Assistantice (Slico x Reader)
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Last published Sun, Jun 30, 2024
In honer of the new arcane season confirmed for November, I wanted to write this fanfic of slico x reader. Since us slico girlie's won't be seeing him in the new season :(
You're a homeless assassin from the undercity who was always left alone by your mother. She died when you were 14 and you've been alone since then.
One day, slico decided to hire you as his personal assistant, and things in your life start to change.
This will be a slow burn, and chapters may be released inconsistent.
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WARNINGS.
will contain soft smut in later chapters.
Alsocontains mentions of sa, violence, gore, language, and other things you might find uncomfortable.
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