#sevika x fem oc

[jusstya]

▌𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 ˖࣪ ♡ ˓ 005 ꜜ ❁ 𝖺𝗌 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ┆. 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑳𝑶 ◗ ₊˚ 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖐𝖆 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖈 ⋆ ❜

❪ ៸៸ ✬ ❫. ━━ 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗟𝗢 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗢・raiva desenfreada 𖠵៸៸  !⠀ִֶָ

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀 a madeira dos degraus abaixo de seus pés; em uma ação breve, no entanto, ainda assim, isso não tornou seus passos menos audíveis para as poucas pessoas ao seu redor, tanto pela sua altura, quanto pela sua força. Isso sem falar da raiva que a mulher sentia no momento, especialmente por ter acabado de sair do escritório de Silco em silêncio, optando por se calar ao invés de soltar sua língua azeda para o seu chefe, sabendo que ele não a perdoaria duas vezes seguidas.

Ironicamente, quem havia feito merda na missão havia sido Jinx, mas era óbvio que tudo tinha que cair em cima dos ombros da lutadora, como se Sevika tivesse total controle sobre a mente completamente quebrada da adolescente de longos cabelos trançados diariamente.

Ainda que com os nervos à flor da pele, mais do que disposta a espancar a primeira pessoa que tivesse o azar de cruzar com o seu caminho naquela ocasião, a mais alta tentou controlar sua raiva desenfreada, e decidiu que iria descontar seus sentimentos na bebida pelas próximas horas, perdendo o olhar do grupo já conhecido espalhado sobre a mesa de sinuca, alguns do grupo parecendo um pouco ansiosos ao vê-la.

Sevika ignorou tudo e todos ao seu redor, se dignando apenas em se mover até o bar, sentando-se em uma das muitas cadeiras vazias ━━ graças ao Última Gota estar atualmente fechado àquela hora do dia ━━ sem qualquer delicadeza na ação, deixando transparente até mesmo em sua expressão corporal o quanto ela não estava com disposição para nenhuma gracinha naquele momento.

Sem qualquer surpresa, o barman da vez, Thieram, não fez perguntas desnecessárias como faria com outros clientes em busca de gorjetas. Apenas tremeu um pouco dos pés à cabeça ao ver o braço direito de Silco aparentar estar com o dia cheio e, se curvando por um momento, não demorou a colocar um copo na frente da mulher assustadora, já tendo conhecimento da bebida alcoólica que a mesma tinha preferência nesses dias.

No entanto, no segundo em que Thieram tirou a tampa da garrafa ainda lacrada de bourbon, o vidro foi tirado de suas mãos com uma facilidade beirando ao patético, mas não por Sevika como ele esperava que acontecesse, e sim por Ran.

Os olhos escuros do homem se cruzaram com os púrpura neon de Ran (por conta da luminosidade do local), contudo, nem mesmo sua cor fosca de marrom seria útil contra a indiferença nos olhos da mais baixa. E, com um breve aceno de queixo para o lado, Thieram nem sequer pensou duas vezes antes de simplesmente concordar baixinho com sua ordem silenciosa, se retirando no próximo segundo para fazer suas devidas coisas longe das duas mulheres perigosas.

Ran nem sequer sorriu ao observar o barman se afastar rapidamente, praticamente fugindo com o rabo entre as pernas como um covarde, apenas desviou o olhar para o balcão, colocando o líquido alcoólico no copo ainda vazio de Sevika sem pronunciar uma única palavra enquanto o fazia.

Quando o recipiente de vidro já se encontrava cheio o suficiente, a de cabelos pretos sentou-se ao lado da mais velha, com o corpo virado para a lutadora, apoiando um dos braços no balcão, com uma preguiça óbvia na simples ação.

Todavia, nem por demonstrar tal expressão corporal relaxada ela se tornava automaticamente menos intimidade. Certamente Sevika não se intimidou com isso, por mais que sentisse o olhar intenso de Ran sob seu corpo, tendo pleno conhecimento de que a mais baixa não havia a servido um copo de bourbon em busca de discutir consigo.

No entanto, o silêncio começou a incomodar Sevika, especialmente ao ver que a de cabelos escuros, mesmo se encontrando de boca fechada, ainda servia a bebida em seu recipiente, sem desviar o olhar de seu corpo. Mas quando a mais alta chegou ao quinto copo, sua voz áspera se fez presente; baixa, rouca, e deixando ainda mais transparente que ela não estava com saco para aturar dramas desnecessários:

━━ Se quer me perguntar algo, é melhor fazer de uma vez.

Surpreendente, o canto dos lábios de Ran moveu-se o suficiente para que um mínimo sorriso aparecesse.

━━ Quer jogar uma partida de cartas antes?

━━ Você sabe muito bem que eu não quero jogar porcaria nenhuma.

Um resmungo baixo e suave saiu da garganta da mais baixa ao ouvi-la, não se afetando com a grosseria gratuita da lutadora mais forte, nem sequer se ofendendo minimamente com tal tratamento.

Era como um tipo estranho de rotina para todos do grupo ━━ a maioria dos mesmos ainda se encontrava perto da mesa de sinuca no meio do bar ━━, principalmente nos dias em que Jinx ia junto de suas missões, sempre fazendo o humor antes indiferente (algumas raras vezes beirando ao relaxado quando a mulher acordava de bom humor) de Sevika se tornar azedo, amargo como limão em vista dos outros dias.

Esperando a segunda em comando beber mais alguns copos de sua bebida alcoólica favorita nesses dias, a mulher com uma franja cobrindo um dos olhos voltou a tentar tirar algo da maior:

━━ Aconteceu alguma coisa na missão? ━━ indagou de maneira suave, quase podendo chegar a indiferença se não fosse a sua curiosidade costumeira, mas também não querendo jogá-la com ansiedade na de cabelos presos.

Sevika, para a surpresa da outra mulher ainda apoiada confortavelmente sobre o balcão, resmungou audivelmente no próximo instante. Não para confirmar sua questão, tão pouco para mandá-la se calar como fazia com outros 'colegas de trabalho'; foi como se, por um único segundo, a lutadora deixasse toda a sua insatisfação do dia sair em sua voz para qualquer um ouvir. Isso foi o suficiente para a morena saber que, sim, havia acontecido algo além da discussão e a briga com Jinx.

O problema agora era descobrir o que, para que Ran soubesse como ajudar a sua superior a melhorar o humor, tendo conhecimento que em breve elas iriam até o bordel de Babette em conjunto no dia seguinte, e ter uma Sevika mal-humorada não era exatamente o seu maior desejo no momento.

Apesar disso, seu tempo pareceu chegar ao fim, assim como seu plano de relaxar a mais alta antes de qualquer outra coisa, já que, no próximo segundo, antes que a de cabelos escuros tivesse a chance de reagir, uma voz masculina fez-se presente no silêncio momentânea das duas:

━━ Pare de resmungar como uma criança rabugenta, Sevika, e fale algo com que podemos trabalhar.

Nem Ran, nem Sevika, fizeram questão de mover-se um único centímetro de seus queixos, sabendo que não havia o mínimo de necessidade de desviar o olhar para a voz, sabendo exatamente a quem a mesma pertencia sem precisar olhá-lo duas vezes.

Ainda assim, isso só serviu para reforçar o desgosto de Ran pela surpresa de ver o terceiro em comando de volta de sua missão tão cedo. E, embora seu aborrecimento não tenha aparecido em suas feições, ficou transparente em suas próximas palavras; a insatisfação em sua voz a denunciando.

━━ O que está fazendo aqui, Lock? Não tinha um carregamento para revisar?

━━ O chefe me chamou mais cedo graças ao teatrinho do demônio azul.

Uma risada abafada saiu das narinas da mulher com um braço mecânico, tal ação sendo o suficiente para chamar a atenção dos dois, estranhando tal coisa.

Ran deixou mais aparente ao levantar minimamente uma das sobrancelhas, embora graças a sua franja tampando a maioria de sua testa, isso não ficou exatamente à vista de possíveis olhos curiosos. E Lock se viu apertando as pálpebras em um ato invisível, se perguntando dentro de sua mente se isso era ruim o suficiente para ele deixá-las a sós, preferindo que Ran fosse o alvo da raiva desenfreada de Sevika.

No entanto, como sempre, a mulher com um dos membros modificados os surpreendeu quando apenas sorriu, claramente cínica sobre o que quer que estivesse em sua mente e, levando o copo de cristal até seus lábios, virou-o, tomando o resto do bourbon em um último gole, batendo o fundo do recipiente agora vazio na madeira, com força o suficiente para chamar a atenção de quem quer que estivesse prestando atenção, mas não o suficiente para quebrá-lo em centenas de pedaços.

━━ Temos um problema maior do que Jinx nesse momento.

Isso confundiu tanto Lock, quanto Ran em diversas formas diferentes, e isso ficou perceptível em suas expressões; nenhum deles esperava outro problema para solucionar nessa altura do campeonato, especialmente depois da burrada que a filha adotiva de Silco havia feito essa manhã, de novo.

Jinx já era um problema grande o suficiente para eles lidarem diariamente ━━ e de quebra ainda estar sempre presente na organização. O que poderia ser pior que uma adolescente propensa a surtos psicóticos?

━━ Que tipo de problema? ━━ Lock indagou, tentando entender com mais detalhes do que exatamente a segunda em comando estava se referindo.

O homem ainda tinha um resquício de esperança que tal empecilho fosse pequeno, o típico trabalho que em menos de três dias eles pudessem resolver, nem que fosse com o máximo de força bruta.

━━ O passarinho mentalmente instável irá perder seu posto de pior funcionário do mês por um tempo? ━━ Ran perguntou um pouco depois do homem mais alto, com um tom sarcástico o suficiente para fazer um pouco da raiva de Sevika diminuir, mas não completamente.

Deixando o copo vazio de lado, a mulher com um braço de metal virou-se de lado, ficando de frente para Ran, desviando por um segundo o olhar da mesma para olhar um Lock mais atrás da gótica de cabelos escuros com franja sob um dos olhos, notando a maneira como os dois estavam um pouco tensos, não parecendo tão confortáveis como esperado.

━━ Teoricamente falando, ela não é problema nosso. Ainda. ━━ A confusão em ambas as feições alheias aumentaram, agora ficando tão aparentes quanto a água filtrada de Piltover. ━━ Aquela mulher é um problema meu. E de Jinx.

A maneira como Sevika pronunciou o nome da adolescente de longos cabelos azuis foi dolorosa, como se falar o nome da mais nova fosse uma forma única de torturá-la, sem a necessidade de tocar em sua pele. Não precisava ser um gênio para notar o desprezo que a mulher mais alta tinha pela mais nova, nem sequer fazendo questão de esconder tal fato, nem mesmo na presença de Silco.

Apesar disso, tal desprezo só serviu para aumentar significativamente a diversão que a de cabelos mais curtos sentiu ao ouvir suas últimas palavras.

Ran fez o possível para segurar o sorriso irônico que quis escorregar por seus lábios pintados com um batom preto o melhor que pôde. Todavia, para sua cota de azar daquele dia, um resquício de diversão ainda se espalhou por seu rosto no próximo instante.

Sevika notou com facilidade a alegria no olhar da mais baixa. Se fosse qualquer outra pessoa assistindo tal ação, não veria nada de mais em sua expressão, mas a mais velha conhecia Ran a tempo suficiente para lê-la como um livro aberto. No entanto, a segunda em comando não se irritou com isso, já esperando ações parecidas vindo da mulher sádica, de qualquer forma.

━━ Você vai ter o desprazer de trabalhar com o demônio azul? ━━ Antes que pudesse controlar sua língua, a pergunta já havia saído por seus lábios, escorrendo como um verme. ━━ Boa sorte, porque você vai precisar pra caralho dessa vez.

Sevika simplesmente revirou os olhos ao ouvir, não afetada pelo humor da outra, optando por ficar em silêncio naquele momento, tentando pensar em formas de se livrar daquele trabalho o mais rápido possível.

Todavia, como já era de se esperar, Lock foi quem veio ao salvamento da lutadora  com um braço de metal, cortando o assunto com pouquíssimas palavras:

━━ Deixe a pobre mulher em paz, Ran. Ela já está tendo um dia ruim o suficiente. ━━ Deu dois tapinhas leves nas costas da mais baixa, fazendo-a entender que aquela não era hora para fazer piadas (embora provavelmente ainda havia muitas outras em sua língua furada). ━━ E Sevika, vamos jogar uma partida de sinuca, e eu não vou aceitar um não como resposta. Você precisa de uma vitória mais do que aqueles idiotas.

▌𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦 ❞

Pense numa dificuldade de mexer com os capangas do Silco, meu Odin do céu, nesse dia que escrevi o capítulo fiquei umas cinco horas sofrendo, tentando decidir personalidade e afins- não reclamando, mas já reclamando, né

Enfim! Mais uma vez sem Morgana aparecendo, porém, como sempre, nem isso torna o capítulo menos importante (o próximo é mais importante, mas isso não vem ao caso, shhhhhh

Antes que alguém diga sobre os pronomes de Ran (ela/eles) e que a personagem é não-binário eu quero deixar claro que essa é a minha maneira de escrever a personagem! Em alguns capítulos eu posso tentar abordar essas informações (até pesquisei como, porém não me ajudou muito), mas sinceramente eu sempre me perco ao tentar, e por isso achei mais fácil deixar assim. Peço desculpas caso isso deixe alguem desconfortável, mas infelizmente irá ficar assim, por conta de EU me sentir mais confortável escrevendo assim.

Ok! Deixamos isso de lado, vou me permitir cadelar a relação que criei entre a Sevika e a Ran. E antes que alguém shippe- essa fanfiction não é lugar pra isso (quem que eu tô tentando enganar? Super mexeria nessas duas, mas isso não vem ao caso agora, shhhhh)

Aqui essas duas são apenas amigas! E eu estou decidindo ainda o que fazer com os outros capangas do Silco (inclusive, se alguém souber o nome do resto, tirando o Dustin, eu tô aceitando ideias! Um sofrimento pra achar nomes bons pra eles, que meu Odin do céu-)

Enfim! Espero que tenham gostado do capítulo! Até o próximo!!

▌𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 ⵓ

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[yanderestarangel]

♡˚₊‧⁺˖ headcanons arcane — sevika x reader

— tw: soft!dom sevika, fluff, wife sevika, soft sex, praise kink, biting kink, hexstrap, fingering, dirty talk, marriage, mommykink, oral fixation, afab reader, eat out, dp, vibrators, breedkink, smut, anal, sub!reader, no pronouns used.

♡⁠┊Sevika is a caring companion, and even though her behavior is different when she is Silco's henchwoman, she has a soft spot for you and the life you two have built together. It wasn’t easy for her to accept her feelings for you. In the beginning, you two were just friends with benefits, and Sevika only enjoyed the sex you had. She would get bored and think. "At least I don't have to pay for someone else at the brothel." She knew it was a horrible thought and was ashamed of having such a selfish mentality. This would be a secret she would keep forever and take to the grave—she would never hurt you by admitting what she thought before developing feelings.

♡⁠┊ As time went on, she gave in to the feelings that persistently warmed her heart and soul. Your smile was the first thing to make her blush—and she hadn’t even thought that was possible. She had always been so controlled and objective that it genuinely shocked her to feel the overwhelming need to have you by her side 24/7. Soon, the word "passion" echoed through her mind like a haunting melody. She found you more addictive than the nicotine that coursed through the cigarettes she smoked.

♡⁠┊Before long, what started as "friends with benefits" naturally evolved into "lovers."

♡⁠┊There was a Sevika before you and a Sevika after you. She had never been the kind of woman who worried about getting home or keeping track of dates. Her life revolved around late nights in the casino’s accounting department, playing poker, grabbing meals from nearby vendors, and caring little about commitments that didn’t involve Silco.

♡⁠┊But after you came into her life, she started making an effort to be an acceptable girlfriend. At first, the change in routine felt strange to her. The loud music she once thrived on was replaced by soft conversations with you about each other's day, accompanied by chaste smiles. She even found herself helping you in the kitchen—passing ingredients and stealing glances at you, looking so adorably domestic to her. Adorable as hell, she’d think, trying to hide the silly smile that crept onto her lips as you continued chatting about your day while she was at work.

♡⁠┊Everyone noticed how much the "big mama" had changed. She was still the tough, no-nonsense woman everyone knew, but there was a new spark to her—a contentment, as if she were finally 100% happy with herself. She began taking better care of herself, and though she wouldn’t admit it outright, she loved when you noticed the little changes she made. A new hairstyle, a fresh haircut, a different lipstick or gloss, or even a change in the eyeshadow she wore—your compliments made her day. "Do you like it? Thank you... I decided to look prettier for you, baby." she’d say with a soft smile, handing you a bouquet of your favorite roses before pulling you into a tight hug. She’d carry you inside, ready to spend hours talking with you, only for the evening to melt into passionate kisses on the couch.

♡⁠┊Sevika expresses her love through acts of service and heartfelt compliments. She’ll do anything to make you comfortable. Though she never imagined sharing her home with anyone, she started taking better care of the space for your sake. When you can’t handle the household chores, she steps in without hesitation—bringing you breakfast in bed and lingering for a moment to make sure you’re okay—"Let me know if you need anything; I’ll come running." she says protective, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead and giving you one last look before leaving the house. Her presence is felt throughout the streets in her actions and reputation, but no matter where she goes, her mind always drifts back to you.

♡⁠┊The marriage proposal came naturally to Sevika. You two had been living together for a while, and she knew without a doubt that you were her great love. At forty, she had no patience for games anymore—it was all or nothing. You were lying in bed when the moment came. "We've been together for a while, right? How about we make things official? Me, you, a nice wedding..." she began, her words a little hesitant as she reached into the drawer with her mechanical arm, pulling out a beautiful red velvet box. She opened it quickly, revealing two rose gold rings. She had carefully chosen a design that suited both of you, seeking help to find the perfect pair. In the end, the cost didn’t matter—it was worth every penny. "You know I love you more than anything. Will you marry me, angel face?" Sevika finally asked, her voice filled with sincerity as she held the ring engraved with her name and gently slipped it onto your finger. It was a simple proposal, shared in the intimacy of your bedroom on an ordinary weekday. Yet, for Sevika, it became an extraordinary moment—a day that would forever hold a sweet place in her heart, the day you said yes and accepted her as your wife.

♡⁠┊Your wedding was simple, just as Sevika had suggested. Money was tight, so she proposed a civil ceremony at the registry office, followed by a quiet picnic in the park where you could spend the day together. She wore a black suit, sharp yet understated, and happily let you make flower crowns for both of you to wear. Lying with her head resting on your thighs, she spoke softly about your future plans, weaving dreams of the life you’d build together. She promised that once your financial situation improved, she’d throw you a grand ceremony—regardless of whether you told her it wasn’t necessary.

♡⁠┊ "Don’t talk nonsense, sweetie. Just wait until I have some good money, okay? Mama's here will give you everything you deserve. Those weddings for rich people are really expensive." she’d say with determination, her voice firm yet tender. As you played with her hair, she smoked leisurely, her gaze alternating between the sky and you. "Just wait for the money to come in, okay? I promise things will get better for us, one day..." she murmured, exhaling smoke through her nose. Sevika didn’t know exactly when things would change for the better, but she held tightly to hope and faith. Until then, she gave you all the love and support she had, pure and unwavering. For her, it wasn’t about the money—it was about showing you, in every way she could, just how much you meant to her.

♡⁠┊And this romanticism transforms into touches of heat on your honeymoon. Sevika adores you as if you were a deity, laying you down on the bed and kissing every inch of your skin. She gently removes the clothes you wore at the wedding, whispering sweet words that send shivers through both of you: "I've waited so long for this, honey... I love you so much it hurts." She kisses your belly, trailing down to your intimacy, leaving soft kisses over your still-clothed pussy. Pushing aside the already damp fabric, she presses her nose against your clit.

♡⁠┊"I will always adore you. You are my world, my most precious thing in this life..." Her green eyes shine as they meet yours, and she carefully removes your panties, returning to kiss the inside of your thighs. Finally, her full lips meet your cunt, a hoarse grunt escaping her as she closes her eyes, savoring your taste. It doesn’t take long for her to lose herself in you, a comfortable heat blooming within her as you pull her hair and rub your hips against her face. Both of her hands hold you firmly in place while the older woman pushes her tongue into your hole, fucking you slowly and savoring every moment of your essence.

♡⁠┊She would slide two fingers inside you, making you feel every inch as they filled and caressed your spongy walls, drawing you tighter around her touch. "Do you want a third finger, darling? Are you that needy, huh? You're making me so proud... Taking me so well." she whispers with a teasing grin. When she adds a third finger, the sensation is overwhelming—you've never felt so full in your entire life. Her tongue lavishes attention on every inch of your bundle of nerves, her lips and tongue working in harmony to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your wife becomes utterly pussy drunk, grunting in excitement as she urges you to give her more of your juices, moaning for you like it’s her greatest pleasure. She doesn’t stop until she makes you squirt, her relentless mouth and fingers ensuring her face is soaked. "Fuck... Holy hell, my angel. You should see your face right now, you know?" she murmurs with satisfaction, wiping some of your wetness from her face with the back of her hand. Her fingers drip with your essence, the sight so erotic it leaves her wet and desperate to make you cum over and over, determined to keep you crying out for her all night long.

♡⁠┊She quickly searches for the strap-on she bought especially for that night—one designed with two attachments for double penetration. The second dildo was crafted for anal play, a vibrating device made of the same material as her mechanical arm. Sevika chose this because she didn’t want to use her arm directly on you, knowing its hard, metallic structure might hurt you. Instead, she always finds creative ways to surprise you, just like tonight.

Carefully, she prepares your body. Her skilled fingers, warm tongue, and plenty of lubricant ensure that both your holes are ready for her. Once you’re comfortable, she lines up the dual-function strap-on, slowly impaling you with precision and care. Her hips move in tandem with the vibrations from the anal dildo, creating an overwhelming wave of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

"Shit, baby, look at this—wet as fuck... You're so greedy, always asking for more. My fuck toy holes are never satisfied, huh?" she teases, her voice low and dripping with desire. She slides two fingers into your mouth, coaxing you to suck on them while she fucks you slowly, savoring every moment. Sevika holds back her own orgasm, her pussy aching and dripping between her muscular thighs as she watches you, beautifully open and writhing for her. Her restraint only heightens her desire, every movement and sound you make driving her wild as she focuses on bringing you to heights of unimaginable ecstasy.

♡⁠┊Sevika activated the function to release a hot liquid from the strap-on, similar to semen. It was a type of hot, translucent lubricant designed to stimulate you and feed her fantasies of shaping your body. "That's it... love, I want to get pregnant so much, you know? You're going to look so beautiful full of my cock. Moan for mommy, moan loudly." she moaned hoarsely, biting your shoulder and making you bite hers too. It was a fair exchange; you would mark her, and she would do the same. She slapped you hard on the ass, moving her hips back and forth quickly while holding your neck and joining your lips in a kiss that mixed your moans. Her breasts pressed against yours, making both your nipples hard as she went harder, finally making you squeeze the silicone cock as the hot artificial liquid rewarded you, leaking from your holes and leaving you dizzy with the specially made substance. "I love you so much... you are mine forever..." Sevika gasped, resting her head on your breasts, kissing the soft flesh and biting gently as she pulled out of you.

♡⁠┊After the mess, she will clean you up and give you a bath, along with herself, not letting you fall due to your legs being weak from the orgasm. She dresses you in one of her loose blouses and puts clean sheets on the bed, placing you to lie in her strong arms, giving you a kiss on the forehead, sighing, also tired, but satisfied. "Go to sleep, so when you wake up, I'll still be here to enjoy our honeymoon." Sevika promises, calming you down as she waits for you to fall asleep so she can rest peacefully. It was a small new beginning among so many others, but she swore to herself to always make you happy, and the moon was the witness to that, bathing the two of you in silver on that night of peace and love—everything you needed, everything she needed, and now, there was you."

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[yearningandstillnotlearning]

so like ive never written smut and my writing is way different than any ive seen so i did some practice. and i expect feedback. 🧍‍♀️plus this isn’t about sm1 specific imagine it as you like

warnings(?): some pwp for the fuck of it, suggestive, sadomasochism, knife kink :3c, just a little sumsum

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cold. so cold.

shivers down your spine making you feel like a scared cat, if you could focus on that look on her face you’d think you also look like one.

a half smile, bent brows, so many emotions flowing in and out the current of your faces right in front of each other.

eyes don’t meet, lips don’t speak, breathing unmatched and trembling feet.

sound of clothes ripping interrupt the heavy breathing and unstoppable thinking

“you’re doing so good,” all in one sigh

no matter how wide your eyes are, you cannot see anything anywhere, yet she can see everything, even if you’re not speaking, she can hear every thought and choked word.

eyes on the hand

that hand that holds the knife

face flushed, legs weak, but you’re already laying down, how much lower can you go?

your hands gripping on your skirt are more prone to bleeding than your knife-teased neck

“do you not have trust in me?”

those eyes, so soft-bent, so shiny. you know they’re not sincere, their shine matches the knives and they look like they can break you.

[justsomeoneisfrom]

[imaginaryttowns]

Eau D'bedroom Dancing - Sevika x fem!sexworker!OC ☆ = NSFW

Sevika is bored one night in the Last Drop, bored beyond belief. Hopefully, a new customer with a pretty face can help her pass the time. But mindless fun will never be either of these women's strong suits.

ch.1 "First Impressions" (ao3 link)

(a/n: timeline-wise, these first chapters i publish will be taking place pre-robbing of jayce's apartment.)

(a/a/n: y'all will never catch me glorifying or sexualizing sex work in my writing, just so you know. sex work is not a cute little fetish and sevika is not really a 'john' in this fanfiction despite my OC being a sex worker. there will be strong themes around the struggle and trauma there is in working in that field further down the line. i have a strong dislike for fanfictions that employ prostitution "fetishes" or similar themes. fuck outta here if you're looking for that basically)

[dearaur0ra]

one

young silco x fem!oc

tw- dark themes, mentions of death, blood, violence

prologue ao3 masterlist next

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the tips of my fingers dig into my brow, pressing deep as i try to push back the throb threatening to split my skull. the ache clings to my vision, clouding everything with its steady pulse. a few stray strands of hazel hair fall from the messy knot i put together earlier, blocking what little light’s left.

a knock rattles through the quiet, sharp and insistent. my jaw tightens, my gut already sinking. sevika. i don’t need to hear her voice to know what’s coming. demands, threats, maybe both. another round of pressure, another round of problems i didn’t sign up for.

with a groan, i drag myself upright. the chair screeches across the floor as i push away from it, the sound scraping at the edges of my patience.

the apartment feels colder than usual, empty in a way that claws at my chest. doesn’t matter how many times i rearrange the furniture or change the paint—nothing’s ever really different. old habits run deep.

the knock turns to a pound, heavy and relentless, vibrating through the walls. “mercy! open up!” the voice is sharp, frantic. i don’t even need to guess who it is.

i hesitate, fingers hovering over the door handle. for a second, the weight of it presses into me like a reminder i’m not who i used to be, but i twist the knob anyway.

the door creaks open, and she’s there—eyes wide, hands shaking, her breath coming too fast. felisha bumps into me as she storms past, her shoulder knocking into mine, as if she expects me to move out of her way.

“...and hello to you too,” i mutter under my breath, following her inside and shutting the door behind us.

her chest heaves as she spins to face me, her voice low but urgent. “i’m royally fucked.”

“do tell,” i reply, the words slow but sharp. i cross the room toward her, the distance between us filled with unspoken tension. there’s something in the way she stands—too stiff, too tense—that tells me this isn’t just another bad day.

she takes a shuddering breath, fingers running through the dark roots of her purple hair. her eyes flicker, like she’s weighing something heavy. “i can’t say yet. not… not just yet.” the words hang in the air, thick with the promise of something much worse to come.

“lis-,” i start, my eyes pleading with exhaustion, the weight of a hundred sleepless nights pressing against me. vander and silco might have brokered deals with a few of the smaller rebel factions, trying to find others who share their hopeful vision for the future of zaun. good for them, i guess. but they're not the ones hunched over their kitchen table at all hours, sorting through endless piles of letters, playing at diplomacy. they’re not the ones answering to everyone. i am.

“i know, merce, just—“ she cuts herself off, hands flailing in frustration, like she’s trying to force the words out, but they’re caught somewhere deep inside. whatever this is, it can wait. it has to wait.

“look, it’s late, and i’m busy. can this wait until morning?” the words spill out sharper than i meant, rough with the sting of exhaustion. it’s in my tone, evident in the way i barely control the edge in my voice.

her eyes shift, the way they settle on the mess in the room—clothes thrown across the floor, the disarray of another long day i couldn’t be bothered to tidy. she hesitates, as if weighing the distance between us. “i shouldn’t have barged in like that, i-“

i cut her off with a wave of my hand, the gesture dismissive but soft, a shield for something i don’t want to admit. “nonsense. it’s alright. i was just—surprised. that’s all.”

she steps closer, eyes narrowing as she takes a good look at me. the changes are there, in the hollowed cheekbones, the pale skin, the deep shadows under my eyes. sleep’s been a stranger to me for so long now, it feels like i’m living in a world of perpetual twilight.

“oh mercy...” she sighs, her hand rising, brushing gently against my cheek. the warmth of her touch feels too intimate, too right in a world that’s turned so cold. i flinch, just barely.

“get some sleep,” she says, her voice softer now, like she’s trying to hold onto me, to steady me before i break.

i close my eyes for a moment, leaning into her touch, letting the warmth of her hand seep into my skin, even as the exhaustion crashes over me. “if you insist,” i mumble, my voice thick, drowsy, as if i could just drift away right here, in the quiet of her presence.

she pulls her hand away, brushing past me to stand at the door. she pauses, looking back at me, that knowing smile flashing across her face. “tomorrow. last drop?” the question is light, casual, but there’s something deeper there. something that lingers.

a smile tugs at my lips, despite myself. i nod, watching her flash her teeth at me, that familiar spark in her eyes.

the door creaks open, and she’s gone, leaving the apartment colder than before. her absence is like ice creeping in, crawling over the floorboards, wrapping around me like a second skin. the burn of her touch still lingers on my cheek, warm against the chill of everything else.

i stare at the door for a long moment, willing myself to move. to do something. anything. the apartment feels too big now, too quiet. the dark corners mock me, the silence echoes.

i drag myself toward the lavatory, trying to rinse away the weight of the day. clean my face. brush my teeth. but nothing feels real without her here, the warmth of her presence fading with each step.

my bed calls to me from the center of the bedroom, a cold refuge that promises nothing but emptiness.

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my days don't follow clocks; they follow tasks. today’s agenda is as follows: deliver letters to various important people, meet with our informant topside, visit welsh, and finally, drink.

the first task goes smoothly enough. a curt knock here, a quick exchange there—packages and letters tucked into rough hands without much ceremony. every message carries weight I’ll be burdened with by fully knowing, but that’s just the job.

the meeting with the informant is similarly brief. topside is always a gamble; the air’s a little too clean, and the gazes a little too sharp. the informant—a slick man with a grin like oil—passes me a folded paper and a string of cryptic information, containing our next job. i nod, tuck it into my coat, and head back to where the air tastes like metal and home.

the house comes into view, that same faded red door hanging on its hinge. it’s as though it hasn’t aged a day, even though everything else feels older, heavier. the sound of my boots scuffing the worn step echoes as i knock lightly, hesitating just long enough to steady my breathing.

welsh opens the door. his crutch clicks against the wooden floor as he leans into the frame, his lips curling into a grin. “well, well, look who finally decided to pay a visit.”

i smirk, brushing past him into the warm, cluttered familiarity of the house. “what can i say? busy saving the world.”

welsh chuckles, stepping aside to let me in fully. “come on. don’t get cocky.”

the house feels like stepping into an old memory. the faint scent of stew simmers in the air, mingling with the chaos of mismatched furniture and piper’s scribbled drawings stuck to the walls. it’s a stark contrast to my apartment—lively, crowded, lived-in. i hate how it makes my chest ache, like i’ve betrayed it by leaving. like i've betrayed everyone by leaving.

i glance over my shoulder as welsh limps back to his seat by the fireplace. the crutch clatters against the chair as he sits, leaning back with a wince he tries to hide. his leg is still bandaged—stiff and swollen under the wrap.

“leg giving you trouble again?” i ask, nodding toward it.

he shrugs, nonchalant. “just the usual. you know, nothing a good drink wouldn’t fix.”

i snort, settling onto the edge of a battered armchair nearby. “careful. mom’ll start watering down the whiskey again if you keep drinking through it.”

welsh laughs, the sound filling the room in a way that warms my heart. its a pleasure to hear it, after so long. “as if she doesn’t already. so, how’s life up in that little hideout of yours? still lonely as hell?”

i force a smile, shrugging. “it’s quiet. good for focus.”

his eyes narrow slightly, as though he’s not buying it. he's always been able to read me, better than anyone, i think. “quiet, huh? sounds miserable.”

“it’s fine, really,” i say, brushing it off. “how’s piper?”

“she’s good. out with kerman right now, probably terrorizing the markets.” his grin fades slightly, his tone softening. “she misses you, though. you should come by more.”

i glance down at my hands, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “yeah. maybe.” the guilt is back, weighing heavy on my heart again. now, more than ever, i am starting to doubt this is all worth it. if zaun is just a dream we are chasing to get our minds off the horror we call life. I hope not, truly. if we are right, and life was fair, my brothers would still be here.

the room falls quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire. welsh leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his eyes flicker over me. “alright, mercy. spill. what’s eating at you?”

“nothing,” i say quickly, too quickly. i fumble for a distraction, pointing at the bandages on his leg. “i was gonna ask how you’re holding up after—”

his gaze sharpens, cutting me off. “don’t do that. don’t deflect.”

damn him. i try to hold it together, to smile and laugh it off like i tend to always do in situations like these, but his eyes don’t leave mine. they’re searching, waiting. my throat tightens.

“mercy,” he says, softer now. “talk to me.”

the words are like a crack in the dam. before i can stop myself, my face crumbles, and everything i’ve been holding back spills out all at once. my shoulders shake, and i bury my face in my hands, the tears coming hot and fast.

welsh is out of his chair in an instant, dropping his crutch and pulling me into a hug. his arms wrap around me, solid and warm, grounding me as i sob into his shoulder. “hey, hey,” he murmurs, his voice steady. “it’s okay. let it out.”

“i—i should’ve been here for you guys,” i choke out, my voice breaking. “if i hadn’t left—if i’d stayed—”

“stop,” welsh says firmly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “none of this was your fault.”

“i keep seeing them,” i whisper, the memories flashing behind my closed eyes. “-and the collapse, the dust, the—” my voice falters, and i clutch him tighter. “rey and roese—they didn’t deserve that.”

“no one there did,” welsh says quietly, his own voice thick with emotion. “but you can’t carry it all, mercy. you’ll break under the weight.”

the words hit hard because they’re true. i’ve been trying to hold everything together—living alone, taking on responsibilities that don’t belong to me, running from the guilt that follows me like a shadow.

i pull back slightly, wiping at my face with trembling hands. “i just... i miss them.”

“i know,” welsh says, his eyes glistening as he rests a hand on my shoulder. “i miss them too.”

the fire crackles softly, filling the silence between us. for a moment, we just sit there, the weight of shared grief hanging in the air. it doesn’t feel lighter, but it feels less lonely. and that, at least, is something.

—

the chill of the night bites at my skin as i step out of the house, pulling my coat tighter around me. the sky above zaun is a dull, muted haze, a few faint stars managing to pierce through the gloom. the familiar route to the last drop stretches ahead, but it feels longer tonight, heavier. each step drags with the weight of the conversation i just left behind.

my chest tightens as i picture their faces, burned into my memory like the ghost of a photograph. rey’s sharp wit, always two steps ahead, the way he could make even the worst situations seem manageable. roese’s laugh, light and clear like wind chimes, a sound that could brighten even the darkest days.

and now they’re gone.

my boots scuff against the uneven cobblestones, the sound muffled by the hum of distant machinery. the air smells of oil and smoke, thick with the life of the undercity. i try to focus on it, on anything to keep my mind from spiraling, but the images won’t stop coming.

the collapse. the dust. their voices calling out, swallowed by the chaos.

my throat tightens as i blink back tears. i tell myself to stop, to keep it together, but the ache won’t let me go. my vision blurs as a single tear slips free, trailing down my cheek. i swipe at it quickly, as if the act of wiping it away can erase the feelings that caused it.

months, and yet the pain feels as raw as it did the day i lost them. i believe it now, that we are fighting for something. safer environments for our workers, a fairer wage, a place to feel safe. i wonder if they had felt safe in the mines before it had collapsed, i wonder if they felt any pain, or if they called for help.

i stop in my tracks, my hands trembling as i press them into my coat pockets. their faces flash in my mind again, but this time it’s different—less vivid, more faded. like they’re slipping away, piece by piece. a part of me hates that. another part is terrified by it.

because if i lose them in my mind, what’s left?

i force myself to keep walking, my boots striking the ground harder now, as though the motion alone can push me forward. the lights of the last drop come into view, the familiar neon sign casting a faint glow against the surrounding darkness. the sight should bring some kind of comfort, but tonight, it just feels hollow.

a shaky breath escapes me as i pause just short of the entrance, my eyes tracing the glowing letters. i reach up, brushing the dampness from my cheeks before anyone inside can see. no one needs to know how close to breaking i am. not here, not now.

my hand grips the handle of the tavern door, the worn wood cold beneath my fingers. i draw in a deep breath, steadying myself before pushing it open. the creak of the hinges is almost drowned out by the noise inside—the rumble of conversations, the clinking of glass, the muffled thrum of music that fills the air like a living thing. it’s the kind of noise that wraps around you, pulls you into its pulse. i step inside, the heat of bodies pressing against me, the smoky air thick with the scent of burning wood and spilled liquor. the tavern feels alive—chaotic, messy, but familiar. a place for the lost and the broken, where the weight of the world can be forgotten, if only for a few hours. just how we'd dreamed of.

my eyes scan the room, landing on the familiar slim figure hunched over the bar. his sharp profile cuts through the haze of conversation, his focus fixed on the paper in front of him. i move through the crowd, weaving between bodies, the smell of sweat and booze clinging to my skin.

as i approach, vander’s eyes flick to me, a warm, welcoming smile spreading across his broad face. without a word, he grabs a glass and begins to fill it with something dark, something strong. the comforting clink of the bottle meeting glass cuts through the noise.

“tough night?” vander asks, his deep voice a soothing rumble beneath the cacophony. he gestures toward the empty barstool beside silco, who doesn’t seem to have noticed me yet.

“you could say that,” i murmur, dropping onto the stool with a sigh. my hand presses against my brow, the headache from earlier still lingering, dull and relentless.

i turn my head slightly, watching silco, who’s still absorbed in whatever he’s scribbling on his paper. his hair, tied back into a neat knot, frames his sharp features, his eyes hidden beneath the weight of his thoughts.

the sound of my voice cuts through the haze, and silco slowly lifts his gaze. his eyes, sharp and calculating, meet mine. there's that flicker of amusement, barely noticeable, before he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“you look like hell,” he observes, the words dripping with a quiet mockery, but there’s something almost affectionate beneath the surface.

vander laughs, the sound rich and easy, as he slides the filled glass in front of me. i don’t hesitate—grab the glass, take a long, slow sip. the burn of the liquor slides down my throat, a welcome sting against the fog of exhaustion in my mind.

“laugh it up,” i mutter, smirking, then lean back in my chair. “it's been a long day.”

silco raises an eyebrow, eyes flicking over the drink in my hand. “bit early for you, isn't it?” he says, his voice tinged with the same sharp amusement that laces his every word. his gaze lingers on the liquid sloshing in my glass as i set it back down on the bar. “you know, you're not the only one with problems, mercy.”

“problems,” i repeat, chuckling dryly. “i’m sure we all have our fair share.”

the low murmur of conversation swirls around us, but it feels distant now. here, in this space, the world outside doesn’t matter. it's just us—vander, the giant with a heart too big for his own good, silco, the enigma with eyes that see everything, and me, caught somewhere in between.

i take another sip, savoring the burn. the alcohol’s warmth starts to spread through my chest, chasing away the last of the cold that’s settled in my bones. for a moment, the noise of the tavern becomes a dull hum, like the world’s slipping into a quieter space where nothing matters but the moment.

vander leans back, folding his arms across his chest. his eyes glint with something close to concern, but it's masked by his usual easy smile. “what’s on your mind, mercy? you’re a long way from home.”

silco doesn’t speak, but his gaze sharpens, flicking to me as though he’s waiting for something—an answer, a hesitation. he knows when I’m hiding something, when I’m trying to keep the weight of it from spilling out.

“everything's falling apart, vander,” i murmur, my voice low, almost lost under the hum of the tavern. “deals are being brokered in the shadows, things are shifting, and i feel as if I can't keep up. i don’t know where i fit into it anymore.”

there’s a beat of silence, then vander’s hand comes down on the bar, firm but steady. “you fit in here, mercy. you always have.”

the words hit harder than i had expected, and i swallow them down, letting the familiar comfort of the tavern settle over me. though, my expression fills of doubt, “everything I do is for them, i only worry if i sacrifice too much, my mother will be left with one less child.”

silco’s eyes remain cold, but there’s something there—a flicker of understanding, of recognition. maybe he feels it too, the shift in the air. the tension that’s been building, not just between us, but in the very bones of zaun. “we all have our place,” silco says quietly, his voice measured, but there’s an edge to it. "whether we like it or not."

i glance at him, meeting his gaze, and for the first time tonight, i feel like we might be on the same page. the air between us crackles with something unspoken, something heavy.

a low laugh escapes my throat, almost bitter. "great. just what i need—more responsibility."

vander snorts, then pours himself a drink. “more like a headache,” he mutters, his usual grin returning. “but hell, you've survived worse.”

—

the hours slip by unnoticed, the tavern slowly emptying out as the night stretches on. the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations fade, leaving behind the murky hum of the few still lingering. vander and silco’s voices become the only constant in my ears, the ebb and flow of our conversation shifting from idle chatter to the weightier things we’re too tired to ignore.

vander pours another round, his hands as steady as ever. the low light carves shadows into his face, his solid frame seeming even larger in the dim glow. he’s a calming anchor, unshaken. silco, by contrast, cuts a sharper figure, his sharp eyes darting, never still, like he’s always a step ahead of whatever’s coming.

“i don’t trust him,” silco says, his voice low and cold, each word deliberate, like they weigh more than they should. the air between us tightens, the room seeming smaller. “too many inconsistencies.”

i glance down at the slip of paper our informant passed me earlier, scanning it for whatever flaws silco sees. “he was right last time,” i offer, not ready to let go of the lead just yet.

silco’s gaze cuts to me, unyielding. “last time doesn’t matter. i trust my instincts, and they’re telling me he’s compromised.”

“noted,” vander rumbles, his voice calm but firm as he wipes down the bar. he doesn’t look up, but the weight of his presence settles over the space, grounding us. the silence that follows feels heavy, like the air itself is pressing in.

i sigh, more tired than frustrated. “fine. then you find the next one. i’m done chasing ghosts.”

silco doesn’t miss a beat. “i will.” his tone is clipped, final, as he turns his attention back to his notes.

the conversation drifts, the quiet becoming more pronounced, the steady hum of the city outside settling into a soft but oppressive backdrop. the muffled sounds of footsteps on cobblestones outside catch my ear just before the door swings open, and the familiar jingle of the bell rings above it, snapping me from my thoughts. I glance up, half-expecting a round of trouble, but instead, it’s her. felicia.

her presence fills the room with a breath of fresh air, like a gust of wind that sweeps away the dust. the warmth of the tavern seems to brighten just a little as she strides in, grinning, eyes already scanning the dim corners of the room. her steps are light, carefree, and when she spots us, her smile widens—mischief dancing in her eyes, like she knows something we don’t.

“was starting to think you weren't going to make it,” i mutter, watching her glide over to the jukebox, her hands already working the machine without hesitation.

“didn’t think you’d make it at all,” she calls back over her shoulder, her voice warm, teasing, a little lilt to it as she slides a coin into the jukebox. her fingers flick the switch, and soon the soft strains of music fill the air—a nostalgic tune that somehow seems to soften the edges of the room.

vander clears the bartop of glasses, washing and rinsing them with a steady rhythm. as he dries yet another glass, he looks up at felicia by the jukebox. “what's the occasion?” he asks, his voice rough but affectionate, as he places the glass down to pick up another.

“can’t a lady just be in the mood for a familiar song?” she quips, a smile dancing on her lips.

“not this lady, and not this song.” vander chuckles, shaking his head as he moves to fill fresh glasses.

i look back to felicia, her body swaying effortlessly to the music. there's something soothing about the way she moves, like she belongs here, like she belongs with us. her steps lead her back to the bar, her eyes gleaming as she meets vander’s gaze. it's a look that's both teasing and comfortable—like they've known each other too long for anything less.

she props herself up beside me, her hand reaching for one of the glasses vander just filled. the bar seems to glow in the low light, and despite the minimal crowd, there's an energy here. a warmth that fills my chest and reminds me that—yes, it's been a long year, and yes, I'm exhausted—but in this moment, it's all worth it. surrounded by people I love. all we do is fight, but tonight, we're reminded of why we fight.

felicia turns to me, her eyes flicking between vander and silco, the faintest spark of amusement in them. “tonight, a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community, became a reality.” she smiles, raising her glass to clink with vander’s.

i smile back, reaching over to hand silco his glass. he nods in thanks, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than it should. vander, ever the tease, laughs.

“tonight, huh? you hear that, bozo two? we made it, we're done." his grin is wide, but there's something in his eyes—a flicker of pride, of relief.

silco takes his glass, meeting ours with a small but genuine smile, the faintest curve of his lips. “oh, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m bozo one.” he says, and for just a second, I almost forget everything else.

vander raises his right hand in toast. “a night of revelations.” he says, before taking a deep, slow sip of his drink.

everyone smiles, sipping in time, when felicia’s voice cuts through the soft music. “I’m knocked up,” she announces with a grin, leaning against the counter. it’s so casual, so unbothered, that it takes a moment for the words to land.

vander, silco, and I exchange looks of confusion. it's only a moment, but it feels like a brief hesitation in time.

without a word, vander fills a fresh glass with juice, pulling her empty one away with a quiet, protective gesture. the room is still, save for the gentle hum of the song, and his unspoken care speaks louder than anything he could say.

“a girl,” felicia predicts, leaning into the counter, taking the glass greedily. she sips, eyes flicking to each of us in turn, a hint of something softer behind her words.

vander leans on the bar, still looking at her with that unshakable steadiness. “how do you know?”

felicia shrugs, striking the juice with the straw, but there’s a vulnerability in her expression, one she tries to mask with bravado. “wasn’t really part of my plan, but... guess that’s everything when you’re living week to week.”

silco sets his notebook down with a soft thud, the pen dropping with finality. he stands, his hand brushing my shoulder as he passes, the briefest squeeze making my pulse stutter before he moves to lean next to felicia, his presence close, but not overwhelming.

“what did connel say?” vander asks, tilting his head as he studies felicia. there’s a bond there, a history that none of us could ever quite fully understand, but we don’t need to.

“I haven’t told him yet,” she breathes out, a forced enthusiasm that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “still working up the nerve.” her voice falters, just for a second, before she steadies it again.

silco shifts his weight, leaning closer to the bar, his eyes flicking over felicia and vander before locking onto mine. the briefest of smiles plays on his lips, a look that's as unreadable as ever, but there's something behind it—something like understanding. like he's always understood.

felicia sighs, one hand reaching up to massage her neck, her thumb rubbing the back of it like she's trying to soothe away the nerves. “I don’t know anything about kids,” she scoffs, the humor in her tone masking the uncertainty there. “I get sweaty, being alone with one.”

vander cuts in gently, a smile in his voice. “hey. you’re gonna be a great mother.”

his words are simple, but they settle over her like a promise, and she meets his gaze with something soft—vulnerable, even.

“shut up, I’m not really for that,” she grumbles, but it’s a friendly tease. “i started trying to come up with a name, and it hits me—this one word is a decision she’s gonna live with her whole life.”

“i can't protect her from all the shit down here, and work out how to be a parent at the same time. then I realized,” she takes a slow breath, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “i don’t have to.”

i swallow another sip, looking at her with a soft curiosity. “why’s that?” i ask, the question more for myself than anyone else.

“because the second i told you,” she grins, a playful glint in her eye. “i put you on the hook. you three are gonna figure the zaun thing out. I don’t care if you have to carve it out of the bedrock, covered in blisters. you’re not allowed to fail anymore. for her. for me.”

vander raises a brow, his lips curling into a fond, knowing smile. “what’s the point if we can’t raise an ankle-biter or two?”

there’s a moment of quiet laughter before silco meets my eyes, that unreadable smile still lingering. it’s a look that feels too intimate for this room, too unspoken. and for just a beat, everything else fades away.

he raises his glass once more. “to zaun, then, blisters and bedrock,” he proposes, his voice quiet but firm.

“blisters and bedrock,” vander repeats with a soft chuckle, as we all raise our glasses in agreement.

there’s a moment of quiet contemplation after, the soft music filling the gaps in our words, before vander, ever the sentimental one, looks up with a thoughtful expression. “i’ve always liked the name violet.”

—

the night air is cool as we step out into the street, the city's hum muffled beneath the weight of the sky. my footsteps are a little unsteady, the buzz of the drink still humming beneath my skin, but it feels good. right, even. the kind of comfortable warmth that comes from being around the people you care about, in a place where everything feels… a little more possible.

silco walks beside me, his silhouette looming against the flickering lanterns that line the street. there’s a stillness in his movements, like he’s in no rush, and something about the way he lingers at my side keeps the air between us charged—quietly, but undeniably so. every step, every breath, feels like a whisper of something that’s just out of reach.

i glance over at him, trying to gauge his mood. he's usually so unreadable, but tonight there's a softness in the way he holds himself, a warmth to his presence that’s almost… comforting. like he’s letting the walls come down, just a little. i wonder if it’s because of the drink, or if it’s because of tonight. maybe a little bit of both.

“you know,” i start, the words slipping out easier than i expect, “i never thought felicia would be the one to… well, announce something like that.”

there’s a faint, amused glint in silco's eyes, but his gaze is still fixed ahead. “you never do know with her,” he says, his voice low, almost tender. “she always keeps us on our toes.”

i chuckle, the sound a little unsteady. “yeah, she really does. but…” my words trail off for a moment, as i try to put my thoughts together. "i just… don't know if i can imagine her as a mother. not like that, anyway."

silco’s gaze shifts to me, his brow slightly furrowed, but there's no judgment in his expression—just that quiet, knowing patience that he always carries. “you're not alone.” he says, his voice steady and assuring.

i nod, feeling the weight of his words. my thoughts drift back to felicia, the way she held herself tonight. there was a strength to her, but there was also fear, an uncertainty beneath the bravado. it reminded me of myself, in some ways. reminded me of the people here—how we all keep pushing forward, even when we don’t know what we’re doing half the time.

“i just… i want her to be okay,” i admit, my voice a little quieter now. “she's always been there, you know? for me, for all of us. it feels like we owe her something more than just… existing down here.”

silco’s expression softens, his steps slowing just slightly, as if he's considering my words. then, after a pause, he says, “it’s more than that. we don’t owe her just survival. we owe her the chance to thrive.” his gaze flicks over to me, and for a moment, there’s something in his eyes—something that makes my heart beat a little faster, something deeper than just the conversation. “and maybe we can give her that. maybe we can give everyone that.”

i feel a flutter in my chest at his words. something in the way he says them, so quietly, like he’s not just talking about felicia. like he’s talking about all of us. about me.

“you sound like you’ve got a plan,” i tease, but even to my own ears, my voice is too soft. too knowing. i wonder if he can hear the shift in it.

he doesn’t smile, not fully. but there’s a faint curve of his lips, just enough to show a glimpse of what’s behind the carefully guarded walls. “perhaps i do,” he murmurs, the words barely a breath in the cool air. “but it’s not just about a plan. it’s about a chance. a chance to do something bigger than what we’ve been fighting for. something… lasting.”

his words hang in the air between us, quiet and heavy. i stumble slightly, the drink making my balance a little more fickle than usual, and silco’s hand shoots out to steady me. it’s a simple gesture, one he’s done countless times, but tonight it feels… different. there’s an intensity in his touch, as if he’s grounding me, holding me steady in a world that constantly seems to shift beneath our feet.

“hey, watch it,” he murmurs, though his tone is gentle, the edge of concern making it sound almost… affectionate.

i look up at him, my thoughts suddenly a little more scattered than before. “sorry. guess i’ve had a bit too much to drink,” i mutter, a laugh escaping me that’s a little too soft, a little too vulnerable.

“doesn’t bother me,” he says, his voice low and steady, and there’s something in the way he looks at me—something unspoken, something lingering. “you’ve been through a lot. we all have.”

the quiet between us deepens then, the streetlights casting long shadows on the ground, and for a moment, it feels like time slows. the world outside the two of us fades away, leaving only the soft rhythm of our footsteps and the steady presence of him beside me.

finally, i break the silence, the words slipping out before i can stop them. “what’s your plan, silco?”

he takes a breath, glancing sideways at me with an expression that’s both guarded and open, like he's deciding just how much to reveal. “my plan?” he repeats, almost thoughtfully. “to give this place a future. our future. something worth fighting for, not just surviving.”

the weight of his words hangs in the air like a promise, something more than just a casual statement. it feels like a commitment—like he’s asking me to believe in it with him.

i hesitate, my heart picking up speed in my chest. "you think we can do it?" i ask, quieter now, a little breathless.

there’s a long pause, where silco doesn’t speak, but the way he looks at me—like he’s considering me, truly seeing me—makes something in my chest tighten. finally, his voice cuts through the stillness.

“i don’t think we have a choice.”

and there it is—the same intensity in his voice that always makes everything feel real. like there’s no turning back from whatever path we choose. but in the same breath, it feels like a challenge. one i’m ready to take.

we walk a little further, the weight of our conversation lingering, neither of us willing to break the quiet just yet. the night feels endless, but in a good way—like it holds the promise of something new, something unknown. and with silco beside me, it feels like maybe, just maybe, we can finally carve out a place for ourselves in this city.

as we reach the door to my place, i glance at him one last time, the words nearly escaping before i can stop them.

“thanks,” i say, my voice soft as velvet. “for tonight.”

he nods, his gaze lingering on me just a moment longer than necessary, before he speaks in that low voice of his. “always.”

and with that, he turns, fading into the night, leaving me with the quiet warmth of the evening—and the weight of the future that we’ve only just begun to imagine.

—

1.5 YEARS FUTURE

in the recent months, things have been shifting-grinding against the edges of everything we've tried to build. fights are breaking out across the undercity, the echoes of rebellion rising like a storm cloud. i suppose you could blame us, for planting the seed of hope, for dreaming of something bigger, something better. but what's a world without hope? without the chance to change? without the dream that maybe, just maybe, things can be different?

the people, they feel it too. the fire burning beneath the surface. but not everyone shares our idea of peace. far too many are content to cower in the shadows, bound by invisible chains. they're afraid to fight for freedom, afraid to take the risks it requires to make things right. these are the ones who cause us the most trouble-the ones who think that silence and submission are safer than rebellion, than standing up for something.

things have changed since then, in ways that make it harder to breathe. what started as a handful of us has swelled into nearly all of the lanes. loyal and unyielding, kind people just trying to survive. the tension between us and the others grows, every day pushing us toward something we can't stop. it's been like this for months. they follow us now, because they believe in something—a dream they can't quite see, but they feel it. they want to believe.

the last drop, though... it's become home. more than just a refuge. it's a place where our found family gathers-vander, silco, felisha, benzo, sevika, and even the ones who aren't quite part of us but still fight for what we've built. it's where plans are made, dreams are shared, and even amidst the chaos, we find moments of laughter and camaraderie over drinks that taste too sweet in this bitter place. this, this is what life should be like.

we call it a democracy, a vision where the people have a say, where we listen to them and they listen to us. it's a perfect system-or so i tell myself. everyone wins. everyone has a part to play. but deep down, i know... not everyone wants to be a hero. not everyone is willing to fight, to risk their lives for this cause. and i can't blame them for that.

i sit at one of the booths inside now, the constant tapping of my pen against the wood almost rhythmic, like my thoughts. waiting. waiting for the plan. waiting for a message to tell us how we should fight back against the rising rebel group that thinks violence is the only language they understand. i hate it. i hate that we're forced into this corner where it seems like we're left with no choice but to meet force with force.

but the truth is, i don't want violence. i never have. it only leaves destruction in its wake, and no matter how much you tell yourself it's for the greater good, the harm never goes away. the wounds don't heal.

yet vander and silco have seemed to convinced themselves that it's the only way to show these rebels that the lanes are ours, that we won't be pushed around. they think it's the only way to keep the peace. but in the back of my mind, something tells me that the more we fight, the more we lose. the lanes aren't ours. not really. they belong to the people. zaun is a place for everyone, not just the ones with enough blood on their hands to claim ownership. it's a place where we don't have to fight. we shouldn't have to fight.

the door bursts open, and huck rushes in, his eyes scanning the pub before landing on me. there's a familiar urgency in his steps as he moves through the crowd, holding something tight in his hand. a plan, no doubt. i sit up straighter, trying to shake off the weight of the internal conflict l've been carrying.

i wave him over, my face softening as he makes his way to the table. his nervousness is clear, and he tries to hide it with a quick smile.

“got something for me?” i ask, my voice low, even though i already know the answer.

“oh! yes, here,” huck says, his hands shaking just enough to make the paper rattle. “vander says stay put, and they'll be back within the hour.”

i take the paper from him, my fingers brushing his. “thanks, huck. stay safe, alright?”

he nods, his relief visible in the way his shoulders relax, then turns to leave quickly, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud.

i watch him go, then turn my attention back to the paper in my hand. i fold it up, but my fingers linger on the edges of the creases. the music from the bar, faint in the background, feels like a distant hum against the storm building inside me. my heart races, but not from excitement, from worry.

i pull the paper back out again, my eyes scanning the words. something inside me twists, a knot tightening. a sense of unease settles low in my gut.

“shit.”

the words slip out before i can stop them. i close my eyes, trying to steady myself. this isn't the way i wanted things to go. we're fighting in the streets when i've always wanted peace. we're pushing forward into something bigger than we can control, and the consequences... they're already starting to pile up.

but l'm not sure if we can stop it anymore.

—

the night hung heavy over the lanes, a thick blanket of silence stretching across the streets. the usual hum of life had dwindled to a distant echo as the last rays of sunlight fought to hold onto the horizon, leaving behind the muted gray of twilight. the streets felt like they were holding their breath. as if waiting for something they couldn't name.

we hadn't planned for the night to take such a turn. the tension had been building for weeks, and despite the slow but steady growth of our ranks, there were still those who wanted to tear down what we'd built. and what we'd built, despite all odds, had become something strong.

i stayed seated at one of the booths inside the last drop, my eyes tracing the dark wood grain of the table. the flickering lights above cast soft shadows across the room, and the air inside was thick with the mingling smells of wet clothing, stale beer, and the lingering scent of something more desperate. a low hum of conversation filled the space, quieter than usual, as if the patrons were waiting for something too.

benzo and sevika had arrived first, and soon after, silco joined us—his sharp gaze never leaving the door as he took a seat, the weight of his presence undeniable. vander walked in last, his broad frame filling the doorway as he shook the rain off his coat. the usual comfort of being with family was replaced by a quiet, unspoken tension.

i could feel the heaviness in my chest, the conflict stirring within me. every word i said had been a battle of its own— one side urging for peace, the other pushing for strength. and that strength, the very thing that had kept us alive, was now the thing i feared most.

“where's felisha and connel?” benzo asked, his voice quieter than usual. he was looking at vander, a brow arched in curiosity.

vander hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking toward the floor. "they're safe," he said finally, his voice calm but firm. "felisha's at home, resting. connel's with her, making sure she's taken care of."

i knew what that meant-vander's decision to keep them out of the fighting wasn't just about keeping them safe. he was trying to protect them from the darker side of this life, the side we all knew too well. the side that made people lose themselves in the struggle.

“is she okay?” i asked, unable to keep the concern from creeping into my voice. felisha had been so strong during her first pregnancy, and i knew she wanted to be here, to help in any way she could. but vander had insisted she stay behind, and now with the threat escalating, it feels like the right decision.

vander gave a small nod. “they're both fine. we'll make sure it stays that way.” his gaze locked onto mine, his words carrying more weight than i wanted them to. “but you know we can't afford to risk their safety now. not when things are this close to the edge.”

i sighed, the weight of our situation pressing down harder than i could bear.

“we can't let them have the lanes,” sevika said, breaking the silence, her tone hard but focused. “not after everything we've built. they'll destroy it all.”

“we won't let them,” silco adds, his voice colder than i wanted to hear. he hadn't spoken much since we walked in, but now, his eyes were fixed on the others, intense and unwavering. “the problem is, they're getting bolder. we can't fight this quietly anymore. it's either we show them we're stronger, or they'll burn it all down, and we'll be left picking up the pieces.”

the room grew quiet at his words, the tension settling over us like a storm cloud. silco's words were always direct, never sugarcoated. he saw everything in terms of power and survival, and sometimes, his vision felt too narrow.

“i don't want to fight,” i say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, though I knew everyone heard me. my hands were shaking slightly, though I tried to still them. “i didn't sign up for this... this violence. this isn't what we wanted for zaun.”

“i know,” vander replied, his voice gentle but heavy with understanding. “but sometimes, it's what we need to survive. i don't want it either, mercy. but we're cornered. and i won't let them take what we've fought for.”

i looked at him, feeling the weight of his words more than i could explain. he wasn't wrong, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. every day, i fought this internal battle— struggling to keep our vision alive, to protect the people who had come to believe in something better. and yet, every day, i feared we were getting further from that dream.

—

the night faded to black, the kind of uneasy calm that clung to the air like a fog before a storm. the sky above the lanes was thick with gray clouds, the weight of a storm that hadn't yet broken. it was as if the city itself was holding its breath, waiting. the main street was marked with the signs of everyday life-makeshift carts selling bread, trinkets, cheap medicines-rusted pipes leaking steam into the thickening evening air. people lingered in the shadows, watching with wary eyes, as if sensing the shift before it happened. the low hum of the streets seemed to vibrate with the quiet tension that had settled over everything.

at the heart of it all, we stood-those of us who were the pulse of the lanes, the ones who kept it from falling apart. vander was at the center, as always, his broad shoulders square with the weight of leadership, his hands resting casually on his hips but ready to move. benzo stood off to the side, watching the surroundings, his lips pressed into a thin line as he muttered something under his breath to sevika. she shook her head, but there was that familiar smirk on her lips.

and then, there was silco. always at the edge, always watching. his dark eyes scanning the alleyways, the rooftops, every corner where someone might be lurking. there was a coldness in his stance, a sharpness to the way he held himself. but there was also something... else. something deeper. the kind of confidence that came only from knowing exactly who you were and what you were willing to fight for.

i was at the center with them, as much a part of this as the rest. but unlike the others, my thoughts weren't fully focused on the fight that was coming. my mind kept circling back to what vander had said before this.

“it's going to be bad,” he'd said, looking up from his work, his face shadowed by the light of the forge. “you know that, right?”

i had nodded, though part of me wished i didn't. the truth was, i'd been expecting this.

“you don't have to be there. i know what i said earlier, about needing to fight. but not all of us.” his tone softened, almost pleading. “welsh, piper, kerman, your mother-they need you safe. keep your head down.”

but i couldn't promise that. not when they were threatening us like this. not when they were willing to take food and medicine away from our people. they've hit warehouses, and stashes for the hungry over the past few weeks, and we've done nothing of value. silco was right, they won't change. i clenched my fists, trying to push the feeling of anger down.

“this is about more than safety, vander,” i'd said, voice low but steady. “you said it yourself, it's about showing them that we don't bow down. we're not just scraps to be picked over.”

he had paused, looking at me for a long moment, his gaze dark with concern. but there was something else there too-pride. he didn't argue, but his next words were quiet, heavy with weight. “just promise me one thing... keep the family out of it. they don't need to see this side of things. not yet.”

and i had nodded, though i knew it wasn't just about keeping them safe anymore. it was about showing them all that the lanes were ours, and we wouldn't give them up to anyone.

i shook myself out of the memory as the sound of boots echoed in the distance.

the rebels arrived in a group of fifteen, swaggering into the street with the kind of arrogance that only comes from thinking you can take anything. their leader, a wiry man with a sneer that seemed permanent, led them forward. his eyes flicked from us to the surroundings, as if deciding which part of the street he'd claim as his own.

“thought you'd come out to play,” he called, his voice a mockery, trying to rattle us.

vander didn't flinch. he stepped forward, his voice booming. “you've made your mistake.”

the leader scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “what are you gonna do? you think you scare me?”

“i don't need to scare you,” vander said, his voice steady. “i just need to remind you that the lanes belong to us.”

that was the last moment of quiet before everything erupted.

the first punch came from the leader, a swing of his bat aimed at vander's head, but vander was already moving. he caught the bat mid-swing and with a grunt of effort, yanked it from the man's hands and tossed it aside like it was nothing. the force of the move left the leader staggered, and vander capitalized, landing a clean blow to his jaw that sent him crashing to the ground.

but the others were quick to close in, and the chaos unfolded like a tidal wave.

i kept close to the group, staying with benzo and sevika as we pushed back the first few pretenders who tried to surround us. sevika was a whirlwind of power, each strike from her fists sending her opponents reeling. her face was a mask of concentration, but beneath it, there was the familiar smirk-because sevika always had a way of enjoying herself in the fight.

benzo was quicker than most expected, using his size and speed to outmaneuver the attackers who underestimated him. he was like a shadow, slipping between them, landing precise hits that had their opponents staggering.

but it was silco i kept watching. his movements were smooth and fluid, his fists like steel, landing punches with surgical precision. i watched as he dispatched one man with a swift uppercut, his eyes flashing with deadly focus. then another came at him with a knife, and silco's reaction was immediate—a sidestep, a quick jab to the ribs, and the man crumpled.

the fight moved like a dance, each of us weaving in and out of chaos. fists landed, bodies hit the cobblestones, and the sound of bones snapping echoed in the night. i lost track of time, focused only on staying in the fight, staying with the group.

but the pretenders couldn't keep up. they were outmatched, unprepared for what they'd walked into. slowly, they began to fall, groaning and retreating as they realized they were on the losing side.

the rain poured down harder now, the steady rhythm of the droplets masking the heavy breaths of our fleeting and exhausted crew. the alley where the fight had just taken place seemed almost peaceful in the aftermath, though the air still hummed with tension. blood and sweat mixed in the rain, turning the cobblestones into slick, treacherous ground. the violence of the streets was never far, but in that moment, there was a brief, hard-earned respite.

i looked at silco, standing there with his back against a brick wall in the opposing alley, the rain dripping from his hair and down the lines of his face. nearly out of sight, but close enough.

he was wiping his hands off, his eyes scanning the aftermath, making sure no one was left standing who shouldn't be. he exhaled slowly, an almost imperceptible sigh that spoke volumes about the burden he carried. i had learned, over time, that silco never truly stopped watching, never truly stopped calculating.

but he had no more words for me just yet. instead, i cross the street toward him, the bottle of antiseptic still in my hand, a small cloth in the other. he glanced at me but said nothing, his face hard, but his eyes giving me an open invitation to step closer. i did, silently, offering him the comfort of something i knew he wouldn't ask for.

his gaze never wavered as i reached for his jaw, gently dabbing at the cut on his forehead. it was a simple gesture, but it carried more weight than any words could. “you're starting to make this a habit,” he said, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

i couldn't help the playful retort that escaped. “maybe you should stop getting hurt, and i wouldn't have to.” i pressed the cloth against the cut, careful not to cause him any unnecessary pain. he flinched slightly but didn't pull away.

“you box too much,” i added, as lightly as i could. “starting to think you enjoy getting punched.”

silco's smirk deepened, the edge of it softening. “keeps me sharp.”

“keeps you arrogant,” i teased, my laughter escaping before i could stop it. the sound was light, but it felt like the first real moment of levity in days, maybe weeks.

“you could take it easy once in a while,” i murmured, my tone quieter now, the concern underneath unmistakable. the words felt more fragile in the air between us, and i knew silco felt it too. he gave me a long look, the kind that made my heart stutter, before his smirk faded into something more genuine, more serious.

“and miss moments like this?” he asked, his voice low but steady. it lingered between us, hanging in the cool, damp air like a promise.

without thinking, i leaned closer. his lips met mine, the kiss wasn't rushed or frantic, but it was undeniably real. there was something grounding in it, something that anchored us both in the moment, something that spoke of unspoken trust, of the way we had come to rely on each other in this chaotic world.

i pulled back just slightly, my hand coming up instinctively to cup his bruised cheek. the taste of his blood lingered on my tongue, and for a brief moment, i thought he might pull away, but he didn't. his hand moved over mine, colder than usual, and it was as intimate as it was chilling.

i broke away, our faces still close, only inches apart. his eyes locked onto mine-darker now, burning with something deeper. there was a hunger there, a need that i wasn't sure either of us was ready to acknowledge.

he scoffed softly, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. “you're trouble,” he said, his voice gruff, but the hint of a laugh was there, hidden beneath the words.

i chuckled softly, my hand falling back to my side. “you wouldn't have me any other way,” i replied, my words slipping out before i could catch them. his expression softened just a little, the weight of the moment not lost on either of us. the lightness in the air was replaced by something deeper, something that carried a seriousness neither of us could deny.

the moment didn't last, though. the sounds of the lanes pulled me back to reality. the people we fought for, the people who had come to rely on us-silco's vision for zaun, for this place, needed to be upheld. and i knew the peace we longed for was still out of reach.

we moved, both of us-without words, but with a mutual understanding. the rest of the group would be waiting. the last drop was our gathering point, a place where we could plan, regroup, and make sure the people of the lanes were taken care of. as we walked, the rain began to let up, though the streets remained slick and dangerous.

when we arrived at the pub, it was as chaotic as it had ever been. the soft sounds of laughter mixed with the faint, comforting hum of quiet conversations. the patrons of the last drop, the lifeblood of the lanes, were being patched up, their injuries cleaned and bandaged by those willing to step up.

vander stood near the back, his strong arms folded as he watched over everyone. benzo was at the bar, speaking with one of the regulars, while sevika sat at a table, her usual cold expression softened by the quiet solace of being surrounded by family. but it was silco i kept watching. his presence was undeniable, his movements smooth and fluid, even as he made his way through the crowd to join the others. his eyes flickered to mine once, a silent acknowledgment that we were still in this fight together.

we weren't just fighting for the lanes anymore. we were fighting for our families. for felisha and connel, who had chosen to stay home to keep their own safe. for violet, their daughter, who deserved a future without fear. for my mother hurting at home, burdened with the unnecessary loss of two of her children, and for my remaining sibilings, who deserve more than they know.

i find a seat beside sevika, who sends me a nod, a quiet understanding. I return the favor, my eyes trailing the new bruise forming around her eye. we're surrounded by many familiar faces, which are now battered and bruised. the sight makes me sick, but they don't seem upset. they seem happy, cheering over the drinks benzo took over pouring.

if they can enjoy it, then so can I.

i hear a glass ding, as vander stands taller than everyone else, ready for a speech. the room quiets to a solid silence, awaiting what vander has to say as he moves to centre of the room.

“whatever is thrown at us next, we stand together. we hold this ground, and we hold each other up. we fight for this place, and we fight for each other. because that's what this is about-our bond, our commitment to this place and to one another.”

his eyes scanned the room slowly, catching the gaze of each person who had fought tonight, their faces marked by the grit of battle. some were nursing bruises, others nursing wounds, but their eyes, every one of them, reflected the same thing: a quiet but fierce determination. vander's gaze lingered on sevika, benzo, silco, and then me, before moving on to the others.

“you see, it's not about winning every fight,” he went on, his voice stronger now, infused with that familiar authority we all respected. “it's about showing them that we will never stop standing. that we will never stop fighting for what's ours. because when you stand together, nothing can tear you apart. not threats, not betrayal, not the weight of the world on your shoulders. nothing.”

the air in the room felt thicker as his words settled in, like the weight of everything we had lost and everything we still had to protect was bearing down on all of us. but it was a weight that we bore willingly. we had no choice. we had to fight, because if we didn't, there was nothing left. no lanes, no family, no home.

“tonight, we reminded them,” vander said, his voice rising just a bit, “that the lanes belong to us. and we will protect them, no matter what it costs.”

he stepped forward, his eyes unwavering as he looked out at everyone. “we are Zaun. and we are the future of this place. no one is ever going to take that from us. not now, not ever.”

there was a fire in his words, a flame that ignited something deep inside each of us. we weren't just a ragtag group of survivors anymore. we were a family, and this family wasn't going to be torn apart. no matter the cost.

vander's voice softened as he spoke again, but the weight of the words carried all the more. “promise me that we stay strong. promise me that we keep our word, our bond, no matter what happens. because together, there's nothing that can break us. not a damn thing.”

a long silence followed. the room was heavy with the force of his words, but also with a sense of unity that filled the spaces between the old wooden tables. we weren't just a group of people trying to survive. we were a force, a family that fought for each other. and that made us stronger than any outside force that tried to break us.

one by one, the room began to raise their glasses, eyes gleaming with a quiet promise. “to the lanes,” benzo said, his voice steady.

“to the lanes,” sevika echoed, her gaze firm as she took a long drink.

silco, standing to the side, met my eyes briefly before he raised his glass. “to the lanes,” he said, his voice low, yet filled with something deeper. respect. loyalty. and something that had always been hard for him to show-trust.

i followed suit, my own glass raised. “to the lanes.”

and in that moment, it was like the air had shifted, lightened just a bit, as though the fight, though still fresh, had solidified something between us. we had won tonight, and that meant something. it meant we weren't just fighting for the lanes, for the land. we were fighting for each other, for what we stood for, for a future where we could live without fear of being driven out, of being crushed under the weight of others' ambitions.

vander's words had done what they always did. they had bound us together, reminded us of our strength, and given us the resolve to push on.

“whatever comes next,” vander finished, “we face it together. as family.”

and just like that, the room was filled with the sound of glass clinking together in silent solidarity. the tension that had been holding us all tight seemed to ease, just for a moment, and for that moment, we were united in more than just cause. we were united by something deeper. something stronger.

we were family. and we would protect what was ours.

[sevsdollette]

Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

—

The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

[notthesoup]

— UPCOMING

this is to help me stay organized and for you to see if i’ve accepted your request, or if you wanted a sneak peak on what i’m currently working on. please do not steal any ideas

arcane VI !

vi x fem!reader (suggestive, fade to black) — vi wants to bite the reader and it turns a tad suggestive

athlete!vi x fem!reader (modern au) headcanons — what she’s like when you show up to her games

arcane VANDER !

vander x fem!reader (hurt/comfort) oneshot — the reader gets in an accident and vander is taking care of you while also making sure the kids (vi, powder, mylo, claggor) aren’t too worried about

au!vander x fem!reader (fluff, angst) oneshot — reader is from the original timeline where she was in a relationship with vander years ago, and accidentally travelled to this alternate universe where he is still alive

vander x masc!reader (nsfw) oneshot — reader eases vander’s tension after a bad day at The Last Drop

arcane EKKO !

ekko x fem!reader (fluff) headcanons — reader is a kind rich topsider

arcane SEVIKA !

sevika x taller fem!reader headcanons

arcane JAYCE & VIKTOR !

jayce x viktor x fem!reader (poly) (hurt/comfort) oneshot — jayce and viktor are spending a lot of time together and reader starts to feel left out. She tries communicating with them but some misunderstandings occur. By the time they notice, reader is thinking of leaving. (Probably going to update in two parts; part 1 is sfw, part 2 is nsfw)

viktor x doctor fem!reader

viktor x masc!reader oneshot — someone disrespects and threatens viktor so reader punches them, probably at a gala

arcane SCAR !

scar x medic gn!reader oneshot — scar shows up to your clinic battered and bloodied, and you stitch him up. Vulnerability is hard for him but it’s either that or bleeding out

dc universe DICK GRAYSON

vampire!nightwing x wally west (angst) (nsfw) series — ongoing

the secret history HENRY WINTER !

henry winter x oc series— ongoing, writing chapter 2

[matchamilkislover]

In The Darkest Corners, 13.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness. this one’s still pretty fucked up, at least for my standards.

word count: 2,957

author’s note: i low key feel sadistic after writing this chapter. but anyways, yes i know my paragraphs are long, no i won’t be changing them 😁 enjoy !!

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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Caitlyn's steps echoed in the damp corridor as she approached the cell where Vi was held captive. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls that seemed to follow her as she walked. As Caitlyn reached for the door, the clink of metal against metal reverberated in the cold air. Her voice pierced the silence as she whispered into it. “Vi? Are you there?” A quiet echo bounced off of the cold, hard walls of the cell, but the resounding silence made her nervous as the seconds passed. After what felt like forever, Vi's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

“Caitlyn? What the hell are you doing here?” Vi hissed back, rising out of the darkness of her cell to approach Caitlyn. Her defenses prickled at the memory of what went down in front of the Council. More importantly, what she lost that day.

Caitlyn paused, her hand lingering on the lock. She met Vi's gaze, her expression unreadable. "I'm getting you out.”

Hope flickered in Vi’s chest, but it was quickly dampened by doubt. The skepticism dancing on her face hardened into a scowl. "Why? What's your game, Caitlyn?"

"Look, I know you may not have the best impression of me, but I’m here for Olive. She’s been missing, and I talked to the bartender at The Last Drop. He last saw her with Sevika, until she passed out and Sevika dragged her off. I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about this?” Caitlyn replied, her tone measured.

Vi's fists clenched, the tension between them escalating. "You think I don’t know? That Silco wouldn’t dangle it in my face like some sort of fucked up little game? You think I haven’t been torturing myself in here, day in and day out, trying to figure out how to get to her?” She stepped forward menacingly as she spoke, until Caitlyn could almost feel her breath on her face. “But now you show up out of nowhere, claiming you want to help? For what, a Piltover PR stunt? Either get me out of here so I can fix this shit, or leave.”

Caitlyn's jaw tightened, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken conflict. "I know you don't trust me, Vi. But I need you to trust that I want to help you. To help Olive. Silco's grip on the Undercity is tightening, and we need to stand together against it." She paused, taking a suddenly shaky breath. “And…I, uh….I can’t lose Olive again.”

Vi scoffed and rolled her eyes, suspicion still etched on her features. "Why should I believe you? You've always been on the other side of this mess. You couldn’t even try to find Olive when she spent an entire year alone in the Undercity.”

Caitlyn sighed, the weight of their shared history pressing on her shoulders. "I know I haven't been the most reliable ally in the past. But circumstances have changed. We—"

Vi cut her off bitterly. "Save it. I don't need your explanations. Just get me out of here, and we'll go from there." Caitlyn was silent, caught off guard. Vi studied Caitlyn's face, searching for any hint of deceit. The cell seemed to shrink around them as the seconds ticked away. Finally, Caitlyn nodded, a begrudging acceptance in her eyes. She understood that the fragile alliance forged in the depths of the Undercity might not survive in the harsh light of the world above.

She pulled out some sort of advanced lock picking mechanism, and made quick work of the rickety cell lock. As the lock clicked open, the cell door swung open and Caitlyn stepped back cautiously as Vi quickly exited her cell. The tension lingered, a silent reminder of the delicate balance between trust and betrayal hovering around them. Caitlyn, acutely aware of the strained atmosphere, focused on the task at hand—getting Vi out of Stillwater. The dim light flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows on the walls. They were able to quickly sneak back out of Stillwater, Caitlyn following Vi’s quick, athletic maneuvering.

Once they were a ways away from Stillwater, Caitlyn put a hand on Vi’s arm to stop her. Vi flinched at the touch, like she was tempted to swing, but Caitlyn chose to ignore the movement. “Stop, Vi — where are we even going? How do you know where she is?”

The question made Vi sigh, like it was something obvious that Caitlyn was oblivious to. “I know Silco. I know where he keeps his facilities. I know exactly where he has her. Where he wants me.” Her face was hard as stone.

Caitlyn wasn’t convinced. “So what, we’re just going to walk straight into what is obviously a trap? The two of us? Even if we managed to get in, there’s no way we’d be able to get Olive out. Not without a full rescue team.” Her disbelief was palpable in her voice.



Vi closed her eyes, like she was thinking, and then shook her head. “I don’t care. I’ll figure it out. I won’t wait anymore. I have to find her.” She started walking again, but yet again, Caitlyn grabbed her arm to stop her, more forcefully this time.

“You’d be a fool to do this. Just wait one day, I’ll pull together a team of enforcers and we’ll face Silco and his followers together. Then we’ll have an actual chance.” Her voice was desperate, like she wasn’t just trying to convince Vi, but herself as well. Vi pulled away again.

“You can do that if you want, but I’ve learned my lesson with enforcers, and I’m not risking it again. Especially not with Olive involved.” She spoke with an air of finality that Caitlyn came to accept was not one to be questioned. She sighed.

“Fine. I’ll move as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, just…be safe. Please. For Olive,” Caitlyn replied in a gentler voice, softening in the subject of her childhood friend. Vi nodded, and then turned her back to leap into the Undercity, moving as quickly as she could while keeping her stealth.

—

This time when Olive awoke, she was alone. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved, or made more anxious by the absence of another person. She sat there in the silence, her back against the freezing wall of her cell, alone with her thoughts and fears. Was she really going to die like this? How soon would it be? Would, at the end of the day, it really be her own father that ended her life? A year ago, she might’ve been grateful to be free from the pain and confusion…but now, she had something to lose. Someone to lose. Even if it was a someone who left her. Alone. In the rain. Someone who she wasn’t even sure she would ever see again, if she did survive this. Before Olive knew it, she could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, and her ears suddenly registered the sobs leaving her throat. Her cries seemed unending, the cold in the air and the burning on her wrists disappearing into her sorrow. After what felt like forever and no time at all, she finally heard footsteps tapping down the corridor towards her, a mocking “tsk, tsk, tsk,” being murmured by the figure as they approached.

“What?” Olive choked out through her sobs. Suddenly, it didn’t feel worth it to save her words anymore. “Here to taunt me more? Make me feel worthless, hopeless, despaired?” She took a shaking breath and continued, “Well, I’m already there. You did your job. What else do you want from me?” The door to her cell clanged open and shut, but Olive still kept her eyes squeezed and trained on the floor. It wasn’t like she could use her hands to wipe her tears while they were changed behind her back, so squeezing the excess liquid out of her eyes was the best she could do. She listened intently as the figure knelt in front of her and grabbed her face in their hands. She wished she didn’t recognize their touch.

“Oh, dear, sweet Olive tree, don’t cry,” her father’s — no, Teeter’s voice made a terrified shiver go down her spine. He wiped her tears for a moment, but she flinched from his touch, now glaring straight into his eyes. Instead of pulling away, his grip on her jaw tightened. His voice turned from a fake sweetness to a true hiss. “Don’t you worry, dear daughter,” he drew out the pet name like a snake, “it’ll all be over soon anyways. We’re just missing one piece of our puzzle.” Olive took a deep breath, and glanced down at his hands before looking back into his eyes. Wordlessly, she reeled back slightly and, as hard as she could, spit straight in his face.

Her screams followed quickly after. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” she bellowed, her voice scraping even as she ignored it, “YOU FILTHY MURDERING FUCKING TRAITOR, YOU’RE DEAD. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD. I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS AGAIN, I WON’T. YOU COWARD,” her voice echoed in the cell and down whatever corridors connected to it. Teeter grimaced and angrily wiped the spit off his face, using that same hand to then cover one of his ears as Olive screamed, the other keeping a tight grip on her face. He suddenly let go of her face and immediately slapped her as hard as he could, making Olive’s eyes blur and tears prick in her eyes. Before she could react, he gripped her face in one hand again, this time so tightly that her cheeks were completely squished together by her mouth.

“How dare you, you little bitch,” he snarled, pulling her close to his face. Even though her cheek was bright red and felt like it was on fire, Olive ignored the pain and returned Teeter’s glare silently. He huffed and dropped her. “Sevika!” He called in a suddenly airy voice, “I think our bitch needs a muzzle.” As Sevika turned from the wall outside of Olive’s cell and strolled in as requested, Olive’s stomach filled with dread. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she scrambled back against the wall, as if she would somehow be able to escape this. Teeter simply watched her and laughed cruelly. Olive’s eyes were wide as saucers while she watched Sevika approach, spinning a metal muffle gag in one finger.

Sevika’s voice broke through the momentarily quiet room. “I’ll take it from here,” she spoke gruffly through a half-smirk, only glancing at Teeter, who nodded and looked to Olive one more time. She continued glaring.

“I’ll see you later then, dear daughter,” he said sinisterly, kicking her once in the abdomen lightly and ignoring her whine. “Can’t wait for our next talk…” He turned and slinked out of the room, leaving Sevika to her own devices with Olive. The taller woman nodded a goodbye and focused her attention to Olive, who was glaring up at her from her position against the wall.

Sevika smirked. “Oh, my little bird, I wish we could do this in different circumstances,” she remarked cruelly, approaching Olive with the so-called ‘muzzle’ in her hand. “How nice would that be, hm?” Her voice was that of a mocking murmur, only fueling Olive’s hatred and dread. Olive bared her teeth in a grimace, holding back the urge to spit again.

“You’re disgusting,” Olive replied in a hate-filled voice. Sevika only laughed. Her laugh made something in Olive snap, and she reeled back and then spit straight into Sevika’s face (or as close as she could get from the floor). Disgusted, Sevika grimaced and then whipped her gaze back to Olive with a newfound anger in her eyes.

“You really want to act like a bitch? Then I’ll treat you like the little bitch that you are,” Sevika barked, roughly grabbing Olive’s jaw in one hand and yanking her up to where Sevika could more easily reach her. Before Olive could recover from the shock and spit a retort, the muzzle was being shoved onto her face. Olive half-choked on the gag as it invaded her face and mouth, making Sevika grin maliciously. With a click, Sevika latched the device on securely and shoved Olive back down to the floor, still gagging a bit on the new sensation and desperately trying to force her body to breathe out of her nose. Once she could breathe, she sent a hateful glare towards Sevika, who sighed and leaned down a bit. Her large body approaching Olive’s made the smaller flinch away, as if she would be able to get away. As if. Sevika rolled her eyes.

“You know, little bird, I would be a lot nicer if you made it easier,” Sevika said to her with a sigh, catching Olive’s chin with one finger as she tried to turn away and lifting Olive’s gaze to hers. “So pretty…” she murmured, “we’d have so much fun, you and I.” Olive could do nothing but glare in response. Sevika sighed again and removed her finger. “It’s too bad that you’re too much of a prissy bitch to take an opportunity when you get one,” she grunted and took out a cigar, lighting it and placing it between her lips to take a long drag before speaking again. “You could’ve had it good down here. But instead, you chose someone who won’t even attempt to help you. How sad.” Olive’s glare became fiery, and she lurched out towards Sevika, as if she could do anything. The chain holding her hands wasn’t even long enough for her to stand up, much less reach Sevika, and Olive was yanked back down by the chain as vigorously as she tried to get up. Unsurprisingly, Sevika laughed and cooed mockingly. “Aww, want to fight back, do we?” her voice hushed suddenly, “You’re ours now, little bird. And there’s no fighting back.” With that, she turned around and left the room, leaving Olive to moan in pain at the new restriction on her face.

—

The night wrapped Silco's stronghold in a shroud of darkness, broken only by sporadic lanterns casting long, eerie shadows. Vi moved with calculated determination towards the looming warehouse that covered Silco’s underground hold, her steps muffled by her strategic movements as she approached. Ideally, she would slip past the guards and into the stronghold unnoticed, but when it came to Vi, this wasn’t a very realistic option. Instead, she left a trail of unconscious guards behind her, bodies hidden by random objects or pushed behind barriers and into shadowy corners. Soon enough, she was within the twisted corridors of Silco’s headquarters. The echoes of distant conversations and clinking metal reverberated as Vi navigated the labyrinthine passages, her keen eyes searching for any sign of Olive. The information she had extracted from Caitlyn and Grint had led her here, to Silco's inner sanctum, where he practiced the majority and most important of his operations, as well as kept his long-term prisoners. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended lower and lower into the hold, eventually approaching a heavily guarded door. With practiced finesse, Vi disabled the guards without a sound, their unconscious bodies now silent witnesses to her intrusion. The door, fortified and imposing, seemed to defy her entry. Vi gritted her teeth, muscles flexing as she used all her strength to pry it open. The hinges groaned in protest, but the door finally yielded. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, revealing rows of cells like crypts in the Undercity's secret catacomb. The air hung heavy with the scent of dampness and despair. Vi scanned the cells as she advanced through the corridor, her eyes searching for a familiar face. Eventually, she spotted a battered form huddled on the ground on the floor of the farthest cell, quiet pained breaths leaving the person’s body. Vi rushed to the cell, hands coming up to the bars as she looked in. Instantly, her heart sank as she recognized that the form was in fact a shivering Olive, seemingly unconscious on the floor of her cell.

"Olive!" Vi whispered urgently, her voice barely audible above the oppressive silence. Olive’s body didn’t move. Vi shoved the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, ignoring the fact that it was suspiciously unlocked as she rushed to Olive. She gently took Olive’s face in her calloused and wrapped hands, inspecting her as she whispered pleas for her to get up. “Olive, Olive please…wake up, Olive, please…it’s me, its Vi,” she begged, her voice breaking as she spoke and a breath of relief leaving her chest when Olive’s eyes blinked open.

But instead of looking relieved, Olive’s eyes widened and she immediately squirmed to try to escape Vi’s grasp, her instincts surging with panic even though she had yet to realize who had awoken her. Vi gently grabbed one of her arms and rubbed, continuing to identify herself until Olive finally seemed to hear her and paused, wide eyes meeting Vi’s. At first, she looked shocked, then relieved, and tears welled in her eyes as Vi pulled her into her grasp and held her for a moment. Vi then pulled away, moving to release her from her binds, but Olive’s eyes grew wide again, and she started to scream from behind her mask, muffled sounds being all that came out as she stared at something behind Vi and desperately tried to free herself again. Confused, Vi’s ears finally picked up on footsteps approaching from behind, not having heard them before as she focused on Olive. But by the time she realized this, it was too late, and something heavy hit her on the head before she could even turn around, the world going dark.

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@forestnymph666 @sevviesbabe

[all-by-myself98]

Good evening!

We've pause your regularly scheduled programming to say that this fanfic blog is making a comeback...

Besties I'm aware that it's been like a couple years(???) since I've posted any oneshots or any kind of writing on this blog but listen in the wise words of the fanfic writers before me, my life has been crazy.

But I'm coming back! And I would love your help with getting started again! I already have some ways of getting myself started with ideas, but I would love your ideas too! Whether they're oneshots, headcanons, or just random ramblings that you want my thoughts on, I'm ready for it all and my ask box is looking mighty tempting, isn't it?

As I said before, I am open to oneshot requests and/or headcanon requests. Depending on how a oneshot is progressing, it may turn into a limited series, but that's just going to be based off of how much ideas I can wring out of one wet rag.

I am open to any of the Big Three: fluff, angst, and smut!

This also of course means...

NO MINORS INTERACTING WITH MY WORK, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! MDNI!!!

If you are a minor and you attempt to skirt around this rule and I find out, I'm literally wasting no time in adding you to my very empty blocked list. So maybe just don't try it?

Fandoms and characters I will write for:

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (141 squad + König, Graves, Nikolai, Alex, Farah, & Laswell)

Marvel/MCU (the Moon Knight system, Layla El-Faouly, any member of Defenders including Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Logan Howlett, Victor Creed, Laura Kinney, Valkyrie)

DC (any members of batfam, Aquafam, Justice Society, Titans, and Suicide Squad)

Star Wars (any member of Bad Batch, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron, Finn)

Star Trek (Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Captain or Admiral Pike)

Arcane: League of Legends (Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Sevika, Steb (YES, IM INCLUDING FISH MAN, DO NOT JUDGE ME HE WAS A CUTIE PIE))

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Laezel, Wyll, Rolan)

Other misc characters including but maybe not completely(?) limited to Riddick, Master Chief, Hellboy, Prince Nuada, Aemond Targaryen, Davos Blackwood, Tormund Giantsbane, Geralt of Rivia, Lambert, Elrond Peredhel (LOTR and TROP versions acceptable), and Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Netflix!Enola versions acceptable)

Again! This list could change! If it does change, I will edit this post, and then make an announcement of what my changes are, but this post will almost always be the best reference to find out what I'm writing or who I'm writing for!

Things I will not write:

Minors in sexual/smutty situations. They're either aged up or they're going in the trash, #sorrynotsorry

Pedophilia

Noncon

Hardcore stalking and/or harrassment

Physical and sexual abuse (unless it's like part of a character's backstory then it may be referenced, but I am not writing it out)

Anything else thats just. standard generic icks or no-nos. If you need clarification on something you're not sure I'm okay with, just ask

PSA: I am a white woman. The majority of my writings will be "x reader", and they will usually be fem!reader or afab!reader too, so if you wish for me to write for a gn!reader, please let me know in your request and I will honor that to the best of my ability!

I will also always try to be as vague as possible with other details such as race, hair color, eye color, etc., unless I happen to be writing an OC character with a specified appearance. But I imagine sometimes I'll make mistakes. I'll kick myself for it and I'll say sorry a million and one times, but it's almost inevitable and I'm an idiot and proofreading? whats that?? and I want to prepare you all now. And, if I do make a mistake, or if my writing ever seems to break that promise of being race vague, please let me know what I've done wrong and I will always try to alter what I can so everyone, regardless of what their race or appearance is, can feel welcome, accepted, and included in my writings!

Okay, you can all return to your regularly scheduled programming now :)

This is Renny signing off!

[muchshook]

LOOKING FOR ARCANE RP!

Hi ya’ll my name is Momo aka Wifeleaver and I am looking for some Queer Arcane RP! I am trans masc, poc, and 21+! I’ll try to go section by section to make it super easy to get all the information you need and what I’m looking for! Thanks for reading and can’t wait to hear from you guys!

**What Am I Looking For**

I am currently have two fem/sapphic OCs made that I am looking to play against the arcane canons: **SEVIKA AND VI**! I am looking for someone who is willing to play one or ( god willing ) both! With that I am also looking for someone who is okay playing **Sevika as a top** and **Vi as top or verse**. As the character I have for Sevika is a bottom and the character I have for Vi, though in my personal writings does bottom to Vi, can be flexed to be Verse! **I am again looking for them to be played as WLW and sapphic and have no interest in playing men against them or playing them against men**.

**Quick Intro to my OCs**

More information can be expanded upon and provided in DMs !

- **OC I would play against Sevika**: So I have a character named Iris who’s concept is still one I am working on. If you have played League ( the game Arcane is fathered from ) there are faries in it. Iris is one such fairy. My idea is something akin to people, humans, long ago found ways of pulling fairies from the spirit world into the physical one in order to use their magic to amplify their runes ( of which fairies have an affinity for ) and in turn their hextech. What started with keeping these creatures alive and basically hooking them to generators turned to poaching as they realized all they really needed was a fairies core ( what would be their heart ) to get the job done which was much more portable. As such the fairy population has dwindled to almost nothing and those still alive, hide in Zaun masking as humans. As you can again imagine, this is the crux of Iris’s story that I would love to flesh out and get any little ideas about :)

- **OC I would play for Vi**: Solange Dempsey, going by the street name Des has two options when it comes to her characterization. She is either A: A piltover spy. Essentially sent out to learn what she can about targets and their surroundings, learning their schedules and finding hideouts under the guise of being a citizen of Zaun OR B: she is a piltover runway high rank doctor who took to Zaun after she realized her morals no longer aligned with that of the people she answered to but had no way of just quitting. She is now, of course, an undercity medic. I am open to playing either depending on how you want/choose to play Vi!

**When it Comes to Doubling**

Some quick notes on doubling. **Yes** I will absolutely double! For me there a two types of doubling

- **Option One**: You play two or one muses that I am looking to ship my OCs with ( Sevika and or Vi ) and I will play whatever two and or one canons you are looking to ship against ( doesn’t matter if it’s cc x cc or cc x oc just know that MY side will be cc x oc )

- **Option Two**: You play one of the canons I am looking for and I will play the other I am looking for against you. For example, you play Sevika for my OC and I will play Vi for you and vice versa!

These are the only forms of doubling I will do!

**When It Comes Playing the Canon Characters**

Some quick notes

- I am a queer person and writer so I will be playing as ( and expecting the canons played against me to be ) queer! This does not have to be in gender ( tho always welcomed ) but in things such as keeping Vi, sapphic, playing Viktor as mlm etc. While I *can* do hetero, I will likely decline your request if you come asking for it even if you agree to fulfill my other requirements just because I am not really into telling those stories!

- JINX. I will *not* play her in **ANY** sort of romantic rp. That’s as her or against her. Sorry. Just a preference. I am however willing to do platonic or familia rp with her! If you ask for a romantic or nsfw ship with her I will simply decline your offer even if you agree to fulfill all my other requirements.

- Take creative liberty but stay within the realm of the character. While I am not a stickler on staying super canon I still want the character to be recognizable when I’m playing against them.

**My Limits on Characters and RP**

1. I will not age characters up or down minus ONE exception written in AUs and even then the absolute LOWEST I will go is 18-19. Aging characters up I will not do period.

2. I will not deal with POC or Queer erasure. I am ( and you ) should be playing the characters from Arcane. Not League. And on that note…

3. I will be using Arcane designs and will only play against arcane designs. I am not looking to rp as or with LoL Vi or Jinx or Caitlyn. Etc

4. I am cool with nsfw but I do not want it to be the majority of the rp. I will go a sweet 70:30 of plot to smut as I am looking to tell a story not just sleep around

5. I am not looking to have any sexual or romantic relationships with my rp partners so please DO NOT try to send me nudes, send me romantic ooc texts, tell me how horny you are ( unless in a joking manner ), anything of that nature. Not interested sorry!

6. I will only double if you ask for it. So please communicate that is what you want and don’t just assume. I after all need to know what character you need me to play. ( PASSWORD: tell me your favorite song! :) )

7. I will not do requests unrelated to this post nor will I do requests that have me playing as one of my wanted canons with no doubling ( just not fair to me )

8. When doubling I will do an even 50:50. That means: you give me a post for an rp starring the character(s) I asked for and I will give you a post starring the ones you requested. I will not reply to my rp if I am still currently writing one for yours, and I expect the same reciprocation ( unless we communicate otherwise ). If I see that the balance is off in this regard, I will hold off on replying until a solution is compromised. If you need further elaboration on this just ask!

9. As for the OCs I plan to play: those are the only OCs I would like to play for the canons I am requesting and I am not looking ( on my end ) to do cc x cc. So if you don’t like the characters I have listed out then this is not for you!

10. Just don’t lie lol. Please don’t DM me pretending like you are interested in what I am looking for only to then go “ oh well I was just curious if you wanted to do…[insert something entirely different] “ the sunk cost fallacy does not work on me and you’ll just be wasting both our times only to end up blocked.

**What I am Looking for in a Partner [IMPORTANT‼️]**

- Must be 18+ or PREFERABLY 21+

- Must be okay with NSFW ( but not looking to heavy smut )

- Must be literate to novella. Most my posts are 5-6 paragraphs and while I can cut it down to 4 at minimum I am not looking to write less than that or rp with anyone who can not put out at least 4 paragraphs of content!

- Must be willing to plot. Please don’t make me do the heavy lifting of plotting and or make it feel like pulling teeth

- Must be patient. I am disabled, autistic, and have a job. I will not be around 24/7 to reply. A poke here and there if I’m quiet for more than 2-3 days is cool but spamming me every hour asking for a reply is not okay even if I’m online and not seemingly “busy“!

- Communicate. If you’re gonna be gone, busy, or even want to drop the rp just tell me. I promise you I will not be rude about it! So just tell me what’s going on and we can go from there . I will do the same.

- Willing to OOC chat and form friendships. I’m not trying to treat this like some sort of business transaction. I am looking for more friends in the arcane fandom and I LOVE to yap about characters as well as games and movies etc. So please try and be open to some casual chit chat!

- Bonus points if you are also queer and POC ;)

**How To Reach Out?**

DM me here on Tumblr a few things

1. Password

2. Intro about yourself including age ( I don’t need an exact number 18+ or 21+ will do but if I suspect you aren’t the age you say I will bow out with warning of course )

3. Timezone

4. What canon ( between Sevika and Vi ) you are agreeing to play for me. ( if you say both I am liable to kiss you on the mouth )

5. If you are looking for doubling. What character are you looking for ME to play?

6. Writing Sample ( yes I do want a sample of your writing and will provide one in turn )

7. If we mesh I will exchange discord tags with you where we can further talk and plan and I can learn about you!

If you send me a “ hi “, “ hello “, “ how are you “, “ saw your post “ or something unrelated with no further explanation like “ hey saw your post but I’m at work I’ll get back to you when I’m home “ etc ( which I am perfectly fine with ) then you will be blocked as it’s clear you didn’t read anything on this post

**END OF IMPORTANT INFO**: Now that’s about all folks! Bellow are some extra notes about settings and AUs you are free to skim! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! :D

*About the Setting*

It can take place in the Arcane setting but does NOT have the follow the show timeline. I want to make that clear. While any and all rps absolutely can stick to canon timelines and plot points it does not have to. And the Arcane setting can simply be a back drop for the canon characters to take part in a brand new stories. I am also *very* open to AUs. Which you can find listed out down bellow :)!

*AUs i’m into !*

⭐️ Anything marked with this means I would absolutely love to do something in the universe if you would rather deviate from the Arcane setting but use the characters :) ( I will of course then rework my ocs to fit the setting )

- Last of Us ( Zombie Apocalypse ) ⭐️

- Star Wars ⭐️

- Mass Effect

- Regency/Bridgeton/Period Drama

- Game of Thrones/House of the Dragons ⭐️

- Tokyo Drifter/Pit Racer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Rock Star/Groupie ⭐️

- Stranger Things

- Harry Potter ⭐️ ( however I will not age age down any characters lower than 18-19 and even then I’m iffy. Would prefer everyone stay the age they are )

- Interview With a Vampire/VatM/Vampyr

- MHA ⭐️ ( adult pro heros )

- Steven Universe ⭐️

- Pokemon

- Mafia/Crime/20s era Crime Life ⭐️

- DC/Gotham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Marvel

- Among Us/Alien vs Predator

- Some Horror Franchises ⭐️ ( just list one and I’ll tell you if I’d be down ! )

- DnD Fantasy

- Cyberpunk 2077 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Detroit Become Human ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- CSI/Rookie

- Omegaverse ( but it needs like a REALLY good plot… )

- Gladiator/Roman ⭐️

- Persona ⭐️

- Dune ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Dungeon Meshi ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Pacific Rim ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- Open to Suggestions ( so long as it’s not on my no list I am open to other AU settings! :D )

*AUs i’m NOT into*

Them being on this list doesn’t mean I hate them just that I’m not looking to do them with the arcane cast and would struggle to get into it. **These are not something I will negotiate on sorry.**

- High school

- College

- Coffee Shop/Modern Mundane

- Romcom

- Isekais

- Harems

- Naruto/Dragon Ball/Etc ( of that type of anime )

- Undertale

- Fairy tales/Grimm/OUAT etc

- Greys Anatomy

- Transformers

- Killing Stalking or any media along that lines

- Magic Girl Raising/Madoka/Card Captor: Sailor Moon etc

- JJK/Dandan( while I do like the settings I would struggle to integrate into the setting )

- Breath of the Wild ( same as the above but it’d be willing to flex on this if give a really good plot idea )

- Office/Parks and Recs

- MLP/Equestria Girls

- Furry ( nekos and arcane show based anthro races is as far as I’ll go )

- There’s likely more but I will tell you if your AU is something I’d be disinterested in

[jusstya]

❛ ⭞ ﹏ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ຳ 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑒 ♡̷̸⁩ 𝖺𝗌 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ៸៸ !⠀ִֶָ── 𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖈 𝖝 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖐𝖆. ᝢ

─── ･ ｡ ☆ : 𝑺 𝑰 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑺 𝑬 𖡻

Dyaenreth Lutrea é uma feiticeira que estava morando em Piltover já há um bom tempo, mas desde o momento em que a mulher assistiu horrorizada a ação dos defensores do lugar, vendo-os atirar no seu próprio povo a queima roupa, muitas vezes agredindo os denominados filhos de Zaun, a feiticeira fez uma escolha: Dya não iria ficar assistindo os outros morrerem sem mais nem menos, muitos menos estar do lado de um país que se dizia progressista, mas que atacava seu próprio povo sem mais nem menos.

Lutrea deixou Piltover em busca de não apenas ajudar os zaunitas, como também viver entre eles, aprendendo sobre suas lutas, e escolhendo por livre e espontânea vontade estar entre eles. Dyaenreth só não esperava acabar no bar Última Gota, trabalhando para o cão do submundo, e de brinde ficar próxima não apenas do homem e de suas crianças, como de uma lutadora que também participou da revolta, a conhecida Scary Lady.

[ Vander x Female OC x Sevika | Trisal - Poliamor | Estranhos para Amantes | Romance Lento | Durante o Ato 1 (1TP) de Arcane ]

▌𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 ˚‧₊ ⵓ

゛𝟬𝟬𝟬 ◛ ˊ 0.595 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟭 ◛ ˊ 1.310 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟮 ◛ ˊ 1.450 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟯 ◛ ˊ 1.455 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟰 ◛ ˊ 2.645 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟱 ◛ ˊ 1.900 palavras 𖡻

゛𝟬𝟬𝟲 ◛ ˊ em andamento 𖡻

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゛𝟬𝟬𝟴 ◛ ˊ

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▌𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⵓ

• Wattpad;

• Spirit Fanfics;

[kassandras-one-braincell]

hey holly, hope you're okay! this is not a request or anything but could you think about writing something about eivor x chubby!reader? honestly as a chubby girl i read eivor x reader and find it so hard like someone like her could find me attractive. its really personal, but i haven't seen any kind of posts like this, eivor, kassandra, soma, sevika, its a very specific thing about being insecure and how they would react or try to help. sorry to bother if anything, thank you for attention, english is not my first language also.

Right, I'm sorry to hear about your struggle with body image, because nobody deserves to experience that. But this is categorically a request, regardless if you preface it with "this is not a request", and you even acknowledge it's personal. You have given me a specific scenario, a muse to write for and a protective characteristic of the 'reader' - in every sense of the word, this is a request, and your English is far too eloquent for me to believe you don't understand that.

I'm gonna handle this with sensitivity because you are evidently requesting this from a place of struggle. There are so many blogs active on the Eivor reader-insert tags (or any AC lady, really. If someone writes for one, they likely write for others) who do accept requests. Take some time to seek them out - I'm sure if their requests are open, they will pander to what you want.

I will never write something with protective characteristics in mind that isn't sapphism/femininity. I want my writing to be accessible to anyone who wants to read it after seeing the [character] x Fem!Reader title. And while that in itself is impossible, because I cannot factor in everything and have to write within the realm of probability, the bare minimum for what I want to achieve here is keeping things body-type and racially ambiguous. Because if you start adding a list of pre-determined physical attributes, it stops being a reader insert - it becomes an OC insert with false titling.

As someone who used to have weight-related self esteem issues, I know what you're going through. There is nothing ugly about chub, or stretch marks, or cellulite, and I hope you reach a place where you can see that, and start viewing yourself in a more appreciative light. I wish you the best in that.

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

PREVIOUSLY CALLED jane-todd-maximoff

Masterlist

what i write for Arcane/league of legends Dc X-men the witcher (books/game/Netflix/movie),ghost, jackass/CKY, HIM.

my inbox is open for a request until i say it is not i write for any character from that fandom. 

AO3 link

📖 = x Reader 

✉ = Headcanons 

📕 = ships

📜 = no x reader

updated 12/15/24

JACKASS/CKY Crew

London after midnight - CKY CRUE X reader 📖

My kinda lover - Johnny Knoxville x FEM reader 📖

Keep god out of California! And keep the devil inside of you. - Chris Pontius x reader smut 📖

CKY boys helping you dyeing your hair head cannons 📖 ✉

Shy - bam margera x reader smut 📖

Meet the parents - joe frantz x reader (WIP) HC 📖 ✉

Loving machine - Brandon DiCamillo x reader (WIP) 📖

Dream about me - joe Frantz x reader (WIP) 📖

HIM

DAY SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX - Ville Valo x reader📖

ANGEL OF DEATH - ville valo x reader 📖

All The things I love about You - Ville Valo x Fem reader (WIP) 📖

GHOST

Primo emeritus digital art

Random Copia sketch

We All Break - Ghost Primo and Terzo 📜

Afternoon naps - 📖 CARDINAL COPIA / READER 📖 

Rest -Primo emeritus x sibling of sin 📖

Arcane/league of legends

Meeting jinx for the first time ✉

Nightmares with Viktor ✉

melvik ✉ 📕📜

Viktor with a fem s/o with PCOS ✉

Sevika with a childish s/o ✉

we had everything 📖 SILCO 

Understand 📖 SILCO 

corpse bride  📖 SILCO 

Awaken 📖 VIKTOR 

The sweater thief 📖 VIKTOR 

All for us 📖 VIKTOR 

Jayce tails with a s/o with long nails ✉  

Miss you 📖 VI

Home 📖 SILCO    

The image of the dead 📖 JINX

Till the very end 📖 JINX

Silco x reader headcanons ✉

Silco x mage ✉

The witcher

The squad ✉ JASKIER + GERALT Netflix

Drinking song for the socially anxious 📕 📜 GERASKIER Netflix+game

When things go wrong 📖 GERALT/READER Netflix

light to guide you 📖 GERALT/READER game

Stay 📖 ESKEL/READER game

DC

Dating robin!Jason ✉

Being in a relationship with Jason ✉

Being a assassin and dating Jason Todd ✉

Jason Todd head-canons ✉ 📜

What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉ 📜

Being a titan with Gar Logan ✉

Random headcanons  TIM DRAKE ✉ 📜

Spill my guts Jason Todd (WIP) 📜

X-MEN 

Being peter Maximoff's twin ✉

peter Maximoff headcanons ✉

What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉

Ahs asylum xmen crossover sort of  more thoughts on this ✉

Peter+blankets ✉

Peter maximoff where's black nail polish ✉

peter smokes ✉

Original characters

After dark Silco x oc master-list  

[justsomeoneisfrom]

[eternal-armin]

request guidelines.

it's probably overdue, right?

who do i write for?

arcane | jinx, vi, caitlyn, viktor, sevika, ekko. attack on titan/shingeki no kyojin | armin, mikasa, annie, jean, hange, levi

my favorite characters to write for?

arcane | jinx, vi attack on titan/shingeki no kyojin | armin, annie, hange

what do i not write?

x female readers [ i only do neutral and male readers. i tag neutral readers with 'x fem reader' because it's neutral, and therefore inclusive to everyone ] smut/anything overly sexual [ what 'overly sexual' means can vary by request. if your request is slightly sexual, i'll work with you to make your request appropriate ] illegal age gaps incest oc oneshots character x character headshots

what do i write?

x neutral readers, x male readers limes fluff angst yandere any au that follows the rules here reader x character romantic platonic headcanons

how to request?

just shoot me an ask/suggestion :> if it doesn't follow the guidelines in one way but is still workable, i'm glad to work with you to make it happen. thank you for requesting if you do, it really means a lot.