#zaun gray

[sulfurrrr]

tbh I find Caitlyn's use of the Gray really interesting not only as a form of chemical warfare, but of psychological warfare too. The way she deliberately designed the strike force uniforms to work in tandem with the Gray in order to mimic the appearance of a monster from Zaunite stories with very recent presence in Zaun's recent memory (it was only during Cassandra's lifetime that the Gray was "locked away") to evoke fear in ordinary Zaunites is so so crazy to me.

And Jinx REALIZED that!! that's (maybe.) WHY that showdown took place in front of a carving of Janna– she's using those stories (which likely evolved alongside one another) to frame her reaction to Caitlyn's crimes as a sort of divine retribution!

Caitlyn thinks Jinx is this terrifying monster of a girl, and while it's true Jinx has done some awful things, ever since the beginning of this season (arguably since after the timeskip, even) Jinx has been working in direct response to Caitlyn and Caitlyn's actions, whether or not either of them are truly aware of it.

[jules-ln]

Guuuuyyysss

I had a dream about JayVik lmao

Lemme tell you about it

In my dream, I was watching like another season of arcane??

Anyway, it started with Jayce getting spat out of the Arcane into another universe, but for some reason Viktor and Jayce got sent to different universes

Jayce starts looking around for this universe's version of him and Viktor, and then he finds Prototype Viktor in Zaun.

Prototype Viktor basically tells him that Hextech never became a thing in that universe and Jayce died years ago

And Jayce is like "Ok, can you help me go back? I need to find my Viktor" and Prototype is like "No :)"

So Jayce tries to make another anomaly to go back with his Viktor, but he can't figure it out on his own, so he goes and begs Prototype to help him until he says yes

And then they start working on it together, but as they progress Prototype is more distant and doesn't wants to help

Theeenn finally they manage to create something similar to the Z drive, but at the last moment Prototype just grabs it and tries to destroy it

They fight and Jayce stops him and he's like "what the hell is wrong with you?"

And Prototype starts telling him about how he met Jayce all those years ago, and it's basically the same as the show, except that they don't manage to get Hextech to work that night and the guards find them so Viktor gets expelled from the Academy and both get exiled

They go to Zaun and start living together and Prototype was like "don't worry, we'll figure it out" but his Jayce gets into a really bad depression, and Prototype then tries his best to make Hextech work, but he also can't do it alone, and Jayce is getting worse and worse and Prototype starts trying desperately to make Hextech work because he thinks that once they have Hextech Jayce will get better

Then Prototype's Jayce commits suicide and Prototype stops working on Hextech completely, never touching it again until Arcane Jayce arrived

And Prototype screams at Arcane Jayce "So what!? You get your Hextech and then you'll go and leave me alone again!?"

And then I woke up lmao

[mollysunder]

I wish we got to see Vi's reaction to Isha's imprisonment. Isha was clearly younger, weaker, and less able to protect herself than Vi was when she thrown into Stillwater (which still wasn't a lot). Where's Vi's horror to be on the outside looking in at another child thrown into an adult sized prison cell? How does it feel to know someone you grew close to (Caitlyn) signed off on the same abuse you were personally subject to during your formative years? Does it feed into Vi's self-loathing to know she was apart of this? Would Isha recognize this is the same girl who protected Jinx and would have been shot by Caitlyn? There's so much to explore for Vi in that one plot point alone.

[murdermeadow]

I wonder if Grayson and Cassandra Kiramman had always been working together to give the people of the undercity some sort of good graces

[stcries]

you wanna know something i've thought about since the beginning of the show but i've never been able to figure it out? i've always wanted to pinpoint viktor's disease, like i wanna find the real world equivalent and name it, but i still can't find anything.

[mariandjarin]

The Lady and the Hound of the Underground

A short story written by Bing AI

During one of the visits to the Last Drop, while Lucy was talking with Vander, she heard the melody of the song Mirrorball by Taylor Swift, and she couldn´t stop her desire to sing to Vander, so she started to sing: I want you to know

I'm a mirrorball.

I'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

I'll get you out on the floor.

Shimmering beautiful

And when I break it, it's in a million pieces.

Vander listened to her with admiration and love. Then he leaned close to her and asked her to dance with him.

She accepted

Vander and Lucy Gray danced to the melody of the song. She was singing the lyrics, and Vander looked at her with love and tenderness.

Everyone was surprised at the capture of the heart of the hound of the underground, but he looked very comfortable with his choice, so they didn't do anything to stop him.

Almost at the end of the song, they kissed each other. That was their first kiss.

After that dance, they discovered how much they loved each other and how their love was like a mirrorball that reflected all their versions. That night, they slept together, cuddled, and in peace.

[misswynters]

short drabble

Ekko and heimerdinger are being nerdy while you sleep

requested. by anon

There was always a soft hum of machinery that filled the air in Heimerdinger’s workshop. And with that accompanied by the occasional clink of tools and the professor’s enthusiastic ramblings. The workshop had an oddly calming atmosphere, a mix of glowing gadgets, bubbling contraptions, and the gentle warmth of lamp-lit light. It was perfect for dozing off, especially after a long day of following Ekko around Zaun.

You were sprawled out on the old, lumpy couch tucked in a corner of the workshop, your head cushioned by one of Ekko’s jackets that you’d claimed for yourself. Curled up against your side was your pet, a small, scrappy Zaunite fox. Its fur was a mix of gray and russet, with glowing green streaks running along its ears and tail. Ekko had found it injured near one of the Sump scrapers, and after some patching up, it had attached itself to you like glue.

Ekko called it “Scraps” (because of course he would), and Scraps was now peacefully snoozing, just like you.

Across the room, Ekko and Heimerdinger were huddled around one of the professor’s latest inventions, discussing something that involved words you didn’t fully understand.

“…but if you accelerate the core’s energy output without stabilizing the oscillation, it’ll implode,” Ekko said, gesturing animatedly at the device.

Heimerdinger adjusted his tiny glasses, nodding. “Precisely! Which is why you must ensure the harmonic calibrations are synced—ah, but don’t forget to account for temporal distortions.”

As the professor continued explaining, Ekko’s focus wavered. His gaze drifted toward the couch where you were sleeping, your form softly rising and falling with each breath. Scraps twitched its glowing tail but stayed nestled close to you.

A small smile crept onto Ekko’s face. You looked so peaceful, completely at odds with the chaos that usually surrounded you both in Zaun. Your hand was loosely tangled in Scraps’ fur, your other arm tucked under your cheek.

He didn’t notice the professor had stopped talking until Heimerdinger’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Ah, young love,” Heimerdinger said, his tone tinged with teasing amusement.

Ekko snapped his head back toward him, blinking. “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

Heimerdinger chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. “There’s no use denying it, dear boy. The way you’re looking at them, it’s rather endearing, really.”

Ekko’s ears burned. “I wasn’t—I mean, I was just—” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re asleep, alright? That’s all.”

Heimerdinger hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Still, allow me to impart some wisdom, as one who has witnessed countless romances blossom and wither over the centuries.”

“Oh no,” Ekko muttered, groaning.

Ignoring him, Heimerdinger continued, his voice taking on the tone of a well-meaning but meddling elder. “When courting a significant other, one must always show respect, patience, and attentiveness. Flowers are an excellent gesture, but so is active listening. Communication, you see, is the foundation of—”

“Professor,” Ekko interrupted, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand. We’re not—”

“Young people these days,” Heimerdinger said with a dramatic shake of his head, cutting him off. “Always so quick to dismiss advice. But mark my words: treat them well, or you’ll regret it!”

Before Ekko could retort, Scraps stirred, lifting its head with a sleepy yawn. The movement must’ve disturbed you because you shifted slightly, blinking groggily as the sound of their voices filtered through your half asleep haze.

“Mm… what’s going on?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Scraps hopped off the couch and stretched before circling back to your lap.

Ekko winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Firefly,” he said softly, using the nickname he’d given you. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Firefly—because you were always a little light in Zaun’s darkness, buzzing around him with endless energy.

You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “It’s fine,” you murmured, scratching Scraps behind the ears. “What were you guys talking about?”

Heimerdinger perked up. “Oh, nothing of consequence!” he said cheerfully, though his smirk told a different story. “Merely enlightening young Ekko on the art of courtship.”

You blinked, then glanced at Ekko, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “Courtship?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t start,” Ekko muttered, shooting Heimerdinger a look.

The professor chuckled, his ears twitching. “Ah, youth. So easily embarrassed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Ekko’s expression, your earlier grogginess fading. “Well, did you learn anything useful?” you teased.

Ekko rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

He reached out, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand back. “For real, though. Sorry we woke you up. Want me to walk you home?”

You shook your head, leaning back against the couch. “Nah, I’m good here. I like listening to you two talk.”

Heimerdinger beamed. “A kindred spirit indeed! Intellectual discourse is a joy to behold, is it not?”

Ekko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And now you’ve encouraged him. Great.”

You just laughed again, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around you. Scraps let out a contented sigh, curling up in your lap, and Ekko plopped down on the couch beside you. His hand found yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, his usual ease returning.

The three of you stayed in the workshop, for endless hours as the two nerds worked on their projects. Whereas you cheered them on at the sidelines with cute ol’ Scraps to keep you company. Especially when they would talk about all the science lingo that you did not understand. Even though ekko would sometimes explain it in more simpler terms. It didn’t quite go through your head. Needlessly to say you enjoyed the days you would spend at the workshop.

taglist. @diffusebread @xxblairslairxx @thesevi0lentdelights

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[julietwiskey1]

The birds make sense now. Wish they were blue birds though for Janna.

Fuck it, push the poisin right up to piltover? DESERVED IT, WE FUCKING STAN JINX IN THIS HOUSE

She deserves that mural

[ripcupid]

i love love love the thought of sub sevika 🙂‍↕️her being all whiny and needy

favorite girl

୨୧ sub! sevika x prostitute! reader

୨୧ word count - 1.7k

୨୧ your favorite regular, sevika, wanted to relieve some stress at her favorite place with her favorite girl. (No one gets oiled up 😔)

“What are you gonna do to me?” The woman asks, her gray eyes burning a hole in your back as she watches you count over the money she owns you.

“You paid for this, remember?” you smirk, looking over your shoulder at her “you said you wanted to relieve some stress,” you continue before turning back to the money.

“This is not what I meant, I don't like surprises.”

“Give it a chance, Sev,” you tease, standing and walking over to her. You sit down on the bed beside her, trailing a finger down her chest, slowly lifting her shirt to reveal more of her abs, “Just let me take care of you, okay?” Sevika looks at you with her usual attitude but begrudgingly says fine.

"I promise you'll like it," you whisper against her lips, pecking her softly between your words. You slip your hand under her shirt, holding her waist as you kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of the whisky and cigar smoke on her lips. As your hand moves higher up her body, Sevika leans into your touch, sighing softly into the kiss as you cup her tits.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you pull back and lift her shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin to the dimly lit room. You bite back your grin and rest your head on Sevika’s shoulder, looking over her exposed body. “So pretty,” you mumble, licking your fingertips before bringing them to Sevika’s now hardened nipples.

Sevika shivers under your touch, biting her lips and gasping softly as you slowly circle around the sensitive buds. “That feels good?” You ask, looking up to watch her reactions carefully as you experimentally pinch her nipple between your fingers.

Sevika's teeth sink deeper into her scarred lip, her hand gripping the sheets tightly to anchor herself. “Yeah just- mhm don't stop,” the older woman breathes, cursing under her breath as she pants. You move to her other nipple, giving the bud the same attention as you bring your head down to kiss around her chest, feeling her body arching towards you in response.

Sevika's hand comes up to your head, the cold metal resting against your scalp as she tries to move you where she wants you. You get the hint and trace your tongue around her nipple, feeling her shudder beneath you before taking the bud in your mouth.

As you suck and tease her nipples, Sevika's breathing becomes more erratic, her human hand grabbing anything within reach. Sevika curses under her breath as she brushes your hair back to get a good look at you.

You pull back with an obscene pop, a mischievous smirk appearing on your face as you lean in, teasingly brushing your lips against hers, giggling softly as she tries to capture your lips with her own.

"You want more, Sevika?" you ask, pulling away and sitting between her legs. You slide a hand down her abs down to her v-line, feeling her heated skin under your fingertips. Sevika nods, unable to look at you as you trace just above the waistband of her pants.

You pepper kisses on her face, purposely avoiding her lips as you whisper, "You gotta use your words, Sevy, you know this." Sevika lets out a frustrated groan, rolling her eyes at the silly nickname. "C'mon, let me hear you say it," you tease, just barely slipping your hand in her pants, the way her hips buck towards you not going unnoticed.

Sevika's breath hitches as she feels your fingers getting closer to her already aching clit before they land on the aching bud. She grabs your wrist, finally giving in with her voice barely audible as she mutters, "Please just stay right there." You smirk in satisfaction, hearing the "scary lady of Zaun" begging for your touch making your core ache.

"I got you, honey," you whisper, slowly rubbing her clothed clit, keeping eye contact as she lets out a soft moan, her head dropping back in pleasure. You push yourself closer to her, kissing and nipping at her neck and just to hear the small gasps and whimpers that escape her lips. Sevika relaxes into your touch, soft moan flowing freely from her lips.

"Take your pants off, Sevika," you command, unable to deal with the fabric between you any longer. You watch with hunger in your eyes as Sevika eagerly complies, making quick work of removing her pants. She lays back on the bed, looking over at you as she awaits your next move.

"Fuck, Sevika, you're so wet," you chuckle as you pull apart her legs, rubbing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before teasingly brushing your fingers against her slick folds. You slide your fingers through her slick folds, spreading her wetness over her swollen clit, reveling in the way she twitches and moans softly at the slightest touch.

"Please," she begs, pushing her hips towards you.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" you taunt, brushing her hair away from her face as you continue to rub her clit in slow circles.

Sevika's eyes flutter closed, too embarrassed to look at you as she whispers,"I need more, I need you…please." You smile at her request, feeling your panties dampen as you lean down between her legs.

As you press kisses to her muscular thighs, you look up at Sevika with a mischievous glint in your eye, subtly biting down on her inner thigh, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure. "You like this, don't you?" you murmur, "not being in control for once?" Sevika nods slightly, still unable to look down at you.

"Look at me," you command softly, your kisses inching closer to her awaiting cunt. She locks eyes with you, her breathing shaking as she watches you stick out your tongue and slowly make contact with her throbbing clit, strings of her wetness connecting your tongue to her.

"Ya taste so good," you moan, flicking your tongue against her sensitive bud, causing her thighs to twitch around your head. Sevika lets out a low, guttural moan at the vulgar sight, now unable to tear her eyes away from you as you lick a line from her entrance to her clit before sucking it into your mouth. Sevika gasps, her jaw dropping in pleasure as a hand flys to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to keep you there.

"Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good," she gasps, her hand pushing you closer, urging you to continue. You close your eyes, savoring the taste of her coating your tongue as you hold her hips to guide her movements, feeling her body tremble beneath you. You pull back for air, keeping your thumb on her pulsing clit, looking up at Sevika. Sevika sits up on her elbows, her chest heaving as she looks down at you with a hungry gaze. "Baby, don't stop, please," she whispers, her voice not sounding like her usual confident (and ngl scary) self.

"I won't," You smirk, kissing her inner thigh and bringing your fingers down to her entrance, sliding them in and making her gasp. You can feel her walls clenching around your fingers as you slowly push them in and out with ease.

"Oh fuck, yea," Sevika moans, gripping the sheets and falling back onto the bed, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. You watch her closely, admiring the way her body responds to your touch, reveling in the sounds leaving her scarred lips.

It's a side of her you rarely get to see, silco's number 2, the one who incites fear into people just from a look, now vulnerable and exposed just for you. You lay your head on her thigh, still slowly fucking your fingers into her. "Ya like that, Sev?" you whisper, smiling as she mindlessly nods. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" you tease, watching her nod eagerly in response.

"I'm so close, baby ," she moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she begs. With a mischievous grin, you lean in, flicking your tongue against her aching puffy clit before whispering, "It’s okay, I got you, baby." You suck gently on her clit, moaning into her cunt when she tugs on your hair, using your face to bring herself closer to the edge.

Sevika's breath quickens, her moans growing louder as she nears the edge. "Oh god, right there," she gasps, pulling you closer to her, her hips bucking against your mouth in desperation. "I'm coming," she cries out, her thighs trembling and closing around your head as she reaches her peak.

You continue to lap at her wetness as she rides out her orgasm with shuddering breaths and soft whimpers. As she finally relaxes, you look up at her with a satisfied smile, chuckling as she pants and wipes the sweat from her forehead.

"Gimme a kiss, baby," Sevika huffs, pulling herself to sit against the headboard of the bed, still catching her breath. You sit up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

As your lips move together, Sevika's hands roam over your hips, pulling you closer until snug against her chest. You pull away and rest your head on her shoulder, you tug her mechanical arm into your lap, tracing over the intricate designs etched into the metal. "You got any drinks in here?" Sevika asks.

"Just got your favorite a few days ago," you giggle, hurrying and grabbing the bottle of whiskey from across the room. You also grab her cigars sitting on your table before coming back to the bed. Sevika pops a cigar between her lips, waiting for you to light it for her as you usually do.

As you light the cigar, she takes a long drag and blows out a cloud of smoke, a content smile on her face. You pour the two of you a glass of whiskey each, handing one to Sevika before sitting down next to her. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, sharing the cigar and sipping on your drinks, enjoying each other's company.

"Your hour’s almost up," you break the silence, making Sevika chuckle lightly. She takes one last puff of the cigar before handing it to you and downs the rest of her drink. She gathers and fixes her clothes before standing up and giving you a quick kiss. "See you soon?" you ask.

"Of course," she smiles as she heads to the door, "Can't stay away from my favorite girl for too long." And with a wink, she exits the room, leaving you with a smile on your face.

Y’all I’ve been gone for so long cuz fucking school is killing me and I got a job now but I’m locking in since season 2 is here. Do y’all like the nickname sevy or not?

Totally send request if you have any 🤍

[hexxedcore]

What would Yandere Viktor be like in this 2nd season? Of course if you want, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable making this yandere topic

not an uncomfortable question at all, anon! in fact i love viktor and i love yandere tropes even more ❤️

WARNINGS: YANDERE, unhealthy / toxic relationship, manipulative behaviour, delusion (mostly religiously fuelled if i’m being honest), codependency

I’m a firm believer that Viktor wouldn’t be a yandere who imposes him physically. This is a man who is speculative and used to hiding away in the shadows — he demonstrates everything with well planted seeds of deceit and doubt.

Now, Season Two Viktor? With what we know, it’s up to so much speculation regarding what his motives are and what’s going to happen next — but this specific trope is so rich in the potential it has depending on who you present yourself as to him. A devoted follower? An estranged lover who sought him out after he abruptly left? A Zaunite attempting to stop the hold he has on his vulnerable disciples?

I’ll be covering the disciple trope below but will gladly create more posts for the others.

DISCIPLE READER:

You come to him in a moment of desperation, having heard of the whispers scattered through dark alleyways of Zaun that there was a mage who possessed the capability to heal any wound he was presented with. A miracle worker in the flesh.

It was a opportunity impossible to pass up. Everyone had been scrambling for an opportunity to meet him, have him cure their lung ailments or their Shimmer addictions.

Despite being tentative going into the belly of Zaun, you were admittedly shocked by the abundance of life in what had once been deemed the slums. People who were rumoured to be disfigured and marred purple were walking around, regarding you with inviting smiles, soft skin, full eyes.

When Viktor first spotted you wandering his growing compound, lost, he was absolutely entranced. For a moment he was left wondering why everyone was so adamant on worshipping him, when the obvious miracle here was you. You’re just so pure, so perfect, that even the Hexcore is adamant in prolonging your visit.

You approached him with hopes of a cure to the infection that had been riddling your lungs due to the Gray being released to the Undercity. Viktor wasn't in a state to do anything but oblige.

For as much as you heard of his cures being instantaneous and life-changing, yours had been painfully slow. Viktor reassured that due to the unique nature of the Gray, the Arcane was reacting in unpredictable ways. Therefore; you should make yourself at home. Stay, for the time being.

It wasn't difficult to settle in with how amiable the other 'followers' were, as they enjoyed calling themselves. It also wasn't surprising, considering how reverently respectful Viktor had been treating you. As though you were a deity of his own, despite your lack of impressive actions.

It almost made you forget about the swelling cough that persisted in your chest, or the fact you’ve forgotten how long it’s been since you’ve even begun your stay.

Needless to say, you don’t plan to leave this routine anytime soon. He doesn’t plan on allowing you, either.

[ratatattouille]

bro i have now seen several kiramman stans/arcane fans call "the gray" non-lethal. like do you mean the gray from the fissures? the gas so bad that cassandra kiramman built air ducts to keep it out? the gas that caused people to die en mass back in the day? the gas that gave viktor cancer and caused anyone who inhaled it to choke and not breathe? that non-lethal grey?? do y'all not know that you can still die of brain damage days and even weeks after being choked for a short time? those guys choked so hard they cried premium tears and passed out and you think they didn't die? lmao? even if they didn't die that day, most of them would be dead within the month. like how long do you think it would take for the air to clear out? a couple hours? do y'all seriously not understand anything about bio-chemical warfare?

idc if the writers themselves called it non-lethal (which i haven't seen), you don't wield a weapon like that without mass casualties. bio-chemical warfare does damage that lasts generations. the zaunites simply don't have the resources to reverse any damage cait did to their environment and bodies by letting those gases loose for that amount of time. these aren't people with air conditioning in their house. they live in slums tightly packed together, close to the factories where the gasses were trapped. half of them are already starving and sick.

realistically, many of them would die of horrible diseases in a couple of decades if they survived suffocation/contaminated air. "they weren't gassing up all the neighbourhoods." zaun is ONE city.

it makes me sick how so many people are downplaying it. like of all the things to treat lightly, this shit isn't one of them. especially for a damn ship.

it's fucking abysmal out here

[honey-tongued-devil]

↠The last drop tour

| Part 1 | | Part 2 | | Part 3 |

This tour was designed to allow those who write and read fanfiction to finally visualize the Last Drop and have a solid map in hand. Specifically, I created it for a personal need, for my fanfiction Everytime It Rains, which you can read by clicking the title. This is part two, where you can see Silco's office in detail. Welcome back from your favorite guide, and enjoy!

Did you get something to drink? I hope so, because it's really packed in here. So, where did we leave off? We were supposed to enter the office, right? Well, sisters, and bros, and non-binary hoes, welcome!

Let's start from the left; I know it's a bit chaotic, but this is where Sevika used to come to drink even when Silco wasn't around, waiting for him faithfully. All those bottles are hers. The rug is from Piltover, you've probably recognized it, along with the iconic Last Drop glasses. That sturdy piece of furniture you see there, closer to his desk, is his safe. No one has the code except for him, me, and now you (it's 937). Since we're here, I might as well open it.

Face down, there's a photo depicting Vander, Silco, and Felicia on the bridge when they were younger—certainly well before Felicia got pregnant, given the length of Silco's hair. That strange map is a map of the mine tunnels, a relic from his past as a miner. And finally, the LP is "Our Love," ironically Vander's favorite song (as Jinx mentions in Jinx Fixes Everything), as well as Felicia's, Silco's, and Jinx's. It's in the safe because Silco treasures that vinyl so much that he doesn't leave it where it could get destroyed; he keeps it protected.

But let's close it up and move on. Here it is, the iconic desk. Since I'm a generous guide, I'll let you circle around it so you can see it from every angle. On top, there's the map of Piltover with the mug that Jinx made for him, while in the drawer, there's a mask to filter out the gray, the smog of Zaun, and a card that I think was used for blackmail. I can't say for sure, but it seems to be part of the man's shady dealings.

Next to his desk, on the right, there are two doors. They're not accessible, but since I doubt he'd want anyone to have such direct access to his office, in my fanfiction at least, there will be a room behind them with a double bed and some of his belongings.

But let's move on to the last piece! The huge map of Piltover and zaun with which he planned the export of Shimmer and weapons, where he kept track of everything that happened.

If you enjoyed or found this little tour useful, let me know, and feel free to check out my headcanons or my longfic! This tour has come to an end, but I might have material to create more in the future!

[iwashie]

Sevika x stripper!reader, +18, 3k, MDNI!!

“Don’t get your hopes up, girl.” You furrowed your eyebrows, a pout forming on your beautiful face as you watched your painted nails press against the sheet, avoiding looking at her getting dressed. “You know it was just a good time together.”

You bit your mouth, feeling your chin tremble and your eyes burn from the tears that were about to come out because of your heart that had just been broken by Sevika. It's always been that way; you did your job as a dancer in the brothel, exchanging glances with her all night so that at the end of the night she would steal you from other customers, pleasure you, leave a good amount of money and then leave out through the door in the same hurried way that she entered. You knew it was stupid to fall in love with something momentary, but how could you not get feelings when Sevika protected you from annoying customers, looked at you with attention and desire, and gave you pleasure as if you were the only woman in the world. As if her mission was to be your devotee, as she was in those few hours you two spent in a room at the back of the brothel.

You knew you would only suffer if you harbored feelings for those gray eyes and roguish smile. You knew it was all in vain, but you did it anyway; you fell in love with those moments and Sevika's warmth. What can one do about it? The heart wants what it wants…

You felt her fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to hers and you saw those light gray eyes soften, indecision hovering on her face for brief seconds, soon disappearing as soon as she squeezed your chin. “We're not… I’m not for that, girl.”

Sevika let go of your face and turned back, that broad back disappearing through the door and leaving you alone in the messy room still smelling of tobacco, your perfume and the faint smell of sex, the low purple light wavering just like you. You felt your eyes fill with water, the stinging soon turning into a silent cry, hot tears running down your face along with the makeup and the pain of disappointment filling you as you lay down on the bed messed up by the two of you.

After that night, Sevika never showed up at the brothel again and you had to get used to the new empty routine of looking around the corner where she used to stay and just having the men play, and the automaticity of you getting on stage, dancing, serving a few customers and then left alone, cramming yourself into the big coat, heading through the streets of Zaun.

You moved to the beat of the music, your body swaying back and forth, making the sequin skirt glued to your thighs reflect the colors of the pebbles and follow the slow movements of your waist while your arms slid along the hem, wrapping around the object and holding the weight of your body so you can turn, go up, go down, support yourself and perform as you had rehearsed. Luckily for you, the music was calm, sensual and somewhat melancholy, helping you keep your eyes on the floor as you danced, avoiding eye contact with the customers, as you had been doing since that night.

You felt the music echoing inside you, guiding your movements across the bar, sliding to the floor and continuing the performance lying down, moving your legs and waist in alternating movements according to the rhythm of the music. You climbed back up, jumping on the bar and spinning a few times before hanging upside down, your legs up simulating steps and returning to stand straight on the bar, sliding your hand as your waist swayed against the object. You looked around the people present in the place, not lingering too long on the men who were smiling and enjoying your performance, looking at the back of the brothel to attract customers as they entered, but you swore you saw her hiding in the back.

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you continued the performance, taking the opportunity to check if it was really her. It was her. Sevika was hidden at the back, leaning against the wall, the green light of the brothel barely illuminated her, but you knew that powerful posture, those gray eyes focused on your figure. You finished dancing and continued working, waiting on some tables and keeping company with other customers, your gaze always following where she was.

Sevika looked so different since the last time you saw her. Her hair was very short, that confident and arrogant expression gave way to a dejected and irritated one, those gray eyes that shone with determination and desire were just a blurry gray in a pitiful and sad look, but the worst of all was that her left arm was missing. Sevika held eye contact with you for a long time, and you noticed how exhausted and helpless she was. You almost abandoned everything and followed her when she looked away and left the brothel with her head down.

You ended the night without seeing her again, and that made you restless, a mix of anxiety and nervousness growing inside you, almost leading you to run out and look for her. You stepped out of the brothel and tightened the strap of your bag on your shoulder, closing your arms around your body to hold the heavy coat and protect you from the cold night, you sighed deeply and prepared to continue on your way when in the corner of your eye you saw something moving in the dim street light.

You held your breath, tightening your grip and feeling your heart beat faster, your eyes filling with water as you stared at Sevika standing in front of you protected by a long cloak, both waiting for a reaction from the other. You didn't look away from the woman and saw those eyes ask for you. You almost dropped your bag when you let go of your arms and took steps towards her, the click of your heels echoing loudly on the deserted street, stopping a few steps away from her, asking for permission to get closer.

Sevika let her shoulders fall, sighing softly, and you threw yourself at her, wrapping her in a tight hug that was returned by the woman with the only arm she had left. She buried her face in your neck like she used to do, and in that moment, you had forgotten she had broken your heart and disappeared, and now she came back like a dog regretting having run away from home. You didn't say anything, that hug said it all, and you knew that she had been through a lot during her absence.

You two followed in silence through the streets, heading somewhere you weren't sure of since you had never taken that route, much less had the woman's company. You stopped walking in the middle of the busy street with the bars around, and she also stopped. That silence was killing you, and you needed to know why she was doing that to you.

“Sevika…” The rest of the sentence died in your throat when she looked at you, those gray eyes reflecting your stupid image staring at her and that mischievous sparkle appeared in her eyes again, making you get lost in the present and past, barely noticing her approaching and towering over you, your eyes trailing to her puffy mouth painted with dark lipstick.

You gasped as your back met the hard wall and you felt Sevika's body pressing against yours, her breasts against yours, her hot breath hitting your face raised to look at her and the thick thigh between your legs. You shivered when you felt her calloused fingers passing through your arm under your coat and going up to your neck, caressing the side and wrapping around your throat, giving a light squeeze as you liked and making you let out a whine. Sevika kept those gray eyes on yours, attentive to your every reaction, wandering over your face as if memorizing what she had forgotten, and pressed her forehead to yours, closing her eyes while still feeling your warmth and your rapid breathing.

She opened her eyes and you looked at her, alternating between the gray of her eyes and the dark of her lipstick; You licked your mouth and swallowed, looking up again, knowing that Sevika didn't kiss, never. She smiled, shaking her head slightly and leaned in more, joining your mouths in a seal, you sighed in surprise and she slid her tongue into your mouth while her hand fit the contour of your face.

You remained unresponsive for a few seconds, very surprised that the woman who the first time you spent the night together pushed you away saying she didn't kiss; it was very intimate and was the door to catching feelings. Sevika squeezed your face, bringing you to reality and you kissed her back, following her tongue with yours while your hands went up to her neck and held her against you, moving your mouth in the rhythm she wanted.

Sevika never kissed for fear of falling in love, and now you understand why. That woman's kiss was a killer. You pulled her against you, almost lying against the wall as you pressed yourself against her and returned the kiss with the same intensity, feeling her explore your mouth, sucking your tongue and biting your lower lip, sliding her tongue back into yours as she squeezed you by the back of your neck, and pressed your mouths tightly; savoring your taste and devouring your moans and sighs as her thigh pressed and moved between your legs.

You sighed against her mouth, moaning when you felt her bite your bottom lip and kiss you again, pulling you more and more against her. You were out of breath, your brain going fuzzy, body begging for oxygen as you clung to her as if your life depended on her and that fucking amazing kiss; you felt fucking amazing kissing that woman, trapped in her heat. You didn't want it to end.

Sevika tugged at your bottom lip one last time and moaned as she pulled away from you, pressing her forehead to yours. You half-opened your eyes, seeing the smudged lipstick and the swollen lips wet with your saliva, you swallowed and filled your lungs with air, pushing your forehead against hers, giving her lips a light seal, feeling her reciprocate.

“Sevika…” You pushed your head against the wall, giving more space for Sevika to mark your neck with kisses and bites while her large, calloused hand squeezed the skin of your belly.

She kissed down to your chest, kissing the exposed skin of your breasts, giving light bites and hickeys as you liked. You were shaking from her touches, your trembling hands squeezing her shoulders and your legs shaking from the caress in your intimacy. You looked at her still marking your chest, the dim orange light in the alley illuminating half of her face, her gray eyes shining with desire, her roguish smile as her mouth was attached to your skin.

You placed a hand on her cheek, caressing the warm brown skin, watching her lean into the touch and close her eyes. Suddenly, you were back in that room at the back of the brothel, feeling Sevika's touches and heat, those gray eyes devouring you... And suddenly, she wasn't gone, your Sevika was there.

“Sev… please…” You moaned when you felt her hand on your thigh, reaching up your skirt. She stood straight, her hand cupping your face and her gray eyes glued to yours. You squeezed her face, running your thumb over her lips, still staring back at her, begging for her like before.

Sevika sealed your lips once again, her hand stuck to the back of your neck and some strands before leaving the alley pulling you with her.

You barely noticed when you arrived at a small apartment, probably hers, too focused on the sensations of her mouth on your neck and shoulder as soon as your coat hit the floor. “Ah…Sev…Ngh!” You moaned softly, feeling the strap of your top slide down your arms and her mouth moving down to your left breast. Her left hand was missing, but she managed to pay attention to your breasts, leaving them full of teeth marks, saliva, and lipstick.

“Damn… I missed this so much…” She whispered in your ear, feeling one of your breasts and pulling the areola, making you hang your head and whimper, closing your legs around her knee.

You took off your top, throwing it on the floor as you were guided to the bedroom between kisses and sighs, Sevika's big, warm hand squeezing and scratching your back and waist. You fell onto the mattress with a groan, your hands supported you, and spread your legs for her to settle in the middle.

“Sev, I missed you so much, sev…” You said, rubbing your face against her hand and taking your hands to her tight waist, entering her short blouse and feeling the warm and firm skin on your fingers, moving your fingers up to her breasts. Sevika sighed heavily into your mouth, closing her eyes, feeling your nails playing with her breasts and kissing you with hunger and desire, teeth and saliva.

You undid the zipper on her cape and blouse, throwing the pieces away and enjoyed that firm and warm brown skin that you loved so much, running your hands over her full and soft breasts, feeling her shiver with your touches and letting out a groan when you took your wet lips in the middle of her breasts, her hand getting caught in the middle of your strands and pulling them, forcing you to face her.

“Tonight is not about me, girl. It’s about you and how I want to fuck you like I used to.” You shuddered and smiled openly, your eyes disappearing into a line, your expression dissolving into pleasure as you imagined that woman fucking you willingly like before. “Take off your skirt and open your legs.”

Sevika got off of you, and you slid the piece along with your panties away from your body, lying back on your elbows and opening your legs, showing your already wet pussy to the woman's hungry eyes.

You shuddered as you felt Sevika's long fingers slide from your mouth to your neck, breasts, stomach, groin and thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and teasing you with her thumb very close to your pussy. You stared at the woman, begging her to touch you, but she just smirked and continued to tease you.

“Sev-Ngh!” You moaned, shuddering and curled your fingers as you felt her fingers slipping into your folds, one finger entering and spreading your liquid to the nerve. “So wet for me, babygirl.”

You pushed your waist against her fingers, sliding them into your pussy and smearing them. Sevika took her fingers out of you and brought them to her mouth, tasting and cleaning them, humming when she tasted you. “Fucking delicious … My girl.”

You moaned loudly, keeping your eyes open and focused on Sevika enjoying your taste and bending down on the edge of the bed, approaching your waist and distributing wet kisses on your skin, caressing down to your pussy and placing a light kiss on your clitoris, smiling against you as she felt you shiver.

Sevika distributed kisses over your pussy, running her tongue lightly over your folds and sucking the liquid that dripped more with the woman's caresses. You gasped, lifting your back off the bed when you felt her flatt tongue lick from bottom to top and suck hard on your clit, opening your folds with her fingers and mouthing your pussy, licking and sucking every little bit, rubbing her nose on your nerve, repeating the movement slowly until you bring your hands to her hair, pressing her against you.

You rubbed yourself against Sevika's face buried between your legs, your fingers tightly stuck in the dark strands as she sucked you eagerly, her nose brushing your clitoris as she stuck her tongue inside you and slid it into your folds, returning to sticking her tongue in you and gulping down your liquids in loud, needy noises.

Only Sevika could have you rolling your eyes, moaning loudly, your back arched, your fingers curled, and your body trembling, completely in ecstasy with pleasure. You just wanted her to give you pleasure and have you like that; she was perfect for you, and you were perfect for her.

“Sev… I’m close…” You warned, but she knew just by the way you trembled and your pussy squeezed her tongue. She knew you like the back of her hand. “Ngh! Sevi…”

She pulled away from you, her face glistening with your liquid, her pupils dilated and the gray of her eyes shining clear with desire. You were breathing heavily, your body sprawled out on the bed, your teary eyes shining with desire for that woman.

“Come get what you want, girl.” You crawled towards her, lowering yourself until you pressed your lips against the skin of her stomach, your hands pressing her sides as you kissed down the trail of hair and unzipped her pants with your teeth, sliding the garment and her panties down her toned legs in a hurry.

Sevika was looking at you from above, seeing your beautiful red face rubbing against her thigh and moving up to her wet pussy, placing a light kiss on her hairy crotch. Her hand tugged at your strands before you stuck out your tongue and licked her, pushing you onto the bed and settling between your legs; your left leg raised, locked around her waist while your right leg was on top of her left, like you guys did when Sevika needed relief, and feel all of you.

You held her by the waist, your nails scratching the flesh, sometimes going down to her ass and thighs, rolling your hips against hers as she pressed and rubbed your pussies at a fast pace, and squeezed your neck, swallowing your moans and sighs.

You were close to cumming, feeling her pussy rub deliciously against yours, your liquids making the movement very wet, obscene and pleasurable, the wet noise of your pussies along with the moans and sighs of the two of you, the smell of sweat and sex impregnated in the stuffy room.

You increased the pace of your waist, feeling your clit bump against hers at the right angle, making both of you moan loudly, your toes curling as you pulled her down, kissing her with need and feeling; You were very much in love with that woman.

Sevika laid on you, still keeping the movement and pressed your face, kissing you back with need, affection, and feelings. “Sevi… I’m going to-Ngh! Ah…ah!”

"That's right. Be a good girl and cum for me.” Sevika whispered against your mouth, hand sliding to your breast and squeezing the nipple, feeling you gasp and shudder as you came in her, your nails scratching her broad back. “That's it. My good girl…” Sevika gave you a peck on your lips and stood straight again, the rhythm of her waist accelerated and out of step, also cumming and squeezing you.

She laid on top of you, you intertwined your legs with hers, and hugged her, feeling her heat and weight. You two remained silent, normalizing your breathing and calming down from the orgasm. You became very aware of what was happening and feared that everything would happen again when she moved, freeing herself from your embrace.

You felt your heart sink, your eyes burning, and your breath catching in your throat as you brought your hands to her body. “Sevika, please don’t go.” Your voice was choked, and you would easily cry. Sevika held your hand, and you intertwined your fingers, reaching up with your other hand and kissing her hand. "Please."

Sevika closed her eyes and sighed heavily, squeezing your hand back and pulling you towards her body, resting her chin on the top of your head, feeling the hot tears running down your face. “I’m not going anywhere, girl.”

“I’m sorry about before…” The words hung in the air, and you hugged her, clinging to her warmth and crying more. Her hand stroked your hair as she told you she wasn't going anywhere. “Let’s be together…” You lifted your head, nodding quickly in agreement, and felt her lips on your forehead. “My girl.”

@iwashie 2024 please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[mollysunder]

The Inx: Jinx's Great and Terrible Devotees in Spite of Conv/rgence

The most annoying thing about Conv/rgence as a game is that it introduces great concepts, like the Inx, but just fumbles the execution of them and the overall story.

In Conv/rgence the Inx are a new chempunk gang of Zaunite teens and young adults that idolize and borderline worship Jinx to the point where they're said to spread chaos in her name. But the Zaun that Conv/rgence establishes tells a different story about the Inx from the intended description.

The first time the Inx appear is in the Conv/rgence comic, where the lead members like Chadd play at the Triumph Festival. It's supposed to be a Zaunite festival to celebrate Jayce's defeating Viktor, the Machine Herald. If the Inx follow Jinx's lifestyle why would they even play at such an event to celebrate a Piltovan, and why would Zaunites think the Inx wouldn't make trouble over it? I could go on about how weird it is for Zaun to host a festival to celebrate Jayce, a Piltovan champion for a fight unrelated to them and their wellbeing, but that would take too long.

For people who admire Jinx's boldness, the best they can do in the comics is pretty harmless vandalism where they just graffiti Jinx's monkey tag over some walls. The Inx are also nowhere to be seen in major events like the Scraptown Run, which apparently all Zaun gangs participate in.

Then there's members like Moshpit Meg. Meg's a diehard Jinx fan that loves Jinx's attitude and dedication to explosions. Before that Meg was admired Vi, the enforcer, because Vi's gauntlets reminded Meg of her own naturally big fists and it made her feel less self conscious about her own hands. That second half begs too many questions I don't have time for.

Outside of aesthetic choices there isn't really anything about the Inx that says they're people who stake their identity around Jinx. This is largely because Conv/rgence's universe works hard to sanitize Zaunite grievances against Piltover which directly undermines the central class conflict between Zaun and Piltover. It also largely impacts the motivations and general existence of characters like Jinx and the people who follow her, like the Inx, because they wouldn't exist in the absence of Piltover's oppression.

To avoid addressing any real conflict between the two cities the Inx are only vaguely make sense in the story, especially the game. All except for one element, Chadd. I need to say this...

Chadd is Accidentally (on Purpose?) Great

The brief moments the audience gets to know Chadd's character gives us an interesting glimpse at the people Jinx inspires.

The first thing we know about Chadd is that he's a musician, and it's neat trait that connects him to the musical roots of Jinx's character. In League, Jinx was the first champion in League to debut with a music video. It was through Jinx's character that Riot and Fortiche begun experimenting League with music. So it's very fitting that Convergence creates a chorus of sorts for Jinx to continue that musical tradition. To add to that, the game's promo posters decided to reestablish Jinx's connections by making her a talented karaoke singer.

The next thing to know about Chadd is that he was the one who planne and organized the Inx to transform a rundown theatre into an airborne concert arena. Red, Ekko's close friend and romantic interest in the game, confirmed that it was Chadd who was the one to make it happen, within a week too. It's an impressive creative feat that's clearly in homage to "Get Jinxed's" aerial imagery. Despite how cool a stunt that was I couldn't see how it was meant to impress Jinx, she was the most destructive thing in the theater... until I read the transcript "Hold me like a Fermata".

A shotgun, a flame thrower... who's funeral were you planning Chadd!??!? Just for context this was a transcript Ekko found of Chadd and the Inx talking about a new weapon (and sound system?) Chadd seemed to have made. I'm sure Chadd was the one who made it because the Fermata is also the name of a musical note that represents a pause (sometimes dramatic) in a score.

If you're familiar with music you might also know that the Fermata has more than one name, it's also referred to as "the Cyclops Eye". That kind of reference to Silco used on a weapon for a later act to honor Jinx couldn't have been lost on the writers because the Eye of Zaun was already found on an Inx hangout.

When I finally noticed all these details I finally got that Chadd is dangerously devoted to Jinx. All the points in his character can only lead us to conclude the real plan wasn't to just play obnoxiously loud music when the theater reached Piltover's heights, it was to destroy Piltover with all the weapons they equipped on it. That's the best idea I can come up with because Jinx immediately throws bombs at their plan to cause havoc in Piltover... for reasons. It does match Jinx's track record at least, usually other dangerous or apathetic champions tend to appreciate her, like Urgot, Renata Glasc, and Khada Jhin.

Even Chadd's concept art communicates that he's probably more devoted to Jinx than rest of the Inx. The way his early design evolves to reflect Jinx's influence could even tell a story. The more this douchey glam rocker finds inspiration in Jinx the more he changes himself and his art to reflect Jinx's impact. Chadd grows his hair out, wears his tattoo of Jinx in the same place she wears hers, and even dresses more like her, but he still retains his own diva personality.

One last thing, the funniest thing about Chadd is the fact that both Ekko and Red seperately ask him to explain himself and what "statement" he's trying to make with the Inx. Chadd just flat out refuses to answer, and even breaks up with Red over that. I thought he was being douche (he was), but then I remembered Jinx doesn't explain herself in game either about the mayhem she causes, she just taunts anyone who asks. The student learns from the master I guess.

Tldr: In the Converegence game and comics the Inx are characterized by mild vandalism and pretentious artists. And I could almost get behind that idea if only Convergence wasn't so heavily biased towards Piltover the dynamics of a group like the Inx could have had a more interesting exploration in their motivations and goals. Also, Chadd is a dipshit and he makes a great follower of Jinx!

[heartcereql]

velvet crowbar

childhood friends torn apart as Viktor rises to the elite world of Piltover while you remain in Zaun, neglecting feelings out of fear.

cw: use of y/n, angst angst !!!, viktor acting like an ass out of pure fear and love ://

a/n: we're sooooo back hehe:)

The sky over Zaun always seemed to press down on you, a heavy blanket of gray smoke and the faintest glimmer of dying light. The city never slept, its heartbeat thrumming through the cracked streets and rusted pipes, a constant reminder of its pulse. Yet, despite all the noise, all the chaos, there was a quiet corner of your mind where the memories of him still lingered—of Viktor, the boy who once dreamed beside you, in a world where you both could be more than this.

But now, as you stood on the rooftop of your building, on the verge of collapsing, staring out toward Piltover, the city of metal and glass that seemed so far removed from everything you knew, it felt like a lifetime had passed since those dreams. You could see the lights beginning to twinkle in the distance, an endless sea of gold, cold and untouchable.

You had once imagined running to Piltover with him, escaping the smog and decay of Zaun, finding a place where dreams were not just for the rich, but for the willing. You had imagined standing beside him in the light, where he was the brilliant inventor, the genius, and you were... whatever he needed you to be.

But that was before.

Before the city had swallowed him whole. Before the distance between you had stretched out like the gap between the stars. Before Viktor became the man Piltover needed, and you were left with nothing but memories and an aching chest.

You hadn’t seen him in months, not properly. Letters had become few and far between, the words that used to come so easily now barely reaching the paper. And when they did, they felt distant, almost like he was writing from another world—one that didn’t have a place for you.

You tried not to let it bother you, tried to pretend that you didn’t still wait for his visits, for the sound of his voice. But the truth was, you missed him. You missed the boy who had been your anchor in this crumbling place, the one who used to say your name like it was the only thing that mattered.

Today, however, something was different. You didn’t know what it was at first—maybe it was the way the wind shifted, or the way the light in Piltover seemed to call to you, pulling your gaze towards it. Maybe it was just your heart, too tired of pretending that nothing had changed.

You heard him before you saw him. The soft shuffle of boots against stone, the quiet exhale of breath in the cool air, the metallic clink of his crutch against the pavement. And then, there he was, standing at the bottom of the steps that led to your rooftop.

Viktor.

For a moment, you just stood there, frozen, as you looked at him. His figure was taller now, his frame more angular, the clothes he wore no longer the worn fabrics of Zaun, but the fine, immaculate garments of a Piltover citizen. His face, still familiar but so different, looked as if it had been shaped by something far away from the world you both had once shared.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, just watching him, before you found your voice.

"Viktor," you whispered, as if the sound of his name could pull you both back to what you used to be.

He smiled, but it was a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was a smile of politeness, of formality—a smile that didn’t know you the way he once had.

"Have you been well?" His voice was smooth, but there was a distance to it, something colder than before.

You nodded, but your throat tightened. There were so many things you wanted to say—things that had festered in your chest for far too long. But you didn’t know where to begin.

You used to tell him everything. Now, you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask how he was.

"I’m managing," you said, your voice sounding weaker than you intended.

He stepped closer, but the space between you felt impossibly wide. Every step he took was a reminder of how far apart you had become. He wasn’t the boy who had climbed up here in the dead of night just to whisper dreams of a different life. He was Piltover’s Viktor now, and you were still here, in the shadow of Zaun, holding onto the remnants of a life you once shared.

"I’m sorry I haven’t visited sooner," he said, and for a moment, you thought you could hear the weight of guilt in his voice. But when you looked at him, all you saw was the stranger who had once been your closest friend.

The silence between you stretched, heavy with things unsaid, until he finally spoke again. "It’s just... things have been busy. There’s a lot I’ve had to focus on in Piltover."

You swallowed, trying to ignore the sting in your chest. You knew what he meant—Piltover had taken him. Taken him away from everything that had once been important to him.

And you had been left behind.

"Of course," you managed to say, even as your heart twisted. "You’re doing important things. I understand."

The air between you both felt thick with unspoken words as you both lingered in the quiet aftermath of your meeting. Viktor’s hand stayed close to his chest, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how.

You swallowed hard, finding your voice again, though it trembled.

"What is it, Viktor? What’s going on? You've been so distant. I don’t— I don’t get it. You used to tell me everything." Your eyes searched his, desperate for a glimpse of the Viktor you once knew.

He shifted his weight, his gaze flickering down to the ground before meeting your eyes again. There was hesitation in his expression, something raw, like he was fighting with himself to say the right words.

"I’ve been... busy." He let out a long breath, and there was a heaviness in it, like explaining it to you wasn't something natural, but something to be elaborated. "I’ve been working on something important in Piltover. It's… something that could change everything, for both of us."

"Piltover?" The word left your lips before you could stop it, disbelief in your voice. "You're really living there now? You’re—you're working there?"

He nodded slowly, almost reluctantly, like the confession itself pained him.

"Yes. I’m working under a researcher—Jayce Talis. He... he and I are developing something that could revolutionize technology. It’s hard, Y/N. So hard. But it’s the only way forward." His words were heavy with the weight of his ambition, but something in his eyes betrayed him, a flicker of doubt, or maybe regret. "I wish I could have told you sooner."

Your heart twisted at the mention of Jayce, and the strange unfamiliarity of Viktor’s words lingered in the air. There was no more talk of your shared dreams, no more talk of Zaun, only Piltover’s cold steel and polished streets. The world he now belonged to felt so far from you—like something that could never belong to someone like you.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" You wanted to ask if he missed you, if he even thought about you anymore, but the words felt selfish, fragile. You felt small in this new space he had carved for himself.

"I didn’t want to drag you into it," Viktor said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper. "The people in Piltover… they’re not like us. They wouldn't understand. It’s complicated." He looked away, the distance between you both growing as he ran a hand through his hair, his breath ragged. "I didn’t want you to be caught up in it, Y/N. Not with everything that’s happening now. I—I thought it would be better this way."

You felt your chest tighten, the hurt festering behind your ribs.

"Better for who, Viktor?" You swallowed, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. "You think it’s better for me to be left in the dark? For you to pretend that nothing’s changed?"

His eyes softened, and he took a hesitant step forward.

"No, it’s not like that. It’s just… I can’t put you in danger. Not with how things are moving. I’ve seen how Piltover treats people like us." His words were raw, heavy with the weight of everything he had seen, everything he had become part of.

You shook your head, forcing back the wave of bitterness threatening to spill over. "So, what? You just want me to stay here and wait? Wait for you to get so far away that you forget who I am?"

"I could never forget you," he murmured, his voice a gentle plea. "But Y/N, you need to understand. This place, it’s changing me. It’s changing everything. And I need you to stay safe. That’s why I..." He stopped himself, the words falling short of the meaning you both needed.

You were silent for a long time, the air between you both thick and awkward. You could feel the cracks forming between you both, widening, pulling you apart with every unspoken word.

Finally, you spoke, though your voice was shaky, almost uncertain. "Where are you working? Piltover... I mean, you said you’re working with Jayce. I just... I need to see you, Viktor. Please. I need to understand."

For a moment, Viktor seemed to hesitate, his face creasing with the weight of what he was about to say. Then, with a sigh, he muttered, "I’m at the Hextech Labs now. It’s in the heart of Piltover. If you really want to understand, that’s where you’ll find me."

The words hung in the air between you like a challenge, like a door you could either step through or close. You clenched your fists, a strange resolve settling in your chest.

“I’ll come,” you said, your voice firmer now, despite the coldness creeping up your spine. “I’ll come to see for myself.”

Viktor’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected you to say that, and for a moment, there was panic in his gaze, a flicker of fear. But he didn’t stop you.

“Y/N, I don’t think you should—” he started, his voice tight with a warning.

But you were already turning away, the weight of your decision pressing down on you like the very world you were about to enter.

You’d never imagined Piltover would feel like this. Its gleaming towers, so pristine and far removed from the chaotic, gritty streets of Zaun, made you feel small. As you stood on the edge of the grandiose bridge that separated the two cities, the weight of your own breath felt louder than the bustling crowds around you. The air was too cold, too crisp. Too polished for someone like you.

But you were here.

You didn’t know what you expected to find when you crossed the bridge—perhaps an entirely different Viktor, one who had shed the layers of their shared past, a man too far gone into his new life. Maybe a part of you thought that if you came here, you could still see the boy who used to walk alongside you in the alleys of Zaun, whose hands you once held with reckless hope.

The Hextech Labs stood in front of you now, a towering monolith of glass and steel that seemed to radiate the ambitions of the city. You could see its grand entryways, the carefully crafted banners that fluttered above, the people walking in and out with an air of purpose, none of them even sparing you a second glance.

And there he was, inside. Viktor.

You took a step toward the door, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. This wasn’t just a visit anymore. This was the final step to understanding. Or, perhaps, to unraveling everything that had grown between you two in the silence.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since Viktor told you where to find him, but now that you were standing here, you couldn’t turn back.

The automatic doors opened with a faint hiss, and you stepped inside, blinking against the sterile brightness of the lobby. No one took notice of you as you walked through, a stranger to this world. But the path was clear, a hallway that led to the heart of the lab. Your footsteps echoed softly, each sound a reminder of the difference between you and the world you were entering.

You found Viktor just where he’d said he would be—standing near one of the Hextech machines, deep in conversation with a group of people in polished uniforms. The sight of him, now fully immersed in his new life, took your breath away. His lean on his crutch was firm, his hand moving as he explained something, his voice steady and authoritative. The Viktor you knew—who fumbled over his words in Zaun—was gone. In his place stood a man who carried the weight of Piltover’s expectations on his shoulders.

When he turned and saw you standing there, his expression flickered, just for a moment, before he masked it. He excused himself and dsimissed the other topsiders. The word burned in your thoughts.

His lips pressed together, and for a second, he looked like he might say something. Instead, he only took a hesitant step toward you, his brow furrowing as he took in your presence.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice colder than you remembered. “What are you doing here?”

You flinched, the sting of his words hitting you more than you’d expected. His tone wasn’t warm. It wasn’t affectionate, either. He sounded distant—almost as though you were an intrusion. His eyes, those familiar honey orbs, seemed to search you for an answer he already knew but wasn’t willing to accept.

“I—” You paused, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “I came to see you, Viktor. I needed to understand.” Your voice shook, and the resolve you’d built up back at the entrance began to waver. “You said you were working here. I wanted to see... see where you’ve been. What you’re doing.”

Viktor’s gaze hardened, and he quickly glanced around the room, as though the walls themselves were listening. He took your hand and led you to a stark corner, hidden by all the machinery, dark and dusty.

Viktor’s eyes softened, but there was something restrained in the way he looked at you. He glanced over his shoulder, as though calculating something, before turning back to you. “I’m glad you came,” he said, though his words felt heavy, like they were forced out of him. “But you shouldn’t be here, not like this. It’s… it’s different here.”

The hesitation in his voice only made your heart ache more. You stepped closer, trying to reach him with your gaze.

“Different how? Viktor, I came all this way. I just want to see you. I just—”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted, his words quieter now, but there was a slight urgency behind them. “This place, Piltover—it’s not like Zaun. It’s... it’s hard to explain. There are things here—things I didn’t expect that... I didn’t want you to see.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture you recognized. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

You blinked, confusion mingling with the rising frustration in your chest. “Hurt? What are you talking about?”

His eyes darted away for a moment, as though searching for the right words.

“The judgment here... the way they look at people from Zaun.” He shook his head, looking at you as though seeing you for the first time in a new light. “I’ve endured so much to be here. They don't take it easy with us. I don’t want... I don’t want you to be part of that. It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be involved with any of this.”

Your heart sank. “So, that’s it, then? You’re ashamed of me? Of where I come from?”

Viktor’s eyes widened slightly, and he stepped back, clearly shaken by your words.

“No, Y/N. That’s not it. It’s not about you, it’s about—about the risks. I can’t ask you to put yourself in that position. I... I care about you too much to let that happen.”

You felt the sting of those words hit harder than you expected, each one feeling like an unspoken apology, but still holding you at arm’s length.

“You care about me?” you echoed, a bitter laugh bubbling in your throat. “Then why won’t you let me be with you? Let me see the life you’ve built? You’ve kept me at a distance for so long, Viktor.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said quickly, stepping forward. But then he hesitated again, as if the distance between you felt like an insurmountable barrier. “But this is... this is bigger than us, Y/N. I need you to understand that.”

His words hung in the air, but you could hear the crack in his voice. Still, the weight of his protection felt like a cage.

You wanted to say more, to demand that he explain himself further, but instead, your body turned of its own accord. Without another word, you walked away from him, your footsteps heavy with the disappointment you couldn’t shake. It wasn’t the rejection that hurt the most, but the way he couldn’t see you—couldn’t see what you needed from him.

The journey back to Zaun was a blur. The twisting alleys and rusted walkways passed by in a haze, the familiar scents and sounds of the Undercity failing to ground you. All you could think about was the way Viktor had looked at you—the hesitation in his eyes, the tightness in his voice when he told you to leave.

This isn’t your world.

The words echoed in your mind, each one sharper than the last. You had always known that Viktor’s life in Piltover was different, that it wasn’t the same as the life you shared in Zaun. But you had never thought that difference would grow into a chasm, one wide enough to push you apart.

You sat down on a rusted bench near the bridge, your hands clenched into fists. The sting of his rejection burned hotter with each passing moment. It wasn’t just the fact that he had told you to leave—it was the way he had said it. As if you were a liability. As if you were something to be hidden, something to be ashamed of.

And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from making excuses for him.

Maybe he really was trying to protect you. Maybe the people in Piltover were as judgmental as he said. But even if that were true, it didn’t explain why he had let their opinions matter more than yours. Why he hadn’t trusted you to decide for yourself.

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening. Viktor had always been your anchor, the one constant in your ever-changing world. And now, for the first time, you felt adrift.

You didn’t cry, not then. Not when his sharp words cut through the air, nor when the weight of his rejection sank deep into your chest. You refused to let yourself break while standing in his polished, lifeless world.

But later—when you reached the safety of your rooftop, its closeness to the sky wrapping around you like an old, tattered blanket—you let yourself unravel.

His words had replayed in your mind, over and over, like the static from a broken radio: “You shouldn’t have come.” The pain wasn’t just in what he said but in the way he said it. Quiet. Unyielding. Like a door closing in your face.

It didn’t make sense. He had always been proud of his roots—or so you thought. You’d seen the fire in his eyes when he spoke of the change he wanted to bring, of how Zaun deserved more than what it had been given. But when you stood there in his world, it was as if all of that had been erased, replaced by something cold and distant.

You couldn’t stop wondering: Was it me? Did I remind him of what he’s trying to leave behind?

Yet even as doubt gnawed at your resolve, another voice in your mind fought back.

This was Viktor. Your Viktor. The boy who used to stay up all night with you on the rooftops, whispering dreams of a better world into the dark. The boy who had limped to your door with bruises on his knuckles and a wild grin on his face, holding up a gadget he swore would make life better for everyone. The boy who had looked at you—really looked at you—in a way that made you feel like you weren’t just surviving. You were alive.

That boy couldn’t just be gone. Could he?

The lab was quieter than usual, save for the faint hum of the machines and the occasional clink of tools on metal. Viktor sat hunched over his workstation, his eyes fixed on a piece of Hextech equipment that had been giving him trouble all afternoon. Yet, for once, it wasn’t the device that occupied his thoughts.

It was you.

The memory of your face lingered in his mind, the hurt in your eyes when he had asked you to leave. He could still see you standing there, a stark contrast to the polished, sterile surroundings of his lab. You were a reminder of everything he had fought so hard to leave behind—and everything he couldn’t bear to lose.

He had wanted you to stay. More than anything, he had wanted you to stay.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

The thought of you being dragged into this world made his stomach twist. This cold, unfeeling place where everything was measured in worth and potential, where people like you were judged for where they came from rather than who they were. He had barely managed to claw his way into their circles, and even then, he wasn’t truly accepted. Not fully.

They whispered about him—about his accent, his limp, his strange inventions. He could feel their stares, their skepticism, every time he entered a room. And if they saw you, they wouldn’t just judge you. They would judge him.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. And yet, he couldn’t ignore it.

Viktor leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t afraid of how they would see you. He knew exactly what they would see: your resilience, your warmth, the fire in your eyes that refused to be extinguished. But he was afraid of how they would use you—how they would turn your presence into a weakness, a chink in his already fragile armor.

And more than that, he was afraid of how they would use him against you. He had seen it before—the way the topsiders wielded power, how they twisted vulnerabilities into leverage. If they decided you were a liability, if they decided you were expendable…

He closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t let that happen.

“I’m protecting her,” he murmured to himself, as if saying it aloud would make it true.

But deep down, he knew the truth was more tangled, more shameful.

He wasn’t just protecting you. He was protecting himself.

Because if you saw him through their eyes—if you saw him as less, as weak, as someone who didn’t belong—it would break him in ways he wasn’t sure he could endure.

He didn’t sleep that night.

The lab was silent, save for the hum of machinery and the occasional crackle of electricity. Normally, that sound was comforting—a reminder of the work waiting to be done. But tonight, it only grated against his nerves.

He should have gone after you. He knew that. The moment the words had left his mouth, he had known. But instead, he had stood there, rooted to the spot, watching as you walked away.

The way you had looked at him before you left... it haunted him.

Viktor leaned heavily on his cane, staring down at the blueprints spread out on the table before him. None of it made sense anymore. Not the equations, not the diagrams, not even the goals he had once clung to so fiercely.

He wanted to tell himself he had done the right thing, that pushing you away had been for your own good. Zaun and Piltover were two different worlds—worlds that didn’t belong together, no matter how much he wanted them to. No matter how much he wanted you.

But the truth he didn’t want to admit was far less noble. He hadn’t pushed you away just to protect you. He had done it because he was afraid.

Afraid of what it would mean if you stayed. Afraid of how they would see you. Afraid of how you would see him.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling in his chest. For all his intelligence, for all his inventions and ideas, he couldn’t figure out how to bridge the gap he had created.

But the thought of losing you completely? That was a problem he couldn’t solve.

The smog of Zaun had a way of clinging to your skin, a reminder of where you belonged—or at least, where the world thought you belonged. But you couldn’t shake the thought that there was more, that you deserved more. That he deserved more.

That’s why you found yourself on Piltover’s shining streets again, your resolve hardening with every step closer to the towering building where you knew Viktor would be. This wasn’t just about the words he had said, or even the ones he hadn’t. It was about answers. About understanding why the boy who once promised you everything now seemed intent on giving you nothing.

You didn’t announce yourself this time.

The lab doors slid open with a soft hiss, and you stepped inside, your presence breaking the sterile quiet. Viktor didn’t look up immediately, his focus pinned to the contraption in his hands—a sleek, glowing device you couldn’t begin to understand.

“Viktor,” you called, your voice firm yet trembling at the edges.

His head snapped up, the familiar amber of his eyes flickering with surprise, then something else you couldn’t place. Guilt, maybe.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone careful, as though the wrong inflection might shatter the fragile air between you.

You ignored his question, stepping further into the room. The scent of metal and ozone filled your nose, and you noted how starkly this world clashed with the smoke and grit of Zaun. “I needed to see you.”

His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line, eyes avoiding yours. “I thought I made myself clear.”

“Clear?” you echoed, incredulous. “Viktor, you’ve been avoiding me. And then, when I came to you, you—you pushed me away like I was nothing. Do you have any idea how that felt?”

His fingers twitched against the cane, his weight shifting uncomfortably. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“Why not?” you challenged, your voice rising. “Is it because I don’t fit into this perfect, shiny world of yours? Because I’m not one of them?”

“Stop,” he said sharply, and the word hit you like a slap. He drew in a shaky breath before continuing, softer this time. “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand, Viktor,” you shot back. “Because all I see is someone who’s ashamed of where he came from. Of who he left behind.”

His head dropped, his hair falling into his eyes as he exhaled a long, heavy breath. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer. Then he spoke, his voice low and laced with something raw.

“You think I left you behind?” He looked up, and there it was again—that guilt, etched into every line of his face. “I would never... you are the one part of Zaun I’ve never wanted to leave.”

“Then why?” you demanded. “Why push me away? Why say those things?”

He turned from you, limping toward the far table where his tools lay scattered. His grip on the cane was tight, knuckles white. “Because I am not proud of what I’ve become,” he admitted finally. “Not here, not in this world.”

“What are you talking about?” you pressed, your frustration giving way to confusion.

“I have fought for respect, for a chance to prove that people like us can be more than what they think. But they do not see me. Not truly. To them, I am a... novelty. A curiosity. And if they knew about you, about us...” He trailed off, his hand curling into a fist on the table. “They would see you the same way. Or worse.”

“Let them judge,” you said, taking a step closer. “Let them think what they want. I don’t care, Viktor. Why do you?”

“Because I do not want you to endure what I have endured,” he said fiercely, turning to face you. “You deserve better than this place. Better than me.”

The words hung between you, heavy and damning.

“Don’t you dare decide what I deserve,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You think I don’t know what this world is like? What people like them think of people like us? I do, Viktor. But I would endure it a hundred times over if it meant being with you. So why can’t you let me decide that for myself?”

He stared at you, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched, filled only by the faint hum of the machinery around you.

Then, finally, he spoke. “Because I’m afraid,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Afraid of losing you. Afraid that... that if you stay too close to me, this world will crush you the way it has tried to crush me.”

You stopped, his words robbing you of your breath. The anger that had carried you here faltered, giving way to something softer, something more vulnerable. He wasn’t ashamed of you. He was afraid.

Though his words didn't extinguish all of the fire of your frustration, your gaze softened, and you stepped closer, close enough that you could see the slight tremor in his hands, the way his chest rose and fell as though each breath was a battle.

“Viktor,” you said gently, “I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of them. I’ve survived Zaun, haven’t I?”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Zaun may be harsh, but it is honest. Piltover... it is sharp in ways you cannot see. You do not know what it is to be dissected, to be dismissed with a smile. It is cruelty dressed in gold, and I—” He broke off, his voice catching. “I could not bear to see it touch you.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing his hand where it rested on the table. He flinched, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you slipped your hand into his, squeezing gently.

“I’ve been through storms, Viktor,” you said softly. “I won’t shatter because someone here thinks less of me. You have to trust me.”

He met your gaze, the weight of his fears reflected in the golden depths of his eyes. And then, as though the dam had broken, he closed the distance between you, cupping your face with trembling hands.

“I have tried,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I have tried to keep you safe, to keep you away from all this. But I... I cannot. I cannot keep myself away from you.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, as though he was pouring every unsaid word, every unspoken fear and hope, into that single moment. For a heartbeat, the world outside the lab fell away—Piltover’s gleaming towers, Zaun’s shadowed streets, the endless weight of their struggles. There was only him, only you.

You hesitated, your body frozen in the whirlwind of emotions. Then you felt it—his tears on your cheeks, warm and unyielding, as though they carried the weight of every burden he had shouldered alone. It was that touch, more than the kiss itself, that undid you.

For so long, you had built walls of your own, convincing yourself you could carry the unspoken love in silence, that it was enough to be near him. But in that moment, you knew: love demanded trust, not just from him, but from you. Trust in the man before you, in the bond you had forged through years of hardship and laughter, hope and pain.

You gave in, melting into him as your hand found the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips moved against his, answering every plea with a promise of your own. The kiss deepened, your tears mingling with his as you surrendered to the love you had carried for him, quietly, always.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both trembling, breathless. His forehead rested against yours, his hand lingering at your cheek as if afraid to let go. His voice came as a whisper, raw and vulnerable.

“I was wrong to push you away,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I thought I could protect you, but I see now... I was only hurting us both.”

You searched his eyes, finding the weight of his apology there, but also something deeper—a glimmer of the man you had always known, the boy you had grown up beside. “You don’t have to carry everything alone, Viktor,” you murmured, your hand covering his. “You never did.”

He closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath. “I just...” he began, his voice faltering. “I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

“You won’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady even as your heart ached for him. “Not to Piltover, not to your fears, not to anything. I’m here, Viktor. I always have been.”

His gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as if your words had pulled him back from the edge. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.

“Then it’s a good thing love isn’t about deserving,” you replied, your own smile breaking through your tear-stained gaze.

For the first time in what felt like years, you saw hope in his expression—a fragile, flickering thing, but real nonetheless. And for the first time, you let yourself believe that the fractures between you could be healed, that together, you could weather the storms to come.

The lab was quiet again, but this time it felt like a sanctuary, a place where the past and future could finally meet.

“Come back to Zaun with me sometime,” you said after a while, your voice soft but carrying a playful edge. “Even if it’s just to remind yourself where you belong.”

Viktor’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile.

“I will,” he said, his voice steadier than before, “It's about time I stop running. And I start trying to make this right.”

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Worth the Fight

Sevika x reader

a/n: no descriptive terms used for reader!

warnings: slight arcane act 2 spoilers READ AT YOUR OWN DIGRESSION, hurt/comfort, domestic!sev, isha & jinx mention!

word count: 2581

Adrenaline thumps with a high pressure through Sevika’s veins. She can feel her heart pumping so hard she wonders how it doesn’t burst through her chest. This is not what she expected when Jinx agreed to breaking into Stillwater. The place isn’t necessarily the most welcoming (even though she is very familiar with the prison) yet, a ten-foot-something killing beast was not on her bingo card. At this point she wonders why she has any expectations when Jinx is involved.

These past few weeks, Sevika has wondered if this is what will finally kill her. If all she ever has been good for has been a soldier. First under Vander, then under Silco, and now? She tries to keep hope, but all she can feel is despair. The dark and looming feeling felt thick in her throat like the gray. Decaying her insides until she asphyxiates on its rot. That is until she comes home to you. All of her doubt leaves her body once she steps foot into your shared space. The smell of your body wash mixed with the candles you always have lit immediately relaxes her. Her shoulders no longer feel like it's holding the weight of Zaun once she’s home. Meeting you has single handedly given her a new wind beneath her wings.

Throughout her time fighting for independence, she quickly realized just how insignificant her life is, or at least that’s what she’s been told. She is always putting her life on the line for the greater good. She stopped fighting so that she could live the life she thinks everyone else deserves. Hell, she doesn’t believe she deserves half of what she is fighting for. Sevika knows she has done some unsavory things in her past. Things she won’t ever forgive herself for doing. Gods, Janna knows she’s been nothing close to a saint. There are things she’s done that haunt her in her dreams, and she thought she has come to terms with this fact. The fact that not all is good in love and war. Not all of the horrors she's experienced and been on the other side of producing were necessary.

She never saw a life for herself post Zaun independence. Ever since she joined the fight, she's only seen herself dying alone in one of three places: in a fight, in the brothel, and at the end of a bottle. So she drank and smoked and gambled and fought her life away, because it's the least she could do. She fights so that the next generation doesn't need to skirmish with each other in the lanes. She fights so that not another kid gets orphaned by the mines or the chembarrons, or shit, even shimmer, but fighting for her own life never even crossed her mind. Who could blame her if that is all she’s known? Her deadbeat father didn’t teach her the value of her worth, that's for sure. So, why would she bat an eye at her reckless lifestyle? Unexpectedly, that all changed. She didn’t see herself as valuable until you came into her life. You and your unabashed love for her. You and the light you bring to every room you step in. You and your confidence in Sevika to come back home to you. If Sevika is one thing she is loyal, and fiercely loyal she is to you. So when her priorities lied loyal to you, she was forced to come to terms she never even dreamed of having. The sole idea of growing old and having a love like in the fairytales made her feel like a young girl again. Yet, this led to turmoil within her head. She now has to break down all of the things she’s barred herself from receiving, all of the chances at a semi-normal life. She now has to realize just how much she does want to live, and that is where her true fears lie.

Sevika didn’t start consciously fighting until you opened her eyes to what love is. She couldn;t deal with the heartbreak she brought you when she came home two weeks late after the blast. She will never forget the sobs of relief you made when she hobbled into your shared space, the horror in your eyes when you noticed her arm missing. No matter how frustrated and full of emotions you were, you never yelled. This is when Sevika knew you were it for her. Many times in her younger years did she disregard the advancements of genuine connections from others. She would meet someone, enjoy their company for a few weeks and then essentially ghost them. Only to return weeks if not months later looking for some fun. This never bode well with her flings; leaving constant screaming matches in her wake left her ears ringing with a headache. So when she essentially did the same to you (under different circumstances) Seviks assumed the same would be with you. Yet, to her surprise you stayed. She never understood how a gentle love found her. She spends her restless nights looking at the silhouette of your face, wondering how and why you chose her. Her whole life has been filled with loss and pain, gentleness is not something she has ever experienced.

“Sevika, take her and go!” Jinx cries as she tosses Isha’s small and frail body into Sevika’s muscular one.

Her eyebrows knit together as her body moves before her brain thinks. She must’ve frozen at the sight of the large beast slaughtering several Enforcers. With no second thought, her body is sprinting as fast as she can. The young girl in her arm (that she has started to grow fond of) lets out a series of cries as she tries to wiggle out of her protective grasp. Her cries drive Sevika to find a way out of the prison. The whimpers of the mute girl bore into her brain as memories of her as a young child resurface. The tears dripping onto her bicep keep her moving.

Sevika is unable to produce words to the young girl. She curses as she knows that the words and emotions were more of your thing. Sevika wants to comfort her and tell her that Jinx will be okay, but even she doesn’t know that for sure.

So, she tries to think of things you would do to keep Isha happy. How your gentle presence allowed for the orphan girl to have a liking to you. She tries to caress her head the way you’ve done when putting her to sleep, but the lack of another arm leaves it more difficult. The best thing she can do is ensure the girl's safety. Sevika shakes her head and digs deep in her bones for extra fuel. Her body aches and has been aching extra hard these past days, but giving up is not an option. So, she thinks of anything but the carnage she just bore witness to and the heaviness of her legs slapping against the harsh concrete. Images of rare late mornings with you start playing in her mind. The sleepy cuddles with you raking your fingers through her hair and caressing her cheek play like a bitter sweet movie. The face you made when she came home with Jinx and Isha follows next. The softness that overcame your features when Isha peaked from behind Jinx’s leg left a feeling in Sevika’s chest that she never felt before. Warmth radiated through her heart like turning on a heater on the first day of winter.These thoughts carried her from topside to your shared home in Zaun.

The heavy footfalls outside of your humble apartment left your blood fall chill. Flashbacks to when Sevika came back from nearly dying left your heart beat pumping triple time. The door flings open to see a disheveled Sevika carrying an almost identical disheveled Isha. Your heart sinks as you piece what most likely had happened.

“Baby?” Your voice cracks as you walk closer to assess damages.

Sevika tries to hold on for you and for Isha, but knows if she speaks, tears will come. So she resorts to grunting. She hands Isha over to you and walks to the bathroom. You gape at her for a moment before springing to action. It isn’t until you feed, bathe, and clothe the young girl until you see Sevika step out of the room. You take that as a sign that she is ready to speak and you carry the young girl to the couch. Isha is knocked out at this point, you assume the combination of her crying and all that just went on really worn her out. You give the girl one last rub on the back and leave her with a kiss to the forehead.

You pass the kitchen to see the plate that you had left for Sevika to have been gone and in the sink ready to be cleaned. A small smile adorns your face as you are grateful for the fact that she was able to eat. You grab two glasses and fill them with water for you to bring to your shared bedroom.

You gently knock on the door before opening to see Sevika staring out the window. You make your way over to her side of the bed and rest the glasses of water on the nightstand. She doesn't even notice your presence until a small ‘clink’ of the glasses takes her out of her trance.

“Baby, what happened?” You take a seat right next to your lover, raking your fingertips up and down her spine. You can feel just how tense her whole body is as she sits rigid like a statue.

A shaky sigh is let out from Sevika as her eye contact remains looking at the darkness outside. The two of you just sit in silence for a bit until Sevika is able to start from the beginning. She lets you know just how terrified she actually felt at that time, she lets you know just how weak she felt without her arm, and she lets you know how you and Isha were the only things keeping her going. She lets you know how you were her north star and how without you, she would have just given up.

“I don’t even know what I am doing anymore, babe.” A stray tear finds its way down her cheek.

“All I ever do is fight and I just don’t know how much more I have in me. I'm tired…I am so tired.” More tears silently flow against your lover's cheek, breaking your heart at the sight. You caress her cheek, wiping away the tears she was too lazy to do herself.

Tiny cracks in your heart open like bullet wounds at her admission of her thoughts. You’ve known this to be true for a long time, yet being the protector that she is, Sevika never opened up to you about it. It is now time for you to put your strong face on and pick her up when she’s low, just like how she’s done for everyone else her entire life. You turn her face to look at yours, your tender hand contrasting her firm jaw. Sevika is reluctant to show you her brokenness, but she is just too tired to care at this point. Her eyes look past yours, darting around the room to find anywhere but your eyes.

“Look at me, honey.” You caress her cheek in hopes to coax her out of her mental prison. Your patience knows no bounds and that makes Sevika feel things she can’t even start to comprehend alone.

Her eyes trail to your own, swimming with emotion. She sees her future in your eyes and it scares her. You give her an encouraging smile and she feels her walls cracking.

“I- You’ve made me realize the things that I wish I could have and it scares me. I had nothing to lose for so long, and now I have so much on the line.” Her eyebrows furrow.

“Seeing the way you’ve completely changed my life confuses me. I know I don’t deserve a life that you are making me dream of.” Your eyes go wide at her confession to you.

“I never gave myself the opportunity to even imagine a world where I’m not alone, you know? But that day I came home to you after the explosion…It confused me. You have been the only constant in my life and I guess it just really hit today.” She nuzzles her face into your palm as you kiss the top of her head.

“Baby, you it hurts me to know that you can’t see just how much you deserve.” You lean in so that both of your foreheads are touching. Your eyes never leave her puppy dog grays.

“Because you know I am with you until the end. You are it for me Sev, you hear me? Whatever it takes.” You can barely get out the last of your words before Sevika is kissing you with all of the energy she has left. She may not be the best with her words, but she needs you to understand just exactly how you make her feel.

The kiss deepens as tears shed freely between the pair of you. Your bodies pressing close to one another, trying to engulf each other to become one. It gets to a point where Sevika has to pull away to catch her breath, but she doesn’t let you go too far. She stares at you in silence, taking in every aspect of your being.

“I’m terrified because you make me want those things. Having Isha here and seeing how you take care of her…” Sevika turns her head in slight embarrassment.

A huge smile adorns your face as you try and not scare her from opening up.

“Do you mean?” You whisper, afraid that if you spoke any louder you’d jinx (no pun intended) yourself.

Sevika’s face is hot with awkwardness at her vulnerability. She hasn’t spoken these words aloud to anyone, especially yourself.

“I want to keep waking up to you and Isha making breakfast. I want to keep teaching her how to tinker and fix things. I want to come home from work to see you both dancing in the living room. I want to grow old with you, baby. Seeing just how quick all of that could have went away, Gods that fucked me up.” She uses her hand to tug her hair away from her eyes.

“You were the only thing on my mind. I had to keep going for you and Isha.”

And now it is your turn to start crying. Your tears freely fall for the love of your life. The privilege you have had to see Sevika grow into the woman who is sitting in front of you.

“I want all of that with you, are you kidding me? You’re the woman of my dreams babe. Whether you like it or not you’re stuck with me.” You laugh teary eyed and smile at the smirk your lover returns.

The two of you share quite giggles as you both crawl into bed. The day is finally settling and Sevika is definitely feeling its effects. You hold her in your arms and try to burn this into your memory forever.

“So…you wanna be Mama Sev, huh?” You tease and laugh at her body going rigid.

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