#sevika would still have a prosthetic

[lesbonym]

★ Hey guys. If you are writing modern au fics or fics like that about characters with prosthetics and disabilities, can yall stop taking those away?? Please and thank you.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Taunting

|| Sevika x fem!reader

|| Warnings; rough smut, praise kink, size kink, brat & brat tamer dynamic, swearing, fingering, choking, use of 'pet' nickname, reader receiving, slapping, hair pulling, orgasm

|| Summary; when Sevika gets home, she reminds reader who's in charge.

Requests closed!

Started; November 12th

Finished; November 12th

Anon Request; brat tamer Sevika

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When your girlfriend got home, it didn't take her long to have you on the bed. You easily complied, because your defiance would come later. And she knew that just as much as you did, so Sevika took the opportunity to tease you. A wolfish grin formed on her lips as she looked down at you. You who was between her legs as she hovered over your hips, her thighs squeezing against you to keep you put. Sevika knew you were a squirmer, so she kept you still.

"What? Not gonna run, pet?" The words fell from her lips like a spit. As if Sevika were taunting you. Taunting you into being a brat for her to tame. You grinned up at her, an almost sheepish smile. You made your first act of defiance. Escaping her thighs. Your legs moved so fast, it caught Sevika off guard for a moment. You scrambled away, only making it to the edge of the bed before her strong arms wrapped around your waist. Pulling you flush against her," no, you don't." She muttered, placing you back in the spot you'd been before. Only this time she sat right on your hips. Letting all of her weight hold your much smaller frame under her. While her hands pinned yours to the bed.

Sevika's hands were so much bigger than yours, that her palm could practically fit around your entire hand. Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked at her hand against yours. God, you just wanted Sevika's finger already. But you had to play with her a little more. Wanting her to just dominate you.

You tried to squirm and Sevika simply laughed, keeping you under her with ease as she leaned down. Her lips brushing against your ear," I got you. You're not strong enough to fight me," She murmured. The feeling of her breath sending vibrations through you. A small whimper left your lips when you nodded. Showing her that you would submit, but only long enough for her to let go of you and loosen herself up a bit. The moment Sevika did, you took advantage and got behind her. Shoving her down onto the bed with as much force as you could; little did you know she let you. Finding the whole thing incredibly amusing. She laughed. Adjusting herself under you so her back was to the bed. Her hands rested on your hips. Holding you in place again, only this time on top of her.

"Now what're you gonna do?" Sevika said with a grunt. Your hands came up to her throat and she looked a little surprised when you applied pressure.

"Taking back control," You smirked and she laughed. A full shoulder shaking laugh. Her hand wrapped around your wrist, easily getting you off her neck. Biting the inside of your palm in a way that made you whimper.

"That's cute, you think you can control me?" The words practically came out as a purr when she spoke and you shrugged. Grinning from ear to ear. "C'mere." She muttered, yanking you till you were flush against her again. A gasp left your lips when she pulled you. And your defiance melted when her lips latched onto yours. A kiss so searing you were sure your lips would be swollen. If not bruised. As Sevika kissed you, her prosthetic hand came down and slapped your ass. Making your whole body flinch and shudder. Your whimper being swallowed by her. Sevika broke the kiss before you could get your tongue in, biting your lip. Her eyes looked into yours. "You gonna be a good girl? Or do I have to slap you again?"

"I dunn-" It barely left your lips before she slapped your ass again. You whined and gripped her clothes until your knuckles turned white.

"What was that?" She muttered, you nodded. Trying to tell her that you'd listen this time. Only Sevika's hand gripped your chin, bringing you impossibly closer," words, pet."

"Y-yes-" You fumbled and she smirked. Seemingly satisfied enough with your response. She tossed you back down on the bed. Hands working to get all your clothes off. It didn't take her long, she practically ripped through them, murmuring some promise about getting you new clothes later. You just melted under her, letting her take full control. Besides, even you couldn't take the teasing anymore. Your pussy may as well have been dripping. And you could still feel the stings and tingles on your ass from where Sevika's hand met. You were sure there would be marks.

"P-please..." You begged, wanting to feel her fingers inside you. Your insides clenching around nothing. You gave her the most desperate look you could muster. Sevika smirked, more than enjoying the sight of you. Begging and pleading for her..

"Now you remember your manners, huh?" Sevika muttered, laying herself down on you. Her lips brushed your cheek this time when she whispered," I think I'll leave you to squirm a little longer. You know, punishment for earlier." You could feel her smirk against your skin. You couldn't help but whine in protest, reaching out to grab her clothes again and pull her against you. Kissing her in a desperate attempt to convince her. Convince her to let you have your way. Have her fingers. She let you kiss her, starting to give in to what you wanted. After all, Sevika wanted it too.

You kissed her and her fingers suddenly thrusted into you. Starting right off the bat with two fingers that she slipped into your wet folds. With surprising ease. She started slow, but that didn't last long. The moment Sevika hooked her fingers to reach your g spot, she pumped relentlessly. Never giving you a moment. This was part of your punishment for your earlier behaviour. She broke the kiss, hand coming down to grip your throat with her prosthetic. The cold metal sending shivers down your spine. Letting out series of moans that synced with her pumps. Every time Sevika hit your g spot, your moans got louder. More breathy. More whimpers.

"God, god- fuck-" You grunted, desperate pleas leaving your lips. Needing more. Which was exactly what she gave you. Sevika watched the way your body moved, how she practically had you bouncing from how hard her fingers went into you. The way your mouth was fixed open.. unable to anything but beg and plea for more through your moans. Sevika fucking loved it. Every single minute.

"Such a good pet, aren't you?" Sevika praised, her hand moving from your throat to your hair. Brushing it aside before she gripped it tight. Careful not to get it caught between the gears of her prosthetic. Your mouth hung open while you nodded. Desperate to please her. A total contrast from your earlier behaviour. In no time at all, you were cumming against her fingers. A scream leaving your mouth as the sensation flooded your body.

"Sevika-!" You screamed her name and her expression couldn't have been any more satisfied. Sevika's fingers slid out of you when you finished, panting for breath. Your eyes locked onto hers. She brought you into a gentle kiss, cold prosthetic fingers brushing your neck softly. Over the marks she had left there earlier.

"You did so good for me," Sevika muttered and you nodded. Completely spent. God, she really knew how to tire you out.

[gravegoer]

OMG sevika x reader who fills in for silco after he dies?? 🤍 but sevika is oddly shocked at her kindness—

Sevika's boss ꩜

i absolutely love this idea ! sevika pledging her loyalty to you whilst you pledge yours to her !! so this is how you met + how you treat her on the job.. and off (i fear silco didnt provide a safe work environment)

visit my masterlist HERE , part 2

Zaun needed a new leader, and you just so happened to be the second in line to the throne.

You had the option to throw Sevika out if you really wanted a different right hand man. But in your opinion, if she worked for SIlco; she would work for you.

You'd never met her before, only heard the things that Zaunites whispered about her on the street

" She took on three men at the last drop yesterday. I think Silco put her up to it. "

" The way she looked at me made me think I was going to meet my end. "

Silco was no gentle ruler, he was strong and fierce. You could only imagine how he treated his goons, and and only Gods know how he treated Sevika.

You sat in his office chair, displeased with the scattered papers on his desk and the old whiskey in a glass that now smelled rank.

You had called her in to have a chat, so that you knew who you were really working with. Not knowing what to expect; you watched as the door creaked open and you nervously drew in a quick breath.

In walked a tall woman, definitely over 6', obviously muscular with one prosthetic arm. Your eyes traveled up to her face, and now you knew why everyone talked about her gaze. It was steely and almost frightening. She looked you up and down with something in her eyes that you couldn't place. Her skin was littered with scars, the biggest one was smack dab across her cheek. How intimidating.

You spoke to her, firmly but gently, "As you know, I'm taking over for Silco until things can be.. sorted out-"

She cut you off with a brisk, "Get to the point."

You eyed her full lips as she said this, the gap between her teeth was more prominent when she spoke. Not to mention her husky voice, she sounded tired but with still a hint of determination.

"I'm not demoting you or anything, just so you know," you spoke while raising an eyebrow at her, "I just wanted to get to know you before I start ordering you around, y'know?"

She narrowed her eyes at this statement. Its obvious she expected you to immediately ask her to do things for you the way she did for her former boss. Always running around the city cleaning up his mess, fighting his battles. But no. You weren't Silco. There was something different in the air around you.

Now that you've officially met its time to put this girl to work !!

She was almost always available. This concerned you. If you asked for her presence she would be there within minutes. It was like she was waiting for you at the door 24/7.

This made you bring up off days to her, "You know, if you ever need time off or anything don't hesitate to ask me. I don't bite"

She was confused at your willingness to let her do nothing but sit around while you did the work. And even after you said this she never asked to be called off.

"Okay, you know what. If you're injured after a mission don't even think. About trying to leave your house," You called her in to run some errands but what she didn't tell you is that she got stabbed roughly in her side the night before.

This made her angry, did you think she was weak? You're making her take a break because she didn't do her job good enough for you? Trying to cut her pay by putting her out of work?

But no, surprisingly in the next few days you sent her out again, and when she came back you slid a hefty bag of coins her way. She questioned your ways but she wasn't complaining.

You tried never ask absurd or unnecessary things of her. If you needed to talk with someone in the city you would go down and do it yourself. She caught you out one day, talking to a shop owner about prices.

"Why the hell are you out without me."

You turned around to meet her eyes (also having to crain your neck to look up at her.) "Well, I don't need a body guard to walk around you know that right?" You said, tilting your head to the side.

She drug her hand over her face at this, "You could have asked me to do it for you, I'm free. Plus don't you know anyone could be trying to get at you? Are you an idiot?"

"I can handle myself Sevika. But if you're soo worried about me ill let you come next time," You teased before turning around to speak to the owner again.

She grumbled to herself before taking a seat in one of the old chairs behind you and crossing her arms. If you didn't know any better you would think a small embarrassed blush kissed her cheeks.

When you walked around in the streets with you she always walked behind you, looming over your shoulder. Sometimes you thought she would start barking if anyone came up to you. You slowed down a bit to match her pace before latching onto her arm.

Her body tensed at your touched and she looked down at you, though you didn't meet her gaze as you continued looking forward. The neon lights illuminating the angles of your face. She shook her head at your willingness to touch her, but didn't comment on it.

You felt the flex of her bicep when she tensed up at your fingers. Her arm was hot under your touch and you could feel the scars that littered her skin.

This became routine, when Sevika walked you home late at night she would get comfortable enough to drape her arm around your shoulder, her poncho sheltering you from the cold.

And yes, she started walking you home at night because she stayed in your office to keep you company whilst you did paperwork into the late hours. Saying, "Its the least I could do since you don't let me do it for you."

Lighting a cigarillo she sat on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table. The smoke wafted from her position to your nose, the smell oddly comforting.

When you groaned and dropped your head into your hands it was her queue to get up and pull your chair out from your desk.

"Its too late, you should get home."

Sometimes you'd fall asleep in at your desk, but this was no problem. Sevika would pick you up, gently as to not disturb you and carry you to your home. And she was careful to walk through quieter places in the city so that the hustle and bustle of people didn't wake you.

And yes she tucks you in.

If you really insisted on staying to do paperwork she would grumble a few curses but stay anyway.

You were starting to grow on her. Maybe being cuter than Silco gave you some brownie points.

thank you for reading ! if you sent an ask in the past few days, don't worry, I'm getting to them all :) I appreciate all the support !! ♡♡

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Just watched act 1 and I'm actually feral for Sevika. Like omg what?! How is she so hot?! Anyway I've had this idea of sharing a smoke with her. Specially shotgunning. Um. Yeah. Anyway maybe that would turn into something a bit more - NSFW should we say. Definitely biting. You know what I'm talking about lol anyway this isn't a lot to work with I know.. I just saw your post asking for Sevika requests so I figured I'd pop in

Sevika x F!Reader 18+

Her lungs burnt as she inhaled her cigar, watching you fix her arm for the hundredth time this week. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, screwdriver carefully pulling out the broken metal parts in her arm, clinking in the silence.

She could feel your frustration before she even entered your little mechanic shop. People were being more demanding for fixes as Zaun practically relied on prosthetic limbs, and you were rated the best one for the job. Sometimes you felt like a pawn; people didn't even pay that well. You might have to think of increasing the prices...

"You think too much."

You sighed, looking up at your girlfriend who huffed out smoke through her nose. She knew you were busy, and a part of her felt bad last time you stayed late to fix her arm, so she tried really hard to keep it in a manageable state for longer than usual.

Heavy on tried.

"You should learn how to fight." You snapped back playfully, looking back down at the arm for the final few fixes. The arm hissed and popped once, finally being fully functional again. "Even Ran doesn't come in this often. Might have to start charging you."

Sevika scoffed as she watched you stand up to toss your tools onto your very littered desk, your hands coming up to wipe your tired face.

"You're processor is fried. I'll make you a new one soon, but this one should hold up if you can hold off fighting for a few days."

She was listening but all she could focus on is how exhausted your eyes looked. She asked if you were done for the day, if you wanted to go home but you were already backlogged for weeks with new projects and fixes. You politely declined, walking over to her again and taking the cigar from her lips only to put it in your own mouth.

Sevika didn't flinch. It was something you did often, especially on nights where you needed something to keep you awake for a little longer.

Sevika sat on the small couch, looking up at you as you inhaled, smoke escaping your nose before you even got to exhale. She thought for a moment, then grabbed the back on your thighs and pulled you to straddle her.

"'Vika, I need to get-"

"To work. I know." She casually said, taking the cigar from your hands and inhaling deeply herself. Her eyes remained on yours while her hand reached up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you up to her lips.

For a second you thought she was going to kiss you, like she did always in thanks when you fix her up. But instead, she stopped you right before her face, hand now moving to open your mouth with her thumb. Then she exhaled.

You felt dizzy. You had smoked plenty of times, and since meeting Sevika you smoked plenty more. But this was so intoxicating it felt better than any cigarette you've ever tried.

You relaxed on her lap, sinking onto her as you tried to breathe normally. Her mechanic hand held your waist, the other firmly on your jaw to keep it open against her mouth. Just as the smoke began to fade, she pulled you fully against her, lips clashing together in a kiss.

You pulled away only when you felt you couldn't breathe, both of your chests rising and falling as you stared down at Sevika, her pupils blown wide, devouring you.

Work could wait.

You grabbed the cigar back, inhaling so deeply you felt your throat close up momentarily. Still, you leaned down and grabbed her jaw while her hands fell to your hips, gripping tightly to pull you even closer.

You exhaled the smoke as slowly as you could, relishing in the moment for a while before the smoke faded again. You wasted no time in kissing her again, a slight moan escaping your lips and into her mouth. You could taste the smoke in her mouth but it only seemed to rile you up more.

Your hips bucked, unintentionally, and you felt Sevika smirk into the kiss.

"That's all it takes to get you going?" Sevika teased. You replied with a breathy and rushed 'shut up' before going back to her lips, rocking your hips more now she was aware of your intentions. Her grip on you tightened, moving you so that you were straddling one of her thighs.

You really tried to keep your groans in, but the way your clit was grinding against the inside of your jeans. Fuck.

"Fuck. Do it again." You lifted the cigar to her lips, making her inhale it and letting her grab your jaw once more, shot gunning the smoke right into your mouth. You tried to breathe steadily, but her hand made you grind on her thigh more.

"So fucking pretty. Barely touched you and you're gonna cum already?"

You were so fucking close, a whine leaving your lips as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. She could feel the small puffs of air you breathed, trying to maintain some kind of control. Your teeth nipped at her skin, her own composure slowly failing.

You huffed when she accidentally made a sound when you bit into her neck. Your hips stuttered and bucked uncontrollably as you came, lips remaining at her skin until you were stable enough to pull away.

"That's all it takes to get you going?" You teased, mocking her words as angry red marks appeared on her neck. She was flushed and panting, your hips still held by her hands. She smirked, kissing you again before standing up and making you stand on your wobbly legs.

"Home. Now."

[wxwrites]

Arcane SFW & NSFW Headcanons! (f!reader, AFAB!reader)

Including: Vi, Caitlyn, Maddie, Mel, Jinx. (Disclaimer: I will only write SFW for Jinx, as her age is not fully confirmed.) This is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Enjoy!

WC: ~3k

JINX | SFW

 Jinx, who still doesn’t really know how to navigate relationships… at all. She’s shy and hesitant at first, entirely unused to the genuine connection and love. All she’s ever known is what feels like transactional affection, despite what Silco may have actually felt towards her. 

 She isn’t too comfortable with physical affection at first, a little wary that you’re out to hurt her. But, she’ll show her appreciation for you through handing you gadgets or trinkets she makes/finds. 

 As she grows more comfortable with you, she’ll finally start to open up and lean on you (literally and figuratively.) She’ll start to ramble about anything and everything on her mind, almost unaware that she’s actually doing it. 

 She’ll paint your nails to match hers, even including the same little face she put on her prosthetic. 

 She LOVES to braid your hair, and will take every opportunity to do so. Despite her hands being a little calloused from her tinkering, they’re still surprisingly soft and gentle as she rakes them through your hair.

 She is a genuine sweetheart! While she might come off really intense or a little wacky sometimes, her love for you bleeds through entirely. It’s obvious to almost everyone how much she loves you.

 She loves watching you play with Isha or talk to Sevika, tearing up as she watches her own happy little family form after so much tragedy.

 She hugs tightly, and I mean TIGHTLY. She’ll squeeze you to the point of almost feeling like your ribs are gonna crack.

VI | SFW 

 Vi, who is such a sweetheart. She wears her heart on her sleeve every second of every day. Prison may have hardened her when it comes to confrontation or battle, but she is like a puppy with you. 

 If she continues working for Caitlyn, she spends her money well. She gets both of you a nice apartment and takes you out on sweet little dates at least once a week.

 If she relies more on the bets and money from her pit-fighting, she’ll still do the same. While the apartment isn’t nearly as lavish, and the dates aren’t nearly as nice, she does everything in her power to make her as enjoyable as possible. 

 She prefers when you keep your hand wrapped around her bicep, rather than actually holding hands. 

 She lets you paint her nails and do her makeup as you please, enjoying the lovely grin the spreads across your face as you do it. 

 Absurdly gentle with you, always keeping a soft hand on your waist. Despite how rough she is with other people, her hands would never do the same to you. (Unless you ask for it ;)) 

 When you patch her up after a particularly rough fight, she’ll mutter a quiet “Thank y’baby.” And press herself closer to you, craving your space and comfort. 

 She is a little difficult to get to communicate properly, almost never having been listened to before. With enough patience and kind words, she’ll eventually crack and begin to trust you as she becomes more vulnerable.

 She lovesss to bury her face into the crook of your neck as she tightly wraps her bandaged arms around your waist, pressing a few gentle kisses to your shoulder and neck.

 She’ll tear up a little bit as you press gentle kisses to her tattoos, and especially the scars she adorns from her time in prison. 

 Not to mention that she is definitely obsessed with you.

NSFW

This might be a hot take, but I definitely see Vi as more submissive than dominant. Whether she’s fighting crime or other people, she definitely spends most of her day keeping everyone in check.

 So when she’s writhing against the bed and moaning for you to just touch her, you find it extremely difficult to not give her exactly that. She loves when you’re able to take her out of her head entirely, finally giving her the space to relax and to just not think for a bit.

 While she might be submissive, she still definitely likes to top. She likes knowing that she’s making you feel good and thrives off of the praise. So when you mutter a quiet “That’s my good girl.” She has to temporarily stop and get her shit together so she doesn’t cum on the spot. 

 She goes feral whenever you pull her hair or scratch down her back and arms, letting out a literal whimper. 

 As you straddle her lap and begin to ride her into oblivion, she’ll paw desperately at your hips and thighs. She’ll eventually reach up to grope your tits and mumble incoherent compliments, talking about how pretty you are and how good you feel. She especially likes it when you tighten your hand around her throat, hearing her own choked whimpers leave her mouth. 

 On the uncommon occasion she decides that she does want to be dominant, she’s still not very rough. Unless you explicitly ask for a meaner hand or words, she would never do it on her own. 

 Her favorite position is definitely doggy, she likes watching your ass bounce back against her hips as she smacks it and grips your hips tightly. She’ll keep one hand in between your shoulder blades, and the other next to your head as she drills into you. 

 She’ll pepper sweet kisses along your cheeks and lick the tears off, almost ecstatic at the fact that she has fucked you so good you started crying. 

 She loves sloppy kisses and sloppy head, moaning against your pussy as she nearly devours you whole, digging her hands into your thighs. She whines as you tangle your fingers into her hair and tug, feeling her own arousal begin to leak in between her thighs. 

 She is so good with aftercare, too. If she had been a little rough on you, she’ll kiss all of the bruises and scratches that she left and mutter quiet praises. She’ll wipe you down with a damp towel, giving you a quiet “‘M sorry, baby.” As she soothes the towel over your sensitive clit.

CAITLYN | SFW

Caitlyn, who takes after Cassandra in the way that she is a little stern with you. She doesn’t like it when you venture off without her, or at the very least someone else.

 She’s a little socially awkward, so you tend to take the lead at the galas or other social events she’s expected to attend. She likes when you keep an arm around her waist, or holding your hand. While most people are there to see her, you often lead the conversations anyway. 

 She loves when you show up to her office, your presence immediately forcing her posture and face to soften. Being in her position puts a lot of paperwork in front of her, and stress on her. 

 Whether you dance, play a sport, or perform in any other way, she will show up every single time. She’s running behind on a mission? She’ll finish it in record time so she’s able to make it for at least half of your show. 

 She’ll let you sit on the edge of her desk as she works, or will pull up another chair so you can sit next to her and read your own book or tinker with a little project. 

 She loves when you have to raise up on your toes to kiss her, chuckling as she pulls away each time you get close enough to brush your lips together. She’ll wrap her arms around your waist and pick you up off of your feet as she presses her lips to yours. 

 Once you guys are able to wind down in your shared apartment, she pulls you into her lap and holds you tightly. She’ll press gentle kisses onto your cheek and shoulders, telling you how grateful she is for you and how much she loves you.

 She will always appreciate when you make tea or cook for her, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around you from behind. 

 She’ll take you out on little dates when she has the time, but otherwise prefers to take slow walks with you through her garden.

While she may be a little stern, she absolutely adores you, and trusts you with her life. 

NSFW

 Don’t get me wrong, she is so, so sweet. She’s doting and attentive, and will do almost anything you need from her. But you will work for it, no questions asked. 

 She’ll put you on your knees and make you beg for whatever you want. She’ll bind your hands behind your back with a new silken rope she bought and coo down at you, stroking her thumb over your bottom lip. She’ll coax your mouth open and feed you two of her fingers, grinning as you accept them sweetly.

 It’s quite obvious she can get prettyyyy freaky. Like we saw how she reacted when Vi spat on her cheek. I’d say that extends towards you, as well. She likes forcing you to keep your mouth open, and tongue flat against your bottom lip as she spits onto it, giving you a “Swallow it sweetheart, be a good girl.”

 I wouldn’t say that she’s a stone top, but she definitely prefers to give. I definitely think it comes from wanting to be in control and dominant. She differs from Vi in the sense that she doesn’t want to be out of control, ever. 

 Her long legs and overall strength gives her such a huge advantage over you. She loves to fold you over and press your knees to your chest as she fucks into you roughly. She does love to keep you on top, guiding your hips as you bounce on her strap, licking and sucking into the sensitive skin of your collarbones and boobs. 

 I don’t think she’d be someone who is super into degradation, but she might mutter something along the lines of “You’re such a pretty whore for me.” As she tangles her fingers into your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to meet your own reflection in the mirror. 

 Any time you guys fuck, she will always remind you of how good you are. She nips at your ear and purrs, “That’s it pretty girl, you take me so well.” She mumbles, sucking a mark onto the side of your neck. 

 She takes aftercare very seriously, knowing that sometimes her treatment can take a toll on you. She’ll untie you slowly and work out the kinks of your tense joints, pressing kisses along the red marks the ropes left. She wipes the sweaty baby hairs from your forehead and presses a gentle kiss to it, helping you sit up. She’ll hold you for a bit and reassure you, murmuring quiet praises. Once you’re settled down, she’ll run a warm bath for both of you.

MADDIE | SFW

 Maddie, who is such a sweet, sweet girl. Her enthusiasm for everything around her is extremely contagious. She does her absolute best to make sure there is a smile on your face every day.

 She finds a way to balance her job as an enforcer and her relationship with you. While it’s a bit of a struggle sometimes because of how demanding Caitlyn can be, she puts in 100% of her effort to make it work.

 She prefers to stay inside rather than going out, pulling you next to her on the couch as you cuddle up and turn on a few movies or a show to binge. She likes when you put your legs over your lap and she can idly trace her fingers along your legs.

 She likes cooking and baking a lot, always making an excessive amount of food that you guys really can’t consume by yourselves.

 She’ll give you pancakes with a smiley face made out of chocolate chips and strawberries, pressing a kiss to your head as you dig into the breakfast. 

  She writes you notes every morning before she leaves for work and sticks them on the fridge, always containing some kind of compliment and an “I love you.” 

 She loves to write poetry as well, it’s her favorite way to express her love and gratitude for you. Which means that words of affirmation is definitely her love language, but physical touch is a close second.

 She loves going on bike rides around the city, especially when you get to the large botanical gardens and parks. She’ll pull over and buy whatever drink you’d like and a pastry, both of you settling on a bench in the park.

 She likes to point out all of the cute animals that prance around the area and gets extremely excited when they come over to you guys.

NSFW

 She is utterly enthusiastic every time you guys get intimate. I wouldn’t say that she’s inexperienced, but I definitely think she does still get a little nervous sometimes. She’s just absolutely infatuated with you and your pretty face makes her blush.

 She lovesss to makeout. Like, she would rather do that over having actual sex. She’ll straddle your lap and hold your jaw or thread her fingers through your hair. 

 When you guys do fuck, it’s a bit more vanilla compared to the others. She doesn’t strike me as an overly kinky person, but I feel like she does still have a few interests.

 She for SURE likes to give head, it’s probably her favorite pastime tbh. She will beg for you to ride her face regularly, moaning into you as she wraps her hands around your hips.

 Give her a little bit of praise and she’ll do anything you ask of her, especially if you call her pretty. 

She loves, loves, loves to ride your thigh. Something about it is so exhilarating, especially because she likes seeing the aftermath of it. She’ll happily lap her cum off of your leg, moaning as you guide her head with your hand. 

 She seems like the type to basically worship you, she would happily get on her knees as you grind yourself against her mouth with absolutely no complaints. 

 For sure adores seeing you in pretty lingerie, running her fingers over the lacy fabric as she kisses along the hem of your bra and underwear. 

 She’s definitely a bottom, like for SURE. She really likes missionary, especially when you pull her legs over your shoulders. The main reason she likes it is because 1. She likes to be underneath you, and 2. Because she still loves to look at you and kiss you. 

 While she doesn’t really like to top, she can still get a little bit of an edge to her attitude, teasing you as she nips at your neck and jaw. She’ll straddle your hips and press your back into the bed, slowly sliding her nails underneath your shirt and chuckle at the whines you let out. 

 Aftercare with her is really sweet as well. She likes to curl up in your arms and tuck her head under your chin as you pet her hair and press soft kisses all over her face. She likes to eat after as well, it helps her feel less shaky, so make sure you always have snacks nearby. 

MEL | SFW

 Mel, who loves so hard and sometimes really can’t control it. Her love is so intense it can truly be a little overwhelming sometimes. 

 She treats you with the utmost care and always makes sure that your needs are met. While being on the council does unfortunately consume most of her time, she does everything she can to make sure she is still as present as possible. 

 When she’s gone, she makes sure that there’s always a maid present with you, making sure that all of your needs are met when she can’t be there.

 When she is, she always likes to have a hand on you, whether it’s on your thigh, waist, whatever. She loves to touch you, and it often soothes her racing mind.

 Whenever you get sick or stressed, she pulls your head into your lap and will stroke her slender fingers through your hair. She’ll hum some kind of melody quietly and gently sway, lolling you to sleep. 

 She doesn’t like it when you get involved with politics or the council in general, simply wanting to protect you from the ongoing and unresolved issues. 

 She buys you new dresses regularly, always making you give her a little fashion show as you try them on.

 Her kindness is unwavering, but there is a layer of intensity and harshness beneath all of that. One that is very rarely ever shown, and if it is, it’s towards her mother. 

 She does everything she can to keep you far away from her ties to Noxus, especially when Ambessa comes to visit. She’ll use every excuse in the books to keep you separated, knowing that you and Ambessa would likely not get along. 

 She loves to take long baths together, especially when they’re decorated with candles, bath bombs, etc. She’ll turn on the record player as you guys bask in the warm water together, soaking up the intimacy that is sometimes difficult to be had. 

NSFW

 She is the biggest switch that has ever been written in a TV show, like really. Her role is kind of inconsistent, and changes quite often. I don’t think she has a preference, but sometimes I think there are some things that can definitely influence it. Rough day at work and she’s irritated? You’re gonna get bent over her desk. If she feels utterly defeated, she’d rather you take the lead so she can ignore her problems for a bit. 

 Speaking of being bent over her desk, it’s one of her favorite things to do. She’ll gently push you forward, keeping a hand between your shoulder blades as she grinds against your ass. But she really only ever does this at her office at home, she tries very hard to keep your relationship away from work.

 She loves when you take off her shoes and tights, kissing your way up her legs as you hike her dress up to her hips. She loves to hold onto your head as you lick and suck your way up her thighs, pushing her backwards onto the bed. 

 She highly enjoys straddling your face, moaning loudly as she grabs onto the headboard. She’ll grind her pussy against your mouth and whimper as you reach up to grope her chest.

 When she’s topping, she likes having you in missionary so she can watch your eyes roll back and whimper. If she’s bottoming, she prefers to ride you because it makes it easier for her to rub against the most sensitive spots inside of her. 

 She likes to pull your hair, and have hers pulled in return, enjoying the control it gives both of you.

 She loves to decorate herself in pretty lingerie and gold, tying your hands behind your back as she sways her hips around you before settling your lap. She grinds herself on your lap, grinning sadistically as you whine due to the fact that you can’t touch her.

 She’s less intense with aftercare, mainly because she’s too tired herself to do much. Once you’re both wiped down, she’ll wrap herself around you and press a kiss to your head.

[ashbub]

believe ✦છ

arcane: sevika x gn!reader

contents: cursing [2.5k unedited] @parkersgarage this is heavily inspired by the oneshot they wrote! check out their works <3

IN WHICH: sevika makes you believe

❝ im living on overdrive, all the time ❞

Sevika just had a way of pissing you off. 

Perhaps it was her bluntness, her casually dry sarcasm seeping onto the ends of her coiled lips every time she spoke. The way her soft gray eyes would flicker when she managed to briefly get your attention away from your hunched-up tinkering over your cluttered desk.

 Maybe it was the way her choppy dark locks softly tickled the ends of her bronzed skin that you were ever so tempted to run across with the back of your thumb during the long nights she was away, lingering with the comforting yet faint scent of cheap booze and swirls of cigar smoke.

 Or, more recently, it was the way she was bleeding all over your damn carpet.

"Sevika, what the actual fuck?-" 

You seethed out with a hiss, your bottom lip slightly curled as she roughly dropped the prosthetic metal arm on the edge of your busted-up desk with a faint clatter. Your crinkled-up eyes gingerly running over the messy collection of tangled-up wires and bent-up bolts that scattered across the wooden surface. 

You lightly pushed up the end of your thinly wired glasses up the bridge of your furrowed nose, dryly inspecting the damage with a soft click of your tongue before turning towards her harrowing presence. Her scarred bottom lip trickled with faint remnants of smeared dried blood, scattered bruises trickling across the edge of her face- her Roman nose looked slightly crooked, most likely getting it bashed in, fresh cuts adorning her rough skin as she smoothly leaned into your work desk with a jagged sigh coating her words. 

It was a bit different from her usual bar brawl look though- not the same slightly caught up with light night gambling and the sweet taste of a new win lingering on the edge of her mouth. 

She looked tired. 

"Just needs a quick fix, dollface." Sevika’s voice was rough, the smooth words sliding off her tongue like a gravelly whisper, the edge of her usual self-assurance still present despite the blood splattered on her calloused skin and the damage to her arm that was dragged on the surface of your desk. "Figured you could patch this up."

You glanced at the mess of wires and metal plating surface- The arm looked like it had been through hell and tossed over the Piltover bridge for shits & giggles—scratches and dents marred it's sleek finish, and a few of the smaller components dangled precariously from frayed connections. 

"A quick fix?" you repeated with a soft laugh lingering on your curled lips. You softly adjusted your thinly coiled glasses with a quick shove up the bridge of your nose, your eyes slightly crinkled up. "If that's all you needed, you could have done that your damn self-" 

Your dingy apartment barely had enough space to fit the mess you called a workspace. The flickering fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting an erratic, sickly yellow glow across the room. Blueprints sprawled chaotically across the floor, pinned haphazardly to the walls, or forgotten in piles atop the desk. Tools, screws, and scraps of metal littered every surface, and the acrid tang of solder and oil clung to the stale air. The window was perpetually cracked open, letting in the faint hum of Zaun’s underbelly.

You turned over to look at her from your desk, a slight tug at your bottom lip.

Instead, you lightly snatched up the battered prosthetic arm, its weight heavier than it looked. Holding it up under the soft hue of the light above you, you gingerly turned it over in your hands, inspecting the sheer extent of the damage. 

Her chapped lips pulled into something just shy of a smile, though it wasn’t quite smug— "Didn’t think my favorite little mechanic would mind getting their hands dirty," she murmured out, her voice low, with a subtle warmth that danced on the edge of teasing. It wasn’t the words, though, that got under your skin. It was the way her storm-gray eyes seemed to latch onto you as her fingertips carefully tapped the surface of your wooden desk with a slight hum.

It was the kind of teasing you heard faint whispers between the streets of The Undercity- murmurs calling you Sevika's “Pretty Little Tinkerer”

"Sevika," you bit out finally, your voice tight as your smooth fingertips ran across the surface of the arm with a soft sigh, "this isn’t a ‘quick fix.’ Half the circuits are fried, the frame is bent beyond repair, and these joints? They’re done for." You half haphazardly tossed the arm back onto the desk with a resounding thud, its impact shaking a glass jar of screws precariously close to the edge. 

Her expression didn’t waver. The faint bruises on her jaw caught the flickering light, but her eyes stayed locked on yours, calm and unhurried as though she were absorbing every inch of your irritation. There was no cockiness, just a quiet watchfulness that made your pulse flicker unevenly. 

"Relax," she said finally, her voice steady but soft in a way that only stoked the fire under your skin. "I know you’ll fix it. You always do."

You clenched your jaw with a slight click of your tongue, forcing your focus back on the scattered mess of your desk, your oiled-up fingers gingerly flexing in frustration before reaching for the tools scattered across the surface. 

"You’re impossible," you muttered with a light hiss, letting the tension in your voice bleed into the room as you sorted through the mess. The soldering iron hissed faintly as it heated up, mirroring the simmering heat in your chest.

Behind you, Sevika stayed silent, her gaze still heavy on your back. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was there—a quiet weight you couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you tried to channel your irritation into fucking untangling the mess she’d handed you.

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as you tore your gaze from her, turning sharply toward the battered prosthetic arm on your desk. The clatter of tools filled the space as you hastily grabbed what you needed. Your voice was lower now, rough while smoothly turning one of the busted-up bolts quietly.

 "What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Sevika? Every time you come back home to me, you come back, you come back hurt." 

You adjusted your leather pants as you crouched to retrieve a roll of bandages from the corner. The thick material creaked softly with the movement, the belt cinched snugly at your waist holding an assortment of small tools and stray bolts you had yet to organize. 

“It's nothing.”

“Nothing isn't gonna scrub out the blood dripping on my carpet.”

Sevika had a way of filling the cramped space with her presence, and not just because of her size. Her towering figure seemed to soak up the weak light, making her seem even more imposing against the backdrop of your cluttered home. She leaned heavily against the edge of your desk, her metal arm a battered mess, the prosthetic sparking faintly as it collided with a pile of wrenches. Her usual attitude seemed dimmed, but her faint small smile was still there that she reserved for you was still there, tugging at her curled lips even as fresh bruises marred her skin.

"I have been dealt worse." Sevika’s gaze shifted away, the tension in her jaw easing as she turned toward your cluttered desk. Her gray eyes moved over the chaotic sprawl of blueprints pinned haphazardly to the wall, their edges curling from neglect. Some were smeared with faint fingerprints of grease, the lines of your meticulous designs almost hidden beneath layers of ink corrections and frustrated scribbles.

Her attention dropped lower, taking in the rows of jars crammed along the edge of the desk—each filled with bolts, screws, and mismatched metal scraps. The faint clinking of loose pieces echoed as her metal arm brushed against one, sending a lid rolling off onto the floor. She didn’t flinch, her focus already wandering to the tools scattered across the workbench: screwdrivers, wrenches, and soldering irons, all marked with the stains of your labor.

 "The whole situation has been growing dire, our attempts to control everything that has been brewing have been leading to chaos." 

Your wired glasses slipped down your nose as you stood, and you shoved them back into place with a grease-stained hand, leaving a faint smudge. 

"It doesn't have to be." You finally spoke.

 "What?" 

“I could be up there, with you, Sevika—helping you.” You set your wrench down with a decisive clink, the sound sharp against the quiet hum of the room. Rising slightly from your chair, you pressed your palms flat against the surface of your desk, leaning forward as your tools and bolts rattled from the sudden motion. Your gaze softened, warm but resolute, as it locked onto hers.

“I know I’m not much of a fighter like you,” you continued with a slight rustle into your locks of hair for a moment, your voice steady despite the faint quaver of emotion before looking back at her with a soft laugh, “But if I could put together a few bolts—really show those topsiders—”

The words hung in the air as you held her gaze. The faint glow of the desk light highlighted the sheen of oil on the palm of your smooth hands and the subtle tension in your posture. 

Sevika’s eyes flicked down briefly to your hands, pressed firmly against the scarred wood of the desk, then back up to your face. Her expression shifted, just slightly—the smallest crease at her dark brow, a flicker of something unspoken behind her stormy gray eyes. She took a breath, her broad shoulders rising and falling, but she said nothing yet, her silence heavy in the space between you.

"And what? So you could get hurt? Get involved in the crossfire of all this shit?" Sevika’s voice cut through with a sharp laugh, though the subtle tremor in her tone betrayed something deeper. Her hand shifted to rest on the desk beside yours, her thick fingers brushing past scattered bolts and oil-stained papers as if grounding herself against the weight of her words. Her gaze bore into you, stormy gray with a soft flicker.

You let out a bitter laugh, the sound raw and uneven as it slipped past your lips. "And what do you want then?" You pushed back from the desk, standing now, your movements sharp while waving your curled-up fingers through the air with a slight sigh. "For me to sit pretty down here and tinker away while others die? While there’s a big fat fucking chance you could die-?"

Your voice cracked on the last word, and you turned away sharply to look at her, your soft hands gripping the edge of the desk until your knuckles stiffened. Tools roughly clattered from the sudden movement, and a lone wrench tumbled to the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t flinch

She could die.

 Before you could stop yourself, your hand rose, trembling slightly.

Your fingertips brushed the edge of a fresh bruise on her cheek, her soothing skin warm beneath your lingering touch. The rough scrape felt raw underneath your soft graze, gingerly tracing the faded scars that still trickled across her face. Slowly, the back of your thumb quietly traced over the darkened patch of skin with a soft breath. Her face, always so sharp and proud, softened under your hand for a moment. The scar running down her cheek caught the faint yellow glow of the overhead light, stark against her bronzed complexion.

Her breath hitched, the tiniest intake of air, as her chin tilted slightly toward the warmth of your palm. For a fleeting second, her usual stoic mask faltered, replaced by a slight softness. Her long lashes, thick and dark, fluttered as she hesitated, her gray eyes flickering towards yours.

"I couldn't-" You whispered quietly, "I-I don’t know what I would do without you."

Sevika's jaw tightened, her plump lips parting as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, she smoothly leaned into your quiet hand, the weight of her head pressing gently against your palm. Her fresh scars and cuts faintly press into the soothing touch of your warm fingertips.

Then, without a word, she turned her face slightly, and her pursed lips brushed softly against your palm for a brief moment. The kiss was warm and deliberate. Her chapped lips smoothly grazed your touch. Her crinkled-up eyes fluttering shut as her lips lingered across your soft skin, and you could feel her light breath ghosting over your fingertips, steady and grounding into your warmth.

 "I won't, [y/n]. Y'know that." 

"Do I?" you softly asked, your strained voice barely above a whisper, "What if you never come back to me one day, Sevy?"

Your darkened eyes traced her face quietly, lingering on every bruise and faded scar that was carved into her bronze skin. The fresh purpling on her cheekbone, the faded remnants of old battles across her jaw— The space between you warmly lingered with a faint breath.

Sevika’s dark brows furrowed, her expression hardening- Slowly, she reached out, her large, calloused hand enveloping yours. Her grip was firm, almost desperate, as her thick fingers curled tightly around yours, holding on as if you might slip away.

"Hell could try to drag me down into its fucking depths," she whispered into your fingertips as the warmth kissed your flushed skin, her soothing voice low but steady, "but nothing in Zaun—nothing—would keep me from coming back to you."

Her smooth thumb brushed against the back of your quivering hand, the roughness of her touch grounding you even as her words made your chest tighten. She quietly leaned closer to the edge of your fingers, her head dipping slightly, enough to have her choppy locks tickle your face. You could feel the heat of her skin, the tension in her clenched jaw, her gray eyes slightly flickering. 

"You have to believe that," she finally murmured, her grip on your hand firm.

"I—" The word faltered on your lips, and you looked down at your joined hands, her grip warm, grounding you in a way that both comforted and overwhelmed.

“Sevika-”

"Do you believe that [y/n]?" Sevika’s voice softened just enough to make the question linger in the space between you.

You took a shaky breath, forcing a small smile to your lips before pressing the edge of your mouth to the edge of her fingertips quietly.

 "I’ll try," you murmured quietly, your voice steadier this time.

Sevika let out a low chuckle at the remark, her warm thumb brushing over the back of your hand one last time in a smooth circle before releasing you. "Now, let’s get me cleaned up, huh? I’m pretty sure I look like shit."

"You definitely do," you quipped with a warm hum, already reaching for a clean rag that was tucked away in the wooden drawers of your desk. She raised an eyebrow at your quick response, but the ghost of a smile tugged at her chapped lips.

a/n: i just needed to write a bit for arcane holy moly- let me know if you guys wanna see more arcane stuff? i was thinking of writing for more characters so let me know in my inbox if you have a suggestion, im on a kick right now lol :')

[thebastardscull]

Part 2 of being Sevika’s favorite bartender!

Part 1

Part 3

She’s late.

3 hours late, in fact. Sevika’s glass has become warm and watered down and you are bored out of your mind. It’s a slow day, perfect for standing around and chatting up your favorite girl patron. You’ve had time to take all of the orders for the meager rush, to clean the bar top to bottom, organize the bottles with the labels facing out, you’ve even had three smoke breaks (which mostly just consisted of you standing next to the bouncer at the front door and looking out into the street for Sevika.)

Every time the door slams open, your head perks up. Only to look back down when you’re not met with a pair of cool grey eyes. You sweep, and mop, and clean everything until it sparkles. Silco’s goons that usually crowd in alongside Sevika just shrug when you ask where she is and get back to their card game.

Your mind is only taken off of Sevika when a man that’s been sitting in the far corner table starts getting rowdy after losing a game of dice. You feel bad for the poor bastard until he flips the table, spewing curses and pointing fingers. You keep a watchful eye on him, hoping it doesn’t go too far, until he throws the glass in his hand towards the bar. It flies over your head, glass and liquor spraying above you.

You call it, walking around the bar, getting ready to kick him out. You can handle yourself, you’ve been doing this job a long time before you and Sevika became familiar. But the man is having none of it and begins to direct his anger towards you. He’s throwing insults at you, his spit spraying in your direction until he’s red in the face. He stalks forward, poking at your shoulder and screaming every name in the book. You’re about to make your way to the bouncer at the front when the fucker tries to throw a punch at you.

It doesn’t land. Instead, a flash of copper and purple shoots past you, grabbing the man’s fist before it can hit your face. Jumping back, you look to your left, and there she is. Sevika’s standing there in all her six-foot-something, muscular, gorgeous glory. If looks could kill, the man would be dead in an instant. She shoots you a quick wink before the mechanical hand squeezes down, and a sickening ‘crunch’ resounds through the now silent bar. Your clit does not throb when she does it. That would be insane. The drunkard squeals in pain before Sevika drags him out by the arm and through the doors as you put the table back in its place.

She’s outside for a solid five minutes. You can hear her rich, bassy voice, shouting at the man as she brings more blows down onto him until the bouncer takes over. She makes her way inside, and you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was beating the daylights out of someone if it wasn’t for the small spatter of blood on the brass knuckles of her prosthetic arm. She happily walks back to you, a smile on her face, her flesh arm tucked behind her back.

“I leave you alone for a few hours, and you start fighting people?” She asks with a smirk. You only give her a huff of laughter and walk back to the bar with her, pouring her drink. She stands there rather awkwardly as you push the drink towards her, flesh hand still tucked behind her back.

“So? Where’ve you been?” Sevika’s expression turns sheepish as you question her, and she brings her human arm forward. It’s clutching a large bouquet of flowers—Your favorites. You had only mentioned it once in passing, admiring them from afar at a market stand when she walked you home one night.

She got flowers. Flowers are so hard to come by in Zaun. She got you flowers? Sevika did? She got you flowers and now she looks like a nervous teenager about to ask you to prom and she’s blushing like crazy? Sevika? Flowers?

“I uh… I got you flowers. Had to fight off a crowd to get ‘em.” The bashful smile she gives you is all teeth and the gap between the two fronts makes you weak in the knees. You can barely hear her words, they come out in a low, abashed tone. You blink and look at the flowers, and back to her. And then back to the flowers. And then back to her.

Your brain is short circuiting and your heartbeat is in your ears. You stand there and look at her dumbfounded, while Sevika shifts from foot to foot, the flowers still in her hand.

“These are for me? You got them for me?” Your words come out in a squeak, a blush creeping up your ears and neck. Sevika nods and chuckles a little bit, handing you the bouquet. You take them with a grateful smile and inspect them closer. They’re wrapped in brown butcher paper, tied with a little bit of twine. The flowers are fresh and smell delightful—but the happy look Sevika gives you is even more so.

You admire them and Sevika can’t help but admire the happy grin on your face. She can’t help the way it makes her heartbeat pick up as you look at the gift. She thinks you look beautiful like this, glowing under the dim lights of the bar, your gorgeous smile lighting up your face. She’s trying her hardest to not lean over the bar and kiss you, but she wants to do this properly. To ‘woo’ you, or whatever Silco said. Not like he ever got any, but whatever.

“I wanted to ask you to dinner too, if that’s alright.” Her voice is a low murmur, she fiddles with the glass in front of her, suddenly too shy to meet your gaze. You choke on your spit a little and try to recover your dignity with a small cough, but she’s quick to catch it. A little snort of a laugh sounds from her, and it’s your turn to blush.

“I think dinner sounds really nice, Sevika. I’d like that.” Your voice is a little hoarse when you answer, you have to clear your throat before you speak again. “But I’m not going anywhere with you when you have blood on your hands.” You reach for her prosthetic hand, the cold metal warming up in your palm.

She watches as you polish it off gently with the rag that’s usually slung over your shoulder. Butterflies erupt in her stomach at your gentle touch, and the way you bite your lip a little in concentration. The corner of her lips curl in another small smile as she studies you silently.

“So… it’s a date?”

“Yeah, Sev. It’s a date.”

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Authors note: HELLO HI? I did not expect that last one to blow up like it did, thank you so much! I hope everyone enjoys the second part!

Also! My ask box is open and I’m accepting asks and prompts! Until next time 💕

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"Wow Silco's not on that mural!" " Zaun really hated him!"

It's literally a firelight mural... of course they are going to paint Jinx with her "real" father because the firelights hated Silco and loved Vander.

But you know who the zaunites didn't like? Vander. Vander did absolutely nothing for them, he was enabling oppression, turning a blind eye to the enforcers and the suffering of Zaun, and they were absolutely sick of it. That's why Zaun turned its back on him and embraced Silco.

Silco was by no means a perfect leader either, he brought horrible suffering to the Zaunites himself, especially those who were most impoverished. But Silco also did a lot of good for the undercity. If it weren't for him, Zaun would not have shimmer to treat all sorts of ailments, to keep people alive long enough to recieve care and prosthetics. If it weren't for him, they would not have the shimmer they need to fuel devices like Sevika and Smeech's prosthetics. It is because of Silco that little Zaun has an army of shimmer beasts and weapons to fight for freedom and defend itself from the cat. Shimmer gave Zaun a new product that wasn't under Piltover's control with which it could strengthen its economy, and we see the industries of Zaun florish under Silco. As we see illustrated in the ending of episode one, it is only through shimmer and the sacrifice that comes with it that Zaun can turn the tables on its oppressor, and I don't think the Zaunites, especially Jinx, Sevika, an the others leading this fight, will forget so soon.

In the game Convergence, which takes place after Zaun's independence, we still see Silco's symbol plastered in the undercity. His symbol remains on the assembly building in the season two trailer. Silco even seems to have a cult-like following; the eye has a strange significance in Zaun, we see Zaunites making offerings of eyeballs to a turtle-like diety that is covered in jars of eyes and has Silco's symbol inscribed on its praying hands. The Zaunites know Sevika and Jinx were loyal to Silco. It would be in their best interest to paint Silco as a hero and his death a tragedy executed by Piltover.

Bonus: I don't understand why people make such a big deal over Silco employing children in the shimmer factory like he invented child labor or something. Child labor has been a thing in Zaun at least since Piltover has been oppressing it. Silco and Vander worked in dangerous conditions in the mines as children. Ekko worked for Benzo as a child. Vander's kids steal from people to make a living, they aren't doing much better. Silco didn't get rid of child labor but he did ensure the profit from it went towards the Undercity rather than the greedy hands of Piltover.

[adieutristana]

Can you write something where you comfort Jinx and calm her in season 2 where she gets hallucinations and looks really scared when sevika tells her about Isha?

of course! thank you for the request <3

guys somebody go back in time and slap past lottie for deciding that taking 16 credit hours this semester would be a good idea 😒

summary; comforting jinx after isha is taken.

characters included; jinx (romantic), sevika (platonic) isha (platonic/familial)

tags/warnings; hallucinations, mentions of poor mental health, hurt/comfort, isha is barely there but she’s there, same with sevika, mother/mother/daughter dynamic

men dni.

jinx kicks open the door to her hideout, buzzing with excitement. you’d just been out in the lanes together, looking for materials for one of jinx’s new inventions. another type of bomb, unsurprisingly, but one that would be better for ranged attacks. you also picked up some metal and paint so that jinx could make isha some new toys. maybe some new insects to make fight.

you smile at the thought.

"i'm back!"

your girlfriend calls out, approaching her workbench. she glances over, her eyes carefully scanning the area for any signs of isha.

"time to find out who's the new pebble weight."

she continues, glancing around. you also try to look for the little girl, searching for any signs of her. she's quiet, but she usually would've made her presence known by now. any other time isha would've jumped out with her helmet on, giggling and running circles around yourself and jinx. as if asking when you can play again, what's the next game.

"isha?"

jinx asks, her tone a bit more unsure- but she turns around, towards the tent on another platform of the hideout.

"oh, okay. i get it. playing that game, are we?"

she comments, as you follow along. long, blue braids swaying behind jinx with each of her movements. her tone is light and chipper, hopeful even. isha likes to hide. she likes to surprise the both of you, running up behind you and wrapping herself around your legs. you hope this is one of those times.

hopefully this is just a game, isha simply hiding and waiting to jump out at any moment. or maybe she didn't hear yourself and jinx calling out for her. maybe she's sound asleep inside the tent, having tuckered herself out. you hope to whatever is out there that it's something simple.

jinx glances inside the tent, peering her head in different directions while you look inside of various crates and bins. you can see the concern etched into the girl's features, glancing over as you continue to look for isha. but there's no sign of her. almost as if she vanished.

"god damn, she's good at hiding."

you grumble. you search any surface you can find, any little passage that she could hide in, any sheets or structures she could be hiding behind. but still, nothing. jinx turns to you, opening her mouth to say something.

"they got her."

sevika's distinct voice cuts through. you see her making her way toward the structure you're standing on, limping on one leg as liquid pours from where her prosthetic arm should be. falling onto her knees, trying desperately to keep herself upright. she looks like she's been through hell just now, and you can feel your heart drop to your stomach. they got her? who got her? what does that even mean?

"what?"

"she came to the rally. topside raided the place. took everyone."

sevika continues. oh, fuck. the rally. the rally zaun had planned to retaliate against the brutality of piltover's enforcers, which jinx was less than happy about. the woman had told her that she was a symbol, a beacon of hope for the people of the undercity. somebody who demonstrated power and resilience. she never once backed down from a fight, never showed fear in the face of injustice, and always stood up for what she believed in. even if it wasn't a conscious decision, she was taking a stand for her city.

but still, jinx didn't want to come. no matter how much sevika urged her to and no matter how much of a difference she was told it would make. and now, you're finding out that isha had showed up to the rally and had been taken. taken to gods know where and there's nothing either of you could've done. panic begins setting in, yet you haven't even seen jinx's face yet.

the thought of anything happening to the girl you and your girlfriend had taken in made your stomach twist. a playful, sweet girl who you'd both grown to care for. one who made you laugh, who kept you on your toes, who added the bit of adventure and unpredictability both you and jinx needed. only a child, and she's been taken. taken.

you look over to your girlfriend, and immediately rush to her. she's distraught. torn. rosy eyes are frantic, not quite focusing in on anything, her gaze downcast. the second you see her gasping, shaking her head, hands coming to cover her ears, you know something is seriously wrong. you're torn.

you've seen jinx in a similar state before. although her episodes had gotten more spaced out in your presence, the intensity dimming over time, they'd never fully gone away. you knew they never would, either. but you'd always been there to help. but this?

"jinx. jinx."

should you reach out to comfort her? would she be okay being touched right now? you don't know. but it's killing you to see her like that, so distraught. you know it's a horrible idea, she'll probably flinch away and retreat further into herself, but you have to.

you slowly reach out to grasp the girl's shoulders, a motion you hope will ground her at least somewhat. she lets out a sharp gasp at the touch, her eyes meeting yours for a split second. she doesn't respond, but she doesn't move away. this is good.

"shut up, shut up..."

she mutters under her breath, and you squeeze down on her shoulders. your thumb brushing against the cold, bare skin. you're trying to look into her eyes, get her to redirect her focus, but you can't seem to get through to her. you look back, and sevika is still on the floor, heaving. fuck.

"shut up!"

you hear a gunshot, and a sharp gasp leaves you. your ears begin to ring from the sound, but you throw your arms around your girlfriend's shoulders. you can't bear to see her like this. nothing short of scared, distraught.

"jinx!"

you move to swiftly smack the gun from jinx's hand, the metal making a clink sound against the steel of the floor. jinx tenses against you. her breathing is erratic and she still can't quite look at you, or sevika, or anything.

"jinx, baby, please, look at me. i know you're scared, i know this is a lot, but you have to calm down."

you tighten your grasp around the girl's shoulders, searching for absolutely anything in her expression. but all you're able to find is utter despair. blank eyes and parted lips. jinx's chest is heaving and she's grasping at her head, frantically looking around as if she doesn't fully believe that isha has been taken. like she's waiting for the little girl to jump out and tell her that she's okay.

her breath is coming out in pants, and you feel so damn lost.

"jinx. jinx, please. we'll find her, i promise we will, but we can't until you calm down."

you plead, one of your hands coming to her cheek while your thumb brushes across the skin. jinx is inconsolable to a point that you've never seen before, but you have to try everything in your power. for her.

finally, pink eyes meet your own, although hesitant. your heart all but clenches in your chest as you see her finally looking at you. acknowledging you and your words, even if non-verbally.

"baby. we're gonna find her. trust me, we will tear up this damn city and piltover if we have to, but we will find isha."

jinx's eyes are shaky, her gaze flitting between you and sevika as she pants. you can't hear it, but you're sure her heart is beating like a war drum. you're sure the battle in her mind is one not even she can comprehend. she lets out a shaky breath, slowly nodding.

"will we?"

"we will."

you affirm, your thumb continuing its motions on her cheek. your other arm comes from her shoulder to wrap around her waist, a desperate attempt to bring her back to reality. her breaths are still shallow at best, but you can see them relaxing the slightest bit. slow progress, but it's something.

"she's okay, jinx. i'm sure of it."

jinx shakes her head frantically, the tremble in her voice evident.

"she's out there somewhere. scared, and probably alone."

you sigh, looking down for a second. you know that jinx is probably right. if someone really did take her, isha is absolutely scared, and more than likely alone. it hurts your heart just to think about it. but you have your girlfriend in front of you, in desperate need of comfort and help. you can't dwell on that.

"probably. but i doubt she's hurt. we'll find her, and she's gonna be okay."

jinx lets out another shaky breath, and purses her lips. she pauses, before looking back at you again. she isn't quite reciprocating your touch, and she isn't giving you much to work with. regardless, she's calming down.

"we need to look for her."

she states plainly, to which you nod in agreement.

"we will-" you pause, looking out of the doorway, then back at jinx. "let's go. right now."

"right now?"

"right now."

jinx gasps softly, and mutters a little, 'shit, okay.' you press a quick kiss to her temple before rushing towards the exit of your girlfriend's hideout. quick on your feet and determined to find isha.

[slvtf0rbuffwomen1111]

Assistance

Pt. 2, Pt. 1

It’s the next day and this time you actually arrived to work 10 minutes early. Thanks to not having another nasty dream. Walking in with 2 black coffees in your hand to give to your bosses as an apology to being late the prior day. 

“Goodmorning Y/n.” the voice startled you almost dropping the hot drinks. You look over to see Sevika sitting at leaning at the receptionist desk, almost like she was waiting for you.  

“Oh my go- Goodmorning Ms. Verma, you scared me.” you said composing yourself. 

She tried to hide her laugh but failed.

“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the beverages in your hands. 

“I brought you and Mr. Davies coffees as an apology for being late yesterday.”, you say walking around the desk and placing the coffees on the receptionist counter. Sevika’s eyes following you. 

“Well thank you Y/n, but Mr. Davies isn’t here today he’s in court for a client.”, she says picking up the coffee, the cup looks comically small in her hands. 

*So, it’s just you and me today* 

“I have some clients coming today they should be in schedule just let me know when they arrive.” 

“Yes of course.” 

“And you look nice today.” she says before walking into her office. You know you look nice, you may or may not have worn a lower cut top and some work pants that are little more snug around your thighs and ass. 

“Thank you…”, you quietly. 

10 hours of answering phones, making appointments, and calling back clients you finally done for the day. You gather your things and make your way to Sevika's office to let her know your heading out.  

You knock on her office door and wait for an ok to come in. 

“Ya come in.”, she grumbled. 

You open the door and see Sevika sitting at her chair with her hair a slight mess and her blazer off leaving her in thin whit button up with the first few buttons down giving you a good look at her collarbones. Her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and you see that her left arm is a prosthetic like Mr. Davies eye. It is a medical accident law firm so makes sense. 

“Yes Y/n, you sure do have staring problem dear.”, she said pulling her mechanical arm off the desk and under it. 

“Um sorry I'm heading out now.”, you say looking anywhere except at her.  

“Oh, ok thank you for work.”, she says looking back at what looks like a hundred papers. 

“Do you need me to stay? You look like you're drowning in papers.” 

“No I don't want to have you stay longer than you have too.” 

“It’s ok really I have no plans I can stay.”, you assure her. 

“Ok then your help would be appreciated thank you.”, You pull up chair next to her. Her body stiffens but you pretend not to notice. She smells like cinnamon and cigars. 

“Can you gather the papers that say L. Jenkins and M. Smiths on the top. I have a meeting with them tomorrow and need to get their case sorted.” 

“Yes ma’am.” you start to shuffle through the papers looking for the name she said. You both work in silence for about 45 minutes you think you got all the papers but you spot one more on Sevika's side of the desk. And instead of standing up and waking around the table like a smart person, you instead lean across the table putting your breast in her face. You don't notice until you feel her breath on your chest.  

“Oh my god I am so sorry I wasn’t thinking that was wildly inappropriate of me, I’m so sor-” 

“Relax y/n it's not the first time I've had breast in my face.”, she said a little too casually. 

Oh? 

 “Well, I'm still very sorry.”, you say pulling your top up more to try to cover your cleavage. You try to hid your face in your papers, but Sevika's see’s and just laughs at you. 

“Do I make you that nervous?”, she teases. 

“No” 

Yes. 

“You just intimidate me I don’t want you to think that I'm not cut out for the job.” 

“I can assure you are more than cut out.”, she says placing a hand on your forearm. 

“If you weren’t Mr. Davies would've fired you already.” 

“That’s good to know.”, you look at her. 

“So what made you interested in this job?”, she asked. 

“I just have a lot of experience as a receptionist and I went to school for legal studies, so here I am.” 

“I knew you were a smart girl.", she said leaning back in her chair looking at you. 

“Thank you, ma'am, what about you? Why are you in Law?”, you reciprocated. 

“Long story short I got into a pretty bad accident when I was firefighter years and they didn’t want to pay for my medical bills so I became a lawyer so I could sue their ass and help others get the justice they deserve.” 

“Is that how you lost your arm?”, you blurted out without thinking, which caught her a little of guard. 

“Um yea, I didn’t think you’d notice.” 

*It’s kinda hard not too* 

“I think it's cool and unique like some kind of superhero”, you joke to break the awkward tension. 

“Ya you think so? Maybe I should start showing it off more.” 

“It wouldn’t hurt too.”, you respond as you get back to working on the papers. 

She just stared at you in awe. She doesn't usually get the best reactions when people find out she has a prosthetic, especially from the women she’s interested in. It's been a big insecurity of her and you just seemed to wash it away within minutes.  

You work for next hour and a half in silence only asking her occasional questions about the paper work. By 7pm you both are done. She waits for you to gather your things before leaving the building and locking up.  

“Let me walk you to your car.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to it’s just one block down.”, you lied it was actually 4 but you didn’t want to inconvenience her.  

“I’m walking you to your whether you want me too or not.”, she said. 

“Fine be my guest.”, you said before walking. 

You engage in some light conversation about the clients she has tomorrow before you knew it you were at your car. Conversation seems to flow with her. 

“This was more than one block.” ,she said 3 blocks in. 

“I know I just didn’t want to inconvenience you. ” 

“You could never inconvenience me, but Mr. Davies on the other hand.”  

“Ya my presence seem to inconvenience him.” you half joked. 

“He’ll warm up to you, your too sweet not to like.”, she said. Your face heats up and you make it to your car before you could think of anything to say. Thank God. 

“Well thank you for walking me Ms. Verma.” 

“You can call me Sevika.” 

“Thank you Sevika” you smile up at her before getting into your drivers seat. 

“Wait can I ask you a question?”, she asked her mechanical hand stopping your car door from closing all the way. 

“Ya of course Sevika.” 

“So, I have this banquet this Saturday and Silco is bringing his wife and I have no one to bring so I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?”, she asked you nervously. It was cute, you've never seen her this nervous before.  

“I would love to!”, you reply. 

“Perfect, let me get your number so I can send you details about it.”, she really could’ve just emailed you but she just really wanted your number. 

She hands you her phone and you put it in and save your contact. 

“Thank you, y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow Sevika.”, she shuts your car door for you and watches you drive off before heading back towards her car. She looks down at her phone and see your contact saved as “y/n: )”. 

You're gonna get her in trouble. 

Smut in next part!!! 

[tinkaaabutt]

NOVACANE.—~ sevika

Novacane

The city was alive in its usual way—neon lights glowing faintly through the haze of smog, the muffled roar of distant traffic merging with the hum of a bassline from the club next door. Sevika sat in the corner of your dimly lit apartment, her broad frame leaning back in your worn-out armchair, a freshly rolled blunt perched between her fingers.

“You always keep it this quiet in here?” she asked, her raspy voice cutting through the stillness.

You smirked from your spot on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest as you fiddled with your lighter. “Sometimes. Depends on the company.”

Sevika snorted, a low, amused sound. “Guess I don’t count as ‘company.’”

“You’re here all the time,” you teased, lighting your own blunt and inhaling deeply. The sharpness hit your lungs, and you exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl in the low light. “Might as well start charging you rent.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like having me here,” she said, her tone laced with a confidence that made you roll your eyes.

She wasn’t wrong, though.

The two of you had an unspoken routine—a rhythm that neither of you had bothered to name. Sevika would show up after her shifts at the club, smelling faintly of sweat, cheap beer, and cigar smoke. You’d sit together, swapping stories, sharing a high, letting the world outside melt away for a while.

Tonight was no different.

Frank Ocean’s “Novacane” played softly from the speaker on the coffee table, the dreamy beat filling the silence between your words. The haze of smoke in the room blurred the sharp edges of Sevika’s features, but her presence still felt grounding, solid in a way nothing else did.

She watched you through half-lidded eyes as you leaned back against the couch, your dark skin glowing faintly under the light of a neon lamp in the corner.

“You always look so damn calm,” she muttered, taking a long drag from her blunt.

You glanced at her, raising a brow. “And you always look so damn tense.”

She chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “Touché.”

The high hit slowly, creeping in like a wave lapping at your ankles before pulling you under. The room felt heavier, warmer, like time had slowed to a crawl. You let your head fall back against the couch, closing your eyes as the music wrapped around you.

“You good over there?” Sevika’s voice cut through the fog, grounding you.

You opened one eye, smirking. “I’m floating.”

She grinned, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. The movement made the light catch on her prosthetic arm, the polished metal gleaming faintly. “Not bad, huh?”

“This stuff’s strong,” you said, holding up your blunt. “Where’d you even get it?”

“Friend of a friend,” she replied, her smirk widening. “Let’s just say it’s a little extra.”

You laughed, the sound lazy and light. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Nah,” she said, her tone softer now. “I like having you around too much.”

You froze for a moment, caught off guard by the way her voice dipped, the way her eyes lingered on you like you were something worth looking at.

“Don’t start getting sappy on me, Sev,” you teased, trying to mask the warmth creeping up your neck.

She shrugged, taking another drag and exhaling slowly. “Can’t help it. You make it easy.”

The song shifted, the beat growing heavier, more surreal. You felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze, the room around you blurring until it was just you and Sevika, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

“You ever think about how none of this feels real?” you asked suddenly, your voice quieter now.

Sevika’s brow furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

You gestured vaguely, your fingers brushing against the air. “Life. Everything. It’s like… we’re all just going through the motions, waiting for something to wake us up.”

She leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. “And what do you think would wake you up?”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered her question. “I don’t know. Something that feels… different. Real.”

Her gaze softened, the sharpness you were so used to seeing in her melting away. She reached out then, her fingers brushing yours as she took the blunt from your hand.

“You ever think,” she said, her voice low, “that maybe this—right here, right now—is real enough?”

Your breath caught, the weight of her words settling in your chest. The haze around you seemed to thicken, but her touch felt grounding, like an anchor in the middle of a storm.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

She smiled then, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken. You didn’t respond, but the look in her eyes told you she didn’t need you to.

The music played on, and the two of you sat there, the world outside forgotten.

authors note-: now that im thinking part 2 is gonna be based off the song sativa.’

PART2

[archangeldyke-all]

could you write some sevika headcanons with a disabled girlfriend that has to use crutches and/or a wheelchair?

of course!! happy disability pride month <333

disclaimer! i don't use any mobility aids so please feel free to lmk if i make any mistakes, i'll correct them asap! :)

men and minors dni

sevika would love pushing you around when you're in your chair. the intimacy of the gesture, the trust you put in her, the clear show of togetherness-- it's one of her favorite forms of pda with you honestly.

she's always looking for ways to improve your chair and crutches. if you find yourself running out of lap room? she's stitching pockets onto the back of your chair.

she watches you juggle your purse, waterbottle, and crutches? she's screwing a cupholder on the leg of one of your crutches, a coat hook on the other for you to hang your bags on.

you get callouses from pushing your chair around? she's hand stitching you a pair of custom fingerless gloves. (she'll also make a habit of kissing the callouses one at a time.)

also, if you don't mind the pizzaz-- sevika would love to bling out your aids.

(can you imagine coming home to her and jinx crouched over your crutches, both of them chatting as they paint 'em your favorite color?)

she'd be constantly buying stickers-- things she knows you like, movie characters and your favorite animals and foods and flowers-- and you guys spend evenings sitting together, pasting the stickers on the smooth surfaces of your crutches and wheelchair.

when you're not in your chair, you can bet your ass sevika's in it, trying to do wheelies or race jinx down the hall.

that being said, she'll never do anything that could cause any real damage to your aids. and she'll stand up for you if someone else tries to, too. like, if your crutches are leaning against the wall of a crowded bus while you sit-- sevika will glare at anyone who tries to move them. or, if your chair needs to be stored somewhere cramped, sevika will follow whoever's storing it to watch them the entire time, making sure they're gentle.

despite the functionality and general badass-ness of sevika's prosthetic arm, it's still a prosthetic. she still gets phantom pains, she still lacks sensitivity on her left side, and, her biggest insecurity of all-- she'll never be able to be soft with that hand again.

so sevika knows how frustrating, overwhelming, and isolating having a disability can be. and toward you, she's only ever endlessly patient, understanding, and empathetic.

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[alea-jottun]

Arcane season 2 rewrite part one : Viktor

(other parts here)

Here are some ideas I have been entertaining for an alternate season 2 I'm working on.

I have been mixing s2, what little of LoL lore I've heard about, and what I wish would have happened (I apologize in advance for any mistake, English is not my first language):

With the way they established a link between Viktor and Singed during s1, I think it would have been interesting to mix the LoL lore and Arcane canon : Singed could have been encouraging Viktor down the Lol path (spurring him to commit more and more unethical experiences in the name of progress, while providing him with shimmer and helping him replace his sick body with machine parts, etc.).

I can see Singed feeding Viktor's resentment towards Jayce and Piltover, preying on his pain after his banishment (and claiming that he understands him because he lived through a similar experience). Of course, from a purely objective point of view, Viktor is aware that Singed is trying to reel him in and has ulterior motives. But despite his best efforts, the emotional pain is still too raw and powerful. He knows Singed's intentions towards him cannot be good, but he is also grateful to him for helping him continue his work (in this AU, Viktor managed to steal some hex crystals) and for helping him with this new body.

Back in Zaun, Viktor drowns himself in his work, trying to forget how much he's hurting (how could Piltover do this to him ? How could Jayce side against him in his trial, this kangaroo court, after all they've been through together ? How could he have been so wrong about Jayce ? How could he have been so naive to think Jayce would undertsand ?)

He becomes the Machine Herald and, once he's no longer under imminent threat of death due to his illness, he begins to work on mechanical machinery, body prosthetics, etc. in order to improve life in Zaun.

And that's when things go wrong : Viktor's new body is powered by the hexcore Jayce has implanted him with (because I like this idea, let's keep the beginning of episode 1). But now he needs shimmer to keep his mind and body together (after all, it's by mixing the shimmer variant, his own organic body and the arcane that Viktor fixed his leg in s1), and the pain at bay.

He becomes a shimmer addict.

At first it's manageable, not as nocive as regular shimmer, and he only replaces the parts of his body that are actively hurting/killing him (his lungs, his spine, etc.). But with his regular shimmer consumption, he begins to develop side effects, which spurs him to modify even more of his body, which in consequence make him even more dependent on shimmer.

A few years pass, and now he is involved in shimmer traffic (there could be a possibility to link his arc with Jinx's or Sevika's here, I will need to develop this point later). He keeps healing desperate Zaunites, knowing that every prosthetic he builds helps the patients survive but will get them addicted to shimmer eventually. He tries to convince himself that he is doing the right thing, that he is doing more good than harm, that some sacrifices are unavoidable. He hasn't had a resting night of sleep in years.

Viktor keeps transforming and fears that one day he won't recognize himself anymore. If he doesn't stop taking shimmer he will lose the rest of his humanity, but if he stops his machine body will fail him. He has never felt this lonely.

[mollysunder]

Does Sevika Have What it Takes to Run Zaun?

The power vacuum in Zaun is sure to be a major source of conflict next season. There will be plenty of figures, both known and unknown, that will try to gain control of what's left of Silco's Shimmer empire and thus the center of Zaun's black market. Of all the candidates that could possibly replace Silco, one of the strongest contenders is Silco's right hand, Sevika. Sevika has many of the qualities that make her an excellent candidate to take Silco's place. Sevika is one of few key players that is trusted by the members of Silco's organization, brutally competent at her job, and genuinely believes in Zaun's independence. The real question is, can Sevika handle Silco's mantle?

Sevika has a lot going for her, but just as much against her, and one of her main problems is that she uses Jinx as a crutch for her shortcomings. When the Firelights destroyed the shipment of Shimmer that was supposed to go out on Progress Day, she laid the blame for the operation's failure squarely on Jinx. It's true that Jinx did injure at least one member of her team in friendly fire and failed to protect the cargo, but everyone else failed too, including Sevika. Not only were all of the crew easily ambushed, none of them had any countermeasures for a known enemy. One guy grabbed a harpoon gun and missed miserably with each shot. Jinx herself wouldn't have gotten involved if Sevika and the crew were better able to work proactively, maybe by investing in a net gun.

Worse still, Sevika claimed she could have handled the situation without Jinx, which is practically a lie. Without Jinx, the Shimmer would have been destroyed much faster, there would have been no one to delay the Firelights or take down 5 of the 8 that were present. But Sevika would rather use the situation to cast more focus on Jinx to undermine her position rather than manage the critical failure in defense that the rest of the team demonstrated under pressure. Silco even pointed this out, the audience was just more inclined to see his opinion as biased.

You can't let Jinx be the excuse for why everything goes wrong, all it does is make everyone zero-in on just Jinx's mistakes rather than take a few steps back to examine why things went wrong. If that actually happened, then someone might actually ask, "How did the did the Firelights know there'd be an important shipment going out on Progress Day?". Or "How did they know which ship they'd be using if they obscure any identifying information on the ship manifests?". And more importantly, "Is there a mole?". Instead, you get a team that drinks and parties after a real shitshow because their direct boss confirms that all their problems are just one person.

This all bleeds into another main issue of hers. Every time Sevika's in a confrontation, she thinks like an individual rather than a leader. The first time she fights Vi, she let's two of her underlings runaway rather than help her. When Vi comes back for round 2 with the same special hextech that caused so much mayhem at the Shimmer Refinery, Sevika tells the entire crew there to leave so they can go 1-v-1. Everytime something comes up, Sevika chooses not to delegate work or strategize with others around an obstacle, she'd rather take on the responsibility for problems like this by herself.

You could argue that Sevika was the only one capable of fending off Vi, especially with Sevika's new prosthetic's enhancements. But Sevika left no room for support in the background to at least distract Vi or give Sevika cover. If we go way back to the Cannery, Silco has to hold back Sevika from fighting Vi because he thought it was a better idea to use Deckard than do the same thing over again. And he was right! It was better to throw a Shimmer'ed up Deckard at Vi, and reserve Sevika when everyone else lost to Vi. If he hadn't Sevika wouldn't have saved him from the explosion.

If all this wasn't enough, the way Sevika is portrayed in terms of power, doesn't bode well for her potential as a leader. Plenty have pointed out that smoking is a symbol of power in Zaun, those with even a modicum of power smoke. What isn't always pointed out is how anyone who's interrupted smoking, inevitably loses power.

The first time it happened was with Vander, Marcus snatched his pipe and extinguished Vander's flame in his drink. The next episode Marcus' deal with Silco sealed the end of Vander's regime. A man on a smoke break at Silco's refinery (probably a manager) is immediately held at gunpoint by an enforcer part of the raid, where everyone caught was likely arrested and lost their jobs. Silco never actually lost his cigar, and so when he was killed, it wasn't politically motivated, it was an accident.

Curiously, Sevika and the Enforcers from the Progress Day attack actually smoke the same kind of cigarillos. These enforcers happen to be the only Piltovans we see smoke in the series, maybe because they're lower class or former Zaunites themselves. Unlike all the the other times, no one had to directly force them to stop smoking, Jinx made them drop it by simply terrifying them. And Jinx would go on to kill at least a score of enforcers including the Sheriff. Jinx likely threw the chain of command in disarray, doubly so if she killed at least 5 councilmen who the Sheriff would report to.

It makes for an interesting parallel when Vi first attacks Sevika and knocks out her symbol of power. In that scene Sevika managed to win her card game with Trump cards that heavily resembles Jinx and Viktor, but even when she wins, she still loses her cigarillo. All Vi needed to do was catch Sevika off guard and apply force, the same as the other enforcers (and even the Firelights). Later she'll let Finn light up her cigarillo while he affirms her strengths in Zaun.

By the finale, we see her after she's been beaten by Vi, Sevika chooses to go to Silco's office to smoke one of Silco's cigars while he'sgone, but she can't light it on her own. While this might foreshadow that she'll try to take Silco's place, Sevika struggles to light the cigar because if you notice in her hand is a lighter with a fancy "F" on it, Sevika's using Finn's lighter. Silco, Vander, and Finn all had their own matches and lighters. To light Silco's cigar, Sevika uses means by which she took from Finn, a man she just killed for an ill planned selfish gambit for power.

This alone wouldn't look too bad, because as I see it, in Zaun, it's not the act of smoking but the imagery of smoke itself that's associated with power, and you don't need to smoke to have smoke. Look at Jinx and Vi, both command considerable influence on the ongoing developments between the two cities and align with strong figures. Neither of the two smoke, instead they cover themselves in smokelike tattoos, Jinx's tattoos literally resembles the blue smoke of her first succesful bomb. In contrast to their predecessors both manage to embody their power more wholly onto their person in a way that's less vulnerable than the smoking tradition to usurpation. Sevika herself also wears smoke like patterns on her collar, which are less prominent or permanent than Jinx and Vi's tattoos.

Each issue alone is cause for concern in the viability of Sevika's potential leadership role, but altogether they create a solid line of doubt for if she can pull it off. To make it work she needs to shape up Silco's former crew because she can't be the only one pulling any weight. They're all going to face a conflict that will only grow more complex, demanding, and fast changing as time goes on. A situation like that prior to Jinx's rocket would have easily have incapacitated them, now it's all going to happen on a larger scale. Sevika needs to recognize what went right and wrong for Silco, Vander, and Finn.

Tldr: The chance for Sevika to be Zaun's new leader will be an uphill climb for her for sure. Her biggest problems is that she takes the lead rather than utilizing the team, she gets easily caught off guard, and Jinx can put blinders on her perspective. She's kind of like an older more seasoned Vi that never gave up on Zaun's independence warts and all.

[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...

[sadiecoocoo]

The Devil's After Both of Us - Arcane Fanfiction

Summary - "Come back soon, okay" were the last words Viktor heard from Jayce before returning to his lab in the undercity, leaving his blanket-turned-cloak behind with him with the promise that he'd get it next time. the next time Viktor saw Jayce, the man was bleeding, broken, and dying.

or, Jayce is a victim is a bombing and Viktor tries to save him.

Relationships - Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Isha (Arcane: League of Legends) & Jinx (League of Legends), Jinx & Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jayce (League of Legends)

Tags - Whump, Gore, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Broken Bones, Amputation, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Bombs, Explosions, Jayce Whump (League of Legends), Jayce is a Sweetheart (League of Legends), Hurt Jayce (League of Legends), Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Viktor (League of Legends), Viktor Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Jayce Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Major Character Injury, Fluff, Angst, Machine Herald Viktor (League of Legends), First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Word Count - 4,574

Read On AO3

Notes: hello everyone I'm back with more sadness and gore!! I actually haven't written gore in a very long time so I'm hoping I haven't lost my touch lol This fic is based off of this post by @naviamarigolds so go check out their stuff! I'll be real I only got the idea from them, so this isn't the actual context for that post, just what I made out of it! this is also set in an au where Viktor learned what he was actually doing sooner, so he didn't go full "I want to evolve the world," and shut down his commune and instead made a business of making prosthetics for those who needed it. he also replaced most of the hexcore with his own parts, so he looks more like the classic machine herald. Also Jinx and Isha are both alive! and everything with Noxus was resolved similarly to how it was in canon, just with no machine herald there. Mel is in charge of Piltover, having taken over from Caitlyn, who still holds a grudge against Jinx. Viktor is sponsored by Sevika, who is the current leader of Zaun, so he's friends with Jinx and Isha as well. Zaun is also trying to get full independence, instead of just a seat on the council. Jayce didn't go to the other universe in this au since Viktor resolved things with the hexcore on his own, so he still looks the same as he did at the start of the season. He and Viktor also don't have their rivalry like in league, and just haven't talked since Viktor left. Viktor is kind of like the boogeyman of Zaun, cause he still seems pretty creepy. anyways, please enjoy your whump and gore <3

Viktor stalked through the halls of the academy, his footsteps leaving metallic clangs in his wake that he tried to muffle. He peeked around corners and paused in front of every door he passed, waiting for an enforcer to spot him and raise the alarm.

He wasn’t exactly welcome in Piltover anymore, not that he had done anything wrong. Illegal, very likely, but nothing wrong. He had left of his own accord, when he woke up from the hexcore, when he was brought back from the dead.

However, he doubted he would be recognized, the hulking form of metal that he was now. Several times enforcers had attacked him just for being near the bridge, labeling him a monster, the superstitious fools.

He had spent a short amount of time in his commune, before it ended rather abruptly as he started to realize what the hexcore was truly doing. He had then gotten to work replacing the hexcore’s parts with his own and trying to free the few people he had cured, to no use.

He had only been able to turn more people away before he ended up killing them and being labeled as a miracle worker. He still shuddered from the thought of it all, even though it had been several months since it had happened.

He had certainly violated the ethos by now, and the stingy Piltover elites would never allow him back into their fine, golden city. He was perfectly fine being in Zaun, where he could actually help people with making different prosthetics.

The only problem was that he didn’t have the proper supplies to make or power them. He didn’t want people to have to rely on shimmer forever, and he knew there was another powersource that would work just as well, perhaps even better, though it was much more difficult to come by.

He just hoped this would be a quick excursion. If he was lucky, no one would ever know he was there.

Jayce was never one to stay up as late as Viktor, and it was roughly two in the morning. He still remembered the times that Jayce would coax him to go home, sometimes having to bribe him sweetmilk that he promised to get the next day.

Jayce especially didn’t stay up late when it was winter, and snow was dusting the ground outside. He would be at home, comfortable in his bed with the curtains closed tightly so he wouldn’t have to think about the weather that most rejoiced in.

Viktor had wholly expected the lab to be empty of nothing but new projects and memories. That was why he used the key he had never been able to make himself throw out. That was why he swung the door so carelessly open. That was why when he opened it, he was met with the mercury hammer charged and aimed at his face.

His eyes widened behind his mask, and he charged the hexclaw on instinct. He flinched back as he awaited the strike of the blast, closing his eyes to prepare for the light.

He was instead met with a loud thud as the hammer dropped to the ground. When he looked back, he saw Jayce’s surprised face, his eyes looking over every inch of his body in confusion.

“Viktor?” The man gasped. Because of course he would recognize Viktor. Of course when he heard of a man that was more machine and gave out medical treatment and prosthetics for free, he knew it had been Viktor.

“I don’t understand, what are you doing here?” Jayce asked, exhaustion leaking into his voice. He looked disheveled, his hair a mess, likely from running his hand through it repeatedly. Viktor supposed it was nice to know that Jayce still had his nervous tics.

“I thought you were done with… Piltover?” Jayce finished, pausing as if he were unsure. Viktor wondered what all he had wanted to say, to ask. He guessed he would have plenty of time to find out. He doubted he would be leaving this lab anytime soon, now that he had another reason to be here than just theft.

Viktor rubbed his thumb over the top of the mug of sweetmilk he had been given, because of course Jayce still had a million packets of the stuff. It made Viktor’s heart clench in ways he couldn’t describe.

He cleared his throat before speaking, knowing that what he was about to say would hurt Jayce much more than it would hurt him.

“I needed some supplies,” He muttered sheepishly, his voice distorted through his mask. “I did not think you would be here.” he looked down at the mug. He didn’t want to see the hurt on Jayce’s face at the admission.

He was instead met with a bark of a laugh. He blinked at the man, who looked strangely smug.

“Are you joking?” He asked, humor lacing his tone, and maybe something more, “I’ve hardly left the lab in the past few months.” He waved his hand to the side at the absurdity. 

Viktor’s lips pressed together in a firm line. That information was… strangely worrying. He thought he would have been past this by now, but something about seeing Jayce after so long made something in his chest ache.

“The Piltover elite still treating you as their personal scientist?” he asked, trying to play into the joke as he continued to interrogate Jayce.

“Do they ever stop?” Jayce grumbled. He leaned against his desk, placing a hand on it to steady him. There was a thick exhaustion in his features that seemed inextricably wrong about Jayce.

Oh dear, he was fairing far worse than Viktor thought he would be. He had honestly thought that being without Viktor would be a burden lifted. That he would no longer have to worry about dealing with investors that refused to acknowledge him, or his failing health, or his grumpy demeanor.

It seemed Viktor had made many incorrect assumptions in these past few months.

“So,” Jayce continued, “how have you been? I’ve heard about Zaun’s new infamous Machine Herald.” He added sarcastically with a wave of his hand and a roll of his eyes. Viktor let out a huff. It seemed they were both now subjected to the pains of fame.

“I help who I can, but I fear I’m more of a boogeyman than a doctor.” He was not lost on the irony of that, of becoming much like Singed in that regard. At least Viktor wanted to help people more than he wanted to help progress.

“Well at least you’re helping someone who needs it.” Jayce grumbled, then snapped his mouth shut as if he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. 

Viktor felt something unpleasant curl in his gut. He couldn’t help but think that while Viktor had been helping people, Jayce had been making weapons on Piltover’s whims.

“Anyway.” Jayce cleared his throat, “I’m guessing you don’t want to spend more time here than you have too, What did you need?” he asked, surprisingly getting down to business. His tone sounded pained, though.

He supposed Jayce was right that he didn’t want to stay long, but something urged him to prolong this time that he would have with his old partner. He was reminded by what he had said before, that affection had held them together, even though they had long before gone on different paths. He knew much of that affection, at least on his part, still lingered.

“It can wait,” He decided, placing his mug down and standing. Jayce blinked at him as he took quick strides towards the other man. Before he could fully think about what he was doing, he pulled Jayce into a hug.

He had never been a tactile man, even less so after so many implants and augmentations done to his body, but he knew Jayce longed for an amicable touch, and who was he to say no to him (even though Jayce hadn’t asked, or even reached out to him like he used to)?

He pulled away and placed his hands on Jayce’s shoulders. The other man held a look of confusion on his face that made Viktor chuckle.

“You’re taller than me.” He realized as his face turned suddenly serious. Viktor blinked in surprise and let out a huff. “Why are you taller now?” He asked rhetorically. Viktor rolled his eyes.

“My evolution has many perks.” He answered with a laugh. He drew away from Jayce as the latter scoffed at Viktor’s words.

Viktor took the moment to look over Jayce once again. He looked skinnier than he had been before, and he couldn’t help but notice the dark shadows under his eyes. Call him hypocritical, but he felt a wave of annoyance at seeing how much Jayce was clearly overworking himself.

“So,” Viktor said, cutting through the silence he hadn’t realized had started to fester, “what is the council making you do now?” It was probably uncouth of him to ask, being a Zaunite that could greatly benefit from the information, but Jayce didn’t seem to mind. Though, he might have simply not realized.

Jayce’s face fell and he looked to the side, not looking at the eyes of Viktor’s mask. Viktor’s brow furrowed at the quick change of mood.

“More weapons.” Jayce admitted quietly. Viktor couldn’t help the way his nose scrunched in both annoyance and disgust. “I’m trying to stall, but they've got a noose around my neck.” He added.

It was relieving to hear that, that Jayce was still fighting for his dream to stay what it used to be, but it was still tarnished nonetheless.

“But- uh- I’ve been trying to make a water purifier, for Zaun,” He added, almost sheepishly. That made Viktor’s mood lighten, to know that he was fighting against the council in more ways than one.

“That’s good,” He said, “thank you.”

“‘Course.” Jayce mumbled.

The night went on with few other things of note. They talked about their respective projects, reminisced on old times, and so on and so forth. Viktor still longed for things to be that simple again, but knew he was ultimately doing more good in Zaun than he ever had in Piltover.

Maybe he just longed for the company again. Though, things would never be the same. Jayce seemed to have changed just as much as Viktor had in these past few months. There were clearly some subjects he shouldn’t broach. Worryingly enough, one of which was of his mother.

When he asked about Ximena Talis, he was met with Jayce’s face falling and a small shake of his head. Viktor wasn’t sure if that meant she had passed or if her health was taking a turn for the worse. Either way, his mechanical heart stung as he heard it, and he couldn’t help but reach out to Jayce and squeeze his hand.

The other man had quickly changed the subject, asking Viktor about his augmentations.

At another point, he noticed Jayce shivering. He knew it must have been fairly cold in the lab, the room had never been particularly warm and the weather certainly didn’t help. He silently unclipped his cloak from around his shoulders and draped it over Jayce, who only paused a moment before continuing in his rant about the latest arrogant investors.

By the time the sun was rising, they had been sat on the couch for a long time, leaning very close into each other’s space. Viktor couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it, feeling the familiar thrill of being in such close proximity to Jayce.

Some things would never change. He couldn’t help but be glad of that.

“You should probably get going, it'll be difficult to not be spotted soon enough.” Jayce said reluctantly. Viktor hummed silently. He still needed what he came here for, and he truly didn’t know how Jayce would react to his request.

“I still need-”

“You can take the hexgems, Viktor,” Jayce interrupted quietly, “as many as you need.” he offered, the young sunlight bouncing off his eyes making him seem so much more earnest.

Viktor could only stare at him a moment, mouth agape. He didn’t think he’d ever be so grateful to have the mask than he was now.

Of course he would know that Viktor needed the hexgems, they would be the only thing he would risk coming back here for. Anything else he could find in the undercity or make on his own. He couldn’t help but feel excited to know that Jayce still held him in such high regard.

If only he knew what Viktor had done in those first few weeks on his own. If only he knew what the hexcore had done to his mind and the minds of those he healed. Then again, Jayce certainly had his fair share of regrets, and Viktor had not been able to stay mad at Jayce for long.

Viktor nodded silently, freeing himself from his stupor. He got up and took a few hexgems from their case, leaving enough for it to not be suspicious if anyone fairly smart saw some were gone.

Then Viktor turned towards Jayce, ready to say his goodbyes for however long it would be before they saw each other again.

Jayce looked solemn, a deep sadness in his eyes that Viktor wished he wasn’t the cause for.

“I- enjoyed this,” Viktor admitted, no longer able to meet Jayce’s eyes. He might never leave if he looked at them a moment longer. “Thank you.”

“Me too, it was nice to see you again, Viktor.” Jayce agreed, his voice so unbearably soft. He said Viktor’s name with such reverence, and it always seemed like he didn’t know he was doing it.

Viktor clenched his teeth as Jayce hugged him tightly before moving past him back to his desk.

He was about to do something he would regret, surely.

“Oh, wait, don’t you want your blanket-”

Before Jayce could finish, Viktor surged forward. His mask opened up into two plates, separating to reveal his face. He placed a hand on the back of Jayce’s neck and pushed him forward so their lips could meet.

Viktor closed his eyes as he kissed Jayce, reveling in the taste and feel of him. He suppressed a shudder when Jayce gasped.

Any moment now, surely, Jayce would push him away. He’d push him away and that would be the final string cut that ended their friendship for good.

But if this was the end, Viktor wanted to leave without any regrets.

He pushed against Jayce's lips, his mouth parting slightly as he took in a breath. He ran his fingers through Jayce’s hair, waiting for the inevitable.

Instead, Jayce pushed back. Jauce pushed back, his lips slotting more comfortably against Viktor’s. Jayce’s hands went to Viktor’s waste and he felt denial travel through his entire being.

In the end, it was Viktor who pulled away first, leaving a stunned Jayce in his wake. His face was flushed and the back of his neck felt hot where Viktor’s hand still rested. He was staring at Viktor like had hung the stars.

Viktor smiled earnestly down at him. Maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about regrets after all, maybe this would not be the end.

“Keep it, it was yours after all.” Viktor whispered, talking about the blanket. Though, by the looks of things, Jayce had no idea what he was talking about until Viktor chuckled and pulled the fabric tighter around Jayce’s shoulders.

“I’ll come back for it.” Viktor promised. He hadn’t meant to ever come back after this, and likely would have if Jayce had been asleep at home like he had thought he would have been. Now, though, he was already planning when the most opportune moment to sneak back here would be.

Jayce stared for a moment longer before looking bashfully away. Viktor’s smile only grew at the sight.

“Well, I’ll keep it safe until then.” Jayce said, looking back up at Viktor with a small, sheepish smile. His cheeks looked pink.

“Come back soon, okay?”

The next time Viktor saw Jayce, it was not in the lab. It was in a dirty old building in the promenade with leaders from both Piltover and Zaun surrounding a large stone table. They were supposedly peace negotiations, but Viktor had long since realized that neither side really wanted peace.

Viktor had long since made a name for himself in the undercity, and was deemed important enough to be present at this meeting. He doubted he would have much of a chance to speak, and suspected he was here as an intimidation tactic.

Jayce, he noticed, had a similar role. He stood a bit behind Miss Merdarda, with his mercury hammer resting beside him. It would be easily reachable if a fight were to break out, but his nervous frown told Viktor that he was hoping to avoid that.

Viktor was glad to know that Jayce had kept his word on resigning from the council. It was easier to not be mad at him that way, even if a bit of resentment still lingered. Most of it had been washed away in their meeting, anyway.

“We’ve told you already, counselor,” Sevika started, spitting out “councilor” as if it were poison. “We want independence, true independence from Piltover.” she said forcefully. She had been the most known spokesperson for Zaun since Silco’s passing. 

Many had said that it was because she was his right hand, but Viktor had witnessed it himself how she took the throne from the other chem barons. He shuddered as he remembered Jinx’s very detailed description of Smeech’s death, along with Isha’s excited gesturing.

The two had visited Viktor’s lab often, and he was grateful for the company. Jinx’s energy and Isha’s innocence were a nice change from the usual gloomy mood of his lab. He was glad that he had asked Sevika to help sponsor him and his work; he was sure the other Chembarons would not have been anywhere near as kind nor lenient as the woman had been.

“I understand,” Mel answered, sounding strained, “but you have to realize that that is a very difficult thing to do. You must make laws, understand how to lead and know who you can trust to give important positions.” She listed, raising a finger for each point she made.

“I think I can trust my people more than your council,” Sevika spat. Viktor pressed his lips in a thin line, he wasn’t sure these peace negotiations would stay peaceful for much longer.

Abruptly, the Kirammin girl slammed her hands onto the table. The entire room startled at the bang that echoed.

“None of this matters!” She declared, her lips drawing back in a snarl, “there cannot be peace while Jinx runs rampant!”

Viktor grit his teeth. He had hoped that, after the girl’s help in defeating Noxus, this discussion would be over. He supposed he shouldn’t have been so optimistic.

Mel looked annoyed, her smile much more forced. He couldn’t help but smirk at seeing the councilor squirm. Caitlyn was out of line, but Mel couldn’t reprimand her in any way without looking like she can’t control her own people.

“Too bad,” Sevika responded, not sounding sorry at all, “we don’t hand over our own.” She declared, standing firm in her principles. Viktor couldn’t help but feel that, out of the options, she would be the best to lead Zaun.

He would advocate for the firelights; Ekko was a good leader, but he was still young and deserved to live his life in peace. Besides, most of the undercity was still loyal to Silco and his principles, and wouldn’t accept such a drastic change to the Firelights’ ways.

Caitlyn sneered at Sevika, her hands curling into fists. Viktor raised the hexclaw, just enough for it to be known as a threat, but not enough for it to start a fight. Caitlyn glanced up at Viktor, then looked away angrily. She stepped back for Mel to take the lead again.

As she was speaking, Viktor glanced back at Jayce. The man was still fidgeting, wringing his hands silently. He might’ve spent time on the council, but Viktor knew he had never truly enjoyed nor been good at it. Peace negotiations must be a far stretch than what he was used to.

He suppressed a small chuckle when Jayce glanced at him and then away again. Maybe he was nervous about something else entirely. Viktor hoped he would be able to talk to Jayce before they had to leave. Maybe tonight would be a good time to visit again?

As he thought, a small ticking sound started to come to his attention. He hadn’t noticed a clock when they walked in, and this building had been thoroughly abandoned. Someone would have surely come and ransacked the place by how old and run down it looked.

He ignored the sound for a bit. However, now that he noticed it he couldn’t ignore it. He glanced around the room, but found no plausible source for the noise.

He startled as the Kirammin girl started yelling again. She had approached the table again and was glaring daggers at Sevika. It was drowning out the small noise for a moment, but he adjusted his sensors and made it louder to his ears alone.

It sounded like it was coming from the middle of the room. It seemed to have sped up as well. It was alarmingly fast.

Jayce stepped forward and placed a hand on Caitlyn's shoulder, trying to calm her down. The other man’s eyes widened at the same time Viktor realized what was about to happen.

He started to yell as Jayce pushed Caitlyn back and shielded her with his own body. Then there was a flash and a loud boom.

Viktor was thrown back into the door behind him. Something flew at his face from the blast, further banging his head against the wall. His vision darkened.

Viktor was unsure how long it had been before he opened his eyes again. Half of his vision was of yellow flashing lights through the glowing eyes of his mask, and the other was what anyone else would see.

At the moment, that was smoke and embers.

He staggered up to his feet, a hand on the wall to hold himself up. His body ached and his head was pounding. He would need to do several repairs once he got back to his lab.

Taking a proper look around, he was met with several wooden support beams having fallen onto the ground, along with all of the other rubble. Sevika was helping people get out, using her mechanical arm to lift a beam off of Caitlyn’s shoulder.

The girl cried out as the pressure was lifted off of her. Her arm looked out of socket, the poor girl. Sevika pulled her to her feet and guided her out the door, walking past Viktor. She paused when she made it to him, a conflicted look on her face.

“More people need help. I already got all our people out, but the Pilties…” She trailed off, biting her lip as she glanced at Caitlyn, “I don’t know how many dead yet, if any.” She warned. Viktor felt a lump form in his throat.

If there were any dead, peace would never happen. This would surely be blamed on Zaun, even if it was just a rogue wanting to take power for themselves. Clearly, both sides were targeted. Viktor doubted much of Piltover would see it that way.

He made his way through the rubble, his breathing hard. He came to Miss Medarda, who seemed mostly unharmed, other than a few scrapes and bruises. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of Deja Vous.

Surely that would mean that she protected the rest of her people as much as she could have as well. Surely that would mean there wouldn’t be too many injuries. She was a powerful mage, surely everyone would be fairly unharmed.

“Miss Medarda,” Viktor said, helping her to stand by grabbing her arm and pulling her up. “I trust you were able to use your magic to prevent as many injuries as possible?” He assumed. He arched a brow, then morphed his face back to neutrality once he remembered that most of his mask was missing.

Mel was silent. She did not meet his gaze. Viktor’s brow furrowed.

“Mel?” He asked.

“I didn’t have enough time.” She whispered, “I- I don’t know if he-”

Viktor had already left the woman before she finished talking. He cursed himself internally as dread boiled in his gut.

He rushed through the remains of the burning building. Smoke was starting to fill up his vision and he suppressed a cough. His eyes were watering and he blinked away the stinging smoke.

He crouched under a wooden beam that had fallen and was now propper up against the wall. Viktor felt his mechanical heart stop once he surveyed the new area.

Jayce was there, laying on his side, his back turned towards Viktor. There was blood pooling around his head where it was propped up uncomfortably against a piece of rubble.

Viktor couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his breathing and the thudding of his heart. He didn’t think he could even blink as he staggered over to where he lay.

“Jayce?” He rasped once he got closer. He tried again after there was no answer, this time louder. Nothing. He didn’t move, didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch.

Viktor collapsed to his knees, a metallic thud ringing out. He placed a hand on Jayce's shoulder, shaking it desperately. He turned Jayce onto his back, a wave of nausea washing over him as he did so.

Half of his disturbingly serene face (it could have looked like he was just sleeping) was covered in blood, and more gushed out from a wound in his head. He glanced up to see a large piece of stone was bloodied a bit away from him. It must have hit him in the blast.

Looking down again, Viktor saw that Jayce’s arm was twisted strangely. He gagged as he saw Jayce’s elbow, twisted in the exact opposite way that it should be, with a bone poking through the skin.

He shut his eyes tightly, fighting to breathe. When he opened them again, his vision was blurry with tears. Viktor grit his teeth and blinked them away. A few droplets fell onto Jayce’s chest.

Continuing his panicked survey, Viktor ran his hands over Jayce’s torso. The man made no reaction. Viktor bit into his trembling lip. He was just unconscious. He was just unconscious. He would wake up, albeit in pain and likely never the same, but he would wake up.

When Viktor moved his analysis to Jayce's legs, his heart shattered into a million pieces. Impossibly so, Jayce’s leg was the worst part of his injuries.

With blackening vision, dark spots dancing in his eyes, Viktor took in the burnt flesh, oozing blood, the stained bone. He took in the way that some chunks of it were burnt to a crisp, dark and flaky, and other parts were too covered in blood for him to see if it was the same story. 

He didn’t want to see anymore.

Jayce’s left leg, from the knee down, was gone.

End Notes: how funny would it be if I just didn't write the next chapter (I'm not that evil lol… unless…) anyways, hope you enjoyed your gore! i will say, I've only written like three kiss scenes ever so I'm not at all good at them, so sorry if that scene made you cringe a little lol. I write gore and angst here, not kissy kissy smooch times I am also once again asking everyone to help me manifest another snow day! tuesday's the goal this time, but wednesday works too lol

tysm for reading, I try to reply to any comment I can so please feel free to leave your thoughts <3