giggle tying trinkets into messy blue locks, giving the girl little braids. Three boys sit in the room observing but not interrupting as they do their own things. A smaller one occasionally handing you little knick knacks that'll sparkle in her hair.

"Yeah something like that." Taking a sip of your drink you frown as it goes down rough and not smooth like the other sips. "Hey you saw Marcus with those people right?" You suddenly question feeling like you knew them from somewhere despite not recognizing their faces. The woman in purple especially catching your attention.

"Marcus is here? He wasn't supposed to come tonight. I guess he made time for you." Caitlyn hummed surprised before she turned towards you. "I know my boss can be suspicious but tonight is about you. Your father wants you to be happy and unlike my parents he really tries. Let's just get through tonight since we already committed before we're back to the red string and endless questions." She suggests and you nod slowly but that feeling in your gut doesn't disappear. As much as you tried to dispel it, it kept creeping in the back of your mind.

As Caitlyn goes to lead you away you pause as a familiar face greets you.

"Your art has come so far. I marvel at your talent and envy all your fans." Mel teases. Caitlyn bows her head in respect and you nod at her. The girl swallows but nods pointing to where she'll be waiting as you chat privately with Mel.

Smiling at the Council woman looking at the work she's observing you hum seeing a large canvas you'd done of her and the Council at a meeting your father had asked you to attend. It was one people had flocked too all night you observed from the bidding stickers but it was just you and Mel looking at it now.

"Mel it's been awhile. We should schedule a painting session together. I miss those." You respond smiling warmly as you settle next to her.

"Yes, well life has been busy as I'm sure your father's told you." Swirling your glass of champagne faster you hum frowning softly. Staring at your reflection in the golden liquid you look back up at the painting. He hadn't. Not lately.

He wanted you away from his work. From him. You and Caitlyn knew something was wrong but as two high Noble society children your concerns were often brushed off and not taken seriously. You were close to something big and yet…

"Dads been quiet about work. You know after all I've worked for and all he's prepared me for he wants me to switch careers. Caitlyn and I may have passed the physical and mental exams with flying colors but he... worries." You murmur quietly as you fidget with your glass. "Caitlin's dad supports her but my dad... he'd prefer I chose to continue my law studies. Or change my schooling altogether and focus on something else." You state solemnly. As much as you loved your father you felt it was unfair. Like there was something bigger that he and everyone else was hiding from you.

"Hextech?" She asks surprised bringing you out of your sprailing thoughts. Smiling at the name Jayce gave his invention, that explosion that kick started everything felt like it happened yesterday. It felt like you were found on the bridge yesterday.

"More medical field I believe but I think he'll take anything other than Enforcer at this point. Even regular old painter." You remark as you observe the details of the meeting you'd chosen to paint.

"And that bothers you?" Mel asks. Tilting your head you squint at the details of the picture in front of you. Such a different piece than your other ones which were blurry and indistinct. And yet everyone kept hovering to this one. Easier to understand and more straight forward you supposed. Something from your new life and not your old. They always seemed to prefer that.

"... Mel is something going on I should be worried about? Some kind of civil unrest? The undercity. I've heard rumors and my dads making excuses for me not to go to any of the prisons or my charity anymore. I have friends there. People I'm trying to help. I need to know the truth. You need to tell me the truth." You state.

The woman remains quiet for a moment. Her brown eyes seem to search for the right words as she sips at her drink slowly. A red wine that seemed too much like blood to you. "Perhaps focusing on work outside your father's would be good. He worries about you. We all do. With your..." She hesitates before waving her hand dismissively trying to change the subject.

"My spells?" You demand and her brows furrow as she glances at you. The silence is all you need for confirmation. Sighing you look away from the Council Meeting and towards a different picture. A silhouette of a man with a halo around his head. You see that blue green color again. You can hear a chuckle. Mel's touch brings you back as she squeezes your shoulder.

"... I've said too much. Please be kind to him. Your father loves you much more than you know. You're very lucky to have him. You know," Mel hesitates, something you've rarely seen her do. As she looks at your painting and you stare into your glass a wistful look crosses her face. "My past is tricky when it comes to family and relationships." She admits in a rare moment of sincerity, no politics, no deals. Just the truth.

Or perhaps it's manipulation. You can never tell with Mel, you do your best not to dwell. You like to think your relationship and mentorship with her is genuine, but in a place like Piltover… you never know.

Nodding you look away from your least favorite piece onto other things. Your eyes stop on a more symbolic painting, an older one. It was crudely done as you hadn't cleaned the edges or made the details fine. Fangs and claws and fur. Oh to be the fox and wolf as Mel often told you.

"... Mingle?" You question and her eyes light up like the fox in your painting sensing your planning something.

"You don't usually enjoy networking." She observes watching you carefully and you shrug before finishing your flute of Champagne in one final swig.

"Feels like a night to try something new." You state waving down a waiter to take your glass so you could grab another.

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With Mel by your side you'd avaded Caitlyn and most of the Enforcers walking around the party. While you loved having her around having her around as an Enforcer was much harder than having her around as your friend. While you'd tried to stay calm the whole night and not make it into a conspiracy your suspicion grew every time you saw Marcus from the corner of your eye with that group of people. As you inched your way closer throughout the night you glanced around. No one was watching you…

Slipping away from Mel while she was distracted with a council member you kept your head high as you walked with purpose. As you get closer to the odd group, your focus goes to one of the people Marcus is talking to. Your eyes catching on her arm and how it's covered by a pretty velvet cape.

"No you can't talk to them-" Marcus insists, not yet noticing you as you got closer. The lights on this side of the room were dimmer as there were less art pieces. It made your curiosity burn brighter as you wondered what Marcus and this strange clinte were talking about. If they were clinte at all.

"Why are they painting him? Who are they? He's mad Marcus! He wants some serious answers." The woman snaps back angrily. Coming closer and getting more questions than answers the woman notices you staring and shifts to better cover her arm. Her friends stiffen at your presence and adjust their suits and dresses which you notice are more worn than anyone else in the room.

"They're nobody. It's a side hobby, just a thing they sometimes do-" Marcus states and you tilt your head unsure if you should be insulted or not. Was he protecting you from something? From someone?

"Marcus?" You question finally catching his attention as you take in his new friends. He immediately goes pale hearing you call his name and turns to face you. As the woman smirked you could see him getting stressed like you weren't supposed to be here. Squinting you hum as you observe the chief, what was he up to?

"(Y/N)! Why aren't you with Caitlyn?" Marcus demands and you step back at the tone of his voice. The intensity of his question. As the group continues to stare you begin to piece together that they're from the Undercity or at least a lower class section of Piltover.

"She's talking to Jayce. Marcus I need-" You start but he ignores you. Unlike his playful disposition earlier he was being much colder now. As you swallowed something about this whole situation didn't settle right with you. This clearly had nothing to do with your galla.

"I'm sorry this is a private discussion I need you to-" Marcus starts in a much kinder tone trying to direct you away but the woman ignores him. Stepping in front of him to get to you Marcus glares, his fists balling at his sides. She tilts her head observing you before she smirks. Maroon lipstick catching the limited light.

"(Y/N) Right?" The woman was tall, elegant, and walked with authority. Several scars of different sizes littered her face and shoulders. Taking in her physique she seemed like she'd had a harder life. A laborer perhaps?

Her purple slit dress with the black velvet coat stood out amongst the other dresses tonight and you found yourself intrigued. Almost pulled in by her. As you studied each other you could see Marcus gritting his teeth. Knowing you'd walked into a possibly dangerous situation you smiled feigning ignorance.

"Yes, that's my name. I guess you could say this is my Galla." Acting shy at the attention you reach up to fiddle with your jewelry and hair. Something about this woman seemed familiar. Maybe it was her voice or maybe it was her face but you had this odd itch in the back of your brain. Like when you were painting right after a flash.

"I'm Sevika." She introduces before holding out her left hand. Confused, you peaked under her cloak to look at her right only for her to take a step back hiding her arm behind herself. Shaking the left trying not to be bothered by it or ask any questions that could get you in trouble you smiled at her.

"Are you interested in this one?" You hum tilting your head towards the canvas as you try to subtly change the conversation. "I don't know if you know this because I haven't seen you at any of my shows before but my paintings are all for charity." You explain with a smile. "All funds go back to the community. As someone so fortunate I try to give back to those more in need then myself." Sevika paused for a moment before her hand wrapped tightly around yours, her grip firm but not crushing like you'd first expected.

"... I'll keep that in mind." She hums softly. "My boss, he's interested in this one." She explains before letting go and gesturing to the painting they'd been talking In Front of for the past few hours.

"Oh your boss? What do you do?" You ask curiously. It was always the same faces at these Gallas, Sevika didn't seem like an average socialite. She screamed adventure but also safety. You feel like you knew her and that wasn't something you felt often when it came to new faces. While there was a danger with interacting with her that you could sense, she knew more than she let on.

"We work in…" Glancing at Marcus amused she focused back on you, eyes seeming to study your every move. It reminded you of an Enforcer or someone running from one. "Exports." She explains and you nod slowly, not sure if you believe her or not. Looking at the painting when she does you suddenly freeze, familiar blue eyes greeting you.

"My dad wasn't supposed to grab this one." You murmur as you step forward. It was one of your favorites hidden behind a sheet so he wouldn't see, one of the only full faces from your past you'd ever been able to complete. You were working on some fine detailing and had moved it from the safety of your room to the studio. It was a bit fuzzy on the edges still and some of the detailing was blurry because you couldn't seem to decide on things like sharp or round features, smooth or bumpy skin but it was an important piece to you.

"Oh?" Sevika questions and you frown looking at the bid at the bottom. "My boss, he'll pay a small fortune for it. Guaranteed." Sevika swears and you turn towards her.

"They said it wasn't for sale. Can we continue-" Marcus tries to regain control of the conversation but Sevika seemed more interested in you than him. The people also focused on you suddenly ignoring Marcus' presence. She stepped closer leaning in to observe your face. As their eyes focused on yours, really taking you in you noticed the sudden way she stiffened. Like she was seeing a ghost.

"Think of all the people in the UnderCity it could help, that is what you're doing isn't it? Your charity?" Quirking a brow at her surprised, you turn your head suddenly. The intensity of her stare suddenly making you uncomfortable.

"I don't like to announce it because I get less sales which means I can help less but yes… That's true." You admit quietly. Did Marcus tell them that? How did they figure it out? The longer you stayed in this corner the more questions you had.

"So a small fortune to help others is surely worth this painting?" Pausing you think of the deal, of what you would be giving away. Reaching your hand out you tap the bottom of the canvas, tracing the intricate picture frame. Was this some sort of psychological test from your father? Did this even have anything to do with you or were you misinterpreting the entire situation?

Focusing on the painting to remain calm, the ravenette man with blue eyes and sharp features made you feel at ease. Swallowing you hum. You wanted to know more about this woman, about the group with her, and her relationship with Marcus.

"And this bosses name? I'd love to meet the man giving so much to my charity." You offer watching Sevikas' body language closely.

"He doesn't do names." She responds quickly and you nod.

"A picture then?" You question. "It's customary for all customers to take a picture with the piece they're buying." Before she can say no like you assume she will, you grab her hand in another firm handshake and smile wide as a flash fills the dark space. As Sevika blinks in surprise and her friends slink into the shadows you take your chance to leave back to the main party. As the photographer walks away you do the same disappearing into the crowd with stolen film in your hand.

While you had a lot of questions you're sure they could wait until that photo was printed. You think you just found another piece of the puzzle.

...

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A Shimmer in the Night

Chapter 5 of 5 - Stay With Me AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Enforcer!Reader, Werewolf!Sevika, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom!Sevika Sub!Reader, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, Soft Sevika, Face-Fucking, Hair-pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, A/B/O Dynamics, Marking, Rutting, Heat, Werewolf Sex, Knotting, Breeding, Minor Character Death

Word Count: 10.4k

Summary: A series of mysterious, violent murders has taken both Piltover and the Undercity by storm. As a relatively new enforcer, you're bound and determined to solve this before any more innocent lives can be taken. Nothing prepares you, though, for the discovery you make when you take matters into your own hands. Nor are you prepared for the involvement of Silco's enigmatic right hand woman.

AN: This is already complete on AO3. Just bringing it to Tumblr now. Tags are for the entire fic, not necessarily the individual chapters.

Later that evening, just before dusk, Sevika leads you to the same forest where you'd run into her Topside nearly a month ago. Turns out it wasn't just coincidence, or even her following you, that led to her finding you there. Sevika had explained that a vast majority of the werewolves congregate back there early in the night before fanning out to hunt, kill and expand their pack. So every full moon, she went there too. To take out as many as she could before they could wreak havoc. And last time, she just so happened to stumble upon you.

This time around, though, the sky is perfectly clear. Not a cloud in sight, nor any wind. Yet it's noticeably colder. So much so that you find yourself wrapping your arms around yourself to try to keep warm. Glancing over at Sevika, you're not surprised that even with her exposed midriff, she's not showing any signs of being cold.

Catching you eyeing her, Sevika glances down at your trembling form. She pulls her cloak off over her head. “Here.” When you pause, she slips it over your head, adjusting it such that it lies more like a cape, leaving only a small portion of your front exposed.

Your upper body immediately floods with heat. But it’s not just from the warmth of her cloak. Your heart thuds in your chest and your cheeks flush at the thoughtful gesture. “Thank you,” you say softly and smile up at her.

Her sullen expression softens as a small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. Lifting her hand, she drags her thumb across where your lips meet. Gaze focusing on that point of contact, her stoic expression appears again as she speaks quietly, “You should know- if you are infected- the first transformation is very slow- and painful.”

You press a kiss to the pad of her thumb before she pulls it away and lets her arm fall back to her side. “I expected that much,” you reply. Though that knowledge should probably cause you more fear than it does, your concerns lie elsewhere.

“So, if you are able to mark me with a bite, what happens if one of the other werewolves bite me?” you ask shortly after the two of you start walking again.

“Only an alpha can mark an omega. The other variant is strictly beta. I'm the only alpha. I needed to be larger, more powerful, to take them out easier.” she replies, glowing eyes watching your reaction from her periphery.

Peering up at her, you ask, ”Why wouldn’t I become an alpha if you bit me?”

“The beta version was created based on synthetic, fake chemicals. They can only create more betas. Mine was created using natural chemicals from-” she pauses, brows furrowing as if thinking hard about something. “-I don't even want to know where the fuck Singed got it from. But it allows nature to decide. I’m a natural alpha. You’re a natural omega.”

Feeling almost insulted by her assumption that you would be the weaker, smaller version, you're about to argue that claim when you realize the two of you have reached the edge of the forest. The moment you step past the tree line, you can feel the wave of unease rush over your body. Your skin crawls with goosebumps, but not just from the crisp bite of the considerably colder air. It’s as if you can sense the inevitable danger lurking deep within the expanse of the trees. It's enough to make the tiny hairs covering your body stand on end.

Sevika must feel something too. Her shoulders tense. Determination paints her face, brows pinched and lips pulled into a straight line.

Glancing skyward, past the soaring trees, you see the full moon shining bright white, just as the sun begins to set somewhere in the distance beyond the thick forest. Sevika will be transforming any minute now. And the moment of truth will be revealed for your own fate.

Once you're deep enough into the dark woods to no longer see the clearing behind you, Sevika stops.

"It's about to happen. Do you feel anything?" She asks, brows set even deeper as she glares down at you. She's concerned for you.

Standing beside her, you take a moment to concentrate on your body. Besides that feeling of dread, that nausea and skin crawling feeling that hit you earlier, you feel no different. "No. Just a bit anxious. Should I feel something?"

"You'd know it if it hit you," she replies solemnly, but then her tone becomes stern and demanding as she continues. "Now listen to me, you stay near me up until the point we come across any of them. Then, you stay the fuck out of my way and don't go near them. I can't protect -" she trails off, those last few words coming out like a strangled growl.

Shit. It's starting.

You expected Sevika’s transformation to be painful, obviously, but you still aren’t prepared for just how gut wrenching it would be for you to bear witness to it. It happens quickly, too quickly for you to catch all the changes. You stand frozen, both in awe and shock as you watch it unfold before you.

Sevika collapses to her knees, palms pressing against the hard earth to steady herself. Long, sharp nails extend from the curled fingers of her human hand as she claws at the dirt. Growls of frustration turn to howls of pain as her bones shift and grow. She struggles to put distance between the two of you, stumbling as her entire body continues to reshape. Quickly outgrowing her clothing, the fabric rips and tears until it’s nothing but tattered shreds on the ground. But her skin isn’t bare for long, as thick black fur sprouts, covering her body almost entirely. Her augmented arm miraculously remains intact, just whirs and clicks as it shifts and adjusts to better imitate the structure of her other front leg. The cylinder at her shoulder rises momentarily, then quickly falls, injecting her with Shimmer to help her manage the pain with the shock of adrenaline it provides.

The alarmingly loud growl she releases as the Shimmer courses through her transformed body is enough to knock you from your tranced state. Rushing to her side, you drop to your knees beside her heaving form. And Janna, you thought she was massive before. She’s damn near twice your size now.

The moment you place a reassuring hand on her back, her head snaps towards you. Her glowing purple eyes are narrowed and directed at you. Lips curl back to reveal sharp canines as she releases a threatening snarl.

You freeze, heart pounding against your chest, but your hand remains gently pressed against her. She won’t harm you. You know this. There’s no reason to fear her, but you fear for her. For the pain you know she's experiencing.

“Sevika,” you whisper softly as her wild eyes bore into your tender ones.

She’s so much larger than in her human form, and despite being on all fours, her head is perfectly aligned with yours. Her upper lip twitches. Another quieter snarl pulls from her throat.

Slowly, cautiously, you lift your other hand, pausing when her gaze darts to it. When she makes no further motion, you bring your hand to the top of her head. “It’s okay,” you say quietly, running your hand soothingly through her thick fur.

Her face gradually starts to relax, eyes softening and lips no longer pulled back into a snarl. She slowly turns toward you and rubs her snout softly along your cheek before resting it on your shoulder.

Wrapping both your arms around her thick, furry neck, you hold her for a moment and just listen to her heavy breathing as it gradually evens out along with your own heart rate. It amazes you- touches you- the way such a wild woman, now a wild beast, can be so sweet and gentle with you.

When Sevika finally pulls back, you place a soft kiss to the top of her snout before rising to your feet. “Well, I’m feeling nothing. Guess that means I wasn’t infected,” you say quietly. Feeling a bit silly talking to her in werewolf form, you smile down at her and pat her head. “Lead the way?”

She leads you further into the forest. And even though you two are putting yourselves into a rather dangerous situation, you’re feeling considerably better now that you have her by your side. Not to mention knowing you have those silver bullets loaded in your trusty guns. You’re confident the two of you can handle whatever comes tonight. Together.

When you come to a small clearing, she stops just at the edge.

Assuming this is where the two of you will stake out, you crouch beside a tree. You sit on your heels so you can easily rise to your feet when needed. She remains standing on all fours, nose in the air as she smells for any signs of other werewolves. Without really thinking, you lift your hand to the top of Sevika’s head, absentmindedly petting her. After several moments in silence you feel her settle onto her haunches beside you and you start to scratch behind her ears.

Eventually, something lightly tapping your hip catches your attention. Turning your head, you glance down to find Sevika’s large, fluffy tail gently wagging. The tip smacks against you with each swing. Smiling, you look at her face, curious if she even realizes what’s happening.

It seems she doesn’t. Those purple glowing eyes scan the surroundings, nostrils flaring as she continues to sniff out threats, ever vigilant even as she unknowingly enjoys your attention.

Your smile grows and you continue to pet her as you return your attention to the surrounding trees.

Feeling Sevika bristle beneath your hand and rise to stand on all fours again, you jump to your feet and ready yourself for whatever she’s sensed. “Is that them?” you whisper when you see her glowing eyes focused on something just past a thick line of trees in the distance. Her ears perk up and though you know she can’t answer, at least not with words, you can judge by the way her body tenses and her lips curl back into a snarl that there is a definitive threat approaching. You scan the tree line for any signs of life and focus on listening. There’s no wind tonight to cover any sounds or movement, and yet you sense nothing. Only the soft whirring sound of the fan in Sevika’s mechanical arm.

Then, something catches your eye. Something large and dark stepping out from the shadows just as you hear Sevika’s low, rumbling growl. Needing the ability to grab your rifle from your back if necessary, you swiftly remove Sevika’s cloak and drop it beside the tree.

Sevika stalks on all fours until she’s positioned protectively before you. Her shoulders are drawn high, poised to attack.

You steady your hand over the pistol at your side as the figure slowly moves into the moonlight, revealing itself. One of the werewolves, but it seems to be alone. Your heart skips a beat when its glowing eyes suddenly lock on you.

Shit.

Sevika senses this as well. Her growl rises in volume and she takes several steps to the side, blocking you from its view.

Though you can’t see the enemy, you know they must be starting to circle you two as Sevika shifts her position to keep you out of sight. More threatening sounds pull from her chest and then she’s suddenly sprinting forward.

You withdraw your gun, ready to fire if she needs help. Despite the fear that overtakes your heart and mind, you manage to hold the pistol steady, aiming towards the werewolf as it lurches at Sevika. Her werewolf form is larger, but only just. It’s unfortunately enough to prevent you from lining up a good shot. So you’re left waiting, watching as the two take wild swings at one another with terrifying claws and bite with deadly sharp teeth.

Sevika is the first to land a blow, her silver-tipped metal claws slicing across the other werewolf’s snout. It releases a terrifying howl of pain, and through the faint glow of the moonlight, you can see drops of crimson leak from several lacerations. If Sevika would just switch sides with it, you could take the bastard out no problem. As if hearing your thoughts, the injured werewolf darts around Sevika, giving you an opening.

Taking aim, your eyes widen as you realize it wasn’t trying to attack Sevika from a different angle. No, it was moving to take on its original target. You. Sevika seems to have sensed this as well, and is hot on its tail, but it’s barrelling towards you inhumanly fast. You take a shot, nailing it in the shoulder just as Sevika pounces on it, sinking her teeth into the same shoulder and yanking, tearing flesh and fur. The beast collapses, skidding to a stop just several feet from where you stand, Sevika still clamping down from above it.

The animalistic screams that echo through the woods are the epitome of nightmares. Sevika releases the beast from her jaw only to take another bite at the back of its neck as it writhes and howls in pain beneath her. She’s crowding over it now, leaving you without a shot again, but it’s clear that she has bested this one.

Too focussed on the current attacker, neither you nor Sevika notice the pack emerging from the same tree line this one crept out from. Your eyes are glued to the snarling face of the werewolf beneath Sevika, which is thrashing wildly as she rips fur, flesh and tendon from its neck. The werewolf’s glowing eyes start to slowly fade. Its pointless writhing slows until finally all movement ceases.

Your wide eyes slowly raise to meet Sevika’s fierce gaze. She’s panting, her whole body heaving with her heavy breaths. Blood, drool and bits of flesh and fur drips from her mouth. It’s a sight you’re certain you’ll never forget. Stepping towards her you open your mouth to ask if she’s hurt anywhere, but freeze when you finally spot the four werewolves stalking towards the two of you. “Sevika!” you cry out, and then they're sprinting full speed.

Sevika turns her head, but she’s too late. They're on her before she can fully face them, and before you can aim your gun. Sevika releases a howl of pain as one sinks its teeth into her neck, another clamping down on her back right leg and a third pinning her to the ground with their giant paws against her back.

Heart hammering in your chest, you aim for the one on top of her. You’re only able to fire several rounds before the fourth beast is running at you. “Shit,” you curse under your breath as you stumble backwards and focus your attention on this one. Sevika’s growls and yelps of pain fill you with terror as you unload your gun, firing round after round in rapid succession. You have to take this one down before the others take Sevika out. Given the proximity, each and every of your shots land, but the werewolf is too large and too fast, and is at your feet within a single breath. It rises to its hind legs, a large paw with sharp claws raised and ready to strike. One last shot, the only one remaining in your pistol, rings through the air as you fire a silver bullet straight between its glowing eyes.

The beast howls, saliva and blood spraying your face as it falls forward. You attempt to side step its limp body, but it collapses against you. It’s nearly as large as Seivka, and easily twice your weight, knocking you down to the ground and pinning you beneath it.

With the air knocked from your lungs, it takes you a moment to regain your senses. The sound of the fight several feet in front of you, one that sounds to be very much in the enemies’ favor, finally snaps you back into action. Dropping your now empty gun, you press both palms against the shoulders of the beast currently crushing you and push with all your strength.

You manage to push the limp body off to the side and scramble to your feet. With no time to reload your pistol, you reach for the rifle at your back. Eyes darting to the fight, if you can even call it that given how outnumbered Sevika currently is, you find her still pinned beneath one of the larger beasts, the others ravaging her as she thrashes wildly beneath them. Only now, her movements have calmed down considerably. She’s hurt. She’s hurt real bad.

Eyes blurring with tears driven by panic over the possibility of losing her, you raise your gun and take aim for the one pinning her. Thankfully, since you’d already shot the damn thing multiple times, It only takes two more shots to the skull to take it out completely. Unfortunately, it collapses on top of Sevika, still preventing her from moving. You go for the one at her neck next, knowing it’s doing the most damage. Holding your breath, you fire, nailing the side of its skull. Miraculously, it’s enough to take it out immediately, no whine or howl of pain. It simply falls limp. The last one, however, now has its sights on you, seeing you as the bigger threat than Sevika. This time, you’re the quicker one to react, sheer adrenaline taking control of your body. You’ve already got the barrel of your gun lined up before it can move, and fire once, then twice. Both bullets sink into the beast’s head. Another one down without a sound.

Releasing the breath you’d been holding, you sling your rifle back over your shoulder. Your still watery eyes drop to Sevika’s form. She’s no longer fighting to stand. Her breaths are ragged, and soft whines fill the now otherwise eerily silent woods. The thick dark fur covering her body is wet and matted. And as much as you’d like to think it’s drool or blood from the other werewolves, you know it’s mostly her own. Tears finally spill over and down your burning cheeks as you realize how dire the situation is.

“Sevika!” you sob, but before you can take a step towards her, searing pain rips through your body, emanating from your shoulder. You’re thrown forward, face first down into the dirt as another werewolf sinks its teeth into your flesh and pins you beneath it, sharp claws piercing your clothing and digging into your back. White light flashes behind your eyes and you cry out in pain. Sharp canines sink impossibly deeper and you realize if they sink in any further you’re going to lose more than just blood. Clawing blindly at the dirt in front of you, you find purchase and try to push up to knock your attacker off. To no avail, though. It’s far too heavy.

You’re about to try again when you feel the sharp release of your attacker’s teeth as it howls in pain. It’s deafening, the beast’s mouth right beside your ear. You don’t realize what’s going on until you hear a familiar snarl as the weight is finally lifted from your body. Rolling onto your back you find Sevika, metal arm freshly lit with shimmer, absolutely ripping the other werewolf to shreds. Sitting back on your elbows, you watch in shock as she savagely bites and claws at her victim, even after its body falls lifeless to the ground.

When she’s finally satisfied with the scattered remains of your attacker, Sevika slowly turns her head towards you. Those wild glowing eyes of hers look almost empty, lost, like she can’t even see you through her rage. Her chest is heaving even heavier than earlier. There’s so much blood, saliva, fur and flesh surrounding her, you can’t tell anymore what’s hers and what's the fallen enemies'.

“Sevika,” you call to her with a shaky breath. You’re relieved she’s alive, but you’re terrified that she’s been too seriously injured. The call of her name in your voice seems to bring her down from her almost deranged state.

She slowly limps towards you, her right front and hind leg clearly very damaged. Carefully stepping over your legs, she brings her snout to your face, tongue carefully licking at the tears still streaming down your cheeks.

You don’t even care that she’s technically making more of a mess than cleaning. That she's spreading blood and whatever else coats her tongue across your cheek. She’s fucking kissing you, soothing you, and you can hear her labored breaths. She’s the one who needs the care. Your heart lurches, and you sit up to wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer until she sits on her haunches and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Do you think there are any more?” you whisper. Your eyes dart around your surroundings, fearing another ambush. You feel her raise her head from your shoulder to sniff several times, ears perking up and swiveling to listen, before resting back on your shoulder again. Taking that as a no, you release a deep sigh and tilt your head back to gaze up at the clear night sky. Just when you feel your heart rate start to return to normal, your eyes wander to the moon and something hits you. Hard.

This time it’s internal. Something unexplainable. Your body jerks, violent enough that you fall back onto the palms of your hands. Squeezing your eyes shut seems to deafen the throbbing pain that you swear emanates from your very bones. You feel Sevika rise to crawl over you, and then you’re hit just as hard with realization.

You were bit.

“Shit,” you curse. Peeling your eyes open you squint up at Sevika from where she stares down her snout at your pained expression. “Sevika, I- I was bitten!” you choke out and you can see the moment realization strikes her as well, her eyes flashing before dropping to your injured shoulder.

“You’ve got to stop it!” you exclaim. “You said you could, right? You can bite me, override it with your version, right?” you speak quickly, panic pulling bile from the pit of your stomach and burning your throat. You can't turn into one of those mindless killers.

Sevika meets your gaze, bobbing her head slowly. A nod. She crawls further up your body, running her wet snout up along the side of your neck, nuzzling into your hair. She’s trying to calm you, prepare you for what she’s about to do, but she hesitates.

“It- it’s okay. I’m okay.” you say softly, though you're not sure who you're really trying to convince considering how your heart races and your mind scrambles. You place a hand on the top of Sevika's head to guide her down to your uninjured shoulder. You feel her drag her tongue slowly across the soft point where your neck and shoulder meet before pressing just her top canines against the flesh. You give her one final reassurance, pleading with her. “Save me. Mark me.”

Her sharp teeth sink into your flesh with almost no resistance. It’s painful, terribly so, but nothing compared to what you’d felt earlier when you were being attacked. Biting your bottom lip, you try to hold back the soft cry that pulls from your throat. She doesn’t keep them in long before carefully pulling back out and lapping at the puncture wounds. Still gripping her fur, you struggle to keep yourself upright on only one hand as your body trembles. You release her, letting your other arm provide extra support as she continues to lick your wound.

The effects are almost immediate. You can feel it course through your veins from the wound to the outer reaches of your body. Letting your head fall back limply, you stare blankly up at the moon, watching almost spellbound as it turns from a bright white to an eerie purple when the transformation starts to take over your vision.

Sevika’s scent reaches your nose, but it’s almost jarringly stronger than usual and you’re suddenly hyper aware of her proximity. And she’s no longer tending to your shoulder. Slowly, cautiously, you raise your head to find Sevika’s snout close enough for the heavy, warm breaths from her nose to fan across your face. Her purple eyes are focused on yours. They’re wide and wild, but not like they were when she was tearing your attacker to pieces just moments earlier. No, this is more like the other night, when she was in her human form and overcome with desire to fuck you like an animal. A wave of warmth and desire rushes over your body, and you’re moaning softly before you even know it’s coming. As much as you’d like to blame it entirely on the recollection of that blissful night, it’s definitely much more than that.

You’re in heat.

And she knows.

Something presses against your left shoulder, breaking you from Sevika’s intense gaze momentarily. Gazing down, you find Sevika’s large paw there, urging you to lie back. You do, leaning back on your forearms, but when she continues to press against you, you lie back completely.

She moves further up your body on all fours, caging you beneath her large frame as she looms over you. Watching you intently from down her snout, she brings that large paw down to rest high on your chest, claws on your neck. This time she applies no pressure, simply rests it there and stares down at you expectantly.

Your lips part, about to ask her if something’s wrong, when you feel sharp nails bite, just barely, into the bare skin just above the collar of your shirt. You suck in a breath, delighting in the way your skin prickles and heats as she slowly drags down your neck and chest until they reach your collar. With your next breath comes another wave of her scent. It's incredibly strong, musky and unique to her. It's… intoxicating. When you realize how her claws are curled beneath your shirt, just resting there, her intentions become clear. And she’s waiting for your approval.

“Please,” you whisper, and apparently that’s all the encouragement she needs.

Faster than you can comprehend, she swipes those sharp claws down through your shirt, tearing it as if it’s made of paper. The little yelp you release goes unnoticed as she’s quick to tear through your bra in the same manner. How she manages to so quickly and easily shred your clothing without leaving so much as a mark on your skin is baffling. However, your mind quickly diverts elsewhere as you watch her take several deliberate steps back down your body.

Her intense gaze leaves your face, now focusing on your exposed breasts. She lowers her snout to gently nuzzle against the swell of one, her cold, wet nose causing you to suck in another quick breath. You squirm beneath her and dig your nails into the dirt at your sides, trying to fight the urge to grab her by the fur. However, when she moves to the other breast, lips curling back and mouth parting to reveal a mouth full of terrifying teeth, you immediately freeze.

You trust her not to harm you. Not to cause any sort of pain or damage beyond what you can handle, yet there’s no denying how frightening she is right now. Hovering over you with teeth bared and wild eyes. She could so easily tear you apart if she wanted. But the type of fear- if you can call it that– it induces is not the same kind of fear you felt when faced with the other werewolves. This is so very different. This is thrilling.

Her long, wide, dark tongue slips out from between her rows of teeth and drags languidly from one side of your breast to the other. You release a shaky breath, as your back arches toward that sickly pleasurable muscle. It should be so wrong, how your body aches for more, but it feels so damn good. When she lifts her head to move back to the first breast, the trail of saliva she left behind feels terribly cold in the night air and your body trembles as shivers run down your spine. She doesn’t seem to take notice, as she drags her tongue across the other breast with just the right amount of pressure to have you mewling. And this time, you’re unable to control yourself.

Your hands fly to her head, latching onto matted tufts of fur and pulling her snout closer. The snarl that pulls from deep in her chest should have been enough of a warning to stop you, but you’re so lost in your own lust it only drives your need for her higher.

It isn’t until you feel her nip at your breast that you come to your senses enough to lighten up your grip, but your fingers remain threaded in her thick fur.

“Sorry,” you try to whisper, but it comes out broken as your chest heaves. You’re fucking panting, you realize. “I- I think I’m in heat. I need- I need you to-” Words fail you as you feel her head start to move further down your body. Her destination is clear, and she can’t get there fast enough to ease the ever increasing ache you feel there. Your fingers curl, gripping her fur again, though with less force, as you help to guide her down there quicker. There’s no threatening growl this time, but the moment she presses her nose between the apex of your thighs, you hear a deep, low rumble pull from her chest.

“Sevika, please,” you cry out. You’re not even sure what you’re begging her to do. All you know is you’re overwhelmingly needy. Desperately needing her to fill you. To fuck you. It leaves your head spinning, every muscle in your body aching, heart racing and breathing ragged. Your transformation has barely even started and you're already losing your damn mind. And yet, despite those fears and warnings Sevika expressed earlier, somehow she’s still completely in control, or so you thought.

Without warning, teeth and claws, both metal and organic, are slicing and tearing through your pants and underwear. And again, she somehow manages to do so without causing you any harm. Immediately pulling your hands away from Sevika's head, you lift your head to gaze down at her as she drops a large section of fabric from her mouth before moving her snout between your now spread, and mostly naked legs save for several scraps of loose fabric. Her movements are much less unhurried now, and her hungry eyes are hyper focused between your thighs.

You hadn’t realized, with your clothes on, just how wet you were. However, now with them removed, you can feel the slick literally dripping down your ass cheeks. Another product of being in heat. And Sevika seems hell bent on tasting it before giving you what you truly need. You watch, transfixed, as that thick tongue slips out between her sharp teeth again and drags up the inside of one thigh, stopping just before reaching where you need her most. The whimper that falls past your parted lips goes unnoticed as she repeats the same path on the opposite thigh.

“Sev-” your attempt to beg her for some relief is cut short when you finally feel her lick a long, wide stripe clear up the length of your aching cunt. Your vision flashes a brighter purple and you let your head fall back against the dirt. The moan that leaves your throat is deep, and notably more animalistic than usual. Staring up at the purple-tinged moon in a blissful daze, your hips thrust on their own accord as she runs her tongue over you again. She laps several more times. Each toe-curling pass leaves you desperately trying to chase after that delightful pressure, moaning with abandon.

Finally satisfied with her meal, Sevika nudges your thigh with her cold nose, pulling you from your daze. Blinking several times, you tilt your head to gaze down past your heaving chest. You’re met with greedy eyes watching you expectantly, impatiently. When you don’t immediately respond, unsure what she wants, she bares her teeth and snarls lowly, saliva dripping from the far edges of her mouth. Noticing her back end seems to be moving, your gaze falls between her hind legs, and despite her warnings of what tonight may entail, you’re still not prepared for what you see.

Between her legs, where her clit would have been in her human form, is a long, thick cock. It twitches, a warm drop of precum falling onto your ankle.

Oh sweet Janna.

There’s another stronger, brighter flash of purple behind your eyes, and then instincts take the reigns. You immediately roll over, propping yourself on your hands and knees, spread wide and presenting yourself to her. Pulse rising, it takes every ounce of self control to remain steady as you watch her shadow, cast by the full moon above, slowly crawl over your body. Warm saliva continues to drip from her mouth, leaving a trail clear up your spine.

Metal hand and fur covered paw appear in your periphery as they both lower to rest against the earth on either side of your own hands. You already knew her prosthetic hand was considerably larger than yours, but seeing it directly beside yours really drives that fact home. Even so, it pales in comparison to her paw, which is easily twice as large as yours. Both could easily crush your neck or rip you to shreds.

Your body shudders with a chill despite the substantial amount of heat radiating from her large form surrounding you, caging you in place. No part of her body is currently touching you, her massive size leaving a small gap between the two of you. Another testament to just how tiny and weak you are. How powerful and deadly she is.

Janna, what have you gotten yourself into?

Sevika lowers her head, muzzle coming into your view and more drool dripping down your shoulder. You remain frozen, stock still as you feel something long, stiff and incredibly hot slide between your legs, over your entrance, and press along your abdomen. Squeezing your eyes shut, you moan at the sinful thoughts and sensations that evokes. For a moment you feel as if your arms may give out, too overcome with the ache of your ever rising libido.

She must sense your distress, as she licks languidly at the mark she left between your neck and shoulder, trying to calm you, but it only sends tiny waves of pleasure through your body. Slowly, teasingly, she drags the entirety of her length back and forth through the outer edges of your wet folds, gathering as much of your slick as she can. With one final knee weakening drag, she pulls back to line up the head with your entrance.

Anticipation, nerves and desire through the damn roof, you dig your nails into the dirt, waiting for the inevitable. Her name spills from your lips in a breathless shudder as you feel the head start to press inside you, almost agonizingly slow. It’s so ungodly thick and hot as it slides further, deeper, spreading you wider.

Her tongue is replaced with a drag of sharp teeth along your neck, but you almost don’t even notice it with how lost you are in the feeling between your legs. That is until she catches on one of the bite marks.

Bright purple takes over your vision again as your eyes fly open. The gasp that leaves your slack mouth becomes a scream of pain and ecstasy as you push backwards, causing her to bottom out inside you. Teeth sink into the flesh of your neck again, but you don’t hear the deep growl that leaves her mouth. All you can hear is the blood roaring in your ears and your muffled cries as your entire body sings with so many sensations.

As the color behind your eyes softens, your vision remains blurry. It isn’t until you blink several times that you realize they’d been full of unshed tears. As it clears, you gape down at the ground in shock, watching the tiny droplets fall onto the backs of your hands. Hands that are suddenly tingling, burning and aching. All you can do is watch in horror as the bones in your fingers grow and move. Nails, thick and sharp like talons, protrude and curl deeper into the earth beneath them. Fur sprouts across the backs of each hand. Janna, you can feel every bone move, every stretch of skin, every hair follicle. It’s as if every nerve in your body had been affected, heightened.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize Sevika is lapping at the new marks she left. Each press of that wide tongue sends waves of pleasure over your body. But every second in-between is replaced with pain as your arms start reshaping, bones shifting and growing, thick dark fur bursting through your skin as it stretches to accommodate your new form. Then, just as the transformation starts to shift to the rest of your body, you feel her start to work her cock in and out of you.

“Sevika!” you cry out, but you don’t know what you’re asking her for. The pain of your transformation is indescribably excruciating. Yet her deep, rhythmic thrusts- her thick, hot cock rubbing along your walls- is euphoric. Your eyes brim with tears again, clouding your vision.

It’s a never ending game of tug-of-war between pain and pleasure. Each thrust is sweet ecstasy. But each time she pulls out it allows the agony of your transformation to take over. It’s maddening. Overwhelming. It leaves you delirious. You’re babbling, crying, sobbing her name, and she only fucks into you harder, faster. You barely register that she’s snarling, growling and grunting wildly. Drool drips from the corners of her mouth, swinging with her erratic thrusting. It splashes onto your face, neck and shoulder.

As the last of your transformation starts to take over- your face contorting and stretching into a muzzle- your moans, whimpers, and choked sobs fluctuate between human and animal in nature. Until finally it’s complete and you’re left releasing a long, chilling howl towards the night sky.

Your every sense is heightened in your new form. You can hear the crude wet sounds of Sevika’s cock pistoning inside your slick hole. The ravenous sounds she makes from above you. You can smell her musky scent, so damn strong, but it’s also the only thing keeping you grounded. You can feel… the knot forming at the base of her cock, locking her inside you.

Oh Janna, she’s… she’s trying to breed…

You whimper, but no longer in your own voice. It’s pathetic, like a small dog. No longer able to hold yourself up, you collapse onto your front legs as she ruts into you from behind with wild abandon.

Her scent. Just focus on her scent.

Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, letting that earthy essence of hers take over. It’s calming, and it’s the only thing keeping you numb to the pain. Numb to how she’s fucking you so hard your body shakes and jostles, threatens to collapse.

And then you hear her howl. It’s deafening. So much so that you almost miss the feeling of her release. Almost.

Her cum is hot, thick, and fills you beyond capacity. And as she continues to slam inside you, rivulets of her seed seep past her knot and spill down your back legs, catching in the thick fur.

When she finally stills, buried inside you, she lets her head drop beside yours. She’s panting, almost violently, struggling to recover. Saliva drips from the edges of her mouth and onto the side of your snout. Despite her bedraggled state, she presses her warm underbelly against your back and licks at your face between heavy, heated breaths.

You want desperately to say her name, hold her, be held by her. But all you can manage in your current form are soft whines. You can’t even lift your head from where it rests on the hard earth.

She licks at the mark she’s left between your shoulder and neck and your back legs threaten to give out as pleasure wracks your body.

After what seems like an eternity, the two of you finally start to regain enough of your composure and strength. Slowly, you lift your head and she rises with you, still gently licking at your face and neck.

She starts to carefully pull out of you, her cock having started to shrink and retract now that the breeding is complete. She pauses when you whimper, but you turn your head to lick the tip of her nose, letting her know it’s okay to continue. Once she’s completely out, she wraps her metal arm across your chest and helps you rise to stand on your back legs.

Ducking her head under one of your arms, she holds most of your weight as the two of you start moving. You’re not sure how long you’re walking for, or where exactly she’s taking you. You only catch little glimpses of the trees between your states of consciousness, of her face as she occasionally licks at the side of your muzzle or neck.

Eventually you realize she’s leading you into a cave within the forest. The floor beneath your paw-like feet feels hard, cold and damp. She guides you further inside to a pile of blankets along a wall. The moment she sneaks her head out from under your arm, you collapse against the soft bedding.

Lying on your side, you watch through the purple haze of your eyes as Sevika slowly lies down beside you, wrapping her augmented arm over your body and scooting closer until her hind legs intertwine with yours. Her glowing eyes meet yours for a moment, silently telling you she’s not going anywhere. Finally able to reach her with minimal effort, you gently lick at her snout several times. Your own silent reassurance. You lift your head to lick clean any of her wounds within reach as she does the same to you.

Everything aches. And then exhaustion finally takes over your body. You let your head fall back down against the blankets and close your eyes.

Sevika continues to lap at you, but her movements grow more and more languid until finally she lets her own head collapse beside yours. She rests her muzzle against yours, her warm breath fanning over the short fur that lines your snout. The two of you breathe in tandem, and her scent fills your senses again, lulling you to sleep. Within seconds, you’re out completely.

Slowly drifting back into consciousness, you try to open your eyes, only to shut them immediately as your head throbs. You try to shift from your side-lying position, sucking in a sharp breath as pain shoots through every bone, muscle and nerve in your body.

Damn.

Something shifts in front of you. Something warm. Very warm. And solid. It groans softly and you feel its breath fan over your breasts. Something heavy and metal twitches where it rests on your hip.

The prior night’s events rush to the surface of your memory, and you realize you’re lying with Sevika. Her face is pressed against your bare chest, prosthetic arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Your arm is draped over hers, hand resting against the top of her back. Her legs are intertwined with yours, and you're certain her proximity, her warm body, is the only reason your naked body remains warm in the cold, damp cave. Blinking slowly several times, your eyes finally adjust.

Glancing down you find Sevika's head rests just below your chin. Her dark hair is a tangled mess, sprawled across your other arm resting just above her head and the mass of blankets beneath both of you.

Her hair. Your arm.

You're both back to your human forms. It must be morning. Carefully lifting your head and biting your lip as your muscles and bones scream in protest, you look down towards the exit of the cave. Light filters in through the gaps in the trees and into the small opening. Feeling her stir again, you lie back down and place a kiss to the top of her head.

Sevika releases another low groan, rubbing her face against the swell of your breasts. Tilting her head back, she blinks several times before peering up at you bleary-eyed.

Her eyes have returned to that beautiful stormy gray, and you think you might just melt at how soft and vulnerable she looks right now. Just barely awake, her features relaxed, unguarded but safe in your embrace. Lifting your hand from her back, you gently brush several strands of her hair away from her face, revealing the neon scars that decorate her cheek. She simply watches your face in silence as you trace the warm tracks with the tip of a finger.

"How are you feeling?" You finally ask, voice hoarse with how dry and sore your throat is.

"Like shit," she murmurs, and even her voice is deeper and raspier than usual.

"Same," you reply with a small smile, but even that hurts. "Is the next day always this painful?"

"First transformation is the worst. It gets better, but still hurts like hell."

Taking in the rest of her face, you notice several deep cuts and bite marks. Even though the two of you had licked each other's wounds clean last night, you both need to properly tend to all your injuries.

"We should get cleaned up," you say softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Do we have anything to wear or cover up with?"

"I've got clothes," she replies, groaning as she rolls away from you to sit up. "There's a stream not far from here we can use to clean up."

Your body shivers, goosebumps breaking out across your flesh at the loss of her body heat. You can't even begin to imagine how cold that water is going to feel. And as unfortunate as it is, it's probably best that the two of you clean up there before heading back out in the public eye. Both of you likely look terribly suspicious in your current state. Don't need to draw unnecessary attention.

Rolling onto your back you jump when something lands on your stomach. Propping up on your elbows, you find a pair of loose drawstring pants, a t-shirt and a pair of slip-on shoes sitting there. The shoes are clearly not Sevika’s, entirely too small. However, the shirt and pants look like they could definitely be hers.

“Let’s go," she says gruffly.

When she stands, wincing in pain, you find yourself wincing just as badly at the sight of her. Her body is covered in deep gashes and bites, from head to toe. Her right leg is by far the worst. Brows furrowed in concern, you peer up at her face. She's schooled her expression back into that stoic, cool and composed one she seems to favor.

"I'm fine, but are you able to stand?" Her eyes roam over your naked body, taking in the cuts, bites, scrapes and bruises covering your skin.

Though you're not in nearly as bad a shape as her injury-wise, everything internal feels like it's been rearranged several times. Which is exactly what happened. Your skin feels as if it's on fire. Like you developed a nasty rash from all the fur, but visibly it looks fine besides the few scratches, bruises, dirt and dried blood.

Before you attempt to stand, you catch her gaze pausing at the apex of your thighs. And you realize you can still feel the sticky remnants of…

Memories of the night prior flood your head. Specifically the absolutely filthy things you two did at the end of the night. Despite the chill of the air, heat rises to your cheeks and pools between your legs.

Sevika offers you her right hand, her other holding her own clothing. Hesitantly, you place your free hand in hers. She had asked a very legitimate question, and you’re not entirely sure you can stand. Especially now with how weak your knees feel.

She pulls you up to your feet effortlessly, with a bit too much of that brute strength she seems to enjoy using. She releases your hand, and you topple forward.

You barely catch yourself with your palm pressed against her chest. Her human arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against her sturdy body and keeping you upright. And it’s a damn good thing she does, because your legs threaten to give way with the immense ache- a mix of pain and arousal.

Peering up at her, you smile shyly, feeling foolish for how absolutely enamored you are with her. “Thanks,” you say softly, and you can’t seem to pull your gaze away from her gray eyes. Those beautiful eyes. You could get lost in them. You are lost in them, staring.

You’re only broken out of your trance when Sevika suddenly bends down to scoop you up into her arms. And all while somehow managing to keep hold of her clothing.

“Sevika!” you gasp and throw your free arm around her neck to hold on. “You don’t need to carry me! I’m not that helpless,” you chide, but you can’t hide the way she makes you blush. "Besides, you shouldn't be doing this. Your leg is badly injured."

“I know you’re not. You proved that last night. And I'm fine,” she replies as she turns to limp toward the opening of the cave. Watching your expression from the corner of her eye, her lips curl into a smirk as she adds, “I know you enjoy this. You think I don’t see the pretty pink that colors your cheeks, or that little smile you try to hide?”

That pink most certainly has to be red now. Resting your head into the crook of her neck, you neither admit nor deny that accusation. She knows she’s right anyway, as evident by her short chuckle.

Though the stream is not far, just as Sevika had claimed, you still find yourself regretting not just putting your clothes on your dirty body anyway. The morning air has such a chilling bite to it when paired with the high humidity, you can’t help but shiver even in the warmth from Sevika’s body partially pressed against yours.

The two of you drop your clothes at the water’s edge. You cling desperately to Sevika’s neck, burying your face into it, as she slowly steps in. You’re absolutely dreading how ice cold this is going to be.

“Fuck,” she curses lowly as she sinks in up to her waist. Apparently she’s not so tough as to be unaffected by the temperature.

The cold water laps at your exposed bottom, causing you to squeal and pull yourself closer to Sevika. She chuckles at your distress, but you’re too caught up in the anticipation of the descent into the liquid, icy hell to notice.

“I’ll keep you warm, sweetheart,” she whispers into your hair.

You hope she can keep her word, because as she dips even lower, your body finally sinking beneath the water, it’s excruciating. With her assistance, you shift in her hold so that you’re turned to face her, straddling her lap as she sits herself on a large rock beneath the water. Your arms never leave her neck and shoulders, holding on as if your life depends on it.

Every bit of skin pressed against hers feels wonderfully warm, but it’s just barely enough to keep you from leaping out. “Sevika,” you whimper, and you hate how pathetic you’re being, but damn does your body hurt, and the ice cold water is not helping.

“Shh,” she shushes against your ear and Janna, her breath is so delightfully warm. She runs her warm human hand up and down your back soothingly, resting her augmented arm on the grass behind her.

The two of you sit like that, in silence for some time. Her warm breath fanning over your ear and down your neck, fingers gently tracing the scars along your back. Your face nestled against her neck, breathing in her calming scent and reveling in the heat of her body pressed to yours.

“I’m sorry.”

She speaks the words so quietly, you’re not entirely sure you heard her correctly. You can feel her hand stop moving at your back. Pulling away just far enough to look at her, not only do you find her avoiding your gaze, she also appears terribly distraught. “For what?” you ask, genuinely confused. She has nothing to be sorry for, so what’s eating at her?

She meets your gaze now, and her voice is laced with frustration as she answers, “Letting you get involved. Not protecting you. Marking you. Hurting you. Claiming you the way I did.”

You scoff at the ridiculousness of those statements, though immediately regret it when she turns away from you again, brows furrowed in anger. Pressing the palm of your hand to her scarred cheek, you gently guide her to look at you again. You speak to her softly, apologetically, “Listen, everything I’ve done since the night you found me has been entirely of my own volition. You did protect me. I mean, I’m only still alive because of you. You saved me. Twice! And you haven’t hurt me. Even once.” You laugh softly before continuing, “I mean- I’m pretty damn sore right now in various places you've… left your mark , but not to the point of it truly bothering me. The biting, the-” you pause, struggling to describe last night’s final incident properly. Janna, what do you even call that? Breeding? Ultimately that’s what it was, but it feels surreal and odd to say that out loud. “-the wild sex… yes, those both led to some pain, but I was entirely willing and it was well worth it for the pleasure.” You offer her a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t seem to convince her.

“You were infected because I couldn’t protect you,” she growls, but she lets you keep her gaze.

You try to keep your expression schooled, not wanting her to see your own frustration over how she doesn’t seem to believe you. “That’s not your fault. I came into this well aware of the risks, and with no expectation from you to prevent them. And in all honesty, it really doesn’t bother me that I’ll have to go through a transformation every full moon. If anything, this is good. I’ll probably be of more help in my werewolf form. Maybe the two of us can take the rest of the bad batch out quicker.”

Her expression morphs into confusion. “The two of us?”

"Yes. The two of us," you sigh. "I'm not going to just leave you alone to deal with what's left. I wouldn't do that to you, nor would I do that to our people."

Arching a brow she asks, "And if I refuse your help ?"

That should irk you. Her stubbornness in accepting help. And it would have not that long ago, before you got to know her. However, after spending nearly a month with her, you've learned that this trait of hers runs deeper than just arrogance and pride. It's also driven heavily by her inexperience with having someone who genuinely cares about her, and someone she equally cares for. She wants to protect you.

Grinning impishly, you reply, "I don't need your permission."

Sevika's gaze falls to your smile, then drifts back up to your eyes. Her brow raises higher, but so does the corner of her mouth.

"What? I can't be sweet all the time," you tease and you can feel her hand start to slide up your exposed back, dragging that damn cold water with it. On purpose no doubt.

She huffs out a short laugh. "You made that clear the moment you had the gall to set foot in Silco's domain demanding answers to something you had no business being involved in."

“You’re not going to drop that are you?”

“I’m not complaining.”

Now you’re the one to arch a brow. Before you can reply, the hand at your back is pulling you closer until your lips are pressed to hers. Though the kiss is short and sweet, it still leaves your cheeks flush and the cold water suddenly less noticeable.

“Let’s get cleaned up and head back,” she says, smug smirk in place when she sees your coy smile.

With considerably less injuries than her, you end up helping her finish tending to all the gashes and bite marks that litter her back side. She takes it all like a champ though, not that you’re surprised. She barely even flinches as you run your cold wet hands over some of the alarmingly deep cuts.

She helps you out of the water, pulling you up and out with ease. A little too much ease. You lose your balance, falling against her naked body just as you had this morning when she’d helped you up. Tilting your head back, you peer up at her to find her smirking down at you. She’s definitely doing that shit on purpose. Not that you’re exactly complaining. What’s not to like about being pressed against her warm, rigid, yet soft body?

When you manage to break away from the comfort of her, you both dress quickly; you in your baggy shirt and pants that smell delightfully just like her, and her in the usual attire, minus her cloak.

Her cloak.

“Hey, I bet your cloak is still by the tree,” you say as you slip into your shoes. “I need to get my guns too.”

"Need me to carry you?" She asks, and she makes no effort to hide the teasing smirk that pulls at her lips.

"I think I'm fine now," you laugh softly and make your way to her side.

Thankfully Sevika seems to have a fantastic memory, she's able to find that small clearing without any issue. You wonder just how many times she's had to make this same trek all by herself. As you get closer though, you have the startling realization that the bodies of the werewolves that had attacked you are still lying there. Only now they're in human form.

It really shouldn't have been a surprise, but you're still not quite mentally prepared to find lifeless bodies of people. To say it's a disturbing sight would be an understatement.

As Sevika steps past them unaffected to grab her cloak, you nervously crouch down to grab your rifle which just so happens to be lying next to the body of the one that had infected you. A man. Despite your best efforts not to look, you catch sight of his face before you can stand back up. You gasp, bringing your other hand to your mouth.

Marcus.

"Oh dear Janna," you whisper against your palm. You stand to your full height and turn away, unable to look at the lifeless man lying at your feet, your former superior.

"What?" Sevika asks gruffly as she strides over, cloak back on and covering her prosthetic. Standing at your side, she uses the steel toe of her boot to tip his head up so she can see his face. "Guess we don't have to worry about him getting to you now," she says without emotion.

Your wide eyes shoot up to hers. She meets your gaze and her stoic expression breaks into concern. "You alright?" she asks, slipping her human arm around your back and resting her hand reassuringly on your hip.

"Yeah… Just- just shocked," you reply quietly.

"Let's get you out of here." She guides you towards your abandoned pistol and the remnants of the harnesses and pouches that had torn during your transformation.

You're able to salvage enough to attach your harness to your body again. Sevika helps secure your pouch of spare ammo to your waist, but as she rises again, her gaze meeting yours, the gravity of your situation starts to hit. Hard. And she can tell.

"Hey," she says quietly, brushing her knuckles down the side of your jaw. "What's wrong?"

You bite your bottom lip. You don't want to burden her with your thoughts. She has enough to deal with on her own. But you can tell she's not going to let this go considering how her gray eyes bore into yours.

"Well, if I wasn't without a job after missing for a month I guess I sure am now," you say with a breathless laugh, trying to keep the conversation light despite how worried you are. "I was already struggling to make ends meet. Piltover isn't exactly affordable living." You turn away from her, worried about how she'll react to what you say next. "Maybe I should stay with you. I mean I am yours now, right?" You say it with a small smile and a soft laugh. Like you're joking, because you're fearful of the possible rejection if she knew just how badly you do want to stay.

Sevika slips her hand behind your back again and pulls your front against hers.

Before you can react, her head dips down to press a kiss against your mark. Shivers run down your spine followed by a wave of warmth through your entire body. You place your hands on her hips where that warm skin is exposed. Her name falls breathlessly from your mouth and you tilt your head as her lips ghost over the skin of your neck until she reaches your ear.

"You are mine. Stay with me."

Her words are spoken with a possessiveness that makes your knees tremble. However, much to your surprise, when she pulls back to stare down into your eyes, you find hers are soft, pleading. It was a request, not a demand.

Your heart skips a beat, chest filling with the warmth of your adoration for her. Stretching up on your toes, you press a chaste kiss to her bottom lip.

"Gladly."

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