Arcane X Reader (Open)

The streets of Zaun were alive with danger, the air thick with the scent of oil, metal, and something far more volatile.. Shimmer.

You had always been good at navigating this world, moving through the shadows like a ghost, slipping past Firelights, enforcers, and Silco's lackeys alike. But tonight was different.

You weren't just trying to disappear. You were hunting.

Perched atop a rusted catwalk, you adjusted the mask over your face, keeping your breath steady as you watched the Firelights move below. They were after the same thing you were- a stolen shipment of weapons meant for Zaun's black market. But you had no intention of letting them take it.

Your grip tightened around the knife strapped to your thigh. You had clashed with the Firelights before, and one in particular had made it his mission to get in your way every damn time.

You didn't know his real name, but the scar on his lips wasn't the only thing that set him apart. He was ruthless, precise, and always one step ahead. Every time you thought you had the upper hand, he was there, knocking you back down. It was infuriating. And yet, you knew the worst part wasn't how much he frustrated you- It was how much you enjoyed it.

The ambush happened fast. The Firelights moved like a well oiled machine, but you weren't unprepared. Smoke bombs erupted, filling the warehouse with thick clouds of green mist. You darted forward, using the cover to weave between crates, making a beeline for the weapons.

Then, just as you reached out-

"You again"

A firm grip caught your wrist, twisting it just enough to make you drop the blade in your hand. You didn't need to see his face to know who it was. The low, unimpressed growl of his voice told you everything.

"Didn't realize you missed me so much" you quipped, twisting your body to break his hold.

He didn't let go. Instead, he used your momentum against you, slamming your back against a stack of crates. He was too close. Even through the smoke, you could see the glint of his piercing gaze beneath his Firelight mask.

"Funny.. I was about to say the same thing." he shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. Your heart pounded you weren't sure

The fight was quick and brutal. Every time you struck, he blocked. Every time he swung, you countered. It had always been this way with him a dance of sharp edges and near misses.

But tonight something shifted as the warehouse trembled from the chaos around you, the floor beneath you both gave way. You barely had time to react before you were falling, crashing down into a storage chamber below.

Pain shot through your side as you landed hard against the debris. Dust filled the air, and for a moment, all you could hear was the distant sound of fighting above.

Then, you hear a groan... As you turned your head to see what it was you see Scar lying just a few feet away. He was alive, annoyingly so But his leg was pinned under a heavy metal beam.

You could leave him. You should leave him... But- you Couldn't.

"Hold still" you muttered, shoving aside broken planks as you crouched next to him.

Scar let out a short laugh "Didn't know you cared"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine "I don't. But I also don't like owing people, and you saved my ass last time"

He grunted as you pushed against the beam, muscles straining "That why you keep coming back? Can't stand being in my debt?"

You didn't answer, Because the truth the one you weren't ready to admit was that it had nothing to do with debt.

With a final shove, the beam shifted, freeing his leg. He hissed in pain but managed to sit up. You crouched beside him, the tension between you thick enough to choke on.

"You're not as heartless as you pretend to be" he said quietly.

You met his gaze "And you're not as much of an ass as you act"

For a moment, neither of you moved. The fight above had faded, the sounds of battle replaced by the quiet hum of the underground chamber. In the dim light, Scar's expression softened, just enough for you to see past the mask he always wore.

And then before you could second guess yourself- you leaned in.

It was barely a kiss. More of a brush, a lingering hesitation between enemies who had spent too long pretending they didn't care. But the way he exhaled, the way his fingers brushed against your wrist as if testing whether he should pull you closer and It was enough for now.

When you emerged from the wreckage, the battle was over. The weapons were gone, claimed by the Firelights...

You will get them next time. You'll make sure of it-