#Instead he's just being turned down by Silco's son

[goddessofroyalty]

Viktor/Finn thoughts now. NOW. Give it to us. We require sustenance.

How did they meet? Is there a genuine attraction there, or like a crush on his father's business partner for young Viktor? Or a crush on his bosses cute son for Finn? Or is it all just a bid for more power by marrying into the most powerful family in Zaun?

What's Vander and Silco's thoughts on this? I can absolutely see a scenerio of, Silco seeing Finn & Viktor flirting and the next time they see each other Finn is missing like 3 fingers lmao. The siblings are probably all SUPER overprotective of him too (as they always are lol)

And of course, poor Jayce, I can imagine he feels so so insecure if he ever finds out Viktor used to date/crush on this tattooed, cyber-modded Chembaron, he's just like raw white bread in comparison lol, but hey Viktor loves some white bread <3

The fanart this is all entirely to be blamed on.

And alright this is one of those things where I'm possible fudging their ages but I don't really care. They met when they were teenagers a little before Viktor moved to Piltover (so Viktor was like 14ish and Finn was 16ish) and it was because Finn was working for Silco at that point so tended to be around a bit. It's a bit of a combo between crush on boss's cute kid and trying to marry into the family. Like if Viktor wasn't Silco's kid Finn might not be as interested in him but he does still very much think Viktor's attractive especially once they get into ages where those 2 years don't make Viktor look like a kid compared to him (so it's a bit... he would have gone after him anyway but the fact Viktor's not bad on the eyes helps).

He's not subtle about it either. And while he isn't pushy he also is not accepting the 'no' Viktor has been giving him since Day One. So every time they run into each other he's laying it on thick that Viktor should come home with him, they'd make good husbands, etc, etc. And while at first Viktor was just flustered and defensive about it (he wasn't really interested in relationships at the time and the world of dating was all very new to him generally) as he gets old he tends to string Finn along a little before dropping the "no" again. I do sometimes play with the idea that they did very briefly date when they were younger but Viktor moving to Piltover kind of killed their chances because of the distance/Viktor throwing himself into his studies.

Silco isn't happy about it at all. But Finn continues to sit on just the side of the line where Silco can't overtly act on it without looking like he's the one blowing it out of proportion. Although that doesn't stop him from reminding Finn to keep his eyes and hands to himself and that he does not want him as a son-in-law and will happily maim him before letting that happen.

Vander is a bit more willing to let Viktor handle it himself. Yeah he'll step in if Finn crosses a line and probably has a lot of opinions and comments about the kid but Viktor does have to learn to navigate a world where there are people interested in him for his parents and does seem to be managing it himself fine enough.

Jayce doesn't know what to make of Finn honestly. Because on one hand yeah Finn is powerful in Zaun and there are things he shares with Viktor as a result that Jayce doesn't. On the other hand Finn is kind of worlds away from just about everyone in Piltover so Jayce really doesn't know how to approach him generally. Nor how he's supposed to handle the fact this guy is flirting with Viktor (and Viktor is playing alone??? Oh wait no he's turning him down. Does [Jayce] need to back him up in telling this guy to fuck of??? He really doesn't know). But Viktor assures him that anything that was between them is very much in the past now, he's not interested. But, yeah, Jayce doesn't know how to feel about it.

#Zaun Family #Viktor Arcane #Finn Arcane #Silco Arcane #Vander Arcane #Jayce Arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon Question #I mean Finn should be happy #he doesn't die in this verse for stupidly trying to betray Silco #Instead he's just being turned down by Silco's son #not even like humiliated-turned-down #(unless he makes the situation one where there's no way to without humilating him) #he has plenty of other omegas interested in him #just not Viktor (because they're not compatible in this verse)

[medic-simp]

Dad!Silco Headcannons 🥰

How would Silco feel about a child of his own? Let's find out together!

Content Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, Silco fumbling in the delivery room

Author's Note: By "Dad!Silco" I mean Silco with a biological child

• The first step for being a Dad is becoming a Dad, and Silco has no idea how to do that.

• Yes, yes, he has Jinx; but how does one have a child of their own?

• Of course the birds and the bees, he knows that much, but how does he suppose to ask his partner about such a heavy commitment?

• How will they respond; is it too much to ask for; will they leave him for this; is he so selfish to ask for a child?

• All of these questions and more weigh heavy on his mind, and for the first time in a long time, Silco feels completely, and considerably lost and awkward.

• If he decides to sit you down and talk about it, prepare for it to be extremely awkward.

• His speech will absolutely sound robotic; it's because he had flashcards that he practiced in the mirror beforehand.

• When the talk concludes positively, that you'll carry his child, things turn to utter sappy romance.

• Kissing and holding until you're just a pile of limbs on the bed and he's pressed deep inside of you.

• Tenderness is a solid 50/50; he could love you slow and unhurried until climax, whispering beautiful things to you all the while.

• Orrrrrr... he could take you like an animal, growling out his ownership of you, how he plans to mark you as his and the pride he'll take in your body swelling with his child.

• Fast forward a little bit, the good news arrives but you have to break it to Jinx, and naturally, it's very difficult to tell what her reaction will be.

• She's surprisingly mild about it, not seeing too much threat in it, but warning that she will not be sharing any of her bombs and gadgets with anyone or anything.

• Baby included.

• Fast forward nine months, Silco is in the delivery room with you and feeling a lot of different things.

• Heartbreak, joy, anxiety, pride, stress.

• This man has been stressed over many things in his life, he's quite familiar with stress, but this particular stress he has no idea how to handle.

• Seeing his partner in pain, putting their entirety into the life they've made together, and he can't do anything except be there for them.

• Really, he feels a little bit pathetic.

• I imagine he was legitimately twiddling his thumbs for a short little while.

• The baby is too quickly in the hands of doctors once it leaves you, and Silco is ready to break a man's nose if he doesn't get to see his child soon.

• The knowing look you give him from your bed is enough to keep him from making a scene.

• But once the baby--his baby--your baby--is back, all of that is gone and instead replaced by a featherlight soar in his chest that has him feeling a little faint.

• No words are spoken between the two of you as you hold your pride and joy, only loving glances and exhausted, tender kisses.

• If it's a boy, you can expect Jinx to have a new playmate.

• Silco would see much of his younger self in his son; sensitive, bright-eyed, ambitious, positive, and quite clever--though, Silco certainly never lost that characteristic.

• This little boy will bring out a very youthful and social part of Jinx that she hadn't been able to express before, just stuck in a world of adults.

• Though she swore not a soul would mess with her bombs, she would make an unexpected exception for her brother.

• If you're gifted another daughter, Silco will be steeling himself to live in a woman-owned household.

• Not only with Sevika who, although isn't quite part of the family, certainly is a major part of his life, but also his daughter who turns out to be a little bossy herself.

• She's tender with Jinx though--or, Jinx is tender with her.

• Being able to connect with a younger soul that understands any and all silly, girlish thoughts and ideas means a lot to her.

• Jinx will teach her sister how to paint nails, braid hair, and even be a little more cautious with gunpowder around the youngster.

• Boy or girl, Jinx is delighted to have a playmate and someone to care for in a sense.

• Jinx having someone else to spend time and bond with is a great deal of pressure of you and Silco both, not having to tend to her as much.

• Of course there is supervision, bombs and gadgets and whatnot; but Jinx and your child are entirely content in each other's company.

• Silco will always look at his family with pride, especially you who--at this point--have given him so much to be proud of.

• At the end of each day, he is comforted by the knowledge that he can settle into bed with you and hold you, kiss you, spoil you, love you, eternally grateful for everything under his damned roof.

#silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco arcane #headcannons #silco headcannons #arcane headcannons #dad silco #silco being a silly father

[hotxcheeto]

Vi x Reader, where the Reader grew up with Vi and Powder before Vander took them in. Their biological families knew each other before the incident. The Reader's father made weapons like swords and bows, etc... while her mother was a councilor in Piltover and close friends with Caitlyn's mother. She fell in love with the Reader's father and at some point they live in Zaun, where they met Vi and Powder's parents. They were close as the years went on, and then the incident happened when their parents died, and Vander took them in. Once they were separated when Vander died, Jinx was taken by Silco, Vi went to Stillwater, and the Reader evaded the corrupt enforcers working for Silco, and starting fighting in an underground fight club. After Caitlyn got Vi out of Stillwater, they eventually ran into Jinx and Ekko respectively, and after the Firelights caught Vi and Caitlyn, Vi asks about the Reader, and he mentions he knows where to find her and Jinx. That the Reader saved her from Silco, and they joined forces, and he leads them to the club, just as the Reader is named the champion or at the start of the last match that leads to that, and they hear Jinx cheer the Reader on, afterwards they speak with them and head to the Reader's and Jinx's place since their roommates, they catch up properly. Sometime later, Vi and the Reader go to the where the old punching machine is located and Vi sees that her high score is shared with the Reader. They share a moment together, including where the Reader reveals to Vi that her and Jinx were going to break her out of Stillwater, but Caitlyn beat them to it, and they offically get together, and later when they return, Caitlyn mentions that her mother wishes to speak with her, the Reader, so she can make things right for not being there in the past since her mother was close friends with her, and she swore to look after her if anything happened.

━ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐏𝐓 #𝟏

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Fight, blood, wounds, cursing, talk of death, angst, fluff at the end

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope/I ran it through google docs :|

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This is part one, some things may not pertain to the story don't kidnap my first born son because of it. Thank you.

Lights were bright. Everyone on edge as you and a man you didn't know stood in front of each other. Both bloody, bruised, and wishing you would've taken a different career path. The referee, or a woman you'd met in a bar, raised her hand. Signaling final round.

Everyone cheered as she did this. Your hair was pushed back, half up and half down, but you wished you should've cut it before the fight. You were sweating, you felt disgusting. The pain throughout your body felt like nothing you'd ever been through.

Not since you were a kid. You cracked your neck, looking up at the room above the arena. Crowds of people but no sight of your favorite blue haired girl. You then scanned the ground, spitting some blood onto the floor. Nothing. No sight of Jinx.

"Fuck." You whispered, the crowd cheering loudly once again as the referee raised both hands. Backing up from the both of you towards the door in the gate. Her hands then moved down. Raising your fists you glared at the man across from you.

He didn't gloat this time, instead swinging at you as you dodged it. Hitting him in the back of the neck making him stumble forward.

You swung again, hitting him in the same spot, making him fall onto his knees. The crowd screaming at the top of it's lungs. Cheering a shit load of things you couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry." You muttered, the man beginning to turn around when you kicked him in the face. "But I need that money." You looked up, meeting eyes with a ghost. A girl that was dead. "Jesus, how much blood have I lost?" You muttered, before your eyes moved to Jinx. Staring at you teary eyed, her hand clutching a gun.

You didn't get to make your final move, the guy's fist colliding with your face. The crowd was screaming. Most of anger and rage. You fell to the floor, struggling to get back up when you felt him grab the back of your head. Clutching your hair.

You turned your entire body, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine before pulling your fist back. Landing it right into his nose. You quickly scattered to a stand, the man laying nearly motionless on the ground.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You whispered, looking back over at the girl that hadn't moved. Watching you with wide eyes. She was real, wasn't she? Or had you finally begun bleeding out? You weren't sure anymore. Was the room spinning? And what was the referee saying again?

"Y/n L/n!" She grabbed your wrist, raising it in the air while people cheered. Her worried eyes landing on you. "Jinx needs you." "Yeah, I saw that. When my face caught his fist." You muttered, lowering your arm again. "You need to go down to Medical. I'll tell her to meet you down there." "No, no she needs me. Thanks though, Jess."

You began wandering towards the chain-link door. The woman stopped you as you fell against it.

"You need medical help." She turned you around, putting both hands on the sides of your face. "Right fucking now. You're fucked up Y/n. Her and that pink-haired girl she brought can wait." Your eyes widened a bit, a groan escaping your lips and Jess dragged you towards the other door.

"So it wasn't a hallucination?" "What was?" You shook your head, nothing. She walked you down the small staircase and down the hallway to the medical room. The doctor taking you almost immediately.

"Fucking hell Y/n. He got you good." "I won though." You grinned through a lot of pain. Your teeth bloody. "Good. Those men who bet on you didn't seem to take kindly to losers." You hummed, jumping when the door swung open so hard it bounced off the wall.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" You raised your eyebrows, turning to look towards the door but were met with someone's chest. Looking up just a bit, there she was. "V- '' She grabbed your head, holding you against her, her breath becoming shaky.

Jinx stood quietly at the door, looking at the floor while muttering to herself. Your bloody hands slowly moving to hold Vi's waist. Hugging her closer, tears beginning to fall.

"You're dead?" "Not anymore." She muttered, pulling away from you, kneeling down to come face to face with you. "How'd you find me?" "Ekko. He had to go." You nodded, before she spoke again. "What the fuck was that?" "Me, earning money." She stared at you confused, your eyes moving upwards towards someone in a familiar outfit.

"What is she doing here?" "Told you Y/n wouldn't like her." Jinx spoke condescendingly, a little grin playing on her lips. Pushing her hair from her face. "She's an enforcer, Y/n/n." Jinx then added. "Yeah, I see that, why the fuck would you bring her here?" You looked down at Vi angrily, the girl staring back with a look of slight shock.

"She helped me get out. To find you. She's on our side." "No fucking enforcer is on our side. Not since they- fuck you Violet." You pushed her back, standing up from the medical table. Stumbling towards the doctor. "Give me my shit and let me deal with it. I'll be fine."

"Y/n-" "Please." He nodded, handing you a few things before moving to let you leave. You grabbed Jinx's upper arm before walking out of the room. Turning down the hallway. "Y/n-" You let go of Jinx, whipping around to Vi.

"I don't care if she helped you. I don't trust her and you walk her right into the place that is the only thing keeping me above a giant ocean of shit. Do you understand that?" You asked, getting close to her. "Fucking listen to me. She saved my ass. She's the reason I'm here." You laughed, shaking your head.

"Fuck you." You turned around to walk away again when you grunted. Falling against the wall, dropping the things in your hand. Holding your side you took a few deep breaths, struggling to move. "Y/n..." Vi moved forward while the enforcer picked the medical supplies up. Jinx watching you worriedly.

"I'm fine. Don't touch me." Her hands moved back, hovering over your arms. Just barely touching you while you leaned against the wall. "I'm okay." She stared at you sadly, your eyes meeting hers while you shook your head. "You should've never come back." You regretted it as soon as it passed your lips.

But you walked away, limping, holding your side in pain. Abandoning the medical things the enforcer was holding.

"No, no I'm not fucking taking that, Y/n. You're hurt, I'm sorry I brought her here. But she can help." You continued stumbling away, before being ripped around, held by your shoulders in front of Vi.

"Let me-" "No. I'm not letting you go again. Powder or you." "Her name is Jinx." You defended, your words laced with venom. "Fuck, Powder, Jinx, whatever. I'm fucking talking to you. Please. Talk to me." You looked at the tall girl behind her before shrugging.

"Not with her." "Then she can stay in a different room." Vi took in a sharp breath, looking at the enforcer before nodding. You moved away from Vi, going over to Jinx. "Take her to Jess." You whispered, watching her nod. "Don't kill her." "Yet?" Jinx tilted her head, looking at Vi before glaring at the girl.

You took the medical supplies from her hands. Getting close to Jinx again.

"At all. Until I say otherwise." "Excuse me?" You looked at the enforcer before nodding to Jinx. "C'mon. We don't want the sharks to get you. They bite." She teased, you turned back to Vi nodding for her to begin walking. "Is she-" "She'll be fine." You muttered.

"When'd you make this place?" "I didn't. I mean... I did. But not by choice. I started fighting for money. Using what... you'd taught me." She smiled a bit to herself, watching as you fumbled, holding everything in your arms.

"Here." "I got it." "Let me help you." "Vi-" She stopped walking, taking some of the things from your arms, nearly all of it. "Vi." "Let me." She said softer, looking into your eyes as you nodded. "My savior." You teased, both of you beginning to walk again.

"When I got bigger, I started making a name for myself. I met Jess. She's been making sure I get my money. Making sure I stay alive. Same with Jinx." Vi stared at you, her eyebrows furrowing before you suddenly stopped.

"I stay here, sometimes. When I get bad. Me and Jinx live across Zaun. Too far sometimes." She nodded, watching you pull out a key before opening up the door. Nearly falling onto the floor. "Hey, hey." Vi dropped the stuff onto the bedside table. Moving to your side, helping you to sit on the bed.

"So, you and Jess?" "If you're asking if we're dating. We're not. She's a really good friend." Vi nodded, avoiding your eyes as she picked up a rag, wetting it with a bottle of water that was set on your table. "Roll up-" "Yeah, yeah I got it." You rolled up your shirt and laid back.

"This might sting a little." "I know." You grumbled as she placed the rag on your cut, causing you two hiss. "Mother fucker!" "Hey, it's alright." She looked up at you while you bit your lip. Nodding. "Hurts." "I know." Vi mumbled, going easier as she wiped the blood from the cuts on your skin.

"Vi?" "Hm." "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it..." "I know, Sweets." You laid your head against the wall. Staring up at the ceiling, your breath shallow, biting down hard on your lip. "What about you? How are you alive?" "Prison. I was in Stillwater." "Wha- Mother- Fuck!" "Shit. Sorry Sweets."

"Please, easier." She nodded. "Don't worry, I'm done now." "Good." She pulled your shirt down, covering your stomach. "So, prison? How'd that go?" She smiled, sitting down beside you. "Terrible." "Any prison wives?" You smiled, raising your eyebrows.

"No." "C'mon. You're telling me you were in prison that long and have nobody?" She blushed, looking away. "Shut it. I had other things to think about." "Like what?" "You." She said without missing a beat before her face nearly turned the color of her hair. "A-And Powder. Both of you. I- I worried about both of-"

You laughed, moving her hair from her face. "I missed you too, Vi." You teased, but she could hear the seriousness in your voice. Your hand running down her cheek, tracing her jaw.

"You look so... grown up now." "I could say the same about you." She smiled, your finger running over the corner of her mouth. Before you suddenly pulled away, standing up and going over to the cracked mirror.

"I'm not sure you should be here." You muttered, fixing your hair before looking at her. "It isn't safe here, I mean." "So where is? Silco is in charge, nowhere is safe down here anymore." You huffed, turning around and walking up to her, still sitting on the bed.

"Away from here. And away from the guy's I just won against. Not everyone plays fair and square." You grabbed her hands, pulling her up from the bed. "Let's go." "Where?" "My home. Or... my home away from home."

Everyone stood in the living room. Jinx by your side, glaring at Caitlyn who didn't quite know where to look.

"I know who you are." Caitlyn finally spoke, your eyes moving from the floor up to meet her blue ones. "What?" "Your mother... she... she was my mother's friend." You closed your eyes for a moment, laying your head against the wall. Before you laughed.

"You're a Kiramman. My mom told me about yours. Before, y'know, the enforcers killed her." Caitlyn stepped back, taken off guard by the sudden revelation. "I'm sorry." "You should be. They couldn't accept my dad because of his reputation. He changed. He was human. And now they're dead. You don't get to say you're sorry."

"Y/n, that's not on her." You looked over to Vi shaking your head. "No, it's on her mom." Caitlyn looked down at the floor with an upset expression. Sadness in her eyes, your anger beginning to fade. "She doesn't get it. She won't get it!" Jinx yelled, holding up a gun she'd pulled from somewhere in the room. A tear falling from her face.

"Pow-" "Jinx put the gun down. You set your hand on her arm, looking into her eyes. A scared little girl hiding behind them. An abandoned sister begging to be accepted. "Please. We can work this out." "How?" She growled, Caitlyn beginning to back up in fear, grabbing Vi's arm.

"See, she's not with us! She's with her!" You looked at Vi, the girl moving away from Caitlyn and putting her hands up. "You're my sister." "She missed you, Jinx. She told me." The girl met your eyes, tears still falling while she stepped toward you. Allowing you to move her arm down.

"Nothing that happened then was our fault." Vi tried speaking but Jinx wouldn't look at her. Moving to hide her face in your shirt, ignoring her sister's words. "She's a liar." Jinx whispered, just you could hear her, or so you thought. Petting her hair back while looking up at Vi.

"It isn't you." You muttered looking at Vi, holding Jinx. "Come on." You whispered, shaking your head at Vi before walking into your room. Allowing Jinx to sit on the bed. "I'm gonna talk to them, okay?" "It's loud." "I know. But it's not real." She didn't respond, laying back on the bed.

You backed up out of the room again, turning to Vi. Caitlyn had sat down on the couch. Staring down at her hands.

"Silco got to her before I could. He.. he helped Jinx rise to the surface. And I'm grateful for that. Powder... Powder wasn't who she was. But neither is what he wanted her to be." You wiped your face with your hands.

"He wanted her to be... Jinx. Just Jinx, no Powder. And she couldn't be that. She liked to remember her past. Remember me, who, for a while, was on the brink of death at his feet." You looked at the ground, Vi walked behind you as you moved towards the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, grabbing a bottle of Vodka.

"She chose my side. After a shit ton of shit." You laughed, taking a gulp of the vodka. "I'm guess it's a long story?" "A fucking novel." You replied, holding the bottle out to her. She took it, downing a bit of it while making a face. A little smile finding it's way on yours.

"I'm guessing you don't get liquor in prison?" She shook her head handing it back to you. "I wish." "She's just... hurt. And I know you are too. It's gonna take time." You spoke softly, Vi nodding before looking down at you. Your eyes staring straight ahead.

She watched you take another drink of the burning liquid. Your face unwavering.

"Y/n?" "Hm?" You looked over at her, her eyes blown wide. Staring down at you. "Why'd you think I was dead?" "Marcus. Marcus said you were dead. Jinx said you were dead." Taking another drink of the liquor, you weren't expecting Vi to walk in front of you.

"What? I would've found a way to get you out if I knew." She nodded. "I know." "Then what?" You asked, slightly confused, staring at her with an amused smile. "I..."

She didn't say anything else. Grabbing your head and pulling you close, close enough to close the gap between you. Pressing you back against the counter. Pulling away for a split second before pressing her lips against yours again.

"Vi-" She pulled back, breathing heavily, holding her hands on your waist. "I'm not dead." "Good, cause kissing a corpse is gross." She smirked, her pupils blown wide. "Now about that enforcer... how does she know me?" "What do you mean, you were a councilor's daughter?" You shrugged.

"I was also never announced to the council."

A/n: Requests are open

#vi x yn #arcane vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #nevy writes

[chickenparm]

Read part 3 and----those last lines read suspiciously plott-y. AND I LOVE IT!

what? you want plot? literally anything for you jester-junk

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Marcus/f!Reader 1327 Words - SFW

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m very serious. Also very injured, not sure if I mentioned that.”

Marcus did not look impressed, watching you lean against the front doorway of his home with a hand clutched to your side that was steadily leaking onto his doorstep. You stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raising despite the near-debilitating pain in your side.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?”

“Strange, is that why you keep sneaking into my bedroom?” You taunted as he grabbed you by the front of your coat and pulled you inside, the door slamming shut behind you to cut out the rest of the world.

You knew it was late, but unfortunately there’s no way you’d make it back across the bridge in this condition - and even if you did, Silco would have a conniption fit at your carelessness. No, if Marcus had a first aid kit then you could stitch yourself up and Silco would be none the wiser.

“What happened?”

“Came up here snooping around for some info in… someone’s house. Turns out his son was home and he got the jump on me with a kitchen knife.”

Marcus sighed through his nose as he helped you further into the house, the obvious destination being the bathroom you could see at the end of the hall. As he pushed the door open and turned the light on, he asked quietly, “Is he dead?”

“I thought about it, but no. If it helps, the only reason I didn’t stick him was because it would have made more work for you in the morning.”

“How generous of you.”

Marcus’ deadpan actually made you laugh through the twinging of pain in your side from the slash between your ribs. He rummaged underneath the sink for a moment before pulling out the nicest kit you’d ever seen and set it on the lid of the toilert. Then he turned and lifted you by the hips to sit on the sink before you could even argue.

If his fingers lingered a bit too long against the sliver of skin revealed by your shirt riding up, then you just chalked it up to it being a few weeks since either of you’d seen each other. You weren’t sure about him, but it felt weird to screw around with anyone else. Whether that was because it was painfully boring and poor quality, or that you genuinely started to like being around him was still up in the air.

If anyone asked, it was just that the sex was good.

“Jacket and shirt off so I can see.”

“Yes, sir,” You mocked, slowly following his orders with a face twisted in pain at the movements you needed to make to get your arms out of your jacket and your shirt off. Luckily he helped at least a bit, sliding it down the arm on your injured side so you wouldn’t have to jostle it any further.

Patching you up was quick - his stitches were surprisingly even and practiced despite your constant bitching about the pain. You fully expected him to kick you out after he was finished, but he let you settle on the counter as he packed away the kit and disposed of the needle he used on you.

“Staying the night?”

That was not the question you expected. Asking you to leave? That was more in-character. But offering to let you rest here for the rest of the evening was so out of the blue that you stared at him in silence. Marcus noticed your shocked gaze and said nothing, instead grabbing the towel off the wall and nudging you to the side to get it wet and wring it out.

Nudging your thighs apart, he stepped between them to run the wet part of the towel across your bare skin, rubbing away the drying blood that had fallen while he fixed you. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking stock of the set of his jaw and the way his eyes seemed to roam along your skin in ways that weren’t required for simply cleaning you off.

Finally, you answered his question quietly, barely more than a sigh.

“Yeah, I’ll stay if that’s alright.”

“You know I wouldn’t have offered it if it wasn’t. Probably should have just kicked you off my doorstep to begin with so your father doesn’t come hunting for you and give us matching scars.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this, partly humorous and part in disbelief, “You think me being here is what’ll get you stabbed? Not the fact that you and I are friends with many benefits?”

“You’re right. Fucking his daughter would definitely be the final straw.”

Marcus’ hand had long since stopped moving, his fingers laying across your ribs neatly above your stitches, fingertips bruising the side of your breast. You leaned into him a bit more, taking note of his scent - like soap. He must’ve showered not long before you arrived.

“If you’re going to die for it, might as well get your full mileage-”

“You want that in your condition?” Marcus looked you up and down, lingering on the angry red stitches at your side. You shrugged one shoulder as if to say you wouldn’t be opposed to it. There were ways the two of you could scratch that itch that didn’t involve you having to move around too much. It would be nice to be a passive participant for once.

Marcus emptied his lungs with a deep sigh before he stepped closer to grab your thighs and wrap them around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you set your chin on his shoulder to watch the hallway pass by as he carried you elsewhere in the house.

“Where’s the kid?”

“At my parents' house for the night - I got home too late from work to wake her and bring her home.”

That’s sweet, you thought absently as your hands slid under his arms and around his back. Marcus’ fingers dug into your thighs just a bit more, holding you tightly until you found yourself lowered onto a bed. You looked around the room as he stepped away, noting that it seemed very well lived-in with photographs on the walls and various knick-knacks and decor scattered around.

And underwear on the floor that you recognized from the last time the two of you had rolled in the sheets.

“Giving me your bed?”

“Sharing my bed,” Marcus corrected from where he was digging in the closet. He pulled out a shirt that seemed worn, and tossed it over his shoulder for you to wear. Not one to complain about free clothing, you slipped your bra off and pulled the shirt over your head. It was plenty long enough, so with a bit of struggle you kicked your pants off as well.

“I’m serious, we’re not fucking tonight,” Marcus warned as he pulled the blanket back and slid between the sheets. You crawled in next to him with a wince at the movement, and fully expected to roll away and go to sleep. Instead, as you laid with your back to him and nestled further into the pillows that smelled just like the soap he used, an arm slid around your waist and tugged you to a warm chest.

“Don’t say a word.”

“Didn’t plan on it, but now that you say that-”

A pinch to your hip bone had you cutting yourself off with laughter at the ticklish sensation, and the two of you fell into silence that lulled you into sleep when paired with the pressure of being held so neatly by the man at your back.

You didn’t want to think about why you enjoyed this so much, why your high-strung nerves from a night of work were suddenly calmed by the feeling of a strong arm around your body and gentle breaths at the base of your neck.

#marcus #marcus arcane #arcane marcus #marcus x reader #fluff #arcane #yeah bet you didn't think this was gonna be the hill i climb tonight

[eye-of-zaun]

It Dawns

People loved Fruits Of Labour (Thank you again!) and asked for a continuation. This focuses on Silco again and while it can technically count as a little Christmas special, it’s more sombre than you might expect. Still sweet, though.

Pairing: Silco x Reader (but can be read as Silco x OC, too, there are no names mentioned), focuses on Silco, though. Rating: T

Read on Ao3

Taglist: @sweatandwoe​​ @baisleyarts​​

His alarm hasn't gone off yet when Silco opens his eye. He's instead woken up by distant laughter outside. Heavy burgundy curtains keep the room pleasantly dark--a paramount feature necessary for Silco to fall asleep in the first place--but it's still bright enough to roughly make out the shape sleeping next to him. A small, tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth while he watches her breathe evenly. He turns and scoots closer, his arms slowly coming around a shapely waist, pulling himself flush against her. His lips--languid and slow in their movements--find her shoulder and plant a small trail of kisses up towards her neck. Yet, she doesn't wake up. Silco then nuzzles against the nape of her neck, breathing in the scent that was unmistakably hers. He sighs. He knew she was tired. Their son's been with them for a couple of months now and as lovely as he was, he kept them both up at night. Her more frequently than him. Silco often volunteered to try and put the baby back to sleep, but as soon as the boy was hungry, there wasn't much he could do but wake her up. 

Ultimately deciding to let her sleep he rolls over and sits up. Quietly slipping into his scuffs and dressing gown he walks over to the window and reaches for the curtain to peek outside. Condensed water collects around the edges of the windowpane. A tell-tale sign that it's cold out; has been for months now. Unfiltered sunlight rarely reaches the fissures this time of year and everything is dipped in a muted teal haze. A slight breeze carries snowflakes, though small and weak, through the streets. He yawns quietly, fogging up the window with his breath.

Topsiders call it the 'Time of Giving', but Fissurefolk aren't so enthusiastic about something as plain and simple as the change of season. Not when it ‘gives’ undue hardship. There is never enough to go around within the Undercity and wintertide makes everything that much harder. Foods and weathertight clothing become short of supply yet high in demand. People scraping together every last coin for essentials; anything else is an unaffordable luxury until Piltovan fields can be cultivated and trade can pick up again.

The City of Progress thrives, whilst the Fissures shrivel. 

But regardless of these tribulations, an air of festivity manifests throughout the Sumps each year. Accumulated gases and fumes keep the lower levels insulated and makes it just warm enough for snow to last barely a few hours, but watching green shimmering snowflakes flurry through the air can put even the grumpiest Zaunite in a wistful mood. With snow comes quiet. It urges people to slow down. To contemplate and realise what matters most. It keeps unnecessary trade off the streets and instead fills them with children trying to catch flakes mid-air or look at their intricate patterns before they melt between barely gloved fingers. 

With businesses gradually going into hibernation, The Last Drop's sales inevitably drop as well; it seems even Shimmer addicts could prioritise in these harsh times. Fewer patrons frequent the bar and a sobering amount of beers are pulled each night. And while this would be a financial catastrophe for most, Silco views this as a welcome change of pace to be with his own family. Being the head of the chem-barons and de facto leader of the Undercity with an enterprise so vast he doesn't have to worry about the cash flow ever running dry. However, Silco isn't someone to ever partake in Topside's tradition of holiday consumerism. No decorations appear in or outside his club. The music within doesn't change either. Gifts are something given whenever he sees fit throughout the year, not when tradition dictates it. What he does indulge in, is spending these quieter moments to enjoy something he's barely known for the majority of his life: quality time with his family. 

Soft cooing pulls him out of his thoughts. Stepping away from the window, he walks to the cradle standing near their bed. He leans over it, reaches down, and carefully lifts his son up into his arms. 

Silco nuzzles into his cherubic cheek and whispers, "Shall we give her some rest?" 

A faint gurgling noise is his answer and he nods in affirmation.

"Very well." 

With one last glance over to the bed, he leaves the bedroom and quietly makes his way downstairs. He readjusts the small blanket to wrap it more firmly around his son. Silco isn't bothered by the slight draught that persists through the entirety of the building but he doesn't want to risk his child catching a cold whilst in such a vulnerable state.

Softly rocking him with one arm as he comes to the door leading to his office, Silco hears clattering sounds from the other side, making him pause. Brows furrowing, he instinctively angles his body so his son won't be in the immediate line of sight. Pressing him closer to his chest, he pushes the handle down and squints through the door crack. What he sees makes his hairs stand on end. 

Jinx is balancing on the backrest of his desk chair trying to reach towards the rafters, a peculiar contraption clutched in her hands. The chair lurches dangerously to and fro with her movements.

"Come ooon! Just a bit more--"

"Jinx!" 

The girl yelps and loses her balance. Silco's stomach drops as he moves instinctively. A moment before the chair topples over, his right arm snakes around her midriff and pulls her away. 

The chair loudly bangs against the desk and his startled son's hiccups hint that he's on the verge of crying. Jinx wiggles out of his grasp, puffing while doing so. 

"No! Let me go, I can do this!"

"What were you thinking?!" he hisses, though with no bite to his voice. He rocks his son slowly--eventually lulling him back to sleep--but never takes his eyes off the little girl standing before him now, trying to stare holes into the ground. 

"...I-I was trying to put this up," she explains, nodding towards whatever she's holding in her small hands. 

Silco takes a deep breath. He decides to indulge her. After holding out his hand for a few moments, she places what appears to be a metal frog made out of toy rockets into his palm. Half-dry glue and glitter cover nearly every visible surface. His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek before he speaks.

"What is this?" 

"Missile Toad." 

Silco does a double-take, "A what?" 

Jinx puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes as if nothing could be more obvious than what she tells him right now. 

"I heard about it in the bar. When two people meet under it they have to give each other a kiss!" 

The silence stretches while Silco's eyebrow raises ever higher. 

"Mistletoe, child. It's a Topside plant."

"That--"

Jinx's arms fall and her eyes grow wide. It takes her a moment to think about it before her mouth forms a silent 'O'. 

"--makes so much more sense." 

Silco huffs out a chuckle and finally settles on the couch near the wall, taking the amphibian artillery with him. After setting it down he looks at Jinx but she isn't following him. His head tilts. He's been with her for long enough and knows by how she's fidgeting with her pyjama sleeves that there's still something on her mind. His eyes flick to the frog again before holding it out to her. Once her gaze settles on her latest creation, he speaks.

"Why did you want to put it here?"

Jinx bites her lip and her eyes look everywhere but at him. Knowing she's preparing what to say, he doesn't rush her.

"I don't see you anymore. You're too busy." 

Silco's grip on the frog tightens.

"You're always working, always"--she pointedly looks at the bundle within his arms--"with him." 

Her voice is shaky. She starts to ramble. 

"You don't even eat with us most nights. S-so I thought if you don't want to come to me--I'd come to you. And with the missil-the mistletoe, you'd just have to--"

Seeing how Jinx works herself up to the point where she starts pulling on her hangnails, Silco clicks his tongue and interrupts her. Her erratic movements cease immediately. She stares at him, a myriad of worries clearly written across her face. 

A heavy feeling settles in Silco’s stomach as he starts to understand. Both his work and his son caused him to neglect his daughter and he only realises after she tells him. How can he, the man who tracks anything and everything within the nation he calls his home, completely miss something so obvious? He hums in thought, drumming his fingers against his knee in a steady pattern. With a jerk, he turns around and looks up. His face softens and the hint of a smile plays around his lips. 

Silco stands up, always careful not to wake his still sleeping son and takes hold of the picture frame hanging behind the couch. With one swift movement, he lifts it away from the wall and puts it on his desk. He's aware of Jinx watching him as he holds up the 'mistletoe' by its string and ties it around the now available nail. After turning it so the entity of glitter, glue and misunderstood tradition looks into the room, he sits back down again. Readjusting his hold on the boy, his free arm rises in an inviting gesture, beckoning her forth. 

"Come here, child." 

Jinx's eyes can't decide if they should look at the toad or at him as she shuffles over to him, hopping onto the couch and crawling on Silco's lap. His arm comes up to keep her steady and pull her closer. Her frown melts away as he gives her a short but soft peck on the cheek. 

"I'm not angry at him," she says all the while motioning to her little brother. "...'m not angry at you either. Just--" Another kiss on her forehead breaks her off. Chilly fingers stroke her cheek and then run gently through her hair. 

"I know, Jinx. I'll be better." 

Jinx hums and her body relaxes. She settles against him, nestling her head beneath his chin. Minutes tick by as they sit in silence, soaking up each other's presence. 

Silco is about to doze off when her small voice pipes up once more. 

"You can put the picture back, you know?" 

His hand slowly strokes her back as he sinks further into the couch, not opening his eye. 

"Never." 

#silco #jinx #silco x reader #silco x oc #no name mentioned #fluff #a bit of angst #this little zaunite writes

[arcane-ish]

Arcane Act III/series reaction

Overal, I enjoyed it, though my first reaction is that it felt a bit scattershot, but that might just be my quick feelings on it. 

In more detail:

Loved seeing Ekko again, loved seeing him team up with Heimerdinger. Like how they used him to present a communal alternative to the status quo. One of the few bright and optimistic aspects of the show. 

I felt kind of blue balled by Jayce and Vi not actually coming to blows and giving us a gauntlets on hammer fight.  

I worried that the story was going to boil down to a “choosing between Caityn and Jinx” aka “violating the bro code” thing. 

Silco and Jinx was ... interesting. I always thought that in order to become Jinx she would have to overcome him/he would have to die. In the end he ended up all on her side (in his way) instead of a “shows his true colors and that he is willing to sacrifice her” kind of thing. I guess Jinx’s story is not over (though IMO she is a character who is just too iconic to League and they use her so much in their promotional material I’m pretty sure they want to preserve her this way)., but where it ends in Act 3, it feels like Silco was slightly more right or that the road Jinx ends up choosing is a lot closer to Silco’s version of reality. (and I appreciated that even though of course it is very much about his love for Jinx, I feel it didn’t feel too out of character, because imo he still had his seething hatred for the topsiders, no matter how good the offer they made him is)

I also really appreciated that Jinx made it clear she wasn’t everything Silco was telling her. That is wasn’t him just forming and manipulating her, that she did have her own thoughts and opinions in it. I kind of speculated on this in my relationship analysis post, good to see it confirmed. 

I was hoping for more Vander, appreciated the callbacks, thought the scene about him from Silco was more effective than the sequence where Vander’s memory/vision encourages Vi to keep fighting. Still think the Vander/Silco backstory is underexplained and I’d hope for it to get revisited again. 

Mel’s mom in the bath with Jayce one of the few times where I cleanly laughed out loud. Overall, as a character she felt like mostly a big tease for the next season. I presume Jae Medarda from LoR is probably more like a cousin and not the mentioned brother. 

Viktor/Jayce/Mel ended up being a fairly good team in the end. Still, overall I still feel mixed about Viktor’s story with the hex tech. I realize that it preserves him more as a good guy and the conscience of the group, but at the same time it still feels a bit boring to me as a choice, particularly when the void thing comes off as mind control-y. Not sure what Mel was refering to when she told her sidekick lady that Jayce wasn’t ready yet. 

Kind of mixed on how the whole revolution plot proceeded or didn’t proceed. 

Some little bits: 

Loved how Singed had to drug Silco before operating on Jinx. 

Speaking of Silco reviving Jinx, I half expected to offer that to the lady whose son died, that he could bring him back, just as a monster (to be honest, the whole plot point from Act 1 about Shimmer turning things into beasts felt kind of like it was dropped)

I kind of LOLed at corset!Viktor is canon

The dinner scene where Vi clearly worries that Jinx will serve her Cait’s head on a platter ... I just really loved that sequence. 

I wouldn’t say I was too unsatisfied with the ending and I don’t believe for a second that the council is actually dead. I mean, we didn’t even see bodies flying or anything (and even if we did, I would have assumed some of them could still be breathing and injured, see Jinx, but we didn’t even have that)

#arcane #arcane spoilers