#sevika the kids have been missing you but not as much as ME !!!!!!

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg fucking stupid thing I thought of but like Sevika with a reader who is literally her number one apologist

Oh she got into deep shit? “I saw nothing actually” <— (quite literally was there)

Oh she murdered a man? “I mean.. did we ever take time to consider why she killed them? I mean, they could have looked at her wrong! I mean, I would if I were her too—“

Oh Sevika was being an asshole? “So? And I was backing her up 😇🫶🏼”

this is so me, she'd chop finn's head clean off in front of me and i'd be like 'babe ur so silly! omg u have blood on ur arm!! lemme clean it for u...'

men and minors dni

sevika knows you're loyal to her.

in the five years you've been together, sevika's never once worried about your eyes wandering or you sneaking around on her.

but it's more than that.

you ride or die for sevika.

she realizes this the first time she's home to watch you talk to an enforcer.

sevika and silco's deal with marcus means they get away with most their dealings in the undercity-- but from time to time, to avoid questions, marcus will have to send a rookie down to the undercity to 'investigate.'

usually, the kid will snoop around for half a day, before high-tailing it right back up to piltover.

sometimes-- they actually try to investigate some of the evidence.

and, once or twice a year, one of the rookies will even have big enough balls to try to question sevika herself.

she's on the couch reading when someone knocks on your door. she's on high alert as she watches you open the door, her hackles rising when she sees the uniform standing on your front stoop.

"sorry to bother you so late at night, miss, is this the residence of a 'sevika'?" the enforcer asks.

sevika huffs, rolling her eyes and biting back her annoyed groan. she's in no fucking mood to deal with this. she's about to haul herself off the couch and take over for you, when you speak again.

"who?" you ask.

sevika blinks-- unsure if she heard you correctly.

"s-sevika?" the man tries again.

"sevika? i've never heard of a 'sevika' living in this neighborhood..." you say. sevika realizes what you're up to, and a smile breaks across her face. "do you mean savannah? there's a savannah a few blocks south, she owns a barbershop off third..." you suggest.

the rookie studies you for a second, and you just blink up at him innocently.

sevika has to smack a hand over her mouth when the idiot buys your act, sighing and slumping before turning around to leave your front stoop. "thank you for your time ma'am. sorry again for bothering you so late."

"put your gas mask on, young man, you'll hurt your lungs down here!" you call after him, waving sweetly as you watch him wander down the street.

you grunt and roll your eyes, your sweet smile dropping the moment he turns the corner, before you turn around and walk back inside your home, slamming and locking the door behind you.

sevika tackles you to the ground, kissing you fiercely. you burst into giggles. "what's this for?" you ask.

sevika can't stop laughing against your lips. "you're so amazing." she giggles. you just huff and roll your eyes.

"thought i'd turn you in?" you ask. sevika shakes her head.

"no-- didn't think you'd lie to a cop for me though."

you blink up at her, suddenly serious, and sevika's heart swells. "sevika. i'd do anything for you."

sevika has to hide her flustered face against your shoulder at this.

over the years, she realizes how much you meant the words.

you come home one night and find her panicking, a dead body in your living room blood soaked into her skin and clothes. you just blink, take a deep breath, and snap into action.

sevika watches in a daze as you gently guide her to sit on the couch, kissing her and calming her down as you strip her of her bloody clothes and toss them ontop of the dead man in the middle of your home.

you don't even ask her questions. you just gently guide her to the bathroom, and treat her like she's just got a cold, or something.

"you're so pretty." you whisper as you wash her clean.

you dress her in her jammies and put her to bed.

sevika stays awake, listening to you call ran and silco over, and then listening to the three of you clean up the mess for the rest of the night.

when you crawl into bed beside her at the end of the night, smelling vaguely of fire and gasoline and bleach-- sevika turns onto her side and grabs your hand.

"you okay, my love?" you whisper.

"will you marry me?" sevika asks.

you burst into giggles and agree, kissing sevika sweetly before dragging her onto your chest and scratching her scalp as she falls asleep.

it's not even the serious shit that you back her up on either. it's the dumb, petty shit too.

you can be sitting on her lap during a game of cards; muffling your giggles against her shoulder when sevika cheats by hiding a few of her cards one second, and the next you're swearing on your grandmother's life that sevika's never cheated during a game when one of her opponent's accuses her of hiding cards.

you hear her voice rise a bit when she gets in an argument with a goon, and you're by her side at lightspeed, glaring at whoever dared to question her authority, cracking your knuckles to back up her threats. when the goon stumbles away, nearly crying in fear, sevika turns to you with a guilty look.

"what?" you ask.

"i realized halfway through that i was yelling at the wrong kid... they all wear the same grungy eyeliner-- i can't tell these fuckers apart." she admits.

you burst into giggles and pull her in for a hug, and sevika finds out years later that you ended up tracking down the kid you'd both threatened and buying him dinner to apologize.

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[chronicsyd]

Actually, I’ve got a few redactions + Add on's about the long ass post on the S2 trailer I made a couple weeks ago.

So while I still think Vi painted the gauntlets black to disguise herself, I’m thinking the fight with Warwick damages them again because when Vi’s with Ekko here, they are different than how they first appeared. So Ekko and Heimerdinger could repair them before fighting Ambessa, also it would partially explain why he's here fighting with her at all (so to the anon that asked, yes i do agree that Ekko/Heimerdinger probably fixed them)

I’ve been seeing posts about Jinx kinda sorta “adopting” a kid in the new season (you can kinda see them in that clip with Smeech attacking Sevika) and there’s the scene with Undercity people surrounding Jinx having blue hair so my thoughts are now leaning more towards that this is that child in question than something having to do with Jinx or Powder herself. it would also explain Sevika's new look and such.

I'm SUCH an idiot but the gem imbedded in Viktor's wrist is most likely for the arm they showed back in S1, much like how they showed the gauntlets that Vi would eventually be using. I just didn't give the arm a second thought until now despite knowing The Machine Herald already had the third arm (insert face palm here...)

Back to the lines from Vi and Caitlyn from the announcement teaser 3 years ago, it's clear that they're talking about the temple fight that happens later on. Caitlyn has to see this through but she doesn't want to do it alone because she knows that she or Jinx is going to end up dead as a result; but Vi feels she needs to fight Jinx herself because we're probably going to see a bunch of stuff happen before the fight (like the Kiramman tent fight for example) because Vi says "no one else needs to get hurt", but at first I just thought that Vi was talking about Jinx's attack on the Council.

I'm still unsure who's in the orange that Ambessa's talking to because no ones signature color in Arcane has been orange as far as i know (it's been mainly reds, blues, whites, and golds) so I'm thinking that it's a hospital outfit of some sort (I could be wrong, but that's where my thoughts are towards) and she's talking to someone in Piltover that Can implement Martial Law and there's really only 3 examples that could do that: Caitlyn, Jayce, or Mel (if Mel happens to be alive of course. and I'm pretty sure the other Councilor's are about as dead as dogshit, or should be because besides Cassandra did you Really give a fuck about the rest of them?).

someone else pointed this out and I for the Life of me can't find their account but the lines on the floor point to this being Stillwater Hold, so at some point that's where Jinx's base of operations is, or she's just breaking them out but at least in this scene i don't think so.

I'm changing my stance on this, this is happening right before Act 3 (or more specifically, before we see her in the Ambessa fight). mainly because while the lighting is damn near impossible to make out, i think her hair is cut in this scene, she's also missing the ropes on her top. Mainly because when we see her with the finger prosthetic she still has her braids and that's Definitely happening post Act 1. so she's crying about something different from Silco here and I'm having a dreading idea on what it is...

I don't think Vi is carrying Cait on her shoulders, mainly because with the lighting the vest looks brown but when we see Caitlyn her vest is very clearly black. So not exactly sure who it is, I'm kinda thinking it's the blue fish guy (is Arcane gonna give us the names of Caitlyn's comrades yet?!) and the explosion we see with him isn't the same one that knocked Vi down. but that's just hypothetical, the only thing I'm Sure about is that Vi isn't carrying Caitlyn at least.

I have NO idea Why and I have NO credible sources on this but for some reason my brain keeps telling Sevika's dying. No i don't know the how or the when but it'd just be another tally of grief for Jinx (because we're probably going to see them get close despite their animosity back in S1) (and let's be real anyone that takes on even a Slight "parenting" role to Vi or Jinx is getting the axe, i don't make the rules)

So far the only thing I'm having trouble placing is uhhh everyone that Isn't Vi, Jinx or Caitlyn. because they've been Massively marketing the three of them but when it comes to people like Viktor and Jayce not a fucking clue. We got that clip of Ekko and Heimerdinger sneaking into Piltover where they probably do some sorta hextech experimenting but that's really the limit of my knowledge. I know the people I was confused about have to do with Viktor and the Glorious Evolution thing but other than that, I've really only got solid thoughts on our three ladies for the season.

Also it seems like tomorrow they're probably going to be showing us what they showed at the Annecy festival for pit fighter Vi back in June so... can't wait for that!

and that's what i got for now...

[itryhardtomakethishouseahome]

Arcane characters saying "I love you" for the first time

Warnings~ none just fluff

Characters~ Vi, Jinx, Ekko

Summary~ You have been dating for a while but neither one of you has said the ‘L’ word yet.

Vi

When you and Vi were kids there was always something between you two and eventually you guys ended up dating. Mylo, Ekko, and Powder would tease both of you about it all the time. But that was a long time ago and things are different now. Everyone was different now. Powder became Jinx, Ekko went MIA, Mylo, Claggor, and Vander died, and Vi disappeared. You ended up working as an assassin for Silco so you could at least stay close to Jinx but that didn’t stop you from thinking about everyone you lost, especially Vi. 

One day you heard that some girl did a number on Sevika and decided to scout the streets from the roof of a random building. That’s when you saw her. You weren’t sure at first so you dropped down to get a closer look before walking up behind her.

“Vi?” You called cautiously while pulling your hood down. Vi and the women she was walking with both turned around. Her eyes widened as tears welled in yours. You ran up to her, wrapping your arms around her as she took you in hers. 

“I missed you Y/n.” She whispered before breaking the hug, her hands still on your shoulders. “I missed you too Violet.” A tear fell down your face. Vi smiled at the use of her full name as she rested her forehead against yours and cupped your cheek before letting all of her past feelings slip out.

“Come with us,” she begged. “I don’t wanna lose you again. I can’t. I love you too much.”

Jinx

You were on your way down to Jinx’s lair to drop off some materials for her projects when you heard an explosion. You ran as fast as you could to see what happened only to find blue particles wisping around and Jinx on the ground crying. 

“No! It was a mistake! It was a mistake.” She cried. You’ve seen her have episodes before but none like this. 

“Jinx?” You called, stepping towards her, dropping the box. Upon hearing your voice she ran into your arms and continued to sob into you. You held her as tight as you could, rubbing her back and occasionally shushing her. 

“It’s alright Jinx. You're okay.” You comforted her as best as you could but the voices in her head were too distracting. Picking her up, you walked over to the couch and sat with her on your lap, rocking her back and forth. You would stroke her hair, and whisper sweet nothings as she slowly stopped hyperventilating. 

“I’m sorry.” Jinx mumbled, her arms wrapped tight around your neck as she stared off into the distance. “You have nothing to apologize for.” You looked down at her before her eyes went to yours. She stared at you for a good minute before resting her head against your chest. “Why do you always take care of me?” She asked, voice raspy from the prior sobbing. 

“Because I care for you more than you’ll ever know.” You replied without hesitation. She fell silent for a few seconds.

“Do you love me?” Her voice was filled with caution out of fear of denial which confused you because you two were already dating.

“More than you ever know.” You stated as your eyes met hers. “Good” A smile grew on her face. “Cause I love you too.”

Ekko

After the Firelights mission on the aircraft, Ekko started to worry about you and your safety. Watching his people get shot left and right by Jinx really made him wonder if or when you were next. He would do anything to prevent that from happening even if you hated him for it. 

When the surviving firelights made it back to the hideout Ekko pulled you aside. Normally when he did this it was to go over plans for the next attack or simply for some quality time together but judging by the grip he had on your arm and how tense his muscles were you knew something was up.

“Ekko…what’s wrong?” No response, no falter in his grip or his stare. You hated when he ignored you, it made you feel like a small child and the way he looked at you was almost like he didn’t know what to do with you. 

“Well? What is it?” You were growing impatient. You knew something was up and it was most likely gonna end with a lecture. At this point you were just waiting for him to spit it out. He stared at you again for another five or so seconds before looking to the ground and sighing. You were surprised when he suddenly pulled you in for a strong hug.

“I just want you to be safe.” He admitted, resting his head on top of yours as you returned his embrace. 

“I know Ekko, I know-” “Which is I think that it would be best if…if you just stayed here.” He said hesitantly. You took a few seconds to process his words before pulling back enough to meet his eyes. “What are you saying?” Ekko sighed again, eyes roaming somewhere else before looking to you again. “Y/n I don’t want you on any more missions.” You scoffed and shoved him away as you turned to leave. 

“Look, you saw what she did to our people. That could’ve been you!” Ekko pleaded as he blocked you from the door. You tried your best to push him out of the way but unfortunately your efforts were in vain. You let out an annoyed huff before staring Ekko dead in the eyes. 

“I can take care of myself, I’ve survived this long haven’t I?” You honestly couldn’t believe that he was trying to keep you from missions. “This isn’t fair, you’ve gotten hurt before and so have half of the other firelights so why is it just me being benched?” You argued while resuming  your attempts to push him out of your way only for him to grip your wrists. “Because I love you!”

His words shocked you both. You looked up at him to make sure you heard him clearly. His eyes held pure surprise before he shut them and regained his composure. You could only stand there and wait for him to go on.

“I love you, and I don’t want to see you hurt.” Ekko whispered. His eyes were glued to the ground but you could see that he meant it. You walked up to him and gently lifted his chin. “Say it again.” Without hesitation Ekko took your hand in his and whispered.

“I love you.” You pulled him into a kiss to which he gladly accepted.

“I love you too”.

~

So sorry for the unnecessarily long wait😅 hopefully part two and possibly 3 will be out soon also I’m gonna try and expand to other games/shows (everyone stopped writing for Heisenberg so I’m just gonna take it upon myself to do so✨)

Feel free to repost! It’s much appreciated🫶🏼

[mystic-orb88]

ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 1 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT:

Sorry, but WHY DOES VIKTOR’S SKULL HAVE EYEBROWS?? I love him so much.

Why the HELL are they wearing all this Modern AU Gymwear?? Kinda weird, but such a fire intro: Turtleneck Caitlyn looking amazing in that one profile shot, Caitlyn holding her hands above her face in stress and casting a shadow that resembles a crown (ergo ‘Heavy is The Crown’ after her mother’s passing), Vi smearing her tattoo over with black paint, Viktor being Arcane Jesus but holding a very plain and undefined mask, the Violyn bit, Ambessa crushing the Black Rose, JINX WAVING THAT REVOLUTION FLAG AHHHHHHHH, and more.

Caitlyn and Sevika fight?? Most satisfying thing ever. Crush her, Sevika.🦾🦾

Alsoo, rip-off Silco. WHO IS THIS MAN?? DID SILCO STEAL HIS CLOTHES AND DYE THEM EVIL COLOURS?? I need answers. I dub him ‘Piltover!Silco’.

Also want to point out, Silco’s orange iris faded away when he died. He has no left eyelid, as I’ve seen an person say. Instead it’s just a black orb that blends in with the scar. You can see it disappearing during his death, similarly to when Vander “died”, the veins affected by a similar variant of Shimmer across his skin faded.

Jayce looks so stupid and tired here. Thank you Ekko for calling him out on his unethical science experiments. Teach him how to do proper science please, this man cannot think straight with everything he’s been through.

I’ll sort of miss Viktor’s gold eyes, but this constantly changing Arcane Opalescent thingy is soooooooo working for him. I know the Arcane might not be at all directly linked to Glorious Evolution, but all hail the church of the Gloriously Evolved.

Can there be a statue of this in Zaun?? This. This says so much. Vi sees not only what Powder could have been, but HERSELF in this kid. I’ve known a few kids like Isha, and even though she hasn’t spoken a word she’s already such a dear character to me. Amazing representation. It’s so understandable how much she looks up to Jinx, and she herself is a symbol or manifestation of Jinx’s followers (The first Inxes, possibly). She’ll prolly die, but I hope not.

Even his cane’s aura is blue. I love the Arcane Messiah.

Heimer and Ekko going into the Spiderverse, but it gives me trypophobia.

Sorry but I was wondering why she’d react this way to being bitten by Cait, likeeee okay she go “Bitch, you seriously think that’s gonna work? I raised JINX. I had my arm clipped off by a BOMB. I seen some freaky action in Zaun’s brothels and ALL are no match for your hoity-toity dainty ass”. It’s funny. So hard to not love Sevika.

No but Jayce didn’t have to draw Viktor’s hair and cheekbones on the board but he did. He’s canonically drawn him not once, but TWICE now. So silly.

[m-feline]

To adapt, to survive, to live - ch 15

Silco x Freader

Tags: showing some skin, sitting on the lap, smells, slight pinning, fluff;

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A couple of days passed and I managed to get my tasting-the-air-thing in control. Apparently, the lack of food had made me lose control over myself. Being hungry made my body react strongly to scents as if I was looking for a meal. Well, it wasn't a meal but it made me overwhelmed. Now that I had eaten I realized that despite "tasting” the air, I had better control of myself and I managed to recognize the scents better too. I could tell exactly what condiments were used for the food and how much. I even asked Sevika to test me. She was skeptical about it but Jinx was more than eager to help and figure out how well I knew what was in the food.

“Cool! Does this mean you can cook anything now?” She asked. I probably could do that. More and more I confirmed that I could sense things like snakes do. I would have to go to meet Signed again to confirm it but so far this was clear.

One evening, I snuck out of my room to get a bite of something. Silco said that I shouldn't come out of my room till I was fine. But I was fine. Well, better than before. Plus, I had this urge of snacking on something. Just some crackers or a glass of juice… or maybe even liquor. I could try it now. But maybe better ask Sevika to be with me when I try it. Just in case I can't drink too much. And she knows a good liquor. I snuck quietly into the hallway and soon I found the living room. Unfortunately, people were there. I now tiptoed very carefully, wishing I could later learn to be as quiet as a snake, as I came to the corner and peeked into the living room. I saw Silco sitting on the wide comfy armchair. Sevika standing at his right, Ran and Dustin at his left a bit further away. And facing them was… Marcus? The Enforcer who came to the Last Drop looking for my kids. Why was he here?

“I refuse,” Marcus said with sure conviction. "I'm not going to aid you with this.”

“What I'm asking is for one simple thing, that no one even misses,” Silco said with a calm voice that was running with patience that was soon wearing out. Okay, now was not the time to get caught. I looked at Ran and Dustin since they were in the perfect position to spot me. And they soon did see me. Dustin saw me first, and then he subtly elbow-butted Ran to the side and nodded in my direction. I lifted my index finger in front of my mouth as a sign of silence and put my hands together in a begging manner. They both caught on to what I meant. Ran walked away from her spot as if she had nothing else to do as she walked in my direction. When she was behind the corner with me she stopped at my side.

“What is it?” She asked whispering.

“Sorry, I just wanted to get something to bite. I didn't know there was meeting,” I whispered.

“Can't it wait?” Ran asked.

“Silco forbid me from leaving the room. I haven't eaten anything for hours, and don't tell me there isn't anything left because I can smell it,” I said.

"From the kitchen,” Ran said mockingly.

“From your breath,” I said and her eyes went wide. "Cooked meat, potatoes, carrots, pickles, and liquor. Dustin even had pudding for dessert.”

"Okay, that's creepy. How did you..?” Ran wanted to ask but we were both caught.

“How about you both come out of there,” Silco called us with a mixture of sigh and irritation. Ran simply glanced at me and went to stand next to Dustin where she had been before. I gave up on sneaking and walked next to the armchair opposite side where Sevika stood. Silco didn't even spare me a glance until I was just a bit in front of the chair where he saw me even if he faced ahead. He had a cigar between his fingers and I could smell the smoke overpowering almost everything else. At least, I won't be overwhelmed by other smells.

“What part of you staying in your room, you didn't understand?” Silco asked with a tone I had heard him use when he was displeased with his people.

“T-technically, I was supposed to stay there till I was better,” I said defending myself.

“Are you now?” Silco asked not believing me.

“Y-yes. Yes, I am,” I said with more confidence. Silco glanced at me and his mood seemed to go dark. Was it because of what I was wearing? I had a simple white robe over me folded and tied. It was the most decent one I have been wearing for days. And I didn't have anything better to wear. Then again I only had a bra and panties underneath the robe, but no one would know it. Except for him apparently.

“Look, I just wanted to get something to eat, that's all. I didn't know you had… company,” I said motioning to Marcus. He looked partly surprised but also uncomfortable. Why that is, I could only guess. "I’ll leave you to continue your little meeting and…”

"You will go nowhere,” Silco chided me. And placed the cigar between his lips.

“I can just… Woah,” I tried to protest but then he simply pulled my hand and made me fall on his lap. "Si-Silco?”

”If you aren't going to stay where I tell you to, then you will stay where I can monitor you,” Silco said with a tone that left no room for arguments. Anywhere but his lap would have been better. Thanks to the wide armchair I was practically squeezed between the armrest and Silco while my legs lay across his lap. The robe slipped away and showed my bare legs to everyone. Silco simply placed his hand that he used to pull me down, on my leg, just a bit above the knee while his other arm rested on the armrest behind my back. As if I was a cat that he now had on his lap he rubbed gentle curves to my knee and turned his attention to Marcus who looked partly nervous and partly annoyed. Silco took the cigar from his lips and puffed a cloud of smoke before speaking.

“As I said earlier before the rude interruption,” Silco said and his hand that held the cigar squeezed a bit harder my knee but not painfully. "I only need you to get me a copy of the file. Since the date is old it shouldn't be even missed.”

"I said no,” Marcus insisted with angry tone.

“Even in exchange for a payment?” Silco asked. It was then that I saw Lock and another big guy in the room too. They stood behind Marcus. I hadn't seen them from behind the corner but now, on Silco’s lap, I saw both of them. The other guy, whose name I completely forgot came forward and dropped a heavy pouch full of money on the coffee table between Marcus and Silco. "It wouldn't be the first time, you take money in exchange for favors.” I was about to say something but one squeeze from Silco’s hand on my knee and I dropped it. Better just sit tight and look pretty, I guess.

“I'm not falling for that, not again,” Marcus said.

“Lost your guts when you saw some blood? Surely, you knew how things would end that day,” Silco said.

“Oh, I had an idea, alright,” Marcus said and glanced at me. "I had no problems with how you dealt with Vander. But others getting hurt was not meant to happen.” Did he think I would go mad knowing that Silco had something to do with Vander’s death? Too late for that. Maybe at the beginning, I might have been angry but now, after learning more about Silco and Vander’s past, I partly don't even care anymore. They had their fight and it got ugly. Yes, I miss Vander sometimes but in the Lanes, anyone can die if not careful. Putting a little wedge between Silco and me? Not going to work. Just to prove my point I rested my head on Silco’s shoulder and looked at Marcus with disinterest.

“If you were going to sow some discord between us, then you failed,” Silco said noticing the same thing I did. When he felt my head on his shoulder he rested his head on mine. "What you don't know is that (Y/n) hates Enforcers more than me. What really scared you then was that you had never seen your kind bleed or die before. That's something you should remember very well for the future. Don't you agree, dear?”

"Yes,” I said with an uninterested tone. "A good fear of death does set one's priority in the whole new order.” Marcus seemed a bit nervous. He should. I don't really care about the politics but I did care how it affected lives down here. Ekko and Jinx. Both have suffered because of this environment created by Piltover. Marcus was just one cog in the machinery of that. Silco seemed to find a way to use him. Yet Marcus tried to break free. I don't know what Silco needs him to do but I know that whatever he does it will be for something.

“I really wonder what makes you refuse the money you have accepted before?” Silco said and took a drag of the cigar. "As far as I know you haven't gotten promoted, yet.”

“I don't want your money,” Marcus hissed.

“But you did want it at the time. Either way, whether you want it or not living at the Topside isn't cheap. Everyone down here knows it,” Silco said.

“I don't need your money.”

His smell changed. His body temperature too. Did he… lie? The change is very small but it is there. He was nervous before and very emotional but now it spiked just a bit. I can't tell other reasons. I breathed through my mouth and I recognized the scents I detected before. Yes, there is some sweating, his breathing changed a phase, and his heart rate changed causing the temperature of his body to change too. He may be good at keeping his face straight but those scents are not easy to hide. Silco noticed that I had switched to breathing through my mouth. Not sure what he was thinking but surely he remembered how I acted the last time I was having a whiff of the scents through my mouth. His grip on my knee brought my attention to him. He seemed slightly mad at me for some reason. But I still thought he had to know what I figured out, so I leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

“He is lying.”

Silco quickly turned to look at me. I could see him ponder if I was serious or even right about what I had said. Okay, I may have acted weird before. But Jinx is more fickle than I was in the past few days. And it doesn't even have to be her day of the month for that to happen.

“I can smell it,” I whispered again.

“My pet tells me you are lying,” Silco said after one long pause as he turned to Marcus.

"Well, she's wrong,” Marcus said not breaking his façade.

“No, I'm not,” I said. "You didn't lie when you said 'you don't want the money’ but you did lie when you said ' you don't need the money.’ There is a difference.”

"You know nothing,” Marcus hissed.

“Mmph,” I pouted and turned away from him. Why did I waste time with Enforcer?

“And now you made her mad. Really, Marcus? She simply pointed out the truth,” Silco said lifting his hand that was on the armrest to pet my head. I didn't care what Marcus did or said but I didn't want to be in an awkward position with Silco. I should at least give him the truth. But what is the truth? Marcus lied but how to call the bluff? I need more information and more scents. I opened my mouth to inhale discreetly the scents again but the grip of Silco’s hand made me stop. I leaned closer so I could whisper into his ear.

“I need a better whiff of him,” I said.

“No, you don't,” He practically growled.

“I can tell he is lying but I need a better whiff of him to say what he is lying about,” I tried again.

“I said no,” Silco said quietly so only I heard him and his warning tone. But what really made me freeze was that his hand had moved on my legs closer to my thighs. I shouldn't push too far but I still had to find a way to figure out what Marcus was hiding. If I can't get closer to him to smell it, then maybe the scent could come to me.

“Can you open a window?” I asked as nicely as possible. Silco looked at me with a doubtful look. "It's too warm for me.”

“Bare with it,” Silco said indifferently. I pouted and realized that I had to result to something else.

“It's either open window or I get up and leave,” I whispered. Silco glared at me and was about to say something but I beat him to it. "I either leave or I need to take off the robe. I rather not do the latter with all the people present.” I didn't know I had the guts to say that. A ghost of a smirk played at Silco’s lips before he leaned to whisper to my ear.

“And if we were alone, would you do it?”

I had no comeback to that except that my face flushed like crazy. Silco leaned back against the headrest and gave a nod to Lock as a sign to open the window. I tried to regain my composure while Lock went to the window and opened it letting the cool evening breeze into the room. The only window in the room was behind Marcus, so when the breeze came in it also brought the smell closer to me. But now I had to pick it up. I inhaled the air, and at the same time, the snake on my back slithered to my face. Luckily, it was on my right cheek that only Silco could see. And he didn't miss the snake’s head coming behind my ear and coming just to touch my lips with its tongue. I didn't see his face but I felt his hand squeeze my thigh indicating he had seen it. But as long as Marcus didn't see it, it was all good. I inhaled another time and I could detect a very faint scent that wasn't similar to anyone in the room yet it came from Marcus. With the third whiff, I got it more clear, and I knew what he was hiding.

“I think we are done here,” Marcus said and got up from his seat.

“She is sick, isn't she?” I asked and made Marcus freeze. His eyes darted at me in mixture of surprise, fear and anger. Good, now I need to break him a bit. "I take a guess,.. she is... your wife? And the condition is serious?”

"Care to elaborate?” Silco asked me ignoring Marcus and his attempt to leave.

“There's a scent of a woman on him. Someone who he is very close to. She can't be a friend or sister, since there is also a scent very close to his lips,” I said. "And I can smell a hint of death. She doesn't have much time.”

“Really?” Silco said and turned to Marcus. "My condolences.” There was an evident conflict in Marcus, it was obvious on his face. He didn't return to his seat but he didn't continue his leave. Silco seemed to have already a plan set to this.

“Give him half of it,” He said to the big guy and he turned back to Marcus. "For your wife. But if you want more you know what needs to be done.” The big guy emptied the pouch of money in half and practically tossed it to Marcus who kept his eyes on Silco. The conflict was still there and there seemed to be anger there too. Just so he won't get any ideas...

“He will do it. The other scent on him tells me so,” I said. Marcus’s eyes landed on me and there was a clear threat in them. I simply ignored him and rested my head again on Silco’s shoulder. One might call me heartless for that but if the Enforcers didn't wish for the trouble they should think more before oppressing people down here.

“I believe we are done then?” Silco said and turned away from Marcus as if he was no longer interested. Marcus left with a dark expression on his face but didn't say anything. Silco waited till the door closed before speaking again.

“Put a tail on him. I want to know his moves. It seems besides money we need another leverage,” Silco said. Sevika nodded and glanced at Ran and Dustin. The two of them nodded and then left the room. I took that as a sign that the meeting was over.

“Are we done then?” I asked.

“We?” Silco asked.

“I meant, if I could go now?” I corrected.

“Are you in a hurry to somewhere?” Silco asked.

“I was heading to the kitchen before you made me sit on this chair,” I reminded him. "I haven't eaten for a while.” Silco hummed and took one drag of the cigar before he stomped it on the ashtray on the coffee table, leaning over me.

“Lock, tell Matt to get some food and bring it to the room. You are heading that way anyway,” Silco said. Lock nodded and soon he and the other big guy were leaving. Silco tapped on my leg and I took it as a sign to move. We both got up from the armchair but before I could say or ask anything, Silco took my hand and pulled me to follow him. He took me back to my room and practically pulled me inside before he closed the door.

“What in Runterra is wrong with you?” He partly hissed and growled.

“Me? What is wrong with you?” I asked. "What ruffled your feathers?”

"You."

Okay, now I was worried. Silco was obviously in a bad mood, so I had to tread cautiously. Perhaps he was not satisfied with how things ended with Marcus. Whatever Marcus had to do for him wasn't going to happen. At least, for a while. But in his eyes, it might as well be never.

“When will you stop acting like an idiot and be more conscious of yourself?” Silco asked hissing.

“Conscious of myself? I was in need of food, I have a very good guess what will happen if I’ll stay hungry,” I said forgetting my own advice to be cautious.

“And what would that be, hm?” Silco asked.

“I might end up sniffing someone without any restrictions and consideration of personal distance. Kind of what I did last time,” I said the last part a bit quietly but I knew Silco heard me. His face changed and he took a step toward me, making me take a step back.

“So you remember what you did then?” Silco asked as he took another step and so did I.

“Y-yes, I'm sorry. I was overwhelmed by the scents and…” I tried to apologize.

“So you were hungry, hmm?” Silco asked.

“No, I was… I was…weak. And easily overwhelmed. Look, I'm sorry, I…” I had to stop and collect my thoughts otherwise I just get myself more in trouble. "Look, it turns out my signia enforces my senses, my sense of smell most strongly. Because snakes are prone to smell or taste the air when they hunt. I can pick up scents on people or around them, especially when I inhale the air through my mouth.”

“It's that how you knew Marcus was lying?” Silco asked his mood apparently coming down a bit.

“Yes. At first, I didn't know if he was lying, I just smelled a change in his scent,” I explained. For some reason, Silco seemed to get back to his dark mood again, why? I have no idea but I rather not have it be because of me. "I went quickly through my head, any reason why his scent would change. His heart rate changed, which made the temperature change, he was sweating. Many of those symptoms are related to lying, then as I explained in the living room, I just pinned down what he said when he lied.”

“And you wanted to smell him more," Silco said with dark expression.

“Well, he wasn't going to budge. Evidently, I had to catch his reason to lie. Which is why I asked to open a window,” I said.

"And then you caught more of his scent," Silco said.

“Without leaving my place and I found the scent of a woman on his face, his right side to be exact. Probably, a kiss from her on the cheek. And with it was also a hint of… something sickening. I don't know how to describe it,” I said.

“Humor me,” Silco invited.

“Death. It smelled like a hint of death. She is dying,” I said.

“And the other reason, why you believe he will come back?” Silco invited.

“A smell of a baby,” I said sighing. I rather not tell him but he already asked so there was no point in hiding it.

“Boy or girl?” Silco asked.

“I don't know. I'm not that good to distinguish baby smells,” I said.

“Oh, well. I guess a simple congratulations card will be enough,” Silco sighed.

“You are going to use the baby against him,” I guessed.

“No, not for now. He has enough on his plate with his wife dying,” Silco said and walked to stand in front of the mirror that I used to look at my snake.

“How do you know it's his wife? I told you I guessed it would be his wife but I have no proof it's her,” I asked.

“It is her,” Silco said watching me through the mirror. "I had my own ways of digging into his background before ever making contact with him. He has a wife, who is very ill. I didn't know about the addition to the family. I guess, the birth has taken a toll on the woman.”

“He will come back because he needs the money to get her treatment and to keep her alive for the sake of the baby,” I said.

“Of course, and if he wants to earn that money, he has to get promoted. And that is where I shall step in but that is not what I wanted to talk about,” Silco said to face me.

"Then what?" I asked.

“I already said it; you.”

I didn't have time to ask or say anything before he came to me and pushed me to the bed and climbed over me. Scared of what he might do, I tried to push him back but he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head with one firm grip of his hand.

“This is a conversation that's way overdue,” Silco said with a mixture of growl and whisper in his tone. "Do you have any idea how you act sometimes?”

“W-what are talking about?” I asked with fear.

“You don't know. I wonder, are you really that naïve, or are you just teasing?” Silco growled. I had completely forgotten how scary Silco could be but now I had a very good reminder. I wasn't sure of what he was exactly angry of, but if the few times he had been angry at me before were of any indication, then I might have a guess.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…”

“Didn’t mean what, dear?” Silco asked. "Something tells me, you don't even know what truly irritates me.”

"I... I… have been acting a bit foolishly … okay, not a bit, a lot. I'm sorry. It’s just that… I finally did the only thing my mother wished me to do and it was even better than I ever hoped. No, I didn't even dare to dream to have a serpent as my signia. But when I got it, I… I… kind of lost my mind. I didn't mean to cause trouble. Not for you, or Jinx, or anyone.”

“Hmph, at least you are aware of some things you have done,” Silco said and loosened just bit his grip on my wrists but not enough to let me go. "But that still wasn't what I meant.” What? What else could it be? I was getting scared. What could I have done to irritate him that I wasn't even aware of?

“But yes, you were right that after your last ritual, you seem to have lost some of your reason,” Silco said leaning close enough so his lips were right next to my ear, and when he whispered I thought my mind exploded. "I didn't know you were alright sleeping in the tank all naked.” Wait… Was he… mad about that? But then again, why did I agree to that again? I wanted to get over it fast and Signed said that the best and fastest way was to let the liquid get through my skin. Was he mad because I was… indecent? But he has seen me in a worse state before, and he wasn't that angry. Wait, he isn't…

"And not to mention how you have been during the last couple of days. Barely, wearing a thing. It is fortunate that I come to this room before Jinx or anyone else comes in,” Silco said murmuring to my ear. "I practically had to ban everyone from entering here. I can't let anyone see you that way. Only I can see you.”

Oooh, he is jealous. The difference between before and now is that other men may have seen me. Though, he should know better with Signed. But with Marcus, I should have seen the clues. The dominant attitude. When I came to the room he made sure that I would only stick to him. And only him. He got angry and moody because I was wearing so little. And when I needed a better whiff of Marcus, he thought that I would repeat what I did last time, didn't he?

“I can tell you figured it out,” Silco said pulling back to look at me.

“I-I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene. But… once I get my stuff from Signed, I start wearing my regular …” I tried to convince him but his grip got tighter, and he leaned closer to me again.

“You will not wear those rags again,” He hissed. "It seems you didn't get my point, so let me spell it out for you. You are mine.” I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't even sure what this was. No one was supposed to be interested in me. Why of all people it had to be him? And why did he have to be so… possessive.? "And my people do look the part. I can't let you undermine my reputation as I change the Lanes, as I lay the foundation of Zaun. You, you will stand by my side, and only by my side.”

"S-silco, you're scaring me.”

"Is that so?" Silco asked as he loosened the knot that kept my robe fastened. "Where was that fear when I told you to remain in this room? Or when I told you to that you won't smell Marcus?”

"It was just a whiff, I… I wanted to help you.” I was getting more nervous and fear was taking me over. "Please, stop.”

"I told you to stop too, remember?” Silco said right next to my ear. "But you kept going.”

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again.”

"Oh, you won't. I'll make sure of it.”

Before he could do anything else there was a knock on the door. We both freezer and waited for something to happen. Either the one who knocked to identify themselves or leave.

“Umm, Lock asked me to bring this here.”

Matt. He had either the best timing ever or the worst luck. I wasn't sure which one, when Silco gave quiet groan and pushed himself off of me and marched to the door. I took the opportunity to get up and fasten my robe again.

“Seriously, (Y/n) can't you just come down and cook some food yourself as you used… Oh, hey boss,” I heard Matt say when Silco opened the door and Matt realized I wasn't alone. I could hear from where I was how Matt’s voice changed when he met Silco at the door. He wasn't prepared for that. Silco took the plate and roughly told Matt to beat it which he did as I heard the sound of him dashing away. Silco closed the door and I heard the lock click as he locked the door. Another wave of nervousness came over me as Silco walked back to me one hand holding the plate with food on it. He didn't come right next to me. Instead, he went to the small table near the bed which had two chairs.

"Come, sit, and eat,” Silco ordered without looking at me as he set the plate on the table, and he sat on one of the chairs. A part of me warned me not to go anyway near him but other part told me that he was still upset, so disobeying him would be unwise. So, I got up from the bed and went to the unoccupied chair to sit down. The plate had cooked potatoes and carrots, cooked meat, brown gravy, and two pieces of bread. Silco got up when I took the first bite, and he went to a cupboard and brought two glasses and a bottle of bourbon.

“Since your ritual is over, I believe you are allowed a drink,” Silco said as he poured the amber liquid into the glasses and placed one of them close to my plate.

“Y-yes. Though I don't know if I can hold my liquor,” I said.

“More reason for me to stay and confirm it,” Silco said. He took his glass and held it up for a moment. It took me a couple of seconds to get his gesture. I picked up my glass and held it to the same level as he held his glass. He brought his glass close to mine till our glasses made a clear cling sound. Silco then brought his glass to his lips and took a sip of his drink. I took a sip from my glass and right after I swallowed the liquid it burned inside my throat, making me cough.

“*cough* *cough* This… this is strong,” I said setting the glass down.

“Still, I rather have you taste the good quality rather than the bad ones,” Silco said. "It may not go well with your meal now but I will make sure you get better food with better drinks.”

"No thanks, if it means my throat will burn again," I said and focuses on the food.

“A shame. I thought you had now refined palette since you can 'taste the air’, as you put it,” Silco said smirking. A part of me wanted to say something to wipe the smirk off his face but I remained quiet. He was partly right. Besides smells, I should begin to train my palette. Though I have a good palette since I cook most of the time. But if my guess is correct, my signia could make my palette more sensitive. Maybe I could smell and taste poisons too. Many snakes are poisonous. But that might require some training. Maybe I should start with something simple, like… this bourbon. It's not poison but… it does have its own taste. I took another sip, a bigger one this time, and I ended up coughing again.

“Don’t force it,” Silco said moving my glass just slightly away from me. "If you drink too fast, you will get drunk. Take it slowly, savor the drink.” I just nodded and took a smaller sip of the drink.

“By the way, where is Jinx?” I asked hoping to make things less awkward.

“She went to test her new toys. She finished a couple of projects of hers. I thought it was a good opportunity to test them,” Silco said.

“And not let her see Marcus,” I added.

“Yes, I believed it was better this way. She was already worried for you, I rather not submit her to more stress.” Silco said sipping his drink.

“Thank you, and… I'm sorry. For all the trouble I have caused,” I said lowering my eyes.

“Just get better. We shall visit Signed next week so we can finish this ritual of yours and you can focus on Jinx,” Silco said. "And then we will see how things proceed from there.”

I simply nodded and continued eating. The rest of the evening I was quiet, till Jinx came back all covered with soot and dirt. But she was happy that I was better. And her projects seemed to be getting better. She said she would show me once I was better enough to go out

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[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ ♥ Anon Love ⌟ ―― Personal OOC answers ► 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂   𝙊𝙐𝙏 = ❝ [ NEW MUN ]:     for the mun to talk about a recent new mutual they’ve begun to follow, why they followed them, what drew them to their blog, etc. (times 3 cause got 3 anons for this smae question) ❞

okay, let's see, everyone else I have been following for pretty much the exact same time now XD sooo, who should I pick.

Okay, I'm going to do three people, because I want to give them shoutouts because I found all them from one person.

First one first, is @legendscried. I was honestly kind of worried to react out. You know, new muse, new fandom, not sure how to really 'get into it' without seeming like the new kid. But Corvin was an absolute sweetheart. If not for him, I might not even have wound up finding all these people I write with now! But I followed them really for all their arcane muses, I just want to immerse Caitlyn with everyone. But the one ship that really came about was Caitlyn and Jayce. These two are like kindred souls, they are siblings by choice and just jdkfl;asjkfld;sa So I literally just, cannot say enough about these two and the fact that Corvin gave me a chance <3 And because of Corvin it leads to the two people below.

One is @misstantabismuses . I originally followed Miss T after I created Caitlyn about a month or so ago. I was brand new to the fandom, only had maybe… 2 people who wrote in Arcane (My friend convinced me to write and I just got sucked in) and so I went on a bit of a search to find people who also wrote in it after following Corvin. I followed Miss T originally for the in depth concepts and designs of her Zaun. No lie, this literally had me scampering up a wall, screaming, with so much joy and hoping not to sound like a crazy fangirl because I'm all about in depth development not just about a character but also because the surroundings/lifestyle/homeland also influences a character.

So the fact that Miss T goes absolute in depth into these thoughts and ideas and I can literally do the same with her! Omg, I can't tell you HOW excited I was to get to do this with someone. And It really reflects how much they love their muses.

And then that leads me to @independentzaun . Melis is an absolute sweetheart, and I originally wasn't sure if I should follow her blog, not because of anything but I was like 'do they want to write with me?? I'm not to spastic am I?!' But then I hit the follow button and got a follow back and I was just, another fangirl moment going 'she wants to write with me hearteyes. Again, I'm about following arcane blogs so I can write caitlyn with any muses. She and I have developed so many AUs, including one where Jinx and Caitlyn are half sisters, to Caitlyn and Sevika actually being partners and working together!!! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! Its been such a joy to write with her, and I literally can't wait to explore more things with her!

[undercity-merc]

The mercenary continued to face-off with her estranged sister, her finger twitching when she saw that finger land against the trigger. Even still, she hadn't pulled it, but its clear that Vi's clumsy feet led her to taking a step in the wrong direction. She felt a sick combination of sweat and blood drip down her throat. The right side of her face was still smeared with it from her wound, but the taller woman gave no indication towards it hindering her.

As much as Jinx's words bothered her, she had to wonder if there were some merit to them. Her eyes flickered away briefly as she considered-- Vi was always the closest with Vander, that was true. She saw she and her siblings as equals, but in her, the old Hound saw a leader. She inspired her siblings and they followed her, and their mistakes ultimately landed upon her shoulders. She drew in a breath. Jinx was her fault-- something that haunted Vi every waking second of the day. She deflected and blamed Silco, because he sure as shit fanned the flames... But Vi started that fire. All of this shit that happened, everything she blames herself for, happened because she set the dominoes, and punched the very first in the row.

Those eyes flared with emotion as that magenta color came forth with a vengeance, Jinx appearing less and less stable by the sentence-- but this was good. She was talking, so Vi had a chance to help talk her down from further destruction. It was a long shot, and Vi wasn't a very good shot.. But damn it, she had to try. Insulting Silco and Sevika got her nowhere, so she bit her tongue on following that road. She needed to cool the one waving a gun in her direction tactfully. The comment about eating Silco's body was... unnerving. Three months? It was likely she had just been eating a rotten corpse at that point, and the thought made her queasy.

"Okay, just-- obviously you and I have very different opinions on what all happened out here. I mean, I was.. I was gone. Stuck in a cold shitty cell for years and I missed out on a lot." The mercenary attempted to reason, still slowly lowering her gauntlets. She was being purposely disarming as she spoke. "The Last Drop is mine, and I beat Sevika out of here, so now it's mine. She hasn't come back to claim it." Vi pulled her lip up into a scowl as her sister continued, and she shook her head slightly, taking just one tentative half-step forward.

"Pow, listen. I don't like Caitlyn more than you. You're my sister-- I don't like her as a sister, okay? I could never replace you with someone else, I-- You're the only family I have left." Her tone before softer at the end, and her shoulders sagged, gauntlets dropping. Her hard silver gaze softened too, and her eyes almost looked.. Blue again. Her lip twitched up and she gave a hard shake of her head, and her tone became exasperated. "I never thought you were a monster! You were a kid, we both were, and had a lot of fucked up shit happen to us. I never wanted that for me; more importantly, I never wanted that for you. Everything I did, and every stupid decision I made, I led thinking that I could give you a better life than the shit hand we were dealt. But no matter how I tried to punch the problem, I.. ended up just fucking it up worse." Her lip tugged into a grimace, and she gazed up at her little sister. "I never wanted this for you. I couldn't protect you.. And in the end, I became the monster that I was supposed to scare away. I'm... sorry, Pow."

[beanlot]

Amab! Sevika impregnating an inexperienced reader? 😳🥺 She didnt mean to do it but good god pulling out of the reader was difficult

so you have a breeding kink?

this ask kinda correlates perfectly how much of a sucker sevika might be in bed, she’ll underestimate how dirty she can get when she’s trying to be the finest vanilla with you. she’ll know you haven’t done much, that manipulating you with raw and bitter strength isn’t exactly the best approach right now - she’s delicate when it comes to it, essentially serving you with skin to skin tenderness.

so when you do get physically intimate in the sheets, it’s no shock that sevika ticks all your boxes - patient, doting and so god damn sensational. someone who’s big with providing, especially with first impressions; this has to be divinity for you, something that fucking engrains itself into your life unprompted.

she’ll slew herself inside you, opting for classic missionary with the preference that she’d like to see how your pretty face reacts when the tip of her cock assaults that spongy target just right, but what was sentimental thrusts against your skin plummeted to one’s of purpose when you wrap around her cock so heavenly. it’s indescribable how divine you feel inside, shameless enough for her to burrow into your neck and murmur how fucking welcoming your pussy lets her in with every slap against her thighs - you would’ve thought sevika was maybe disciplined in bed, a deity that knows how to control herself.

but she’ll just lose it. sloppy with her breathing, rather animalistic in chasing that hallucinogenic corkscrew; it’s instinct, and she’s coming inside of you before she even considers it.

fuck, fuck..

and you’ll know sevika’s came by how vigorous her cock pulses inside of you, jagged breaths in your ear that whisper how fucking good it is, the type to lay there within a puddle of sweat and erotic humidity whilst she fathoms how much she’d been missing out. but you have to break the chain of praise, pushing her off.

did you..

did you just fucking come in me..

and when you look down, her cock glissading out of you, emotions conflict when you see that your hole is brimming with her cum; thick cream between your legs - it’s degradation, ire, lust and the horniness of what felt like her marking your cunt as her property.

and sure, sevika isn’t someone who gets aroused easily, she knows the art of composure. but when she’s already dipped the waters, it’s hard to resist the deep end - so watching your fingers touch what she’d left inside of you is enough to get her going again.

and you want more, and she’s gratified to give it to you, draping the tip of her cock through your folds and spreading her seed around your clit.

you want me to get you pregnant, huh?

filling you up with my cum so you can be the mother to my fucking kids?

but it’s fine, you’ll deal with the consequences some other day.

[x-amount-verbs]

A Helping Hand - Part 28

[start here] || Part 27 || Part 28 || Part 29

[Silco POV for 24, 25, 26, 27, if you missed them]

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“Okay, I know I’m probably going to regret this, but… what happened with you two?”

Sevika is propped up against the wall beside where you’re poised with one of Jinx’s paintball guns, while the kid herself is tinkering with the settings of the moving targets, and drawing up new ones on the plywood that used to be a barrier to the first floor of the warehouse.

“Me and Jinx?” You may be being purposefully obtuse. “Nothing. Why?”

Her flat look isn’t fooled. “The old man.”

“He’s not that old.”

Dark brows raise, and you realize too late that she may not have been quite so aware as you thought, but that little slip up certainly helped.

“He’s at least ten years older than you,” she points out. “So I think it’s fair to call him the old man.”

“Younger than my parents would be.”

Her look seems to say that you’re missing something. It screams at you to listen to something, and you can’t tell what hidden message she’s hearing.

“That’s your criteria?” she asks incredulously. “If he’s old enough to be your father?”

“Gods, no, I just— he isn’t, okay? He’s just—”

Wide eyes and a tilted chin warn you you’d better not be saying what she thinks you’re saying. You wince.

“Nevermind.”

Sevika shakes her head. “He’s like 60,” she deadpans.

“What?! Fuck, Sevika, he’s like 42!” You should not feel this defensive over your boss’s age. Sevika’s sidelong smirk seems to agree. “Don’t be a dick,” you grumble.

Her tone is wry. “Actually, he’s 39. Feels ancient, though.”

So much for not getting defensive— “He’s barely older than you!” you argue.

“He’s the most crotchety uptight under-40 I’ve ever seen.”

From the self-satisfied curve of her lips, even if she’s not looking at you, you suspect she may be purposefully bashing him just to get under your skin. Which shouldn’t work. Cause he isn’t anything important to you.

“I swear he keeps like 15 extra years in a pocket dimension,” she drawls.

You scoff a laugh before you can stop yourself. It’s pretty funny.

“Regardless, sure hope you get a handle on this weird crush you have-”

“Not a crush.” Wow, never thought you’d have to have a convo like this. “Definitely not a crush.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ hope so, cause that’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

“—Which is why it isn’t.”

“That’s why?”

What? Wait— “No, it’s— that’s not why, that’s not what I—”

Sevika’s sarcastic mmmhm at your gradual descent to flustered-ness has your ears burning.

“How old is your girlfriend?” you shoot back, going on the offensive.

Her lips press tight for a second, gaze averting. “Don’t have a girlfriend-”

“Your friend, then. The one at Babette’s?” You’ve picked up on a few things through gossip at the Drop.

Grey eyes stay resolutely turned away, but you can feel her sudden rigidity. Ha. Not so nice to be hounded on your insecurities, huh?

“She’s irrelevant.”

“What, like 19?”

“No.” The force with which she refutes your purposefully low guess is insistent. “No, she’s— I don’t know, 24. 25 maybe.”

You snort. “Yeah, and you’re one to talk age gaps.”

“Not the same, we don’t have a employer-”

“You better not be about to say you and your sex worker girlfriend never had a relationship where you paid her.”

You actually see a rosy cast to her cheeks. Good. About time she got flustered instead of you.

“Our relationship is— it’s not exactly…” It’s Sevika’s turn to flounder. “It’s complicated,” she growls, finally.

“Well. Same.”

“Which is much much worse for you than for me.”

She’s objectively correct. “Look, Silco and I don’t have anything like that. We never did.” It’s basically true, right? So he fingerbanged you bent over his desk after thoroughly spanking you with a crop. And a cane. And even his hand a couple times.

That’s… um. That’s… not the same as sex.

Fuck.

“Riiight. So he kicked people out of the Drop a couple days ago because…?”

“He what?”

She blinks surprise. “You seriously didn’t know? People were theorizing. You went up to his office drunk one night, a body got carried out, people thought he killed you then, but the next day you show up and he immediately clears the bar. I’ll be honest, there were bets you’d leave without the hand, if not the arm, and a decent number of people thinking you wouldn’t survive the week. Yet next day he calls me in to say you’re cleared to see Jinx again, which is definitely not what I expected to hear.”

It’s your turn to stare like an idiot. Silco was the one who gave the okay? Well, maybe you should’ve guessed it, but still. It doesn’t make sense, remembering how completely cold he’d been that afternoon.

“So I repeat: what happened between you two? He’s been quiet and it’s creepy. Half the time can’t get him to shut up.”

Nope. Stop it, heart, this isn’t good news, stop beating like there’s hope here. It’s nothing. He’s just… he’s pouting. Or he’s coming to his senses. Or, hopefully, he’s reinstating helpful boundaries, and this is his way of showing it.

Stop, stop the stupid skipping a beat, this means nothing. It means respect, at best, and that should be a bare minimum, not an exciting prospect.

No matter how much you chastise your heart, it’s still fluttering. Like a fucking dumbass.

“I— I just— talked to him. Brought up some frustrations.” That’s close enough. “I didn’t think he’d listen to me.”

“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. For all I know this is some elaborate plot; he’s a petty bitch when he wants to be.”

Oh, mood.

Your name is screeched across the length of the shooting gallery, effectively ending the conversation. “It’s working!” Jinx shouts, grinning and waving her spanner in the air as she slams a fist against the button that runs the motor for the moving targets.

It takes you too many tries to get your aim steady.

—

“You’re being weird.” Jinx kicks her feet against the empty barrel she sits on, licking her fingers with a kebab in the other (paint-stained) hand.

“Am I?” You’ve been settling into the routine surprisingly well, you thought. It’s nice having her back. Feet slotted with hers from your perch opposite, the casual proximity feeding that bottomless pit in you that craves closeness. “How so?”

“I dunno,” she shrugs, pulling a chunk of meat along the skewer until she can bite it off the end. “You an’ Sevika argued earlier and then your aim was shit— sorry. But it’s true.”

“Please consider that I’m operating with a fake hand,” you point out, holding out your prosthesis pointedly. “Remember that part? Big bloody accident, got maimed, replacement hand, all that?”

Jinx snorts. “Yeah but you did better before. I beat you every single round this time.”

“Have you considered that maybe you’re just really good?” you ask, brows raised. “Like really good, Jinx, you would beat me in my prime.” At least, with paintballs. Thank gods she isn’t shooting live rounds yet— both for the risk to your reputation in the local standings, and for other reasons. Three times since you started working with her in the warehouse you’ve spotted her shooting rats with her paint gun. Nothing lethal as of yet, but it can be a little worrying.

“Yeah yeah,” Jinx rolls her eyes, though there’s a self-satisfied smile on her face. “But you’re usually tougher to beat. What did you an’ Sevika argue about?”

You snort. She’s not wrong. Not entirely, anyway. “We weren’t arguing, just talking.”

Jinx’s brows furrow, face falling into a small frown.

“Honest,” you promise. “Not the kind of arguing that matters, anyway. Still friends.”

She pulls a face. “Shouldn’t be.”

Bemused, you raise a brow at the kid, but take another long swig of water before speaking (no food eight hours before meeting with Singed, meaning post-training lunch was your last chance, two hours ago). “Shouldn’t be friends with Sevika?” After making an effort to thaw her chilly exterior? “Why not?”

“She hates me.” Jinx’s lips twist, color high on her cheeks. Angry? Embarrassed, maybe? Or ashamed. Some combo of all three, perhaps. “Hates being stuck with me. Hates me for— just hates me,” she mutters bitterly.

“I find that hard to-”

“It’s cause her arm,” the kid interrupts, before her mouth snaps shut. Her kicking has stopped.

You try to add up the clues you’ve gotten, but they aren’t quite making sense. Scooting forward, you knock your knees against hers, trying to offer some kind of proof that you’re staying close. And maybe partly cause her sudden mood change worries you. Any time she seems upset you’re worried. There’s a bond there, between the two of you, some kind of recognition that resonates feelings, reflects them back, and her anxiety makes you anxious. Just like her joy makes you joyful.

“Hey,” you nudge her foot, pointedly. “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. But you’re still my friend, okay? I’m not picking her over you.” You barely refrain from pointing out that you can have multiple friends. Something tells you Jinx doesn’t want to hear that, not in this moment.

The worry in her brief too-open gaze sends a pang through your chest. “I’m your best friend, though, right?” she asks.

Shit. It feels about accurate to that age, at least. Always needing to know you mattered to someone, that you had social standing. Not an insecurity you’d expect from Jinx, but maybe she just never felt threatened before. You were her captive friend.

Maybe you shouldn’t validate that kind of thinking, but— “Uh huh.” Her visible relief encourages you; you hold out a crooked finger. “Best friends.”

Jinx grins as she hooks her finger with yours. “Fuck yeah.”

“Fuck yeah,” you repeat, like an oath. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, I think you insulted my aim.” You hop off your perch, smacking the bottom of her foot with your canteen. “Finish eating so I can beat you fair and square.”

“Psh, yeah right.”

—

The euphoria of having Jinx so close - the sheer joy you get from having her cling and climb and wrap arms around you - is tempered every other night by your painfully detached meetings with the Doctor.

A day of shooting with Jinx, followed by an evening nap, and then being drained of blood and told your progress is uninspiring but acceptable. Glowing praise, truly.

A day spent dragging Jinx along to training and letting her thoroughly pummel you just as often as you sent her gleefully screeching form soaring into plushly padded crash mats. A long shower, watching the faint shadow of marks from your day with Silco fading, and early bedtime.

A day of Jinx excitedly showing off her prototype for the Poppet gun, an evening spent icing your sore limbs, and a night of blood loss and five total sentences of communication, one of which was ‘stay still.’

A day letting Jinx pick out a buffet of food options on Silco’s dime. (In other words: a mistake.)

A day spent indulging in combing and braiding Jinx’s hair as she read out her history homework, an evening spent sitting in bed slowly braiding your own hair to match - trying not to think about the glove on your hand, and utterly failing - only to have that effort completely ignored by the Doctor in favor of once again taking blood and barely speaking.

You pass out after that one— or at least white out for a few minutes before waking, spluttering, to a face full of cold water.

“Why are you unconscious? Bloodwork shows nothing out of the ordinary.”

“How the fuck should I know,” you growl, wringing out your braided hair. “Maybe it’s all that fucking bloodwork you’re so keen on.” After every unproductive meeting, wobbling home dizzy, grimacing against the roll of the ground as you walked.

Singed frowns. “How else am I to know you’re correctly maintaining your prosthesis and metabolizing the hydraulic bleed?”

“I don’t know— however you did it the last two weeks?” Your voice is biting, lips pressed thin as you turn away, attempting to regain control of your temper. At this point, you’d rather just go back to Silco.

—The thought hurts more than you expect. A twisting pain in your chest, talons dug into your esophagus and tugging.

The Doctor still has that same frown. “I’ll determine an alternative.”

“Can’t you just take my word for it?” It’s so tiring to be doubted so much, you never realized before. “I have no reason to lie to you.”

His loose gesture is dismissive. “Find yourself food. Our next meeting I’ll have an alternate method.”

—

Things don’t go entirely to plan.

The food part does, at least. On the way home, stopping in at a market halfway between the Doctor’s lab and your lodging house, stuffing yourself on a couple top-notch hand pies and taking a couple more for the road.

But leaving the market you feel the tug on your waist that signals interference (just one of the reasons you only keep part of your coin on your belt), and grab for the wrist automatically with your prosthesis.

Maybe if you could feel what you were doing you would’ve been able to get it right. As it is, you instead feel the scrape of the blade across your arm by the vibrations on your stump beneath.

It all happens so fast.

Feeling the thief snatching for your money, grabbing for their hand, a quarter turned as you feel the blade, and halfway turned as your good hand moves to your pistol.

Finding a gun in your face is unexpected.

Your brain freezes.

Instinct, entirely instinct, takes over as you disconnect.

The next thing you know the shot is ringing in your ears, blood spattering your boots. You stare, unseeing, at the man staggered to the floor, blood leaking from the bullet hole in his shoe, one hand clutching his knee for stability, the other still on the gun.

Another shot hits his shoulder and the scream cuts through.

You stop yourself from aiming for the head. He’ll need to be questioned, have to know who hired him, who thought it was smart to bring a gun into—

A blink, and you’re back in reality, gun cocked at the kid whose hands have raised in panicked surrender.

Some distant part of you feels sick. Heart racing, dizzy, but floating unmoored from your surroundings. It feels like you’re on uneven ground, hovering, or bobbing in the Pilt.

When you have no words to say, the kid turns tail and runs.

You’re not proud of it. You aren’t. It’s habit, or fear, or some confusion between memory and reality. That gun was in your face and you can’t get it out of your head—

You shoot him.

Immediate regret turns your stomach. Your hand buzzes from the recoil, staring unblinking at the kid— fuck, he’s got to be no older than Efin, a teenager, just some kid trying to make a fast buck lifting purses in a crowded market. And now he’s on the ground, wailing, sobbing and clutching his leg, the bloody mess of a wound to his ankle. If he has a lookout, they aren’t rushing to his aid.

His gun is forgotten, and as glassy eyes drift to it, an icy chill seeps into your bones. A fake. It’s so obviously a fake. Of course it is; a kid like him couldn’t get his hands on a real gun, even on the infinitesimal chance he could afford one. A paintball gun painted to look like the real thing, meant to scare people into complying, not to kill them.

Your brain is dead, low static, feeling the feelings but unable to think in words.

There’s noise around you, but you can’t process it, can’t make meaning from the sounds.

You turn on your heel and walk away, already feeling the tremors start.

—

[next part]

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[archangeldyke-all]

Mmmmm I’ve been thinking. About. What if reader and sev have a kid but they’re divorced. And they still love each other but ended on bad terms, so every interaction radiates passive aggressiveness. But one day they fall apart and admit they still have feelings. Maybe some smut, who knows(I’d prefer it if there was smut but you do you)

OOUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHH the angst! the anger! the desire! let's do it.

men and minors dni

you've been divorced from sevika for two years now.

when people ask, you shrug and tell them that it wasn't meant to be, it was an amicable split, and you guys remain good friends.

this is true. for the most part.

you're not really friends anymore, but you're still family. you're co-parenting the coolest little girl in the world, you're bonded forever by your shared admiration of little fucker.

despite the fact that you guys don't laugh together as much as you used to, your familiarity and comfort around one another mean that sevika's still one of the few people in the world you can fully relax around.

but... you're not sure you fully believe that you and sevika weren't meant to be.

and lately, it seems like little fucker's starting to feel that way, too.

"ma." she starts from the backseat, kicking her legs in her carseat. you just got her from sevika's for the week.

"yeah, kid?" you ask.

"mom says you don't live together because you're divorced." she says-- too young to remember a time when the three of you were all living in one home.

"yep." you say, nodding.

"well... why?" she asks. you cringe and shrug, letting out a sigh while you try to think up an appropriate answer.

"what did your momma sev say?" you ask. little fucker shrugs.

"she says you got in a big fight." you bite your tongue to keep from spitting out a curse at your daughter's words. of course she'd say that. "what'd you fight about?"

"we didn't fight, your mom's just a drama queen." you sigh. your daughter giggles.

"we played queens last night! she was the queen of winter and i was the queen of summer, we had to fight in the back yard!"

you smile, imagining the scene-- sevika with a little tiara on her head chasing your cackling daughter around the little yard.

you think that's the end of the conversation, until you're back home, tucking her into bed for the night.

"goodnight, kid. i love you."

"ma?" she whispers. you nod, assuming she's going to ask you to check for monsters. "if you and mom didn't fight, why don't you love each other anymore?"

your heart breaks a bit at the question and you sigh sadly. "we still love each other, i think." you say. "but... we just love so differently."

"waddya mean?"

"like... like when you were born." you say. "you were the most amazing, precious, important thing in the world for me and your mom." you say. "and your mom wanted to show you that love by making sure you had everything you could ever need." you say simply, trying not to let your personal feelings get in the story.

if this was a friend of yours, you'd word it a bit differently. you'd say that sevika became unhealthily obsessed with work and money, paranoid and horrified about the idea of her daughter ever having to want for anything. you'd say that she started missing the important shit for late-night meetings-- doctors appointments and anniversaries and, the final straw, your daughter's second birthday party. but this isn't your friend, this is you and sevika's kid. and you aren't going to bitch about your kid's other mom to her.

"so she worked all the time, super-really hard, so she could buy you a big house to grow up in and a lot of vegetables to make you big and strong. isn't that nice of her?"

"and so we could adopt shimmer?" little fucker asks. you giggle and nod at the mention of sevika's new dog.

"yup. she worked super hard so you could have a furry baby brother." you say, nodding. she grins.

"what's wrong with that ma?" she asks.

"nothing!" you assure your kid. "there's nothing wrong with that! it's just... different from the way i show you love." you say.

little fucker pouts. "but you work too." she says. you chuckle and nod.

"yeah, but have you ever noticed that my house is smaller? 's 'cause instead of making a huge buttload of money for you, i do different things to take care of you." you say. she hums, considering this.

"like... makin' me pancakes for dinner on fridays?" she asks. you smile and nod.

"and being on the PTA at your school, goin' to mommy-daughter dance classes with you--"

"and goin' to the movie theater on our saturday girl-dates!" she cuts in. you giggle and nod.

"exactly." you say. "see? we both love you more than anything in the world, but we do it in different ways."

"huh." she says.

"which is okay." you assure her. "it's all okay. it just... our ways of loving were getting in the way of each other's."

little fucker frowns. you kiss her forehead. "i love you ma." she whispers. you smile.

"i love you too, sweet girl."

you see sevika again three nights later at little fucker's montessori talent show.

you sit beside each other like you always do-- both of you are too introverted to find any pleasure in bonding with other parents.

"hey." you grunt as you collapse into the chair beside her. she smiles at you.

"you look like shit."

"she's been having nightmares. did you show her a horror movie last week?" you ask. sevika furrows her brow, then a guilty expression spreads across her face. you sigh in disappointment.

"fuck. it was just the sixth sense! 's only pg-13, and she was supposed to be sleeping."

"sevikaaa, how many times do i have to tell you to keep the horror movies to your off-weeks?!"

"i'm sorry!" she cries. a few parents turn around to look at you two, and you elbow her. she huffs. "sorry."

"it's fine. it'll be your problem soon enough." you say. sevika chuckles.

"how are you?" she asks. you sink farther into your seat, groaning again. your ex-wife chuckles. "that bad?"

"it's fine. she's been asking about our divorce. it's just fuckin' hard to re-live it all with our own kid." you explain. sevika's shoulders slump a bit, a sad expression crossing her face.

"she did that to me last week, asked me why i don't just move you into the guest room at my place." she says. you snort.

"i know. you told her we got in a big fight." you say. sevika nods.

"'cause we did." she says. you laugh and roll your eyes.

"makes it sound so simple." you say. sevika grunts.

"it is simple." she says.

"if it was simple, we wouldn't be divorced."

"then maybe we shouldn't be fucking divorced." sevika spits out.

you turn in your seat to gawk at her in shock, and sevika's got her eyes set on the stage ahead of her-- knowing she fucked up.

"that's awfully fucking bold coming from the woman who was at the club the same night it was finalized." you growl. sevika's nostrils flare, her fingers digging into the armrest between the two of you. "honestly, i don't know why that still surprises me, after all those 'late nights' you had at the office with that paralegal girl." you spit out.

"are you fucking kidding--"

"hello parents!" a teacher greets from the stage. "welcome to rainbow montessori's annual talent show! we have a variety of performances we are so excited to show you..."

sevika's hand wraps around your bicep, sinking her nails into your skin. you try to pull your arm out of her grip, but she just pulls you toward her, her lips on your ear.

"don't go fucking anywhere when this is over. we need to talk."

the show goes great, little fucker beams when she sees you and sevika in the crowd, and then proceeds to win over the hearts of everyone in the room when she shows 'how big a bubble' she can blow with gum. a skill she got from sev.

sevika gets teary eyed with pride while she watches, and you so desperately want to take a picture of it to tease her, but you keep your camera on your daughter.

when the show is over, little fucker runs up to the two of you grinning, launching herself into sevika's arms as she laughs.

"momma sev! you're here!"

"hey baby." she chuckles, kissing her head. "amazing bubbles."

"it wasn't my biggest ever, but it was pretty close." your daughter sighs. sevika laughs.

"go play with your friends a bit, i gotta talk to your ma." she says, kissing your daughter again before setting her back down. little fucker gives you a quick hug, then runs off toward the jungle gym. your heart drops when you remember the argument you were in the middle of before the talent show.

sevika tugs you to the corner of the play-yard, away from other parents and kids and teachers. "is that really what you fucking think?" she asks when she gets you behind a few bushes.

"what?" you ask.

"you really think i fucking cheated on you?" she growls.

you roll your eyes. "it doesn't matter anymore, sevika."

"answer my fucking question!"

"well, what was i supposed to think!?" you shout. you bite your lip and close your eyes, collecting yourself before speaking. "you were at work all the time. i was still carrying my pregnancy weight, you'd come home too tired to fucking talk, much less touch me, and the second i brought up divorce, you jumped at it like you'd just been waiting for me to say the word."

sevika's silent for a second, and when you open your eyes, you catch her wiping up a few tears. your heart breaks a bit, and you bite your cheek to keep from reaching forward and wiping the tears up for her. "i'd never cheat on you. i never have-- i swear it, baby." she whispers. you just huff at the pet name. "you-- i haven't fucked anyone since you." sevika admits miserably. "i know ran saw me at the club but i was just there to get fucking plastered. i just lost the love of my fucking life, you gotta give me a bit of a break." she says.

you blink at the confession, your heart doing a backflip at her words.

"the only reason--" sevika cuts herself off, scrubbing her face and groaning. "i wanted to do this differently." she says.

"do what?"

"this." she says, waving her hands between the two of you. "this conversation. i-i've been talking about it with my therapist... i was gonna ask you to come over for coffee or something." she says. your face screws up in confusion, both at the revelation that sevika's been seeing a therapist, and at the rest of her sentence.

"what conversation?"

"i fucked up so fucking bad." sevika whispers, ignoring your question. you snort a laugh and nod.

"i'm aware." you say. sevika chuckles sadly.

"i lied." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she huffs. "the little fucker didn't bring up the divorce first, i did. i asked her if she ever wished we were together." sevika says. "thought maybe if i could get her fixated on it she could bug you into gettin' back together with me or something."

you snort.

"i miss you so much." sevika says miserably. "i've missed you for years, even while we were still married, and it's all my fucking fault. i thought..." she sighs, hanging her head and looking away, her eyes wide and vulnerable and unable to look at you.

"sevika--"

"i thought i didn't deserve it. any of it. you-- i was so happy when i got you. when we met and got married-- i thought i couldn't be fucking happier. then we had the kid and i..." she trails off for a second. "i was too happy. i didn't think i deserved it-- you, or the kid, or the weekend trips to the zoo and the family dinners... i didn't..."

tears start to well up in your eyes, and you reach out and grab her hand in yours. "i know." you say. you do know, you've always known this about your ex. her biggest weakness is her own self-doubt.

"and i hurt you so fucking bad." sevika sobs. "i didn't know-- i mean, i knew you were miserable, but i didn't you you thought i was cheating, honey. i didn't want to make you feel that w-- you're so impossibly perfect. you're beautiful. then and now. i just felt like, like i had to earn you guys or something. so i... i kept working because it was the only way i knew how to earn the blessing."

sevika reaches up and swipes away a few of your own tears that you hadn't felt fall.

"how do you feel now?" you ask. sevika smirks.

"like the biggest idiot in the world." she says. you chuckle. her smile grows at the sound. "like i'll do anything to undo my mistake. anything. i've been cutting back a lot at work-- silco hates it but it's been worth it to go to shit like th--"

"you've been goin' to therapy?" you cut her off.

"...yeah." she says. you smile.

"how's that been going?"

"...good." she says, simply but sincerely. you laugh.

"and what does your therapist think about your plans to win me back?" you ask. she shrugs.

"she says she's got a good reference for a couple's counselor if we want."

you burst into laughter, and sevika grins at the sound. your heart melts a bit at the sight of her toothy, goofy smile, and you sigh.

"you really haven't been with anyone this whole time? we've been divorced for years." you say. sevika shakes her head, giggling a bit.

"have you?" she asks, skeptically. you duck your head and chuckle.

"no, i guess i haven't either."

"so... should i ask for that counselor's number?" she asks. you reach out and smack her shoulder, giggling.

"you should maybe start with asking me out to dinner, first." you suggest. sevika grins.

"how about tonight?" she asks. something flutters in your stomach, something like butterflies.

"i dunno. me and the kid have plans to hit up applebees for some chicken fingers after this--"

"sounds perfect." sevika says grinning. "i'll drive." she offers.

you smile, and sevika reaches her hand out between the two of you. you roll your eyes and give her your own hand, giggling at the way she grins as she intertwines your fingers.

it feels so fucking right to hold her hand again. it feels a bit like coming home.

but it feels even better when she uses her hold on you to tug her forward, wrapping both of her arms around your waist as she presses her lips against yours. you both let out simultaneous breaths of relief, moaning as something familiar and exciting builds between the two of you.

"what're you guys doing?" little fucker asks. you both pull away, gasping and looking down at your feet where your daughter is standing, a mildly disgusted look on her face. "why's your tongue in her mouth?"

sevika snorts, and you cringe.

"we were making out. like in the movies." sevika says.

"why would you tell her that!?" you groan.

"what, like... romance kissing?" your daughter asks.

sevika ignores you and nods.

your daughters eyes go wide as she looks between the two of you.

"is it cool with you if i crash you and your mom's applebees date tonight kid?"

"like... a family date night?" your daughter asks.

sevika laughs beside you. "would that be okay?"

"this is so exciting!" little fucker squeals, jumping up and down. "are you guys getting married!?" she asks. you groan, grabbing your daughter's arm in one hand, and sevika's in the other, guiding them all out toward the parking lot.

"no, and we might not ever get married again." you say to your kid. "we're just eating dinner tog--"

"not yet." sevika cuts you off. "give it a year, it takes a while to plan a wedding. plus, you gotta help me pick out your ma's ring." sevika says. your daughter giggles in excitement.

you elbow sevika, but your glare is softened by the grin you're trying to bite back.

she just smirks, then swoops in to kiss you again.

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[f1shbonez]

Compliance had dulled the edge to her prisoner. It made him weak. It was a frustrating play, whether it was genuine or not. Plenty of other enforcers wouldn’t have known what to do with it. But this? This was the perfect test, because this was something Sevika knew the answer to already. No informants. No interpretation. The moment one of her men delivered the device, she’d recognised its crude handiwork. It was a confirmation of the whispers that infected every corner of The Lanes. 

There had been no point bringing it up sooner. It didn’t change much. Everyone had a good idea that Jinx wasn’t really dead. You could connect the dots without much help. But when evidence cropped up? You couldn’t ignore it. Their prisoner wasn’t strictly necessary to confirm or deny how much of a problem this development would be. But if there was any chance at gleaming some additional truths, it would be now, when he was learning how to use his history to secure his future. 

A begrudging patience settled across Sevika’s face as the vastayan traced the lines of the paint. She made no move to relinquish the shell, electing to wait Scar out until he offered an answer. 

"...Silco's loose cannon? She's gone. Got what we needed from her."

Another confirmation of a commonly-held suspicion. The Firelights had the hex stone. Unless Jinx had dropped it in her retreat or stashed it somewhere before anyone caught up to her, the Firelights were the more likely owners of Piltover’s newest tech. 

“The stone.” It wasn’t a question. Sevika didn’t want it to be. She wasn’t offering enough slack for Scar to attempt to weasel his way out from what she already knew. 

Gateways or weapons of mass destruction. Those were the common understandings of what raw hextech could do. Of course, Piltover’s scientists were working on their own developments, but that was with education and resources outside of The Lanes’ reach. Sevika didn’t know or understand much more than that. What was important was that the stone wasn’t in the hands of their enemies. The Firelights were an enemy. 

“What do you need it for?” Deceptively calm, Sevika turned the shell over, clinking metal fingers against it. The knowledge of the missing stone and a location for the Firelight base was a valuable trump card to leverage against both the Firelights and Topside. Only one side could win that battle and it wasn’t going to be the Firelights. 

"I made this. One of the kids painted it. Little punk likes to paint on everything now. Not original. Did snitch not tell you this already?"

A tired, humourless breath slid through Sevika’s lips. Metal fingers toyed with the shell casting, testing the give under the pressure of her grip. 

“Don’t bullshit me.” The vastayan had 18 months of near-confirmed exposure to Jinx, but that paled in comparison to the near-ten years Sevika had weathered. Her lip curled, just a fraction as she withdrew the shell, planting it back into her pocket before she could succumb to the itch to drive it into the side of the useless addict’s head. 

Her tone dropped to something level. The way one might address a child, or a chem baron toeing a dangerous line. It was as civil as warnings could get; it was a warning. 

“Your tree. Your streets. That stone. They’re part of the bigger picture.” She rumbled, bringing the scent of heavy tobacco with her as she sank close in a parody of something intimate. 

“What happens to the people there is a choice.” Sharp, unwavering eyes fixed Scar, demanding his attention. 

Remember your little girl?

Metal fingers flexed, tasting the air they always did when she was contemplating a swing. This time, not towards Scar. 

“Make the right one.”

"You found me." (@vastayan--vigilante )

Everything that followed the mission had been a bore. 

There was no adrenaline now. No electricity. People moved like their limbs were attached to anchors, scuffing their feet, as they convened with hollowed eyes. Some of them were still crying. Eugh. Was this what happened whenever somebody didn’t come back from a mission? Jinx doubted the same rituals of grief would be extended if she’d been the one who hadn’t made it back. 

Whatever. Whilst everyone wasted time stewing on Scar’s Oh-So-Brave sacrifice, playing it over in their heads, blaming themselves and mentally replaying time, Jinx contemplated her last glimpse of the vastayan. Sevika had got him preeeeetty good. Sure, that usually was a death sentence. But how long did it take to drive a blade through somebody or shoot them in the head? You didn’t waste time binding someone’s wrists if you were gonna kill them good ‘n quick. You didn’t! Sevika didn’t. You tied someone up to play the Long Game. Jinx had seen it done more times than she could count- she’d even partaken in a few of the ventures herself. So that had to mean Scar wasn’t dead, at least not yet��right? If he was dead his body would be left in the street. Sevika and her goons never tidied up their messes. 

Jinx wandered idly past the memorial wall’s latest cluster of visitors, lighting candles and painting. Sheesh, were they that used to their friends dying that they’d already given up hope? Had nobody else picked up on the signs out there? Pausing, Jinx scanned the group, noting Ekko near the heart of it. For a moment, she hesitated before turning on her heel and heading towards the tree. 

She could dart back out there to check if Scar’s body was left in the gutter. What if his body wasn’t there and her hunch was right? Priggs? There was nowhere else they could take him. Priggs still had its old boltholes. Maybe she could find a clue. Something useful to bring back to Ekko and all the others so they stopped being so…boring. Maybe Scar was going to be kept for some questioning. The Firelights had made more of a name for themselves, so it made sense for Sevika to be closing in. What if I find him? Jinx thought to herself whilst taking pains to fill her pockets with enough fresh supplies to see her through another ugly scuffle. Safety first! 

If Scar was in there, it was good news! Jinx to the rescue! It made perfect sense. The idea was exciting. Fun. WAY more fun than blubbering and drawing Scarface next to a sea of dead guys. It wasn’t hard to slip away, not when just about everybody’s mind was a million miles away. 

The first part of the plan was easy. The streets were much quieter in the wake of everything. No Scar-shaped bodies were left bleeding out into the cobbled streets. Finding Priggs was easy too. The place was massive, after all, and not entirely unknown territory. Slipping into Priggs and digging around, eavesdropping and keeping an eye open for any familiar faces was also easy. The challenge came once Jinx had prized herself into the air vents. It was harder to listen in from here; harder to get your bearings and moving took more time and effort. The good thing was, the vent system seemed to lead to just about every room. The bad news? Priggs was huge. 

It took a long time of crawling and listening at vents to get a real heading. The mention of ‘visitors’ had seemed promising, until Jinx followed it to a Chem Baron meeting. Then she followed the voices out, took some turns in an order that felt right and paused to write her last will and testament on the inside of one of the vent panels before continuing. The whole journey was beginning to feel like a game of hide and seek that she was hours into losing until one very familiar voice sounded near the closest hatch in the vent system. Sevika. 

“How’s the guest?”

“Quiet.” Sevika’s oafish voice grunted.

Jinx strained in an effort to prize more words out of the unintelligible muttering. Nothing. But ‘guest’? That felt important. And the guest was going to be in one of the rooms in the opposite direction to where Sevika was going now. Jinx pressed forwards. After what felt like years, one of the dim holding rooms revealed the sight she was looking for. Crumpled and much smaller than Jinx remembered him, there was the unmistakable shape of Scar in a funny position on the floor. Jinx bit back a victorious squeal of excitement. 

Gotcha!

For a long moment, Jinx simply watched, fascinated by the poor state of her friend and his confinement. He was definitely alive…which was the most anyone could really ask for right now. Laying on her stomach, Jinx propped her head onto one hand, pursing her lips down to the very miserable lump that she now called a friend. 

For a moment, she considered the need to be discreet. Sound carried, after all, and compromising this good of a find wasn’t an option. So, what then? Jinx began trailing a finger absently against the grating at the mouth of the vent into the room. It only made a small noise, but maybe to a person in an empty room it would be enough to steal their attention. Jinx waited. Nope! Nothing. Okay fine. Screw being quiet. She’d tell a joke. Scar looked like he could use a good joke. Before Jinx could settle on one, her nose itched from the disrupted dust and with a half-caught breath, a sneeze sounded from the vent.

Ah well. May as well rip the baid-aid off now. Cat’s outta the bag!

“I knew I’d find you.” Unbridled pride swam in Jinx’s words. As Scar turned, Jinx grimaced at the sight of his face. Wow. Was this the right guy?

“You found me.”

“Uh. Yeah!” Jinx drawled, as though it were an obvious conclusion to the latest events. “Didya miss your old pal Jinx?”

[gaypirate420]

Welcome him with open arms// Silco

Silco x trans!male!reader.

Y'all really thought you weren't going to have a fic about pirates right? Well no, you aren't safe of my obsession.

Warning: deadnaming, reader is called girlfriend, um, angsty a little bit, just tiny bitty.

Silco misses you.

Well, he misses his girlfriend, his first love.

That naive flower of the underground.

So innocent, small and defenceless.

You liked the sea since you were a kid.

When you grew older you aquire a ship of your own, and began to travel, you offered Silco many times to come with you, but he was devoted to Zaun.

One day you never returned.

Silco only knew you were gone.

People swear that they saw your ship on fire.

A brutal attack.

Years passed by, decades.

Vander was dead, Benzo as well.

Only Silco was left of what was once four revolutionary friends.

He was going to enter his office when he saw—

Silco used to hide with the fish, he thought of you when he saw them, he wonders, what magnificent creatures you found on your travels.

A pirate.

A sea man with a large blue and silver coat, admiring Zaun from the large window of his office.

"I didn't expected any visitors today" Silco tells Sevika.

"He said he knew you before anyone else did" Sevika said to her boss, the industrialist gesture the woman to get out, she nods and closed the door.

"And who you might be to enter my office like it's your own" Silco asked with curiosity.

"So you are alive" You said and finally faced him, damn, the years only make him prettier.

"But I am alive too, Silco, let's pray that Vander and Benzo don't want to participate in this game too" You smirked, Silco inspected you, up and down, shamelessly, to find a clue about your identity.

"My question hasn't been answered yet, and I am a man with cero tolerance for joke stars like you" He said meeting eyes with you, you took of your hat and made a bow.

"My name is ___, but you knew me with another one, mon amour" You said, Silco hummed, you started walking to the door, being inches away from him for a few miliseconds.

It finally clicked on his mind.

"d/n?—" Silco said with a whisper.

"Aye—" You answered, you opened the door.

"Wait—" He said and turned around to face you, his unmatched eyes looked at you.

"I know that you probably don't want to see me, that you think I lied to you or something, it's okay, I just wanted to see you, old friend" You said with melancholy and sadness.

"Stay, we need to talk" He said quickly, you closed the door and meet eyes with him once more.

"Sit down, I presume this might be a long talk" Silco said, you sat down on the velvet couch of the office.

"This a little awkward, I planned to have a dramatic exit, but okay" You joked, Silco smiled softly, you didn't see it.

"I don't even know where we should begin—" He admitted.

"What about Vander? I know that you killed him" You said, Silco served himself some whiskey, he didn't know where to go, if besides you on the couch or stay away as possible, when he turned around you were sat down legs spread with your arms on the wood that adorned the back of the couch.

"He betrayed me, he tried to drown me, he did this to me" He gestured to his face, you froze and took off a rum bottle out of your coat, Silco decided to stay on his desk.

"That's why I thought you were dead, my mates told me Vander killed you" You murmured then took a sip.

"Why you didn't return?" He asked, you sighed, that was quick, you took a deep breath.

"As you might see, I discovered things about myself" You gestured to all your body.

"You... always said how much you loved me, how you loved that I was a certain way, but Silco, that wasn't truly me...I was scared, I didn't have anyone else besides you and if you didn't accept me...I didn't know what I would do" You said, you took a deep breath, trying not to cry.

"And besides, I thought you were dead, I didn't wanted to came back if you weren't here" You looked at the floor, you heard steps getting closer.

"I missed you" He said, you looked at him.

"Oh Silco, I missed you too, so much" You answered softly.

"We have to update eachother, I have a lot to talk about" You said, Silco chuckled softly.

After hours of talking with the kingpin you looked outside and the night had come, you never talked about your relationship with him, it was a good talk between friends, he really doesn't have friends, it was refreshing to have you.

Silco was... confused, you weren't the same obviously, but neither was he, you looked way more happy than decades before, and more confident and witty.

"Oh look at the hour, I have to go—" You stood up from the couch.

"It's too late, stay—" said Silco suddenly, you turned around to face him.

"Stay here, it's not safe—" He repited.

"Oh Sil, I can take care of me" You said proudly.

"I know, but...I don't want to lose you again, please, humor me this one" Silco said lower and braking the eye contact.

"Fine, I'll stay" You said with a little smile.

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Silco showed you one of the guest's room and you stayed there to sleep.

On the morning Silco found you on the hall...without a shirt and wet hair, he could see the scars on your body, the shape, your chest.

"Like what ya see?" You teased, Silco's eyes returns to your face, you didn't commented about the red on his ears, you put on your shirt and vest.

"Have you eaten something?" Silco asked, you shaked your head.

"Hm, well, the kitchen is downstairs—"

"Ohhhhh! A pirate!" A small voice was heard from behind Silco, suddenly, a little girl with blue hair pops out from behind.

"Jinx, this is Captain ___" He said softly, you smiled at the way Silco's mannerisms changed.

"Woah" She said with wide eyes, you waved at her.

"Ello, lassie" You said, the little girl jumped with excitement, you looked at Silco but he just picked the girl up and walked to the kitchen and you followed them.

"Do you have a sword, a crew, a ship?" The little girl asked while she waited for her food.

"I do!" You answered, the little girl vibrated for happiness, you got closer to Silco.

"Where is she from?" You whispered to the drug lord.

"She was Vander's" He answered shortly.

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After two months of staying on the undercity you grew close to Silco.

He didn't want to admitted but he fell for you, again, you were handsome, at times he would get a little flustered when you showed up with new outfits or when he had to take care of some injury on your torso.

You were confident, a fighter and feral.

You changed, but Silco loves it, you were happier and that's all that matters to him.

"Hey, Sil" you said peaking from the door, Silco lowers down his injector.

"Oh what's that?" You asked entering his office.

"Medicine, shimmer to be exact on a lower dose" He said, you learned about his business the night you came back.

"Do you need help?—" You asked a little awkwardly.

"Indeed, please" He said softer, you got closer to him, you grabbed the golden artifact and put it on his dark eye.

"Will it hurt?" You said.

"Yes" He answered quickly, he was nervous, but he trusted you, you pull the injector and the needle his his eye.

"AHG—" Silco whined, you cleaned the shimmer residue out of his face.

"Are you okay?" You whispered, he nodded and took a deep breath, your hand kept stroking his scarred cheek, he didn't say anything, he just melted on your touch.

You meet eyes with him, your hand let's go and you sat on his desk.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Silco asked.

"Aye, I'm leaving tomorrow morning" You said, Silco looked at you.

"What? Why?" He asked with a more nervous and angrier tone.

"Because I'm a pirate—"

"Yes, I- I apologize" He fixed his manner and looked at you.

"You don't want me to leave" You asked with a smirk.

"...no" He looks away, you stood up and grabbed his chin.

"Why?" You asked, he lifted an eyebrow, what do you mean 'why'?.

"I can't lose you again—" He said softly, he looked sad and vulnerable.

"Silco, you aren't going to lose me" You assured, your hands cupping his cheeks.

"I'm coming back in a few months" You said softly and slowly stroking his cheeks

"You said that the last time and then you disappeared for decades" He didn't sound mad, neither cold like he usually does, he had that knot on his throat that made your hearth shrink.

You looked at him and lean closer to kiss him, Silco corresponded the kiss with passion.

"Silco—" You whispered.

"I love you, I can't be separated from you" He sounded desperate and you understand him.

"Come with me, love, I'm not going far" You said.

"Hm, I could find new routes for shimmer too" Silco looks at his notes on the desk then meets eyes with you again.

"Fine, tell Jinx to pack her things" Silco said.

"Oh but, listen, in my ship I make the rules, you might be the eye of Zaun and all that—"

"I would never disrespect your tittle and authority, Captain" He said and stand up, he got closer to you and his hands grabbed your waist.

"I love you, Silco" You said and rest your arms on his shoulders.

"Oh I have been waiting for this for too long" He admitted, you smiled.

"Me too, Sil, I missed you so much" You said, Silco leaves a kiss on your cheek.

He fully wraps his arms around you and buried his face on your neck and placed gentle kisses there.

"I love you, and I love who you are" He whispered, you looked at him and feel a couple of tears.

"You have become strong, admirable, I am proud of you" Silco said.

"I'm proud of you too" You said softly, Silco looks at you, he was taken back, but he smiled softly.

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A/N: Ayo???Gay pirate posting????? Anyway enjoy.

[purplefangirl42]

Who We Were Prologue

Series Summary: Silco has returned to take over Vander’s position as leader of the Undercity, only to find himself facing a new challenge. The woman that had once been devoted to him wants nothing to do with him. Can he convince her or have things changed too much in his absence?

Pairings: Post Act 1 Silco/OC (Olillia), Implied past Sevika/OC, Young Silco/OC

Parts: Series Masterlist || Next Chapter

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of death/violence

A torrential downpour assaulted the streets of the Undercity, forcing everyone that could to find shelter. Olillia collapsed in a chair just inside the door to The Last Drop, pushing her damp hair out of her eyes and letting out a ragged sigh.

Lil, Vi is getting herself into something she has no business being involved in. Could you please stay here and watch the bar? Make sure Powder and the boys stay out of trouble.

Vander’s request had seemed like a simple one: watch the bar and keep the kids safe. Her simple task had quickly gotten more difficult once Vi returned alone. There was nothing Lil could have done to stop the kids from rushing to Vander’s rescue. Vi and the boys had managed to sneak out, leaving Powder behind. The only reason Lil had discovered their absence was the sound of the young girl’s loud sobbing in the kids’ shared room below the bar.

Once some of the sobbing had died down, Lil had gone down to offer the girl some comfort, only to find the room empty. She had raced back up the stairs and screamed for Mai, the only other person in the building. Mai had agreed to watch the bar while she searched for Powder. Lil hadn’t thought Powder could have gotten very far in the short time she had been gone, but she had been mistaken. After nearly an hour of pacing through the streets calling for the young girl, the downpour had forced her back to the shelter of the bar.

Lil was at a loss as to what she should do. She didn't know what was going on with Vander or where he had disappeared to. When Vi had returned to the drop, she had said that someone had captured him and that Benzo and a few enforcers were dead. That wasn’t much information to go on, and she hadn’t offered any further details. Lil didn't think three 14-year-olds would be able to handle someone who could take out that many opponents so quickly on their own.

Mai appeared at her side with a glass of water and a towel, distracting Lil from her inner thoughts. She had a questioning expression on her face, but gave Lil a moment to get herself together. She accepted the towel and dried herself off before drinking half of the water in the glass. When she placed it back on the table, Lil sat staring at it for a few minutes, trying to get her thoughts in order and devise some kind of plan.

"Do you want me to get someone to help look for her?" Mai asked.

“Who?” Lil asked in response. "You saw how everyone acted before when Vander stood up for the kids. No one will come help look for one of them, especially since he's missing too. They will probably think that he took the kids and ran to get away from whatever mess they caused topside.”

“They’ve all grown up here,” Mai said reassuringly. “I’m sure all of them will be back soon. They managed to get away from a fair number of enforcers the other day. Surely, they can do better on their own turf."

“I wish I shared your optimism.”

Their conversation was cut short by someone crashing through the bar's front door. They both looked up to see Huck panting in the doorway.

“There was an explosion by the docks!” he yelled. “I saw a few of the kids heading that way earlier.”

“Why didn’t you come say something sooner?” Lil shouted, springing to her feet. “Have you seen Powder?”

Huck shook his head as he looked at the floor sheepishly, avoiding her gaze. Then, as quickly as he had entered, he was gone again.

“I need to go find them,” Lil said, quickly walking across the bar towards the storage room to grab her staff.

Mai raced after her, grabbing her hand to stop her.

“You’re going alone? Towards an explosion and the people that killed Benzo?”

“I’ll try and find Sevika. She’ll help me out.”

“How do you know she’s not with these people?”

Lil hesitated at Mai’s question. She had a point. When Sevika had left the bar earlier, she had been pretty upset with Vander’s decisions. She could have gone to someone that she knew would deal with the problem, even if that meant taking him out of the picture. Lil shuddered at the thought, even more bothered by the fact that she had considered joining her when she left.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing, Mai.”

"I'm not asking you to do nothing," Mai said. "Stay here. I'll see who I can round up, and we will stay here at The Drop until morning. By then, we'll have light, numbers, and the rain will likely have stopped."

“Whoever took Vander could be gone by then!” Lil shouted. “He could be dead and who knows what will happen to the kids? Even if they didn’t manage to find the people that took him, they’re still out there on their own and won’t have anyone when they eventually return. We need to act quickly!”

Mai pursed her lips in a frown and simply stared at her. After a few moments, she shook her head and sighed.

“Fine. Give me one hour,” she said. “Then we’ll go.”

“You can have half of that,” Lil said. “Then I’m going. With or without you.” 

Half an hour later, Mai returned with six people. They had followed Vander from the beginning and planned to see things through to the end. Lil couldn't argue that that was an admirable way of thinking. She made a point to leave out the fact that she wasn't doing this for Vander. Over the past few years, they had mended some bridges between them, but some things couldn't be undone. People that couldn't be brought back. But, if she could help save his kids from suffering the fate of so many in the Undercity, she would try her best. He was their best shot. If the chance to help him was available, she would take it, but the kids were her priority.

The small group gathered together carrying various weapons: knives, clubs, a gun or two, or for some, just their fists. Lil had grabbed her extendable staff from the storage room and attached a knife to her belt. Feeling like she was prepared, she turned to face the group.

"I know you all believe in Vander and the things he's done for the Lanes. I don't know what kind of situation we are walking into here. He may already be gone, or he may be still at the mercy of his captors. But we still have to try and see what we can do. These people took him. They killed Benzo. If we can stop them, we have to take our shot. Before anyone else gets hurt.”

As she finished speaking, Lil heard a slow clap from someone in the room. She furrowed her brow in confusion and looked to Mai for answers but was only greeted with a shocked expression. Turning towards the source of the sound, it wasn’t long before her own face morphed into a similar expression of surprise. 

“That was an excellent speech, Lil,” a voice she thought she would never hear again said from the doorway of the bar.

“Silco?” 

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[retronamic]

Arcane Women (Oddly Specific) Hobbies

Г Vi |

- If I said boxing or any vigorous activity would be tooo damn obvious. Sooooo I slept on it, and vi definitely collected and trained bugs (yes i said trained)

- I mean look at her and tell me she wasn't the type of kid to have some random bug on them

- Ik it sounds gross asf but hear me out.

-In Zaun there isn't much to do to pass the time that won't result in you running for your lives. Soooo the kids of the Undercity held underground ✨bug fights✨ (kinda like dog fights but for bugs)

- Here you brought your best bug didn't matter the species and you made them battle till someone was eaten or turned over

- Vi was the undefeated champion since she snagged herself a stag beatle, who she named Caesar.

- Caesar was a big boi soo was no surprise he became the undefeated champion of the bug fights

- She loved tf outta that bug. So much so that when Caesar sadly passed away, Vi was devastated. They held a funeral procession at the back of the Last drop. Everyone gave a eulogy and paid their respects (No one really cared bout the damn bug they just wanted to make Vi happy)

- It took Vi 3 months to recover. During those 3 months Vander had to help her do the basic tasks of life like eating and showering

- She thinks of him every now and then when she goes collecting. She collects for fun. She finds them, admires them, tries to guess the bug and takes a pic or two. No more bug fights for her, plus it wouldn't feel the sameeeee

Г Sevika |

- Miss Sevika can sewwwww (I prolly saw this from some other creators blog posts yet sadly I can’t remember who they were s but yea she definitely sews)

- Embroider, patch up or make a whole as dress, she can do it allll

- I see her developing this skill as a means of survival. In Zaun, clothes ain't cheap. Sooo it's best to keep the ones you have now for as longggg as you can

- Later on in life, when she began working for Silco, she suddenly could afford more clothes than she needed

- Being one to be stuck in her ways, she still prefers to repair or make her own clothes cuz, one it helps her relax and 2. her body portions like her arms and thighs makes it hard to find clothes that fit her well and still her enough mobility to fight 

- If yall have been together for a while then she would make you a scarf or two and that's onlyyyy if yall have been together for long. She’s not going to wasting her yarn on a one night stand. 

- Those stitches are made with loveeeee ok and you better wear them even if the designs are ugly asf (since sev is more the dress maker rather that the stylists) 

Г Grayson |

- Lovesssssssssssss wood work

- I can see her as the type to make bird houses or build her kids a whole ass tree house from scratch

- All her cupboards, dressers and even the bed frame are hand made by yours truly

- She doesn't do it much as she is the sheriff and duty calls. But sometimes, you catch her wilding a piece of wood to make a cute little animal sculpture

- When she proposed to you, she presented the ring in a hand crafted wooden box (you only noticed that after cuz the diamond on that ring was blinding) 

- THAT SHIT WAS SOOOO CUTEEEE THOOOO 

Г Mel |

- Ik she's the residential arts and crafts bish of the show (she had them 64 Crayola crayons on stand by) but have you seen her family, cause I have (Hiiii miss mel’s mom~)

- Girlie can fighttttttttt. She’s definitely trained in hand to hand and long distance combat. Perks of having a warlording family yk?

- But Mel being the girl boss she is, I feel she would take it a step further and do something like capoeira

- Capoeira is a martial art-infused dance thought to have originated in 16th-century Brazil, which draws attention for having an acrobatic, athletic style. 

- To me that screams Mel, it’s elegant yet deadly (and smth her mother probably hates soooo all the better fit for her)

- You would sometimes watch from a distance and admire how she delivered powerful blows yet graceful blows to the sand bag, all without breaking a sweat

Г Caitlyn |

- Runs a tumblr blog. That’s it. 

- Most specifically a Lana Del Rey tumblr blog (pppfffffttttttt ahhahahhahaa)

- Daily Lana quotes, gifs, and she even used Lana song lyrics as words of daily affirmations (the projection is really shining through with her)

- She mainly did it in her past time as a way to interact and talk with people who shared her love of the goddess Lana herself

- On a date, she accidently slipped up and mentioned it to you and you beggggeeeddd her to show you. Ofc she said “Absolutely not.” She was not bout to relive her tween cringe years, she rather get run over by a freight train than show anyone her blog

- After an hour of begging, she caved and you saw it

- Make fun of her alllll you want, but she had a color palette. The pics were on point, man every post correlated with the main page’s theme

- DON'T PLAY WITH HER INTERIOR DESIGN SKILLS

[reticent-writer]

Silco x reader

Not requested

Takes place in episodes 5 and 6

Corilates with taking powder in

Vi and sevika had a fight.

sevika cane into the office all beat up when she told you and Silco. You were shocked.

Shocked to hear Vi was alive, to hear she was with an enforcer, and to see sevika beaten up so bad.

You wanted to she her again and apologize for what happened that night but thinking of jinx's reaction to it is not good considering.

You were always soft with kids so even if you were with Silco, Vander's kids were always welcomed around you while Silco kept a distance. You hated thinking about how Mylo and claggor died, but at that time you had your own healing to keep your mind busy.

Both of your legs from the knee down had been replaced with simmer powered metal prosthetics.

"Y/n" Silco pulled you out of your thoughts. "What's wrong." It didn't sound much like a question more like a statement.

"Vi is alive." It was the only thing you could say without going into to much detail.

"Knowing you this must make you happy." He got up from his chair and walked over to you putting his hand on your cheek rubbing you face with his done. "But this causes big problems for me. I want you to stay out of this." You wanted to say something but he left knowing you where stubborn and where going to go against him anyway and went off to have a word with Marcus.

While he was gone you went out looking for Vi in all the places you thought she could be.

You heard a lot of noises that sounded like fighting so you followed it.by the time you got there the fighting had stopped and you say jinx breathing heavily slumpted on the ground with her machine gun tossed away from her.

"Jinx are you alright, what's wrong?" You cautiously kneeled down to her and touched her shoulder. She jumped into your arms crying.

"She's alive. Did you know." She mumbled while you wrapped your arms around her patting her head gently.

"No I didn't, just found out today." You had no idea of what else to say. "Did you see her."

She mumbled a yeah. "She told me she never wanted to leave me... I was starting to believe her when- when that enforcer came then the firelights then she was gone." She held you so tight it started to hurt. You could tell she was starting to lose it from how fast she started to talk.

"They took her huh?" You felt her nod. You knew ekko was in the firelights so after getting powder back on her feet you went to see him.

*time skip*

You had a hood on with the shadow covering your face so you would be seen by Silco's people.

When you met up with ekko he immediately recognized you from all the time you had gone to see him.

"Can you believe Vi is really alive." He asked you as he lead you to a darkish room where Vi was. She was sitting with her back turned to you talking to who you assumed was the enforcer.

"Hello Vi." She turned around at the call of her name and was stunned. She got up and walked to you.

At first you thought she was at least a little happy to see you but instead she punched you. My god her punches hurt.

She was always full of surprises.

You stumbled back a bit about to question her she she hugged you. "I missed you ya know." You chuckled not being able to hug back cause she was hugging your arms.

"So have I." You said with a smile resting your head on her chin.

"So much."

[k1nky-fool]

Devil of the Crossroads

Part 1/?

Masterlist

Silco x OC

M/F

Rating: Teen (for this chapter).

Warnings: somewhat beta-read, but not very edited.

AN: first chapter out tonight as a birthday present for my friend @offendermansflowergirl

I hope you enjoy, friend!

Usually when there was some change, Silco was one of the first to notice. His carefulness didn't allow him to miss even the smallest details. There was always something suspicious and it was always noticed by Silco.

And yet for some reason, the new woman bartending The Last Drop went under his radar for quite some time. When Silco finally did notice her, he realized he had been walking past her for more than a month.

Sevika had been the one to hire her. She hadn't said much about the new bartender except that she was a good fit. When he asked her to find someone to do the job, Sevika had asked him if he were looking for an asset or just a body to fill the spot.

His answer at the time was "An asset wouldn't hurt."

Sevika had just nodded, saying she knew a girl.

And this was her girl? The woman was roughly around Sevika's age, perhaps a little older. She had a charm to her face; a simple appearance that made her look soft, but something clever hid in her eyes.

Of course, the fact that she faded into the background so easily had to be part of the reason Sevika thought her valuable. But there had to be more to her than just that. Bartending here would require her to be vigilant and harsh. Silco wasn't foolish enough to think the people that came through here would be kind to someone like her. Such a small woman with such a soft face couldn't possibly have the endurance for this.

Silco himself had just been speaking to the most difficult people he'd ever met. It was a hassle, trying to get people to invest in an image like the Nation of Zaun by itself, and the only language he knew they would understand was profit. Unfortunately, as easy as some had been to win over, there were those that required more persuasion, and he didn't currently have the resources to make a big demonstration of dominance in the undercity.

Everyone else had gone home, and she was closing up by herself. Sevika was long gone; Jinx was in bed.

What was this woman's name again? Something short and familiar. Poppy? That's not it. Perry? No.

"Can I help you with something, Mr. Silco?" She asked kindly, her voice bounced with a twang; an accent he recognized from the outskirts of the undercity by the old mineshafts. She finished wiping tables and now went to the bar itself.

"Sevika hired you, yes?"

"That she did, sir. Near about two months ago." She nodded gleefully. "Figured you didn't care much, since you've been walking past me for about that time."

She noticed. "My apologies. You have a talent for remaining inconspicuous." He said, sitting down at the bar as she wiped it down. "Have you often been closing up shop by yourself?"

"Only when I want to. But today it's because Sevi got riled up by some brainy little bug at the card table." She recalled.

Sevi? Sevika?

"Sevika is your friend I take it?"

"Well, as friendly as Sevi gets." She shrugged. "I just kept pestering her when we were kids. Guess I stuck with her, 'cause I was the first person she bothered for the job."

"You grew up on the outskirts, yes?" Silco asked.

She smiled, throwing out an empty bottle. "You know, you can just say I talk like a mineshaft baby."

"I didn't want to imply any offense." He defended, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

"None taken. I could try to talk fancy, but I like the nonsense I talk. Makes folks think I'm sweet." She grinned, giving a wink.

"And are you?"

"I'm as sweet as whatever creature crawls up on my bar. But creatures best not come up with a sour attitude, else they find that I don't mix sweet with sour." Her voice was so disarming that Silco almost didn't realize she was speaking of threatening whoever had the audacity to mistreat her.

He gave a soft smile, realizing little by little how well she settled into such a demanding job. "Then what do you mix with a sour attitude?"

She laughed leaning against the counter. "Depends on how sour they taste. Sour enough, and they're lucky if I don't mix bitter cyanide in their drink."

He found himself giving a light laugh with her insinuation. She spoke of poison, yet she was so disarming it hardly occurred to him.

"And what do you taste of our interaction tonight?" Silco asked, leaning on his elbows.

She placed her hands on her own side of the counter, resting her weight on her palms, and brought her face only a few inches from his. Silco was able to see every freckle across pale skin, along with curly, dirty blonde hair falling across her forehead and falling out if the tie she had most of it in.

But it also meant sharp green eyes could get a shameless observation of his expression. Her eyes darted from his clear eye to the infected one. She tilted her head to the side as her eyes followed the scar on the left side of his face before lingering for a moment on his lips.

Silco felt far too exposed quite suddenly; whether it was a testament to her control, or to his fear of losing that control, he didn't quite know. Either way, it was a jarring way to realize just how much of his guard he had let down. His realization must have shown in some way, despite his attempt to look confident.

Eventually, her observation came to an end. "I think you're salty."

That caught him more off guard than he expected. "Salty?"

She nodded, taking a step back to continue her work. "Mmm-hmm, I think someone is bugging you, or something hopped on your nerves, and it's making you salty." She explained. "But I figure you're crawling up my bar looking to taste something sweet, so I'll let you take your pick."

"And what sweet taste do you think I'm chasing?" He hadn't moved from his position, only for her to take hers again, vaguely a little farther than before.

"I, myself, am a beer kinda gal, but I reckon you're a whiskey man." She smirked, sparking some kind of feeling in his chest. "Why? You got something else in mind, Mr. Silco?"

When he gave a slight scoff and a hidden smile with her teasing, she grabbed the expensive bottle from under the counter, and a few ice cubes for his drink. "You can just call me, Silco."

She poured them both a glass, and slid one over to him. "Then it's Pepper to you, Silco."

The name suited her well. Something familiar, and vaguely intimate; comfortable, and yet there was a spice that had the capacity to overwhelm if one was not accustomed to her. Still, it left his main question unanswered: why did Sevika choose her?

"Something on your mind, or do you always look that anxious?" She asked despite the fact that she knew he didn't.

"Sevika doesn't trust easily. So why did she go to you?"

"You're asking what makes me so special." She stated his words as he meant them, but there was no offense in her voice. "Well, I got my guesses, but Sevi ain't exactly the talkative type."

"Whatever she was looking for, she found in you." He speculated.

Pepper sipped at her whiskey with a long sigh. "Silco, I've known Sevi a long time. We've had ups and downs, but last time we spoke, we most certainly left off on a down. I'd be lying if I said I knew the riddle in her head."

"And your best guess?" He asked, carefully.

A beat of silence went by as she tried hard to recall the past. "I think maybe she's still scared of me." Pepper shrugged, downing the rest of her drink in one go, and pushing off the counter to leave.

She was gone long before he had a chance to figure out what that meant. It was far too disturbing to think that Sevika was actually scared of her, but it only took a moment for him to consider the possibility that she was hiding something malicious.

Pepper had never spoken to Silco, and yet she knew exactly which whiskey bottle to grab, and how he liked it.

"Dad?"

The little voice startled him a bit, and he found just who had called him. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

Jinx's little head peeked out from the doorframe, and Silco noted the stains down her face. "I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk?" He asked. Jinx thought for a moment before she shook her head.

Silco nodded, knowing exactly what this was. Nightmares were a common plague they both suffered, and if returning to sleep was too terrifying, then all he had to offer was at least the comfort of a distraction.

Silco began heading over to Sevika's usual table and procured one of the decks of cards that she kept there. Jinx smiled as he held it up for her to see.

"What game shall we play tonight?" He asked as he walked with her up the stairs to his office.

"I'm gonna to kick your ass if we play Monster Fishing."

"Confident, are we?" He chuckled as Jinx stuck her tongue out in taunting. "Ah, well I suppose we'll just have to wait and see who comes out victorious."

He set the cards out to play the game on the couch in his office and handed Jinx a hand of cards. "Was that Pepper you were talking to?"

It didn't surprise him that she knew his bartender. In fact Jinx had probably introduced herself with a little chaos the day Pepper was hired. "It was. I've been busy and I didn't get the chance to talk to her yet."

"Is it true Sevika is scared of her?" Jinx asked, picking up another card and finding a match. The game was essentially just a memory exercise, but Jinx proved to have a talent for finding patterns where he didn't.

"Young lady, were you eavesdropping?" Silco poked at her, getting her to laugh.

"No!" Even Jinx didn't expect to fool him with that.

"If Sevika is scared of Pepper, I don't think it's because she's stronger." He told her honestly, losing another card to his poor memory of the board of cards. "But after talking to her I think it's best to just ask Sevika myself."

"Good, then I'll ask Pepper." She nodded her head like they were in agreement. He found it endearing enough not to tell her otherwise. It was better Jinx ask her than him, as he was still reeling from their first encounter.

"That sounds like a good plan." He agreed.

"I caught the monster!" Jinx showed her hand and took the last of the cards except the few that he hadn't paired.

"Are you cheating?" Silco asked playfully.

Jinx shook her head and began shuffling all the cards again for another round. "No you just suck."

He and Jinx managed to stay up playing card games until sunrise and he didn't see Sevika until the next morning as she explained everyone that approached her to talk business the night before. Nobody of note, but he couldn't help but notice she left out someone.

"And what of the girl that took a bite out of your paycheck at the card table?" He asked.

Sevika chuckled. "So you talked to Pep, huh?"

The two of them spoke like they were good friends, but he couldn't help but remember what Pepper had said about where they left off. "Why her?"

"She must have taken it easy on you, if you have to ask." Silco's unamused glare clued her in. "Pep's got a habit she's had since we were kids. Couldn't hide shit from her and fuck if she actually managed to forget something. You could drop her in a warzone and she wouldn't miss a thing."

"She goes unnoticed as well." He noted.

"She's quiet when she wants to be." Sevika agreed. "She's also a charmer; she takes apart your guard like diffusing a bomb, and gets you to spill your guts to her. But if there's any information you're looking for, Pep has it. It's been a pain in my ass for twenty-five years, might as well introduce you to the thorn."

Pepper had to have noticed something she hadn't told him. She had rightfully deduced that he was salty because of how his day had gone. And she definitely got a long look at him. What else had she found but kept a secret? And better yet, how could Sevika be scared of her?

"I will speak to Pepper later. For now, we need to focus on the opioid gangs. We require Finn's distribution network, and he doesn't appear to be wavering."

"Then we make him waver." Sevika filled in.

"His supply chain is weak." He agreed, handing her a map of a few places of note. "Take a few people with you, and don't be seen for this one. We want him to suspect anyone from his rivals to his allies."

Sevika nodded, taking the map and heading out, but he heard her stop at the top of the staircase. A soft voice attempted to plead with her, but she must have stomped past. Only a brief moment later there was a soft knock on his door.

"Enter." He called.

The door opened gently where Pepper stood on the other side, holding a sleeping Jinx in her arms. "I think this is yours." She offered in a soft voice. "She fell asleep in one of the booths. I was about to open up, and I didn't want someone to stumble on her."

Silco immediately got up to help her out, but Pepper was a step ahead of him, carefully setting the unconscious girl down on the couch.

"Thank you." He said carefully, hoping to ease the awkwardness he felt with Pepper, seeing him carry his newly adopted child in her arms.

"I got a girl at home about her age, so it's no problem for me." Pepper shrugged nonchalantly, like she fully expected to be occasionally taking care of his kid.

But she was the only one that might understand his situation. "I fear I may be far too unprepared for her."

Pepper laughed quietly. "If that ain't the statement of the year. Daughters are a nightmare we chose to live, and love every second of."

That was accurate enough. Jinx herself was a nightmare that he never wanted to wake up from; if they were both tortured, then neither of them would face it alone. He had to admit it was strange to suddenly have this child in his life taking up so much space.

"I suppose the fundamentals are the same, but I'm not exactly experienced in what it takes to raise a daughter. Especially not one that can survive here."

Pepper nodded, going over to his desk and taking the spare blanket from one of his drawers to warm Jinx up a bit.

"Are you often in my office while I'm away?" He asked.

"I come up to gather dishes to clean and to restock a few of your liquor bottles." She answered easily, placing the blanket over Jinx and carefully brushing some of the girl's hair out of her face.

She wasn't prompted, but he was thankful she continued. "You don't drink super heavily, so I can usually tell when you've had a rough day by the empty glass on your desk, but last night it was obvious that Renni left with a chip on her shoulder."

It seems Sevika was not lying about Pepper's observation skills. As frightening as the idea of her knowing him so well without speaking to him was, Silco wanted to know the extent of her skills. "Is that all?"

Pepper shot him a cautious look. "In my experience, folks don't like to hear how much I know about them."

"Your skill is useful. I'd like to know how it can be applied." He answered.

Pepper stood, carefully watching his face again, this time she watched as if to answer a question. She was close enough that Silco could smell her perfume; it was sweet like some kind of flower.

Whatever question Pepper had must have been answered, and she conceded to his order. "You don't like to cook even though you are very particular about how your food is seasoned. You tend to over-spice everything, likely because the nerve damage in your face includes your tongue. But I can tell the medication for your injury is working because you ain't going through spices near as fast this month. And that's just what I know from cleaning dishes."

It already scared him with how much she knew, but he couldn't stop himself from asking for more. "And what of information you've gathered from elsewhere?"

"I know you don't sleep often, and when you can't sleep, you go for walks through the Lanes. From what I've gathered from the patrons, you walk around where Benzo's used to be and always end up at Vander's memorial before you head back home." He was too scared to tell her to stop, despite how much it shook him that she knew all of this.

"I also know that when you do sleep, you have nightmares. And when Jinx has them too, she walks over to your room and you two stay up together while she talks about her gadgets or you two play cards." Pepper said. "And I know it happened last night because Sevi told Chuck that one of her decks was missing, and Jinx was so tired that she fell asleep in a booth downstairs." Silco stared down at her, trying to figure out what this meant.

If he didn't have her loyalty, she could have his head. Every detail was exposed to her, and it was threatening.

Pepper, as always, noticed his inner contention. "Like I said. Folks don't like being so visible."

"Woah." Both of them looked to the couch to find Jinx had woken up.

"Welcome back." Pepper chuckled at the spot on the girl's cheek from it resting on the couch for so long.

"Can you do me next?" Jinx asked with amazement.

Pepper smiled bright and took a seat next to Jinx, looking at her face with a softer kind of observation. Silco wasn't an idiot. If Pepper could figure out the state of his infection, she definitely knew exactly how Jinx came into his care. But the way she looked over the girl's excited eyes.

"Well, I know you're wicked smart with a knack for messing with folks' heads and sneaking around. I know your favorite drink is orange juice, but your favorite fruit's a strawberry; all that 'cause that's what keeps going missing from my bar and I've never caught you red handed. By the way, all you gotta do is ask. I'm probably not gonna say no to giving you a cup of juice or a strawberry."

"But I'm good at sneaking!" Jinx whined.

"Alright, fair enough, but only two per night. I don't like telling folks that I can't make drinks 'cause a little Jinx keeps snaking my juice." Pepper negotiated, earning a laugh from her as she agreed to the terms.

It was so strangely domestic the way the two of them interacted. Silco supposed it only made sense. If she could manage to disarm him so easily, it would be literal child's play to get along with Jinx. He wanted to believe it was some play for power, but there was nothing about Pepper that ever made him think she was looking to hold power over him.

"Alright, big girl, I gotta go open up downstairs." Pepper conceded, ruffling Jinx's hair and brushing past Silco with a honeyed smile.

"I'm gonna go bother Chuck." Jinxed hopped off the couch and ran back down the stairs. She never ran that fast unless she was planning some mischief, and he really hoped Chuck would survive it.

It had been a long time since he'd had a day this uneventful. It was quiet, and if there was anything Silco had learned, it was that silence was suspicious. This silence was no different.

When he finally made his way to the main floor, Pepper was closing up once again and Chuck was on his way out. It wasn't hard to notice the massive splotches of pink and blue paint all over his clothes, and at the moment, Silco was just glad Jinx had opted for paint instead of smoke bombs.

"Silco! You down here for another drink?" Pepper asked.

"Not tonight." He said, looking around the empty bar and trying to figure out what felt off. He spotted it as soon as his eye landed on the table. "Did Sevika ever come back?"

Pepper looked up at him, disquieted. "No. Was she supposed to?" The anxiety in her voice was one he hadn't expected to hear from her, but it was rightfully present.

The assignment should have had her back by sundown at the latest. It would have been more dangerous to hit the warehouses at night as Sevika had found weeks ago, his security was tightest after sundown.

"Silco." Pepper's voice warned. "Where is she?"

He didn't have an answer.