#Arcane jayce

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[bloodraven55]

Can’t wait for this reunion 😔🙏

[dissapointu]

Arcane characters with a reader (S/O) who helps them release pent-up energy

Jinx

Jinx paced back and forth, eyes wild, her hands twitching with an urge to break something. She was wound so tightly, it was almost a physical thing. “Can’t think straight,” she muttered, agitated.

You stepped forward, gently cupping her face, guiding her focus to you. “I can help with that.”

Without another word, you pulled her into a heated kiss, her breath catching. It was everything she needed—chaotic and consuming, as your lips crushed against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grabbing at your clothes. She didn’t hold back, letting go of everything in the rush of the moment, her body pressed against yours, losing herself in the intensity. Afterward, she collapsed against you, breathless, but the wildness in her eyes had softened.

“Better,” she whispered, a grin tugging at her lips, “Let’s do it again.”

Vi

Vi’s knuckles were sore from the long day of punching through the thickest of walls, the anger and tension in her muscles refusing to leave. She didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to show weakness, but you knew her better than that. You reached for her gloves, gently pulling them off.

“Vi, come here,” you said softly, guiding her toward you.

She hesitated for a moment before giving in, wrapping her arms around you in a firm embrace. “You really think you can fix me?”

You smirked, “I’m not fixing anything. Just giving you a way to unwind.”

With that, you kissed her roughly, your hands working on removing the layers between you. She didn’t hold back, her hands gripping your body, as if your touch was the only thing that could make her forget the stress of the day. The intensity was palpable, her frustration melted away with every kiss, every touch. As you collapsed beside her afterward, she sighed, her head resting on your chest.

“You always know how to make me feel better,” she mumbled with a soft smile.

Sevika

Sevika was always cool and collected, but there were times when the weight of everything she carried became too much. You could see the tension in her jaw, the sharpness in her gaze as she stormed into the room. Without a word, you met her, gently pulling her into your arms.

“Bad day?” you murmured, your hands gently massaging her shoulders.

She exhaled, her tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath your touch. “You could say that.”

Before she could stop herself, her lips found yours, hungrily kissing you, eager for release. You matched her intensity, each touch sparking a fire. The power she held outside melted away under your hands, and soon enough, all that was left was heat and closeness. Afterward, she gazed down at you with a rare softness in her eyes.

“Thanks,” she whispered, before pulling you back in for one last kiss.

Silco

Silco had been pacing for hours, his mind never at rest. His ambition, his vision for Zaun, it consumed him. But tonight, he didn’t want to think about it. He just needed release.

You approached him quietly, your hand on his arm, pulling him to face you. “You’ve been working too hard,” you said with a knowing smile.

His eyes darkened, and before you could say another word, he claimed your lips with a desperation that was unlike him. His kisses were fiery, urgent, as though he was trying to burn away all the tension that had built up in him. His hands were rough as they roamed, pulling you close. When he finally let go, his body relaxed against yours, the storm in his mind silenced for just a moment.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff.

Vander

Vander was always the rock of the group, stoic and steady, but even he had his limits. After a long day of keeping the peace in the underbelly of Zaun, he was more than ready to unwind. He came home to you, his shoulders tight with unspoken tension.

Without a word, you reached for him, guiding him to the bed. You kissed him softly, your hands tracing the scars on his broad chest. He let out a low growl, the weight of his day releasing as your touches became more insistent. The heat between you grew, and soon, the only thing that mattered was the way you helped him forget the burdens he carried.

When it was over, he held you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You always know how to make everything right,” he murmured.

Ekko

Ekko was constantly on the move, always tinkering with his tech or working to improve the world around him. The stress from his never-ending work had started to build, and when he came to you, it was clear he needed a break.

“Got a lot on your mind?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, something like that.”

You leaned in, kissing him slowly at first, then deeper. His hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you closer, finally able to release all the pent-up energy. Afterward, he lay beside you, catching his breath, the weight lifting off his shoulders.

“Guess I needed that,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for putting up with me.”

Jayce

Jayce was always the one to push himself further, striving for perfection in everything he did. But the constant pressure left him tightly wound. When you noticed the look in his eyes, the one he got when he was overworked and tense, you knew what he needed.

You moved closer, your hand gently resting on his chest. “Let me help you relax.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. The kiss was fierce, filled with the frustration he’d been holding back. His hands grasped you with an intensity that matched his drive. As the moments passed, his usual composed demeanor broke down, leaving only the raw connection between the two of you.

Afterward, he lay there, breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling. “You’re… amazing,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.

Viktor

Viktor’s mind was constantly racing with ideas, calculations, and the desire to change the world. But even someone as brilliant as him could burn out from all the stress. When you noticed how worn out he was, you gently pulled him into your embrace, offering him a moment of peace.

“Long day?” you asked, your fingers gently brushing through his hair.

He closed his eyes, nodding, and then, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he kissed you with a quiet intensity. His hands moved with purpose, but there was a tenderness to them that betrayed his usual composed nature. When it was over, Viktor rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“That… that was just what I needed,” he murmured, a rare, soft smile on his lips.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn had been running herself ragged with her duties as a sheriff, always upholding justice and order. The pressure weighed heavily on her shoulders, and you knew just how to help her release that built-up energy.

You caught her in one of her rare, vulnerable moments. “You need a break,” you said softly.

Her blue eyes locked with yours, and without a word, she pulled you into a kiss. Her hands were gentle at first, but as the tension melted away, so did her usual restraint. The kiss turned heated, her body pressed against yours as she let go of everything she’d been holding in. Afterward, she rested her head on your chest, her breath steady.

“That was… exactly what I needed,” Caitlyn whispered, a small, contented smile on her face.

Each of these drabbles explores how the characters from Arcane cope with pent-up energy and stress in their own unique ways, with the reader (S/O) helping them release that tension, sometimes tender, sometimes spicy, and always with a deep connection.

[elcoffin]

arc ii jayce 🤲🛐

[sex-tech]

literally crying throwing up screaming for my machine herald to come home

[reynisxxsimart]

JAYCE TALIS 🧿

[doctorpasta]

What you have done will be the saving of everyone. You'll be remembered forever for this. And not only that, you've been paid for your efforts. Pretty good wages for one little kiss.

[dancingdaffodils08]

Idk if this is actually true or if I’m just going crazy over him, but something abt him is giving girl dad.

[eepy-bells]

Look at my ship bro! They at each other's throats

[mari-maritimus]

The Price of Progress

[jkriordanverse]

the fact that Singed is more or less responsible for 90% of the problems in Arcane yet never really gets the blame for it absolutely baffles me.

Like you have Caitlyn going full dictator, Ambessa going full warlord, Viktor and Jayce getting divorced and Viktor transcending into Yaoi Jesus and then getting obliterated, Mel getting kidnapped, Jinx becoming a mom and supposedly loosing her child, Heimerdinger Ekko and Jayce playing Escape Room but with the Arcane and meanwhilst Singed, THE MAN WHO CREATED SHIMMER AND TURNED VANDER INTO WARWICK IN THE FIRST PLACE AND ALSO MENTORED VIKTOR JUST OUT THERE CHILLING WITH HIS PETS AND DOING SIDE QUESTS-

[reyenii]

gone is the golden boy. the hextech dream. the brighter tomorrow. all that's left is me and a mission.

[tgirltorment]

sorry we subjected your boyfriend to the depths of the unknown. yeah he's rambling about the hubris of man. sorry.

man of progress

[jollymalt]

forgiveness

[owenwilsonkisser]

I fear no platform likes my art anymore whatever i stay posting happy transgender everyone eeehehehhe

[dissapointu]

Arcane characters walking in on you changing

Jinx

You’re in the middle of pulling on your shirt when you hear the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open.

“Oops, didn’t knock!” Jinx’s voice rings out in a tone that’s almost too casual, a wicked grin on her face as she steps into the room, eyes flicking to your figure before immediately turning away.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to, uh, invade your privacy…” She’s clearly trying to be respectful, but the mischief in her tone is hard to ignore.

You raise an eyebrow, and before you can say anything, Jinx is already giggling. “Though, not gonna lie, you look awesome. Totally wasn’t expecting that,” she says, turning her face to avoid looking back, though you can see her trying to sneak a peek from the corner of her eye.

Vi

Vi knocks twice, but the sound of your muttered frustration must’ve made her think it was an invitation.

She enters and freezes mid-step as her eyes land on you, mid-change. You both lock eyes, and for a second, she stands there awkwardly, her usual confidence faltering.

“Oh, uh, my bad!” She clears her throat, stepping back, but her eyes stay on you for just a moment longer than necessary. “Next time, I’ll knock twice. Promise.”

You can’t help but chuckle at how flustered she looks. Vi rubs the back of her neck, muttering, “You know, I’m definitely not complaining,” before she’s quickly out the door, cheeks flushed.

Sevika

The door swings open, and you don’t have time to react before Sevika is standing there, taking in the sight of you mid-change. Her expression doesn’t shift much—she’s too composed for that—but her eyes flicker briefly over your form.

“Well, you’re quick to get out of that, huh?” she comments dryly, arms crossed over her chest. There’s a small glimmer of approval in her gaze, though she hides it well.

You can’t help but laugh, and she smirks in response. “I’ll let you finish,” she says, her tone nonchalant, though you can tell she’s respecting your space, already stepping back out of the room.

“Next time, lock the door,” she adds with a wink.

Silco

You’re reaching for a shirt when the sound of footsteps reaches your ears, followed by a slow, deliberate knock. But before you can even call out a warning, the door creaks open.

“I thought you’d be dressed by now,” Silco murmurs with a raise of his brow, his eyes cool as always, though his expression softens just a little as he catches sight of you. He doesn’t flinch or show embarrassment—his calm demeanor is unwavering.

For a moment, you just stand there, both of you caught in a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I can leave, if you’d like,” he offers, voice smooth as silk, though there’s a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

You quickly grab something to throw on, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “You should knock next time,” you mutter.

He smirks, his lips curling at the corners. “I will, but you know I’m not bothered by it.”

Vander

The door gently opens, and you’re halfway through changing when you hear his voice.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” Vander stands in the doorway, his warm, concerned eyes scanning you before looking away. He’s clearly embarrassed, stepping back a few paces.

You feel the heat rise to your face as you hurriedly finish putting on your shirt, and he clears his throat, clearly giving you space.

“I’ll just be out here… waiting. Take your time.” His voice is a comforting rumble, and you can hear the hint of concern in his tone, but he respects your privacy.

“I’ll lock the door next time,” you mutter, embarrassed but comforted by his calm demeanor.

Ekko

Ekko’s voice calls through the door, “You decent?” But before you can respond, he opens it just a crack, and then his eyes widen as he sees you mid-change.

“Oh! Uh… my bad!” He quickly shuts the door again, but not without a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “I wasn’t expecting that! You good?”

You hear him shuffling nervously on the other side, and you can’t help but chuckle. “You really should knock first, you know.”

“I know, I know,” he says, his voice muffled through the door, “I swear I’m trying to be a gentleman!”

Jayce

Jayce knocks twice before entering, but the sound of your shirt rustling catches his attention. He steps in and freezes, his eyes wide as they land on you.

“Oh, sorry! I—” His voice cracks a little, and he quickly turns to face the door, though his ears are red. “I should’ve waited for a response.”

You smile, trying to ease the tension. “It’s fine, Jayce. You didn’t know.”

He takes a deep breath, still facing away. “Next time, I’ll wait. Promise.”

“Okay,” you respond, and there’s an awkward pause before you hear him mumble, “But you look really… nice.”

Victor

Victor knocks lightly, his usual calmness in place, but when he enters and finds you mid-change, his eyes widen and his face flushes, but he doesn’t avert his gaze immediately.

“Apologies,” he mutters, stepping back quickly. His hands go to his face in embarrassment. “I wasn’t aware you were—”

You pull your shirt down and quickly try to cover up, your cheeks flushed. “It’s fine, Victor. Just, maybe knock louder next time?”

“Of course, yes,” he stammers, clearly flustered, though you can hear him fighting a smile. “I’ll… I’ll take care to be more considerate.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn knocks, but when she hears no response, she opens the door just slightly to see if you’re okay. The sight of you changing immediately has her halting in her tracks, and she looks up, clearly embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaims, her hands raised in a half-apologetic gesture, but she doesn’t back away immediately. “I should’ve waited for you to answer.”

You laugh softly, trying to ease her nerves. “It’s okay, Caitlyn. I wasn’t expecting you to just walk in.”

“I’ll be more careful next time,” she says, her face a deep shade of red, before she adds with a grin, “Though you do look incredible, I’ll admit that.”