You're not safe here (Vi Arcane x Reader)/(Jinx Arcane x Reader)

Creating the machine Pt. 3

Life in Piltover was a dream.

You were glad that you were one of the lucky people who could say that. Because, after the party, everything pretty much placed itself on a silver platter in front of you. Mel had you stay in a an apartment that was honestly a cover-up name for a penthouse in lower Piltover. It was the size of the ballroom and it was decorated to your exact liking.

You met Isadora and Sophia's parents and they agreed to pay for your studies, which allowed you to go to school with all the friends you have made in the party. And even though you lived alone you were never actually lonely. Sophia became like your sister, and you spent time with her almost every single day. Mel would call you to go wherever she was often enough for you to grow accustomed to it. Sometimes she wanted you to meet some exterior power visiting Piltover, or sometimes she just called you over to ask for advice, or to talk to you; and there were also the times that you would call her to sleep over and gossip or do your hair.

After 3 years of this routine, you had gotten yourself quite the bit of Fame around Piltover.

You don't know exactly when you started going out with men for money.

You were about 16 when you were at Sophia's House with her and another girl from your classroom, and in the middle of laughing you just blurted out the idea. They both looked at you and giggled. "I'm being serious guys, money's like the best thing in the world and there's men that would give it to us just for going out with them." You exclaimed like you had just discovered a new planet.

Sophia laughed. "Y/N, you're disgusting." You blew a kiss in her direction and laughed.

"The other girl chimed in. Actually that's kind of true. I've heard of girls that do that and they end up becoming like council-member level rich." You pointed at her and nodded.

Sophia looked at you with a smirk which you immediately returned. You don't know if she knew in that moment that you were dead serious.

Got very same night you went out to a bar and looked at the guy that was spending the most. He already had girls all around him, like flies around shit. Don't get me wrong, they were all beautiful, and that's what gave it away for you. The guy looked like he was straight out of the dumpster. Why would so many gorgeous girls, dressed to the nines, be spending their evening with the genuine personification of a rat? It had to be the money. You didn't want to waste your time with a guy that wasn't going to throw out any hexes.

Once you spotted your target, you simply walked over to him and said. "If I had known there would be this much competition I would have stayed home." The girls laughed and the man flashed you a smile.

"Where did you come from girl? Are you old enough to be here?" He asked. You smirked at him and turned around to leave before you heard his voice again. "Wait wait." He laughed. "Let me buy you a drink." You smiled.

You ended up getting more hexes from him that you could count. When you got home, Sophia and Isadora we're waiting for you in your apartment, and they squealed when they saw you. "GET IN HERE AND SPILL IT!" You spent all night gossiping and, thankfully, they were very much so into it.

One night you were hanging out with a really sketchy guy, but he was giving out a lot of money so you stick around. His crew ended up switching bars, and since he was making it rain you decided to tag along. You didn't really look at the bar you had gone to but it wasn't luxurious at all, "The Last Drop" you think it was called.

You were sitting next to the guy as he played poker with some other people, and you decided to go to the bathroom. Honestly, you needed a break.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were tempted to kiss it. Damn you looked good. You checked inside your purse to see the bunch of junk you had in there, and the little pink grenade you had built inside your house with one of Mel's books. You always brought one of those with you, just in case things got ugly. You had actually found pyrotechnics to be a beautiful art, and honestly a pretty interesting hobby.