#vastayan reader

[sweetieviktor]

"cuddles? cuddles!", feat. steb.

summary: after patrol, steb come home asking for cuddles!

word count: 300.

content warning: just fluff!! :D ((and this may be a little bit ooc since he got so little screen time

author notes: okay, theres almost 1 month since i’ve written something for this blog and im really sorry for it (but hey, at least im 18 now and looking for a job :)). i hope this count as an apology lol. hope yall like this!

after a hard day at work, steb favorite thing to do is to lay down on your bed and just listen to you and all the sounds coming from outside your home. the raindrops were hitting softly against the window, the dark clouds blocking any source of light, no voices could be heard in the streets, a peaceful night. perfect to cuddle.

he rolled to your side of the bed, stealing some of the blanket while doing so, but now he was closer to you, sharing his warmth. you wouldn't need the blanket anymore, would you? he poked your arm once, twice. his shiny eyes looking up at you, secretly hoping you would get his intentions.

you tried to contain your smile, looking at the ceiling, not wanting to fall for his charms again. he did this every time, he annoyed you till he got what he wanted. he pushed his upper body up, using his forearm as a support. looking over you now, he blocked almost all the ceiling, still making this face, glossy eyes, pout lips and turned down ears. the same face he knew you wouldn't say no to. “urgh, fine! but give me back my part of the blanket.”

you snorted while he smiled smugly once you opened your arms, letting him accommodate himself over you, adjusting the blanket so it could shield you both from the cold atmosphere on the outside. he propped his head over your chest, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm shortly, bringing it to his hair. you knew what he meant, so you played with his hair till his ears dropped and the scales around his eyes moved softly, only reacting when your fingers touched his scalp again, letting go of any stress from earlier. he surely looked adorable when sleepy.

[gaypirate420]

i beg for more viktor and vastayan reader…like how did they meet??? what’s the story??? I NEED TO KNOW IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT you’ve unlocked something i didn’t know i needed

Like nyah, y'know ? (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠)

Caged // Viktor.

Kid!Viktor x Kid!Vastaya!reader.

Summary: Viktor just wanted some scrap metal.

Part one. Part three.

Tw: Child abuse. Blood.

Angst/Fluff. Viktor is fifteen, reader is sixteen.

The young Zaunite limped his way into an alleyway, dragging a small cart that Singed so generously provided for him to fetch scrapped metal and other trinkets he'd like to tinker on when he was still his pupil.

He leaned on his cane as he bent to pick a large metal plate, the piece looked almost new maybe today he'll have luck, he hummed confident and got further inside, the dim lanterns of the stores disappearing, he tugged his cart along with him.

His golden eyes shined with excitement as he could make out a couple of the same large metal plates, but they seemed to be tucked behind a couple of boxes on the corner. His hand let go of his cart, the other clutching on his cane as he limped to the dark corner, he sighed as he saw a big metal box holding the plates against the wall.

Leaving his cane behind and tugging his sleeves up he took a deep breath, his pale hands reached for one of the metal plates and tug.

"GRRRRHHH." A deep gutural growl.

Viktor gasped, stumbling backwards and falling on his back, his eyes widened as he saw that wasn't a box.

It was a cage.

He stayed frozen for a solid minute, until in the darkness he could make out a figure, curled in some sort of blanket. Viktor swallowed, standing up slowly as he kept his eyes on the cage.

You saw the pale teenager getting closer. You keep growling but he didn't step back, his eyes were full of curiosity but kindness, he didn't look like he wanted to throw things at you or poke you like the other kids who stumbled upon you.

Your shiny eyes meet his.

He stared at you, you didn't look that much older than him, he looked at the blanket that draped over you, your breathing was heavy, you were scared. You growled at him, a soft gasp leaves him as he gets a glare of your sharp fangs and a pair of big ears that are flat against your head and a twitching nose that is an obvious sign of distress.

His golden eyes stare at a laceration on your face, the blood drips slowly down your eyebrow.

Viktor then took a couple of steps back and simply left. You tilted your head but returned to nuzzle against your blanket, trying to find some warmth in the cold weather of the undercity.

You were about to close your eyes, until his small and uneven footsteps approached again.

He stood in front of the cage. He reached inside, you flinched but your eyes fell on his hand, offering a piece of food. He smiled ever so faintly and shyly. But he wasn't scared, that much you knew.

Your head lifted from the cold metal floor, you leaned closer, Viktor caught a glimpse of the sharp and long nails you had. You crawled hesitantly closer, the blanket falling and finally revealing your whole body.

His eyes were big with curiosity, your body wasn't like something he's seen before, your skin was scarred and bandaged, you look fairly human, although there was an unusual pattern under all those scars in your skin, until your bottom half where he could see what you were. Your legs were completely feline.

"...Koťátko..." Viktor whispered amazed. You tilted your head at his foreign words but took the piece of food in your mouth. The pale boy gasped once more as you practically just swallowed all that in a second.

You must be very hungry, he thought, an obvious thought to have everyone in the undercity is hungry, but he doesn't have more to give you. You stare up at him, your slit pupils expecting.

"...I'm sorry, koťátko." He spoke softly, you looked down, his eyes seeing in between your ears and out of instinct his hand laid there. You froze, a soft growl crawled from your throat and your fangs were ready to bite.

"Shhhh....don't be scared." Viktor shushed softly, sitting down on the ground with a soft whimper as he tried to take a comfortable position. His other hand cups your face, you snarl but after he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb your body starts to relax slowly.

"Mhm....it is okay, koťátko..." The boy whispers, his eyes wide and shiny and his lips adorned with a friendly smirk. You laid back down on the cold metal floor of your cage. The young one eyes the locks, his mind racing with thoughts. He can't keep you here, but where would he keep you? Viktor can barely feed himself and you're obviously feral.

He takes a deep breath, his lip pouts as he thinks but you just sink and bask in the gentle touch, you've never experienced something like this. It's nice and gentle, you close your eyes, your tail sways lazily.

A/N: hiii hello hiiii, I hope y'all like this, I'm going to try and write more on my school break! Send more requests for Vastaya reader I love this too much

[deathbxnny]

◇《ARCANE MASTERLIST》◇

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》Started on: 13/11/24

》Updated on: 15/05/25

》General headcanons:

Arcane women accidentally confessing to you. | Sevika, Jinx, Caitlyn, Vi x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters when someone flirts with you. | Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Imagine the reader being there at the Vander statue during the attack (part two)

What Arcane characters are like when drunk. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters saying things they'll regret during an argument with you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Making up with Arcane characters after a bad argument. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters reacting to you having a panic attack! | Caitlyn, Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters with an s/o that has ADHD. | Viktor, Sevika, Vander and Vi

The Timekeeper. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters reacting to their s/o dressed up really pretty. | Vi, Ekko, Jinx x Gn!Reader

Arcane men saying things they'll regret during an argument. | Viktor, Jayce, Silco x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters with an S/o who has ADHD. | Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko x Gn!Reader

Arcane women cheating on their s/o and getting caught. | Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Arcane men with an S/O that has an ED. | Viktor, Silco, Jayce, Ekko x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters with a s/o that's blind! | Ekko, Vi, Jinx, Viktor x Gn! Reader

Arcane women with a Fem!s/o that would do anything and everything for them. | Mel, Jinx, Caitlyn x Gn!Reader

Arcane women with an s/o that dies after an argument. | Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn x Gn!Reader

Arcane characters with a chronically ill s/o. | Viktor, Caitlyn, Vi x Gn!Reader

Arcane women seeing you again after cheating on you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika x Gn!Reader

Arcane women comforting you after a toxic relationship. | Sevika, Vi, Jinx x Gn!Reader

Jinx and Vi cuddling you!

Ekko, Jinx, and Vi with an s/o who is from the modern world

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

》Caitlyn Kirammann:

Our blood will drip from your hands. | Caitlyn x Fem!Reader (part 2)

Caitlyn with a childhood best friend Navia-like!Reader.

》Vi:

Vi with a Vastayan!Reader

Vi taking care of drunk fem!Reader.

Vi with a best friend Wriothesley-like!Gn!Reader.

》Sevika:

Being besties with Sevika!

Sevika with a devoted and loving s/o!

》Jinx:

Please don't leave me. | Jinx x Fem!Reader

"I'm sorry you lost your way home." | Jinx x Reader

Jinx with a Vastayan Gf!Reader.

》Viktor:

The failed overachiever. | Viktor x Gn!Reader

》Ekko:

Ekko finding his Fem!s/o again in the alternative universe.

》Renni:

General relationship headcanons with Chem Baroness Ranni x Fem!Reader

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[littlelovelunette]

Heyyy Hun absolutely love your work .xouls you do a sevika x vastayan reader where sevika comes home from work and reader is absolutely needy for her

Pleasure You To Bits

Contains smut, oral, clit stimulation, biting

When Sevika reached home, you were there waiting for her, legs sprawled out and wetness dripping down your folds.

"Holy f—" Sevika's curse word faded somewhere in the midsection of her throat, she was in utter disbelief for a second.

Then, she cocked a brow and a slow smirk spread over her dark lips, "What is this, baby?"

"This," you traced your wetness with a finger before bringing the slender digit to your mouth to taste, "Is a testament to how much I need you right now."

"So needy," Sevika pulled her poncho off, revealing her toned figure and mechanical arm beneath. Soon, she was pulling her top over her head and unbuckling her pants.

Your eyes were half lidded as you watched her movements, tail flicking back and forth occasionally while your gaze was stuck to Sevika's beautiful body.

You were completely naked and giving your body upto her for use, something you didn't usually give Sevika.

She had to earn it.

Sevika got between your legs, grabbing your thighs in each hand and wrapping them around her head. Her flesh hand was warm against the skin of your thigh and metal hand cold.

"Eat it," you whispered, tail flicking again and stuttering in it's movements once you felt Sevika glide her tongue over your clit, flattening it there.

"Fuck," you moaned as Sevika made the most lewd slurping sounds known to man, mouth still indulged in your pussy as if it was her last meal.

You grabbed the sheets, back arching as you felt her long tongue dipping back inside your dripping hole. "Oh my, Sev, you're so good with your tongue," your hand went down to wrap and tangle in her short hair.

"You like this, mm?" Sevika asked, voice vibrating your pussy before she suddenly delved her tongue back inside, licking up every little bit in your pussy, determined to make you come on her tongue. Determined to break your spirit.

Every little lick, every suck is designed to coerce you to come, to squirt on her face and lose it but you held back. You didn't want to give her the satisfaction just yet, not so early.

"S-Sev," you moaned feeling her flesh hand coming to rub your clit in tight circles, "Yeah, it feels really good," you answered her previous question.

"So fucked out, your brain's in a fuckin' mush, you're answering my questions late," Sevika laughed before biting your inner thighs making your entire body jerk in response but you recomposed yourself, grinding your pussy right back into her mouth.

"Eat," you repeated, shocking Sevika slightly due to the sudden power change. Now, Sevika was sure she'd spend atleast an hour between your legs. If not more.

[aspenmissing]

hi hi!! would you be open to doing characters x a somewhat flighty/skittish male reader?? Or at least Vander :3

(like a loud noise and he’s gone, very much like a stray cat lol)

ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ? || 5326 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ(ᴊɪɴx'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ), ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ (ᴊɪɴx'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜɪʏᴀᴀᴀᴀ!! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀʏᴀ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴏ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ' ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ! ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

JAYCE

Piltover was a city of progress, innovation, and, apparently, sudden loud noises.

Jayce had learned to keep a sharp eye on you, his very flighty Vastaya boyfriend, because if something so much as clanked too loudly, you were gone. One second, you’d be standing beside him, soft-furred ears flicking as you listened to him talk, and the next? There’d be nothing but a faint gust of wind and the distant echo of your rapidly retreating footsteps.

At first, he thought it was kind of cute. You were a little jittery, a little high-strung, but he chalked it up to Vastaya instincts.

Then it started happening constantly.

Jayce would turn his back for a second—just to sign some paperwork, greet a council member, or breathe—and by the time he looked back, you’d have completely disappeared. Poof. Gone. No trace of you except maybe a nervous shopkeeper pointing in a vague direction.

He should’ve expected today to be the same.

=

The two of you were strolling through the bustling markets, hand-in-hand despite how tense you were. The scent of fresh bread filled the air, vendors shouted out their wares, and Jayce could feel the way your tail was twitching anxiously with every unexpected noise.

"You’re acting like someone's about to rob us," Jayce teased, watching as you warily eyed a group of rowdy enforcers walking by.

"They could," you muttered, tail fluffing slightly. "Piltover looks safe, but that’s what they want you to think."

Jayce raised an eyebrow, biting back a laugh. "Oh? So you think the big, bad bread vendor over there is actually a master thief?"

Your ears twitched. "You joke, but I guarantee that guy’s scammed someone before."

Jayce smirked, watching as you poked at a loaf of bread as if it might suddenly explode. Your Vastayan heritage was a dead giveaway—pointed ears, a tail that never stayed still, soft fur dusting parts of your face and arms. You were all instincts, all hyper-awareness, constantly scanning your surroundings for some kind of threat.

And then, just as Jayce turned to pay for the bundle of supplies—

BOOM!

An explosion ripped through the air, likely some careless Zaunite experiment down by the docks.

But that didn’t matter.

Because the moment the noise hit your ears—

You. Were. Gone.

Jayce blinked, processing the fact that he was now holding nothing where your hand had just been.

"Seriously?!" he groaned, already turning in circles to look for any sign of you.

The vendor, who had seen this exact thing happen before, gave Jayce a slow shake of his head. "You want me to hold onto your bread while you go find him?"

Jayce sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Yeah. Probably best."

=

After way too much searching, Jayce finally found you clinging to a balcony like a terrified cat.

"Y/N," he called up, arms crossed. "Really?"

You peeked over the railing, eyes wide and still full of adrenaline. Your tail was so fluffed that you looked twice your size. "Did you not hear that?"

"It was an explosion," Jayce said flatly. "They happen."*

"Yes! And I am allergic to explosions, Jayce!*" You huffed, still gripping the balcony for dear life. "I have very good instincts. You should trust them more."

Jayce groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You can’t just disappear every time something makes a loud noise, Y/N."

"I absolutely can."

"No, you—Y/N, get down from there."

You narrowed your eyes. "How do I know it's safe?"

"Because I'm here," Jayce said, exasperated. "And if another explosion happens, I promise I'll—"

POP!

Another distant bang echoed from the direction of the docks.

And you?

GONE.

Jayce didn’t even blink before you vanished again, launching yourself off the balcony and disappearing into the nearest alleyway.

Jayce let out the loudest, most dramatic groan imaginable. "For the love of—"

The vendor from earlier just so happened to be passing by and shot Jayce a knowing look. "Tough luck, champ."

Jayce glared. "I'm buying a leash."

VIKTOR

The clatter of metal against the stone floor sent you bolting.

One moment, you were beside Viktor, leaning over the table as he fiddled with a delicate contraption, and the next, you were gone—nothing but the flutter of fabric and a faint gust of air marking your departure.

Viktor sighed, rubbing his temple as he glanced upward. Sure enough, there you were, perched precariously on a wooden beam, tail wrapped tightly around it for balance. Your fur bristled slightly, ears flicking at every tiny sound in the lab, your wide eyes darting from one shadow to the next as if another danger was about to spring forth.

"You know," Viktor began, tapping his cane lightly against the floor, "for someone so agile, you are surprisingly easy to startle."

You blinked down at him, still clinging to the beam. "That was loud," you huffed, voice edged with nervous energy. "What if it was an explosion? Or a rogue chemtech monstrosity? Or—"

Viktor chuckled, shaking his head. "It was a wrench, drahý," he reassured. "Merely a wrench slipping from my grasp, not the end of the world." (Dear)

You narrowed your eyes, still unconvinced. "You say that, but you work with some very unstable things."

Viktor leaned against his desk, shifting his weight onto his cane with a slow, measured movement. His golden gaze flickered with something between amusement and fond exasperation. "Then I suppose it is fortunate I have you here to flee at the first sign of danger. You can be my early warning system, yes?"

Your tail flicked, and you pouted. "I am not an alarm."

"No, of course not," Viktor said smoothly. "Alarms stay in place when triggered. You, however, are halfway across the city before I can blink."

You huffed but finally dropped down, landing lightly on your feet. Viktor reached out instinctively, his hand brushing your arm as you wobbled slightly. His fingers were warm despite the usual chill of the lab, a grounding presence against your heightened nerves. You resisted the urge to bolt again at the unexpected touch—he was one of the few people you allowed to get this close.

"Better?" you mumbled, ears still twitching, scanning for another sudden noise.

"Much," he murmured, giving you a small, knowing smile. Then, with a teasing tilt of his head, he added, "Though, if I were to create an alarm based on you, I would need to account for how quickly it vanishes when triggered. Quite the unique design challenge."

You swatted at his shoulder with your tail, pouting. "I swear, one of these days, I’m going to—"

The door slammed open.

Gone.

By the time Jayce stepped inside, all he saw was Viktor standing alone, sighing deeply, his golden eyes flicking upward to where you had once again scrambled into the rafters.

Jayce frowned. "Did… did I miss something?"

Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ah, yes," he drawled. "Another successful stress test of my partner’s flight response. Quite effective. I should start taking notes."

Jayce raised a brow. "What, did you scare him off again?"

"I did nothing," Viktor said, voice tinged with mild offense. "He abandoned me. Again. One loud noise, and poof—gone, like a stray breeze." He tapped his cane against the floor pointedly, looking up at you. "Leaving me to my tragic fate, no less. If I had collapsed just now, who would have caught me, hmm? Certainly not you."

From the rafters, you groaned. "Not funny, Viktor."

His smirk said otherwise.

Jayce crossed his arms. "Okay, but like… how do you keep getting up there so fast?"

Viktor, still looking up at you with a mix of fondness and exasperation, deadpanned, "Years of evolutionary perfection, Jayce. He is a marvel of agility and fear-induced propulsion."

You peeked down at them, tail swishing. "Or maybe I'm just smart enough to know that if something explodes in this room, standing next to Viktor is not the safest place to be."

Jayce snorted. "Okay, fair point."

Viktor sighed dramatically. "I am deeply wounded by this lack of faith in my scientific prowess." He rested a hand on his chest as if physically pained. "And my physical safety, apparently. Do you even know how long it takes me to move across this room if you are not here to help me?"

You hesitated, eyes flicking down to his cane. A pang of guilt settled in your chest. He was teasing, sure, but there was some truth in his words. Viktor was fast—when he had to be—but his condition meant his movements were always measured, his balance reliant on careful distribution of weight and the steady rhythm of his cane. If something had happened while you bolted…

Your ears drooped slightly.

Viktor, ever perceptive, softened his expression. "I jest, lásko," he said gently. "Mostly." (Love)

You sighed before, with an almost reluctant grace, dropping down from the rafters again. Your landing was effortless, though your tail twitched with lingering nervousness.

"I don't mean to leave you in the dust," you murmured, rubbing at the back of your neck. "It’s just… instinct."

Viktor smiled, reaching out to tap your nose lightly with his finger. "I know," he said simply. "It is what makes you, you."

Jayce, watching the exchange, smirked. "Wow, this is the softest I’ve seen you be, Vik."

Viktor rolled his eyes, but his hand still lingered lightly on your arm. "Yes, yes, very amusing. Now, if you are done causing another mass exodus, perhaps we can return to work before another tool decides to betray me and sends my dear partner scurrying for the hills?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I don’t scurry."

Jayce and Viktor exchanged glances.

"You definitely scurry," Jayce confirmed.

Viktor nodded sagely. "Much like a particularly dramatic squirrel."

You threw your hands up. "Unbelievable!"

Viktor chuckled, guiding you gently back to the worktable. This time, when another tool clattered, you only flinched.

Progress.

JAYVIK

The lab was quiet—too quiet.

Jayce sighed, rubbing his temples as he scanned the room. The usual hum of Hextech machinery filled the air, faint blue light flickering off the metallic walls. The soft clinking of cooling metal and the occasional static pop of unstable energy in the conduits should have been a comfort, a familiar background noise to their work. But something felt off.

Something—or rather, someone—was missing.

Viktor stood beside him, leaning heavily against his cane, golden eyes narrowed with mild irritation. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished metal handle, his expression unreadable, though Jayce could tell he was just as unimpressed as he was.

“He’s hiding again,” Viktor muttered, shifting his weight slightly to alleviate pressure on his weaker leg.

Jayce sighed, exhaling sharply through his nose as he crossed his arms. “I didn’t even drop anything this time.”

Viktor gave him a pointed look. “No, but you did slam the door.”

Jayce groaned, tossing his head back. “That was hours ago!”

Viktor arched a brow. “He holds grudges.”

Jayce opened his mouth to argue but stopped as a soft rustling noise echoed from above them. Both men snapped their gazes upward.

Viktor shook his head, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. Jayce, however, let out a heavy sigh.

“Y/N,” Jayce called, voice gentler this time. “We’re not mad. You can come down.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, a pair of feline-like eyes peeked over the edge of the highest shelf in the lab. Wide, wary, gleaming in the dim Hextech glow. Y/N’s ears, normally flicking in restless curiosity, were flattened against his head. His claws were sunk deep into the wooden beam, gripping it like his life depended on it, his tail curled protectively around his body.

Jayce softened his stance. “Come on, big guy. We promise we’re not gonna grab you.”

Y/N’s pupils were thin slits, his tail flicking anxiously.

“I—I don’t trust you,” he stammered, voice tinged with unease. “You’re gonna grab me.”

Jayce blinked. “I was gonna grab you, yeah. But not if you’re gonna bolt.”

Y/N’s ears twitched, his claws flexing against the wood. “That’s what you say,” he muttered, shifting his weight slightly. “But then—bam!—suddenly, I’m trapped.”

Viktor tapped his cane against the floor, drawing Y/N’s attention away from Jayce. “The fact that you do not trust us despite being in a committed relationship is quite concerning, dear,” he mused, voice rich with amusement. “You practically teleport when startled. One day, you are going to hit the ceiling and get stuck.”

Y/N let out a nervous grumble, adjusting his position. “Not my fault you humans are loud,” he muttered. “Big, clunky, and loud. You make all this metal stuff, and it falls, and bam!—I’m dead.”

Jayce rolled his eyes but chuckled. “C’mon, Y/N, you’ve survived this long. You’re just—”

CRASH.

A wrench, precariously perched on the edge of the worktable, slipped and hit the floor with a loud metallic clang.

Gone.

Y/N was gone.

A blur of sleek fur and frantic energy shot past them at an impossible speed, his claws scraping against the floor as he vanished. The window rattled from the force of his retreat. Loose papers spiraled into the air, fluttering aimlessly in his wake.

Jayce groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”

Viktor, unphased, merely chuckled, adjusting his weight. “You left a wrench on the table, Jayce. You brought this upon yourself.”

Jayce scowled at him. “You’re not helping.”

A long silence passed before Viktor tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking upward.

“Check the rafters.”

Jayce followed his gaze. Sure enough, nestled in the highest beams of the ceiling, a pair of glowing golden eyes peered down at them.

Jayce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Really?”

A low, indignant hiss filtered down from the shadows. “I live here now.”

Jayce exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms while Viktor smirked. “Oh? Well, if you live up there,” Viktor drawled, “I suppose you do not need cuddles tonight.”

Y/N twitched. His tail flicked once, then again, betraying his internal struggle.

“…That’s blackmail,” he muttered.

“Motivation,” Viktor corrected smoothly.

For a long moment, Y/N remained frozen, his claws clicking against the wooden beams. His ears twitched, his tail curling, as if he were actively fighting an inner battle.

Then—slowly—he dropped.

He landed right into Jayce’s waiting arms with a soft thud, a tangle of warm fur and lean muscle settling against the larger man’s chest.

Jayce barely staggered from the impact, rolling his eyes fondly. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Y/N, thoroughly disgruntled, crossed his arms and scowled. “I hate how strong you are.”

Jayce grinned. “You love how strong I am.”

Viktor leaned in slightly, gloved fingers trailing lightly beneath Y/N’s chin, coaxing him to look up. “Do not think I did not see how you lingered in Jayce’s arms,” he teased, voice silky smooth.

Y/N’s tail bristled as he sputtered, pushing against Jayce’s chest. “I—I didn’t! I—shut up!”

Jayce simply chuckled, tightening his arms around him.

Viktor tilted his head. “Perhaps you need a distraction, hm?”

Y/N barely had time to react before Viktor’s lips brushed against his cheek, slow and deliberate, warm against his skin. Jayce, never one to be left out, pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot beneath Y/N’s jaw, his breath hot against his fur.

Y/N twitched violently, his tail puffing up to twice its usual size, his ears pinning flat.

“I—I hate you both,” he stammered, his face burning as he tried—and failed—to squirm free.

Jayce smirked. “No, you don’t.”

Viktor hummed in agreement, golden eyes glittering with amusement. “You tolerate us.”

Y/N groaned, covering his face with his hands, his tail lashing behind him.

For all his flightiness, for all his instinct to run at the first sign of loud noises and sudden movements—he did like this part.

He supposed he could tolerate the racket.

…For now.

VANDER

The Last Drop was unusually quiet tonight—well, as quiet as a bar in the Lanes could be. Vander leaned against the counter, arms crossed, eyes idly scanning the room. It was a rare moment of peace, one he wasn’t going to take for granted.

Y/N, however, wasn’t so sure about the supposed ‘peace.’ His ears twitched at every little sound, sharp eyes flicking from the dim lanterns to the swinging door to the creaky floorboards. His tail flicked behind him, a nervous habit he hadn’t shaken since he was a kid. The air in the bar was thick with the scent of ale, smoke, and the ever-present metallic tang of Zaun, but even that familiar comfort didn’t ease his nerves.

Powder was at his side, humming softly as she toyed with a small contraption in her hands. He liked the kid. She wasn’t as loud as Mylo, nor as aggressive as Vi. She had an energy about her, sure, but it was never overbearing. Plus, he’d found she startled just as easily as he did.

Claggor sat nearby, ever the quiet observer, tinkering with a small piece of metal, likely something salvaged from a junk heap. He was steady, reliable—someone who balanced out Mylo’s mouthy attitude and Vi’s stubborn streak. Y/N appreciated that about him. Unlike the others, Claggor didn’t demand much, nor did he ever get irritated when Y/N’s instincts got the better of him. He simply rolled with it, unfazed. Maybe that’s why Powder stuck close to him too. He was the calm in the chaos, and right now, Y/N could use some of that calm

They’d bonded over that.

The two of them had long since developed an unspoken agreement—when things got too loud, too overwhelming, they had each other’s backs. Powder had learned to stick close to Y/N, knowing he’d have the quickest reaction if something spooked them. And Y/N? Well, he liked having someone who didn’t judge him for his instincts.

So when Vander, ever the gentle giant, suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and let out a loud, earth-shaking sneeze—

Y/N reacted on instinct.

One moment he was perched on the bar stool, Powder by his side. The next? Gone. Both of them.

The chair rocked slightly in his absence before settling back down, and Vander blinked in bewilderment.

The rest of the room had barely registered the sneeze, but it might as well have been a gunshot for Y/N. In a split second, he had scooped Powder up and vanished, moving so quickly it left the patrons blinking in confusion. Mylo sputtered into his drink, Vi let out a long-suffering groan, and Claggor turned toward the door as if expecting to see Y/N already outside.

Vander rubbed his nose, sighing. “Dammit.”

Vi, across the room, groaned. “Not again.”

The door creaked open, and Claggor poked his head in from outside. “Did Y/N just bolt with Powder?”

Vi didn’t even look up. “Yeah.”

“Again?”

“Yeah.”

From above, muffled whispers floated down from the rafters.

“Y/N… we’re in the ceiling again.”

“Yes, I’m aware, Powder.”

A pause.

“You don’t have to hold me so tight anymore.”

Y/N hesitated before slowly loosening his grip. Powder shuffled, peeking down through the beams. “Vander’s just staring at us.”

Y/N peered down as well. Sure enough, Vander was standing beneath them, arms crossed, an exasperated yet amused look on his face.

“You done up there?” Vander asked, voice gruff but laced with fondness.

Y/N’s tail twitched. “… Maybe.”

Vander sighed and reached up. “C’mon, let’s get you both down before you fall and give me an actual heart attack.”

Y/N huffed but obeyed, gently lowering Powder before hopping down himself. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Vander’s large hands landed on his shoulders, steadying him.

“Y’know,” the older man said, voice softer now, “if you keep running off like that, I might just have to keep ya close all the time.”

Y/N flushed, ears flicking back. “Not my fault you sneeze like a damn bomb went off.”

Powder giggled beside him, and Vander chuckled, giving his shoulders a firm squeeze before finally letting go. “C’mon, let’s get you a drink to settle those nerves.”

Y/N huffed but didn’t argue, letting Vander gently nudge him toward the bar.

This time, he stayed put—though he kept one eye on the door, just in case.

SILCO

The Last Drop was never silent, but tonight it was particularly loud.

A fight had broken out near the bar, sending bottles crashing to the ground, glass shattering under boots, voices raising in drunken slurs and anger. Someone pulled a gun—then a shot rang out.

And you?

You were gone.

One moment, you had been sitting comfortably at Silco’s side, listening intently to the low murmurs of conversation, your tail curling idly around your chair as you observed his dealings with Finn, Sevika, and other high-ranking members of Zaun’s underbelly. The next, your instincts had seized control—muscles reacting before your brain had even fully processed the sound.

A blur of movement. The sharp scrape of claws against wood. Your body tensed as you vaulted upward, disappearing into the rafters, where dim lighting barely reached. Your heart pounded so violently that it echoed in your ears, your pupils blown wide as they flicked across the bar below, scanning for danger. Your tail was puffed up, bristling like a live wire, and your ears lay flat against your skull.

Down below, the fight had ended almost as quickly as it had started. Sevika had handled it with brutal efficiency—she always did. The unconscious man lay sprawled across a shattered table, blood trickling from his mouth. The rest of the bar had already returned to normal, though a few wary patrons were still murmuring amongst themselves.

But no one was looking at the poor bastard who had picked the wrong night to start a fight.

They were looking at you.

Finn let out a low whistle, exhaling a puff of cigar smoke. "Every damn time." He smirked, nudging his drink with lazy amusement. "You’d think he’d get used to it by now."

Sevika scoffed, arms crossed over her broad chest. "He's like a damn alley cat," she muttered, tilting her head up to glance at your silhouette in the shadows. "Skittish as hell, always bolting at the first sign of trouble."

Silco, however, said nothing.

Instead, he merely swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his mismatched gaze trained upward, following the exact spot where you perched. His fingers tapped against the rim of his glass, slow and methodical.

"Indeed," he murmured, his tone unreadable.

You swallowed hard, your breathing still uneven. Your claws remained locked against the wooden beams, muscles tight and coiled, every instinct screaming at you to stay put, to wait until the threat had fully passed.

You knew you looked ridiculous—cowering in the rafters like some cornered stray—but fear didn’t care about appearances. It didn’t care that you were supposed to be past this. That you were meant to be safe here.

And yet, your body wouldn’t let go of the tension.

Silco sighed softly, barely audible beneath the low hum of the bar. He set his glass down, then flicked his wrist in a subtle yet dismissive motion.

"Leave us."

Finn blinked. "What?"

Silco didn’t repeat himself.

He simply looked at Finn and Sevika—the kind of look that wasn’t a suggestion but an order. The kind that left no room for argument.

Sevika exhaled through her nose, shaking her head before pushing away from the table. "Your funeral," she muttered, striding off toward the bar.

Finn, however, was slower to move, clearly amused by the situation. He smirked, standing and adjusting the lapels of his jacket. "You spoil him, you know that?" he said, flicking his cigarette ash onto the floor. "The little guy runs every time, and you still—"

Silco’s gaze flicked to him.

Finn shut his mouth.

With a low chuckle, he gave a mock two-fingered salute and walked away, leaving you alone with Silco.

The silence stretched for a long moment.

Only then did your breathing start to even out. Your claws loosened their hold on the rafters. The moment Sevika and Finn’s eyes were off you, your body finally allowed itself to come down from the high-strung panic.

Silco leaned back in his chair, his attention never wavering from your spot above. He didn’t speak. He didn’t demand you come down.

He just waited.

It took time, but eventually, you moved.

Your descent was slow, deliberate—each movement cautious, muscles still primed to bolt if something too loud, too sudden happened again. Your claws clicked against the wooden floor as you landed, tail still flicking with residual unease.

Silco’s gaze met yours, unreadable yet calm. Then, with the same quiet patience, he gestured toward the empty seat beside him.

You hesitated, your ears twitching, scanning the bar once more. The tension was still there, just beneath the surface.

But Silco’s lack of urgency was grounding.

Reluctantly, you moved forward, slipping into the seat beside him with the same near-silent movements you always had. Your tail curled instinctively around your leg, your body still vibrating with a leftover edge of adrenaline.

"You’re particularly flighty tonight," Silco mused, voice smooth, calculated.

Your gaze flickered to the shards of glass still littering the floor. A barely noticeable shudder ran through you. "Loud noises mean danger," you muttered, your voice quieter than before, but no less firm.

Silco hummed, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass again. "A sensible instinct. One that likely kept you alive in the past."

You nodded slightly. It had. Survival in Zaun wasn’t just about strength—it was about knowing when to run, when to hide, when to disappear. You had survived because you knew how to avoid being seen at all.

Silco leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp yet unreadable. "But you are not alone anymore, little cat."

You bristled, ears twitching at the nickname. "I’m not little."

That same faint smirk tugged at his lips. "No?"

His movements were slow, deliberate—careful. He knew better than to startle you. His gloved fingers reached out, brushing along the sharp line of your jaw, then up, trailing over the fur-lined curve of your ear.

Your breath hitched, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Your ears flicked, but you didn’t pull away. Not fully.

Silco’s voice softened just a fraction. "You are safe here, Y/N."

The words lingered, heavy but not forceful.

There was a pause. A long, drawn-out moment where you considered them—where you considered him.

Then, finally, you sighed. Your shoulders unlocked from their rigid state, and cautiously, you leaned against his side, pressing into the warmth of his presence.

Silco didn’t move, didn’t push.

He simply let you be.

His presence was solid, steady—a tether in the storm that was Zaun.

Your tail flicked once, then settled, curling loosely over Silco’s leg as you allowed yourself to breathe.

Silco merely took a slow sip of his whiskey, allowing the quiet to settle between you.

You might always be skittish. You might always be quick to flee at the first sign of danger.

But as long as you had Silco, you’d always have a place to land.

JINX

The first time Jinx saw him run, she nearly choked on her own laughter.

Y/N had always been a flighty thing—jumpy, twitchy, ready to bolt at the drop of a pin. And, well, Jinx found it hilarious. She took it as a personal challenge, seeing just how fast she could get him to take off. Firecrackers, sudden yells, even dropping wrenches near him while they were fixing up one of her bombs—every time, Y/N practically evaporated into thin air.

It never got old. One second he was standing there, ears flicking at the noise—then poof! Gone. Vanished into the alleys or onto a rooftop, tail bristled, eyes wide. It was like magic.

"You're like a lil’ scaredy-cat! Or a rabbit! Nah, nah, a fox! Yeah, a big ol' fluffy fox!" Jinx had cackled once, hands on her knees as she doubled over in laughter while Y/N clung to a rooftop ledge, panting and wild-eyed.

The best part? He never got mad. Sure, he huffed and grumbled, but he never truly snapped at her. Maybe he just knew it wouldn’t change anything. Maybe deep down, he even liked the attention. But still—he ran every time.

Until the day it all went wrong.

=

Jinx had been lurking in the alley, waiting for the perfect moment. She’d found a little party popper in her stash—harmless fun, right? Just a tiny pop! Nothing serious.

She waited for him to pass. And then—BANG!

Just as expected, Y/N vanished.

But this time, there was a yelp. A bad one. The kind that made her stomach drop.

Her grin faltered. “Uh… Y/N?”

Silence.

Something twisted in her gut, an unfamiliar squeeze of something that felt a whole lot like guilt. Jinx didn’t do guilt. Not really. But something about this—about the way that yelp had sounded, high and wrong—sent her instincts into overdrive.

She scanned the alley, pulse picking up, a nervous energy she didn’t recognize bubbling beneath her skin.

Then she saw him.

Crumbled between two metal crates, one leg twisted at a nasty angle, his ears pinned back against his head in pain. His tail twitched weakly, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.

He must’ve leapt too fast, miscalculated, and crashed straight into the junk pile.

“Oh, crap.” The words left her in a breathless murmur as she jogged over.

Y/N bared his teeth—not in the playful, irritated way he usually did, but in a sharp, pained grimace. “D-Don’t do that again.”

Jinx flinched. Not because of the words, but because of the way he said them—small, strained, genuinely hurt. Not just physically, but hurt hurt. The fun was over. The game wasn’t funny anymore.

For once, she was the one reaching out first. “Alright, alright, lemme help ya,” she muttered, scooting down beside him and nudging her shoulder under his arm.

He hesitated, but after a moment, let her take some of his weight. His ears twitched as she carefully helped him up.

Jinx wasn’t used to being careful. Being wild, being chaotic—that was easy. But the way Y/N winced with every step made her slow down, actually think about what she was doing.

She kept her voice light, trying to break the tension. “Damn, you’re heavier than you look.”

Y/N just exhaled sharply, more of a tired sigh than an actual response. His tail flicked weakly behind him, usually so full of movement but now dragging limply.

“…Guess I kinda overdid it, huh?” Jinx admitted, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “Didn’t think you’d actually get yourself busted up.”

Y/N exhaled through his nose. “I don’t run for fun, Jinx. It’s just… what I do.”

That made her quiet for a second.

She wasn’t dumb—she knew why people ran. Fear, instinct, survival. She thrived on chaos, but Y/N wasn’t built like her. He was quick, sure, but not because he wanted to be. Because he had to be.

A memory flickered in her mind—of Zaun’s streets, of learning when to run and when to fight. Of knowing that sometimes, running was the only choice.

She let out a breath. “…Guess I won’t be scaring ya anymore, then,” she said after a beat, offering a lopsided grin. “No more poppers, no more sneak attacks. Maybe still some explosions, but, y’know, the usual kind.”

Y/N gave her a tired look, but his lips quirked slightly. “Yeah. The usual kind.”

Jinx helped him the rest of the way back, and for once, she wasn’t cackling at how fast he could run.

She was making sure he could walk.

[vieoeil-riae]

how good it feels

steb/gn!reader

warnings: masturbation, masturbation in shower, guilt, minor gill play, pining, steb has a hemipenis, steb cranks it despite feeling morally dubious about it, 18+ MDNI, 1.5k words

synopsis: the thought of you is enough to make steb break his own unspoken rules

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Hot water poured over his head, it didn’t compare to the heat simmering in his gut however. Shame and need rubbed up on each other, a grinding, churning mix that stuck heavy in his throat — too much to be swallowed.

Steb’s shoulders shook, hesitant and staring at the bottom of the tub but imagining you, reasoning with himself. Talking very little tends to make a person good with internal debates, but now Steb finds himself cursing the fact he couldn’t find the key to stopping himself toying with the idea of your eyes lustily taking him in and your hands lovingly sweeping his skin.

It was wrong, to imagine you as anything more than just a colleague, to imagine you so lewdly. It was disrespectful, you probably didn’t even like him like that if he was reading you right. But the thought of your hair clinging to the nape of your neck, damp with sweat, the imagined sound of you panting and groaning in his ear — clear with the recent memory of you straining to move filing cabinets at the station — made his cock pulse inside him.

He shouldn’t, but quietly as if he were afraid of being caught, his hands drifted over his hip and dipped between his thighs. His cock throbbed at the barely-there feeling of his fingers skimming over his slit with ease, slick arousal already eagerly leaking out. His ears drooped with guilt, but his gut tugged with pleasure. A blush prickled across his face, frills laid flat against his cheekbones.

With a raspy gasp, his fingers dipped into his slit, feeling himself grow harder with each swipe. Steb bit his lip to silence the building whines in his throat, he must look pathetic furiously rubbing at himself with his cock still tucked away — too embarrassed for it to come down.

What would you say if you saw him in this state? Would you laugh, sharper than your usual giggle, tease him backhandedly as you refused to take your eyes off his shame? The train of thought made him slow down, disgust aimed at himself weighed heavily on his heart and brought him to his knees, shower water pounding off of his back.

No, you were too kind for that, he thought, he’d seen the way you regarded him with a sense of wonder; staring at his fluttering frills and third eyelid with curiosity burning in your eyes. It was different to the way other people brushed him off, too quiet to be interesting, too vastayan, entwined with magic, to live without a mild fear of being shunned for the connection.

You peppered him with questions however, all unanswered by him but eventually figured out by you, waved at him whenever he walked past with genuine enthusiasm, spoke highly of him when you thought he wasn’t listening. 

Maybe you’d walk in and just watch, curious eyes peeled to the way his hand coaxed out his silky cock and stroked it slowly. Maybe you’d come closer, fixated on him so badly you got on his level, on your knees in front of him — still watching. Maybe you’d speak, in that lovely voice of yours, and tell him about himself.

What would you say? You were keen on praising him, sometimes it was a vague comment, but other times it felt like hearing about a completely different person; someone more competent, caring, gentle than he thought of himself.

Would you say any of that? The thought of you mumbling the words ‘good boy’ in his ear, your own hand coming to replace his own, drew a clipped groan from his lips. Would you tell him he had been doing good, that it was okay? You’d kiss him gently, treating him so preciously despite the way you would pump his cock, restraint cracking as you felt him melt at your touch.

Steb flushed at all the pretty words he wanted you to tell him; hot, pretty, good, yours. The tip of his cock met the rougher skin of his fingers, his mouth dropped open in a silent moan. It felt pleasurable, but your hands — ones he barely felt on him, stealing the barest of exposures from the times you’d tap the side of his head when he wasn’t paying attention — would feel much better.

Unpredictable, they’d skitter over his skin, less bashful than his own. His eyes closed, a pretty picture of your flushed face imagined behind them. The way your lips moved, talking to him or talking about him, was always enrapturing. The thought of huskily hushed compliments tumbling from then in a barely coherent string, too lost in watching his body react to you, made his hips jerk.

But maybe you would be a little teasing, you tended to be like that. Never mean, always careful, you’d draw him into little conversations and chit-chats with a teasing remark every now and again. Maybe the same clever, fond lilt in your voice would tell him to come to you when he was desperate and needing, that you’d be more than happy to help him out.

His cock slipped into his hand fully, thick slick slowly seeping through the cracks between his fingers as he fondled himself. How would you do it? Fast, almost feverish, needing to see him come apart or slowly, teasingly, denying him over and over with a purposeful smirk until you let him come but refused to let up? His cock throbbed.

Still, a sense of guilt stemming from what Steb saw as ‘ruining’ your image lingered over his mind. Abashedly, it mingled with thoughts of your mouth, how it would feel on him.

Hot, wet; you’d run your tongue down him, lather the frills lining his cock with your spit, look up at him with that damn ‘gotcha’ look when his head tipped back from the sensation of you around him.

Eager, you’d sink deeper and deeper, nose brushing the soft, smooth skin of his pelvis. Maybe you’d gag slightly, a glisten of tears welling in your eyes, and he’d have to pull you up to avoid bruising your throat with a violent buck of his hips. Your hair, twisted in his hands. He bit his lips hard at the thought.

He pumped his cock faster, thoughts turning blurry with the mounting pleasure, blushing all the way to his shoulders. You liked to push his buttons just a little, giggling at the irritated flick of his ear when you did, not the type to back down. 

Even if he came, in his mind that wasn’t a guarantee you’d stop sucking him, and you’d keep going until you heard a broken moan tear itself from his throat. The thought of his come dribbling over your lips made his pace stutter, the thought of returning the favour drawing out a quiet, utterly involuntary, whine.

You’d look ruined — such a departure from your usual appearance, so perverse, he thought guiltily — but you’d have gotten off on watching him squirm. Soaking with shower water, letting him mouth at you, take you. It was a greedy thought, one that had pre-come dribbling messily from his flushed head.

You’d sound so good, moans mixing with the pattering water, the pretty words tumbling from your lips garbled with pleasure. God, imagining you so lewdly was wrong but he’d never felt so sensitive, apologies spinning in his head wormed their way into the fantasy; you’d keen and gasp at the feeling of his lips moving over your skin, unaware of the chant-like praise and apology being muttered.

Sinking further into the hot, shameful feeling, Steb’s hand trailed towards his cheek. You were nice, you’d hold him, caress him, and he would give himself to you. It was downright weird, wrong on so many levels, but his cock jumped in his hands when his fingers slipped bare millimetres under his gill slits — imagining it was you.

It was a sting that sent him lurching over, a pain that clashed so weirdly with the fire in his gut, but he shivered at the thought of you being so delicate with him. Maybe it was unfair to think you’d pay enough attention to him to figure out the small detail of his rarely used gills, to think you’d know the weight behind the allowance. He still quietly gasped at his own touch, though.

But maybe you’d think it was too weird? Steb caught himself, no you wouldn’t, you were so kind to him that maybe he could just allow himself this, the thought of your warmth replacing the shower’s — all-consuming.

You’d kiss his neck and whisper so many adoring words while he took you with his cock, bite your lip in mounting bliss, clench around him. His cheeks have never burned hotter.

With a breathless gasp, he came over his hand, spilling over his trembling thighs in thick spurts. His brows pinched and his frills pulsed in time with the throbbing of his cock, more come, pearlescent and sticky, dribbling from his glistening tip with each sensation.

Softly, he thought, you’d kiss him while you came down, not rough and full of desire, but with care and contentment. He sighed into the damp warm air, you’d hold him close, warmer than the water.

Now, what was he going to think when he saw you tomorrow? Steb blushed down to his chest.

A/N: hi guys! i had to cut my nails in the middle of writing this :)

[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

OMG! Finally I get to read some male reader with Vi and Jinx. It's so hard to find these, like, I'm a lesbian but I wanna read those too. But anyway, that was so good, I loved it! Great job! Your style is cool!

If you don't mind, could you do some hcs for teen and current Vi with a Vastayan boyfriend? And Caitlyn or Jinx too, if you like. Hope that's okay. Have a wonderful day, luv!

Sure, thanks you so much for the praise <3. Now I don't know much about LoL lore so I'm going off of TikTok info. Didn't know if you wanted Teen Cait as well so I'll do her as well. Just not Powder since Powders like 11.

[Fox Vastaya Reader]

Jinx

She met you through Silco after he hired you to easedrop on conversations for shimmer clients.

She found you sitting in the rafters after she went there to chill.

Jinx feel for you quick. She often barged in on meetings of you and Silco and dragged you away to hang out with you.

Slico wasn't thrilled when he found out you were dating Jinx, but allowed it since you made her happy.

She started calling you 'Whiskers' almost immediately.

Anytime you were doing work she would appear out of god knows where to play with your tail, ears, etc.

She introduced you to Isha as 'This is Whiskers, my future husband'

She picked d out outfits that complimented your ears and tail.

She loved your canines and always tried to feel them when she kisses you.

You use your tail to cuddle her.

She makes you fox releated trinkets if she makes you upset.

Vi(Past)

You met after she beat up some kids who were picking on you.

It was clear to everyone but her that she had a crush on you, saying "He's just a close friend."

It took Vander for her to realize.

The week leading up to her confessing she was a mess. Always asking if she looked good, fixing her hair, redoing her wraps, etc.

When you said you already knew about her feelings you simply pointed to your ears.

Her favorite part of your appearance was your ears, always finding an excuse to play with them.

She would purposely make your ears twitch by blowing on them cause she liked your reaction.

She nicknamed you Mochi cause your ears and tail were soft and because of how much she loved you.

Vi(Current)

She became extra clingy after she got out of Stillwater.

She found you working as a bartender and informant.

She often found any excuse to hug or hold her.

You eventually had to tell her to just hug you when she felt down

You used your tail to hug her when you were bust.

Vi got a small fox tattooed on her wrist while she was in Stillwater.

She jokingly called you 'Bartender' when you two are drinking together.

She's little spoon.

Caitlyn(Teen)

She met you in the forest while practicing her shooting.

She accidentally shot the tip of your ear off.

She immediately took you home when she found out you were an orphan.

She introduced you to Jayce and accidentally called you her boyfriend, making her turn beat red.

She randomly apologizes for shooting your ear, even though you didn't mind.

She often buys you expensive stuff to make you feel better if you feel down.

During winter she found it the best excuse to cuddle you saying 'You're naturally warm.'

She got pissed off when someone at the Academy called you a pet.

Caitlyn (Current)

She would randomly find loose strands of hair on her uniform and despite being annoyed she secretly liked it since it showed how much you loved her.

Anytime she was on watch you would stop by to give her food, drinks, talk, etc.

She would take you to Galas and Balls to keep her from getting bored, and cause she never got tired of the look of pure amazement when you saw everything.

You always make her go to bed when she's up too late, making sure to use your tail to coax her.

She nicknamed you 'Kitsune' due to your part fox appearance and because of your smarts

[neuvilette-tea-party]

more dad steb plsss !!! 😭🙏

Dad Steb my Beloveeeeeeeeeeeeed... (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

｡ﾟ•┈୨ Steb x F!reader ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

Tags : Simple, fluffy, cute, short and sweet, Steb is selectively mute, pregnancy announcement

You observe the test in disbelief. 

Two red lines. 

You squirm on the toilet seat, trying to contain your childish glee, kicking your feet irrepressibly. A sob rises in your throat, and your breathing cracks for just a second. You press your palms on your eyes for a mere second, taking a deep breath to calm down before shooting a silent ‘Yes!’ in the little bathroom. 

You stand and dress back up, cleaning the test and putting it in the pocket of your pajamas. You go downstairs. Going downstairs, you can hear some music coming from the living room where Steb is with Solène. You lightly open the door to discover he took her from her high chair to dance with her in his arms. He cradles her, balancing from right to left repeatedly on the sweet melody. 

She babbles and laughs and gesticulates all over, trying to imitate her father with her short limbs. He holds her tenderly as he swings his hips, his cheek scales waving as his ears flaps all around, simply happy to hold his baby in his arms. 

A baby that starting to get big! She definitely took from Steb in this department, she is bigger than a mere human child, and his Vastaya genes are definitely at work inside of her! She is starting to weigh more and more in your arms, and soon, you won’t be able to hold her for more than 10 minutes. 

She is your cute, big, chubby baby. Green like her father, with your (color) eyes. She has gills and scales, but she doesn’t have his Vastayan ears or signature cheek scales. 

She is a perfect mix between you two! Your little baby. 

You open the door fully and approach them swinging your hips like Steb. He spots you and grabs Solène’s little hand to wave at you with a big smile. He puts her down, simply holding her little wrists, and helps her take the first steps toward you before letting her go, still remaining behind if she ever comes to lose her balance. 

You kneel down and extend your hands toward your daughter, encouraging her. 

“Come here, Solène! Come see mama!”  

She bites her tongue in deep focus as she takes one step after another, Steb following diligently behind. You grab and lift her in the air, spinning while she giggles to her heart’s content. You hug her tight, pressing her against your beating heart while Steb circles you two, embracing you lovingly. 

You turn your head up to him, kissing his scaly cheek and his cheeks’ scales undulate with pleasure. 

“I love you, silly fish.” You grin. 

He brushes his nose to the crook of your neck before signing ‘I love you more, petit coeur’. 

“Close your eyes.” You taunt. 

He squints at you with a wondering smile, wondering what you were up to. 

“Come on!” You insist playfully, “Gimme your hand, palm up.” 

He obeys, his ears flapping once with curiosity. You put the test in his hand. 

“Open up.” 

He blinks and looks down. He grabs the test properly to read it, and he freezes completely, his pupils widening, his scales and ears stopping dead. 

You bite your lower lip, awaiting the shock to pass. 

He staggers and has just the time to locate the sofa to let himself fall down, eyes dead on the test. He presses his hand to his mouth, his gills opening wide like he is hyperventilating. 

“Is... Is that... true?” He manages to articulate between the pain and the difficult breathing, his eyes getting wet with tears. 

“Yes.” You nod enthusiastically, “I am pregnant Steb.” 

He lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh, his shoulders shaking. He opens his arms wide for you to snuggle with him. He embraces you two tightly, sobbing. He kisses your cheek and Solène’s forehead loudly, squeezing you in his arms. He lies down on the sofa, pulling you with him to rest on top of him. 

He silently cries while you snuggle in the crook of his neck. 

After Solène’s birth under the bombs while he was on the battlefront with Cait, Vi, Loris, and Maddie, he wishes for nothing more than simple domesticity, away from war and death. 

He has even quit his enforcer post to return to medical school, decided not to take a single more life, and dedicates his life to saving all that he can! 

Another baby is a miracle he did not even dare to hope for, but you blessed him once more and he cannot be happier. 

“Oh, mon petit coeur... Mon petit coeur...” He repeats like a littany, “Tha... Thank you...!” 

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog @luv.della 

[ioniansunsets]

I'm totally understand you about college! Mine is slowly killing me sometimes. Know it's hard, but remember to take a break if you really need one. <3

Oh and if you still talking requests... can I get one with Sett or Kayn, where s/o is jealous about rumoms that they're with Ahri/Akali?

Thank you :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn and Heartsteel!Sett With a Jealous Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: Sett 486 Words | Kayn 511 Words

✖ Tags: Established R/S | Hidden RS

✖ A/N: It has been so long I am so sorry omg guess who is FINALLY back to writing now that colleg is done I guess. Oops. Oops. Oops. (But yes I wrote this with a, can’t announce they’re dating yet due to circumstance, in mind)

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SETT

Sett is understanding beyond anything and a gentleman to boot. He would notice before you even say anything about it. Sett can tell from the slightest change in your behavior that something was bothering you and ask you about it.

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“ Come on babe what’s wrong, don’t like ya lookin’ all sad like that.”

A gentle grip as he pulls you up from the couch onto his lap. Face nuzzling your neck as he tries to get you to talk. Puppy dog eyes from your lover was all it took to get you to sigh as you spoke about your small…ok maybe, your average sized problems. His face breaking out into a comforting smile as you spoke, adjusting himself so that you could lie into his chest instead as you spoke.

—

Telling him the way fans keep shipping him with Ahri just because the two of them were stunning Vastayans in media would just make him give you a hearty laugh. Arms around you he’d shower you in kisses, telling you not to bother about fans like that.

Of course it doesn’t end at just telling you it’s ok. Sett would do his best to show that you are the only one for him too. When there are interviews or shows within their shared music label Sett would consciously stay a respectable distance from Ahri. (Of course explaining to her his want to stamp down the rumors of which she readily agrees to)

Sett is a gentleman so of course he is nice to the girls still, but all the sweet things extend to you too. Plus, beyond that he gives you special treatment when you two are outside together. Letting you know if he has shoots with her so you can drop by to feel the comfort of knowing there’s nothing to be worried about. Wearing things with your initials, wearing your colors or matching accessories with you whenever he can so that so that it is clear to others that he is taken and is in love with someone else.

He comforts you of course, gently making sure you understand that as a public figure he can’t do much about the things people say and do about him online, but at the least, he can post some subtle couple pictures with you online, telling fans (untargetedly) that he isn’t comfortable with being shipped with other idols.

And later on your relationship, when the situation arises and management approves of announcing his relationship with you, it is you he has in his arms. Hand outstretched to help you out of the limo at a red carpet event. Bright smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes as you dress to the nines with him looking both amazing, proudly showing you off to the paparazzi to settle things once and for all. He was taken and he was yours.

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KAYN

Kayn would notice when he comes back from a dinner function with K/DA to see you looking really pouty at him from the bed. Alright, something was wrong here, the real question is, was it his fault?

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“ Hey babe um…did I…did I do something wrong? It’s not cos I came home so late right?”

Throwing off his branded jacket to the side, kicking off his shoes, Kayn would slowly make his way over to the bedside, sitting by you as he looks at you concerned. Hand reaching out to comb through your hair to try and console you. The soft feeling of his nails gently scratching your scalp to coax you into confiding in him helped of course. A soft sigh leaving you as you showed him all the posts in the KaynKali tags online. You knew he loved you and they were just childhood friends but still it was tough to see fans ship them together.

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He laughs first, loudly. Thinking so obviously that you were joking to be jealous of Akali of a people. He only suddenly stops as he sees you hurt and glaring at him frustrated.

Apologizing furiously as he pulls you in for a tight hug. Telling you about how he has no intentions like that with her and she definitely doesn’t look at him that way either. As far as he is concerned they are both furthest from each other’s type, she’s a sister to him and that you have nothing to worry about. Whatever ‘chemistry’ fans see were just their irritated banter between close friends, nothing more!

A smug smile on his face as he peppers yours in kisses, jokingly asking you if you wanted him to post all his couple photos of you guys to social media right now. Sure it would start drama and management would kill him but he loves you and mischief isn’t something he shys away from. The only reason he hasn’t was because he treasures his privacy with you afterall.

With you in his arms he whips out his phone for you to see, sending Akali a text to ask about what she felt about all this only to have her reply with a photo of her flipping him off and blocking him. “ See? Nothing to worry about baby. My love only belongs to you.”

But of course, it doesn’t just end there. He doesn’t hard announce your relationship or anything but whenever you two go out together he happily holds your hand or has an arm around your waist. He doesn’t hide you and proudly shows you off but never making it official until management lets him.

When the time comes and he gets to show you off he does it as showy as he could. Calling you out on stage mid solo performance to lift you up with one arm, lips passionately pressing against yours as a smug smile graces his lips. Announcing proudly to all his fans that you were his and his only.

[juniper-sunny]

The Art in the Heart* - Chapter 9

It's Silco's turn to meet people from your past. His visit to your first home is disturbed by long-buried memories resurfacing—along with a confession of dark secrets...

Happy Ending AU | Silco x Reader | Young!Silco | F!Reader | No [Y/N] | Slow Burn | Romance | Eventual Smut | Fluff | Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Fix-It || SFW | WC: 4.8k

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Just as Silco is about to make a wrong turn towards the elevators, you gently take him by the elbow. You’re tempted to keep holding on, but you quickly drop your hand when he looks at you quizzically.

“Are we not heading for the underground?” he asks.

You shake your head. “Janna’s Embrace moved to Lower Piltover a few years ago, for the fresh air and sunshine. And vendors will actually deliver to us now without charging huge hazard fees. We’re saving a lot of money that way.” 

You don’t go into detail about how Lower Piltover is a much safer place to raise children. All Zaunites are “gutter rats” in the eyes of Enforcers, but at least the orphans raised at the Embrace’s new location don’t have to live like Sumpsnipes anymore, scraping the ground for crumbs and living in filth and puddles. 

Just as you finish speaking, your destination comes into view. You can’t help but feel a swell of pride as you cross a cobblestone courtyard towards a wide, three-story brick building with arched windows and a sloped roof. The exterior is slightly weathered from age, but the leafy bushes out front are neatly trimmed. Cheerful chalk sketches cover both the ground and the walls of the building itself, mostly of smiling stick figure children holding hands. One particularly colorful drawing depicts a child riding a giant Poro over a rainbow. 

The bronze plaque above the front door bearing the orphanage’s name is highly polished, engraved with a portrait of the goddess herself. Her long hair billows in an arc behind her, a kind and calm smile on her face as she cradles her arms lovingly to her bosom.

An old, tall, muscular canine Vastayan with short dark fur and pointy ears is watering the bushes. When she senses your arrival, her ear twitches underneath a straw gardening hat, ratty and holey with old age. She turns to you as you reach the doorstep.

“Hi, Kharon,” you call out to her with a smile.

She doesn’t say anything, but blinks slowly at you. When she sees Silco, she tilts her head inquisitively at him.

“Kharon, this is Silco. Silco, this is Kharon,” you introduce your friends to each other.

“Hello,” Silco says politely. He extends his free hand out.

Kharon doesn’t take his hand, but instead puts down the watering can and wipes her clawed paws on her patchwork overalls. She lowers her gray and grizzled snout to his forehead. He stands perfectly still as she sniffs him, her huffing exhales ruffling his hair. Then, she steps back to scan him from top to bottom. 

Silco straightens under her scrutiny, determined to make a good impression. You almost giggle when Kharon finally lets out a low growl of approval. She steps away to pull open the front doors wide open enough for the two of you to enter with the wagon.

“Thanks,” you tell the Vastayan as you pass her. “Are Teema and Cuny around?”

“Kitchen,” she says in a low grunt.

You wave goodbye to her as Silco crosses the threshold first. He pulls the wagon carefully into a wide hallway, observing the interior carefully. The doors click shut, and the noise echoes quietly, reverberating against the high ceiling. The dark wooden floor is spotless but worn from countless footsteps treading over it. Framed photographs of happy families and grinning kids adorn the walls, some candid and others posed.

Silco leans in to study one particular portrait that catches his eye. A young girl with missing teeth and a choppy bob is laughing at the camera, caught in a group hug with a boy and another girl her age. Her peers are just as joyful, the boy’s eyes squeezed shut as he wheezes with silent laughter. The second girl grins while looking at her friends.

“Is that you?” Silco asks, pointing at the first girl, whose hair and eye color matches yours. His grip on the wagon’s handle loosens, forgotten in his fascination with the photo. An amused smile creeps onto his face, almost as wide as the child’s.

“Yeah,” you say shortly. The bittersweet twinge of nostalgia in your heart is overcome by a dark disdain. 

You have some fond memories of growing up alongside these friends and others not pictured, but they’re all gone now.

And you still wonder if that was all your fault.

Before Silco can ask you more about the picture, you take the handle from him and cross the hallway. You walk briskly through an arched entryway into a crowded cafeteria. The wagon’s weight slows you down enough that Silco can still keep up with you. You make a note to give Silco a proper tour later, but you’ve wasted too much time already.

And you want to outrun the painful memories stirred up by that photograph.

You turn left towards the far wall and pass a serving station, Silco following close behind. As you round the corner and enter the kitchen, you call out a warning. It’s already bustling, filled with kitchen staff who say hello back to you in passing. You gesture for Silco to stay close to the wall as someone walks past him carrying a bin overflowing with dirty dishes. Boots squeak on the thick, non-slip mats covering every inch of the ground. The stainless steel appliances gleam brightly as if they had been scrubbed recently. Countless racks and shelves mounted on the walls hold neatly organized dishware and utensils.

Two older women stand in the center of the room, chopping fruits at a kitchen island. Their white aprons are already stained from a long shift. One of them looks up when you enter and exclaims your name in delight.

“Oh, honey! It’s been too long!” she beams as she hurries over to you. She’s shorter than you, her light brown wavy hair framing the crow’s feet etched into her face. It rubs softly against your chin as she stands on tiptoe to hug you tight. You can’t help but smile back when she kisses your cheek.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Teema. She was here yesterday,” says the other woman in a serious tone, but her smile at you is just as warm. She’s taller, with straight, blonde hair tucked primly into a hairnet. Her steel-gray eyes observe Silco coolly, gazing curiously at him.

“Hi, Teema. Hi, Cuny,” you squeak out. Teema is still squeezing you too tight for you to breathe. When she finally lets you go, you rummage in the wagon and pull out two small paper bags. “I got some sweetbread for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, how did you know I was craving some?” Teema laughs heartily and takes a bag from you right away. She rips it open and immediately chomps into the snack, humming in satisfaction.

“Thank you,” Cuny says gratefully. “Could you put mine in the refrigerator please?”

“I’ll take them,” Teema says gleefully.

“Don’t forget to wash your hands,” the other woman says, exasperated at her partner’s impulsiveness.

You hand Teema the second bag and she scurries off. Fast as lightning, she tosses the bags in a nearby fridge and then walks a full circle around Silco. “And who’s this tall glass of sweetmilk?”

“Teema…” the other woman says sternly.

“This is my friend, Silco,” you say a little too loudly, embarrassed by Teema’s conduct.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Silco. Our girl has never brought a man here before!” Teema says enthusiastically.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Silco says politely while you wince inwardly at her pushiness. “I like your tattoo.”

He gestures at Teema’s shoulder, adorned with a one-eyed Poro smiling dopily. The portrait is bordered by sunflowers with vibrant, golden-orange petals. The lines are clean and thin, expertly inked by a steady hand. The velvet smoothness of the petals contrasts sharply with the spiky fur of the animal, the difference in textures rendered so masterfully that you could almost expect to feel them under your fingertips. 

“Thank you! The girl who did this used to live here,” Teema says proudly. “Her name is Nyle, do you know her? She works in the Sumps—”

“Why don’t the two of you have lunch,” Cuny says firmly, walking forward to lay a hand on Teema’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of the food, thank you.”

“What? We could use the help here—” Teema starts, but you turn away and stalk off, not bothering to say goodbye.

If your heart was merely uncomfortable before, the name that Teema mentioned unleashes a wave of grief and anger that crashes through your chest. It has your heart pounding so loudly in your ears that you almost don’t hear Silco running to catch up with you. 

He calls out your name, worried. You ignore him and keep walking until he grabs your elbow.

“You should eat if you’re hungry,” you try to say in a casual voice, but your voice hitches. It’s hard to talk around the stone lodged in your throat. “The food here is great.”

“I’m not hungry,” he says, looking at you with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you say, irritated. “I just needed some air.” You jerk your elbow out of his grip and kneel down to fuss with your shoelaces, avoiding his eyes. When you stand up, you brush some imaginary dirt off your pants, still unwilling to meet his worried gaze. 

He says your name again, and you reluctantly look up at him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?” he says gently. You can’t help but laugh at that, letting out a shaky huff as you glance away.

“I’m sorry about Teema,” you say, still attempting at nonchalance. “She can be… a lot.” 

You’re tempted to say more, but deep down, you know you shouldn’t lash out at her. This isn’t the first time that Teema has frustrated you: you’ve asked her multiple times to take down that photograph, and to never mention that name in front of you ever again. But she means well, and you can’t find it in yourself to stay angry at her for long.

Besides, she’s never hurt you as badly as that person did.

“What else is troubling you?” Silco asks quietly.

Your first instinct is to lie and say “nothing.” But as unpleasant as it is, it’s relevant to another conversation you still need to have with Silco. 

You’ve known Teema long enough to anticipate how her forgetfulness could trigger you. Maybe deep down, you wanted her to talk about that person. You were already struggling with how to pull Silco aside and drop a figurative bomb on him. 

Teema gave you the opportunity, and it would be a waste if you didn’t take advantage of it.

“I have to tell you something…” You take a deep breath, trying to fortify yourself. “Do you mind if we go somewhere quiet?”

“Not at all,” he answers immediately. “Please, lead the way.”

Even with the sense of anticipation curling sourly in your stomach, you can’t help but smile at him. He has no idea what you’re about to tell him, but his willingness to hear you out cheers you up anyways. 

You lead him out of the cafeteria and down the hall towards a staircase. When a gaggle of chattering kids and their harried caretaker pass by, you exchange hellos while Silco nods politely at them. As you climb up the stairs, a sense of impending doom rises in your chest, your heart beating faster.

The second floor consists of dormitories, private bedrooms, restrooms, and communal showers. At this time of day when most people are eating lunch, you hope to find an empty room. You get lucky with the first door you knock on; nobody answers, so you open the door and stand aside, letting Silco enter first.

The smaller sleeping quarters are used mostly by down-on-their-luck nursing mothers or families who have nowhere else to go, so you and the Embrace’s staff put in special effort to make these rooms as cozy as possible. Colorful, fluffy rugs cover the floor, soft enough to tempt you into taking off your boots and socks. Thick, wide blankets are draped on each of the four beds, large enough to almost touch the ground. You’re tempted to grab one of the fat and squashy pillows for comfort, but you decide to hold off for now.

You sit on the floor at the foot of a bed. Instead of sitting down next to you, Silco kneels and peeks underneath the furniture.

“Hello, little girl,” he says kindly.

Curious, you crouch next to him to see who he’s talking to. Under the bed is a young child barely out of toddlerhood, holding onto a rabbit plushie as big as herself. Her pale blue eyes stare out at you from the shadows. The irregular layers of her blue hair are rumpled from pressing against the underside of the bed.

“Hi, sweetie,” you say warmly to her.

Her eyes dart between you and Silco, then she clumsily crawls towards you. You hold out your arms as she climbs into your lap. When you hug her, she drops the plushie to hug you back.

The girl turns to you with wide, serious eyes. Solemnly, she says, “I’m a ‘norphan.”

“Pardon?” Silco asks amicably.

“Sweetie…” you say gently. You hold her unblinking gaze and tuck an unruly lock of hair behind her ears. “What did we say about telling lies?”

“’Only lie to strangers and Enforcers,’” the little girl recites.

“Very good,” you praise her cheerfully. She giggles when you boop her on the nose. “Why aren’t you eating lunch?”

“Waiting,” the girl says, burying her face in your shoulder. She turns her head slightly to stare blankly at Silco.

“Waiting for what?”

“Powder?” a childish voice at the doorway calls out.

The three of you turn to see another little girl in the doorway, slightly older with messily chopped and short pink hair. 

You reach out to her as she walks past Silco to throw her arms around your neck.

“Hi, Vi,” you say brightly, hugging both kids tightly. “Where were you?”

“I was in the bathroom,” says the pink-haired girl. “Can we sleep here tonight?”

“Of course, honey. You, Powder, and your parents can all share a room,” you say tenderly.

“Can I have my own room? Dad snores,” Vi complains.

“If you go to bed first, you’ll fall asleep sooner. That way you won’t hear him snoring,” you whisper conspiratorially to Vi, as if sharing a trade secret. “If he’s still too loud, just put a pillow over your head and hum to yourself. You won’t be able to hear him then.” 

“Really?” the child asks wonderingly.

You nod. “You girls go eat now. Make sure you finish everything on your plates.”

Vi smiles at you. “Thanks, auntie.”

You smooch both Vi and Powder on their foreheads. They giggle as they clasp hands, hurrying away. Their little stomping footsteps echo in the hallway.

Leaving you and Silco alone.

You get up and sit on the bed, crumpling the blanket in an anxious fist. He takes a seat next to you, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

“So those children are ‘Powder’ and ‘Violet’?” he asks. 

“Yeah, their parents drop them off here sometimes when they’re working,” you try to say casually, still avoiding looking at him.

“I’m friends with Felicia and Connol, but I haven’t yet had the opportunity to meet their children,” Silco muses out loud. 

“You’re one of the Children of Zaun; shouldn’t you know every child in Zaun?” you joke weakly.

“Becoming acquainted with every Sumpsnipe in the underground would be a more difficult endeavor than attaining independence for the Undercity,” he chuckles. “But if you’re their ‘auntie’, perhaps I could become their ‘uncle’.”

“They’d like that,” you say quietly. 

You’re not sure what to say next. It’s so tempting to lean your head on Silco’s shoulder. The easy, encouraging smile he gives you is too inviting, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away from him. 

“It’s just us now,” he says softly, unbothered by your caginess. “Whatever it is you need to say, I’m listening. Take as long as you need.”

You’ve been dreading this moment—lifting the veil from Silco’s eyes—all day now. Even so, you’re almost surprised at how scared you are. 

You take a long, shaky breath, counting down from ten. You open your mouth to speak, but your voice refuses to come out. Silco waits patiently as you swallow and clear your throat.

“...Do you remember how I started working for Topsiders?” you finally ask in a dry voice. You had told him that morning weeks ago, the day after burglarizing Councilor Salo. It feels like it happened in another life; so much has changed since becoming better friends with Silco.

“You were selling paintings at a Progress Day fair when you were a teenager,” he recalls. “Just as you were about to be arrested for vending without a permit, a Topside merchant came to your rescue. He was so impressed by your skill, he declared himself your patron on the spot. I would have done the same.”

“Thanks,” you smile weakly at him. Despite yourself, you feel a beaming pride at the memory. “He wanted portraits for him and his entire family. He had a wife and four kids, so it was a jackpot. It was a pain in the ass getting them to pose, though.”

It’s one thing to think back on the memories, but it’s another to speak of them out loud. The lump in your throat hardens, threatening to choke you. You try to swallow it but fail.

“At that time I was still living here. Kharon, Teema, and Cuny were happy for me but the other kids… weren’t,” you say slowly. “They kind of gave me a hard time.”

“What happened?” Silco asks. His voice falls flat, but a tiny notch furrows between his eyebrows.

“Just some bullying,” you shrug. “Kids will be kids, you know?”

You don’t go into detail about your brushes getting stolen, your paints getting flushed down the toilet, or your sketchbooks getting torn to pieces. Some of your already completed paintings had even been burned, forcing you to request a postponement in deadlines. 

Silco doesn’t press you for the specifics, but his face turns stony, his stoic demeanor betrayed only by a muscle twitching in his jaw. It touches you that he feels angry on your behalf; for a revolutionary, you thought he’d be made of tougher stuff.

“My friends really pulled through for me,” you say. “They’d beat up my bullies and protect my stuff. I’d try to share my money with them, but they always said no… until they didn’t.”

You frown at your own naivety. The blanket falls out of your grasp as you raise your fist to your chest, fingernails digging into your palm.

“Becoming a gang was Nyle’s idea. I’d get commissions from rich Topsiders and scope out their mansions. Gita and Kai would burglarize them at night, and then Nyle would fence what they stole,” you say, closing your eyes to better remember the details. “Did you know that it’s safer to only steal one earring? That way, the owner will just think they lost it. They’re less likely to think it was taken.”

“The item is less valuable on its own. But you mitigate the risk of being caught,” Silco muses. “Very clever.”

“I learned that from Nyle. It worked for a while, and we made great money… but...” You swallow again, preparing yourself to talk about the worst part of the story. Still, you can’t help but feel proud of your crimes. Stealing from the rich to feed your friends was the noblest endeavor you could aspire to at that age. Seeing Silco’s smirk of approval spurs you on to keep going. 

“We stole a Valdiani from an Academy professor, and he freaked out. It was a gift from his dead daughter… and he fired his maid, because he thought she stole it.”

The rock in your throat is a boulder now, the agony choking every muscle fiber in your neck. You press on through gritted teeth. “I wanted to find her and apologize. She was just doing her job. But I was scared she’d turn me in… so I didn’t say anything.

“Then I found out she was from the Undercity, so I asked Nyle if she could join our gang. She said no, it wasn’t our problem. I tried changing her mind, but she wouldn’t. 

“...Then we started fighting about the money.” 

Money… the root of all evil. The solution to and source of so many problems in the Undercity. You almost wish you could bribe Silco into leaving so you don’t have to finish your story.

“Gita and Kai wanted more money because they were doing all the heavy lifting. They said it should come from my share since I was just ‘sitting on my ass and painting’… but I didn’t want to. If they screwed up, I’d get in trouble, too. I’m the one who set up the job in the first place, you know? And I’m visiting the Pilties regularly, so of course they’d suspect me…” you babble on, trying to defend yourself.

As important as it is to rationalize your past actions to Silco, you know deep down that you could have done better. You were already being paid generously for your commissions; you didn’t need the extra money from your criminal activities. But it was the principle that mattered more to you at the time. Even if your friends’ contributions differed from your own, it didn’t mean that yours mattered less than theirs.

“I should have helped her,” you say in a wobbly voice. You close your eyes as tears begin to well up, your nose stinging and tingling with rising pressure. Your chest heaves as you finally succumb to the visceral throes of regret. “And my friends needed the money more than I did… now they’re all gone…”

Silco immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You press your face into his chest, shaking and sobbing. Your tears stain his shirt. He squeezes you tight, his breath light and warm against your ear as he lowers his head to speak.

“It’s okay,” he says, so gently. “You and I both know that Topside is to blame. They have us fighting over their table scraps while they feast aboveground. The children of Zaun deserve more than their runoff. It’s not your fault for wanting a fair share.”

“I’m—” you hiccup, trying to stop gasping so you can speak properly. “I’m not as good of a person as you think I am—"

He hushes you and chuckles. The sound is low and rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your cheek. “Candidly, I thought you would confess to something much worse. We’ve all done terrible things in the name of survival. Your ‘sins’ are no worse than anyone else’s in the underground. They’re certainly better than mine.

“As for your friends, you did the best you could for them,” he continues. “Their well-being was not your responsibility. That would have been too much for anyone to handle on their own.”

He pulls away from you to tilt your face upwards. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you stare into the bright turquoise smears of his eyes as he returns your gaze.

 “Believe me when I say, you did nothing wrong,” he concludes.

The effect his words have on you is soothing. Your sins have weighed you down for so long, dragging you into deep waters, drowning in guilt. Holding onto your secrets for so long with chafed, bleeding fingers; never telling anyone else, not even when Kharon found you wandering the Sumps aimlessly after you were kicked out of the apartment you shared with your friends. Never confessing to what happened even during Teema’s persistent questioning or Cuny’s curious stares. Too afraid to face other people’s judgment of your mistakes. 

But if your secrets were an anchor holding you down, the chain is severed by Silco’s reassurance. You’re still underwater, but a heavy weight peels away from your shoulders. The change in pressure disorients you, and you feel dizzy as you take another shuddering breath. 

You stammer out, “I c-can’t join the Children—I don’t want to be used again—”

“I understand,” Silco says reassuringly.

“I’m—I’m so useless—I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” he says firmly. “I will say it as many times as you need to hear it… you’re perfect.”

Your next breath fills your lungs with a renewed vitality. It’s so relieving to hear Silco’s acceptance of you. You’ve hidden your sins in the dark for so long, but he doesn’t flinch away when you shine a light on them. 

He actually leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. He’s solid and warm, a beacon you swim towards in the abating storm of your distress.

His thumb slowly wipes your tears away, a light touch against your eyelids.

You press your nose against his.

His hand moves to hold the back of your head. His fingers thread through your hair.

Your hand slides from your lap to rest on his knee. 

He bumps his foot against yours. His lips part ever so slightly. 

Your breaths mingle.

You lean in—

“Auntie?” Vi’s voice rings out from the doorway, shattering the moment.

You jerk backwards away from Silco and jump to your feet. In your haste to run over to Vi, you almost trip over yourself. 

“Hi, sweetie!” you say too loudly, crouching down in front of her.

If the little girl notices your blushing and tearstained face, she doesn’t mention it. She cranes her head to look behind you, squinting. “Is my rabbit here?”

You look over your shoulder to see Silco walking over to the foot of the bed. He leans down to grab the forgotten rabbit plushie. His movements are graceful as he gingerly picks up the toy and carefully brushes some dust off it. You can’t help but admire how tall and lean he is, like a crane wading through a pond. Your blush deepens, heat creeping from your cheeks down your neck. 

You busy yourself with tidying Vi’s hair as he saunters over. He crouches down next to you and hands the toy to the little girl.

“Here you go,” he says kindly.

Vi takes the plushie, staring at him without saying anything.

“What do we say now, Vi?” you remind her gently.

“Thanks, mister,” the girl says after a long pause. Her wide eyes still watch Silco with curiosity.

“Very good,” you praise her. “Have you finished eating yet?”

Vi finally looks at you and shakes her head.

“Tell Cuny I said it’s okay for you to have seconds. You need to eat a lot so you grow big and strong!” You pat the child on the head, hoping your voice sounds more enthusiastic than panicky. Silco’s close proximity to you has your heart hammering, still recovering from the whirlwind of emotions.

Vi giggles when you smooch her on the head. She dashes off, clutching the plushie tight. You stand up to watch her disappear down the hallway, the toy’s ears flapping all over.

You’re tempted to run after her and leave Silco behind. Despite his affirmations, you’re now embarrassed by your earlier show of vulnerability. In retrospect, it seems silly that you were afraid of losing him. He’s been nothing but a good friend to you, after all. 

He stands across from you now in the doorway, staring at you. You sniffle and wipe the last of the tears from your eyes before turning to him.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concerned. His brows are still pinched in worry, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening into trenches. 

“I will be,” you say. And it doesn’t feel like a lie. You smile at him without forcing it. “Thank you.”

He gives you a puzzled look. “What on earth for?”

You let out an amused exhale through your nose. On impulse, you step forward to hug him. 

He immediately reciprocates, his arms wrapping around your torso as you nuzzle into his chest. His heart beats a comforting rhythm against your ear as he presses his cheek to your hair. 

You don’t know how long you stand there in silence, caught in each other’s orbit, unable and unwilling to break free to rejoin the greater galaxy. 

Silco’s stomach rumbles loudly. He lets go of you and steps back, frowning in mortification.

“Let’s get lunch,” you say with a chuckle. “My treat.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, we’re making a new batch of ice cream for dessert today, it should be ready by now. Do you like strawberry?”

“I’ve never had ice cream before. I look forward to it.” He smiles at you, his teeth glinting in the sunlight shining through the window.

You marvel at his beautiful smile. You hope he’ll let you paint it one day. 

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Chapter 10

[shouyuus]

Alright hear me out cause I feel you might be the right writer for this.

Vi must have been so lonely and sad in prison, and I just wanna take care of her..

So.. can you write a prison wife story ? Pretty please?

hi hi hi! yes :) i'm planning on writing prison!vi x vastayan tattoo artist prison wife!reader :D

idk when i'll finish it or post it, but it's definitely planned!

[airandyeah]

Warm The Kettle Steb X Reader Pt.2

Authors note: Please, please, PLEASE read the character sheet. Please. This character sheet, PLEASE! Also you can find more info from chapter 1, the hyper link is in the series masterlist. The Series Master list is here My personal Master list is here

Your eyes were drawn back to the commander as she continued to ask you a few questions and finally, after what felt like the millionth, she approached you and offered her hand to shake. You shook her hand, both of your grips firm, sealing a bond as team mates and she lets go before the rest of the team steps forward, each introducing themselves. You learned that the red-head was named Maddie, the violet haired woman was Vi, the older looking man was Loris, and now, as you shake the vastayan's hand, there is silence. You wait for him to give you his name but all he does is stare at you. The woman, Maddie, chuckles at the interaction before introducing him, "That's Steb, he doesn't talk much. Or ever. It's only happened once since we met", her tone is light hearted, seemingly friendly and you shake Steb's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you Steb.". He nods before dropping your hand. You followed them to track back to their grouped household, they didn't stay in the traditional barracks but it wasn't like they were in their own homes or alone at any given time. All of you women were in bunk-beds in the same room. Vi and the Commander had the two lower bunks, while you took the top bunk above Caitlyn. You almost found it unfair that there were only two men, meaning their room was far less cramped and probably more organized. This room was more lack-luster than you would've thought it to be. There were clothes everywhere, including some off pieces of lingerie and other undergarments that you did your best to avoid looking at, finding it unsanitary and frankly, you would be embarrassed if it were yours. You found that bags were already packed of your items from your usual barrack, and were placed atop the bed you would be sleeping in for the foreseeable future. You also discovered after adventuring through the building that there was a chore board. Who would cook for the day, who would do dishes, etc. Your name had yet to be added and you were grateful, you needed time to learn how everything worked around here. You came to sit on the couch in the common room and you found Steb sitting on the couch aswell. "Oh, I had a question for you Steb", you speak to him and his face turns to look at you, making eye contact. You sit down next to him, making sure your wings were comfortable off the ledge of the couch before looking at him again. "Can you communicate in sign language?", you ask him. You had learned sign language long ago, after working with many people who didn't have working vocal cords, or even a few vastaya who found it plainly uncomfortable to talk out of their normal environment. He looks at you a moment longer before nodding his head up and down, yes. You smile before signing to him 'You can talk to me like this then'. He gives a small smile then, the frills on his cheeks fluttering in harmony as he signs back 'It is nice to meet you'. He tells you many things after that, he is a medic also, but is skilled enough in combat. He also explains that he is glad to have the help of a healer in the trying times facing the city of progress. You both got lost in your signing, so much so that you hadn't noticed Loris and Maddie watching you both from the window that connects to the kitchen. They wore matching smirks, thinking that maybe you might be the one to get the silent guardian out of his hard-set shell.

[gaypirate420]

I love your vastayan!reader oneshots! I never see vatayan reader inserts so it's always a treat when I see them!

I'd love to read more! Whatever you got! I'm not picky :)

Nyah! Kitty be upon ye!

Sunbathing// Viktor

Pre-S1!Viktor x gn!Vastaya!reader.

Summary: You got comfortable in the new place.

Part one. Part two.

Fluff.

Viktor got into the Academy to study, he had to leave the undercity and of course you went along with him. He found a small place in Piltover, near the Academy, it was enough for you two although he felt it was too cramped for someone of your nature but you haven't complained, how could you? Anything was better than to keep living in the undercity and Vitkor was supporting it all by himself.

His classes were done for the day, one hand holding his cane and the other a small plant. He found them a rather nice and discreet decoration for the apartment, although he didn't like it when you would stare at them like you were going to pound at them and break them.

The small sound of keys jingle echoes through the hall, he pushed the door open.

"Koťátko! I'm home, sweet one." Viktor calls for you, taking off his shoes and coat at the doorway.

"Koťátko?" He calls again, there's no sound on the kitchen, the bathroom lights are turned off and the bed that's ungracefully out of a room for itself was empty.

The student walked further inside, letting down the plant. After a couple of steps he finds you, laying by the window, completely asleep. The sunlight is hitting your fur so beautifully.

The position you're in makes his back hurt just by seeing you, he knows your feline body and elasticity can handle such postures and stretches. It was mesmerizing, something so simple as you laying down.

A soft smile creeped onto his lips at the sight of your peaceful face and flickering ears, noticing how your feet paws twitched every so often. He slowly kneels down in front of you.

It warmed his heart, he's never seen you so comfortable, he tried for many years, blankets, pillows, you name it, but it seemed the sunlight was what you needed. You both needed it, fresh air, sunlight, better food and warm water to shower, it's just been a couple of months, it's still the "honeymoon phase" but he feels like he finally had everything he ever wanted.

The young student cups your face, his thumb bopping your nose, a soft pawing to his arm was the only reaction you gave before your eyes fluttered open.

"Hi, love..." You mumbled sleepy, your toe beans curl as you stretched. Viktor chuckled quietly, his fingers disappearing into your soft coat of fur.

"is this what you do while I'm gone? Just sleep under the sun?" He speaks softly between an amused laugh. You yawned and meowed at him.

"I cook and clean around...I deserve a little nap, dear." You murmur softly, closing your eyes as you melt into his touches. Viktor smiled softly, his hand moved from your stomach to your face, his finger stroking the fur under your chin, you immediately turned into a puddle, purring softly and leaning onto his hand.

"But on the floor?" He asks softly.

"it's very comfortable, you should try it." You murmured between purrs.

"Unfortunately I don't have fur all around my body, I don't think my back would appreciate me sleeping on the floor." Viktor speaks quietly with a soft chuckle, you smiled and giggle softly, nodding at his words.

"Wouldn't you like to nap on the bed?...with me?" He asks, a soft hint of pink creeping on his cheeks, you meow softly and sit up quickly, your tail swaying around with your movements.

"That sounds better than the floor."

Viktor with reader:

[deathbxnny]

jinx with a vastayan catgirl gf. acts like a cat. likes to sit next to her just enjoying her presence. will go from quiet to excited when she see's her. does even the cat body language, ears and tail pointed up. eyes dilate. also a little shit who loves to mess with jinx.

Jinx with a Vastayan Gf!Reader.

Aww, I LOVED writing this ask, so thank you for the request, Anon!

Content: Reader is basically a cat, fluff, established romantic relationship, sfw

Reader is afab here!

((Not proofread))

First things first, she absolutely ADORES your ears. She loves scratching and touching them whilst you practically curl up in her lap. They are so soft and long that she often finds herself absently brushing through them whilst she thinks of her newest explosive projects. You purring in content just adds to it.

With that said, your presence brings her a lot of peace, and it warms her heart to see you so excited to be with her, too. Every time she returns to the hideout after a long day of chaos, she can't help but smile when she sees your indifferent and lazy expression turn into one of pure excitement. You drag her down to cuddle with you in bed or on a couch, not letting her leave until she gives you all the pets you want.

You're always so grumpy and mean to everyone that isn't her, another thing she loves. You are for her and her only. Your ears turn up when you hear her approach, your eyes dilate when they meet her own, and your pretty tail swishes in pure happiness. It's just so contagious that she can't help but feel happy too.

Your superior senses have saved her from many different situations, mainly when people attempt to sneak up on you both. Having extremely noise sensitive ears most certainly helps her when things get bad, on top of your good sight and ability to always land on your feet.

She definitely calls you "kitty" as a nickname or just to tease you from time to time.

Her love for you gets solidified with your silly pranks and jokes. She lets you get away with every single one of them and enjoys the way you mess with her.

She loves her gf, and her gf loves her, to say the least.

[littlelovelunette]

Heyyy love your work ! Could you do a sevika x vastayan reader? sorry it's not really creative 🙃

Furball

There's not much to work with, Anon, but it's certainly an interesting choice, let me see what I can do. It's a bit short though.

Sevika wasn’t one for distractions. Her life revolved around order, control, and the cold steel of her mech arm.

But then you came along—wild, untamed, and utterly impossible to ignore.

She sat at her usual spot in The Last Drop, nursing a glass of something strong, when you slinked into the seat across from her.

Your furred ears twitched, tail curling lazily around the leg of your chair. The way you moved was too fluid, too smooth, a predator in every sense of the word.

But your eyes? They held mischief.

"Sevika," you purred, resting your chin on your hand, your claws lightly tapping against the table. "You look tense."

She raised a brow, unimpressed. "And you look like trouble."

A slow grin spread across your lips. "That’s not a no."

Sevika sighed, setting her glass down. "What do you want, furball?"

You feigned offense, gasping dramatically. "Oh, the audacity! You wound me."

She rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. If anything, she was entertained—though she’d never admit it.

You always did this, needling your way into her space, into her thoughts, making a home in places you had no business being.

But for all your teasing, you weren’t a fool. You could see the tension in her shoulders, the tightness in her jaw.

She was overworked, stretched thin by Silco’s demands. And even though she would never ask for help, you figured she wouldn’t turn down a little distraction.

So, without warning, you reached across the table, sharp claws ghosting over the back of her flesh hand.

It was a daring move, and you knew it. Sevika’s eyes snapped to yours, a warning gleam in them, but she didn’t pull away.

"Relax," you murmured. "You act like I’d bite."

Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a scoff. "Wouldn't put it past you."

You chuckled, letting your fingers trail away as you stood. "Maybe. But not tonight."

Sevika watched as you walked off, tail swishing behind you in a way that made her grip her glass just a little tighter.

Damn you.

And damn herself for already missing you the moment you were gone.

[carcarcraziiv2]

good afternoon, a request please, a request from the LOL boys, viktor, sett and the boy of your choice x reader how do you react if someone bothers the reader who is a vastaya cat or rabbit as you like

Oh my god, yes.

Yes YES YES I LOVE VIKTOR AND IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HIM WTH??!?!?

These are head cannons for Viktor, Sett, and Draven!

<3 Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!! :3

CONTENT / TW: General pushy person behavior (i.e. persistently asking out, messing with, touching), teasing/bullying behavior, defensive s/o, jealous s/o

VIKTOR~

Viktor! is observant. He likes to study your reaction and resolution to things, keeping a level head.

Viktor! notices a lot more about your reactions than you think- like how your ears perk up and your luxurious tail whips ever so slightly when you're excited, or how you fold in on yourself when you're upset.

When Viktor! came out of the dressing room with a few shirts hanging over his arm to see your ears pressed flush against your head, your tail wrapped like a coiled snake around your leg, his vision turned white.

Viktor! didn't wait to ask what was going on when he approached the man who had you pinned against the wall. Your eyes were wide as you sheepishly stood there.

Viktor! didn't take his time- he grabbed the man by his shoulder, turned him around and swung his cane into the man's ankles.

"Do not touch who is mine," Vik snarled, before grabbing you by the elbow and briskly leading you out of the shop.

"If that ever happens again," his accented voice still airy with adrenaline as he speaks, "yell for me. Understood?"

~~

Sett~

Sett! Rarely leaves your side. Arm constantly wrapped around your shoulders or midsection. You don't mind, you feel safe with him like that.

The one time Sett! left your side, he saw a dear friend at the park the two of you were at, and you gave them some space to catch up for a little bit.

Sett! has always been protective- so when he turns to glance at you and see's a bunch of teenage boys messing with your tail and ears- tears threatening to spill from your eyes, he swiftly cut off the conversation with his friend.

Sett! is a big, and I mean big, man. It is very few and far between that people aren't intimidated by him, even though you knew his true golden retriever nature.

The boys didn't see him approach, startled slightly when he spoke.

"You kids want to try that shit with me?" When they turned and coward, Sett! reached his hand up and flicked his ear to enunciate his statement.

"Bet you won't." His eyes were fierce as he stood there tall and awaiting response. The kids didn't even respond, they just turned and ran away.

"Th- thank you," you sniffled, seeking refuge against Sett's body.

"Anytime, baby. I really can't let you out of my sight, can I?"

~~

Draven~

Draven! is a showoff- to the max. There are no bounds to his pride, showing off his possessions, and that includes you.

Draven! adores your attitude and ability to handle tough situations on your own. You very rarely call to him for aid about anything, so when he heard your sweet voice bellow his name at the battle arena, he knew something was seriously wrong.

"Leave me the fuck alone," you had snarled, two eager fans of Draven! obsessing over whom they called, "his new little toy".

"What, you really think with all his admirers he'd pick a ratty Vastayan like you?" one of them snorted, grabbing your arm to yank you out of Draven's! seat in the overhanging viewing balcony.

You dared a quick glance down into the arena to see a sweaty muscular Draven! cheering along with the audience over the fallen man before him.

Seeing him so feral, you wanted to see what he'd do in response to your current predicament. So you yelled- and loud.

"DRAAAAVENNNNN!" The speed at which his head whipped in your direction was uncanny, creepy almost. You smirked at the poor fools who promptly released your wrist.

"Bye bye," you smiled, as you watched Draven's blade soar past your face.