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mollysunder · 5 months

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I really want season 2 to show us Silco's funeral. I want it to be in a similar tune to how Alexander the Great mourned his father Philip the second of Macedon. By that I mean, I want Jinx to host an elaborate ceremony to publicly mourn Silco all the while the closest attendants are incredibly (accurately) suspicious that Jinx was responsible for his death. And just as in Alexander's case, none of them could do anything about their suspicion, because it was too late.

While Jinx eulogizes Silco's life and aspirations at them the chembarons are surrounded by larger crowd of Zaunites that didn't just come for Silco, they came for Jinx. The crowd screams with her as she publicly laments how Piltover has taken another of their own. The Council wasn't satisfied with a raid and so the Kiramman's sent their heir to put Zaun in its place by shooting it in its Eye and depriving them of his vision. But Piltover can't keep taking, won't keep stealing from their lives because together they can put an end to Piltover's impunity.

The fact that the crowd is eating it up, feeding off her energy, buzzing with excitement in the presence of the one who struck back at those Piltie bastards on the Council makes the chembarons nervous. But the chembarons still feel safer near the almost frenzied crowd than they do around Jinx. No one can look her in the eyes for too long. Her grief up close feels cloying and demanding like she wants them to play along, but if they do they can feel her irritation at them for daring pantomime her grief. One look is all it takes to remain captive as her audience. All the chembarons waited for the pink to fade in Jinx's eyes, for a chance to risk it and make a move. Her eyes dull in light, but they never fade.

Silco in the afterlife: Yes Jinx! Work the crowd! Good! Never stop blaming Piltover! Deny every accusation! Keep those barons on their toes! Lazy backstabbing bastards if they're not! Throw in an acedote for solidarity... good job!!!

#arcane #jinx arcane #arcane headcanon #silco arcane #zaun #just having fun #silco is the ever supportive parent #chembaron #seriously tho jinx is way too scary for any chembaron to do anything to her #without they full knowledge they're risking everything for a single swipe at her

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purplefangirl42 · 11 months

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I Found You

Summary: After an argument left Silco apart from his partner, he is left to reflect on his mistake. A song at Jinx's wedding causes him to make a realization about his relationship and pushes him to fix things before it's too late.

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader

A/N: This is belated birthday gift for my friend @deny-the-issue 💜 love you lots Jasper!

Tags/Warnings: Fighting/Making Up, Wedding Planning/Weddings, Modern AU, Fluff, Slight Angst, Song Fic, Background Timebomb, Past Vanco mention

Song: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (edited to make it GN)

AO3 Link

Silco stared out the window of his office, letting the lights of the city outside fade in and out of focus as he contemplated what the next day held for him. Tonight had been a disaster, not that he had expected anything different from the situation. The only thing that seemed to have gone well was that Jinx had enjoyed the evening, which he supposed was the most important thing. He didn’t have a lot of experience with weddings, but he thought that they were generally a happy event, even with family drama. Namely drama between a parent of the bride and his partner.

The empty seat beside him at the table tonight spoke loud and clear. You were still upset with him and hadn’t even bothered to put up a happy front and deal with him for an evening, not even for Jinx. Then again, you were still present, just seated somewhere else; so he supposed you had chosen to support Jinx at her rehearsal dinner after all. He had only gotten a glimpse of you as you pushed past him on your way out of the hall, never getting the chance to even speak with you.

“Dad?” a quiet voice asked from behind him, interrupting his inner turmoil.

Silco turned his chair around from the window to face his darkened office. Light from the hallway spilled in through the open door, where Jinx was standing. Even in the dark, he could see the sparkles on her blue dress winking at him. Jinx had a concerned expression covering her features, and at the confirmation that he was in his office, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

“Are you okay? You left early.”

Silco sighed and stood from his office chair, circling around the desk to meet his daughter in the middle of the room.

“I’m fine, Pumpkin,” he said, reaching out with his thumb to smooth the worry lines between her eyebrows. “Just tired.”

The comforting motion was something you always did for him when he was stressed. It seemed he had picked up one of your habits during your relationship. He wondered if he would ever feel your soothing touch again. Jinx wrapped her arms around his midsection in a tight embrace, grounding him.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Silco pulled back from her embrace to look down at her in confusion.

“Whatever for? If anything, I should be apologizing to you. This is your weekend, you don’t need to worry about what’s going on with me.”

“I know the fight was my fault,” Jinx said, averting her gaze. “If I hadn’t gotten so upset about what happened, they wouldn’t have spoken up and you guys wouldn’t have fought.”

Silco pulled Jinx back into his embrace and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, swaying her back and forth gently to soothe her. She had been doing so well lately, apart from the outburst of a few days ago. He would do anything in his power to help her maintain the blissful state of mind she had been enjoying.

“Don’t even think about it like that, Jinx. What happened wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own. I shouldn’t have snapped at them like I did. I caused the fight, not you.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Jinx pulled away from the embrace and stared up at him. Her bright blue eyes narrowed as she pointed one of her manicured fingers at his face.

“You better be in a good mood tomorrow. If you spoil things, you know Vi won’t be happy.”

Silco rolled his good eye at her threat. He couldn’t think of a time her older sister was happy with him, even when she was a child. He didn’t blame her, as she had been raised exclusively by Vander, along with her and Jinx’s brothers. He doubted there had ever been a good thing said about him in that household.

At least he had Jinx.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior tomorrow,” he said, placing a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “I won’t let anything ruin your special day. Not even me.”

Jinx lowered her accusatory finger and beamed up at him. She hugged him one final time before turning and exiting his office, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again.

Jinx paced wildly back and forth across their living room, her long blue hair streaming behind her. Silco sat patiently in his arm chair, waiting for her to tell her what had upset her so badly. So far, all he had gleaned from her muttering was “who does she think she is” and “stupid Piltie”, which gave him absolutely no context.

Jinx finally stopped in front of him and threw her hands up in the air for a moment before angrily throwing them back down to her sides.

“What am I supposed to do?!” she cried.

Silco leaned forward in his chair, taking her hands in his.

“About what, Pumpkin?”

Jinx started ranting about how one of her bridesmaids, a girl she knew from art school, had mono and wouldn’t be able to be at the wedding. In an attempt to smooth over the situation, apparently Vander had suggested that Jinx have Caitlyn, Violet’s girlfriend, step in to fill the empty spot at her side.

Silco cringed as Jinx told him about Vander’s suggestion, which Violet had supported. Jinx had walked in on the girl trying on the dress meant for the missing bridesmaid to see if it would fit or need some last minute alterations. He knew his daughter was not fond of her sister’s girlfriend, and the thought of her inserting herself into her special day must have triggered this reaction.

“Would you rather have someone else step in?” he asked her.

He mentioned your name, saying that you could wear the outfit already chosen for you. Jinx replied that you would already be stepping in for a different part of the wedding at the reception and would likely feel uncomfortable being involved in the ceremony as well.

“You can always ask them,” he suggested.

“Ask who what?” came a voice from the door.

Silco and Jinx both looked up at the sound of the voice to see you entering the room. Jinx released her grip on his hands and threw herself in your direction, nearly knocking you over. Silco sighed as he heard her start to ramble on once again about the bridesmaid situation.

“Would it be easier to only have one?” you asked.

“But both Claggor and Mylo will be standing up for Ekko, so one of them will be without a partner!” Jinx shouted, releasing her grip on you to return to pacing.

Silco watched as you furrowed your brow in concern at his daughter. You looked over at him and caught his eye, which he responded to with a shrug. His involvement in this wedding had been mostly financial, as he made more money than Vander and Benzo combined. He had agreed to walk Jinx down the aisle, as was his duty as a father. Since he shared that role with Vander, the dance went to the other man. He hadn’t planned on participating much more than what he needed to.

After a few more minutes of aggravated pacing, Jinx stopped in front of his chair again. She looked at him with pleading eyes, tears forming at the corners. He knew what that look meant. She wanted him to fix her problems for her.

“Jinx, this is something you need to deal with,” he said. “This wedding is your responsibility. I can’t fix it for you.”

The only response he got was a pout, followed by loud stomping as she left the room. The sound of a slamming door upstairs made him flinch. Silco sighed heavily and rubbed his good eye with his hand. Soft footsteps approached him and before long, he felt your fingers smoothing the lines of his furrowed brow. He glanced up to meet your gaze, seeking the warmth of your affection. He was surprised to find a look of disappointment on your face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you murmured before looking away.

“Out with it.”

“You’re her father, Silco. Your advice on what to do about a stressful situation means the world to her.”

Silco huffed in response. It didn’t surprise him that you were in Jinx’s corner. You always worked hard to smooth things over whenever he had an argument with his daughter. Usually in her favor rather than his own. It was something he loved about you, even if you weren’t on his side most of the time.

“She doesn’t want my advice. She wants me to fix it for her so she doesn’t have to do anything herself. She’s getting married, so she’ll have to learn how to do things without my help.”

“You don’t stop being a parent just because your kid gets married, Silco.”

Silco scowled and shook his head. He had already had enough stress revolving around this blasted wedding, and he was ready for it to be done. It was bad enough having to deal with Vander’s constant involvement, the last thing he needed was an argument with you.

“I know I don’t know much about raising children…” you started.

“That’s right. You don’t.”

Silco heard the words leave his lips before he could stop them. They had also come out much harsher than intended. He felt you flinch away at his tone.

“I only meant…” you started again quietly.

Silco waved a hand at you impatiently.

“Just go up and talk to her, since you seem to know what’s best,” he snapped.

The expression that covered your face was a mixture of surprise and hurt. Silco instantly regretted his words and wished he could take them back. He inwardly cursed his temper and stressed mind.

As he thought over the following argument between the two of you, Silco kept picturing your hurt expression. You had eventually left, heading back to your own place, leaving him to deal with Jinx on his own.

He should have called you the following morning to apologize, but he hadn’t. His foul mood had followed him into the next day, his pride keeping him from taking the steps needed to fix things. How was he supposed to fix Jinx’s problems when he couldn’t even solve his own?

The situation that had caused the problem in the first place had been dealt with. Jinx had agreed to let Caitlyn step in as her bridesmaid after a lengthy conversation with Violet over the phone. She hadn’t needed his help in the end, solving the problem on her own as he had advised.

Silco wasn’t sure if that counted as a win or not.

A few days had passed before he had heard from you again, and then it was only in the form of a voicemail. You had said that you wanted some time apart from him. When he had tried to call you back, you hadn’t answered.

He had hoped to talk to you this evening, but that had not worked out. He had been distracted and hadn’t been able to speak with you. When he asked her about it, Jinx had informed him that you were still coming to the wedding, but had asked to be seated apart from him. Something Vander had noticed, leading to their argument in the hall, which had been his distraction. By the time he had returned from his scolding, you had disappeared without a word.

He was providing quite the scandal. Father of the bride with not only one ex-partner present at the wedding, but two. At least that’s where it looked like things were heading.

Silco sat alone in the corner of the reception hall sipping on his drink, trying to tune out the loud obnoxious song playing over the speakers. One would think that the owner of a nightclub would be used to loud music, but for some reason, this time it was getting on his nerves.

He could see Jinx and Ekko jumping up and down along with their guests in the middle of the dance floor, Jinx’s long blue hair flopping carelessly around her as she danced. She looked like she was having the time of her life, which lessened his sour mood the tiniest amount. Her happiness was all that mattered today. That was enough to get him through the evening.

When the loud music came to a halt, Silco muttered a quiet thank you to whatever deity had heard his prayers for it to end its onslaught of his ears. The DJ announced that it was time for the happy couple to have their dance to their chosen song. Silco threw back the rest of his drink, ready to go get another from the bar. He could see his daughter’s dance just as well from there.

As he waited for his fresh drink, the song Jinx had chosen began to play. A spotlight was pointed at the couple as they swayed back and forth in time with the music. Silco hadn’t known what song she had ended up choosing, but based on the rhythm of the music, he felt she had made a good choice. He stood leaning against the bar listening closely as the lyrics began, tapping his foot along with the beat. The first few lines passed over him but when it reached the part he guessed was the beginning of the chorus, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

“I would never fall in love again until I found you.

I said, ‘I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into.’

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found you.

I found you.”

Silco had never been one for sentimental feelings, especially in songs, but something about the lyrics hit him like a truck. He had never heard something so accurately describe how he felt about someone. How he felt about you. After things had ended so badly between himself and Vander, he hadn’t thought love would be possible for him again. That had all changed when he met you. Now he had screwed that up as well, leaving him in the ‘darkness’ once again.

As the song continued to play, his gaze drifted over the crowd until it settled on a form at the edge of the dance floor. You were standing there, looking spectacular in the outfit Jinx had designed for you. Silco watched as you swayed in place to the rhythm of the song, a small smile on your lips as you watched the happy couple in the center.

The song came to an end with a final reprise of the chorus that had touched his heart so deeply, the music slowly fading away. The gathered crowd clapped as Jinx and Ekko left the dance floor hand in hand. Silco could still see you through the dispersing crowd, as you had remained in your spot to talk to someone near you. This was likely the best chance he would have to try and get your attention so he could talk to you.

Abandoning his half finished drink, Silco pushed through the throng of people, keeping you in his sights at all times. He eventually reached your side and came to a stop next to the person you were speaking with. He cleared his throat to grab your attention, which caused you to switch your focus from your conversation to him.

“Excuse the interruption,” he said, trying to maintain a polite facade. “But could I steal you for a moment?”

You gave the other person a smile before nodding to him. He held out his hand for you, and you surprised him by placing your hand in his. He gently pulled you to a door that led outside the reception hall so you could talk privately. The cool breeze of the night air blew through the loose parts of both your outfits, but Silco felt it was refreshing after the stuffy heat of the hall. Once the door closed behind the pair of you, Silco felt you pull your hand from his. The loss stung, but he made sure to not show it in any way.

“The event has been lovely,” you said, taking a few steps away from him. “Jinx looks really happy.”

“Indeed she does. I’m glad things worked out in the end and have gone smoothly with no further problems.”

Silco hadn’t brought you out for small talk, but he wasn’t sure where to begin. He figured an apology was a good starting point. He said your name softly to refocus your attention, which made you turn towards him.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I should not have said the things I did to you, and I should have called you as soon as possible to set things right.”

Silco looked in your eyes as he spoke, so he could see your expression soften as he was speaking, which he hoped was a sign that you would be able to forgive him.

“I know you said you wanted some space, which I will respect,” he continued. “But I wanted to at least try to make some kind of amends. I also wanted to make sure that you knew that I love you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, likely in surprise. Silco had expected that reaction, as it was the first time he had said those words to you, at least directly.

“I don’t say this to manipulate you in any way or to pressure you into forgiving me. It just seemed like something you should know.”

His heart pounding in his chest, Silco turned away from you and started back towards the door. A soft call of his name stopped him in his tracks, but he didn’t turn. He heard the clicking of your shoes on the pavement as you closed the distance between the two of you, followed by the gentle touch of your hand at his elbow.

“You tell me you love me for the first time and then you walk away?” you asked as you came around to stand in front of him. “Not even giving me the chance to say it back?”

Silco inhaled sharply at your second question. Did you intend to return his sentiment?

“You didn’t need to pressure me into forgiving you, Silco. I already have. Do you know why?”

Silco shook his head and avoided your intense gaze. Out of the corner of his field of vision, he saw you raising your hand in the direction of his forehead, no doubt to smooth the wrinkle between his brows. He made no effort to stop you, leaning into your gentle touch when your fingertips touched his skin. After removing your thumb from his face, you leaned in to place your forehead against his.

“Because I love you too, Silco.”

It was said so quietly that he almost didn’t believe he had actually heard it. Regardless, the words sent a beam of light straight to his heart, chasing away the impending darkness that he had feared would consume him once again. A snippet of the song that had pushed him in this direction flowed through his mind, leading him to a solid conclusion.

“I asked to love you once again.

You fell, I caught you.

I’ll never let you go again like I did.”

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think!

#silco #silco arcane #lol silco #silco x reader #arcane #arcane league of legends #gift fic

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cozyqueerchaos · 8 months

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sonadow as parents hc's ? hc's about their kid?

infinadow parents/kid hc's?

oooooo uh.. see its so hard to say how sonic and shadow would act bc they both have equal claim to parental archetypes? like my gut instinct is to say shadow would be the quiet, steady emotional support, whereas sonic would be the extremely protective one (because he already has experience from raising tails and is slightlt more concerned with physical safety than emotional connection). but u could switch that and it would fit just as well askakglalla

INFINADOW THO,,, hmmm. infinite would always be teaching the kid(s) to fight and be cruel and WIN and shadow would be forced into being the voice of reason and be like "okay.. fighting is fine but maybe attempt to resolve the conflict some other way first," and then infinite would immediately be like "im sorry how were you resolving conflict when you killed my squad? also your father. also-"

other random headcanons below the cut:

- infinite would totally be the type to think his kids are perfect and better than everyone else. weirdly a good dad in that way (im thinking silco from arcane but with swordfighting skills). his love language is helping his kids style their hair or clothing! bonus, it's a good way to sucker shadow into a self-care day :>

- you bet your ass that between shadow and infinite those kids aren't ever gonna be medically neglected or traumatized

- sonic would make his kids hot cocoa or nice little snacks/desserts when they're upset. love is stored in the kitchen haha, plus it helps them stay comfortable during tough conversations!!

- shadow reads books to them and gets really into it, doing voices and expressions, and gets extremely embarrassed when/if his partner notices

- with either of these pairings, if they're biological children, those kids are gonna be fucking chaos/phantom energy powerhouses holy shit

#omg okay ive never thought about this but it's actually so fun #thank u for asking!! ^_^#ask

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ravenkinnie · 9 months

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No matter where Jinx (personal) storyline goes in s2 I want them to keep the message of her being both a victim and a culprit of the violence the current system stands for. It’s so interesting to me how Jinx existence symbolizes this while Jinx herself doesn’t operate on ideology or morality at all. She acts fully on emotions.

Of course all the characters are products of the world they live in but they all have some sort of Ideals and an idea of what the world around them is. Jinx doesn’t really. Or at least that’s not what matters to her or her actions.

Im not saying they can’t or shouldn’t explore Jinx becoming more aware of her own worldview but I quite enjoy seeing a character so fully motivated on her inner world and her desires.

Jinx doesn’t fit in anywhere in her current world because she is both a victim and a culprit for all sides of the conflict.

For anyone to completely accept Jinx they have to reject not only the rules of the world but also their own ideals.

Silco was about to do that and that is what he tells Jinx just before dying.

Whether that is good or bad is a whole other question.

I literally love the theme of a character being both the victim and the victimiser and jinx is such a great version of it because she's not even a good victim. like for example, yes, her relationship with silco is toxic and she's not at fault for it because she was a child in a care of an adult so she had inherently less power than he would in this dynamic but still, she grew into it, she leaned into it, she related to it and it's not a tie she would want to sever. she did work for him and she enjoyed that work, she enjoyed the violence, its not something he ever inflicted on her but silcos influence and his power over her and the fact that he is the root of her trauma in the first place are undeniable

her trauma turned her into the worst version of herself and while arcane treats her mental state with compassion and nuance, it's still obvious she is just not a good person at her core, she isn't a caring or sympathetic victim. I looove the theme of how this violence is further perpetuated by undercity on undercity and I don't like when the fandom fully forgets about it (it mostly happens with silco because jinx would have to do good instead of pure evil for that to apply to her but yk)

I think her inner world and impulsive selfish desires will always take precedent but there's definitely a room for her to grow her own goals that aren't necessarily tied to her relationships - and that goal can be just fucking bitches up, I'm not saying it has to be an overarching ideal that she operates on from this point forward but it's interesting to think of jinx on her own since she's been so codependent with vi and silco up to this point

also people who love jinx have to reject not only their ideals, really they have to reject themselves because to love unconditionally like that and be someone's entire support system does mean to forego a part of yourself (like a lot of parents, especially moms, discover lmao*) and jinx doesn't love people in a way that allows them to be their own people. she cares, in a way, but in a selfish self absorbed way and I love her for how destructive and difficult and poisonous her love is

*silco is milf coded agenda when. he's also dilf coded because he's insane like all dads are tho. he's a woman who can have it all

#asks #jinx #arcane

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loycos · 2 years

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i already bitched and moaned about this on twitter, but now i have more than 280 characters to rile about it. so...

I’ve been seeing this take from so many users on twitter, most of them with tons of likes and reblogs. these are the first ones that came in my search, but this headcanon’s been floating for a while now.

youre all wrong.

ok ok, everyone’s entitled to their own opinions and headcanons. BUT. you’re wrong. this is not how jealousy works.

before i womansplain what jealousy in relationships means, lemme start with this. we only see 2 clear examples of characters being jealous over their loved one in Arcane: Jinx and Silco. Jinx clearly picked some of this up from Silco, but the whole “Caitlyn grew up as an only child! she can’t share LOL” is a weird claim to make when Powder grew up with 2 brothers and a sister and they basically had nothing, yet she’s the most jealous character on the show. but OK, let’s say this part of Powder only came from Silco’s influence (it didn’t, as I’ll explain later) and she grew up as an “only child” under a “”rich crime lord””. whatever. next.

Jealousy, when it comes to jealousy in relation to people and relationships, does NOT come from a place of “sharing”. what you’re thinking of is people being possessive over food or toys or whatever else kids learn to share in kindergarten. most people who are jealous in relationships do not think of their partner as actual belongings. well, very few do, but do you REALLY think Caitlyn see Vi as a possession..? she never showed any sort of materialism and is very open in her distain to this particular part of Piltover’s culture. she’s not you’re average rich kid. So if she was the jealous type, she’d be of the second kind.

the second, much more common form of jealousy in relationships stems from people’s own insecurities. the scenario that they have in their head goes something like this “if my loved one met someone else, better than me, they’d realize they have no reason to stay with me”. this is very much a problem that people with lack of self confidence, or trust issues, have. Does Caitlyn struck you as ever having any of those issues before?

Caitlyn is self confident, even when she’s in an unfamiliar environment (look at her in Stillwater, in the undercity. she’s nervous, but still sure of herself and her abilities). She isn’t afraid to be vulnerable (she really said ‘what about us?’ while Vi was walking away, literally putting her heart on the line admitting that she feels something deeper, as Vi was rejecting her!!), which to me points to the fact she doesn't have trust issues. for a point of reference, look at how many walls Vi has around her. for Caitlyn, it makes sense, she grew up in a stable household with parents that love her and support her (they arent perfect but still) and she didnt have to watch her family die twice. which leads us to

Powder, Jinx whatever stage of her life she’s in- always had self worth issues. she kept comparing herself to her much more capable siblings as a kid, which resulted in a meltdown and the eventual killing of her family. as Jinx, she’s nowhere near over that, fearing Silco would abandon her if she doesn’t prove herself to him, thinking Vi will leave her the moment she breathes in the direction of another human being. those issues aren’t there because she was raised as “silco’s spoiled little only child”, they were there from her times with her old family and they only got worse under his influence.

Jealousy isn’t just “oh this person flirted with my partner! >:( me no like!” it’s often people who won’t let their partner hang out with other people. Would guilt trip their partner for prioritizing spending time with people who aren’t them, like family and friends. demand their partner full attention at all times. Jealousy isn’t Cute, its legitimately a toxic behavior. We saw Caitlyn let Vi go, twice. she is not the type to jealously insert herself into Vi’s life and her relationships with other people. Caitlyn to me feels like the type of person to support Vi having people in her life that aren’t herself. She wants to see Vi flourish and heal. I honestly think she’d feel proud if someone started flirting with Vi, cause she knows her girlfriend is hot. why would she feel bad about it? why wouldn't she trust Vi to stay loyal to her?

So like, unless you think Caitlyn isn’t self confident, or that she literally sees Vi as a possession, that headcanon doesn't make any sense. or worse, it’s very shallowly attributes characteristics based on a stereotype that Caitlyn very much tries to break out of for her entire life.

#caitlyn kiramman #sorry for the RANT omg #it grinds my gears #arcane #piltover's finest

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goddessofroyalty · 1 year

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Realized I need to stop just moving onto writing the next thing and actually type one of the ficlets up.

He’s the other of Silco bonding with the girls after they adopt them. Vi’s 10ish in this – old enough to be starting to get into fights but still young enough that she probably shouldn’t.

Verse: Zaun Family (but just the co-parenting + Zaun Representative elements)

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The side window to Silco’s office creaks as its pushed open from the outside. A useful security feature for one that is accessible to those in Zaun who know how to navigate rooftops.

Silco isn’t worried. The footsteps that follow are a child’s. And while his enemies wouldn’t be above sending a child attacker he could hardly call himself a parent if he couldn’t distinguish his own.

“What have you done that you don’t want Vander to know about?” Silco doesn’t need to look up from his work to his eldest daughter to know she has been up to something Vander wouldn’t approve of. She would enter through the Last Drop if she had been only getting up to innocent mischief.

“I thought you were in Piltover today,” Vi says as she walks across the room. Her shuffling footsteps betraying her guilt.

“The Council finished early and I had reports I needed to review,” Silco says, glancing to his side where Vi is standing. The girl giving him a sheepish smile despite her black eye and split lip. “And you have been getting into fights.”

“They started it!” Vi protests, swinging her arms wide as if it will help prove her point and not just make her look like a guilty child.

“I’m sure they did,” Silco says, reaching into his draw to get out the supplies that had been proven necessary long before they gained their children. Who started it not actually mattering that much. “Did you at least finish it?”

“Yeah,” Vi says with a small smile.

“That’s my girl.” Silco isn’t Vander. He understands there will always be a place for violence in their world and would rather his children be safe than be good.

Vi’s eyes flicker nervously as he pours the alcohol onto the clothe to tend to her lip. Still young enough to fear pain.

She stands straight as he brings it close though.

“You will need to get some ice from the bar for your eye,” Silco says to cover how she winces at the burn of the alcohol.

With anyone else he’d tell them not to be weak. But she isn’t anyone else.

“Can’t you get it for me?” she asks. Wanting to avoid the confrontation with Vander over it.

“Even if I did he will notice eventually. It’s going to take at least a week for that eye to go down.”

“I could always tell him I ran into a table,” Vi says, looking to the side.

She really is as terrible of a liar as her father.

Good thing she is shaping up to be as good of a fighter as him.

“I know he wouldn’t believe me even if I said that,” Vi says with a shrug, her lip curling in annoyance. “Acting like he didn’t get into fights when he was my age.”

“Violence was more necessary when we were young,” Silco says, cupping Vi’s jaw to move her face around so he can check for any other injuries. They haven’t completely removed the need for violence in their lives nor will they ever. But now the violence is for progress not merely survival.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your husband. You have to agree with him.”

Silco clicks his tongue at that comment.

“As fond of as I am of him I have never just agreed with Vander because of our relationship.” There was much too much at stake to go along with something he didn’t fully support. Their disagreements often ending in better solutions than if they had gone with the initial idea.

Silco rubs his thumb along a dark shadow on Vi’s cheek. Confirming it is dirt and not bruise.

“People know you are our child. Your behavior is a reflection of us and our parenting,” Silco says, gently running a finger down Vi’s face before leaning back in his chair, packing away the supplies now he is satisfied her wounds have been dealt with. “Vander wants people to know we are working to aid them and that we are responsible with the power we have gained.”

Having their children be the neighborhood bullies would have people thinking they think themselves better than the rest of Zaun was Vander’s logic. Even if he knows that not even their name can protect their children from their own bullies.

“And what do you want?” Vi asks.

“I want out people to be free and safe. Especially our children. And Zaun will always need people able and willing to fight for it.” Until the day Piltover finally acknowledged them as equals and grants them the independence they deserve his children will need to be strong enough to withstand their brutality. “You should go get the ice, try and get that bruise down before it shuts your eye.”

“Right,” Vis says, looking apprehensive at the idea of facing Vander but still accepting her face with shoulders back.

“Vi,” Silco says when she reaches the door, the girl immediately turning back to him. “Tell Vander I sent you to pick something up for me at the old docks. Something fell off the ships and you didn’t have time to move out the way.”

Vander would no doubt be unhappy that Silco had sent one of their children to the old docks knowing the kind of people who used them and how dangerous they were from the years of disrepair. But Silco can manage his husband. And his daughter’s grateful face makes it worth the inevitable argument.

#Zaun Family #Vanco #Silco Arcane #Violet Arcane #Arcane #I accidently a ficlet #Anon prompt #Zaun Dads

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spiritofwhitefire · 2 years

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I saw you talking about how you really feel like you relate to Jinx and I just wanted to ask, how do you see yourself as similar to her? What specifically do you relate to?

So I've put a lot of thought into this Ask and truthfully I think the more salient answer to this is not how we are similar, but how we are different.

I have been very lucky to have the support system that I have. My father may not be perfect (far fucking from it) but what I will say is that there are a lot of parents who when faced with the kind of mental and physical issues I was having in High School, would have simply washed their hands with me and he didn’t, he stayed and he supported me in every way he knew how, even when I got kicked out of school multiple times, so that is something I very much will never forget.

More importantly though, I have a group of very close friends who have seen me at my worst and never left and never stopped loving me and they really are family to me, like Sophie is basically my sister, I don’t know what I did to get so lucky with her.

So now back to Jinx. I think one very important mistake people usually make in their analyses of her is to fall into the fallacy that Jinx and Powder are two different people. They aren’t, and the show does a great job of making it clear from the beginning that they aren’t. Powder is a very timid and emotionally unstable little girl who has a deep need for love and acceptance and who is not surrounded by very many people who she can rely on. Vander does his best but at no point do we get the sense that he is someone who Powder is particularly close with. Mylo and Claggor get a lot flack from the fandom and it is undeserved but Claggor barely interacts with Powder and Mylo bullies her. The only one she really has is Vi.

It was that one person, that one person who loved her and supported her and believed in her that really allowed Powder to hold it together and then at the age of what 10? She experiences an extreme trauma that leaves her more isolated than before.

And look, personally I think it is clear that Silco loved Jinx and that she loved him too, he was her father, but that doesn’t make him a good father and that doesn’t make him the support she needed. Love is easy, love is essentially something totally out of our control but what we choose to do with that love and how we show it, that takes effort. It takes effort to actually care for someone, and Silco was really not equipped to be a capable parent, especially not a capable parent to a little girl with horrible trauma and mental illness.

Of course we know from Vi’s perspective that she still loves Jinx but once again, unfortunately that is not enough. Because she doesn’t accept her, she doesn’t understand her and I am not at all criticizing Vi, Vi is like 22, which is very young and has spent ten years in fucking jail, learning to understand and accept your sister becoming someone so different and so deeply violent is a lot lol. But still by the end of episode 9, with Silco dead, Jinx is really more isolated than ever. She truly has no one to lean on, nothing to counteract her grief, I see her bombing of the council as a primal scream of rage and loss and loneliness. I think even if she had known that they were going to grant independence to Zaun she would have done the same thing. What does she care about that now that her father is dead?

See because here is the problem with people looking to fictional characters as representative of themselves exactly because that is impossible. In fiction, the characters serve as themselves but also as a storytelling tool (duh) they have to move the plot, and prop up the theme and serve the metaphor and if that means that the character becomes unrealistic or unfairly flagellated well tough shit, because that is what is necessary to make a good STORY!

So while Jinx on the one hand is a horribly traumatized and mentally ill young woman, in service of the story, she is also a metaphor for the way that Piltover’s dominance over the Undercity molds its citizens into monsters. Piltover is essentially a parasitic city. Which is strange because the way topsiders see it, it is Zaun that is parasitic. Piltover’s existence is predicated on denying Zaun any form of that progress they insist on upholding, they kill Zaunites constantly, they poison them with their factories and their industries and they essentially keep them enslaved in the mines and in those factories, constantly living in poverty and most of the time also denied access to their academic institutions (It strikes me that Viktor and Sky were massive exceptions). This is why the people of the Undercity go to the lengths they do, entrusting themselves to the Chem barons, to gangs, to drug dealers. To really anything that will give them a lick of that power that they are denied. Piltover is convinced that the people of Zaun are monsters, but if they are, it is because they were forced to be. And all of this is personified by Jinx who is a genius and an artist and clearly a very loving person but who has been so twisted by loss and trauma that she has become something incredibly destructive.

I was very destructive when I was younger too though more self destructive than anything (which Jinx clearly also is), and when I was a kid I was put in therapy, I was given medication, all those supports that exist in our world for people who struggle. I don’t think Zaun or Pitlover even has mental health support. But even in our world there are plenty of people who are denied proper support and the fact that I am an essentially middle class white woman definitely makes my situation a lot easier. There are so many factors wherein if there was even a slight difference, I really could have ended up as a much more destructive and unstable individual. So really I would say that the only difference between me and Jinx would be our support systems. She is totally alone, I’m lucky enough not to be

#arcane #jinx arcane #personal #arcane meta #sort of?

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imaginesbymk · 2 years

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Arcane Preference

DATING THE READER WHO WEARS EUPHORIA MAKEUP

Characters: Mel Medarda, Viktor, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander & Sevika.

Request: “Hey if this is following your rules, could I have ones of mel, viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, vandor and sevika dating you and how they like your Euphoria makeup looks you wear every day? But if you haven’t seen it then don’t do this haha no pressure! Thanks anyway!” —anonymous

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MEL MEDARDA — Mel is already a beautiful woman with glowing gold armour and glitter, but when she notices you walk in the room, she’s immediately impressed by the choice of colour you picked. One day, your makeup matches hers - gold and yellow. While she won’t say it upfront and right off the bat, she’ll admire your creativity, talent and beauty from afar.

VIKTOR — Viktor is already in love with you with your natural look, so seeing you with either rhinestones or coloured eyeliner on your face makes him blush. He’s very interested in knowing how you come up with different makeup look ideas, and he would catch himself staring at you for a bit too long. He’ll give you all the attention he thinks you deserve.

JINX — Jinx is very creative with her doodles and personalized weapons, she would vandalize property just ‘cause. She thinks applying her own version of makeup on your face counts as creativity. You and Jinx will share makeup one day, and one day she gets inspiration from you - like, literally copy you from head to toe that Silco gets confused on the new appearance. Not that it bothers you.

VI — Vi refuses to let you touch her face with a makeup brush. Instead, she prefers seeing all the getup on yours. Vi is very observant and would notice right away if a jewel has fallen off your face or would literally come up with a nickname due to your creativity. She thinks you’re hot with any look you experiment on.

CAITLYN KIRAMANN — Caitlyn will be running her fingers through your hair if it’s styled, but only gently so it’s not ruined. She would be too shy and stubborn to ask you to teach her how to do makeup, but she would love the feeling of you pampering her and showing off to her parents, whether their reactions to the graphics are appropriate or not.

VANDER — Vander thinks you’re beautiful with or without it, but he’ll be in awe of you irregardless. He’ll make sure no one ruins your makeup, and warns you not to hop around and sweat out your look. Vander is the first person to compliment you on the new graphic eyeliner look when you enter the bar. You’ll be the first person to put powder on his cheeks as a silly prank, if ever.

SEVIKA — To be honest, Sevika is used to seeing a lot of the edgy fashion in Zaun. But something clicks when she suddenly sees it on you. She notices how different you look every other day, and though she won’t admit it because she’s not one to do it, she’ll compliment you, but in silence. Even if you offer to do her makeup one day, she’ll defensively wave you off.

#arcane preference #arcane x reader #arcane league of legends #arcane #mel medarda x reader #viktor x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #vander x reader #sevika x reader #reader insert #preference

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juvenile-j1nx · 2 years

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

A/n: I'm sorry, I know these aren't really "headcanony" and they aren't the best- and idk if they are very brotherlike so it could probably be interpreted as gender neutral reader.

Cw: swearing, probably ooc

Jinx

she's semi protective of you

She would let you do whatever without trying to hold you back but you do have to tell her if you're going somewhere and what that destination is

She doesn't want to treat you like Vi treated her younger self

you were little when everything went down with Vi, and Silco found you both

she tries her best to stay with you, only ever leaving when you want privacy or when she has something to do that you can't be part of

(I have this small headcanon with "Jinx's younger sibling" thing so I'll probably make a separate fic on that)

she doesn't want you to feel the way she did when Vi left. so she tries to ve there a lot!

she would do a lot of things for you

did someone make you sad? goodbye to them!!

oh, you saw something you liked in a store on the topside? she'll steal it for you.

want a tattoo? she'll give you one!

She will raise hell if something goes wrong though

Very defensive of you unless you're in the wrong because then she'll talk to you about it

She loves you so much though, don't forget that

Cait

she tries her best with you

If you go to school where she will help you I'm homework you need help with

Cait is so soft with you but she's also super hard on you when needed

Caitlyn will buy you everything you need and occasionally the things you want

When she becomes one of the guards she will teach you self defense whether you want it or not

However, your guy's parents tried to pressure you to take over the business as well.

Always saying that they need someone to take it over for them

It's stressful on you and it pisses her off

That's unless you want to take over the business because if that's the case she is all for it!! Your personal cheerleader.

If you have a hobby you are passionate about she will do a lot of research on it

For example, if you liked playing instruments she would try to ask questions from other musicians and try to find things that might help you

Overall she just tries to support you and keep you safe

You were younger than Powder was so she was stricter with you than she was Powder

You weren't allowed to go on a lot of missions with the small group, only ever ones that would allow her to make sure you were 100% safe

So you were stuck with Vander sometimes but other days you just hid in your custom little room

When Vander gets taken though? You and Powder both were pissed you couldn't go

But Vi was scared you would get hurt, the both of you.

Eventually, Powder left too, telling you to stay as well

After that, you ended up breaking down and when no one came back even hours later you were a mess

Ekko did find you and ended up having you stay with him

Fast forward to when Ekko "captured" Vi and Cait

All these years you thought everyone was dead, gone forever. It took you years to cope with the thi8ght of it and even now you struggled

But when Ekko brought Vi out you froze completely

You were so hesitant to walk up to her :(

Though Ekko coaxed you over and eventually you hugged her

Cue the tears

After that, she explained all the shit that happened

She tries her best to make up for all the time she missed but she makes sure to give you sometime

#arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x you #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x you #caitlyn x y/n #ekko x reader #ekko x you #ekko x y/n #arcane fanfic #j1nx.wrtz

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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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Twelve-Zeros

Summary: When Enforcers come knocking, with accusations of your family supporting an Underground rebellion, the first thing on your mind is to confront this said-revolution, to undo whatever mess has already been set in motion. The second-thing on your mind, is the fact that this mess might just be unstoppable. Consitering the fact that the closer you get to it's base and it's leaders, the numbers on your wrist get closer and closer to zero. (Timer!AU)

3.5K+ | F!Reader/Young Silco

Warnings: SFW, soulmates (soul-timers), pre-canon, first-meetings, tension, banter, teasing, original side/minor characters, revolutionary-shenannigans, hint of a thing for voices, you can't judge reader, it's SILCO, Vander once more earning the best wingman award 👏

A/N: This is all @sweatandwoe doing, and also I took another look at young Silco. Not required read, but here's the OG Timer!verse for anyone interested in a good-old slow-burn Soulmate!AU

It took exactly a minute after the echoes of metal boots on metal floors to fade into silence, before noise was brought into the world again, starting, bluntly, with you whirling to the man sitting stock-still at his desk with a hiss of, “What the fuck have you done?”

Immediately, a frown joined the swift, disapproving snap of your name, “Don’t be crude. The gentlemen came, asked their questions, and found nothing. Therefore, there is nothing further to discuss-” “Nothing to discuss?” You sputtered, marching halfway over to his desk. “Those weren’t casual inspectors making their rounds, father. Enforcers, coming into our office, asking about your connections to the rebellion... That’s not exactly nothing!”

The frown on your parents' only deepened, casting deep wrinkles to appear on his forehead as he stood, abruptly grabbing the leather-bound ledger off his desk as he turned away. Striding to the huge portal to the sea-life outside, your father was illuminated in the deep blues of the deep underwater, and he called your name in a patient, patronizing tone that made you bristle.

For it wasn’t the tone of a father speaking to his only child, but like that of a foreman to an upset worker that he needed to return to business. His be-professional tone . “There is nothing to discuss with you,” He clarified, a rustle of paper as he flipped through his papers. “Any business I have with rebels, theoretically, and hypothetically of course, is mine and mine alone. It doesn’t affect the cannery, doesn’t affect our numbers and, by extension, doesn’t concern you.”

“And when it does?” You challenged, before your tone softened. “Father... dad, come on. This will come back around to me, perhaps not by Enforcers, but I’m your daughter. You know it’s going to come back to me, one way or another... Should I not be prepared?” In truth, you knew little about the apparent revolution, except the fact that there was a revolution.

And this was only evidenced by the raids further up, closer to the river-channel than the sea-harbor the Eastside canneries hosted, though that wasn’t to say that no one felt the stings from a distance. Shipments delayed, prices sky-rocketing, partners and associates suddenly seeking production from other, non-Undercity affiliated resources...

It didn’t matter if the Alcoves, or the Fridges as a whole, were still in full-sight of a sky. Ever since the breakout of fighting between Sumpers and Piltover officers, it seemed that all that mattered to the latter was what side of the Bridge you were on, in order for judgment to be passed like you were the former.

“I do you more favors by leaving you uninformed.” Again, you couldn’t help but bristle, hissing slightly, “I don’t need favors, dad. I’m not a child, I could help you, you know!”

There’s a sudden ripping sound that has you blinking. And a ledger, with freshly torn-out pages, shoved into your face, that has you gawking.

“You can help, by redoing the numbers on last weeks’ Skylight shipment. They appear to have been misplaced,” The man doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that he’s crumbling the ripped-out pages in his other hand, not even under your withering glare. Your father gives you one in response, only half as heated, but thrice as stern. “Do not argue with me. I’ll let you get tangled up with our business, but not with my business, understood?”

You have to visibly bite your tongue when you hold his look, one as fierce as his. But, he has decades of hardened experience on you and, bitterly, you have to glance away, breaking the battle of near-identical stern, demanding gazes between father and daughter. There’s a small sigh, both at your frustrated look and when you grumble as he presses a brief kiss to your temple, “I won’t let you do this alone. I can’t.”

Father counters with a tired, but resolved way. “And I won’t let you get dragged down with me if this all goes sour. I can’t.”

It should pacify you, this rare note of care, affection and protection in your fathers otherwise stern persona, even with you. But it only makes the sounds of your marching echo around the office-chamber as you storm up the metal stairs, swing-open the port-door, and nearly slam into your friend, Cayn. Back just in time from his supply-delivery to visit the aftermath of the Enforcer visist.

He’s known you since childhood, and vise-versa, so you only need to give Cayn one look. And he only needs to look once, before you’re both swiftly walking away from the office with arms interlocked and heads bent together.

“Just got shoulder-checked by a ‘forcer out here. Had to snatch up Decks and send him off with Nan, before he started swinging like he actually cares about me,” He reports, sounding annoyed at having to rescue his sibling, and you sigh furiously at your own experiences.

“Dad’s up to something, they think he’s supplying the Undercity. The rebels,” You clarify lowly under-breath as you cross the factory-floor. A glance around at the workers you passed, proved that the unexpected interaction with Topsiders had shaken them as much as it had startled you when they busted in. “They didn’t find anything...”

Cayn must hear the determined note in your voice. He knows you too well. “You want me to go find something?” Again, your friend knows you far too well, and blinks when you hesitate to answer immediately. “You want to go find something?”

Apparently all men are looking to annoy you today, for you bristle at the disbelief in his tone. “Why not? He’s my father, and it’s our business, someday to be mine. This affects both of those, I can’t just sit by, looking pretty while father Gods-know-what behind the scenes.”

“So what? You want to go play detective in the Lanes?” It’s a joke that you don’t laugh at. “... You’ve never even been past the Promenade.”

“But you have!” You said, and brought your other hand up to squeeze his forearm while you widen your eyes pleadingly. “Cayn, come on. They’ll hear about today’s search at any time and clam-up, but if we go right now, they might actually be willing to talk to me.” Getting your old-man to open up was a non-starter, and though you weren’t exactly jumping at the idea of speaking with members of a group causing so much grief to the Fringes and its associated territories, it was the best bet you had. Not only figuring out exactly how deep this apparent alliance went, between your father and the Children of Zaun, but also how to avoid any further trouble with it.

One less-than-friendly encounter with Enforcers was enough for you, you shivered at the idea of if, or when, they actually found something to connect the two. Better to sever this tie now, before it had the chance to knot the noose around you.

“The Lanes...” Cayn looked incredibly unsure at the idea. “The Lanes ain’t the Alcoves. We’re talking brawls on every street, mean eyes everywhere you look... Gods, I don’t even know if you’ll be able to breathe down there!” “Well, thank Janna you’ve got a mask and I don’t plan to stick around long enough for anything to develop in my lungs.” Your retort made him roll his eyes and scoff good-naturedly, but it was the squeeze on his arm that made him look like he was actually considering it.

So, you went for the kill. “You won’t have to watch your brother for the rest of the day~” Despite being an only-child, you could appreciate the power of a sibling-rivalry, as Cayn sighed slightly, but began to lead you to the exit.

You nearly stumbled when you did so, and subtly, pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to glance down at your wrist, and felt your breath catch as you exited the cannery, inhaling the crisp-cut seaside air.

The waves, normally a bit duskier in the natural pollution, were a bit brighter in the gleaming sunlight of the day. They were just as bright, and seagreen, as the twelve numbers on your wrist. Which were now steadily jumping from thousands of days into the future, to a mere three hours, before you would meet your soulmate.

It had taken Silco several seconds to start moving again, after the urgent hum beneath his wrist. It came so suddenly, and never-before so strongly, that his knuckles had gone white around his glass of morning-coffee before he felt comfortable enough to put it down on the counter, turn to his Brother, and very calmly inform him, “I believe today is the day.”

Vander had raised his brows, gray-eyes curious, until Silco sighed and raised his arm to wave his covered wrist pointedly, and they widened almost comically. About as humorous as Benzo immediately grabbing a bottle of whisky to spike-up his coffee, which Silco dismissed by covering the top of his mug up, “It could still change. They may just change their mind, or do something else that reverses it.” His insistence was weak, and the fellow young-men gathered at the bar could sense it a mile away.

“Nah, this is it, Sil. I can feel it,” The Hound of the Underground elbowed the slimmer-man with a grin, remembering that this was Silco’s day to run operations at the base, instead of in the field or on-the-job. “On ya day off too, and they’re coming to you. Universe must finally be paying back for those bad-teeth and lack o’ chin.” The scowl didn’t deter the teasing, as Benzo joined in the fun. “Must be an eager one, they comin’ straight for ya... think you’ll get a smooch in on the first meetin’?”

“Don’t get arrested for public indecency while we’re gone, Sil.”

“Or breakin’ tables, just finished wiping those down-”

The Son of Zaun rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, seeking guidance, and also wondering if he should take that shot of whiskey with his caffeine. “Perhaps we should switch,” He gritted out to Vander, once more earning the rapid-rise of bushy dark brows. “Gods know you love catering to newcomers and friends, a true man of the people. It would be a safer option, than letting you do recon."

"And let ya miss out on working on your people-skills?" Vander scoffed, but his frown softened to something concerned at he clapped his hand on Silco's back, only slightly jostling the smaller man. "Silco, this is your soulmate. Ya really want to weasel out of this, out of actually meeting them?"

Silco frowns, picking up his mug to swirl it slowly, glowering at the dark-liquid. "... we're at war. And I've done my best to meet every Brother and Sister in our forces, meaning the most-likely scenario is that this is a civilian." The idea you were an Enforcer wasn't even entertained - Silco didn't like to think that the universe loathed him that deeply. "And we made a pact, remember? After we earn our Nation of Zaun, then we talk about looking for our soulmates. Last I checked, we don't even have the Fringes in agreement to join the cause."

"Silco... we were tykes when we made that promise, and look at us." The young behemoth of the Children gestured around the base, The Last Drop milling slowly with the morning-gathered of fellow Brothers and Sisters of Zaun. "You really think we aren't practically halfway there already, halfway to freedom? Think if the universe wants the two of ya together, you gotta stop and listen." He jerked a nod to the leather band at his companions wrist, and Silco glanced at it with a small frown.

But not at the timer, the one thing that was undoubtedly, wholly his, that signified the existance of his other-half. But at the complications that came with it, complications that, being the other-one of the trio that still had his timer, could relate to. A simple glance was all that was necessary for Benzo to lay-off for a moment or two, again wiping down an-already cleaned counter while Vander leaned in close.

"You... still want them?" The question was a bit hesitant, but the answer immediate. "Yes."

Vander nodded, "Then that's all ya gotta worry about. You worried about them being a civ? Doubt you'd let them get a papercut, let alone clapped by Topsiders. Unsure 'bout if they want you? Pretty sure you'll be on 'em like fleas until they do...." Silco rolled his eyes a bit, glancing out of the corner of one with a dry, "Is this a pep-talk or a session filled with backhanded-assurances?"

Vander raised his hands defensively, placatingly, with a wide-set grin. "Can't it be both, Sil? Think 'm doing a good job with balancing out the reassurances and pointing out how damn clingy ya are."

Silco didn't need a knife in hand; his elbow into Vander's gut was nearly sharp enough to stab.

The next clap of a hand on his shoulder in response, really is enough of a blow to send the slimmer-man flailing out of his seat, but it's secure enough to keep him there as Vander's face takes a serious look. "I won't tell ya what to do. All I will say, is I think 'zo's sober enough at the moment to take the job by himself, so I can stay here to watch the door, and cover the counter if ya need to step away for a moment for... buisness."

Benzo glares over from where he cleans, but sighs and nods in consent. Unhappy to be covering a job meant for two, but begrudgingly, willing to assist in letting Silxo get a chance with his other-half. Silco doesn't find it too touching, because he knows he'll be hearing complaints about it for many, many weeks to come.

A squeeze on his shoulder brings him back. "They're coming to you, Silco." Vander reminds him. "Imagine that, you got a soulmate coming to you. That's nothin' to sneeze at, and nothing I would trade for a million years... I know ya never gonna forgive yourself, if you decide to make 'em wait longer than they want to." Another jostle, this one accompanied by a quirked smile. "So don't, alright?"

It's as close to permission as he's going to get, for the Son of Zaun knows that if he tries to drag this out further, the teasing will make an unwelcome return that might just send him running from the bar, soultimer be damned.

But... he doesn't want to drag this out. Silco knows, not deep down but in close-counciousness, that he wants this. Wants his soulmate, wants you.

The timing isn't quite ideal, but when has a timer ever gone according to ones personal schedule? Silco puts down his mug and gazes down on his covered wrist, trying and, judging by the snickers from his fellow Sons of Zaun, failing immediately to not look too eager.

He doesn't need to see through the leather band, to know more and more zeros are appearing on his skin, and despite bracing himself for another round of juvenile taunting, he feels a smile battling on his lips at the thought.

The thought of twelve zeros, soon to appear on his wrist.

From the moment you left the canneries, you had been waiting on bated breath. Not the wisest move, as you had donned the gas-mask Cayn had firmly fitted over your face while in the lift down from the topside Alcoves, down past the bustling Commercia and into the darker, clustered true Undercity, but you felt like you were holding your breath nonetheless.

It became easier when you once more latched onto your friend, nails gripping his forearm as you watched his jaw stiffen when you got off the opened-wall elevator down into the depths of the earth.

“Don’t talk to anyone, don’t answer anyone... hell, don’t look at anyone, okay?” If this were any other situation, you would follow his advice, but there was an instinctive need to glance up at the eyes of every passing stranger, most of which were narrowed, assessing as you kept close to the side of your friend.

You knew immediately that you stuck out like a glowing beacon among shadows. With your breathing mask against the Grey-clog of the air, your lack of Undercity pallor, and the fact that you had the nerve to hold eye-contact with complete strangers this deep Underground. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, because the deeper you went, and the meaner the looks got, the louder and louder the skin beneath your skin started to hum.

“C’mon, they aren’t that scary,” He murmured under breath while passing a trio loitering a street-corner, guiding you around the thick wad of spit that hit the ground near your feet. “Ugly, need to practice using soap, sure, but they ain’t gonna touch you.” A beat, then, voice slightly strained, “So, you could think about easing your grip...”

Nails left deep imprints on his skin as you slipped your palm down to grip his hand instead, unable to respond to his questioning look with both the mask covering the lower-half of your face, and your inability to exhale fully accompanying an inability to speak as you drew nearer. You didn’t even have to look at it - you knew it was so close, feeling the reverb of time-ticking racing throughout your body with every pulsating beat.

The timer was, ironically, giving you no time to prepare before you and Cayn suddenly found yourselves in front of a bar. And there was a small hiss from your respirator as you let out a small chuckle, partially hysterical, very much anxious, and a bit exasperated already.

‘A day-drinker and a cannery-owner’s daughter,’ You thought dryly. ‘Won’t dad be thrilled.’

This is the base, from what you gather when you see the sight of more armored apparel beneath well-worn leathers and fraying fabrics. And the fact that a larger gentleman, possibly one of the largest you’d ever met, immediately steps in front of the two of you when you near the front door. “Don’t get many fisher’s swimming down here,” He comments in a drawl, slowly drawing his gaze over Cayn, before working over onto you as your friend steps forward. “Don’t get many ‘forcers asking around about what we’ve got to do with the Brats of the Undercity either, but I guess today is full of surprises.”

The man’s gray eyes widen, but not at Cayn’s abundance of scorn and clear disdain . But the fact that, as soon as he glances at your eyes, there’s a flash of recognition. Your breath catches more than it’s already caught at the realization, and there’s a buzzing in your ears that halfway deafens Cayn’s voice. “Just hear to ask ‘bout what business you got up on the Fringes, any deals you been making that could be causing us trouble.”

“Nothing else?” He knows. You don't know how, or particularly care, only focused on the teasing lilt his his booming voice, which makes your companion sigh in annoyance and you nearly vibrating along with the timer that's humming louder and louder beneath your skin.

Perhaps the large young man hears it, because he gives you a faint, lopsided smile, and tilts his head behind him. "Why don't ya go on in, lass? Think ya been kept waiting long enough." A mere glance over at your friend, coupled by a reassuring squeeze of your hand in his, is enough to quell Cayn's complains. His bright eyes narrow but he trusts you, and let's you go, murmuring out something you can't quite here.

For a moment, you think the pounding in your ears as you move around the Son of Zaun might be your heart, but no. Your heart is racing, but as you finally grip the door handle and push the door of The Last Drop open, you realize it's the in- rhythm, paitent beats of your soul-timer that is ringing though your ears as you step inside.

He's already looking at you, the moment to step through the door. From across the room and beyond the bar-counter, seafoam-green eyes are flaring wide as everything else comes to silence. It's mid-afternoon - there's few people in the establishment, but it might as well be empty. The world might as well have gone silent, for when you look at him, and he looks at you, the only thing that matters is you, him, and the steady, unending beat of your clocks, turning into twin twelve zeros on one-another wrists.

Someone blinks first. And when they do, everything else comes back in a rush, leaving you staggering forward with your fingers clumsily unclasping the mask from your mouth. You gulp in refiltered air, so different from the Grey-tinged atmosphere of the Lanes outside, but it might as well have been inhaling mustard-gas for all you cared about, with his eyes never once leaving yours.

You're standing right across from him, respirator clenched lamely in hands, and his eyes still haven't flickered from yours, not even to watch you swallow thickly before hoarsely greeting him, you soulmate, in a quiet, breathless tone. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting?"

"If you did, it's already forgiven." He pauses, then chuckles, mostly to himself, but also to the way your breath catches when you hear his voice. As if his didn't do the same. "Do you..." It trails off, and he tilts his head to the side, to booths lining the far wall towards the back-corner. You accept the invitation with a quiet nod, and finally, his gaze tears away when the man guarding the door strolls around the bar-counter.

"We're going to..." Again, another sentence that trails off, but the man you soon know as Vander only smirks, and elbows the tall dark-haired man that's yours, away from the counter. There's a teasing whisper that earns him a snarl, but you don't hear it as Cayn also joins you at the counter, also greeting you with a (much gentler) elbow to the side. "Go for the eye if he's a creep," Was all he said, clearly having been informed of the situation in private, and not looking particularly impressed as he trailed his gaze over the man fate had designed you with. But he looks to you, and offers a small smile of encouragement, gesturing you to follow your other half.

You don't need to be told twice, though your steps are still a bit slow until you find yourself seated across from him at a booth. Not from the anxiety that ate you from the walk down here, but... it's a lot. It's too much, in some sense, but you can't find yourself unable to look away as he sits from you, fingers laced with elbows on the table as he also,seems unable to look away from you.

Again, it takes someone blinking first to get words moving again.

"I need you to lay off the Fringes."

Wow. What a great first-impression.

He seems to agree, dark brows rising up to his hairline, before a bark of laughter sounds as he leans back, a low-smirk toying on thin lips as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh?" He says slowly, rolling the syllable out in a curious tone that has you swallowing. "Enlighten me, is there any particular reason for such a demand?"

"Enforcers swung by the factories today," You inform him, and part of that smirk fades. But not all of it, making you stumble over your next words, "I... my father, he owns Eastsides. He can't be caught affiliated with your organization, we have far too many workers that rely on us and our buisness, and they risk losing both if we're caught in league with your force, so..." You pause, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Treating this like a buisness meeting felt easier, and, almost in reverse-psychology, focusing on a calm beat on your timer helped soothed your racing thoughts, and heart, by the time you opened your eyes again.

"So, I need you to spare the Alcoves from the rebellion. I'll wish you luck, and hope you know what you're doing, but we cannot afford to get tangled up in your web. You might strangle us all, if you take us down with you," You say firmly, raising your chin as you meet his gaze full-on. Not as your soulmate, but as an opposing force on the opposite end of the negotiations table.

Your other-half seems to view this as something more personal though, because the faint grin (showing chipped front-teeth that are oddly, damnably, endearing) hasn't escaped him yet. "Is this all you came for?" He muses, half sincere as he tilts his head, inky-black locks brushing his shoulder as he raises a brow. "Nothing else, but critiques about how we should be running a revolution?"

You swallow. "No. Nothing else."

He grins, "Liar." And again, the men in your life apparently seek to exhaust you today, for your soulmate only chuckles as you bristle at the almost fondly-given accusation. "You know how I know you came for me as well? You haven't looked away from my eyes for a second, since you saw me."

Immediately, you go to look away, and just as quickly, there's a touch of a thumb at your chin.

You didn't even see his hand move, and the touch of it was so light, you wouldn't even think it was there, expect for the fact that your body freezes in place at it's sensation. The thumb also seems to freeze in place, with his own seagreen eyes blown wide, as if unexpected at his own actions, before they go hooded as you gaze at him again. "Not that I'm any different," He admits, one shoulder, guarded in leather, rising in a shrug. "But your admiration is a bit obvious, sweetheart. You spend a lot of time looking at those numbers?"

Your tongue, dry, seems to lose it's ability of sarcasm, as only the truth slips out of you at his gentle taunt. "We have skylights, at the cannery. I liked to stand at the walkway, on my toes or on the first-rung when I was little, to look out to sea." Wrist seems to prop up onto the table by it's own accord, and eyes that match the shade of the numbers on your wrist, glance away briefly to stare at the twelve-ticking numbers. "They... matched. The seaward horizon, I mean... your eyes are the same green," You finished, quietly and feeling more than a bit silly at your confession. Even though this was your soulmate, this was still a stranger that you were confessing such childish actions to.

"What about you?" You finally murmur when his hand lowers from your face, eyes releasing your gaze to look down at your hand resting on the tabletop. "What did you think of, when you saw my numbers in the color of my eyes?"

Again, it felt silly.

But, if you were honest, it was something you had just simply, wanted to know, when or if you ever got the chance to meet your soulmate. What was going through his mind, whenever he saw the sole-evidance of hisfate-designed connection to you.

And he answers just as simply, after reaching down and, almost tenderly, grazes the pads of his fingers over the timer beneath your skin. "I just thought of you. Everything, anything, nothing at all... whenever I stepped away from things for a moment, I pulled my wrap away, looked at the timer, and just thought of you."

There's a glance of that piercing seagreen onto your own gaze, questioning, and you find yourself numbly nodding your consent. His fingers slowly trailing before they loop under and around, a thumb left to gently stroke-circles onto your marked skin as he lifts it off the table surface.

"Silco." He says it so quietly, so offhandedly, that you don't hear it at first as he takes your wrist up, turning it just-so for him to examine it with slowly-roving eyes on your marked skin. It's only after he glances up from it, meeting your eyes, that you quickly murmur out your own name and...

The bastard, your soulmate - Silco, doesn't just repeat it. He relishes it, sounding out every syllable, every letter like it's a delicacy. Glancing from his eyes, your utterly transfixed at the way it moves to mouth out the name of his other-half... and remain transfixed as, he leans that mouth forward to brush his lips against your skin, barely trailing over the timer that is rhythmically ticking-upwards in the time you spend together.

For a moment, something tightened inside your chest, and you couldn't breathe.

Lips still to skin, Silco looked up at you in pure ease and relaxation, as if he had all the time in the world to do nothing but press a gentle kiss upon the soul-timer he shared with you.

And with that, you realized you were already well on your way to loving him, as if you didn't already.

'A rebel and a cannery-owner’s daughter,’ You thought, breathlessly. ‘Won’t dad be thrilled.’

That brought you somewhat back to the present, and you managed out a quiet reminder of the earlier discussion. "Hm?" The vibrations of his gentle hum rolled over your skin, raising goosebumps and causing shivers. "The... the Fringes." You murmured back, finding your voice despite a long thumb delicately soothing your prickling flesh. "The... they aren't ready for a rebellion."

"We can help get them ready," Silco said, again shrugging, but unmoving his hooded gaze from yours. "We're a bit rag-tag, sure, but we're halfway to soliders by this point. Any abled-body person on the Uppercity would be welcomed to our ranks." You swallow, thickly, "My... my family. I don't think it's best if we... if we ally ourselves with you. We have connections with the Promenade, even with Piltover-"

"You'd be protected. Enforcers won't lay a hand on you, they won't touch you under my protection."

The way he says it, with such a fierce, unyielding fire in his gaze - it's a promise. A promise from your soulmate, with such complete and honest devotion at the task of keeping you from any form of harm blazing in his bright, green eyes that you know in a color as well as your own...

You really were loving him already, you realized, and hoped it didn't show too badly on your face as you frowned, trying to get your barings. His lips had barely moved from your skin, and your flesh tickled when his lips brushed against it with every passing word.

"I... I will need to bring my father into this discussion. I-i know you probably spoken to him already, but... we need to iron out details." It's at this amendment that has him lowering your wrist from his face, and he nods, poking his tongue into his cheek in thought. "Level-headedness would be good to bring into the fold of our discussion... which I expect would continue, often, in the future?"

The brow-raise is meant to be innocent, you're sure, but find yourself biting back a smile with a small nod. Silco takes a bit of pity on you then, as his eyes soften into something more neutral, or at least more casual, as long fingers slip from around your wrist, and release you, only to hold out slightly. "I don't doubt that this isn't the end of our many, many thrilling discussions, " He drawls casually, again quirking a brow as he looks you down over the arch of his nose. "But for now, we should at least shake on the beginnings of a beautiful companionship, don't you agree?"

Silco's eyes become hooded, and, almost coyly, he can't help but add, "Unless, you wanted to seal this deal in a way other than a handshake?"

Your fingers freeze, just barely curled into his grasp as you just stare at him. Stare into eyes, in the color you've known all your life, but have only seen in the last several minutes in person. They're sharp, they practically see all, and it stuns you how willingly you drown into those bright, seagreen depths that are softening at your lack of response.

His fingers curl around yours, shaking you from the depths with their warmth, and you don't think.

Not about your father, nor Enforcers. No rebellion, no confusing future with you and the Children of Zaun. You don't think of anything else, except grasping his hand tightly with your own, and using it as leverage to raise yourself up, tug him closer, and tilt your chin just-so, in order to collide your lips to his to seal your deal, and your bond with your soulmate, with a kiss.

It's only then that you think. Think that perhaps this is too much, too swiftly. That he doesn't want this, not as much as you're rapidly finding out how intensely you wanted this. That your soulmate status doesn't erase the multitude of complications ahead of the both of you, or that the thoughts of what your father will think of this development will bring...

But then, Silco makes all those thoughts go away once more. Not with smooth, low words, nor in a piercing gaze you could happily drown in.

Silco makes everything else in the world fade away, by simply raising his palm to cup your face with such utter tenderness and desire, that you realize you're not on your way to falling in love with him - you're already there.

There, and as far as your concerned, no where else in the world.

No where, that doesn't include the three most important things to you in this moment,, and this eternity: you, him, and the sound of two timers, in unison, counting up with every second you are finally together.

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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... oh my god. Reader and silco as morticia and gomez for halloween. Jinx is wednesday.

I have had thoughts for a halloween fic since I wrote the winter holiday one but its so far away I don't want to write anything for it yet but here are some quick headcanons

Like how Progress Day is more of a Piltover holiday, Halloween is more of a Zaun holiday

Piltover adults don't dress up, but kids are allowed to. Trick or treating isn't used as much vs a Halloween party where kids can just stuff their treat bags with large bowls of candies that are set up

Viktor dresses up still, often he forgets about it till the last minute, but he always puts something on. He is from Zaun after all and goddamnit, he's dressing up

He's been a mad scientist a few times, and has fun terrorizing the children who come by

Jayce eventually joins in the costume wearing, though he usually dresses up as something he can get away with being regular wear. A Lawyer, a scientist, etc. He's trying! He wants to be supportive and make sure Viktor isn't alone in being dressed up ever again.

Zaun everyone dresses up. Adults, kids, your grandma, everybody is in costume. It doesn't have to be fancy but people love creativity.

The Last Drop hands out candy bags, holds an apple-bobbing contest, and a huge party that lasts throughout the entire weekend closest to Halloween

Plays Monster Mash and Spooky Scary Skeletons on repeat

Jinx dresses up every year. In SI verse, the first halloween with her mom she dresses in a pumpkin costume. Cause she's her parent's pumpkin

Jinx eventually makes her own costumes once she's older. I can see her designing a lot of her own outfits, and halloween costumes are no exceptions

She goes as Fishbones one year

Silco doesn't dress up, mainly because he's told his face is scary enough on more than one occasion

He eventually does after some convincing and only dresses up on the actual day of Halloween. His costumes are usually things he'd already wear with little effort to add on. In SI verse, he and reader would probably do some simple couples costumes (Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein, Gomez and Morticia, Witch and her Ratman, etc)

Silco also sneaks the most candy out of the hand-out bowls The Last Drop sets up

In a Modern AU he'd also be the guy handing out full size candy bars.

Sevika always works Halloween night, but also usually has the best costume. She wins most years

The Last Drop is closed for one day after the weekend, so everyone can get over their hangover and the place can be cleaned

#secret ingredient #headcanons #Zaun #Piltover #Arcane #these were fun #I could go on and on but I won't #these are most SI based but I wanted that bit of piltover #also for the gals I know who love Viktor and Jayce uwu #Jayce being a sweetie #he's a good friend your honour and I stand by that #Silco also would rock gomez's outfit though reader is wiping off the drawn on mustache the second she gets a chance

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wanderingshitposter · 2 years

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Silco was a great father.

Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions obviously so here’s another take.

(NONE OF THIS IS SHIPPING THEM)

Silco is, at his core, a cast out. Even in the dialogue he claims that he can’t trust anybody else because they leave. He takes his own feelings and became what he wanted. A soundboard, a guide, a supporter to jinx. His base character and childhood shapes his responses to life.

We aren’t looking for the perfect form of fatherhood and lets be honest, it doesn’t exist. Even in real life, there’s always something in any relationship that isn’t communicated perfectly. So when people say that Silco was a bad father because of his negligence in Jinx’s mental health, I refute, his goal wasn’t to fix Jinx up like a broken toy. Silco saw a grieving child so much like himself and fell in love. Powder/Jinx needed a solid parental figure and Silco became that person to help her. She wanted someone that wouldn’t baby or downplay her feelings, Silco was that person. She wanted someone to comfort and console her, Silco was always by her side but never overstepped.

He could be doing way less for Jinx but he ALWAYS puts her first. He runs a literal drug empire and jinx messing up an enormous shipment doesn’t elicit a hostile or angry response. He is calm when explaining the situation to her and pushes away his other responsibilities to make sure that he has time for her. Maybe he’s inexperienced, maybe he’s incompetent to be taking care of a volatile child but he sure as hell made sure he can be the best person for her.

Obviously nobody can say that he didn’t care for her, I’d go so far to say he would probably have died for her if the situation ever arose. In his last moments, he ignores his own pain to comfort Jinx, to make sure that he makes the most out of his time specifically to console her. Jinx is Silco’s world.

Nobody needs the same exact care and support. Jinx’s likely mental illness was ignored but based on the rest of the underground and her life before Silco, it would have been worse for her. All of this is in context to the setting in their universe where Silco was definitely one of the best things that could happen to her survival.

#silco #jinx and silco #arcane #jinxarcane #character study

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arcane-ish · 2 years

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One of the weirdest takes I have come across recently was somebody arguing Silco not wanting Jinx to die and telling Singed to go ahead with the operation on her even though Singed said that maybe in her situation death would be preferable is the bit that proves that he was a bad dead/that he didn’t really care about her.

Because obviously a good dad/somebody who really considered her feelings would have let her die.

Like... really? Because I think that for a lot of people it’s more like the opposite that Silco wanting Jinx to live at all costs is what made them see as maybe a genuine dad.

I feel like that is kind of expected reaction from a parent that you react emotionally to a situation like that (I mean it’s like only the entire basis of Stephen King’s Pet Cementary, people being unable to let go even if what they get is just a demon in the form of their child).

Ironically it reminds me a lot of the debates in Vampire Diaries of Stefan vs Damon either being willing or not being willing to let Elena die if it comes at the cost of turning her into a vampire.

And that isn’t even a comparable situation. It’s not like we saw that Jinx and Silco ever had a situation where they talk about whether or not she wants to be revived, how she feels about Shimmer. And it’s like it’s a sure thing that operation will hurt her totally or completely obliterate her personality, so it seems pretty normal to me the Jinx doesn’t just take Singed’s word for it or hopes irrationally for the fringe chance where things turn out mostly okay.

Sure if he asked Jinx she might even plead with him to let her die considering that she just tried to blow herself and Ekko up, but she’s depressed/not really in a healthy frame of mind (ie there’s a reason why you have to pass sound state of mind checks to get euthanasia assistance in countries that support it).

#arcane #silco #jinx

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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Today’s conference dissociated image turned prose.

This one has the politics of the Zaun Family AU (no divorce, Silco + Vander political representatives for Zaun) but… honestly it does not obviously sit in the actual AU so if the other parts of it aren’t to your liking and you just want to read Good Parents Silco + Vander you can.

Or: Zaun’s kind-of-intimidating Representatives are worried about their blue haired 9 year old kid

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“Powder head up,” Silco says, with a tap at their youngest’s shoulder where she sits next to him at the table of the event they had been invited to as the political representatives for Zaun.

Vander looks over the table to see Powder dragging herself up from where she was lying on the table. She pokes at the mostly full plate of food in front of her, leaning back against the chair with a clear lack of interest that is surprisingly for their normally too-energetic daughter.

“Do you not like the food Powder?” Vander asks because it isn’t like her to sulk like this at events. Especially after they gave her permission to bring her drawing supplies for when she got bored.

“It was alright,” Powder says with a shrug.

Silco glances at her because he can also clearly tell there’s something not fully right. But she flashes a smile so he returns to watching the stage and Heimedinger speak.

Around five minutes later Powder starts to flag again. This time sliding out of her chair to shuffle over to Silco and climb into his lap. Pressing her head against his chest as he adjusts to hold her weight better.

Vander switches to her now currently vacant chair, rubbing against her back as Silco wraps an arm around her to help support her. The other three kids all now paying attention as well.

“What’s the matter?” Silco asks, having to duck his head to catch the girl’s mumbled response.

“Is she okay?” Vi asks, ever the worried big sister.

“She has a headache,” Silco explains, with a tight expression. His free hand works to undo the tight braided bun he had put her hair in for the event, handing the pins to Vi and massaging against her scalp once it is loose.

She seems too flat for it to be just a headache. The glance Silco shares with Vander making it clear he’s come to the same conclusion.

“Do you want me to take her home?” It might be seen as rude for Vander to leave the event early but their family comes first.

“Do you want to go home Powder?” Silco asks, brushing her hair aside to be able to read her expression better.

All they get in response is a non-committal sound and a shrug.

Silco sighs, the fact he doesn’t chastise her for being vague in her wants evidence he is at least slightly concerned about it.

“You can stay for now,” Silco says, looking back to Vander. “But if she doesn’t get better it might be best if you do take her home.”

“Alright.”

#Vanco #Silco Arcane #Vander Arcane #Zaun Family #I accidently a ficlet #Arcane #In my head this continues to her just falling asleep on Silco #getting carried home #and then at 2AM waking them up because she's puked #because she is Sick(TM)#she's just still at the early part of it #where she doesn't realise it yet

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arcane-ish · 2 years

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I’m curious, when it comes to AUs, has anybody ever done “if the origins were flipped”? Ie if all the people from Zaun were porn in Piltover and vice versa?

Because I started to think about it, and I’ve come to the following conclusion:

- Cait would be Ekko, complete with supportive hard working parents, trying to build a better place

- Vander would be Jayce (minus the science aspect), the city’s golden boy and leader, but who is pretty flawed at it

- Silco would be Marcus except rather than cooperating with the undercity he would be the scariest, fascist-y “let’s wipe out the undercity, come on, Vander, don’t be such a pussy about it” (in my head Vander is trying to raise Vi to be his successor and Silco is trying to get Jinx to be his super undercover police assassin)

- Ekko would be maybe like Viktor? Lovely and well meaning science guy, trying to make the world better for both undercity and topside, just with less health drama.

- I feel like Jayce&Viktor would be like Vander&Silco as in both try to make the undercity better with some revolution but have different philosophies for it. Maybe Viktor gets drawn deeper into the machine stuff (note in this thing Viktor would be born in Piltover but fell from grace to Zaun somehow) and maybe Jayce is trying to negotiate with Piltover and trying to show how nice they are.

- Piltover University as run by Singed. Think about it. Especially if Singed was originally from Zaun but turned his back on it, just like Singed in Arcane supposedly worked in Piltover before relocating his operation to Zaun.

- Mel is interesting. I guess one concept is her for a chem baron or Silco like role because she is a good organizer. But I actually would like her in some sort of Signed like role. Yes, I guess she doesn’t have a science background, but I could see her running like a hospital and orphanage and everybody thinks it’s scary and insidious and then it turns out, naw, she actually just wants to help people (plus: if Mel was running the revolution Zaun probably would have won a long time ago)

Okay, my other main brain flash was: okay what if Vander and Silco were born in Piltover and went to a fancy school there but they are total slackers and misfits and troublemakers because they are bad at science and Piltover cares only for science so even jocks like Vander are considered really useless if they can’t do science too.

And maybe I just want the “Vander as tired overworked Piltover politician with Silco as evil Piltover Sheriff” dynamic so badly.

#arcane #silco #vander #caitlyn #viktor #singed #vi #jinx #jayce #mel medarda

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