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Chapter 6 titled ‘ Uncertainty’ of Darling, my heart loved you from the start. Posted!

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Good Intentions Part Twenty-Seven

The fallout from Silco's most recent stunt sends shockwaves through the Haven... but not as much as his latest attempt to ensnare you.

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

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,900

Warnings: Drug mentions, mentions of addiction and relapse, mentions of poisoning, innuendo, unprotected sex, restraints, emotional conversations, references to Silco's operations in Arcane Season One

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The fallout from Silco’s stunt kept the Haven occupied for almost a month. 

Not only had he leaked Shimmer into the streets, he had ordered his distributors to offer it at one-third the usual price. Anyone who wasn’t fully recovered had been unable to refuse an offer like that, and the patient relapses you’d seen in the neighborhood had numbered in the triple digits.

The only thing that had kept you going was that the neighborhood had poured out support for the Haven. Jazper and Ronid had come by with two additional doctors, hired temporarily to help assist with the recovery efforts. The other members of the Undercity Innovation Committee had donated other things: enough food to support the Haven without sparing volunteers for kitchen duty, free electrical and maintenance work, help writing grant proposals, and some extra donation money. 

Even people who had nothing to do with governing the Undercity had reached out to support the Haven, doing everything from clearing rubble from the entrance to guarding the building at night. 

It was humbling, and you worked around the clock to take care of everyone who had chosen to keep fighting their addiction. 

Fortunately for both the Haven and the struggles of its patients, Silco’s Shimmer sale seemed to have been an isolated incident. The dealers had been pulled from the area and no one had seen them since that fateful night. It didn’t speed the recovery of the people who had been impacted, but it helped reduce the number of people who came in needing help. 

An unexpected downside to Silco’s new, self-imposed business limitations was that he was doing his best to start communicating with you again. 

Every day, you found a letter waiting outside of your door. More often than not, you found a different letter waiting on your desk at the end of the day. You had briefly started avoiding your office, but the envelopes appeared on your pillow. 

No matter how many people you asked, no one admitted to delivering letters for Silco. Clearly, he had someone at the Haven who was willing to do some work on his behalf. The problem was that you had no idea how to figure out who it was. There were more unfamiliar faces in the Haven than familiar ones, these days, and it wasn’t as if you could start turning people away on suspicion that they were working for the head Chem Baron himself. 

You suspected that Silco wanted to meet. It was only a suspicion, since you refused to read any of the letters. You didn’t know who was delivering them, so it wasn’t as if you could send them back to him unopened to make your point. You settled for burning them, leaving enough for whoever was sneaking into your office to see that you had never opened a single envelope.

But at last, the number of patients began to dwindle. Having beaten their Shimmer addictions back for the moment, people left the Haven. Some of them came back to work with other patients or to volunteer on a more permanent basis. That helped, but you were still relieved when the number of patients from the surprise Shimmer release returned to the single digits. 

The day your borrowed doctors left the Haven was the day you finally relaxed. The remainder of the patients were in the final stages of their withdrawal and actively working toward recovery. Things were wrapping up nicely, but there was also the benefit of having fewer people in the Haven who could be delivering Silco’s letters. 

And yes, you did feel bad about counting that as a benefit. 

You stopped by your office that night, tired almost beyond reason. Perhaps that was the reason you were filled with near-rage at the sight of the envelope on your desk. 

You snatched it up from the desk, but your hands refused to obey your commands from there. Instead of flinging it into the fireplace, they ripped it open and pulled the page free. Silco’s angular writing was difficult to read in the shivering light of the fire, but you managed. 

My dearest philanthropist, 

I would say that I have given up all hope of you reading my letters, but I know two things: firstly, that you are insatiably curious. If you were not, I believe our association would not have lasted nearly so long as it has. 

Secondly, and more importantly, you know that I would not reach out idly. Surely you know me well enough by now to suspect that I would make an offer. 

Of course, you would have recognized far earlier than this that I was interested in bargaining with you, but it has been reported to me that you have yet to open a single one of my letters. 

Before I propose any further deals, I will assume you are still upset about your lost opportunity to work for Piltover. Have you not yet realized that I acted as I did as a favor to you? Piltover has never worked toward any ends that did not benefit them directly. It is likely that they would have positioned you as a scapegoat when their task force failed… and it would have. 

In any case, you would have lost your reputation in the Undercity as surely as you believe it has suffered across the river. The recovery of a reputation in Zaun is a far longer and more arduous process than it is in Piltover. 

I find myself rambling in this letter, and I blame you. With no guarantee of when you will finally open one of my messages, I am forced to write from somewhere softer than my mind. Perhaps not my heart, but somewhere nearer its vicinity than I am accustomed. 

Allow me to make my offer before this letter grows still longer: come to The Last Drop. I want to discuss terms with you face-to-face. For my end of the deal, I will vow to keep Shimmer from ever entering the Haven’s neighborhood again. You can decide what you are willing to give in exchange. 

I hope to see you soon, sweetheart.

- Silco 

You stared at the page long after you had finished reading. You didn’t trust Silco’s offer - not in the slightest. But if there was a chance you could keep Shimmer off of the streets permanently, wouldn’t you be far more foolish not to look into it? 

That was what had gotten you into this mess, and the one before it, and the one before that, but what was your alternative? If there was any hope you could help someone, how could you refuse to take the risk? Even if you were the one who would suffer if that hope turned out to be false. 

You didn’t burn the envelope. Not because you were tired, or feeling sentimental. If you were going to show up at The Last Drop, you were going to make sure Silco knew you were coming. Whoever was leaving the envelopes had clearly told him that they were going unread. With any luck, they would report back to him that you had read this one. 

Silco would know what it meant. 

You slept soundly that night, dreams held at bay for the first time in well over a week. The plan had been formulated, and there was nothing left to do until the following day. 

Just after ten the next morning, you left the Haven. Okkan had wanted to come with you, but you had assured him and Fletcher that you were fine. Yi was sleeping after her late guard shift; she would have been much more difficult to convince. 

The Lanes were quiet, as they always were in the morning. In the weak midmorning light, you could almost consider them peaceful. Fortunately, you also weren’t stupid, so you kept your guard up to avoid any enterprising and motivated pickpockets deciding to practice their craft first-thing in the morning. 

The door to The Last Drop was unlocked, and you let yourself in without a fuss. If the unlocked door hadn’t convinced you that Silco knew you were coming, the sight of the main bar would have. 

The mismatched tables and chairs that typically filled the space in front of the bar had been cleared away. Instead, there was a small table draped with a white tablecloth and topped with a small flower arrangement. Chairs sat on either side of the table, angled so that neither had its back to the main door. 

“Good morning,” Silco greeted, walking around the bar. 

He looked incredibly… domestic. His sleeves were rolled up so he could carry a silver tray with a cover on it. You watched dumbly as he set the tray on the table, worried for a moment that it would hold a severed head or something equally horrifying, but he removed the cover to reveal breakfast. 

The plates, both bearing your favorite breakfast - when had he found that out? - were placed in front of either seat, while a smaller dish of pastries ended up beside the flowers. Silco tucked the tray and the cover behind the bar and rejoined you.

“Do not worry,” he told you with a smile. “I remember that you do not trust the food I offer you. You choose your preferred seat and I will gladly sample everything first so you know it is trustworthy.” 

You frowned for a moment, wracking your mind for what he could be talking about. At last, a shadowy memory appeared, one in which you were waiting for your first meeting with Silco. You hadn’t touched the food he had sent out for you. Apparently, he was determined that the same thing wouldn’t happen again. 

You took a seat, watching as Silco sat opposite you. He cut a bite of food, checking to be sure that you were watching him. 

“You don’t need to do that,” you told him quietly. He paused, eyes searching your face intently. “If you were going to kill me, you would just kill me. Poison isn’t really your style.” 

Silco’s smile faded. “I would prefer that you trust me because I have proven myself trustworthy, but I suppose that is a point well-made. Poison has never been a favorite tool of mine, and never one I would deploy against you.” 

You hummed skeptically and took a bite of your breakfast without further comment. 

“If I may,” Silco said, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you, “what drove you to open one of my letters?” 

You pondered the question, taking a sip of water before offering your answer. “I’m not really sure. Maybe I just hoped you had something worthwhile to say.” 

Silco’s polite smile turned to something sharper. “And I assume, from your presence here, that you were satisfied?” 

The way he purred ‘satisfied’ wreaked havoc on your body, not least because your psyche had decided that now was the perfect time to play back all of the hyper-realistic dreams you’d had about him over the past month. 

With any luck, none of that was showing on your face. “Maybe I’m just curious to see what price you plan to ask in exchange for keeping Shimmer off of the streets.” 

Silco’s face grew serious once more. “I meant what I wrote. You name what you are willing to give for it.” 

“Last time, you had a specific price in mind,” you remarked, half-hoping for another smirk. 

Silco didn’t take the bait. “I mean for this to be a negotiation, one taking place between two equal parties. You name your offer and I will decide if it is fair.” 

A distinct throb between your thighs let you know that your libido would be thrilled to make the same deal as you had last time. Your brain warned that it was a bad idea, but that voice was growing steadily quieter under the flood of lust surging through your body.

It would be easier, you realized, if Silco just wanted your body. If you could narrow down what he wanted to something as simple and limited as the option to fuck you a few times a month. 

But in the light of your newly realized feelings, you couldn't ignore that he hadn't done that. Silco hadn't given any hint of what he might want from you, but he also hadn't limited you to making offers based on physical pleasure. 

It was so much worse. You would rather keep yourself from having any hope at all rather than risk everything for the slim possibility that he felt a shadow of what you did. 

You set your fork down, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You had come here for a purpose - to keep Shimmer away from the Haven. It didn't matter if doing that meant denying yourself. You were used to that. The important thing was helping people. That was all that had ever been important. 

“If we want this to be a business discussion, maybe we should go to your office,” you suggested. Silco watched you blankly, and you expanded, “I've seen you do quite a bit of business and none of it ever happened in an empty bar.”

“Would you care to finish your breakfast first?” Silco asked. 

Your stomach was right with nerves, with fear that you wouldn't be able to come to an agreement with him. Even the few bites you had taken were sitting heavily. 

You shook your head. “Not unless you need the time to finish yours.” 

Silco stood immediately. “Unnecessary. Follow me.” 

You were amused despite yourself as you followed Silco to his office. It wasn't as if you hadn't been there before - you knew the way. But if he wanted to lead, there was something more to it. Maybe he just wanted to prove that he was willing to have you at his back. 

Silco’s office was precisely the same as it had been the last time you were there. The desk spoke of the messy mind and busy life of someone doing his best to rule a city. The wicked-looking lance he used for his eye was kept carefully behind the desk, but it was softened slightly by the neon doodles on the handle. The furniture was just as austere as ever, though it was less intimidating when you could vividly remember every time you had been sprawled naked across each surface. 

Somehow, it felt like home, and that made your stomach tighten reflexively with nerves.

Silco sat behind his desk, motioning for you to sit across from him. When you did, he folded his hands on the desk’s surface, fixing you with a mismatched stare. “If you prefer to get straight to business, let us do so. What are you willing to give me in exchange for the Haven’s neighborhood remaining free of Shimmer?” 

You smiled mirthlessly. “I have nothing you want.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far, my dear,” Silco said, openly admiring you. 

The exchange was familiar, a faint echo of the conversation that had started you both on this path. There was a gleam in Silco’s eyes, a fond reminiscence that made you want to smile at him in earnest. 

But you gathered your willpower and shook your head. “We can’t make that deal again, remember? When you came to the Haven last month, you said that was the only chance to resume our original deal. I turned you down.”

“I could be persuaded to make an exception.” 

You arched a brow. “Really? This would be the first time I’ve ever seen it. Why?” 

“I miss you,” he admitted openly. When you frowned, he leaned toward you. “No lies or manipulations - I have missed you. I have felt your absence every day since we ended our meetings.”

“You missed me, so you released Shimmer outside of the Haven?” you asked, wincing at the open hurt in your voice. “You missed me so badly that the only thing you could do was try to destroy everything I’ve worked toward for the past few years of my life?” 

“I had to-” Silco broke off with a rueful laugh. “I had to give you a reason to come back to me.” 

You gaped. “So you-?” 

Silco raised his hand, cutting off your protestations. “No, pet, let me say this. I need to, and I need you to listen. And if you still hate me afterward, I will let you live in peace. No more Shimmer and no more contact with me, I give you my word.” 

After a moment of consideration, you sat back in your chair and motioned for him to continue. 

With a deep breath, he did. “I know you have no need for me. Everything I provided for you, you are well capable of getting for yourself. You have managed without my security team, you found support for your Haven that has nothing to do with my donations, and you stood against Shimmer sales in the area. You have built a fine enterprise. I- I have nothing to offer you anymore.”

“So I had to resort to underhanded dealings.” Silco shook his head with a rueful little smile. “Perhaps you do not realize how well the Haven withstood my Shimmer. I pulled my dealers, but they were far less profitable than I had expected. I would have withdrawn them regardless. I did regret my actions, but they were born of desperation. You wouldn’t agree to a new deal, and I realized how capable you are even without assistance from me. ”

Silco pressed his hands against the desk’s surface, making grim eye contact with you. “I hoped that I could push you into answering me. More than that, I hoped to force you into making another deal with me, into seeing that you could not survive down here without my protection. I was wrong. You have made a place for yourself here and - more importantly - you have found a way to care for the people of Zaun. I see what you have done to change and shape their lives and it has forced me to accept what I have known for months: I am yours.” 

The kind thing would be to say something in reply to that revelation. You wanted to, but it was so far from anything you had expected him to say that you couldn’t do anything but gape at him. Silco’s gaze stayed trained on your face, but there was a tightness around his eyes and mouth that spoke of nervousness. 

“If-” You broke off to clear your throat, trying to make your voice sound less waveringly uncertain. “If you aren’t being sincere, please don’t say that. Don’t joke about it or use it to manipulate me. Please.” 

“Manipulate you?” Silco repeated, sounding irritated. “Pet, you don’t seem to understand that I have done the very opposite. I have given you the keys to everything I can offer. I have given you the simplest possible way to manipulate me.” 

“I wouldn’t,” you assured him instantly. He lifted a brow and you repeated, “I wouldn’t.”

“And why wouldn’t you?” he asked. “You could everything you wanted without being required to give anything in return-”

“Because I care about you, Silco,” you snapped. 

Immediately afterward, a deathly silence fell in the office and you leapt to your feet. There was nothing to do but leave after that. 

You didn’t make it even halfway to the door before Silco caught your arm, holding you steady as he stared down into your face. 

“If you are being insincere, please don’t say that.” You might have thought he was mocking you if he hadn’t looked so terribly concerned.

“Silco, why would I possibly lie about that?” you asked. “If you’re right and you’ve given me everything, why would I lie about my feelings? To not use the keys you gave me?” 

“You-” It wasn’t often that you saw Silco thrown off his game, but he seemed to struggle to find the right words. “You love me?” 

Strictly speaking, neither of you had said anything about love. But in the privacy of your thoughts, you had realized weeks ago that your feelings for Silco had run deeper than you had ever assumed. There was no other reason you would still care about him after everything he had done. 

Besides, you had already come this far. 

“Yes.” 

Silco was studying you with the stunned, slightly suspicious look of a mad scientist watching a successful experiment and you were starting to think this entire meeting had been a mistake. 

“Maybe we should-” 

Your suggestion was left forever unfinished as Silco kissed you suddenly, deeply, and with such fierceness that it took your breath away. When your lungs were screaming, you pushed him away. He didn’t go far, staying close enough that you could feel his rapid breathing across your kiss-swollen lips. 

“Feels like we should talk about this.” 

Silco chuckled against your neck. “I can think of several more productive ways we could spend our time…” 

Everything in your body voiced a sudden and vehement opinion that Silco was right, and that sounded like a much better idea. You lifted your face for another kiss and Silco was quick to indulge you. 

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur. There was kissing and touching and the marvelous scent of Silco - how could you have missed one person so much? - and when it was over, you were lying naked on his bed. Silco was finishing stripping off his own clothes, eyes already devouring you with a predatory eagerness that probably should have scared you. 

When he was as bare as you, Silco joined you on the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, kissing every bit of skin he could reach and exploring the rest with his wandering hands. You arched against him, fighting for as much contact as possible. It was like your body was drinking him in, soaking up everything you had been missing out on since your deal had been on pause. 

Silco’s fingers were even more dextrous than you remembered, plying your flesh and molding you still closer. If there was a breath of space between you, it was only so that he could sneak a touch into that same spot. You felt like you were on fire, but it only drove you to kiss him with more desperation. 

When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you reached down and took his length in a firm grip. The heat of him throbbed in your hand and Silco’s natural eye went heavy-lidded. He leaned forward to press another kiss to your lips, pulling away just far enough to whisper, “Missed you, pet.” 

It reminded you so strongly of the vivid dreams you had experienced that you nipped his lip to see if he would react like a real person. If you were dreaming again, you would be incredibly disappointed…

Silco pulled back with a garbled curse before plundering your mouth, delivering a wicked pinch to your hip at the same time. He took full advantage of your gasp to deepen the kiss even further. 

Without any clear thought or plan, you tightened your legs around his narrow hips and rolled, forcing him to the mattress while you straddled him from above. Your hands moved back down to his cock, teasing the head of it against the throbbing point of your clit. 

Silco bared his chipped teeth up at you. “You’re killing me, lovely.” 

“Can’t- mmmm… Can’t help it,” you babbled. “Feel so good…”

You bucked mindlessly on top of him until both of you were thoroughly slicked up and aching, but you couldn’t tear yourself away from the sensation long enough to line yourself up with him. 

That horrible, shining thread of tension broke for both of you at the same moment. Silco’s eyes narrowed and his fingers dug into your hips, lifting just as you planted your feet to do the same. 

Despite your best joint efforts, you weren’t properly aligned and the two of you slid against each other awkwardly. Silco growled while you let out what could only be termed a whine, but the frustration seemed to sharpen your concentration. The second time you tried to impale yourself on him, your breath caught at the feeling of his head notched against your entrance. 

Then you were lowering yourself and Silco was thrusting upward and he slid home with a teeth-rattling slam. If there was anyone else in The Last Drop, they would have heard your cry. It bounced off the high ceiling, echoing back to you in a cacophony of ecstasy that only drove you and Silco higher. 

If you had thought grinding against Silco felt wonderful, it was nothing compared to the tremendous depth of pleasure you felt at having him so deeply inside of you. All you could do was lift and lower, fucking yourself on him as Silco’s hands took some of your weight and tried to speed your movements. 

The slap of flesh meeting flesh was loud in the room, almost drowning out the shaking breaths that you and Silco were panting. His thumb found your clit, drawing a quick circle before he pressed down against the sensitive nerve cluster. It made you tighten desperately around him and Silco swore vividly. 

Of course, that didn’t stop him from repeating the torment. 

“I’m going- going to-” Your voice was far beyond breathy. It was almost reedy with the effort it was taking to stave off your impending orgasm.

Silco groaned, loud and hoarse. “Been dreaming about the way you feel when you come around my cock. Come for me, darling. Show me everything I’ve been missing.”

As if he had some sort of direct line into your nerves, the muscles of your core started to flutter and spasm, constricting around him like you were going to collapse in on yourself. 

That was more true than you realized. If there was ever a person in your life who felt like a black hole, it was Silco. Mysterious and fascinating and utterly unknowable. It was a strange series of thoughts to have during an orgasm, but your mind was locked into it by that point. Silco was such an outsized presence in your life, and to think that he loved you… well, it was almost beyond what your mind could comprehend. 

Then your mind went fuzzy and you didn’t have to worry about comprehending anything anymore. All that was left was pleasure and heat and the feeling of Silco fucking upward into you with every bit of force he could muster. He buried himself deep as he came, spreading more heat through your core and dripping out to smear between you. 

When your shaking thighs refused to hold you up any longer, you collapsed forward and onto his chest. Silco held you there, arms tight around you as you both caught your breath, then rolled you gently to one side so he could curl himself against your back. 

“I cannot believe you exist,” he murmured, tracing a tickling line over your temple. “And the idea that you love me… it is impossible.” 

You smiled despite yourself. “I feel the same way about you loving me.” 

He kissed your fingertips, humming softly as he folded your hand into his. 

Eventually, the flood of hormones receded enough for you to think clearly. “Silco? What does this-? Do we-? What, exactly, does this change?” 

Silco chuckled softly, and you felt the warmth of it against the nape of your neck. “As much or little as you’d like, pet. The Haven will be under my protection, but I can be as subtle about it as you’d like. And there will be no Shimmer in the neighborhood.” 

You thought that over for a while. The idea of Silco having a hand in the Haven again made you a little uncomfortable, but more for appearance’s sake than any real concern. And the majority of people had already proven that their morals were performative - you were horrible and the Haven was worthless… until they needed something. 

In the end, you relaxed against Silco. “This city isn’t going to know what hit it.” 

Silco laughed - a genuine, happy sound totally unlike the sardonic smirks you usually saw from him. “Too true, my little philanthropist. You and I united will be a force unlike anything they’ve ever seen.”

“I have a few ideas on where to start,” you confided, eyelids drooping with weariness. 

“I do, as well,” Silco agreed. “In fact, I’ve already begun the preparations for our final push for freedom.” 

You hummed, nearly asleep already. Silco pressed a kiss to the curve of your shoulder and you stirred yourself back to wakefulness. “Hmm? You have a final push worked out?” 

“Of course.” Silco sounded affectionately amused, as if it was adorable that you thought he would do anything without planning it fully. “I’ve hired a scientist to work out the details. He tells me the final product will take a few years to develop, but we have the time. We can continue our improvements to Zaun until then.” 

You were fully awake by that point, frowning blankly at the far wall. “Wait…” With some effort, you wiggled around until you were facing Silco directly. “You’ve hired someone to work on… what? What is this product? Sounds like you already have some things set in stone.” 

“Not quite, darling,” Silco assured you. “Just putting some pieces in place. I’ll still need to work out the final plan. In fact, I would welcome your help with that.”

“Okay, but say I want some of the details now,” you pushed. “What product are you having developed?” 

He sighed, rolling back on the pillow to stare up at the ceiling. “Very well, since you are so interested… It is a compound, similar to Shimmer in some ways, but not addictive. Not in the slightest.” 

Your hum was distinctly skeptical. “But what does it do?” 

“It mimics the increased adrenaline and reduced pain reception of the user,” Silco explained. “The adrenaline allows the user to push their body past many natural limits. They will accomplish incredible things.” 

You tensed, fighting the urge to sit upright. “So it turns people into super soldiers. But what about after the effects have subsided? Are there negative health impacts? And even if it isn’t chemically addictive, people can become obsessed with feeling like they have that kind of power.”

“It isn’t addictive because the user rarely survives,” Silco said, finally looking at you once more. You flinched, and he cupped your cheek. “This is precisely why I wished to spare you the details. You have a the ideals of a dreamer, despite your willingness to fight for a good cause.” 

“You’re planning to have people take a drug that will probably kill them.” You shook your head slowly. “What cause could be worth that? Scaring Piltover?” 

“No, I have no use for frightening them,” Silco said, grimacing. “They are fearful enough already. My soldiers would be dispensed to fight off guards, infiltrate the city, and clear the way to the Piltover Council.” 

“And-” Your pulse was thundering so hard that your voice shook with it. “And when you get to the Council?” 

“I kill them all, of course.” 

You gaped at that, horrified by the casual ease of his answer. Silco seemed oblivious to your feelings, kissing and nipping along the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“Silco, you can’t do that,” you said, gently pushing him away.

He blinked at you, the beginnings of irritation growing on his face. “And why, precisely, can I not?” 

“Because you can’t take Piltover by force!” 

“No, I cannot,” Silco agreed, a sly smile growing on his face. “Not yet, at least. But the initial trials are more than promising.”

“This isn’t an option,” you argued. “You’ll do even more harm if you come in by attacking the Council and using drugged soldiers as your muscle.” 

A muscle ticced in Silco’s jaw, and you changed your tone to a logical one instead. “Think of it this way: if you take the city by force, you’ll hold it for a while. You’re clever and you have the ability to draw followers. But if you present yourself as a powerful enemy, the people will combine forces to fight  against you. They will always see you as an invader to repel. You’ll never manage to quell the resistance to Zaun.” 

“Have you already forgotten that I’ll have an army powered by one of the most potent substances ever developed in this city?” Silco asked archly. 

“You’ll have a single-use army,” you countered. “And as more and more of them sacrifice themselves for this war, you’ll have fewer and fewer supporters willing to fight for you.” 

“Then I’ll make it so they have no choice but to fight for me,” Silco bit out. 

You furrowed your brows, studying him more intensely than you had since you first met. There was nothing but resolve in his expression, and you knew without further questioning that you wouldn’t change his mind. He was going to destroy Piltover - and, in doing so, he would destroy any hope for the nation of Zaun. 

With a sigh, you tossed back the covers he had tucked over you and made to rise from the bed. 

Silco caught at your wrist, pinning it to the mattress. “Where are you going?” 

“I’m not going to convince you to change your plan, and you’re not going to convince me that it’s a good idea.” You smiled sadly at him. “It seems we’ve finally found something we cannot agree on.” 

You tugged a little harder at your wrist, but Silco held firm. “But you love me and I love you. You’ve admitted as much.” 

“I do love you,” you agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I can support you in this. Whatever concessions you were going to make for the Haven, consider them either paid for or unaccepted. I think it would be best if we don’t meet up again.”

The cool slither against your skin was followed by two distinct clicks. You turned slowly, both knowing and dreading what you would see when you did: Silco had handcuffed you to one of the rings embedded in his headboard. 

“Silco, take this off of me.” You managed to keep your voice even despite the panic rising in your chest. 

“No.” 

You couldn’t help but pull against the metal encircling your wrist. It did nothing but make you feel more trapped. “Silco!”

“No,” he snapped again, voice harsh enough to make you stop struggling momentarily. “I lost you once. I don't intend to be so careless as to allow it to happen a second time.” 

“Silco,” you pleaded, striving for a less confrontational tone. “This is insane. I can't just stay locked in your room.”

“We love each other,” he reminded you, buttoning his pants. “Everything else will work out in time.”

And then he left, slipping shirtless into his office. You tugged fruitlessly at the handcuffs and tried to keep your breathing steady.

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Author's Note - They were SO CLOSE to a happy ending. But Silco will always be Silco and our dear reader just can't handle some of his more pragmatic plots.

We're in the final stretch now, friends! Only a few more chapters until the end of this story.

Thank you for reading! If I can ask a favor, I haven't had the chance to watch any of Arcane Season Two yet, so if you choose to review (thank you!), please try to avoid including any spoilers. I can tell from my tumblr notifications on this story that Silco must be in S2, but I'm trying not to know how much or in what capacity. I'll try to be caught up by the time I post the next chapter.

I'll see you soon!

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter One

also on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), profanity, mentions of death and addiction

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter One:

The undercity was certainly something.

Especially at night, when shadows extended their smoky tendrils to allow those dabbling in unsavoury business to lurk, gloomy buildings hiding things you’d be safer off not knowing within. People milling about, going about their private, dangerous business.

Water splashed across the street as your foot landed in a puddle, ankle twisting the wrong way as you tore through the filthy streets, enforcers hot on your heels. All this for heckling an officer? You clutched your shawl around you as the wind almost buffered it away.

It was ridiculous.

After bumping into a large man, a mother and her child, and knocking over a crate of sludge-y creatures, shouts trailing after you, you found an alleyway to disappear into. You scrambled up some wooden beams, eventually emerging onto the flat roof of the low, squatting building. You watched the idiotic Pilties run straight ahead, missing your small detour entirely, and scoffed, stepping away from the edge.

You turned, and made your way across the rooftops of Zaun. 

You’d reached an impasse. Well, not really- nothing a simple jump couldn’t fix. You squinted down into the dusty darkness of the narrow alley below your feet. This part of the undercity was silent- but you could hear the lapping water, and knew you were close to the river.

Vaulting over a concrete bar and pushing off with your feet, you landed on the other side of the gap with a thud. The roof shook, and you yelped as a tile slid off the edge, and crashed into the darkness.

Holding your breath, you heard nothing. The water continued to rumble. You turned to leave.

Until- 

“Fuck.”

You froze in horror. 

Creeping back towards the piped edge of the roof, weight on the backs of your feet, you peered into the darkness. The glowing end of a cigarette burned orange. You gulped.

A man emerged, stepping into your view. His brow was furrowed. Your hands were shaking. “I-I’m sorry!” You called out, and he scowled. 

“You nearly hit me!” He almost-yelled back. But taking a look at your face his expression softened. Against better judgement, you slid down the pipe, feet landing on the ground with an oof.

He looked at you, eyebrows raised. Someone in the undercity coming down to personally apologise for something like that instead of laughing in one’s face and running away was rare. He looked at the apologetic look on your face, and watched as you opened your mouth to speak while also stretching out your hand.

“I’m sorry…”

He reached for your hand too, ready to dismissively accept your apology and move on with his night.

“…But can I have a cigarette?”

His expression dropped.

You lazily took the cigarette from his hands and took a long, deep drag, tendrils of smoke curling from your mouth. At his frown, you moved it from your lips to speak.

“What? You don’t have herpes, do you? I’m not going to get it, am I?”

Wordlessly, he shook his head. You studied his face. Strong features, blue-green eyes. He wasn’t half bad looking.

I wouldn’t mind getting an STD from him.

Without a single reaction to your rather graphic thought you took another drag on the cigarette, before handing it back to him. “Thanks. Not everyone here knows that sharing is caring.”

He laughs, guarded, and then stops himself, surprised such a sound even came out at your words. You smiled at him sweetly. “And sorry for almost hitting your head and bashing it in with a tile. Though it wasn’t my fault, was it?”

“I suppose it was an accident,” he said stiffly, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his heel. “Miss…”

“[name]. Janna, I really needed to calm my nerves.” You stretched, arching your back like a cat, feeling the bones pop and muscles stretch deliciously. The man wet his lips, looking out at the street through the alley.

“And why would that be?” His voice was smooth. You readjusted your shawl. 

“Some enforcers were chasing me. The usual.” You let out a slow sigh, going to leave the alley without as much as a goodbye. He didn’t say anything, just watched you leave.

You planted a foot out into the street.

“That’s her!” 

You whipped your head around, watching a gaggle enforcers charging towards you. A scream tore from your lips you rushed back into the alleyway. The man grabbed you as you almost crashed into his chest.

“Fucking run!”

Shimmying up the pipe, you were back on the roof. You didn’t spare a turn to look back as your heavy lunges rattled the roofs, leaping over bars and gaps. You turned and saw an enforcer slip through a gap in the roofs, crashing into the street below. The man from the alley was just at your shoulder. Without a sparing a second you turned and left.

Once you were certain you’d lost the enforcers you stopped, chest heaving, and slumped onto the ground- roof- beneath you. The man stayed standing, eyeing you with an unreadable expression.

“Okay,” you gasped, turning over. “Now I’m actually sorry.” Coughing while trying to catch your breath you extended a hand. “Do you have water or something? I’m sorry.”

He let out a heavy sigh, not knowing how to behave in this situation as he took out a flask, crouching down and holding it out to you as you continuously mumbled apologies. You gulped down the water inside. “It isn’t poisoned, is it?” You sighed, wiping your mouth as you handed it back. He sat down as he took it, joining you on the slanted roof. 

“You only think to ask that after you’ve downed half the thing?” His voice was filled with amusement. You ignored him.

“I’m sorry, mister…”

“Silco.”

You stared at him as he took out another cigarette, patting his pockets for a lighter. Without a word you took one out, flicking it open and pushing down to activate the flame. You held it in front of his face. “I’m sorry, Silco.”

The cigarette lit up. You studied his profile, mainly the line of his sharp nose as he inhaled deeply.

“It’s fine. Why do you keep apologizing?”

“I got you involved in a chase with enforcers after almost dropping a tile on your head and taking your cigarette.”

“You didn’t have to take the cigarette,” he muttered, miffed. You ignored him, the lighter snapping shut. “And my plans for the night have been ruined…”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He looked at you, chuckling. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Such generosity is rare.”

“Not generosity. Justice.”

He laughed again, at your dramatics this time as he rolled the cigarette in between his long fingers. “Right. Justice.”

“So, one favour.”

“That’s a dangerous offer, [name].” A thought struck him, and he furrowed his brow. “Don’t tell me you’re from topside.”

You stared at him for a minute, then scoffed. “Of course I’m not. What makes you think that?”

“Your naivety.” He blew smoke from his lungs, and you watched as it curled over the rooftops. “It’s not a good idea to go around offering favours to strangers.”

“I’m as much of a trencher as you are, Silco,” you scoffed.

At this, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. You stared at him in shock as his lip curled, expression furious. You blinked, unmoving. 

“Zaunite.”

“Wh-what?”

“Use Zaunite. Not the name they gave us.” His grip on your wrist loosened before falling away completely. You nodded.

“Right.”

It fell silent.

“And I’ll never cash in that favour.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

“Because, it’s a stupid idea. If anything, I’m doing you a favour.” Another drag. You turned over to look at the sky.

“Thanks… I guess?”

He chuckled again, smoke curling from in between his teeth. Your face felt warm. “You’re strange.”

“So I’ve been told. What exactly were the plans for your night that I so rudely ruined?”

He didn’t say anything.

“I hope you weren’t visiting a cathouse.”

He groaned, and you laughed, snatching the cigarette off of him. He didn’t stop you. “Certainly not. Not for the cats, at least.”

“The cats?”

“The women, [name].”

“Well, what else would you go there for?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You frown. “Right… so no prostitutes.”

“Definitely not. It’s an immoral practice.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “A trencher with morals. I see.”

“Zaunite,” he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, sucking on the cigarette. “Well, I don’t care. They’re just making a living.”

“And what would you consider immoral?”

You blew out a cloud of smoke, and for a moment you considered saying something that he’d agree with, racking your brains for an appropriate answer. He clearly hated topside…

“What those Pilties are doing. Their prejudice against us,” you said proudly. He gave a small laugh.

“Right. Everyone thinks that. Something unique, please.”

You stayed silent. “Well… I do believe capitalising on addiction is quite immoral.”

“Ironic, considering that cigarette you’re holding.”

“There are extremes.” Your voice was low, and it was clear there was a story behind the subject. He didn’t press you, simply watching you put out the cigarette on the tin roof, your appetite for nicotine crushed.

After a quiet moment you spoke. “My sister was pregnant. Some… drug lord got her hooked onto something.” You rested your head down. “It was dangerous. They don’t make it anymore.” He hummed silently. “I lost both her and the baby. And she was all I had left, so…”

“The father?”

You scoffed, and that told him more than he needed to know.

“That… drug… business owner… whatever he was- he didn’t need money. He was filthy rich,” you spat. “A-“ your eyes slid to Silco- “A Zaunite, hoarding money, sucking life out of his own people, and not sharing a single drop. I hate that bastard.”

“What became of him?”

“Business crushed, killed by enforcers.” Your response was curt.

He hummed. “Well, in that case, I certainly won’t go down that path.”

“…I suppose I won’t work in a brothel either.”

“Or own one,” he added. You laughed.

“Or own one.”

You sighed gently, standing up. “Well, I hope whatever business you missed gets resolved. Goodbye, Silco.” You made to climb down to the street.

“Wait-“

You looked up.

“You said you don’t have anyone. If you’re ever… looking for company, go to the Last Drop. Tell the bartender you’re looking for Silco.”

Your eyes enlarged as you stowed the name in your memory. “The Last Drop,” you repeated, then nodded.

“Goodbye, [name].” 

You smiled again, and dropped down into the crowd.

When you looked back up to the sky, to the roof, he was gone.

-

[zhenyaiam]

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅

Summary: A spoiled piltie. Always get on Sevika's nerves.

Cw: NSFW, dom!Sevika, bottom!reader, fingering, oral, fem!reader

a/n: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 b𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.✨

Silco had struck one of his biggest deals of the year, assigning Sevika to guard one of Piltover's elites. Eager not to miss the party tonight, you decided to sneak out through your window.

Or at least you tried, until strong hands grabbed your waist and pulled you back inside, tossing you onto your bed. Sevika stood over you, her eyes cold and her usual scowl on her face. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded with her aggressive voice.

You looks up to her and sighs in frustration

"Nowhere? Just wanted to sit.. There. Yeah.." You looked at the window sill.

“A likely story.” She retorted, crossing her arms in disapproval. “You think I haven’t noticed your little sneaks out for the past few weeks? I’m not an idiot, sweetheart.”

“Ahgg there’s is a big party. They are waiting for me. I want to go there.” You said annoyed as you stands up from the bed looking up to the older woman.

“I don’t care. You aren’t going and that’s final.”

She responded, a hard edge to her voice. She was a tall woman, her arms covered with battle scars, her chest visibly muscular even through her shirt, and her prosthetic arm a dull metallic grey, and she towered over you.

“I’m your bodyguard. Everything is my job, and that means watching where you go and what you do. And you are not going out into the city where you can get hurt. Now either you give it up, like a good little girl, or I will physically prevent you from going anywhere tonight.”

"This is pure shit!" you grumbled and sat down on the bed.

In an instant, Sevika grabbed your chin in her grip, tilting it up and forcing you to look at her. “You will refrain from using such language, Y/N. I don’t care who the hell you think you are, you will show respect to me. Got that?” She asked, her thumb tracing your lower lip, her body pressed against yours as she forced you to stay in place, almost mocking you.

You mumbled something under your breath and answered.

"Got it"

Her eyes travel down to your dress as she pulls up onto the edge of your bed, still towering over you.

“Im a Piltover elite.” You huffs. “Not just some dirty Zaunite that you can just...look down.” you looked up and down Sevika

“Do I look like I care hm?” Her eyes never leave your face, though she does occasionally look at your chest.

She leans in a bit closer, not seeming to worry that she’s invading your personal space.

“If you won’t show the appropriate respect for the house rules, maybe I’ll make you regret being so disobedient.” She says with a smirk and her eyes once more travel down your body.

"I am superior to you."

“And? Does that put you above house rules?” She says, the smirk still on her face.

“...”

“That’s what I thought.” She says, her hand moving back onto your waist.

You push her hand away but her hand not budge.

“Leave me alone.”

“And why should I do that?” She asks, her other hand moving to join its partner, her grip tight enough to dig into the fabric of your dress.

“Because I said so. You work for ME. You do as I say.” You tried to push her hand away once more. But her hand didn't move.

As soon as those words leave your mouth her eyes narrow. Before you can respond, she shoves you down flat on the bed and pins you down, your thighs between her legs. Her grey piercing eyes looking trought your soul.

She presses you down and looks you in the eye for a moment before moving her lips just centimeters away from yours.

She says this through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to say that to me.”

“Sevika what are you doi—?!”

You look at her confused.

She doesn't give you a chance to respond, her chemtech arm moving up to press against your cheeks. She draws you closer so that your mouths are just millimeters apart.

She leans in closer, her eyes locking with your own.

“Do you need a reminder on where you stand?" She asks, her voice low.

“Im a the one who you protect. So you obey me.” You said as you tried to push her off of you.

Her voice is harsh even though it's close to your ear, her face still practically against yours.

"You obey me. I'm the one who keeps you safe, who protects you at all costs. So I think it's about time you pay for all that."

Her hand moves up your thigh to rest beneath your dress and she rubs her hand against your leg, pushing your dress up.

“Sevik—”

She silences you without hesitation, her chemtech hand moving back to your waist, this time to undo the buttons of your dress exposing your breasts.

She looks at you for a moment before leaning back to take in the sight.

"Mmm..." She hums, her voice softer now.

"My little Piltover elite all for me." She says before moving back. Her chemtech arm moves to your shoulders and her mouth moves back to your ear.

She whispers, "So I think it's time you started paying back."

You trying to cover yourself with your hands.

"Oh, are you still self-conscious about your body?" She asks, her voice slightly teasing.

She doesn't let you cover yourself before pulling your hand away. Pinning your hands above your head.

She licks your ear in spite and grins. "I don't think you should be. And you know I have these too. I've seen these before you know? " She says, a smirk on her face.

“S.. Sev.” You squirm, she squeeze your wrist to say you do not move.

”I hate you so much” You look away from her in embarrassment.

Her grin grows wider, she seems to enjoy your discomfort.

"But.. I think you're actually quite stunning." She says with a smirk.

"Especially right now."

You push her away or at least trying.

“Ah ah, don’t push me,” She said, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to stay still again. With her chemtech hand, she grabbed your wrists and pinned them firmly to the bed again, her body trapping yours underneath hers again, the heat of her body pressing against yours.

“Don’t act innocent. I’ve seen that spark in your eyes, that fire craving a taste of me. Why else would you keep trying to make me snap?” She murmured, pressing a kiss onto the corner of your mouth.

"Why would I ever want someone like you?" You asked.

“Oh really?” She asked, her breath warm against your skin, brushing close to your neck, a hand tracing over the edge of your throat. “Because I'm the only one who's * ever put you in your place, darling. That's why.”

She leaned in closer, her hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just lightly, threateningly holding you in place. “I'm the only one who's ever had the audacity to grab you and push you down."

"That, doesn't mean anything" You spitted out.

"Doesn't it now?" She purred, her thumb brushing over your lips, her eyes gleaming dangerously. "You've only ever been with those who treat you with kid gloves." She whispered, her voice like a sweet poison, as she loomed over you from above, her lips brushing against your forehead.

“But not me, I know how to handle you.

I know how to push you down to your knees. And you like it, don’t you? Because I’m the only one who puts you in your place.” She mused, her lips curving in a small smirk. "You want some control in your life, you like this feeling because its new to you. You always got anything you wanted. Without objections."

“I’m not just another spineless fool at your beck and call...

And now—” She gently tightened her hand on your throat, not enough to hurt you. Before you could say anything Sevika lips were on yours.

It was an possessive kiss, not tender or gentle in any way, Sevika’s lips crashing against yours in a fierce, demanding claim. Every inch of her mouth tasted, teeth grazing over your lower lip, drawing small gasps from you at the sharp tingle of pain and pleasure combined.

You tries to break the kiss what succeed for a second.

"I-I don't want this!" You said trying to get up from Sevika’s grasp.

Sevika grinned, pulling away just long enough to speak before diving back in, her lips moving against yours urgently. “Oh please. You wouldn’t still be lying here if you didn't want this.” She mumbled into the kiss, her fingers sliding through your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat to her onslaught.  She nipped and kissed her way down your jaw and neck, her teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. While her hands parting your legs more, under her body. One of her hand wanders down to you core.

“Do you honestly think you could hide this from me?” She asked, her tone playful as the edge of her thumb found your clothed cunt, circling it making your breath hitch, her mouth still on your neck, her tongue lapping at the hollow of your throat. “The looks you’ve been giving me, the way you’re always trying to push my buttons, so I’d pin you down and tease you? You can’t hide it.”  She murmured. “You just want someone to make you scream."

Her fingers circling over your clit a bit more, her thumb applying just a tiny bit more pressure, enough that you made the most delicious sound, your head falling back. “Someone to put you in your place,” She continued, her tongue tracing over the curve of your shoulder as she made her way further down, nipping at the sensitive skin. “And I’m that someone.” She with a swift motion take your underwear down dipping her head between your legs.

Her tongue flicked out, flicking over your clit with a quick, calculated move, before she licked at you with an almost teasing, almost torturous pace. With each swipe of her tongue, an electric thrill of pleasure shot up your spine, a small whimper leaving your lips, your back arching slightly. Sevika’s hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place.

"You don't get to hide this from me," She groaned, her mouth pressed against your sensitive skin, the sounds of her pleasure, muffled against your core. Her hands grip your thighs, spreading you with ease. “I'm going to find that sweet spot and make you sing."

At that, she licked at your clit, with a slow, almost languid pace. You shivered, your body squirming in her grasp, and Sevika kept you steady with a firm hold on both of your hips, not allowing you to move away from her assault.

Your breath hitched, your body shaking. "That’s it, baby girl, let me hear you." She mumbled, her fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing quick circular motions. You choked on a moan, one hand gripped firmly in your sheets while the other tangled in Sevika’s hair. Sevika grinned against your skin, feeling the shudder wrack through your body. “I’ve got you.”

"Sevika, mm please" You tried to arch your hips towards her.

“You need something, baby?" She asked, her tongue lapping at your clit as she spoke, her breath hot on you. “What do you need? Use your pretty words, darling.”

"Don't stop."

“I didn't want to” She whispered, her tongue flicking in quick motions, matching the rhythm of her two fingers as they pushed into you, her thumb still rubbing circles over your clit, and she pressed your legs open wider.

Her free hand traced over your stomach, before slipping up, tracing along the line of your ribs. Then she reached up, finding one of your nipples and pinching it, before rolling the harden bud between her fingers.

You gasped and arched your back, your body trembling under the attention, a sharp cry leaving your lips as she did. Sevika grinned and continued her ministrations, her mouth leave your sensitive flesh sucking the other nipples of you while her fingers pumping in and out of you.

You moaned, your breath coming out in pants now, your body shaking in her hands. “Sev..ika, I’m... I need...”

“What do you need, darling?” She asked, her tone teasing you as she nipped at your sensitive flesh, her fingers pumping into you even rougher than before curling them upwards, her thumb rubbing in fast circles over your clit. “Use that pretty voice, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”

With a strangled gasp, you managed to get the words out “I’m.. close, I’m so close..”

At that, Sevika smirked, her fingers curling in a come-hither gesture, pressing against your sensitive spot. “Then let go for me, pretty girl. I’ve got you.” She leans to your lips kissing you.

The sound of your moans echoed in the room, swallowed by Sevika’s mouth with every kiss. “Perfect girl,” She growled between kisses, her tone rough. “Making these perfect sounds for me. So sweet, so good. Gods you’re so beautiful.”

The pleasure built up inside you, like a dam ready to break, then Sevika leaned down, her mouth back to your pussy and sucked hard.

You couldn’t hold back. A sharp cry tore from your throat.

Your body jerking as wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed over you, white hot sparks of pleasure danced around your vision, all thoughts of anything but Sevika, her mouth and her fingers vanished in an instant, her name tumbling from your lips like a prayer, your hands gripping the bed sheets tight enough to turn your knuckles white.

Sevika groaned at the taste of you, her fingers still working, pushing you further over the edge as she licked at you like a woman starved, drinking up you pleasure like her sustenance.

Your body still jerked and convulse slightly, small whimpers escaping yiur4 throat, your body shivering from the intensity of your orgasm. It was only after Sevika pulled away from you, the sudden lack of contact making you whimper, that you slowly started to come back to yourself, your body still twitching gently.

Sevika moved back up her body, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. You was flushed and panting, your hair sticking to your forehead, and Sevika couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the sight.

“There,” she said, her tone a touch smug. “That looks much better than some stuffy up-city party.”

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

SFW only

Oneshots

Sacrifice Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood. - blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them. - blood, blood sucking -

Oneshots

Silco x gn!reader Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff

Silco x fem!reader Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry

Series

Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids Warnings at the start of each chapter - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -

Oneshots

Vander x fem!reader When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him. - angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -

Vander x fem!reader You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help. - panic attack, explicit violence/gore -

Mother's Day Vander x fem!reader The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice. - blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -

[ceruleanangel]

Diamond of Zaun- Chapter 3

Pairings: Vi x Reader, Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: Drug Use, Angsty Angst

a/n: Hey guys! had to take a bit of a break cuz scholarship essays were due 🙃 but I'm back! you'll get a little glimpse of what I meant by may be more later, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two

You awake to a searing pain in your head. The pain travels through all of your limbs, burning like the fires that surround you. Your eyes slowly open, taking in the ash and rubble that blur and crowd your vision. 

“Vi?...” you mean to shout it, but it comes out of your throat, a hoarse whisper. As you sit up, a chill runs through your body. The building around you is crumbling. You hear a shift in the foundation, looking up, you roll away seconds before a piece of concrete would have smashed you into the ground. You stagger to your feet, limping away from the structure, watching as more of the upper floors collapse. You feel a dull throb in your head, placing your hand to it, you see crimson coat your fingers.

“Vi?...Mylo?...Claggor!...” Your screams become more desperate as you lethargically claw at the rock, digging, searching for anyone, until your fingertips bled. 

You collapse in a heap, tears running down your cheeks, sobs painfully forcing their way out of your throat. The sun casts a vermillion shadow over your face, reflecting the pools of blood all around, bathing the new day in the carnage that took place in the one before. 

You were too late.

Ekko had come running to you as you were about to step on the train to Topside.

Your bag was left sitting on the platform, along with your letter of acceptance, as you were already halfway to the abandoned building. You arrived only to be blown away by a blue explosion.

 All you could see was a twinkle in the smoke before you slammed into the brick and it all went black.

You were too late.

“Y/n?”

You turned to be bombarded by a small boy with white hair. Your hands quickly held him tightly in your arms. 

“Are they..?” Ekko started. You glimpsed at the building, still burning, most walls broken down, exposing the debris inside to the morning light. “They’re…they’re gone,” You whispered, cradling his head with one hand. You felt Ekko's arms tighten around you, feeling your shirt grow wet beneath his eyes. You thought of Vi, probably crushed, burning amongst the rubble.

I’ll protect you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding your tears back. You pulled little man closer, swearing to yourself, and Vi,

“I’ll protect you.”

…

You brushed down your skirt and checked your face once more in your hand mirror, glancing up at the sign above the building. You entered, brushing leafy vines out of your path, passing masked and unmasked patrons lounging about the couches and carpets, their eyes and hands wandering… You continue brushing past a draped door to the front desk, to a woman taking a drag on a pipe.

“I want a job.”

Current Time

You fumble to unlock the back door to The Last Drop, shaking in anger. How dare she say that I don’t care anymore!? Where has she even been?... If she wasn’t dead, then …where?

You walk through the door, leaning back and slamming it closed. You take a breath, your hand going up to cradle your temples. 

“You sure are out late…”

Your head whips up to the almost empty bar, eyes widening. A man sits, back straight as he takes a sip of a glass of whisky. He turns, his heterochromatic eyes boring into yours before moving down and scanning the rest of your body.

You quickly relax your tensed shoulders and force a small smile onto your lips, quickly crafting a lie you hope he’ll take, “Just taking a look at my new billboard, it looks especially bright at night.” You walk towards the bar, taking a seat next to the man. “What has you up so late,…Silco?” The man stares into his glass before setting it before you. You take the cue and take a small sip from the glass, letting it burn its way down your throat.

“I hear there's word of a pink-haired girl in the Lanes.”

You choke on the liquid, setting the glass down with a thud. You feel his hand calmly patting your back as you struggle to intake air. Once your breathing steadies you turn towards him feigning ignorance, “You don’t think it’s…” You cast your eyes down at the wood of the bar, “ We both know she died that night…” You do your best to sound convincing despite the pounding in your chest, that you hope he doesn’t hear. Silco studies your face, his hand coming up to turn your chin to face him. He moves to cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

 “I know that she’s dead, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…We both know the effect she had on you,” He pauses, glimpsing from one of your eyes to the other, “No one likes shadows of their past showing up to haunt them…” You resist the urge to hold your breath, keeping it even as his hand slides up to touch his gifted flower in your hair. His hand moves down your cheek, stroking the column of your neck, pausing on your shoulder, “Stay in tonight,” He stands, slipping a strand of hair behind your ear. He turns away and steps toward the stairway, halting on the first step,

“Shadows tend to make their way out at night.” 

…

You stared into your dressing room mirror, the bright saturation of the flower standing out among the locks of your hair. You carefully remove it and gently place it back into the vase, making sure it connects to the water.

 Threading a black mask around your ears, you fix it to cover the bottom half of your face. The green bills feel rough in your hands as you count through them, making sure it’s all there before stashing the wad in your pocket, and slipping out the window. You walk through the neon lights and the old buildings, making your way to the oasis within the dust, but something catches your attention. You look down from the bridge you currently stand on, catching a glimpse of a pink-haired girl, limping, and a blue-haired one trying to support her. 

Vi?

Yet again, you’re filled with questions, all of them having something to do with this pink-haired girl. Intrigued, you jump over the edge of the bridge, sliding down a rooftop. You run past walls of rock before glimpsing down into the pit below,

 Why would they go…here?

 You take a few steps back before running forward, jumping to grab a hold of a metal pole, gliding down to the ground. It’s dark, but you know not to shine a light, some things want to stay hidden. Swiftly walking past all the groans and reaching the hands of the beings that surround you, you finally glimpse a hooded figure, standing upright unlike all the others. You even spot a bit of blue peeking out from underneath the fabric. 

You walk up behind her, softly placing a hand on her shoulder. She immediately whips around, her gun pointed and ready. The sudden motion knocks you off your balance and sends you falling to the ground. 

“Easy, easy! You make a display of showing your empty hands before lowering one to remove the mask from your face. “It’s just me…” Her eyes widened, recognizing you from earlier, before shoving the gun closer to your face.

“Why are you here?” she questions, furrowing her eyebrows. You glimpse the building behind her, the building that harbored so many memories. Your eyes turn back to her, “I saw Vi limping… is she okay?” The girl frowns deeper, weighing the pros and cons of trusting you,

 “She’s been stabbed…she needs a doctor" she states sternly, lowering her gun. Your eyes widen, racking your brain of how you can fix a stab wound down here. A more grim solution is the only remedy you might be able to get in time. 

“There’s no doctor,” you cringe, “ But there may be something else.” You motion for her to follow you, making your way to a stand covered by metal bars. Your fingers reach out, causing melodic chimes before an inner door slams open. 

“Ailment?” You confer with the apothecary, trading before a magenta-colored potion is set on the ledge in front of you. Taking it, the blue-haired girl turns to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Thank you…truly,” You look towards her hand giving a brief nod. She takes her hand back nervously.

“It’s Caitlyn, by the way.” You’re only half listening to her words, your attention turning again towards the dilapidated structure that Vi currently resides in. Caitlyn notices and takes a few steps, gesturing for you to follow, “You should come along, Vi would like to see a familiar face.” You shake your head, looking toward the ground, a pained smile making its way onto your face. “Vi’s seen enough of me, she only wants to see her sister,” Caitlyn pauses, her face covered with confusion. 

“You can’t seriously think that can you?” your eyes raise to meet hers, your face mirroring her puzzled expression. “The second she heard you were at The Last Drop she came running for you. 

She was looking for …you? 

Caitlyn turns and makes her way back to the hut, yet again emotions run through you, anger, sadness, fear, fear of rejection, causing you to step back on one foot, feeling the need to run away. But the same words bubble up to the surface of your mind, 

“I’ll protect you.”

And yet again you feel yourself running to see the same pink-haired girl another time. 

Chapter Four

[ijwrsmff]

Romantic! Yandere Silco with an overworked female who desperately needs rest but can't relax. He has tried to be subtle and exert his control from the shadows slowly over time but he feels he has to step in now. He thought he was prepared but it is hard for him to take care of someone who is scared of him and what may happen at any moment. Silco learns that being soft and gentle with his dear works much better than kidnapping or threats.

Here you go :3 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting, Silco is 1000000% husband material. I love him so damn much wuijakcfbnx

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He had tried to steal your heart. It didn’t work. You sat there, tied to a chair, with Silco staring over you. He circled the chair, and gently touched your shoulders and arms as he walked around you. “Darling…you have yet to even say a word to me. What is it you want? Anything you desire…you can have. As long as you’ll be mine.” He stopped directly in front of you and took note of the tears that had fallen each time he entered the room. 

“P-please…just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone you did it, I just want to go home.” You whimpered and tried to recoil back when he knelt down to your level so you could stare into his eyes…those terrifying eyes. They didn’t even look human. It only spiked your feelings of fear. 

He looked at your face, your tears and expression. When he went to wipe your tears, he stopped before he could touch you. That look…how you flinched and closed your eyes as you whimpered. It broke what was left of his heart. “If…that is what you wish. However, I can’t part from you for long. We’ll strike a deal, then.” Silco started to untie you, and you looked confused if anything. 

“A…deal?” It sounded awful. What if he was only untying you to torture you? However he hadn’t hurt you yet. Except for the slight burns from the ropes. “What kind of deal?” You stayed still as he untied you, not wanting to find out if he really intended on hurting you. 

“Yes. A deal. If you come back here, to my location once a week, you may have your freedom. However you must stay the full 24 hours. You spend hours upon hours doing paperwork. This one day of relaxation could prove beneficial for us both. That is all I ask.” He smiled, but the smile left his face as soon as you jumped out of the chair and put distance between you. 

“Why? Why do I have to come back?” Skeptical, and slightly fearful it made you furrow your brows and try to hide the remaining terror on your face. He was an extremely powerful man, he practically ran the lanes. “What…do you intend to do with me while I’m here?” 

Silco respected your distance, though he wanted there to be little to none between you. He didn’t do so much as step closer. “I want to see you. That’s all, darling.” His genuine look made you even more confused. If he really meant it, then you had gained the attention of possibly the most dangerous man in the underground. If he wasn’t being honest…he was a damn good actor. 

“If…if you swear to not harm me…I don’t think I have another choice…” It was concerning, knowing you had to meet with the man weekly. “What will you do?” He never answered your question. “What will you do to me?” Part of you didn’t even want to know the answer. The other part wanted to be prepared for what was to come. 

“I aim to win your heart. I have had my eye on you longer than you can imagine. We will eat together, read together…anything your heart desires.” This time he did take a step forward, and when you stepped back he raised his hands on surrender. “We’ll do this the easy way, okay?” He held out a hand, waiting for you to grab it. 

To him, it wasn’t even the “easy” way. Though for you it may be. He realized that kidnapping, torture wasn’t the way to win you over. He knew you liked simple things, crafting and music. Perhaps he could really give this a try. Doing things more “traditionally”, even if harsher methods were more common and even simple for him. 

You looked at him for a long time, eyeing his hand outstretched to you. But you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him. With that in mind, you held his hand. It was…cold. Just as you assumed his heart was. 

He led you home, and it wasn’t in the least surprising how he knew exactly where it was and how to get there. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time. It was a display of ownership, but even moreso, protection. People would see him with you, and either pity you…or be fearful of you. You were holding hands with someone who is known to be powerful. In that way…it seemed you had your own bit of power now. For as long as he wouldn’t harm you. 

From then on, you followed through with your deal. At first it was terrifying, being escorted by Sevika or another guard dog of Silco’s, but you got used to it eventually. In fact…you found you actually really enjoyed spending time with him. He was polite, to you at least. And he had a sweet relationship with Jinx, who you’d also gotten pretty close to. It was…nice. 

Today was another day that you were aiming to go see Silco. It was earlier in the day when you woke up, so you headed in that direction. He had sent many letters, requesting that you take breaks. He really must have eyes on you at all times. To be honest…you really were overworking yourself. You were tired, zombie-like even. It was really calming to see Silco. For some reason you didn’t quite understand yet. 

There were many people on the street, but the closer you got to Silco’s “lair”, the fewer people there were. It shifted from commonfolk, to mainly Silco’s henchmen of sorts. You recognized a lot of them, as Silco would often have to respond to problems in his plans that he had directed those henchmen to do. It was almost funny how he constantly got onto you for overworking yourself, when he did it to himself as well. 

The streets were mostly desolate. But it seemed it wouldn’t be peaceful in the slightest, given who approached you. It was a regular man, but he would prove to be quite the problem. He was clearly drunk, and staggered towards you. The others looked at him suspiciously, knowing you were under Silco’s care. 

“You’re Silco’s, huh? Why not be mine?” He hiccupped and almost tripped as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His breath reeked of booze, and a guard or two got closer in case the situation escalated. Did he really think that the “pick up line” would work?

“No thank you.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders and walked closer to Silco’s main building. Not getting very far, you stopped when he grabbed your arm. Hard. He either had no idea how strong he was, or he was trying to hurt you on purpose. 

“Come on, I’m fun. That jackass probably has no idea how to have a good time.” He leaned closer and you locked eyes with one of the henchmen. Silently begging for help. You weren’t very strong, so breaking free of this firm grasp was extremely difficult. Given how exhausted you were from working nearly all night, it only amplified the feeling of helplessness. 

Luckily the guard saw your look and rushed over. He knew he’d be in deep trouble if he didn’t step in and you were harmed further. Silco had made it very clear you were not to be touched, harmed, or even looked at “wrong”. So when the man grabbed you, he was already in trouble. Silco wouldn’t care about the reasonings if you were harmed in any way, and punish anyone in the area. 

Another guard ran up, and removed the drunk’s hand forcefully. With how he screamed, it wouldn’t be surprising if that arm was broken. The guard led you to Silco’s office, and looked fearful when he noticed the bruising on your arm. 

“What happened?” His words were cold, devoid of any emotion. You knew what that tone meant, and you knew someone…or multiple someones…were about to get hurt. Bad. Maybe even killed. That was not good. Not good at all. 

Before anyone could respond, the other guard walked in with the man who grabbed you in tow. He was screaming profanities and trying (but failing) to remove himself from the guard’s grasp. “He grabbed y/n. Hard. We stopped him as soon as we saw it happening, but he was on her before we could get there.” 

Silco spoke, and directed you to his chair, and made you sit on his lap, facing him. He ran his fingers over your arms and looked at you adoringly. It almost made the following words feel less terrifying. Almost. “Take him to Sevika.” 

He then ignored everything else, and you tried to as well. “Are you okay, my love?” He rubbed the spot covered in a hand shaped bruise. Very gently, mind you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was simply observing the damage. “He will be dealt with. Never to harm you again.” 

“You don’t have to hurt him! He probably didn’t realize how hard he was grabbing me…” You wanted to save his life. Knowing that those who crossed Silco usually didn’t make it out alive. The ones that did? They lived. But only as a warning to those who dare try the same thing they did. 

He even ignored that statement. “Darling…you look so tired. Had you not obeyed my instructions and taken a rest?” He took note of the bags under your eyes, and how utterly drained you looked now that you were on his lap and he could see you closer. “You know you don’t need a job. You can stay in your home, and allow me to take care of everything.” 

You felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. It did sound…appealing. “But…I don’t know what I would do if I had no job. It’s important, it keeps me busy and I hate not having anything to do…” But your argument continued to grow weaker. You had talked through this many times before, and you know he hated you overworking yourself as you did. 

“I could always provide you with things to do. You could even work for me, as an assistant of sorts.” He smiled and used one hand to cradle your face, the other arm wrapped around your back. “You would never have to worry about anything ever again.” 

“Then…we should make another deal.” It was bold of you to say, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t spark his interest. If it were in his benefit, of course he would. His word was his bond, and you both knew that. 

“What are the conditions of your deal?” It was a fond memory, remembering the deal you had made all those weeks ago. His smile was small, he didn’t often have a big smile. Only with you and Jinx. 

“I work for you…and quit my other job. But I stay here…with you. Instead of my old home. And…” You blushed a little bit, and looked away from him. It took a few deep breaths for you to gather the courage to say the next bit, “And…you stay with me. So we are…together. And you promise not to cast me aside.” It was terrifying, getting those words out. 

You had come to care about Silco, deeply. He was different with you, than anyone else you had seen him with. Softer, more genuine. Your countless “dates”, movie nights, dinners, coffee breaks, hugs…everything. 

His smile was small still, but his eyes lit up. Silco was clearly the happiest man in the world at this exact moment. Having you in his arms, and now knowing you really did want to be with him? It was possible he’d never been happier. 

“Deal.” 

Maybe…just maybe…the easy way paid off in the end sometimes. He would have waited his whole life for you to accept him in this way. But be careful…because now? 

He would never let you go. 

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Shouldn't Talk to Strangers

|| biker sevika x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader's exhausted/starving, Sevika helps out reader, Sevika struggles with the idea of liking reader, Sevika teasing reader, timid reader, cliffhanger

|| Summary; when Sevika's out on Piltover's backroads, she comes across reader.

Requests closed!

Started; November 25th

Finished; November 25th

Request; sevika biker x freader

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Usually, Sevika had her gang with her. Not today. Today she decided to go on a lone ride, like old times. Venturing through the backroads of Piltover. She loved the backroads. Nobody ever used them. It was calm. Peaceful. A nice get away from Zaun's chaos. As much as she loved it. Sometimes even she needed a break.

She'd been on the roads for a while when she came across you. Why was some girl out inthe middle of nowhere? You looked pretty beat up, exhausted. Possibly even hungry. It looked like you'd been walking for some time. Sevika wondered where you'd walked from to look as worn out as you did. Curiosity got the better of her and she pulled her bike up to a stop beside you. Jumping off.

"Hey," Sevika called. Getting your attention. You flinched and looked at her, clearly a bit startled by the stranger's appearance. Obviously you had heard the bike. It wasn't quiet. You just never expected her to stop and talk to you. She was tall, muscular and overall pretty intimidating compared to you. If she wanted a fight you would sure as hell lose. You hoped she didn't want a fight. Despite all that, part of you did find her pretty hot. Only you didn't focus on those thoughts. More worried about staying alive and alert.

You stayed quiet. After all, you shouldn't talk to strangers. Sevika picked up on how intimidated you felt by her and sighed," look, I'm not gonna hurt you. It's my day off, anyway." She tried for a joke, that just made your eyes widen and clearly didn't help. Why'd she even bother? " you want a ride or not?"

You glanced to her bike, then back at Sevika. You figured, if she wanted to hurt you by now then she would have. You nod and follow her to the bike. Getting on between her and the handles. Sevika glanced down at you. She would never admit it, but a small part of her was worried for you.

She took you back to her place. The ride was long, filled with awkward silence. You'd nearly fallen asleep. What you didn't know is that you could've, Sevika would have made sure you didn't fall. After all, even she was finding an attraction to you. She just didn't recognize it.

Once there, Sevika brought you inside and let you shower up while she gave your clothes a quick wash and made some food. You certainly took your time in the shower. Feeling relieved by the water hitting your skin. It was a nice change compared to the cool fall breeze from before. When you're done, Sevika let you borrow some of her clothes. But her shirt on you looked more like a dress. She had to fight the urge to laugh when you cams stumbling out of her room. She does scoff, though. As the food finishes, she hands you a plate of it and you wolf it down. Clearly starving.

"So, where you coming from?" Sevika asks. Sitting down at the table across from you. Interest behind her eyes.

You tell her you're from another country, you'd wanted a change of scenery and decided to try and check out Piltover. The City of Progress. "I've always wanted to see it. When I was a kid, my parents would tell me stories. They're from Piltover." You explained, Sevika nodded. Listening to your every word. So your parents were from Piltover, huh? She did recognize some Piltover features in you. Mostly the eyes. You had that look they all did.

Silence filled the room again and it wasn't long before you were done eating. It was getting late, so Sevika let you stay. Setting up a space in her living room for you before heading off to her own room.

You had the best sleep of your life.

It's been about a month since you met Sevika. The two of you had warmed up to each other. Sevika let you stay at her place. She didn't want you out on the streets and she knew how harsh Piltover could be if you went alone. Staying with her seemed like the best option. That way.. she knew you were safe. She could protect you. Wait. What? Why does she care about that? You... well- you were sort of her friend. She did tolerate you. Sevika sighed, shaking away those thoughts as she made the two of you warm beverages. She made you your preferred, while she got a black coffee for herself. Taking them over to the couch where you were curled up. She handed you your mug and you smiled at her.

"Thanks, Sev." You murmured, taking a sip. Secika nodded and sat down beside you. Leaving some space between. Though you quickly filled it. Moving closer and snuggling right up against her. She glanced down at you and raised an eyebrow. But didn't complain. She was used to this. You were pretty much the only one allowed to touch her and get away with it, anyway.

The night was calm, peaceful. It was getting colder outside with winter approaching. Snow hasn't fallen yet but there's been a lot of rain. You weren't a fan of the winter. You didn't like being cold. But Sevika kept you warm. And you were grateful to her.

You and her have shared many little moments like this over the last month as you grew more comfortable with each other. Sevika was basically your best friend. You wouldn't have it any other way. Well, you would if you could. But you didn't know where she stood on that. You've developed quite the crush on her. To anyone who saw the two of you together, it was pretty obvious. You were glad Sevika didn't seem to pick up on that stuff. You couldn't help but bite your lip, wondering if you should finally say something about it. It seemed like a good time... right? The atmosphere was calm, relaxed. The two of you were snuggled up. Enjoying warm beverages. You swallowed and tensed up. Maybe you shouldn't.. but if not now, then when?

"Hey, Sevika?" Your tone came out quieter than usual. But Sevika was used to you being quiet and timid. She looked down at you. Giving you a nod to continue. Your cheeks flushed, she didn't know if that was because of the cold or another reason. "I... can I tell you something?"

"Spit it out, Y/N." She teased, her tone was lighthearted despite her words. She would never intentionally be mean to you. Sevika did often tease you, though.

"I like you." You muttered. Speaking quickly but she caught what you said and scoffed.

"I know you do, idiot. You never leave me alone." Sevika didn't catch on to what you meant. She thought you just said you liked her in general. Not in a romantic way.

You grimaced and sighed, sipping your drink for a moment to collect your thoughts. Should you even correct her? You decided to push past the growing nervousness," no- Sevika. Like- crush. I have a crush on you." Your words came out a stutter, fumbling over each other. Sevika went quiet. You had a crush on her? That's when everything clicked for her. How she had been feeling about you. She realized that she too, liked you. More than she had ever liked anyone. Her jaw clenched at the thought. Sevika had never been a big fan of relationships, they honestly scared her a bit. The thought of someone caring for her, she knew they would only get hurt. She wasn't made for relationships. But the way you looked at her just now... you didn't seem to care about all that. You who had snuck into her heart without her even noticing. Were you worth the shot?

[chloe6994]

can I get some arcane headcanon requests please

[orphicrose]

can i request caitlyn kiramman x female zaunite reader who's extremely passionate about the cause of "the nation of zaun" and her hate towards topsiders especially enforcers. maybe like teenage enemies to friends to lovers. also headcanons for if the reader also gets taken in by silco alongside powder/jinx following the cannery explosion. also with the reader being a mage with smoke and shadow related powers.

Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! This is an au where Violet refused to help Caitlyn so she took her mission upon herself.

There will be 3 parts since i got carried away. Head cannons coming soon !

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The lanes were a bitter place, filled with bitter people. Y/n was no stranger to that. She had grown up suffocated by it, downing in ignorance and self-righteousness from the people above. Always wanting more from the life she was given, and strongly believing she was in the wrong for it. Till she met him. He was her savior, at first. The father she'd always dreamed of. Pulling her from the pits of despair and into his arms.

Silco was a powerful individual with big ambitions, sharing her vision of the nation of zaun. He made her believe she were the key to the revolution, being his little toy for a while without her knowledge.

Veins glowing purple, permanently, from the dread of shimmer. Being his lab rat. Shot, after shot. Day in and day out. Short term affects from the drug had worn off after a while of usage, her body growing a tolerance. And with the constant shots of this unknown substance came long term affects, abilities. Silco spent a while, scratching his head, curious as to how shed obtained such skills from his small . But no answers were clear. Perhaps she was just a mutation, a mistake in the universes code.

"Y/n" a name echoed down the halls, Silco's footsteps approaching the rundown room. "I've been waiting for you all morning" his frame leant against the door way, watching her throw an old rubber ball against the wall.

"I'm tired" She bit back, legs crossed and eyes focused on the movement of the sphere leaving her hand.

"That enforcer is sniffing about again. Deal with it or you are doing the patrol tonight" she listened to his footsteps fade away before letting out a frustrated growl. Patrol meant handing out shimmer to the poor beggars in the street. She didn't understand his motifs anymore. How corrupting their people was supposed to help grow their nation. But he had a big plan, she was certain. It would come together eventually.

Life was quiet recently, ever since Vander was stripped from the undercity seven years ago. Quiet from enforcers, that was. Everything else was a drugged up mess.

But when patrols did make their rounds, it was never good.

Y/n climbed her way through the lanes, not in much of a hurry, looking over the bustling streets miles below her feet. Glaring lights reflecting bright pink hues off her face. No Piltover twats anywhere to be seen.

Lurking with a hesitancy in the tall buildings, a young enforcer with little experience. Her curiosity inevitably going to lead to her downfall one day. Scared eyes followed the buildings above her, stretching to the skyline, as she tries her best to take in the unfamiliar scene around her.

"What am i doing...?" She mumbles to herself, adjusting her hood around her neck and sliding it over her blue hair. "I don't even know where i'm going"

She follows the makeshift path in front of her, looking behind her every second with a unjustified fear of being followed. Not looking at the path shortening in front of her, she jolts forward as her foot misses the ground. A gasp escaping her lips, looking down to realize she was still on her feet. An arm stretched out around her shoulders, a barrier between her life and death.

"Yeah, the path ends there" y/n pulled her backwards, stepping back herself.

"I can see that" Caits eyes still widened with surprise, slowly turning to meet the woman's behind her.

It took a few seconds to notice the uniform before her defenses were up. She was the threat that needed to be taken care of.

"Thank you" Her voice both enchanted and concerned y/n. She was so young to be in this line of business, similar to herself. She would have felt sorry if she wasn't from the topside.

"You shouldn't be here." Y/n took a step backwards ever so slightly.

The two looked at each other, almost assessing the others next move or motifs. Caitlyn looking for anything possible to guide her, and y/n looking for an opportunity to get rid of her. The entitled scum.

"I don't suppose you could help me?" She took a step closer, a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. It was strange to see a topsider who wasn't screwing their nose up at the sight of y/n. They usually made it obvious how little they cared, but not this one. It put y/n on edge. She didn't respond to the question, waiting for an answer.

"I'm looking for a... inventor" She chose her words carefully, holding up a unironically decorated bomb. Child like scribbles covering the sheet of its rusted metal. Y/n knew one person who drew like that, who made machines like that. The person who had grown up along side her, like a deranged sister. But a sister nonetheless. "I don't suppose you recognize this?"

Caitlyn knew the answer to that question the moment y/n's eyes fell onto the object in her hand. The worried expression on her face telling her to reach for the rifle on her back. Before both of them knew it, weapons were draw at each others head. Y/n wielding a small, volcanic pistol that her sister had crafted for her hands specially.

The scene had happened so quickly, neither really knew what they were fighting for in the moment.

"You're close to the creator, aren't you" Caitlyn jolted her rifle towards the woman accusingly, one eye resting on the scope.

"You don't know anything"

"She's dangerous"

Both stood in a stand off, waiting for the other to move as an excuse to pull the trigger.

"What are you going to do to whoever invented it?" Y/n questioned, adjusting the pistol in her sweating hands.

Caitlyn took a second to respond. Aiming to diffuse the situation, maybe get information if she was lucky.

"If you tell me who it is, i can help you. The whole of Piltover need someone behind bars for the stunt that was pulled. I need a story"

"A story or a name?" Y/n scoffed. "If i help you, how do I know you won't go behind my back and lock her up anyway? I could kill you right now and let this all be over"

"If i don't return home, they'll send more enforcers. Something tells me you don't want that" She lowered her weapon to the floor slowly, raising her hands above her head as a sign of surrender. "I can get you anything. Money?"

"A meeting with the council" Y/n was quick to order her. Having her priorities in order. "No questions asked, a meeting with the counsel and i'll help you"

"Deal"

"But I need your help with something. I'm not going to give you valuable information without being able to trust you first" Y/n prodded her shoulder with the barrel of her gun. Waiting for conformation.

Caitlyn shook her head, looking at the ground below her. A sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, but i won't hurt anyone"

"Then you have yourself a deal, buttercup"

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The young mage toured the enforcer around the maze of the lanes. Checking to make sure she was keeping up with her every so often, and finding it amusing when she hesitated to jump across the buildings with her. Her poorly executed jumps resulting in a thud in the metal of the rooftops, winding herself with every landing.

"keep up" She heard y/n's voice echo in front of her, struggling to keep up.

"Where are we going" Her breathlessness making her words almost unintelligible. Frustration across her face when there was no response to her reasonable question.

What felt like an eternity of running for the English, was just ten minutes. In ten minutes they had arrived at a tall, metal structure. Seemingly an old radio tower. Overlooking all of the underground, if it wasn't surrounded by a thick pollution.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?"

Y/n rolled up her sleeves, walking around the unstable structure as if she had lost something.

"Hello?" Y/n's hand fell to Caitlyn's mouth, forcing her to be quiet. The enforcer seconds away from struggling till a faint buzzing could be heard.

"Quiet, they are coming" She slowly moved her hand away, moving to her side. "Don't say anything and let me handle this okay?"

Strange, considering she was there to help and she was ordered not to do anything. Her back was up but Caitlyn had no time to argue, before a group of hoverboards came into view. The riders wearing masks and distinctive markings on their clothes. She recognized them. They were the firelights.

"Ekko" Y/n moved forward as the three figures gracefully walked off their boards and towards the woman. A hand held out, waiting for something. A drug deal?

Y/n pulled a shining blue rock from her pocket, emanating power. The hues shone through the fog and reflected off the eye holes cut into Ekko's mask. He took no time to snatch the orb away from her, inspecting it before passing it to his college behind him for safe keeping. A small envelop being pulled from his breast pocket and dropped into y/ns hand with little care.

Caitlyn's rage built inside her, leaping from her feet to attempt to grab the boy before he had the chance to escape. But she was too slow. Cursing them out as they faded away.

"Don't think i don't know what that was. I could see it a mile away glowing in your pocket." Y/n laughed, inspecting the piece of paper and tucking it neatly away in a back pocket.

"That was priceless! Do you know what you've done? Do you know what they could do with that?" Cait's voice more urgent than y/n had seen yet. Arms flailing about to further exaggerate her point.

"Yes, more than anyone-"

"And you gave it away for a piece of paper?"

"I need this! Don't worry, buttercup. We will get your little stone back. Trust me, this isn't good for me either" Y/n shrugged, beginning to walk towards a ladder that would lead them towards the ground.

Caitlyn mindlessly followed her. "Then why did you give it away so easily?"

"That's my business, okay? Stop worrying, we will get it back. Their defenses aren't exactly advanced right now." Y/n grabbed the top of the ladder and began her decent, voice following her down. Caitlyn's brows furrowed, muscles tensed with agitation. Now she didn't have a choice but to follow this woman through the dangers of the lanes. Screw her mission, that stone was far more important.

"This is ridiculous"

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Jinx x fem! Reader - Tick tock

A/n: I had some much fun with this request, I took some creative liberties but I had an idea and I just couldn't get it out of my head! Enjoy!

Request: Hey! Can I request a jinx x reader who were childhood friends but Jinx thought she died so in a fight with Jinx reader's mask is knocked off, jinx recognizes her and takes her?

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, ptsd, jinx being jinx, cannon? I don't know her, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: she/her, you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) jinx x reader, (platonic/parental!) silco x reader, (platonic!) ekko x reader]

1 week ago

The Firelights were swarming her, and Violet and that stupid enforcer.

But she would kill them, she would make them pay for ever trying to attack her and her sister.

They were like bugs, fluttering around on tiny wings without care but to annoy her. She brought some down, but flies have always been hard to catch.

A slash across her leg as she screams in pain and repeatedly hits the foolish firelight who hit her. Again, and again.

The raven mask breaks off the firelight's face and-

You.

The smoke bomb erupts from behind her and instinctively she latches onto you as she cries out for Vi. Her sister, they took her, she left- No! They took her!

She left her again.

"Jinx, let me go!" You hissed at her as you struggled in her grip and attempt to back away from her.

"You're supposed to be dead!" She counters back hugging you close to her chest as manic sobs leave her throat. "Why did you leave me?" Jinx finds herself uttering those words all over again but this time without a cry, or a harsh gut-wrenching scream. Just with a broken voice beaten through the horrors of the undercity.

"The Firelights saved me, but I was in a coma for a long time. By the time I had waken up you had already moved on as much as you could with your life. You were healing." You mutter the last three words with a kindness she only knew from you.

She didn't need to know that wasn't the whole truth.

Jinx shakes her head and with her light pink and baby blue polished nails, she cups your face, her fingernails digging into the cheeks of your skin.

"You're never leaving me."

Gripping your hands on her arms as you nodded your head, not erratically like her, but calm - eerily calm.

"Never again."

5 years ago

Jinx as always was all over the place, that was just her personality, crazy as a bug but with the intelligence of the best inventors of Piltover. Probably better. Just the way you liked her, though you would like her even if she wasn't bat-shit crazy.

Where Jinx was messy, you made up for it with your preciseness, with your black suits and room put all together nicely. You appeared to be the opposite of Jinx, yet you both had more in common then anyone would ever think.

"Birds of a feather, flock together."

Even at fourteen years old, the world was already starting recognize you as the daughters of Silco.

They would never be ready for you.

6 months ago

"Y/n!" Jinx screamed at you, trying to warn you of the upcoming drop as you, Jinx, and Silco were leaping from the rooftops. As your dad decided to teach the two of you another lesson.

Yet it was too late, and your foot slipped as you threw your head back in laughter, and your body tumbled down to the hard, grim-ridden ground.

You didn't even get to finish your laugh.

It will never escape you, the irony of the situation. According to statics Jinx was the one who was the most likely to fall, hell even Silco had more of a chance of falling off the rooftops than you. Even with all your perfectness you still slipped from that roof.

Jinx went to jump down after you as Silco held her back she hit, yelled, and kicked him until exhaustion over took her. Although Silco held on all throughout the battle because he wasn't going to go and lose another daughter.

When they left, with a sobbing Jinx in tow a green light hovered over top of you as a brave firelight snatched you from the ground. Your faint pulse beating underneath his fingers.

8 years ago

"Y/n!" Powder called out for you.

"Powder?" You question her from your spot in your "nest" as Vander liked to call your special spot in the room.

She plops down on top of your lap with eyes full of tears she refused to shed lest she be called a baby by Mylo or Claggor.

"What's wrong Bug?" You ask her with her nickname that no one else was allowed to use. One time Violet tried and you knocked her in the jaw, you were on cleaning duty for a week after that.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her into a hug.

A smile is brought onto her face as she shakily replies. "Mylo said I was a jinx again Toots." She says your nickname back with a frown on her face when she speaks about her perpetrator.

Narrowing your eyes at the door as if Mylo would come through at that instant.

"I'll kill him." You growled and squeezed Powder gently in your arms.

Giggling, Powder shook her head. You always went for violence first, it was almost concerning for Vander and Vi as they were the only ones that could've distinguished that in the Lanes never thinking twice about violence made you dangerous. They wanted you safe, but they didn't want you to be dangerous to be so.

Despite this, Powder never went against your nature, and you never babied her but thought of her as a real person. A real friend, as an equal.

Not that the two of you knew that, you were both only eleven!

"Mylo is still one of us." She states snuggling into your arms. "You can use one of my glitter bombs though!"

7 years ago

Sure you had felt bad when you hadn't come back to Vander, but as a twelve year old you thought you knew the in and outs of everything. The secrets of the world. As you had willingly stayed with Silco when Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder were forced to leave you behind on a supply run gone bad.

The only person you truly missed was Powder, but you knew even through your childish jealousy that she would never leave Violet.

"Y/n." Silco called out to you, as your sharpened your new knives that he had gifted you.

"Yes?" You replied, placing your daggers on the table and jumped from your seat to meet up with the industrialist and a blue haired girl trailing behind him.

"I would like you to meet Jinx." He says, a bit nervously hoping that you - someone who is like a daughter to him would like the girl he had ultimately decided to take in as well.

He stepped to the side and-

Her.

"Bug?" You inquire confused, your mask that you had been wearing for a year had broken. She was back to you, you both were finally home.

5 days ago

"Bug, you have to let me go." You sigh as jinx wrapped her arms further around you and narrowed her eyes down at you.

"No! You'll leave, and I'll never get to tell you-" She chokes on a sob.

Your own eyes filled with tears, Jinx was the only person who could enlist such strong reactions from you. You wanted to hate it, but you would hate her in return if you did, and you could never hate your Bug.

Closing your eyes you realize what was truly going through her mind.

"I'm yours Jinx." You open your eyes to find her intense blue ones staring right back at you.

"I've always been yours."

Jinx blinked a couple of times before smiling her soft smile only few have seen. That even less deserve.

"Me to Toots."

1 day ago

"Thank you councilor for meeting up with me today" You examined your nails as if they weren't ugly and torn apart from where you lived. To this Councilor, it probably made you look unaffected by the contents of this meeting.

"I've seen to be meeting up with you people a lot." He says, obviously stressed.

His name was Jayce Talis, a new councilor and the easiest to manipulate considering Councilor Medarda did it pretty well. Also if he didn't want him and his friends to go down.

"Tell me councilor, what do you think the council will do when they figured out you gave a person of Zaun a hexstone."

You took out the stone from your pocket and let it fall around in your hands.

"What would happen to councilor Medarda for supporting? What would happen to your partner, in perhaps more ways then one; your dear Viktor? Would they send him back to the undercity?"

What could you say? You had done your research and those two inventors have been fueling the tension for years. Hopefully this would be enough to scare the two together.

You slowly let the news sink in and as he girts his teeth and curled his fists and finally the defender of Piltover gave in.

"What do you want." Talis raised his voice in fury.

"Clear Jinx's name." You stated as if it were so simple.

"The council won't just "let up" and clear her name without reason!"

You had a crooked grin on your face.

"Would a corrupt enforcer do it?"

3 years ago

Jinx's bomb exploded in the background as you calmly walked up to the cowering Pilte who had betrayed your father (Silco) and didn't transport the shimmer he was supposed to.

"Please..." He begged for his life, tears brimming his eyes as you flicked out a knife from the inside of your sleeve.

You looked at the man with a deadpan expression on your face, what a pathetic piece of garbage.

Some small little giggles could be heard coming from behind the Pilte causing you to smirk. As you turned around and started walking away you heard the grateful pleas of the man until there was another explosion behind you.

Jinx leaped up beside you and leaned her head against your shoulder as you gazed upon the sunset. It was a good sunset you had to admit, but it couldn't beat the ones in Zaun. You guys just had a far better view then them.

"Silco's going to pissed!" Jinx laughs and laced your hands together.

You shook your head as she swung your hands back and forward.

"I already took care of the idiot's affairs, father already knows."

"You're so formal!" She jumps in front of you, and jabs you in the ribs. "Lighten up Toots!"

Smiling at her, you take her face into your hands.

"That's your job Bug."

2 days ago

"Dad?" You questioned as you came into his office with your girlfriend beside you.

She hadn't left your side ever since she had taken you back from the Firelights clutches. It was a bit much and put a damper in your plans, (also there was the fact that you knew the ultimatum the idiot councilor had given Silco.)

Also you didn't know if you still deserved to call him the title you had given him years ago.

"Y/n?" His voice echoed around the room in disbelief before he was up and pulled up you into a hug.

Yes, there was always more to do but you had reunited with your father and now girlfriend.

You were home.

Present time

Jinx laid on your lap as you braided her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Zaun was finally free.

3 months ago

"Y/n, you can't just kill people because you want to!" Ekko seethed at you, furious as you played with a dagger.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself off of the tree. "And I already told you Ekko, I do what I want when you hurt Jinx!" You snarled.

Ekko sighed, this wasn't the first time he's had this conversation with you. You're a force to be reckoned with, he should have expected you to be, you were one of the half's of the daughters of Silco for crying out loud!

You were also the same as when you were young.

Although you were usually calm when you had this repeated conversation, Ekko knew when he could physically see you getting more angry every time, this time though you were nearly furious, he had to make a different deal with you.

"Okay Y/n, I'll make you a deal." He started officially picking at your interests, but he couldn't be quite sure so it made him slightly nervous. He did this thing where he would fiddle with his hands when he was nervous, he's done the same thing since he was a boy.

How has everything stayed the same yet it changed so much simultaneously?

"It's not possible for us not to harm Jinx, she's a constant around us and it isn't working."

You nearly wanted to snap at him, hurting Jinx had never been an option in your mind.

Your eyes flashed dangerously, but you waited still, to hear the rest of his bargain.

Ekko usually had more tricks up his sleeve then the other children in the past, it would be a useful skill to still have. For your sanity, and his life you hope he did.

"But I will personally make sure nobody kills Jinx, or fatally injures her and I will get you one of those stones from Piltover."

Blinking a few times you curled your hands together and as you did, Ekko took a few frantic steps back,

Ekko had made you enraged, because this is an offer you can't refuse.

So you calmed yourself and coolly placed your hand out for Ekko to shake as if you were the one to propose the deal in the first place.

Ekko hadn't given you freedom, but he had given you something to destroy Piltover. To clear Jinx's name.

A deal.

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guys what if some hawaiian lesbian with an antivillain complex and mental problems appeared in arcane?

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Good Intentions Part Twenty-Six

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

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Accept Silco’s offer.” 

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

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

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

“Why?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sevika snorted. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had feelings for Silco. 

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

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

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

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

“Did you miss me so desperately, pet?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I always knew I’d miss you.” 

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

“Silco-” 

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

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

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

Your heart sank. “What’s going on?” 

“You need to see this.” 

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

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

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

---

Author's Note -

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

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

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

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Two

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summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Two:

You didn’t have anyone.

You were looking for company.

The Last Drop was loud and rowdy- just as you’d expected of a bar. Although you didn’t go to many very often.

You pushed through the crowd, resisting the urge to shrink in on yourself and instead holding your head high, setting your jaw. You’d made it to the counter, and you firmly planted your hands on the wood, pushing yourself forward to catch the bartender’s attention.

The burly man looked at you, and came over. You had to raise your voice to be heard.

“I- uh…” you looked around, words suddenly lost.

“What’ll it be?”

“Silco…”

The bartender stared at you. “What?”

You pursed your lips. “I’m looking for Silco. Would he happen to be here? By any chance?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell me he had a lady friend.”

“A lady- what? No, I’m just an acquaintance. Is he here?”

The bartender shook his head, letting out a chuckle which was drowned out by the din of the bar. “He’s a close friend of mine. I can tell him you were looking for him tomorrow. Any message you want to relay?”

You thought for a moment. “…Not really. Although-“ A smoke on the rooftop would be nice. “I’d rather talk to him myself, actually.”

The bartender raised his eyebrow without another word, and nodded. “He always hangs around here in the afternoon. Has nothing better to do with his time, the man,” he joked. You made yourself laugh, and thanked him.

You squared your shoulders. “And while I’m here, I suppose I might as well get something. So, uh… gin and tonic, please. Without the gin.”

The man looked at you rather askance at your peculiar request, but didn’t say anything as he served up a glass of tonic. You smiled thinly, looking around at the establishment as he wiped down a glass.

“So how do you know Silco?” He asked you.

You turned your head towards him. You didn’t expect him to start conversation. He looked at you with a glance of curiosity.

“I don’t,” you say. He frowned.

“So how come you’re asking for him?”

“Well, I mean- I do know him. We met yesterday.” You took a sip of the tonic, and it took  the bartender a moment to realise you weren’t planning on elaborating. “How do you know him?”

“He’s pretty much my brother,” the bartender said simply. He extended a hand, and you shook it. “I’m Vander.”

You nodded slowly. “…Vander.” You thought for a moment. “I’m [name].”

“Nice meeting you. Stop by at four tomorrow, will ya?” He watched as you downed your cup and set it on the counter, tossing him the money and nodding.

With that, you left the Last Drop.

-

You found Silco sitting on the steps outside the Last Drop at four in the afternoon the next day. He looked up at you, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Silco!” You gasped. “Oh, uh, what are you doing here?”

A languid sweep of his hand brushed the hair out of his eyes. “You asked for me.” He said, voice sounding bored. But there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You scoffed, shuffling your feet. “Hardly asked.”

“You were looking for me.”

“You told me to stop by!”

He stood up, dusting off his clothes. “Indeed I did. Lonely, are you?”

“As I’ve said already,” you muttered, following him as he made his way through the street. Before long you’d both found yourself on a rooftop, a cigarette in between you.

“Who’s Vander?”

“He’s like my brother.”

Wow. 

“Right.” You looked out across the streets. “Did your… business from last night get…resolved?”

He nodded, a small smirk playing at his lips as he thought back. “It did.”

“And you're sure it wasn’t a prostitute.”

He scoffed, as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sure.” He turned to watch you laugh, back pressed against the rusted tin as you laid back, and blew a steady stream of smoke into the air.

And then he sighed.

This became a usual routine. One or the other of you would find each other on the rooftop, and would sit there talking until one person had to leave. He wasn’t half bad company, you realized. And sitting there against the sky and smoke felt nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to for reasons other than necessity or business.

One day on a walk home from an errand, the dark blue of the night sky creeping behind the clouds, you heard whimpering from an alleyway. You froze, unsure of what to do. Run? Stay? The sniffling picked up, descending into sobs. 

You burst into the alley.

A little girl, scraped and bloodied, stared at you with wide glassy eyes. You looked back at her.

“What’s your name?” You asked gently, crouching down and wiping the tears and dirt from her bruised face.

“Alice,” she choked out. You felt a tug at your heart, a painful wrench that was hard to ignore. You swallowed a lump. 

“What happened, Alice?”

“Th-they… my mommy…” she started trembling again, and you exhaled slowly, hushing her. “They took her.”

“What about your daddy?” You whispered, carding your fingers through her mousy brown hair.

She raised her head. You followed her gaze.

Piltover.

You lip curled in disgust. Some Piltie must have had an affair with a trencher- a Zaunite, and wanted to get rid of the evidence. No doubt. You gathered the girl in your embrace.

You could hardly support a child, let alone take one in…

“The men were following me,” she told you.

“Let’s go,” you replied. You could hardly support a child.

“Where?”

“Home.”

-

You found him perched on the roof, and climbed up to meet him.

“Silco!” You hissed. He looked at you, frowning at your expression as you collapsed in a heap next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He grabbed your shoulders, eyes welling with concern.

“Silco, there’s a girl. Her father’s from Piltover and they had her mother killed and they’re after her, and I found her and I have no idea what to do with her-“

“Shh, calm down.” He stopped your exhilarated rambling short, and leaned back, taking a moment to think. You watched him, unable to speak.

“Well, if you can’t raise her…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said sharply.

He looked at you skeptically. “And what exactly will you do then? Can you even afford to raise a child?”

“I’ll figure something out.” You sounded unsure.

He looked at you tiredly. “[name]…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said with finality.

He looked at you silently, then nodded. “I’ll… I’ll help where I can.”

You flushed. “You don’t have to.”

He took your hand, and shook his head. “We’re friends.”

You flushed deeper, and looked away, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at you. “What?”

“I’m sorry, all you’ve ever done is help me and all I’ve done is… steal your cigarettes.”

At this he laughed, but one look at your face and he realized you were being serious. “It’s not like that.”

“But it is.”

He fell silent, and you knew he couldn’t deny what you had stated was the fact. But then he spoke. “You give me company.”

You laughed. “That’s it?”

“I don’t care about the enforcer chase, or the cigarettes. You know if I didn’t want to be around you I wouldn’t bother. So stop saying random shit and just…” he took a deep breath and dragged his hand across his face. “God, you’re insufferable sometimes.”

Despite the insult, your insides glowed, and you smiled. “Thank you, Silco.”

“Did you just hear me? I called you insufferable.” 

You nodded, still beaming. “Thanks.”

He scoffed, a small smile on his face. “You idiot.” He took out another cigarette, and, as usual, you held out your lighter. He looked at you, and passed you the lit cigarette to have first.

“And you’re sure you don’t consider me as charity work?” You said before a long drag of the cigarette. You passed it back to him, and he stared at you, confused.

“What? I- of course not.”

“Why are we here then?”

“You’re my friend. You were looking for me that day, remember?”

“You immediately decided we were going to…” you waved your hand around. “Whatever this is. Hanging out. What if I wanted something else?”

He rolled his eyes, blowing out some smoke. “What else would you want? I told you to come find me if you wanted company.” He jabbed the cigarette in your direction. “This is company. And I believe we just talked about this?”

You ignored his last comment. “Well, why are you keeping me company?”

He laughed. “You’re my friend. And I get bored too, you know.”

“You have Vander. I’m sure you have others.”

He suddenly looked at you piercingly. You squirmed. Had you said the wrong thing? But then he shook his head slowly, visibly relaxed. “Right, but none of them are…” he stopped himself, face turning slightly pink. “What I mean to say is, it’s nice to know some other people.”

You leaned close and gently prised the cigarette from his fingers, and he looked up at you. You grinned, then placed it in between your lips. Inhaled. Took it from your lips. Exhaled. He blinked as the smoke billowed in his face.

“Thanks,” you smiled. He looked away, miffed. 

“We won’t talk about this anymore.”

“‘Course.”

“You know my answer.”

“I do.”

[zhenyaiam]

Deal? Part.1

Warnings: No knowledge of poker!! And card games! (google) Cringe, dom!Sevika, sub!reader, grammatical mistakes, eating out, fingering, praising, pet names for reader

a/n: This is the first part, idk what is this, the next part of this gonna be spicy ✨

(Btw. This is not the best)

Even for a Friday night, the undercity pulsed with life. Music from the clubs reverberated through the streets, while neon lights flickered over the bustling crowds. You navigated through the chaos toward the Last Drop, the best—and most notorious—bar in the area. After Silco got that in his grip.

As you pushed open the wooden doors, the noise from inside hit you. The bar was packed with drunkards.

But you were here for drinking and to see Silco’s right hand. Sevika.

This was your habit. Every friday night.

Even if you just drink a cocktail, just to watch her. Like if she never noticed you, stupidly watching. You got a few glances from her too,sometimes... Or just a nod in acknowledgement.

Sevika sat in a dimly lit corner, a smug grin on her face as she held a set of cards in her chemtech hand. She was deep into a game, clearly winning. You waited for her to notice you, but she never did—though you sensed she knew you were there.

“Another round, boys?” she taunted, her voice booming as she blew out a cloud of cigar smoke. “Or are you too afraid to continue?”

You sit down at the counter waving to the bartender for a drink, a whiskey. Directly sitting the way you could look at Sevika.

Sevika smirked to herself, glancing over at you as she noticed you watching her. Her left chemtech arm was propped up on the bar, cards dancing across it. She placed one card down with a thud and then grinned at the others at her table like a predator who had found a meal.

Sevika seemed very in control, and it seemed nobody at the table could take her place now..

  "You gonna keep looking at me like a puppy in heat," she called, her voice like gravel as the smoke billowed in between her lips, "or are you gonna come play, sweetheart?"

You smiles,drinking your whiskey then walking up to Sevika sitting between the drunkards.

"Money is not enough for me to win. Let's start there."

Sevika chuckled to herself, tilting her head back as she glanced at you, her eyes full of amusement as she took you in.

"You're very good at acting naive," she said, her voice low as she shuffled the cards around in her hands again, "but we're both well aware you were born and raised in this hellhole. You know that what you're getting into is a dangerous game here."

She looked back at the table, smirking as she took a drag from her cigar. "I guess we shall see then, pretty lady."

You laughed and looked at Sevika’s thick fingers as she dealt the cards.

Sevika's fingers were strong, her skin rough and full of callouses from her years of fighting. They were thick, and made deft by the work that she did - whether it was fighting, building (developing her chemtech) , or gambling...

"We're playing with money and favors tonight, sweetheart. I wouldn't get comfortable in your chair if I was you.”

Her lips parted, and she chuckled as she glanced at the table, “Ante up. You'll need it for what I'll have you doing later.”

"You don't have to worry about me. I will be your best opponent yet, these idiots nothing compared to me" You said glancing to your sides and at her left side where a men was.

"It's easy to get money from idiots" You huffed to Sevika. You looked trought her playing. With these idiots it was easy to play with and win.

Sevika laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief at your confidence as she stared at how carefree you were. "I don't doubt your skills, girl,” her voice rumbled, the words dripping like venom off of her tongue as she took a long drag off her cigar; the smoke billowing around them, "after all, you got my attention didn't you?”

The others at the table snickered, their gaze going over you with hungry eyes. They could sense your inexperience in card games..

"Call me Y/N"

Sevika grinned, glancing away for a moment as she took a drag from her cigar before she put it out in the makeshift ashtray in the table's center.

"Well Y/N then, if you're such a pro,” she drawled, her tone teasing but clearly mocking your confidence, "then let's get to the rules. You will be paying for every mistake you make, understand?”

The others at the table grinned at that; you could tell they were looking forward to seeing Sevika humiliate you.

"As you too baby, its a game. Its unfair if just im paying." she laughed . What she tought? You at a level as the drunkards?

Sevika raised a brow at you before she huffed out a chuckle of amusement. She'd never seen such an inexperienced player have such confidence before. You definitely didn't look like you knew what you were getting into.

"Fine then; I'll give you a chance,” she said lowly, her eyes gleaming with a hunger to devour your confidence, "But I won't go easy on you, sweetheart."

She smirked again, gesturing to the others at the table. "Ante up, boys. Let's get started."

You do the same as men next to you. God they were so stinky.

ʚ♡ɞ ——————————————————ʚ♡ɞ

The game passed as expected; most of them were drunk out of their minds and playing badly, and you seemed to be good enough not to embarrass yourself on your turns. Sevika was good though.

The game stretched on for quite a while — nobody had folded, but Sevika was winning most hands by a large margin. It was obvious that she would win at this point, but... she wasn't finished yet.

ʚ♡ɞ——————————————————ʚ♡ɞ

The game finally ended. As expected, Sevika won hands down. She grinned with a smugness only befitting a Zaunite like her, glancing over the table at the men at the table who seemed pissed.

"Alright, enough of this foolishness,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she glanced over the cards in her hand before throwing them down onto the table. "I win.” Sevika smirked as the others cursed at their loss, her eyes gleaming with victory.

"Ahh damn it" You said leaning you back onto the booth chair

Sevika laughed at your disappointment as she leaned back in her own seat; her arms flexing as they folded over her chest. "Tch. Don't act too surprised. I'm the best player in the undercity, sweetheart."

Her cigar was still burning in its makeshift ash tray, and she reached over to take a long drag off of it.

"You still put up quite a good fight. But I'd expect that from a pretty face like you."

You raise an eyebrow and laughs

"Are ya cheatin?"

Sevika scoffed at your question as she put her cigar back in her mouth. She glanced at you, her smile widening as she slowly shook her head.

"Darling, I don't need to cheat to win.” she said lowly, her words coming out in a plume of smoke from her lips. She gestured to the other players. "They don't even know how to play right. They always raise too high and bet too fast. It's pitiful."

"No, no, no. The shit head next to you, you colluders. Definitely."

Sevika raised a brow at the accusation, her eyes gleaming dangerously as she glanced over the other players. They seemed as confused and offended as she did.

"You're just as much of an idiot as them,” she muttered, shaking her head. "I don't cheat, sweetcheeks. If we were cheating, then we would've won this game awhile ago."

"You and him, colluding. You definitely had four diamonds and you didn't even drew a card but you 'accidentally' got the fifth  diamond? You switched a card with him."

If she had the five diamonds a long time ago, she would have finished the game a long time ago, wouldn't she?

Sevika scoffed at your words, letting out a laugh that echoed around the table as she took another draw from her cigar. "Are you calling me a cheater right now?” she said, her words coming out on a billow of smoke as she glared at you with those cold eyes. "You're a fool, girl, if you think I'm cheating. I don't need to stoop that low to win."

"Ah yes, you do. You win, get the money and you easily take away the idiot part of money."

If Sevika really do that, who knows. But yeah, that idiot wouldn't have noticed that Sevika wasn't even giving him half the prize after the game, he was too drunk to care.

Sevika barked out another laugh as she stood from her seat, shaking her head in disbelief at your words. "You're really accusing me of something that you have absolutely no proof of. You're a fool and an idiot, girl."

She took another draw from her cigar before she slammed her chemtech hand onto the table, leaning towards you. "But if that's what you believe, then why not make this a game for me and you only, huh? You think you can prove me wrong?"

"Yeah, im in. Tell these to get out here" You said leaning back in your seat

Sevika tilted her head back and roared with laughter as she glanced to the other men. "You heard her! Now piss off! Hurry up.” Sevika scowled she waved her hand in the air.

The men grumbled amongst themselves before standing up; they'd been getting bored just watching the two of you bicker anyway.

Sevika pushed the ash try away from her as they left then looked at you again, her eyes gleaming with a glint of a challenge in them. While she sits back down in the booth.

"Now, do you want to make this very interesting?" Sevika drawled, her voice low and gravelly as she grinned over at you, her cigar still burning in her lips. "I bet there's more than money that you'll be losing to me, sweetcheeks."

You raised an eyebrow, curious what the older woman meant by that "What do you mean?" You asked now sitting comfortable in the booth after the others, gone.

Sevika chuckled lowly as she shook her head she exhaled a plume of smoke, her gaze locking with yours. "It's simple, girl. If you really believe that I cheat at cards, then why not up the ante a little?”

She pulled her cigar out of her lips and Sevika's smirk widened her tooth gap peek out under her plump lips as her eyes gleam with a predatory glint in them, "Loser has to do a favor for the other just as we promised in the beginning, no questions asked. A favor to be collected whenever.”

“Deal?”

"I'm pretty sure your inexperience isn't relegated to just gambling.  But... I could be wrong." She laughed leaning back in the booth, putting the cigar back between her lips.

“Deal”

you said cockily. Not intimidated in the slightest of Sevika's nature.

Sevika raised her brow before she chuckled, shaking her head. “Cocky one, aren’t you? I like your spirit. But I won’t go easy on you just because you’re pretty”

She reached up, running a hand through her messy, black hair thoughtfully as she glanced at you. “You sure you’re not afraid, sweetcheeks? Are you not scared you’ll have to kneel for me?”

"Not in a slightest"

Sevika glanced over to the deck of cards, her expression almost feral. Her chemtech arm flexed as she picked the deck up in her hand, shuffling it in a fluid movement that made the playing cards dance around at the touch of her prosthetic. She was confident. Very confident, never breaking her gaze with you.

With a sly grin, Sevika gestured to the deck. "You cut them. Prove you're not scared, pretty girl."

You split the deck into two packets by lifting one packet from the top and placing it face down beside the remainder; before placing the lower packet on top of it.

Sevika's eyes were glued to your hands as you split the deck; you could tell she was studying your movement and body language for any signs of weakness.

When you were finished, she glanced up at you, her expression almost amused at your lack of wavering. 

She took the deck from you, shuffling it again before starting to deal the cards across the table.

Sevika began dealing the cards, her eyes staying on your face as she watched your reaction. It was like she was watching your every move, studying your face and body language.

The first cards were dealt. Your hand wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t good either. It was a decent start. Let's see what comes out of this..

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