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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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Could you write the reactions of the Arcane characters (Silco, Sevika, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn) to a reader who went out and came back late at night crying and bruised because she got into a fight with her bullies?

1. The reader didn't tell them who she was going out with or where

2. She didn't take her phone. She just left without telling anyone

Silco: Takes one look at your state, and rises slowly to his feet. One hand takes your chin, turning your face to the light to take in the extent of the damage. An eerie remoteness enters his eyes. In a sparing few words, he gets the details of what happened, and where the altercation occurred. Then he leaves you in Singed's care, and summons the crew. No warning; no explanation. He's already taken off.

There will be a bloodbath in the Lanes tonight.

Afterward, when the bastards heads are on pikes, he'll fold himself around you in bed and smooth a gentle hand through your hair. You'll be assigned a bodyguard after this 'encounter.' And given training in self-defense and situational awareness.

"You'll not be preyed upon by filth like that again."

Sevika: For a moment, she looks ready to belt you one. What were you thinking creeping off in the middle of the night?! Then she gets a look at your state and shakes her head - first in incredulity, then in rage. Can you walk? Good. Show her where this happened. Tell her what your attackers looked like. They can't have gotten far - not when she has lookouts posted in half the Lanes.

Once she's done bashing their heads in, expect a reaming-out while she patches you up. Hasn't she warned you to always be on your guard?

She'll take the day off tomorrow. Not letting you out of her sight until she's sure last night was a fluke and not something more sinister. Also expect to be fed. A lot. You'll need your strength for all the combat drills she will literally drill into you.

"Gonna make you untouchable. Let's see the bastards try."

Jinx: Baby, she was already following from the shadows. Your attackers wouldn't be permitted to lay a finger on you. She'd have perforated them full of lead with PuffPuff. After which you can expect a third degree on why you were out in the middle of the night without your phone. Who were you meeting? Why didn't you tell her where you were going? Has she screwed up and made you mad? Are you abandoning her?

You'll spend the rest of the night reassuring her rather than getting reassurances.

But hey - at least your bullies are taken care of?

"We should, hehehe, find a hole to dump the bodies in, maybe?"

Vi: The first thing she does is rush over to you. Her eyes are angry, but her hands are gentle as she bandages your cuts and tends to your bruises. Her first order of business is making sure you don't have any serious injuries. Next is making sure she's there for you emotionally.

Once you've calmed down, she'll grill you about where you were jumped and who the bullies were. Then she'll prowl the areas on her own until she's narrowed down the suspects - gotten them to confess - and given them the clobbering of their lives.

Thereafter, expect her to accompany you when you're outdoors at night. She doesn't need you running into more creeps.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I'd feel better knowing this doesn't happen again."

Caitlyn: She's not crying, but she's stricken and near-tears when you stumble home. Your phone already had a dozen texts and missed calls before she realized it wasn't on you; she's already called her Enforcer colleagues for favors on whether you've been spotted anywhere in X or Y vicinity.

The second she realizes you've been jumped, her mind goes to the big picture. Those bullies are still out there. They might hurt someone else - or do worse. But for now, the main order of business is getting you bandaged and in a safe headspace.

She'll be by your side, soothing and reassuring, at every step. Never once will she ask why you were out at night, or why you didn't have your phone on you. It's only once you're better that she'll slip into cop-mode and question you about the bullies. Then she'll put on her detective hat to track them down.

"Hm? Oh - just a few errands to run. Nothing to worry about. I'll bring back your favorite croissants from the bakery, all right? Rest up."

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letters-to-rosie · 5 months

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My big fat Zaunite wedding sounds interesting, who's getting married? And who's being a spoil sport about the giant fan?

I guess the fastest way to explain would be to give a plot summary:

Mylo is getting (somehow) married in Holdrum, and to make sure everything is going smoothly, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Claggor, and Ekko go with him to make sure everything is looking good before Vander and everyone else can come down. And it turns out the Mylo's friend who was supposed to be handling everything has wound up in some legal trouble. To make the wedding actually happen, the family has to band together and get creative. But they're still dealing with a lot of baggage. Namely, Mylo and Jinx have never properly made up, even though they're older now and growing in other areas. There's the question of the childhood bullying and the accident that nearly took the lives of their family. Claggor hopes that planning the wedding can bring them all together, but what he and Vi don't know, but Caitlyn suspects, is that Jinx's late agreement to get involved isn't motivated by a desire to help. Instead, after having called up Silco for advice, Jinx is planning to ruin the wedding, and the only person on to her is her ex-best friend, Ekko. The game is on.

(so basically they have beach and wedding-planning shenanigans and Jinx is trying to ruin everything and Ekko is trying to thwart her plans without letting everyone else know because Vi is really happy Jinx is helping. later on, Mylo and Jinx are able to actually have a good talk about what happened between them and make up and the wedding happens, cue family fluff. Jinx also gets a boyfriend for her troubles)

(and re: the fan, Jinx gets a giant fan to try to blow sand over the part of the beach where they're setting up things for the wedding. Ekko barely stops her in time lol)

#my big fat zaunite wedding #rosie's writing desk #arcane #caitvi #timebomb #family fluff

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juniper-sunny · 1 year

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The Art in the Heart - Chapter 10

It’s time to tell Silco the whole truth of your history. Who knows if it might scare him off for good…

Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act I | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | TW: Mentions of Bullying, Mugging, Offscreen Death | WC: 2.27k

ao3 || Masterlist || Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

taglist: @sherwood-forests @deny-the-issue @let-the-monster-out @ariaud @joscelyn02 @crunchlite @sheacrowley

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This might be the last time you ever get to enjoy Silco’s company, and yet you’re staring at the ground. But maybe it’s better that way; if you look into his seafoam teal eyes, you’re liable to drown. They contain the same passion and intensity as the ocean itself, a force of nature that is at times beautifully tranquil, but can never be tamed or controlled.

You wonder if you’ve studied his face enough by now to be able to depict him accurately in a painting. The soulfulness of his eyes alone would take hours to capture, not to mention mixing countless different paints to get that precise color that’s not quite a true blue or green, but something in between. The complexity of the color matched only by the hidden depths of the man himself.

Will your memories be enough of a reference? If he refuses to pose for a portrait?

You should meet his eyes when you talk to him. It’s the least he deserves. But your neck won’t obey you and your head won’t turn either.

(You don’t deserve to look at him.)

Well, no use in putting this off any longer. Clearing your throat hurts, but you finally begin.

“Do you remember how I started working for Pilties?” You had told him that morning a long time ago, the day after the burglary.

“You were selling paintings at a Progress Day fair, when you were 17 years old,” Silco recalls. “When you were about to be arrested for vending without a permit, a philanthropic Topside merchant came to your rescue. He was so impressed by your skill he declared himself your patron on the spot.”

Despite yourself, you feel a beaming pride at the memory. “He wanted portraits for him and his entire family. He had a wife and four kids, so it was a literal jackpot. It was a pain in the ass getting them to pose, though.”

The lump in your throat returns with a vengeance, a harsh, choking pain. Along with memories and old wounds resurfacing that you normally try to keep at bay. It’s been a long time since you actively recalled them. The act of confession seems to worsen your agony.

“At that time I was still living here, at Janna’s Hearth. Kharon, Teema, and Cuny were happy for me, but the other kids… weren’t,” you say slowly. “They’d say stuff like I was a Piltie bitch, or that I was turning my back on the Undercity. Some said that my real mom was a prostitute and that my dad was a Topsider, so I should just leave the orphanage and go ‘home’.” That one gets a chuckle out of you.

Silco grimaces. “That’s not funny at all.”

You shrug. “It’s just kids talking shit, you know? But then… it started getting worse.”

Telling Silco about the bullying is easier than you thought. It’s been so long now, you suppose it’s a blessing that there are some memories you’re emotionally detached from at all: your paints getting stolen, paintbrushes destroyed, sketchbooks torn up. Some of your already completed canvases had even been burned, forcing you to request a delay in commission deadlines.

(And you deserved every minute of it.)

It doesn’t seem to be easy listening for Silco, though. For all his experience as a revolutionary, you’d think he’d be made of tougher stuff. His face turns stiff as stone, his grave demeanor betrayed only by the trembling of his clenched fists.

“My friends really pulled through for me,” you continue. “Gita and Kai would take turns watching my stuff when I wasn’t around. Nyle beat some of the bullies up too. They were great… and then they started asking for money.

“I was happy to give it to them at first. But Gita and Kai kept asking for more and more, and they didn’t want to hang out unless I had money for them. That’s when I told them to piss off,” you admit. You hope that Silco won’t ask you to go into more detail; part of your ego never healed from the fact that your “friends” wanted you to pay for the pleasure of their company.

You can’t help the way you sound: spoiled by your good luck. Complaining about having more than enough money to help your friends.

(You really do sound like a Piltie bitch right now.)

“What about Nyle?” Silco asks grimly.

“Oh, she was great,” you say with a watery smile. “Never asked for a single coin. We moved in together. She even insisted on splitting all the bills.

“Then one night… I was walking home,” you hunch in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees. Fisting the cuff of your pants until your knuckles turn white. “I had just gotten paid… and someone was following me. I tried to get away, but they caught up to me. I ended up losing all my money that night.”

Silco’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. “What did they do to you??”

“Oh, nothing,” you cringe at the misunderstanding. (Don’t make Silco pity you for something that never happened. Stop trying to make a martyr of yourself.) “They never touched me. I just threw my money at them to get away. But that was my half of rent for the month.

“Nyle lost her shit at me that night. It turned out that Gita and Kai were sharing the money they got from me with her. That way Nyle could play both sides,” Even after all this time, a bitter part of you is still impressed by your former best friend’s duplicity. Part of the guilt in your chest dissolves into an acidic, burning anger. “Apparently she had been making me pay the entirety of the rent without telling me. I don’t know why she didn’t just ask me when we first moved in, I would’ve been fine with it.

“Anyways… She kicked me out that night. I— I didn’t have anywhere else to go. If Kharon hadn’t found me—“ The tightness in your throat intensifies. Your jaw locks and it hurts to swallow.

That night inflicted scars that never quite healed yet. It hurt to be treated so badly.

(But they needed you. You were a bad friend. And you’re a bad person. Does Silco know what a failure you are?)

“I owe Kharon, Teema, and Cuny everything. I actually live and work here when I’m not on a job. I only stay at the Promenade when I have to meet with Topside clients… apparently people who live in the Undercity for too long smell bad,” you roll your eyes.

“Where are they now? Your ‘friends’,” Silco’s voice is hard and cold.

It’s been a long battle, but you finally give up: your vision swims with tears that start pooling in your eyes. With a wobbling voice, you answer mournfully, “Kai died in the mines. Gita’s missing… no one’s been able to track her down for years. I think Nyle’s a tattoo artist in the Lanes.”

You still need to pull yourself together. If Silco hasn’t figured it out by now, there’s still one more thing you need to spell out for him.

It’s the hardest, but most important thing to say. The heartbreak can come later.

“It was all my fault… If I were a better person… I could’ve saved them. I should have saved them. But I was too greedy… I wanted to keep my friends and my money. And now I have money and no friends,” the mirthless sound that escapes you is more of a cough than a laugh. “Do you still want a spoiled, selfish brat like me in the Children?”

Silco pulls you in for a hug before you finish your question. His arms wrap tight around you as you finally succumb to great, heaving sobs.

It’s not just the shame and remorse from past demons that’s tearing your heart apart right now.

Now that Silco knows everything, he’s going to leave you. And that terrifies you.

You’ll never see him again.

As if he can read your thoughts, Silco starts wiping your tears. Pulling you in closer, forcing you to lower your legs so you’re pressed into his torso.

“You are none of those things,” he says softly. “You did no wrong in those terrible circumstances. Listen to me,” he places his hands on the side of your head. Firmly but gently tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “You must understand this: the ones who dared call themselves your ‘friends’ betrayed you. All they did was take advantage of your generosity.”

“But—”

“You didn’t fail them,” he cuts you off, correctly anticipating your counterargument. “Their well-being was not your responsibility. Even if it were, that would have been too much for any one individual to handle alone.

“You did nothing wrong,” he repeats.

With his hands still holding your face, you can’t turn away. It’s almost disorienting, the effect his words have on you. Warmth and relief are twin arms around your heart. They’re not quite enough to save you from drowning, but they pull a great deal of weight off your shoulders, making it easier for you to swim to the surface.

One of Silco’s hands wraps around the back of your head. The other holds your chin. Directing your gaze upwards as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I will say it as many times as you need to hear it… You’re perfect,” he whispers.

It’s not enough to pull you out of the waters you’ve been treading for years. But in between your sobs, you take a deep, gasping inhale, filling your lungs and body with a renewed vitality.

Your hands rise to touch him. The action is involuntary, but feels perfectly natural. One of your hands falls on the side of his neck. The other rests on his shoulder.

“You’re cute, too,” Silco’s nose touches yours. You hear the smile in his voice more than you see it. He’s so close to you now.

You sniffle and laugh. “I’m surprised you remembered last night.”

(“And I meant it when I said you were cute. You are cute. Feel free to ask me when I’m sober. I’ll tell you again and again, as many times as you need to hear it.”)

“Don’t you know? I always keep my promises,” he says under his breath.

His lips part. The perfect space to fit yours against him.

All you need to do is lean in closer…

And closer…

And—

“Auntie?” Vi’s voice shatters the moment. The little girl stands in the doorway.

You pull back with a gasp. Breaking free from Silco’s hands.

“Hi sweetie!” You squeak out. Jumping to your feet. Almost stepping on Silco in your haste to run to Vi. Silco’s words and the intimate moment have you wound up, your heart hammering erratically and palms sweating.

He scoots backwards. Eyes following your progress across the room.

You crouch down next to the little girl, determinedly fixing your gaze on her. “What’s up?”

“Is my rabbit here?” The little girl asks.

Silco notices the toy. It’s still next to the bed that Powder was hiding under. He picks it up and hands it to you, looking you in the eyes when he does so.

You take it from him without returning his gaze.

“Here you go, Vi,” you tell her. “Have you finished breakfast yet?”

“No.”

“Tell Kharon I said it’s okay for you to have seconds,” you pat her head. “You have to eat a lot so you grow big and strong!” Hopefully the manic energy in your voice comes off as enthusiastic and not panicky.

After receiving another smooch on her forehead, Vi dashes off.

You’re tempted to run after her. But you can't leave Silco behind. You stand and take a deep breath, turning to face him.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Whatever on earth for?” Silco asks, getting to his feet. Stepping closer to you.

It’s hard to find the right words. To describe how much Silco means to you. His friendship, his support, his countless kindnesses…

It means everything. So much more than you can say.

Instead of speaking, you hug him. Standing on tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.

He reciprocates immediately. Lean but corded arms wrapping around your waist. Nuzzling his cheek against your hair.

He keeps you warm. Not just with how comforting his arms are around you, but also melting the painful frost that’s trapped your heart for so long.

You don’t know how long you both hold each other in silence. It’s nice enough that you want it to last forever. Two moons orbiting each other, unable and unwilling to break free to rejoin the greater galaxy. You press your face into his chest while he strokes your hair.

Silco’s stomach gurgles. Rumbling the moment like shattering glassware.

You wince when you pull away from him. “I’m so sorry, I forgot you haven’t eaten. Why don’t you go and get some—”

“I’m fine,” Silco insists. He looks as chagrined as you feel. “Besides, we have many more rooms to finish.”

“I can take care of it—”

“Please, allow me to help you,” Silco says. “Then perhaps you’d like to join me for brunch?”

You take a moment to ponder his offer. Even if you weren’t starting to get hungry yourself, good food is always more enjoyable in good company.

And Silco is the best company you could ever hope to ask for.

When you tell Silco yes, he beams at you.

Gods, what a beautiful smile. You hope you’ll get the chance to paint it one day.

Chapter 11

#Arcane #Arcane fanfic #Silco #Silco x Reader #Arcane Silco #Silco Arcane #my writing #The Art in the Heart #TAITH #bullying tw #mugging tw #death tw

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tykobrian · 2 years

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Insp: meta by @sandraharissa

Following are some of my own musings regarding this scene which is in no way essential to enjoy/ comprehend the gifset:

Before having read sandraharissa’s meta on the above scene, I used to get blue in the face with frustration over how Vi’s last comforting (It’s okay) words had no calming effect on Jinx. Because, years ago wasn’t Silco, the literal guy who was about to murder all of Jinx’s family, able to start winning her over with these EXACT same words????

Silco comforted her after Jinx did his job for him by inadvertently killing her family. Years later it seems history repeated itself when Jinx granted Vi’s wish of getting Silco out of Jinx’s life by inadvertently killing him. Yet when Vi, by coincidence, tried to comfort Jinx using the exact same words Silco used on her all those years ago, it doesn’t work? In fact, it backfires? What the hell is going on here??

I think it all sums up to how Jinx always put Vi on a pedestal and saw their sisterhood as one-sided (And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw that I needed you more) and how Silco was able to establish himself and jinx as equals. Let’s backtrack.

I think we all agree that while Jinx loved Vi very much she was always down thinking of herself as a burden to her and her family. The council archives transcripts shine some light on Jinx’s perception of Vi and their relationship. As far as Jinx is concerned, she always failed in ways that mattered and suspected Vi of secretly resenting her. It didn’t matter that Vi made sure she had enough chance to practice her fighting skills out in the field so to speak, what mattered is with Vi she always screwed up. All this and coupled with Milo’s incessant bullying along with Claggor and Vander’s apparent indifference made her think that they weren’t a family after all.

However, being with Silco seemed to change everything. Not only was Jinx able to make impressive bombs/ gadgets and weapons, but she was also able to make herself into a formidable fighter who Silco relied upon. Silco trusted her enough to make her an integral part of his operation. If Sevika and Marcus’ words were to be believed then yes, she still kept screwing up. However, this time her accomplishments were enough for her to not let her failures weigh her down completely. In addition, Silco had years to open up to her and convince her of how similar they were. Perhaps it irritated Jinx but it had its intended effect. Jinx believed that she and Silco were broken in the same way and she was loved and trusted by him. Besides, he had all those years to show her how he was there for her while Vi was not. In the end, Jinx ended up mistakenly believing that Silco, with the help of Marcus, kept Vi and her apart by locking her up in Stillwater. She also stopped believing that Vi abandoned her because she identified all the times Silco said so as him manipulating her. Lastly, she blamed him for taking everything away from Vi and her.

“He took everything from us. Right here, he stabbed Vander in the back. Just like he planned to do with me. ll the time saying you abandoned me when he knew the truth. Liar.”

I don’t know if Silco’s death and last reassuring words made her drop any of these beliefs but I think Jinx still had a soft spot for him because she associates all her accomplishments with being with him.

On the other hand, although Vi came back into her life, she never showed any signs of accepting her present self of Jinx. Look, I KNOW they barely had time to interact, let alone have any time to have a proper heart-to-heart to be on the same page. However, in the end, Jinx thought that she had enough evidence to see that Vi has changed too much to accept the changes within her. While I am glad to see that unlike years ago, she isn’t going to settle for jumping into the arms of anyone who will console her and try to fit into their life, it still hurts, you know? Especially when you think hard enough you realize that Silco would have never wanted to blow up Piltover and openly initiate an all-out civil war. If I was able to understand Silco, then I think he would have used fishbones as a deterrence like many nations in our world uses nuclear weapons intending to dissuade their enemies from attacking them. Sure, he hated Piltover and his hatred ran way deeper than that of Jinx’s, but he was much more strategic and took any step only after weighing the possible consequences.

Back to Jinx and Vi. She thinks Silco’s death would have finally freed his and Jinx’s grip on her Powder. Oh, how wrong she was. Anyway, you all know how little time she had to process Jinx’s transformation yada yada yada but I think for now Jinx has decided that no words will ever make them how they used to be. On the other hand, I think it will take Vi years and years to acknowledge the positive roles Silco played in her sister’s life. Or she may never understand how Jinx could ever have a soft spot for him. On a different but related note, Jinx’s resentment for Caitlyn will only go up from now on.

So, lots of drama to look forward to in Season 02 I guess. Will JInx ever realize that like her and Silco, Vi is just as broken? Will she realize that since she has become Vi’s equal in her combat abilities and perhaps even surpassed her, she doesn’t need Vi the way she used to anymore?

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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Here's one to throw you for a loop- Thoughts on Omega Vander??

We've got O!Jayce already and for good reason but I've literally never seen a single person suggest O!Vander which is a shame but does make sense, man's legit a brick wall. An Alpha if I've ever seen one. BUT THINK FOR A MOMENT, I implore you

I just imagine him as like this sweet huge teddy bear brick wall of an Omega, mama bear who will not hesitate to snap the neck of someone so much as looking at his kids wrong. Everyone thinks it's real funny how he's got the perfect Alpha body but not the biology to match (cue many salty Alpha's akskskffhd). Using his unusual strength/size to his advantage all the time, picking up his kids/his tiny Alpha (tiny only in proportion to him cus Silco is still like 6'')

Also also, he absolutely bullies Silco into giving him a baby at one point and poor Silco is just like "for god's sake isn't 5 enough" no the answer is no. There will never be enough. He brings home every orphan he comes across and Silco is sick of it. They say it takes a village to raise a child wrong, Vander wants to RAISE a village, tho tbf I feel this is the case no matter his designation lmao he just wants a big family. He just wants to do more caring than he does protecting in this cursed timeline, ig

So I have actually thought about omega Vander previously. Just nothing that was solid enough to post/write about.

He is absolutely the embodiment of mama bear. Protective of his kids to the point where he's scary but also soft (but firm) with them. Honestly considering he's living in the Undercity I think he's drawing more alphas eyes than making them jealous. Sure he might not have curves in the right places but he's very easy to get along with, can cook a mean meal, and clearly takes good care of the pups he has.

Silco honestly is probably borderline between feeling emasculated and being turned on when his omega manhandles him so easily. Because on one hand Silco very much does want to be seen as A Strong Competent Alpha on the other hand... well there's a reason Vander ended up his mate and not just a Brother-In-Revolutionary-Arms.

That's the thing. If Vander is the omega of the two I think they're much more likely to end up having (biological) kids earlier and just generally more likely. Because it's easier for him to convince Silco around to it when it's Vander body that'll be carrying and caring for them for that first year or so (and honestly further I'm not convinced Silco knows how to cook in most of my verses no matter his designation). There's less effort on Silco's part in the child creation so considering he's fairly neutral on it each time (I do think he's the kind of person that loves his kids... after he has them) the fact Vander wants one/another is more likely to push Silco over into agreeing. Although yeah I feel like once they hit the 4/5 Silco gets more adamant that they need to stop. Because as much as Vander wants a tribe Silco is more the kind to have a lower number of children so they can provide better for them. Still it's a struggle to keep saying no to him every time Vander asks if they can have another.

#Vanco #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Arcane mpreg #mpreg #Vander Arcane #Silco Arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon question #Regardless of their designations #Vander is much more of a home maker than Silco #and sure he probably cares more about a house feeling like a home #and being lived in than necessarily clean #but he actually does cook and clean #Silco outsources those tasks to someone else #AS SOON as he can afford it #and in the verses where he's been living with Vander #since they were teenagers he's always had Vander to do it for him

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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lil blood.

vi begrudgingly seeks your assistance on her search for silco's location in the lanes. even though you were once enemies, you worked together- the fight just ended with you in tears, and her offering you comfort. enemies to friends to lovers because... why not cw: a good amount of cursing, light descriptions of blood and gore, hints at reader's traumatic past, hints at a past of a bully vi, one very light mention of sex.

your gloved fingers pinched the bridge of your nose. "i can't fucking believe i'm saddled with you for this shit. why did you choose me for this and not that piltie... girl you were with?"

"i know the lanes, but not as well as you do. she doesn't know them at all. plus, you're the only half-decent fighter down here silco hasn't gotten to." vi responded. she sounded annoyed that she had to say anything civil or complimentary to or about you.

as much as you would love to thank her for her words, you couldn't help yourself. "wow, violet. i haven't heard you praise anyone in literal years." you replied, voice as saccharine as you could make it, pairing it with a similar grin. "seems you lost that charm about you."

"fuck's sake- like you would know anything about charm. tell me again, who's the last person you ever fucked?"

you stuck your tongue out at her, flipping her off. "i don't need people railing me to know i'm more charming than you are. anyway, are we gonna get this bitch, or do i have to keep listening to your nauseating voice for another ten minutes?" you crossed your arms, tilting your head at her.

vi scowled. you could just see in her eyes that she wanted to toss one back again. "fine, whatever. i don't wanna stay in your presence any longer than i have to."

"finally," you groaned.

"shut. the fuck. up."

you could admit that vi was a better fighter than you were; you weren't as prideful as some would believe you to be. so imagine your surprise when she showed up at your place, banging on the door, impatient as ever. begging- asking- demanding that you fight someone with her. having the balls to tell you to leave your safe space and fight by her side? oh, how satisfying it would've been to slam the door in her face and tell her to shove it.

but you... thirsted for revenge yourself.

so here you were, beating a bodyguard into a small brown stain while vi tried to extract info from the main person you were after.

"he wasn't there!" vi delivered a hearty punch to the lady's cheek. she held the woman up by her collar, nearly choking her out. "where the hell is silco! tell me, and i might let you live. don't tell me, and you'll end up like your friends over there. so spill!"

you reeled back your kick once, twice more, digging into his side, each one ending with a resounding crack from his ribs. you only stopped when you were tired, when your leg ached, stumbling back from his body.

"he moved nearly halfway across the lanes. how did you not already know?" she choked out, her weak voice half sarcastic.

"i need a specific place, damnit. this is your last fucking warning."

all of a sudden you snapped back to reality. it felt like a switch was flipped. you could feel the crisp, heavy air in your lungs, the sweat on your skin, the clothes on your body, the blood that had been splattered on you. you could see the alleyway you had hesitantly followed vi into.

worst of all, you could see the mess of gore you had left that bodyguard in.

"god, finally," vi muttered.

the woman landed with a thud on the ground, gasping for air. "now get the hell away from me!" vi shouted. and ma'am did as told, running back to her unlit abode.

even though your awareness had come back, you couldn't move. your stomach churned with nausea. it had been so long since you were confronted with things of... this nature. you'd been lucky enough to avoid it for so long, and now, all of a sudden, it was thrust back into your face with paralyzing guilt to boot.

"[y/n]."

you remained silent. vi scoffed.

"what? you're tellin' me you're scared of a little blood?" she sounded like she was on the verge of laughing, pushing your shoulder. the ability to move finally returned to you, and you looked up at her with a shaken expression.

her amused expression instantly turned to shock. you looked like you just saw someone kill your parents. your eyes were wide and scared, jittering with disbelief. your lower lip trembled, trying to form any words, but lacking the strength. more than anything, you looked grievously overwhelmed by something that rocked you to your core. vi had never seen you like this- vi had never seen you sporting an expression even close.

"holy shit. what the hell happened? did he say something to you?" what the hell could he have possibly said to make you react like this?

"i... i'm gonna go home." your voice was quiet. hollow. out of everyone, why did you have to react so strongly to this memory of your past life? every single terrifying memory, every bad fight, every horrible injury hit you like a 20-foot wave. the state of your family flashed in and out of your vision until you felt dizzy.

you took a step away from the body, feeling relieved that it was even out of your vision. but vi's hand clapped down on your shoulder, pulling you back to her.

"vi, i'm really not in the fucking mood right now." you tried to sound intimidating. what was supposed to be a hiss came out as a tremble.

"fine, we can walk," vi compromised, walking slowly by your side. "what the hell happened to you? why did that mess with you so much?"

"you've been gone for years. shit's gonna change."

"yeah, i'm getting that. i just wanna know what- what happened? you used to be like a silco on our side. sure, we never got along, but i knew that you were a damn good fighter. what changed?"

"a whole fucking lot. with vander gone, and you gone, everything was thrown out of balance. my folks were killed in front of me for some low bounty they didn't have the money for. and i had to kill just to survive. and i regretted every single time i had to do that. and for a few years after that everything was... kind of peaceful." your eyes filled with tears, and you just let them fall down your dirty, red-stained cheeks. you hadn't expected to monologue, but it felt... nice. "and then you just decided to come back. come back and fuck me over again like you always used to. so get your damn hand off me and let me go back and hide in my apartment."

"you- you didn't have to come with me, [y/n]. i had no clue about any of that." vi's voice had softened just a little. it was almost comforting, but the quivering scowl on your lips remained.

"you didn't make it sound like i had a choice."

vi took a breath as if to speak, before sighing quietly. "i'm sorry."

"sure."

"i'm being sincere, here, damnit. i'm sorry that i fucked things for you tonight, i'm sorry that i forced you to come with me. i'm sorry for all the bullshit i've said in the past, okay?"

you furrowed your brow slightly, but otherwise, you almost relaxed. "i... apology accepted. i'm sorry too. for... the shit i said. and being a bit of a dickhead of a kid," you added the last part with a little chuckle. it felt heavy, but it was better than nothing.

"you were a dickhead of a kid," vi mumbled, laughing along with you.

"oh, you're one to talk." you laughed a little harder. even though vi feigned offense at first, she laughed harder too. it felt strange to forge any sense of camaraderie with someone you could've considered an enemy. but she knew exactly- or almost exactly- what you were feeling, and right now, you had no one else.

the door to your apartment now looked more lonely than before. you hesitated to open it, even though you craved the comfort of your surplus of blankets.

"you sure you wanna be alone after that?"

"it was a... small thing. i'll be fine."

no, you wouldn't.

"it doesn't matter if it was a 'small thing.' you looked scared half to death, that's enough to warrant some support."

"from you? i'll pass." it was another kneejerk reaction, but you refused to believe that vi wasn't just making another joke out of you. after years of being at each other's throats, she's just all of a sudden gonna be nice to you because you had one tough night near her? bullshit.

"whether you like it or not, you need support. i couldn't get it, so i'll give it." vi's voice was perfectly confident- even if you tried, you couldn't change her mind.

admittedly, you smiled a little. "you're not just... making fun of me?"

"well, usually i am. not this time. get the hell in there." vi raised her brows at you until you opened the door. both of you were greeted by the sweet smell of incense, a welcome divergence from the stale odor of the lanes. you stepped inside, kicking off your shoes at the door. vi followed suit, much to your surprise.

"i thought it would be a lot messier, in all honesty," she commented. people down here don't really take much care of their living areas. made sense, since you were essentially a hermit now.

back, surrounded by things your parents had given you, surrounded by all the memories you associated with your old life, you just stood in the midst of it all. tears once again stung at your eyes, taunting you more with every passing second. you sniffled, pressing your lips together, which twitched into a frown.

dear lord don't let you break down in front of vi.

"[y/n]?" vi asked, quietly, leaning forward a bit to peek at your face. for a second, all she could see was you a few years back. back when you were both kids. after every injury, you cried like this when you thought no one could see. she used to make fun of it. gently, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

"hey, hey. it's okay. you can cry."

you still tried to hold back your tears, the second wave of everything crashing down on you. she traced her thumbs back and forth on your clothed shoulders, and somehow, that was what made you break down in loud sobs. resting your head against her upper chest, you let yourself cry for the first time in years. she wrapped her arms around you tightly.

you didn't know how to feel. for the first time in forever, you finally allowed yourself to be emotionally vulnerable. just... it was with someone you used to call your rival.

but her touch was so gentle and caring. you wanted to cry, if it meant she would be there to comfort you.

"i-i'm- i'm so sorry about this," you managed through hiccups and sobs. you found yourself holding onto her tightly.

she didn't laugh at you like she used to. "don't apologize. you don't need to. i get it. cry as long as you need to."

"y-your shirt's gonna-" hic "-gonna get wet."

vi chuckled. "like i care. i don't mind a wet shirt. once again, cry as long as you need to, idiot."

through your cries, you laughed a little. but that smile quickly disappeared, drowning in tears.

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storiumemporium · 2 years

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Arcane Headcanons feat. Pokémon - What Pokémon each character has:

Characters: Jayce - Jinx - Viktor - Vi

(A/N: Listen I've been playing Legends Arceus okay? My creativity is easily distracted 😭

Also this was written on mobile so if it's jank das my bad.)

Jayce:

Pubbies!

Okay, to be more specific: Arcanine, Mightyena and Rockruff

They're the only ones he has, and came about entirely for companionship.

Despite being unevolved, Rockruff is the very first Pokémon Jayce ever owned. He found it one day as a child, digging through their garbage and decided to sneak it scraps from the kitchen.

Naturally, it came back, so Jayce fed the Rockruff again.

And then the next day.

And then the day after that.

Eventually, little Jayce snuck the Rockruff into his home, and by the time he'd been caught they were inseparable.

Arcanine, originally Growlithe, was a gift after the blizzard.

Simply put, PTSD is hard for even the strongest most badass people, let alone a young child who watched his mother almost die in front of him.

He would fly into a wild panic over even the smallest flurries of snow, and it was a fear that wasn't going away and never would no matter how hard they tried, until a family friend bestowed Jayce with his newest friend.

It wasn't easy at first, Growlithe and Rockruff are natural enemies- but Jayce had begun to sleep full nights for the first time since the incident, nestled between the bodies of his two closest companions.

Mightyena came to him in it's current evolution

He found it during the raid on Silco's factory, caged up and tormented.

The creature was vicious, snarling and snapping and drooling everywhere and yet- Jayce couldn't bring himself to leave it.

He has scars on his forearms to show for it.

Mightyena is Jayce's loyalest guard now, despite his attempts to domesticate it.

Jinx:

Banette

Need I say more?

It's the only Pokémon she has, and the only one she needs.

A discarded child that found a discarded doll.

Silco was beyond hesitant to let Jinx- then Powder- have the Banette. It's a rare Pokémon in Zaun with a nasty reputation that precedes it and Silco isn't exactly comfortable letting a child have a creature with such an infamous temperament.

Though Jinx doesn't know it, and likely never will, it's actually Sevika that convinces him.

She's beyond attached to the Pokémon, throwing the full weight of her abandonment issues onto it and it seemingly reciprocating, Sevika points out pragmatically that a dangerous Pokémon is also a good Pokémon for protection, and Banette doesn't seem to possess any desire to harm her.

Banette goes everywhere Jinx does, and has been painted accordingly, done in the familiar chaotic Magenta and Cyan doodles of her own hand- likewise, Jinx has a tattoo of Banette, particularly the zipper-smile, across her throat.

Viktor:

Listen, listen okay? Bear with me here:

Garbodor, Weezing, and Muk.

Likewise I think later on he comes into possession of Golurk and Audino.

Garbodor, Weezing and Muk- Trubbish Koffing and Grimer at the time, would have all come into Viktors life within days or weeks of each other.

Viktor is hyperaware that he is an outcast, a reject.

So when he meets his trio? Well it feels meant to be.

They become his best friends where he has none, and Viktor guides the three to places of high toxicity where they can feast- similarly, the three protect Viktor savagely. Relentlessly chasing away would-be bullies.

In a way, the three Pokémon shape Viktor into the man he is today; creatures that are horribly mistreated, borne from the filth and detritus rampant in Zaun. A living legacy to the suffering of his people.

But he doesn't resent the Pokémon for that, he loves them dearly in fact. Hypothesizing that they formed in an attempt to combat the rampaging toxicity of the Undercity, Viktor's research prior to Jayce heavily involved this line of thought.

Golurk was a snide insult in the form of a gift. Pokémon like Weezing, Muk and Garbodor simply don't exist in Piltover, and those that weren't fazed by his disability and place of origin most certainly were by the filthy Pokémon that followed him loyally.

The Pokémon was left with a simple note: 'Do try to clean yourself up.' Despite this, Viktor didn't have it in him to get rid of the automaton. Rather, he affectionately named the Pokémon Blitzcrank and added him to his family. Now Viktor's presence is announced by the powerful thudding of Golurks feet, as well as his toxic friends.

Audino was last, and frankly? Audino chose him, not the other way around.

Audino found him at the height of his disease progressing and began to loyally follow him around, a tendril of its ear wrapped faithfully around the palm of his hand.

Even at the height of his bitterness, Viktor had to admit he was comforted by the sweet Pokémons presence.

It's the only one he has without a Pokéball.

Vi:

Lopunny, Smeargle, and Machoke.

Lopunny was the first, of course, then a Buneary with a missing ear, being bullied by some local kids and their Pokémon, Vi had jumped in to protect it.

Immediate partners for life.

Buneary developed a temper from Vi, picking fights with everything and everyone it could, and subsequently despite the many times it had to be nursed back to health, it evolved within months of meeting Vi.

Now a Lopunny, it became very protective of Vi, much to her chagrin.

Machoke was next, originally a Machop, it had consistently gone to pick fights with Vi's Lopunny, no matter how many times it fainted.

Vi realized the Machop didn't do this with any other Pokémon, only her Lopunny, and realized that the little Machop was infatuated.

No matter the attempts to shoo it away, Vi new the Machop was a permanent fixture in their lives and decided to catch him, adding him to the team.

Smeargle was Powder's, before the factory.

She finds it again with Caitlyn, down in the Sump after her fight with Sevika.

It's half feral, scarred and afraid, but Vi manages to coax it to recognition. Much like herself, and much like Powder, it would never be the same again.

But that's okay.

#arcane #Jayce #Jinx #Viktor #Vi #arcane headcanon #My Headcanons #jayce headcanons #jinx headcanon #viktor headcanons #vi headcanon

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that-one-rat-in-the-cupboard · 2 years

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Copper Eyes and a Purple Drug

Second post and it’s the start of a new (and long) Arcane fanfic between an oc of mine and the one and only Silco. It will take a few chapters for Silco to make an appearance, but I hope you enjoy chapter 1! Az signing off <>

Word Count - 3.6k

Warnings - Bullying, Swearing, Slight NSFW(nothing graphic), mentions of wounds, dart gun, (If I forgot any let me know and I’ll add them)

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Running From Progress

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Laughter filled the air around her. She was used to it, the joyous thrall from their guts. She didn’t know laughter personally, but she heard it from others, becoming familiar with its sound from a young age.

Piltover. The city of progress and Hextech. The city was shrouded in a bright hue of light. Buildings coated in white and outlined in gold, the quiet thrill of blue light popping up and cascading over the city every so often. It was glorious. The people that lived in Piltover were of inventors and intelligence. Most adorned the white and gold colors, prominent in anything regarding Piltover. Blue was another big color. Enforcers wore it in their suits and armor alongside gold, not as much white.

Piltover was an amazing, breathtaking city shrouded with magik and wealth, laughter and friends, polite chats and shared drinks. At least, that’s what she had seen from the sidelines. She was not one joined in the chorus of laughter, it was a sickening chorus to her. Greeting a bubbling feeling in her gut, threatening to force its way up her throat and out her mouth. She held it down as she forced her fallen self up onto her elbows.

Piltover. The city of progress and dark, dark secrets.

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“If you would just fight back you wouldn’t keep getting hurt like this. Just show em who’s boss!” He called out, fiddling with a puzzle toy he had plucked from a desk while talking.

She scoffed at his words, “If I fight back they hit harder, for longer, Draven. I may seem insane for letting them beat me in the back alleys, but I know what I’m doing.” She snapped back, a sharp hiss escaping her throat as Vere applied a peroxide-soaked cloth to her palm.

“Mhm,” Draven hummed, “Sure ya do.” Draven was annoying. That was the nicest way she could put it. He always stuck his nose into anything that wasn’t his that he could get his hands on. It was part of why he was part of this group, shunned by the rest of Piltover and left to scrap together all their gold earnings just to afford rent for a tiny little apartment that could barely fit them all.

This little group consisted of six(6) people including her. There was Draven, Vere, Hexo, Dev, Lar, and, of course, herself.

Draven was one of her ex-boyfriends, two of which were in the 6-person group. He had short, choppy black hair, a tall, skinny frame, and pale skin. He cared about no one but himself, another reason why he was part of the group. He was rude and blunt, but also trying to flirt with any man or woman he saw attractive, and usually failing.

Vere was a good friend of hers, and someone they loved to playfully flirt with from how easily he became flustered. He was shorter than her by a few inches, standing at about five foot six. His hair was short and always styled nicely, but also quite plain compared to the people of Piltover. It was a natural red with small streaks of dark orange, more dull than a fire, but a flame nonetheless. He was the designated first-aid when she was out of commission. He was a nerd and spent most of his time reading about anything and everything that piqued his interest.

Hexo was a mutual friend of Vere and her. He was more interested in the dangerous and destructive aspects of inventing, but was also the most shy and introverted person you could meet. He didn’t like talking to anyone he didn’t know, hated being in big crowds, and seems almost rude when people first meet him. However, once you get to know him, he was the sweetest, kindest person you could meet. He loved talking about his new inventions, even ones he had in progress. His hair held more grey tones, despite his young age, creating a salt-and-pepper look between the black. It was rare to find him without a set of goggles on his face or around his neck. He was the only one in the group that went to school, attending Piltover's star university.

Dev was one of the most neutral people in the group. He was still passionate about his beliefs and ideologies, but kept them private unless a person asked, or if he was provoked enough. He had the lightest coloured hair of anyone in the group, a bit darker than a dirty blonde. He was skinny and lanky, about the same height as her at about five foot seven(5’7”). He was usually cool and collected, and another friend of hers. He was also her other ex’s non-blooded brother.

Lar was her last actual love, she had tried dating Draven as a rebound but it blew up in her face. Lar had been kind and caring and so, so loveable. But she was naive, and took his love for granted, her heart yearning for others. She had told him about it, thinking he deserved to know. He blew up on her each time it happened. And she cried every time it happened. It went on for two years before he left her for good, blowing up on her once more when he found out she had found someone new, Draven, only a few days after the breakup. He had said terrible things to her, and she cried for hours. They barely talked since, but they were forced to live together just to make ends meet. He had dark brown hair that fell in dark ringlets, over his shoulders. His skin held a slight tan tone and he had a good amount of weight on him, but it wasn’t all too noticeable from the amount of baggy clothing he always wore.

Vere apologized to her after hearing her hiss in pain from the peroxide, “ ‘s alright, darlin’. You’re just doing your job.” Vere blushed at the nickname, but continued to clean the wound as Dev and Lar chatted quietly on the couch, playing a game of cards. Hexo was tinkering with a new project at the desk in the far corner, and Draven was still focused on solving the puzzle toy, obviously struggling with the childrens’ toy.

Once her wounds were clean and bandaged and Vere began packing away the first-aid supplies, she stood and strode over to Hexo’s desk. He was hunched over it as if he were a cooked shrimp, poking and prodding at what looked to be a new automatic dart machine. His last one failed, striking Draven in the shin two or three times. Now, Hexo was back to slaving over his work, meticulously trying to find and solve the problem.

As she leaned over his shoulder, his hands didn’t falter and he remained calm. She was the only person he knew wasn’t judging him, only trying to help and provide input. And provide input she did, “See this gear here?” she mumbled over his shoulder as she pointed to it. He hummed in confirmation and she continued, “The teeth are hitting the trigger as it turns,” she carefully moved the gear, and just as she said, one of the teeth clicked against the internal trigger, “It keeps moving even after the first shot. If you use a gear with alternating shorter teeth it should prevent the constant firing.”

Hexo nodded and immediately began searching through his box of small gears, nuts, bolts, screws, etc. She pulled away from hovering over him, but still watching as he replaced the gear, loaded two new darts, and aimed for the target Vere and her had made him. He pressed the button to trigger the mechanism. The machine clicked once, the dart flying out and hitting the cardboard target. Hexo held his breath for a moment, expecting another shot to ring out, but there was only silence. He relaxed for a moment before pressing the trigger button again. The second dart flew out, and there were no more clicks.

Hexo immediately perked up, smiling wide before pulling his goggles down his face to hang around his neck, staring wide-eyed in pride at the machine, “It worked!” He turned on his heel to face her, a small but proud smile on her pale lips as a glimmer shone in his eyes, “It works!”

She nodded, “That it does. Now, I do believe you have classes today, don’t you? Tutoring with those two famous scientists and an afternoon lecture before more tutoring, right?”

Hexo’s smile fell almost instantly, “Shit! I’m gonna be late!” He raced to his desk quickly shoving his books and lunch in his bag. She watched with a soft chuckle, “Want me to walk you again?”

He turned to her with a quirky smile, “Actually, Mr, Himender said you could come with me to my morning tutoring today!”

She raised an eyebrow, “Did your tutors agree to this as well?”

A brighter smile spread across his face as his eyes pinched closed, “Yup! Jayce said he’s excited to meet you, and Victor said that as long as you don’t break anything or distract me too much, he doesn’t care.”

She hummed in response before giving a shrug, “I don’t see why I can’t tag along then.”

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Mr. Himender met the two just outside the front doors of the university, smiling as he saw Hexo running up, apologizing for being late. Mr. Himender assured him he was fine, as long as it didn’t happen again. He glanced around Hexo to see her walking up the steps of the school, bowing her head slightly in greeting. No other words were said between the two as Hexo, growing anxious about being late to his tutoring, urged her to follow him through the doors and up the stairs of the university.

The lab Hexo tutored in was an interesting one. Any lab coated in a hue of magik would be an interesting one. A man turned to the doors as he heard his and his partner’s names be called, “Hexo! Nice to see you on time for once.”

“Almost,” a quiet, russian-accented voice called out, “He is almost on time, Jayce.”

Jayce sighed, “It’s only by a few minutes Victor. Besides, I’m sure it’s for good reason. He did say he’d have a ‘new and improved’ invention for us today.” Jayce’s words were laced with slight concern and worry. Apparently the apartment wasn’t the only place Hexo’s machines backfired.

At the mention of a new invention from him, Hexo perked up, “Yeah! Actually, I do! It’s riiiiight…” he began digging through his satchel, trying to find the small device, only to come to a horrible realization, “...here. Oh no. Oh no no nonono, crap!”

Victor spoke again, “What’s wrong? Don’t tell us you forgot it.”

Hexo lowered his gaze to the floor, about to confess in confirmation when her voice cut through the air, “He didn’t forget shit,” he snapped his head over to her where she had been lingering by the now closed doors, “Kid, heads up, catch.”

Hexo quickly raised his hands in front of him as the device slipped from her hand, flying through the air and landing against his chest, held close by his hands. His eyes brightened as a hopeful smile graced his features, “You brought it!”

She smirked upon seeing him so happy, “Course I did. I’m not letting a friend of mine embarrass themselves that easily,” she sighed, “What would you do without me?”

Hexo chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, head snapping over to Jayce when he spoke, “Uh, Hexo, who is this, and why did you let them into the lab?”

“Oh! Uh, this is one of my flatmates! B, this is Jayce, and over at the desk is Viktor. Jayce, Viktor, this is my flatmate, she mainly just goes by B.”

Jayce hummed, “Well, B, it’s very nice to meet you.”

She simply hummed in response and nodded her head, “Pleasure to meet you as well. Hey, Hex, why don’t you show ‘em what you were working on this morning.”

Hexo quickly nodded in excitement, “I would, but uh, it’s not loaded. And I don’t have any extra darts.”

Viktor spoke up, “I’m sorry, I think I heard you wrong. Darts?”

She ignored Viktor’s words and pulled three darts out of her boot, holding them out to Hexo, “I remembered the machine, did you really think I’d forget the darts?”

Hexo smiled once again, thanking her as he quickly grabbed them and loaded them into the device. Jayce and Viktor moved over to her, Viktor whispering to her, “He told us about the last time he tried to make a dart machine. It was in your apartment and ended horribly. Why would you bring it here for him?”

“Because I know it’ll work,” She shrugged off his concern, watching intently as Hexo loaded the device, clicking it closed. Jayce was the next to speak, “How do you know? Did you do any testing?”

“I wouldn’t have let him do this if it wasn’t gonna work,” She ignored Jayce’s second question, more focused on analyzing Hexo’s aim at a cork board, “Up an inch, Hex! You’re aiming for the cork, not a paper.”

Hexo listened with zero hesitation, remaining focused before pressing the trigger button. The dart flew through the air and landed perfectly in the cork board. Jayce and Viktor held their breaths for a moment, expecting the next two darts to come flying out in an instant. But they didn’t. They remained snug within the chamber, waiting for the next satisfying click one to fly out.

Jayce and Victor’s held breaths were released with shocked expressions. Hexo pressed the button again, sending another dart out and burying it’s needle in the cork. She smirked in pride, a look of ‘I told you so’ blanketing her features as Jayce and Viktor glanced at her, the final click and whistle of the third dart echoing through the lab like a ricocheting bullet.

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That was only the first time she would visit the lab, and many more followed. At least once a week she would walk to the university with Hexo, staying in the lab with him and his tutors in the mornings, leaving to grab lunch during Hexo’s afternoon classes, and returning just in time for his evening tutoring, reviewing what they had gone over in the tutoring sessions that day.

Over the course of 6 months of this, she and Viktor had grown closer and closer. It had gotten to the point where for lunch, instead of going out to eat, she would pick up the food and bring it back for them to share in the lab at his desk while Jayce was off at lunch with the other council members. Viktor would sit in his chair while she would sit on his desk next to him, clearing the spot of his notes beforehand so they wouldn’t be wrinkled.

They became quite the duo, always mumbling to one another, pondering the notes, the upcoming content for Hexo’s tutoring sessions, new possibilities for Hextech, etc. The first time Jayce returned to the lab early, he was quite surprised at the sight. He knew the two were getting close, but he didn’t expect to walk in on her sitting on his desk, leaning towards him to whisper something.

Their friendship didn’t end there though. As Viktor rarely ever left the lab, even to sleep, and would quickly become very stressed, she would worry about him. It started with her trying to get him to take a power nap while she was out getting food for lunch, at least 30 minutes. When that didn’t work, she offered to at least relieve some of his stress. He sighed, “And how do you suppose you would do that?”

It had started with her relieving him under his desk while Jayce and Hexo were out for lunch. By the time the two would return, Viktor and her would already be fixed up and acting as if nothing had happened.

Those short, quick moments under the desk during lunch slowly turned to late evenings that stretched into the dark of the night, a tantalizing tango of gasps and tangled sheets. Kisses and hot breaths.

Jayce and Hexo both noticed how much more relaxed Viktor was the longer his and her secret stretched on. While Jayce didn’t know what was happening, he was just glad Viktor wasn’t as on-edge anymore. Hexo on the other hand, he knew. He had caught her sneaking out of the apartment one night after everyone but him had gone to bed. When he questioned her, she confessed, begging him to keep it a secret. He agreed, as long as she made him cookies. She promised and left. Ever since, whenever Hexo saw the two together, he’d shoot her a knowing smirk, causing a soft dust of pink to coat her freckled cheeks.

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“Can you at least try to be more careful?” Vere had been growing more and more concerned about her, and her injuries that grew more and more each week. Vere had always been tasked with patching her up, trying to convince her to be more careful.

She sighed, “I try, Vere, but they’re always one step ahead! No matter what I do…”

Draven spoke up, “Why don’t we just move somewhere else then? They can’t get to us without knowing where we live.”

Dev butt in, “As nice as that would be, we can barely afford the place we have now.”

After a moment of thinking through Dev and Draven’s bickering, she spoke up, “No,no, he has a point, Dev.”

“He does!?” Almost everyone in the room exclaimed. She rarely ever agreed with Draven.

The man in question was even surprised, “I do?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, “Think about it. If we move somewhere they can’t reach us, we’ll be safe! We won’t have to worry about them finding us if they can’t get to us in the first place.”

Dev crossed his arms, questioning her, “And how do you suppose we do that? We can barely afford the apartment we have. If we try to find anything else we’ll end up going hungry.”

“In Piltover.”

Dev froze for a moment, shaking his head in confusion at her words, “I’m sorry, what?”

“If we try to find anything else in Piltover.”

Draven’s eyebrows knit together, “What are you getting at?”

She took a breath in, “There is a place we can go. A place where we can find an apartment cheaper.”

Draven grew suspicious of her words, “What place are you talking about? The nearest place that could possibly be cheaper is that hellscape of a city across the channel.”

She was silent, giving him a knowing look. It took him a moment, but once he realized what she was getting at, he was quick to speak, “Are you crazy!? Zaun!? Really!?”

The others came to realization and stared at her wide-eyed, “Yes, really! What other choice do we have? We don’t have money to buy a place here in Piltover, or even to take an airship further from here! You brought up the fact of moving. If you’re not gonna stick to it then be my guest, but I’m sticking to it.”

Hexo finally spoke, “She’s right. As scary as Zaun is…we don’t really have another choice besides, well, staying here.”

She nodded at Hexo’s words, but Draven was still trying to win this fight, “Hexo, what about the university?”

“I’ll just have to pay back everything in the future. It doesn’t guarantee me a spot in high society with the other scientists. Besides, I’m sure the people of Zaun would enjoy having dart shooters more than Pilover’s people.”

Draven was beginning to cave, lowering his gaze to the floor. As she noticed, she spoke once more, “All in favor?”

She raised her hand. Hexo raised his next. Vere’s followed. Dev came next, making Draven cave as his hand lifted from his side. All eyes were now on Lar. He looked to Dev’s raised hand before raising his own.

“It’s settled then,” she lowered her hand, “We get everything packed today. We leave tomorrow night.”

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The door clicked shut behind her, a sigh escaping her lips as her hand slipped off the handle. She turned on her heel and pressed her back to the closed door. Another sigh left her as her back slid down the door, “That was harder than I thought.”

“Well if it weren’t for draven setting off one of the smoke bombs too early we wouldn’t have had to deal with the Enforcers.” Hexo glared at Draven as he attempted to defend himself.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you made them difficult to use!”

Hexo sighed, “You light the fuse, roll it, and wait. It’s not my fault you decided to crack it open and set it on fire.”

“Oh please, we had plenty more.”

“That doesn't matter when you almost burned down a building!”

“Enough,” All eyes landed on her as she poured a glass of whiskey. There were six glasses, one for each person, resting on an old, dusty conveyor belt. The only place the group was able to find for their first night in Zaun was an old, abandoned factory by the bay.

Once the last glass was poured, she passed them out to everyone, all sitting on the floor. She raised her glass, the others following in suit as they listened to her speak, “To Running From Progress.”

The clink of glasses resonated through the chasm as they cheered in unison.

“To Running From Progress!”

#arcane #Silco #Victor #Jayce #oc #Viktor x oc #Silco x oc #universe please let this get traction and go well #Copper Eyes and a Purple Drug #Chapter 1 #Multi-chapter series

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