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He looks at her like she holds the moon in her hands, soft yet pale moonlight dancing over her, enticing him to breath into the quietness of the night

She looks at him like he holds the sun, the warmth and tenderness erupting from his heart from all the love he has, shining bright and blinding to enlighten her path

The sun provides what the moon lacks, the light is borrowed but never asked to be returned. The sun is glad to give and the moon is glad to receive. No more sorrow, no more what ifs, only utter fondness. Ekko is the light Jinx needed and she's basking on it

Dating Jinx 💙

Warnings: Jinx, mentions of mental illness

I realized I haven't made any posts about Jinx even though she's my wife so I had too🩷

Very very touchy, she'll hold your face in your hands, grab onto your hips while you're working on something, she'll hang off your shoulders, she's the definition of having no boundaries.

Constantly staring at you, she just loves how you look, she doesn't care if you or anyone else notices either she's going to stare at you whenever she wants, and she's going to be staring at you for a while too.

Kisses you on your forehead constantly,

Surprisingly very calm around you, she's still a bit loud but alot more level-headed and rational then when she's around others.

She'll push herself away sometimes, mainly after going through episodes because she's afraid she'll jinx you.

Sometimes she's unsure if it's actually you or a hallucination so she's constantly reaching out to you to make sure you're there.

Loves laying her head in your lap or on your stomach, she could sit in your lap for hours not moving and be completely content.

Flirts alot, she's never going to stop flirting with you. Like ever.

Does the whole catcalling her partner when she sees them in the wild thing, "Hey beautiful, how about you come to my place." Then she slaps your ass.

Paints your nails, they're always going to match hers.

Draws on your body while you sleep, you'll wake up with a lopsided smiley face drawn on your butt and a bomb drawn on your wrist.

Tries cooking for you but either sets it on fire or gets mad and starts shooting up the kitchen.

Likes cuddling she could lay in bed, legs and arms intertwined with yours, for hours and not move a muscle.

Stromae, Pomme - “Ma Meilleure Ennemie” (from Arcane Season 2) [Official Music Video]

01. McBling Stimboard

02. 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗

03. I like this one :3

hot pink stimboard !

[pt: hot pink stimboard ! end pt.]

sources ; x x x || x x x || x x x

[X / X / X] [X / 🏎️ / X] [X / X / X]

A stimboard for a Succubus with imagery of food and lovecore in red, pink and black.

"Yknow, if you wanna change, it just starts with saying, 'Good for him, hope he gets laid'"

Verosika Mayday - Helluva Boss

This is a Verosika fan account shesso pretty oml

[x/x/x - x/x/x - x/x/x]

Sevika: *walks into the house with a lump in her coat*

You: what are you hiding in your coat?

Sevika's coat: *meows*

Sevika: drugs

|| 1: Me and Miss Fortune were best friends.|| 2: I had a crush on Lux but she was straight|| 3:

My other fiction kins/hearted/theriotypes/otherkins/kinsiderings/ect: Pearl Douglas, Angel/spirit, Tiny Tina, Harley Quinn, Succubus, Verosika Mayday, Omaticaya, Juliet Starling, Juno, Bojack, Haru, Draculara, (( will be updated in the future ))

My discord is jinxfickin

Hi!, Jinx over here. If ur okay with doubles, I’m looking to interact with other Jinx kins. Other arcane kins I’m looking for, are Isha, Sevika, Silco, Vi, Vander, Claggor, Ekko, Powder, Victor, Jayce, Connel, Felicia, and shimmer kins. You can dm me, contact me here, are on Pinterest. My Pinterest is ^^-_Delusional_-^. If you don’t wanna text, you can simply like my post here and I’ll find a way to contact you, if ur comfortable with it.

some scissoring with jinx headcannons ! ৻ꪆ, -vibrators--fem top reader-switch jinx--------------------------------------------

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Would act all tough at first, getting on top and rolling her hips slowly at first ,grabbing your tits...before she melted into a whimpering, sticky mess beneath you.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 She is LOUD, moaning and gasping as if she was fighting 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟsomeone, but no, shes just rubbing her clit against yours like a puppy.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 It'd only take a little bit of coaxing her, calling her a good girl 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟbefore her pussy would gush, her clit twitching while gooey fluid oozed down her slit ...you let her rest for a solid 2 minutes before grabbing the electric blue vibrator for her.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Jinx wouldn't even notice...whimpering on the bed as she 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟinstinctively closed her legs, only for them to be opened tenderly by you, completely contradicting the way you shove the buzzing toy inside her, watching it submerge in her wetness as you reached down to rub her inner lips with two fingers.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 With how sensitive her cunt is, being stuffed and rubbed right 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟafter cumming hard made her feel like she was in the clouds, only being able to mew softly and roll her hips to try and wordlessly plead with you to take it out, but obviously you did nothing but watch your pretty girl drool all over the sheets.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 This didnt last for long before you leaned down to softly suck 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟat the tender flesh of her tits as you got on top of her and started grinding, rolling your hips in circles, up and down before you started to loose track of what you were doing...fixated on the way her chest would bounce with every movement of yours, her hazy eyes, and the faint lines of her abs which you adored to caress while mercilessly pounding into her at times.

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡ sorry if this is kind of bad, I wrote this in court while my parents were getting divorced so bear with me im improving ! 🙏

Silco and his terror of a daughter

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

Hey guys, im really surprised noone’s done this yet so i did it myself.

I just wanted to see how he would look without it because also i think his eyes are beautiful and expressive.

DON’T get me wrong, by doing this i also realised how much i actually love his scar+eye! it’s what makes him my eye of Zaun♥️ He’s so beautiful.

Thought i would share with you guys!

Please do not steal- spent couple of hours doing it.

—jinx headcanons ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

summary: hc’s of your relationship with jinx !!

genre: fluff, mild nsfw ?

a/n: maybe a little short hehe

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—touchy… we all know this ! her love language is physical touch n it’s second nature for her to hug you from behind, lay her chin on your shoulder… trace your cheek when you’re face to face

—loves to poke your boobs, when you wear a cleavage top she puts her face in them !!

—who would’ve thought… from now on you’re on braiding duty. you’re gentler with her than anyone has ever been

—obviously she gets you your own chair but usually pulls you onto her lap whenever she’s tinkering and wants you as close as possible

—when you hug, she puts her face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath making you shiver every. time.

—after one clumsy trip in her hideout where you almost fell down, she decides it’s time for railings

—your traces are left in her hideout. decoration you think would make it cozier… friendlier. fairy lights, your favorite candles, your belongings scattered around. she smiles when she looks at them

—you use her markers when you’re bored to leave your own doodles around her hideout. your name in your favorite color scattered around— sometimes even a little note she only notices days later

—oh! i think she’d love sweets. sometimes you arrive at her place after being in town and jinx looks at you with a grin. raising your arms so she can search your pockets— full of lollipops and candies

—quiet stargazing on the rooftops of zaun my heart

—you hushed her with your finger on her lips once and she just opens her mouth and bites it

—always using nicknames for you. sometimes they’re so random, you’re wondering how she came up with them. often they’re to tease you

—jinx is protective. maybe even possessive. and so her suggestion to tattoo her name onto you doesn’t surprise you and you say yes only if mines on you too

(nsfw?)

—she’s a switch, and so are you. depends on her mood— you never know what you get today but it always leave you breathless

—oh her mechanical finger ! definitely invented a vibrating function just for her baby

—opens her mouth in an “ah! gotcha!” manner when she sees you reacting to her finger repeatedly hitting your spot

—her eyes never leave your face when she’s pleasing you god she loves the way you moan and look a mess

—oh right.. jinx has those days where she loves to get on your nerves. that’s when you know she wants to be put in her place oh the pure satisfaction when she chants your name as you keep edging her “please please—“

do it so good ;; jinx x reader 𝜗𝜚

this is pt. 2, pt.1 is here<3 cw: rival!au, noble!au, sub!jinx, masochist!jinx, dom!reader, slight voyeurism, hate sex (kinda), rough sex, slapping, implied shimmer usage, begging, ur still mean in this, men and minors dni. wc: 1,397 not safe or sane but def consensual!

As your quill glides across the document with tense preciseness, you find yourself thinking about those fuschia eyes that held such insanity in them.

It had been months since Jinx’s…confession that led to the moment of debauchery between you two. 

She went missing the next day- seemingly forgotten about by the public. By abandoning her title, she escaped the clutches of the citizens eye, but she did not escape you. 

Night after night your hands would go between your thighs and you would imagine her pleading for you once more, worshipping you like you deserved. 

Rumors arose that she abandoned her nobility status and got involved with lowlifes-much to no one's surprise. It was a relief to be free of the arguing, the constant irritation that came from every interaction with her. 

So why haven’t you been able to focus?

With a slam of your fist against the wooden desk, the ink spills over and stains the document. It spreads, covering your elegant signature with the dark liquid. 

Your fingers take the rest of the documents that were stacked upon one another and push them off. The papers float softly to the ground.

Jinx had ruined you from the inside out. Your skewed self-image had been destroyed, and you wanted revenge. She was going to pay, and you had an idea where she might’ve run off to.

While you changed into commoner clothing and hiked up the hood to hide your face- a seed of doubt had already been placed, one that made you leave your weapons at your manor.

Jinx had seen who you were and wanted you- needed you. She had broken through the picture-perfect facade and was infatuated. 

Deep down, you longed for that. 

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After sneaking to the lower parts of the city and avoiding as much trouble as you could, your patience was running low.

You’re not quite sure how you thought you would be able to find her.

Smoke wafted through the dingy streets, and you had to squint your eyes to see the dim lamp posts that led to different alleyways. 

A permanent frown had etched itself to your lips. 

It only grew as you heard explosions nearby. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you heard screaming- the click of peasant boots against the pavement only heightening your anxiety.

This was a stupid, idiotic idea-

“Mmf-” A muffled yelp left your lips as you felt someone wrap their hand around your mouth, pulling you into the nearest alleyway while the footsteps ran past you. Safely undetected. 

It was too dark to make out anything- but you could recognize that infuriating voice anywhere.

“Awwhh…I missed you too, princess.” 

Unable to hold yourself back, you bite Jinx’s hand as hard as you could. You ignore the hiss that you prompted from her mouth and twist around to face her. Your glare was pure spite. 

“I knew you’d be here,” You snarl, your hands going up to grip her shoulders tightly. “You never belonged with the rest of us anyway.” 

Not one to sugarcoat your words, that was the nicest thing you could’ve said.

But there was something different about the blue-haired woman. 

The two magenta eyes that were burned in your memory were now glowing- and her smile was manic, a form of insanity you’ve never seen from her before. Jinx’s nails dug crescent-shaped moons into your arms,her strength now on a different level.

You weren’t the only one who’s lost it, apparently.

Jinx hums, a low and menacing growl. 

“Been thinking about that night-” She grins, the hysteria swirling in her intense gaze.

“Knew you’d come looking for me after I confessed, but you ruined my plan.”

“Ruined?” With a sneer, you glance back to the main road to check if anyone was there. All that remained was debris from the explosion. 

“Ruined?” You repeat again. “You ruined my life,” Your knee goes between hers to lock her in place, and her legs part on their own. “And I can see you’ve ruined yours too- giving up your title like that.”

A giggle erupts from her lips- and it turns into a full-blown manic cackle. 

“Nooo…” Jinx sneers after the laughter dies down. “I knew you’d go back to ignoring me after that.” 

A pout, and you almost believe the wounded look on her face.

“So I snuck down here and built myself a hideout so that we could be together- though I thought I would have to go back up and kidnap you myself.” Another giggle.

That makes you freeze, and you squeeze her shoulders tighter. 

“Excuse me?” 

You hated her, you hated her, you hated her-

And yet you didn’t let go.

Jinx’s legs squeezed around your leg, the damp spot of her panties touching your bare knee. 

“Been so lonely without you,” She murmurs, her cold, pale hands going up to your cheeks. You could recognize the longing, the infatuation in her gaze, just like all those months ago. “Thought we could stay here...no one will find us,”

You respond by kissing her, your arms wrapping around her thin waist and pulling her closer, needing her closer. 

Her small chest rubs against yours as she revels in the way you took over, filling up her senses with the taste of your lips.

It’s rough, with teeth and tongue, but she moans when she feels a drop of blood spill from her lips. 

You pull back- panting with raw desire. “Why would I stay here with you?” You murmur against her lips, and you don’t miss the shiver that runs down her spine. She remains against the wall, the only sounds in the dark alley were your breathing and the distant shouts of commoners. 

Jinx doesn’t falter- and merely becomes more unhinged- more desperate. “I think of you every night,” She whispers and takes your hand, guiding them to her panties- your index hooking onto them. “Can’t get myself off anymore, need you to hit me again.” Her whine was breathy in your ear. 

You gasp at her words, closing your eyes as you recall her guttural moan when you slapped her back at the gala. 

“How pathetic.” Cooing at her, you drag her panties down her thighs. “Must be so hard, hm?” 

With a soft murmur, your fingers go between her thighs, her arousal dripping down her legs and onto your knee. 

Jinx’s babbles fall onto deaf ears as two of your fingers thrust knuckle-deep into her with an obscene squelch. She immediately matches your thrusts with her hips, her head resting against the dingy stone wall.

“Mmh- yes-” She giggles manically and stares at you- never breaking eye contact. “Hit me please,” 

Your free hand slaps the inside of her thigh harshly, interrupting her pathetic pleading with a sharp sting. You revel in the high-pitched squeal. 

“You don’t order me around.” You demand with another harsh slap to her other thigh, her juices coating your entire hand as more spills out. “Otherwise I’ll leave you here in your mess and go back to my manor,” The threat makes her whimper- and your fingers speed up. “Abandon you like you abandoned me.”

Jinx doesn’t catch the hurt in your tone, too caught up in the pleasure. 

She had gotten hooked up shimmer after she went missing- the high similar to the one she experienced with you. 

Drool drips from her mouth as she chases the similar feeling. Her chest lewdly rubs against yours- wanton moans spilling out of her as you keep going. 

Seeing her eyebrows etched in pleasure made your own thighs clench together. “Beg me,” You grit your teeth, your fingers curling. “Like you did that night.”

She was panting, clenching around your hand like a common whore. “Please,” Jinx whispers, her eyes welling with tears from the intensity. “Gods- please-!” More drool messily spills down her chest and onto yours, the sounds of her sloppy juices filling the alleyway. 

“Go on then, slut.” You hiss at her and slap her face this time. The ringing in her ears was the final push that she needed. 

Rutting against you, she lets out a high-pitched mewl as she finally gets the release she’s been longing for.

You lean in, murmuring in her ear. “Maybe I’ll consider staying down here with you.” 

With that, she grins, the madness returning in her gaze once again.

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taglist: @dreamyraincloud, @loohser <3

sweet dreams — part one

summary : your roommate sucks, but you sort of wanna fuck her, and that's just a terrible problem to have.

tags : nsfw! modern!au, sevika's huge butch cock, & mentions of masturbation.

wc : 1.1k

notes : for the precious anon that wanted more badroommate!sevika <3

Sevika was the worst roommate ever.

You’re going insane. You swear your lungs are turning black from all the second-hand smoke you’re inhaling. Sevika smokes inside the apartment constantly and she doesn’t listen to you when you yell at her to blow it out the window. You would really like your security deposit back, but at this point, you’re shit out of luck because the walls are definitely going to be stained yellow by the end of the lease.

You’re going insane. You get no sleep. She brings girls over every night and they’re always so damn loud when they’re going at it. You hate it. 

(“Oh Sevika!”

You’re on your stomach, biting into your pillow and trying to keep quiet as you rub furiously at your engorged clit. Unlike some people, you were considerate of the fact that your apartment had walls as thin as paper. Still, keeping quiet was difficult when your fingers felt so good against yourself.

“Fuck, you’re so big!”

You can’t help but whine at that. God, your mind drifts to Sevika, how insufferable she is and how deliciously her cock would fill you up. You’ve seen it, you work mornings and have seen the bulge she sports around in the early dawn when she’s half awake and still slightly hard from morning wood.

You think about how smug she would be, fucking you, how she could fold you in half and pound into you like you were meat and how you would thank her all the same. You think about how it would look to a third person, how her musclebound ass would clench with every thrust she makes into your cunt. You think about how you would come and whine for her to stop, saying it was too much and that you were too sensitive and how she would smirk and tell you that you could take more for her.

You think about Sevika, Sevika, Sevika. 

Your hips jerk sloppily to the rhythm of the fingers on your cunt. The noise it makes is delightfully sinful. You want Sevika to drink it all up, to tongue at it until you were writhing and screaming on her bed.

It isn’t long before you hear a moan that was louder than the rest and a low groan that definitely belonged to Sevika.

You come with them, your cunt squeezing and spasming against your hand. The orgasm has you struggling to breathe steadily as you flop onto your back. You’re too spent to get up to clean yourself, so you suck yourself off your fingers and wipe the spittle against your bedsheets. You let out a pleased sigh and fall headfirst into blissful sleep.

You can’t quite look Sevika in the eyes the next morning.)

You’re going insane. You’re annoyed all the time. She seemingly loves annoying the fuck of out of you because she teases you every time you walk out of your room. You’re trying to get used to it, the sexual innuendos (you always roll your eyes at those), the size jokes, (you’re really not that small, she’s just well built, alright?), and the fucking sex jokes, by god, the sex jokes at your expense. No, you aren’t a “prude,” you just… don’t have time for that.

(It started after the fifth girl she brought over. You confronted her, begged her to go to a damn hotel or something because it was getting ridiculous. You're probably only getting five hours of sleep a day and your clit really cannot take another night.

“I don’t really see the problem here,” she had said with her signature smirk.

“Sevika," you hissed, fuming, "You have these girls moaning like it’s their job!”

“Jealous?”

You had blushed at that and Sevika, observant as she was, did not miss the way your face turned tomato red.

“Wooow,” She draws the word out with the biggest grin on her face, amused to all hell, “you are!”

“Wh–” You wheezed, caught off guard, “No? I’m not!”

You sort of are. There’s no fucking way you’ll tell her that though.)

You’re going insane.

This woman is fucking insufferable. You wouldn’t really call yourself a petty woman per se, but Sevika makes you that kind of person. The idiot leaves her prosthetic arm everywhere around the apartment and it brings you immense satisfaction to hide it —  just to see how panicked she gets when she has to tear the entire place apart to find it.

You do not know how you were going to survive sexual frustration without fucking your roommate, which would be very, very bad. Or without going completely bald from the stress. Baldness would be preferable, honestly.

//

You sigh as you fumbled with the old front door knob to your shared apartment. You really don’t understand why the fuck your landlord refuses to just replace this ancient thing — the prongs of your keys get stuck in the eroded hole on a regular basis and it is a pain in the ass to wrestle it out without breaking the metal.

After ten straight minutes of struggle, you finally get the door open, only to get hit in the face with the strong odor of cigarillo smoke. Fucking god.

“Sevika!” You snarl, ready to yell at her.

The woman in question is sitting by the window, cigarillo in hand while actively blowing the fumes outside. You blink and look up and down at her. Sevika has seemingly dressed down for the night, wearing only an undershirt and loose sweatpants. The bulge between her crotch is deliciously highlighted by how she’s manspreaded across the loveseat. 

She raises her eyebrows up at you expectantly. You swallow, your throat suddenly desert dry. 

“…Hi.”

Sevika chuckles lowly at that, “hello.”

“I was—” you cough, “—I was going to yell at you for, uh… smoking inside.”

Sevika nods along slowly, like you were the crazy one here and she wasn’t the woman sitting in the living room with a hard on and blowing her cigarette smoke out the window for the first time in the three months you’ve lived here.

She uses her muscular arm to brace against the loveseat in order to sit up properly on the couch. The cigarillo looks delicate in her calloused hands. The movement highlights the muscles in her biceps and forearms, but it also jostles her cock, making you swallow harshly. She has to be doing this on purpose, you think.

“I’ll just—” you squeak out, gesturing awkwardly towards your bedroom, “I’m going to my bedroom now.”

Sevika smiles at that and brings a hand up to wave condescendingly at you.

“Sweet dreams.”

At that, you run to your room, slamming the door so hard the walls around seemed to vibrate. You slump against the door frame, horny and sweating.

What the fuck.

those that wanted to be tagged : @sevikalover824 ; @sevikaswife135 ; @djstinkyfartz ; @carotenoidstereo

Arcane Characters Find Out You Haven't Had Your First Kiss Yet

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, first kiss, flirting, banter, shyness, gentle kissing, musundertsnadings, age-gap, experiance gap

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A/N: I have kissed people before and I know I wanna kiss all of them too. They deserve kisses, they need kisses.

"Ya've been starin' at me for an awful long time now. Not that I mind, your eyes are real pretty, sugar. But ya've got me all curious now." Jinx invaded your personal space like it was no big deal and leaned in so you had but inches between you.

You pressed your lips together and fidgeted in your seat. "You... I was wondering have you kissed anyone before?"

"Well here and there but not recently. I've got someone I really wanna kiss now." She pointed at you and tucked a hair behind your ear. "Wanna make out? I don't have any important things to do for a few hours?"

"Few hours? People make out for that long? Wait no, that's not what I want to do. I was curious cause I never kissed anyone and I was wondering if you... maybe wanted to kiss me?" With a slightly bashful tone you met her shiny purple eyes which only seemed to get brighter as she closed in.

"Do I wanna kiss ya? I wanted to since I saw ya! Been waitin' to get asked. Ya know, gentlewoman and all that shit." She wasn't one, not by a longshot but she also knew she could cross boundaries easily, this was one where she was more than willing to wait. "Pucker up quick!" You only had a second to react before harsh lips closed over yours, her thin but strong arms locking you in place on the chair. "Mwah!" Jinx cackled when she pulled back. "There. That's one thing to cross of your list. Can't wait for more." Winking she spun around in her chair and did a little happy dance.

Everyone knew Vi was a bold one, what she wanted she went for, often with little questions asked. She spent the whole date taking initiative, taking your hand, showing you the best places in Zaun, and a few at Piltover too, although she didn't know as many that were cooler than Zaun's. At the end of it she walked your home.

"I live in a safe neighborhood, Vi. There's no need for this." You argued as you fished for your keys to unlock the door. As you did you had full intention to invite her in.

"You never know when someone might try something. You're too cut to pass up on, sweet thing like you, bound to attract eyes. People might get ideas. Like this." Before you knew it, she pressed both hands against your hips and kissed your neck. You nearly dropped the keys when you felt the bolt of excitement run through your body. "See what I mean?"

Gulping you turned your head to hers. "Y-Yeah." She smirked and cupped your chin with the opposite hand, bringing you closer. "Vi, hold on." You turned your head back towards the door. "I never kissed anyone before." The whisper pierced through all the horny energy in Vi's body.

Her hands dropped from your hips. "Oh. Well now I feel like an ass. Since you let me walk you back and all, I thought... sorry I don't know what I thought. Do you want me to leave?" She waited for you to turn around and was surprised when you cupped her cheeks and leaned in. Her eyes widened for a moment before closing, right as your lips met in the middle. The grip on your hips returned, but it wasn't as strong as before. She wasn't the only one who could initiate.

You could look far and wide and you wouldn't find a bigger gentlewoman than Caitlyn. She asked if anything she did was wanted, if it was okay, if you liked it. Some of it came from her Academy days, some from her upbringing but she was never pushy with you.

It was actually you that noticed she was glancing at your lips a little too often while you were helping her sort out through the many documents she apparently had to bring home to work on. "Today was supposed to be our date, seems to me like you're dating your work as much as you're dating me." You teased and watched her huff.

"That is not true. You are infinitely more attractive, darling. I wouldn't kiss the papers but I would kiss you any day." Caitlyn flirted back and set the mentioned papers down. "In fact... I could use a little break from this. And you're right, tonight is our date night. So, tell me," Caitlyn walked up to your side of the desk and leaned on her hands, her face above yours, "would you do me the honor of kissing me?"

A heavy blush bloomed on your face as you felt caught in her crosshairs. When she got serious about something she saw it though until the end. That's how she was looking at you now. "I'd love to kiss you, Cait."

She chuckled at your breathless tone. "I'll go slow. It's your first kiss, right? I figured from the way you'd blush and turn your head when I'd lean in." Her gloved hands slid over your hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. "Close your eyes for me, darling." The moment you did you felt her lips against yours, perfectly falling into place.

"You're joking, aren't you? You haven't kissed anyone? No one? Not even a little?" She tried to hide her amused smile behind her hand but it was futile. You rolled your eyes at Maddie and then threw a pillow in at her head.

"First, how do you kiss someone a little? And second, you know I've barely dated before this. You're the first girl I'm kinda serious about. Thought that waiting to have my first kiss would be... you know romantic?" You shrugged and hugged the other pillow close to your chest. Maddie let out a loud 'awww' and hugged you tight, kissing your cheek.

She laughed when you tried to push her away for making fun of you.

"Now hold on. I think that is really sweet of you, love. Not many people out there have your romatic mind and I love that about you. Also, real sweet that you want to kiss me out of everyone." Her hands pressed upon your shoulders and her smiling face approached yours. "Do I get to do that now or...?"

You could see how eager she seemed now that she learned all this new information. "I mean... if you want." Your hug around the pillow tightened as you tried to will yourself to calm down. On the outside you were calmer, ever pushing back into the kiss, sighing contently against Maddie's lips, but on the inside, you were a damn mess of anxiety. "Shhh, it's just me, remember?" She cooed against your lips and waited for you to relax, massaging your shoulders before leaning in for a second, longer kiss.

This was more of a dare than you wanting to kiss anyone tonight. It wasn't your fault that all your friends knew about your big crush on Ekko and roped you into a game of darts that you lost and therefore had to walk over to him and kiss him. Your friends watched you fumble over to him, all giggling.

Ekko looked at you a little bewildered. "Look, don't ask, this was all their idea." You pointed behind yourself at your friends. "They dared me to kiss you so, if you wanna kiss me... you know, cool

"I've got nothing against kissing you, firefly, but I'm a little confused. Thought you didn't mess 'round with friends like that." Ekko did, you knew but you always thought that if you crossed that line with him there would be no bottling your feelings back up. And standing here in front of him, asking for a kiss, you knew that was true.

"I don't mess around with friends. But they won't leave me alone about not kissing anyone yet and you were the safest bet. Plus..." You moved from foot to foot, like that would shake off your nerves. "I like you, Ekko. As more than a friend. I have for a while."

All the chatter from around the two of you seemed to fall into a void. Ekko opened his mouth to say something but you kissed him before he could, too scared of a rejection and too high strung to think about the fact that you might never get this chance again. But to your surprise he kissed back, his full lips pressing hard against yours. "Thought you'd never come out and say it. Damn, been waiting to hear those words since forever." Ekko hushed against you before he dragged his lips from the corner of your mouth to your ear. "I like you too." He confessed with a whisper.

"Don't you let what those assholes said get to you, darlin', their mouth is bigger than their brain." Vander cleaned the dirty glasses behind the bar as you handed them to him one after another.

You grimaced, remembering all the teasing, quite rude teasing might you add, that you endured before Vander stepped in. "I could have kicked them out myself. Besides what do they care if I'm dating you? Not like you gave me the job because of it." They said a lot more than that but you didn't even want to go through all of it.

"Hey, you do great work here. The kids love you; I love you. All that talk about tradin' favors, bunch of bullshit, that's what it is. Besides, I know you've kept to yourself more than others around here. Got nothin' against that. If anything, makes me a bit nervous. I mean, you really want this old man to be your first at everything?" He scratched the back of your head as he remembered the night when you cuddled and you confessed, he would really be your first everything, not just your first relationship. Since then, he'd been a bit jumpier.

"Vander, you're a bit more than a decade older than me. We're both old. And when you get to my age and you haven't done anything, people talk. So, I can't really blame them for thinking what they do about me getting a job here. It's shitty yeah, but like you said, they're just assholes. I want you to be my first kiss, first everything." You confessed and suddenly you noticed Vander wasn't cleaning glasses anymore. He still had the glass and the rag in his hand but he wasn't moving at all.

You seem to have stunned him with your words. There was an old story you remember, about a kiss breaking a sleeping woman from her slumber. With a cheeky grin you pushed yourself up on the bar to get high enough to kiss him. Vander let out a sound of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. The sound of the glass shattering also shattered the quiet moment you shared and you parted, laughing. "Well, I'll be damned. Seems like there are still things that surprise me."

Silco didn't hear anything from you about the status of you kissing or not kissing anyone. He heard it from Jinx, who heard it from Sevika. And to think one of your best friends would rat you out to her boss' daughter like that. "I'll kill that mouthy bi-" Your threat stopped on your lips, silenced by thin lips. "Silco... what the fuck?"

"What? From how I heard it, you really wanted to kiss me, but were to scared of looking desperate. Best to get things like this over with fast, otherwise they clog up your brain with unnecessary worries." He spoke like a true businessman. And at his core he was one, a corrupted one, and really good at his job.

Still, you looked at him, blinking slowly, still feeling his lips against yours. Your fingertips touched the tingly flesh.

"Silco... that was my first kiss! You asshole!" You pushed him and he did take a few steps backwards. "This is why you can never tell anything to anyone around here!"

Like it was messy he fixed his tie and vest, tugging until they were to his standard again. Then he walked up to you again, his orange eye trained on you like a cat's eye on a little mouse. "Did you hate that I did it? I was never good at asking for permission when I wanted something, or forgiveness. However, if you need an apology from me, I might consider it."

Despite the imposing presence you weren't scared of him at all. "For god’s sake, Silco, I didn't hate it. You could have put more effort in it though. You know, make it more romantic for a lady, sweep her off her feet and take her out to dinner." It was like this man did every romantic thing backwards. He slept with you before he asked you out, he never even asked you out officially, just told you he liked spending time with you, and now this. "You're hopeless sometimes."

When she heard what you said she couldn't help but let out a full belly laugh at it. "Jerk! I'm being serious!" You smacked your fists against her shoulder, which only made the big brawler of a woman laugh more. Sevika never had the most tact or subtlety, or was the best at keeping her emotions in.

"I know you are! Which is why it's so damn funny. I mean shit, sweetheart, haven't kissed anyone? I see you tearing up that dance floor every night with me. You're telling me no one ever got lucky enough to kiss you on the lips? On the other lips maybe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"You're gross sometimes, you know that." You smacked her on the bicep again, and at the next attempt she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into her lap. Your whole body went hot when her thigh flexed between your legs. "Sevika, what are you up to?"

Sevika grinned wolfishly as her hand grabbed your ass. "I'm about to kiss you. Tell me if you want me to stop." She wasn't exactly asking but she also didn't want to force this on you. When you didn't put up and resistance and tugged her a bit closer by her shirt, she leaned in to capture your lips. Like with everything else she couldn't be gentle, she didn't do gentle. The kiss was rough, passionate, with too much tongue for you who never kissed anyone before. "I'm gonna teach you how to do that better."

"Will you?" You asked all breathless and with wide pupils. One simple kiss made your whole body feel like fireworks were going off. "Better make up for you making fun of me."

Viktor was very perceptive of things that interested him. You were one of those things, even before you became his girlfriend he always listened when you talked about anything. It was his first clue that he liked was in love with you.

He noticed you always seemed to be looking down at his lips more than the things he was writing whenever he was explaining something. "You know, if you want to kiss me, it's as simple as asking." He teased as his fingers traced the pages; he was reading out to you.

"O-Oh. You noticed that did you?" You looked away at the big wall of notes behind him then back at his smiling, knowing face. "Who am I kidding, of course you did. Don't get me wrong, I want to kiss you, Viktor. But I'm also nervous because it'll be my first kiss." He closed the book, with a bit more of a thumping sound than it was warranted. As quickly as he could he crossed the distance between the two of you. His hand lifted yours to his lips.

As shy as he could be with his touches, sparing even, reserved, he found it very easy to touch you and it made your heart skip a few beats every time. Viktor was comfortable with you; he teased you like it was no big deal and would hold your hand when walking through the halls.

"I must confess, darling, I don't have much experience with kissing, or anything of a romantic or intimate nature. I've only been in a few precious relationships before. However, if you allow me, I would love to be your first kiss, today." He emetized the time with a kiss on your fingers, then your knuckles, then across your arm, your jaw. And finally... your lips.

"Do you want to be my first-" You couldn't ask anything more because you heard and saw Jayce drop the hammer he was holding on his foot and was now leaning against his desk, cursing under his breath. "Kiss. My first kiss, Jayce. Get your brilliant mind out of the gutter."

His cheeks got hot when your eyes met across the room. "Your first kiss. Uh... you never kissed anyone before now, babe? Sorry if it sounds like a dumb question but... how? I mean you're the most beautiful, amazing woman I know!"

When he finally put his foot down, confidant that it was okay to do so, he scratched the back of his neck, further adding to his confused look. You sighed. "Thank you for saying all of that. I suppose I wanted it to be special. You told me you've managed to find a breakthrough in your research, so I wanted to reward you, and myself." As you approached him, he got a big, dumb grin that stretched all over his face.

"I see. A reward. If I knew I'd be getting one I'd spend more sleepless nights here." He wrapped his arms around your body when you stepped close and pressed your bodies close.

"No, you wouldn't. I would drag you back to your bed if that's what I had to do to make you sleep properly." And you really would have done that. For right now though Jayce did a good job, and giving him your first kiss was a reward. Jayce approached you slowly, taking great care to be gentle when kissing you, to not get too carried away. He didn't, he kept it to a gentle, long kiss, but quickly got in a few more when you tried to pull away. "You giant dork."

Mel gave you a goodnight kiss but as soon as she felt you stiffen, she pulled back. She frowned when she noticed how nervous you looked. "What's the matter? Darling, are you cold? Your hands are shaking?" She ran her thumbs over the back of your hands.

"Nervous is more like it. That was my first kiss." You said with a shy smile and tried to go in for a second one. But this time Mel stopped you, her hand acting as a barrier between you two. "Hm? What?"

"Your first kiss. And you only tell me that after I've kissed you. Have I known I wouldn't have rushed into it." She sighed heavily and looked almost guilty. She kept replaying her interactions with you in her mind, you were very confident on your date, you flirted with her quite boldly too. And when you kissed her hand, she thought you wanted more.

"What? No, Mel, I'm happy my first kiss was with you! It was perfect!" You quickly spoke up to assure her. "If I didn't want it, I would have stopped you before. But holy crap, do you have any idea how much I wanted to kiss you?! I mean honestly, do you! I hardly worked up the nerve to ask you out tonight." You scratched your cheek nervously and avoided her eyes. This felt a little embarrassing to admit when you worked so hard to remain calm and project and air of confidence with her.

Chucking into her hand, Mel cupped your cheek with the other. "Is that so? If that's all then I'm glad. You don't have to pretend with me. I can assure you too, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have said yes to our date. Much less kissed you. However, if you would allow it, I would like to re-do that kiss." Mel took your chin between her fingers and brushed her thumb against your lower lip, parting your lips just a bit before kissing you again.

So hear me out….pregnant reader with Sevika’s kid. Sevika doting on reader. Bring home a weird craving reader has been having and talking to the baby telling them how excited she is to finally meet them.

I need fluff, I need pregnancy, I need it to be hers naturally.

Thank yooooooooou!

this is so cute i loved writing it! i just know sevika would be a great parent ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

sevika x pregnant reader headcanons

cw: pregnancy, slight innuendos, mentions of violence, veryyyy slight angst at the start

sevika never saw herself being a parent; not because she doesn’t like kids, it’s the complete opposite - she adores them

she felt it was selfish to want to bring a child into a fucked up world like zaun, full of hardship and uncertain futures

but then one night you tearfully turn to sevika in bed and her mind immediately goes into overdrive, are you hurt? is someone threatening you?

“sevika…i’m pregnant.”

you’re both sent into a still silence, unable to see each other but somehow feeling each other’s shock that much more

you’re worried that she’s upset or even mad at you, you know how she feels about having kids, until she’s gripping onto you with all her might, body shuddering from the force of her tears

sevika spoons you to sleep but she can’t fall asleep since her mind is racing about what this means for the future

she is overjoyed to say the least, albeit worried

from that moment on she dotes on you even more than she ever did, saying she needs to “look after my two favourite people.”

she rarely enjoyed pda but now you’re pregnant with her child, she can’t keep her hands off you - she needs to let everyone know that she’s completely smitten with you and the baby

sevika is constantly rubbing her hands on your baby bump wherever you go - just the sight of you and the baby calms her down

however she’ll only talk to the baby when you’re at home all safe and sound because this is when she admits her innermost fears

you stroke her soft hair as she whispers to the bump about how she’s scared she won’t be able to protect you both; after all, sevika works for the biggest crime lord in zaun and a child only provides more ammunition for enemies to utilise

sevika is also concerned about not being a good enough parent to the child but when you look at her building a crib from scratch, concentration furrowing her dark brows, with buckets of paint surrounding her from all the swatches you requested, you know that her worries couldn’t be further from the truth

every morning and every night, without fail, she kisses your forehead and baby bump as she rambles to you both about how excited she is for the completion of your little family

she dotes on you so much!

if you have a weird craving like pickle juice with sparkling water she’s forcing chuck to drop all his orders and make yours stat

if you’re craving some obscure dish that really shouldn’t exist sevika isn’t even going to question it

she’s in the kitchen whipping it up for you as you’re sat on the counter, humming as she prepares your meal

she does that thing where she puts the plate just in your reach but yanks it back again, laughing at how petulant you get

“what, you’re not gonna kiss the chef first?”

she gives it to you eventually, she could never make you wait for too long, and watches on with a goofy little smile and your lipstick marks all over her face as you contentedly eat the downright atrocious meal she made with love

sevika is always with you; call her overprotective or clingy she doesn’t care, she just doesn’t want to risk anybody hurting you or the baby

you basically get scary dog privileges everywhere you go

if your pregnancy hormones say the annoying store clerk that spoke to you in a condescending tone needs to die then sevika is on it right away

ok not really, she talks you down from your moments of bloodlust but she will deal with anyone that is rude to you

“you think i’m gonna let you get away with being an asshole to my dove, huh?”

lowkey shocked (and equal parts turned on) at how cranky your raging hormones make you 😭

sevika is incredibly attracted to you and your changing body even though you get insecure that she won’t like you anymore because of it

she takes her precious time every day just kissing the new stretch marks that appear and massaging your swollen ankles

you spend your date nights talking about baby names and you two even draw what you think the baby will look like

her drawing mainly consists of your features

your drawing mainly consists of her features

you two are so down bad for each other it’s sickening

silco has to force sevika to take more time off; she’s loyal and deserves to have more downtime with you as you prepare for your baby

he understands what it’s like to have a kid, how stressful it can be so he wants his dearest friend to enjoy the moment as much as possible

speaking of silco, he helps sevika host a surprise baby shower at the last drop and an insane amount of people turn up

you cry when you realise how loved and respected you are in the community

everyone is having the time of their lives playing games like blind diaper changing, who knows mum/dad the best, guess the baby, etc.

no gender reveal though she’s traditional in that regard and wants to wait until the baby’s born to find out

jinx is also very excited about the new arrival in the family

yes, she considers you and sevika to be part of her family and it’s very cute

she gets to be an auntie!

jinx spends all her free time making all sorts of toys out of softer materials because she’s considerate (also sevika warned her not to use scrap metal, or implement sharp edges, or even add teeny tiny smoke bombs - jinx scrapped all of her designs and had to start from scratch), for your baby with her signature graffiti of course

her and sevika probably work together to make some of the furniture for the baby’s room

sevika is very proud when people ask to feel bump

“yeah, this is our kid.” smug grin plastered onto her face and a strong arm wrapped around your midsection

you can’t help but roll your eyes when she does this because at this point who doesn’t know it’s your kid - she spends all day talking about it 😭

all in all sevika is honestly the best mother and wife you could ask for <3

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Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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★ — Their love language.

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika.

CW: fluff

English isn't my native language

— VIKTOR

Acts of Service: He shows love through thoughtful gestures. He’ll fix things for you, build gadgets to make your life easier, or help with your projects, even when he's exhausted.

Quality Time: Despite his workaholic tendencies, Viktor makes time to share quiet moments, like stargazing on a Piltover rooftop or sharing ideas late at night.

— JAYCE

Words of Affirmation: He never hesitates to remind you of how amazing you are, always showering you with compliments and encouragement.

Physical Touch: Expect warm hugs, hand-holding, and soft kisses—He's physically expressive when it comes to love.

— MEL

Gift Giving: She spoils you with lavish and thoughtful gifts, each one a token of her affection. From expensive jewelry to custom art, she enjoys making you feel valued.

Quality Time: Despite her busy schedule, she prioritizes spending meaningful time with you, whether it’s an elegant dinner or quiet moments in private.

— VI

Physical Touch: Vi is all about physical affection—whether it’s playful wrestling, protective hugs, or holding your hand like it’s second nature.

Quality Time: She values time spent together, even if it’s just hanging out, talking about the past, or sharing a drink at a bar.

— CAITLYN

Acts of Service: She expresses her love by doing things for you, like solving your problems or using her status to make life easier. She’s always looking out for your well-being.

Words of Affirmation: Her words are genuine and tender, often leaving you feeling seen and appreciated. She believes in constant communication.

— JINX

Gift Giving: She gives chaotic but heartfelt gifts—explosive trinkets, odd art pieces, or handmade gadgets. They may be unconventional, but they’re always full of thought.

Physical Touch: Hugs that sweep you off your feet, cuddles where she clings to you like a koala, or playful pokes are Jinx’s way of saying “I love you.”

— EKKO

Quality Time: Ekko enjoys showing you his world, from the Firelight tech to their hideout. He makes you feel included in every part of his life.

Acts of Service: He loves to lend a helping hand. Whether you’re working on a project or struggling with a problem, he’s always there to assist.

— AMBESSA

Gift Giving: She expresses her affection through grand gestures and extravagant gifts, symbolizing her power and devotion.

Physical Touch: She's tactile and commanding in her affection—hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair, or kissing your hand with pride.

— SILCO

Words of Affirmation: Silco’s love is expressed through carefully chosen words that highlight his admiration and protectiveness. His compliments are rare but profound.

Acts of Service: He ensures your safety and well-being, often going out of his way to shield you from harm or provide resources to make your life better.

— VANDER

Acts of Service: He's protective and practical in his love, making sure you’re cared for in every possible way. He’ll cook for you, fix things, or keep you out of harm’s way.

Quality Time: He treasures time spent together, whether it’s sharing stories over drinks or sitting quietly in the Last Drop.

— SEVIKA

Physical Touch: Sevika’s affection is expressed through steady, grounding touches—a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, or a kiss that feels both protective and passionate.

Acts of Service: She shows love by being your steadfast protector, always ensuring your safety and comfort, even if it means putting herself in harm’s way.

Make out headcanons with jinx,vi, and caitlyn

— MAKING OUT HCS

arcane charas (jinx, vi, & caitlyn) x reader

warnings/tags: lightly suggestive

JINX

- is so giggly the whole time cause she just loves kissing you

- she bites on your lower lip quite a lot to try and get you to part your lips for her or hear you make some mind of noise

- pulls on your hair sometimes mainly to get a response out of you or when she wants it to escalate to more

- will 100% initiate them if you're sitting doing something by just sitting in your lap and starting to kiss you

- also will leave bite marks and hickeys everywhere so people can see you're hers

VI

- kisses you hard and fast, you almost don't have time to breathe cause of how harsh but soft she is at the same time

- her hands roam all over your body cause she doesn't know where to put them, just her calloused fingers grazing your skin

- loves when you pull on her hair while making out, it instantly makes her want you 10x more

- likes leaving marks on you but almost likes it more when you leave them on her, she doesn't bother trying to hide them

- more likely than not does it lead to more, she just can't get enough of you, mumbling against your lips how she needs you now

CAITLYN

- she likes more slow, sensual make outs rather than quick and rough ones, she enjoys taking her time

- will pull you onto her lap without intent of starting a make out session but eventually will slowly start kissing you leading to one

- her hands are always on your waist to pull you closer to her even if you two are as close as possible

- not a fan of leaving marks or hickeys, but may leave one or two on your collarbone where a shirt can cover it knowing she did it

- secretly enjoys a little make out before she has to go to work or do something that could potentially risk her life, but she would never admit that

BRAIDED

How Jinx ends up in braids

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Okay, blog regulars, I promise this will be the last bit of father Silco content we'll see...we'll get Wedding Bells part three out and read Lalo going feral over...everything of Princesa, but this is how I cope with Arcane season two okay???

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"The kid sees things, Silco. I know she ain't ever been...the way kids should be since we took her in but -" Sevika looks to the cigar between her strong-welded fingers. "She sees things. And she talks to whatever she sees. That's not right. If you're really, actually thinking of putting that tween's hobby of exploding everything in her sights within our line of business...that could, I don't know, affect said line of business. You know it." 

Silco does not sigh nor move, really. He does not stare at Sevika in her confrontation. He takes another inhale of his own cigar. The man gave one to his guard twenty minutes ago when she stepped in to relay the dealings and their issues today. 

He offered, and she was hesitant to accept, considering he'd never offered anyone a cigar of his own before, and it felt too...far away from professionalism. But Sevika took it from Silco and has been smoking since then. He can tell it's not her cup of tea. He assumes her true enjoyments lie in paid women and a stinging whiskey. 

“Silco.” 

Silco thinks these things because he doesn't want to think of Sevika being right about Jinx. She is. It's been a few years since her first true outburst when she was an ill little girl before she accepted Jinx - when she was little Powder. Her tendencies to whisper to herself (but not to her) and mutter in manic laughter where there's no humor has been growing ever since. Silco hasn't done much to not normalize the issue. 

In turn, Jinx hasn't put much effort into hiding her tendencies, as if it's not an issue at all. 

With every wide-eyed look and growing hand in his, Silco finds himself agreeing. It hasn't been so much of a burden on her, obviously. Jinx does not come crying to him, asking for his help in getting rid of these hallucinations. She still comes to him for her nightmares, though. And if his methods of helping her during those nights of nightmares are any clue to what he'll do with Jinx's hallucinations...well, then. He'll do nothing at all. Nothing but soothe her over until they come again . 

"You can't stop a bad dream. I can't stop a bad dream, but I'll always be there after. Here for you. That's how our world works." 

It's not an act of neglect . It's an act of selfishness. How would she come to him if he fixes her terrors? What will he do then?

"What am I to do, Sevika?" Silco blows his puff, a ring of smoke floating up into the air. "Smack her blind? That way, she won't see whatever she sees anymore?" That would be how the woman would have it. 

"...Yeah? You'd have to take out her ears too, she hears what she sees. Listen, Silco. You're saying she'll be ready soon to be out with us. In a year or so...what if this is not fixed? What if she has...a what? What'd you call it, an episode? What if they happen in the field and she gets us all killed?"

Silco nearly twirls his cigar between the skin of fingers. 

“You already act as a moderator with our crew, don’t you? It’d simply be your job to make sure that doesn’t happen…and you give that girl no credit, Sevika. None. She’s stronger than you think. Smarter. If you would let up on her, you’d know that.” 

Sevika stands, coming over to use Silco’s doodled ashtray. 

“Alright. I can handle how Powder hates me, I could handle the shit she’s bound to put us through the minute she steps outside The Last Drop. But then she has her episode out there and doesn’t even think to get out of a bullet’s way. Then what? She doesn’t even attempt to fight a rival taking her away to do Janna knows what-” 

Silco, the side of him against the desk, slams his cigared fist down. Ash flies. 

“That will not happen.”

It’s not logic on his tongue, even he knows that. But the man couldn’t possibly care. His eyes shift off to the side, looking up at his everything colleague thin-mouthed. 

“...Cause I’ll make sure? Or you’re too busy thinking like a father to think right?” 

Silco presses his ring, middle, and pointer finger against the middle of his brow before he stands. He puts out his cigar in the ashtray. 

“Because you’re talking about Powder. I’m talking about Jinx.” 

Sevika stares before she nods. Silco thinks he could imagine her scoffing right here. 

“Right. We’re still calling her that. It’s a little too on the nose. But I’ll go with what you decide, and if that decision ends in her getting us all killed or getting herself killed or worse, then-” 

Janna, let him find some fucking quiet without being reminded that Jinx can leave him. 

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll confront her as you’ve confronted me. Will that suffice or will you continue with this incessant need, this near desire to imagine the girl dead?” 

Sevika turns, going to leave. Thankfully. They agree and work with each other much better without the mention of Jinx. But of course, there’s always one last thing to be said. 

“I don’t want her dead, Silco. Not now, maybe give it another three years of her and sure, but I don’t want her dead. That’s why I’m talking about this now. But shit, with my luck, she’ll trip over those bunch of strings she refuses to cut and fall onto one of her bombs. Will I still have a job, then?” 

Silco looks to the ashtray. He presses a finger there. 

“She’s quick on her feet, that won’t happen.” 

With her back to him, the man doesn’t see Sevika hold in a laugh of no humor. She leaves. He sits back in his chair. 

It’s a position that lasts seven seconds. He gets back up. It’ll be a talk he’s on his toes for. Silco has no interest in putting Jinx in a place where she thinks her mind exists wrong. It does not. It never could, even if it burdens Sevika. Even if it burdens herself.

Even him, on occasion - but burden does not outdo perfection, especially when it all falls on him to take care of her, to let his child grow into him, a relationship neither of them could run away from. 

Before he’s able to enter Jinx’s hideout, Silco’s already treated to frustrated groans and belty-shouting. 

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

Would this be what Sevika calls an episode? Silco thinks so until he enters. He slows in his steps.  

Jinx’s attempting to put her thick, blue hair into buns. She fails. Again and again. This time, the person she’s talking to is truly herself. Or her hair. 

Silco tilts his head. 

“Where did I put the CLIP?? DAMN IT!” 

The girl, nearly twelve, lies on her stomach, legs kicking in pale-child anger. She groans into a mirror she’s managed to keep upright on the floor.

“How did she do this??” 

Jinx’s face falls into the floor. She throws a bomb off the plank. Down it goes into a puff of smoke. Silco almost feels it’s right to smile. He takes soft steps closer. 

“Jinx, what is wrong?” 

“I’m gonna throw myself off, Silco. I’m gonna. Throw. Myself. Off!” 

Every word is said with each harsh brush through her hair. It’s his old brush he gave to Jinx three months after he took her in. He realized she would, at some point, need to brush her hair. Sometimes he’d do it for her. Not so much anymore. He wouldn’t mind if that changed. It takes no time out of his day, and he gets to hear her say the funniest things that can even break a laugh in him. Only sometimes, though. 

“You wanted to grow out your hair, a harsh maintenance is eventual.” 

Jinx pffts. “I need you to make senseeeeee, please. Literally means actually, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m-” His girl mms , face smushing back into the floor. “Imma hafta lit-er-ally die if you don’t make sense. Nothing is making sense! This brush is supposed to go through my hair! It always does.” 

Silco puts his hands behind his back, he finds his way to her little, tantrum-filled body on the floor. His head lowers. 

He’s forgotten what he’s come to do. 

“Well, you have to brush it every day for that to happen. Have you been brushing it every day?” 

She hasn’t. By all the tangles he’s been noticing for the past week, she most definitely hasn’t touched that brush until now. 

Jinx sits up, back slumped. She turns to him, but she doesn’t look up. “...No.” 

“There’s your issue. And now that you have long hair, you can’t get away with skipping days any more.” He kneels. 

He goes to sit fully, legs crossed. 

“Give it to me. Turn back around.” 

Silco catches Jinx’s eye roll before she turns her back to him. She hands the brush over her head, when he grabs it, he’s already at work in the mess of her hair. 

“OW! Silco!” 

It’s all tangles in the blue. Her hair is nearly down to her waist and Silco is sure she’ll let it grow further. He won’t stop her. It’s all hers. 

“When I promised no harm would come to you with me, I excluded this.” He nearly grunts on a particularly hard knot to comb through. “Keep still! Before I scalp you.” 

“UGHHHERHRHHEHHERRUGH!” 

“Did that help?” 

It’s a beat of silence. 

“...I don’t know.” 

Silco doesn’t stop. He doesn’t know how long they’re there - but it's the groans of a restless child and his focus on blue threads of hair until it’s smooth, untangled. Perfect on that head of hers. He runs his fingers through. 

“There. Perfect.” 

And he runs his fingers through, thinking. Wading in his thoughts. 

“Alright, thanks! Now it’ll be easier for me to hide things in the-” 

Jinx goes to run off, but he takes her by the shoulders when his thought is finished. When it’s resulted in an idea. 

“Sit back down, child.” 

Jinx groans out, head falling back when her hold body does. “Whaaaaaaaat?? I said thank you! Here!”  

She throws her back into his chest, staying there for a long, restless moment. 

“Back-hug!” 

“We’ll give you braids. It’s a protective hairstyle.” 

“What?” 

He pushes the girl to sit off of him, already separating her hair into two bunches. “Do not pretend that you don’t know what braids are, Jinx. I don’t know how you’d make a bit out of that.” 

“No, how can hair be protective?”  

“Hair can be protective. And expressive.” 

And there, Silco begins to braid. It’s easy, and he will not think of how confronting her with her head and everything in it would protect her, cause it’d be separating those parts from Jinx. He wants to separate nothing. It’s as simple as that. 

“Hair is hair. Silco.” 

“Then you’ll let me shave all of yours off, hm?” 

Jinx is silent after that - just until he moves onto the next braid. He barely thinks of his memories, and whether or not he should relay them. 

“My hair wasn’t always this short. I had it longer. Not like you, but I could’ve braided it if I wanted to. At my age, it’s easier to maintain what I have now. Not that I’m old like you say.” 

It’s another beat of silence…

Then a breaking of giggles. Silco can feel them with every brush. 

“What?” 

“I see a braided Silco! I can’t-” She giggles so brightly. His lips thin, curve. “That’s so funny! You need to put your hair into pigtails. Right NOW!” 

And there. He’s finished. 

“There. This will hold you over, because I know you won’t remember to brush it every day.” 

He puts the braids over Jinx’s shoulders. Through the mirror, he’s able to see her face soften and study them as she patters her fingers over. 

“Do they work?” 

“...Yeah.” 

Silco smiles. He kisses the back of her head. There, he remembers, but he only has one thing to say. 

“You see a lot of things. And all of them are real, one way or another. Yes?” 

The girl doesn’t say anything at that, she only falls back into his lap. She’s curled, back against his chest. 

“How mad would you be if you woke up to pigtails tomorrow?” 

It’s a genuine question that’s asked so innocently. Silco sighs. 

“I don’t waste my anger on things I can’t control.” 

“Good.”

random jinx headcanons bc i’m bored

!! some these are more in relation to my jinx x oc story. !!

- never learned her lesson and still tries to eat soap to find out if it’ll taste good

- very scatterbrained but can get very focused on her projects, or when she’s in combat

- learned how to play the electric guitar but never actually plays it (esp. since it’s always super loud) (this also might be a controversial take)

- has loved the stars since childhood even though now she doesn’t really talk about them anymore

- has a big fear of ending up alone (no shit☠️)

- used to be shy as a kid but got super extroverted and outgoing

- absolutely made like the whole undercity scared and intimidated by her because of her unhinged and reckless tendencies

- bad with small talk. absolutely hates it because she thinks it’s boring

- never lost her sass. she totally got sassy sometimes as a kid

- gives in to the intrusive thoughts. the ones that tell her to take a bite out of a block of butter or stick a finger in peanut butter

- sneaks out through her window at night

- struggles with sleep but when she does she’s a heavy ass sleeper. most of the time she doesn’t bother putting her air up either and lets her braids sprawl out and get messy

- she says she’d date anyone but she has a very strong preference for girls (FEMS). doesn’t really like guys (or masculine people in general, that’s gotta be her role😼)

- you can always hear her approaching with those big ass boots she wears. but there will be odd times where you literally don’t hear her at all and she scares the soul out of you

- she blasts her music in her room whenever she’s working until someone has to tell her to turn it down

- her bed always has a pile of blankets and pillows but it’s one of the most comfortable places you’ll sit or lay on

- she came across that giant fan room one day when she needed to clear her head and desperately find a place to hide by herself. eventually she showed it to you but you only. it’s not located anywhere near the last drop either

- 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

- used to and still does make little trinkets, most if not all that she doodles on, and gives them as gifts. ranging from cups, to jewelry, to random figurines that she welded together out of scrap metal or something

- she’s a messy eater. she don’t care about what she looks like in public either. she’s a munch fr fr 🙌

- and she’s not too picky, but if someone makes something for dinner that she doesn’t like, she’ll just not eat that night and snack instead or something (so real)

- prefers fruit over vegetables… and interpret that as u like

- gets super competitive when playing games, she’s almost mean. just slap her back to her senses and she’ll apologize 👍 (i do not condone abuse)

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

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▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]

If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!

Jayce:

  - It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm  

  - But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different  

  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions  

  - It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look  

  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day  

  - It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts  

  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second  

Viktor:

  - For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one  

  - He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway  

  - That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet  

  - What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer  

  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you  

  - And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body  

  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them  

  - For the nights when he feels lonelier  

Ekko: 

  - Communism  

  - There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore  

  - The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it  

  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes  

  - Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket  

  - It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it  

  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you 

Vander:

  - Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you  

  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by  

  - And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin  

  - “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else  

  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift  

Silco:

  - Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places  

  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them  

  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it  

  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his  

  - That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you  

  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe  

  - “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump  

Jinx:

  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare  

  - She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean  

  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it  

  - It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it  

  - Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable  

Vi:

  - Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed  

  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it  

  - That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month  

  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you  

  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt  

  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to  

  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others  

  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life  

Caitlyn:

  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need  

  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen  

  - So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform  

  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you  

  - It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you  

  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers  

  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often  

Mel:

  - For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you  

  - “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked  

  - It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body  

  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something  

  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless  

  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her  

  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects  

  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare  

  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had  

Sevika:

  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous  

  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders  

  - And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers  

  - It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do  

  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours  

  - But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it  

  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously  

  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable  

UNDOING

The Sickness That is a Daughter: PART TWO (drabble) // Part One //

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Powder feels better enough to run off in the morning, only to send Silco into a panic - not just when he can't find her, but in the moment he has to catch her.

I wrote both parts for me and only me. Dad Silco who loves Jinx so much and it doesn't mean anything because love doesn't equate goodness lovers unite! And this is really nothing of plot just Silco being a Dad without a handbook or morals.

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Powder's doing better, much to Silco's relief.

"Powder? You cannot leave like this. Powder."

Or not, because what other way would he have it? Would he have Powder stay in one place for an hour at the least? Just to spend that hour without worry? A bit of time that exists outside of her and her safety? Of course not.

She's taken to sleeping in his bed in her recovery, kicking him while she dreams and sniffles and talks to herself. Silco doesn't know when she's sleep-talking or when she's very much awake as she's talking to someone. But impossibly, he was the one to wake up last.

Little Powder was gone. Is gone. Silco didn't think much of it. In fact, what little of his spirits that could be lifted was at how her morning absence meant she was able to get up and out, as he imagines children are...up. And out. His child, especially.

But she was nowhere to be found. Not in any place he checked.

"I'm gonna ask it, Silco. Does it matter where she is? The kid's not getting far in her state, even if she's better. And if she ran...or just doesn't come back, she's doing us a favor-"

"I didn't ask for you to find her, Sevika. There's no need for unclever quips. Wipe it off the mouth. I'm simply asking if you've seen her."

Sevika sighs.

"That's all it was. A quip. And no. I haven't."

Powder wouldn't leave willingly. It's a quip that has not sense on its word - the little girl was the one who fell into his arms the moment he saw him. At this point, it'd take hell pulling her away to get her to leave, even if it's only been a year and some.

And Silco would never let that happen. Not for anything.

So the quip's as cruel to him as it is ever-lovingly stupid.

"Thank you, my colleague. That's all you had to say."

Silco thinks he'll look around the first floor of the last drop again, but with all its ongoing renovations, there's not much in terms of hiding places for Powder. He turns the corner.

Then it hits him. The man feels foolish for not thinking it in the first place.

She hasn't been in the rafters of his office since she got sick, so it's out of sight, out of mind for him, but of course the little blue thing would take her mind there - just to climb and exert any energy she's managed to gain after her illness.

They'll be back to their errands parallel to each other. Powder will be throwing things from her high spot. He'll be telling her to quit it before he climbs up there himself. She always calls his bluff with a giggle. It's unfortunately valid, Silco can't remember the last time he's climbed anything.

He opens the door to his office, eyes already up.

"I'd prefer you to tell me when you go off and hide. If you care for me as I care for you, you'll do that from now on."

He stands where the chair of his desk is supposed to be, arms behind his back. His lips flatten into something that would be a smile.

She's lying flat on her stomach on a plank far above and over him, scrawny arm hanging off.

"I see you're feeling better already. Did you eat like I told you to?"

There's a there's a pitched mumble. Silco tilts his head.

"Is that a no-"

And in the second, the man thinks his ward is turning over with intention - that'll she sit up with swinging legs with words that'll tease him, or eyes that'll make him feel too harsh for asking the question in the first place.

But in that second, the whole of her - so small, falls so fast.

Silco yells out something that isn't a word, but it isn't just a noise either. But it's instinctual, somehow.

Is Janna trying to kill him? Probably. If she existed.

The man bends his body with the swiftness of someone with tens more the speed to fully come under the rafters, arms stretched out. In his quick catch of Powder, his hands hold the stiffness of someone with tens more the strength.

Silco gives credit to whoever gave him said speed and strength in this damning moment.

His stomach isn't un-sunk when he realizes he's caught Powder before she cracked her blue little head on his desk.

"Powder! Wake up!"

It's an order fired from his throat. Instead of turning over, she kicks like a monster in her sleep, unless she's thirty feet above the ground . Then of course she'll turn over!

"Powder!"

It's ridiculous how she's barely stirring until Silco shakes her.

The little one rubs her eyes, none the wiser to her near death on mahogany.

She picks at his tie when she fully comes to, yawning.

"...What happened?"

"What happened? Would you like to tell me that? Would you like to relay what you were dreaming about that would cause you to swing yourself down? You could've gotten seriously hurt not even just ten seconds ago!"

Powder's brow furrow over her grey eyes. Silco feels his stern on his face, nose flared to aide the show of his frustrated, panicked worry.

"...Is that what happened?"

Panicked feels like a weak word. He doesn't know what to do about that.

"What if I wasn't here to catch you? Then what? I find you with your skull all over my trading records?"

The image of that does not dare to flash in his mind, even in the anger.

He can see the image flash in hers, though. Her lips pout. Her eyes go soft under the furrow.

No.

"I can't even do anything right when I'm sleeping! I don't know what's wrong with me! Why is it so easy to hate me?! I-I-"

"Stop. Stop it. What you are saying are lies. I thought you hate liars. I'm-" Silco's head tilts slightly, eyes looking to whatever is not Powder's harsh face, as if he's a bird in thought. "I was only scared. That's all. I've projected. For that...I cannot find you with your skull all over my desk, little girl. I cannot. That is all. Do not spiral."

Tears that he or she could not stop from welling fall still, but Silco believe he's managed to prevent an episode.

Powder presses her head into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Her voice goes high. "I don't wanna be a jinx. I don't know how if I can't even...not, not, not, not, not!"

Her little fist punches her thigh. Silco manages to take one hand to grip hers when she tries to bring her fist down onto herself again.

She whines, but it all falls into sniffles and mutters.

"...not, not jinx myself while I'm dreaming. I'm sorry."

Silco takes silence for a moment. He doesn't know what to say...just until he does. It is no lie.

"Do not be sorry." He holds her tighter. A guide to his order for her. An assurance. "Never be sorry. I promise you, you'll never have to be sorry...and jinxes - they are not death sentences. Not mines, anyway."

Silco puts the both of them in his chair, still her in his hold. The chair creaks, falls back a small slight.

"A jinx is whatever you want it to be. And if you are one as you've been saying, then it must be something better that we could ever imagine. You. Me." Silco shifts his arms, trying to find a position more comfortable. He assumes they'll be like this for awhile. "Zaun. Piltover. The world."

He couldn't know if it's a conscious movement, but the pale-coated man takes the back of his middle and pointer finger to brush the round of Powder's cheek.

"It's only right I know it before anyone else. Who else is to teach you?"

The little girl doesn't blink in her stare up at him, Silco doesn't do anything but brush her cheek again, and again. And then the other once over.

And there it is. A smile.

"...Can you promise me something, Silco? Please?"

Powder's hand curls over her stomach.

"You have to be there to catch me. Always. You can't not be there."

And finally, Silco takes a much needed sigh. He scoops her up a little closer.

"That's too easy of a promise."

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SPOILER ALERT: A jinx is his death sentence...and Silco is not there to catch his girl for hers.

So today I got extremely mega sick out of NOWHERE, so of course I cope by thinking about Ezreal taking care of Jinx when she’s sick.

Jinx would be restless. Really, REALLY restless. What do you mean she has to lay in bed ALL day?? There’s so much less boring stuff waiting for her! But Ezreal wouldn’t allow it. She was gonna rest, and he would make sure of it.

He’d bring meals to her in bed. Cook it all himself, lots of yummy foods that are easy on the stomach.

Ezreal would constantly check up on her, make sure Jinx was doing okay. A little too much, and it might start to annoy her just a little bit, but he has good intentions. He’s just worried for her!

He’d cuddle with Jinx if she felt particularly awful. He would always make sure she was comfortable, always ready to snuggle up under the covers and hold her till the pain went away. (It would most likely get Ez sick himself, but he wouldn’t mind.)

All in all, he’d just be very sweet and loving whenever she was feeling under the weather.