#Jayvik x platonic!reader

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Could you do arcane characters reacting to finding abandoned baby!reader? Pls?

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ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

JAYCE

Piltover was quiet on this particular night, with only the soft sounds of the wind and distant footsteps breaking the silence. The streets were blanketed in a fresh layer of snow, casting an ethereal glow over the city. Jayce had just left the workshop, his mind buzzing with thoughts of new inventions and blueprints. The weight of the day hung on his shoulders, and all he longed for was the warmth of home and the solace of a cup of tea by the fire.

His path took him through an alleyway he’d often passed by without a second thought, the path worn but familiar. Yet tonight, something was different. A faint sound cut through the quiet—a weak, heart-wrenching cry that made Jayce’s heart skip a beat.

“Is someone there?” he called, his voice breaking the stillness, but the only response was the soft, pitiful cry that seemed to echo against the stone walls of the alley.

His brow furrowed in concern. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something in the sound caught his attention. Without another thought, Jayce stepped forward, moving deeper into the alley, his boots crunching against the snow beneath him. The distant streetlights barely illuminated the narrow passage, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to twist and shift in the dark.

Then, he saw it.

In the far corner of the alley, huddled against the cold stone of a building, was a small, fragile form—a bundle of ragged cloth, shaking violently. The faint cry came again, though softer now, almost as though the child had no strength left to keep wailing.

Jayce’s breath caught in his throat. He quickly crossed the distance between them, his pulse quickening. Kneeling beside you, he saw the tiny figure wrapped in a torn cloth that looked as though it hadn’t seen a wash in months. Your face, little more than a faint outline against the dark fabric, was flushed red from the cold, your lips trembling as another shiver wracked your tiny body.

He reached for you, instinct overriding everything else. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jayce murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I’ve got you.”

He gently scooped you into his arms, feeling the cold that had seeped deep into your skin. You whimpered in his arms, your tiny fists shaking in the air as if reaching for something. Jayce’s heart broke. Who would leave a child out here, alone and freezing? The thought sent a sharp pang of anger through him, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming need to get you warm and safe.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he whispered, cradling you against his chest. His coat was thick and warm, and he wrapped it around you as best he could, pulling you close as though to shield you from the bitter wind.

Your tiny form shivered in his embrace, and Jayce’s mind raced, his heart pounding as he thought about how he could help you. He’d been cold before— he knew the sharp, biting chill that crept into your bones and the exhaustion that followed. But he’d never imagined something like this—finding a baby, alone and vulnerable in the freezing cold of night.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Jayce stood, holding you tightly against him. He moved quickly, almost running, his boots pounding against the cobblestones as he rushed towards his home. The thought of what might have happened if he hadn’t found you gnawed at him.

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His home wasn’t far, a simple place with modest furnishings but enough to offer comfort and warmth. The fire in the hearth crackled as he rushed through the door, slamming it shut behind him to block out the cold. The familiar warmth of the room wrapped around him, and Jayce immediately moved to the nearby sofa, laying you down gently on the soft cushions. The contrast between the warmth of the room and the chill that still clung to your skin made Jayce’s heart ache.

He grabbed a thick wool blanket from a chair nearby and draped it carefully over you, but the sight of your small, trembling form still pulled at his heart. There was no time to waste—he needed to get you warm, to make sure you were going to be okay.

Jayce’s hands worked quickly, though with a careful gentleness. He pulled off his own coat, draping it over you before going to the fireplace to stoke the fire higher. He didn’t want to leave you alone for too long, so his movements were quick and purposeful.

As the fire crackled, Jayce grabbed a fresh cloth, dipping it in warm water, and began gently wiping your cheeks and brow. Your breathing had slowed, but your skin was still cold to the touch. He murmured reassurances to you as he worked, soft words meant to calm both you and himself.

“Stay with me, little one,” he whispered. “You’re safe now.”

Once he was certain you were warm enough, he turned his attention to your hunger. There was milk in his fridge, and though Jayce was inexperienced with children, he figured it would have to do. He grabbed a sippy cup bottle he had been using for an experiment, relieved he’d decided to clean it earlier. He warmed it on the stove, his mind racing with thoughts of how to care for you. His heart felt full with something he hadn’t expected—a deep, protective instinct that surged as he prepared to feed you.

When he returned to your side, you were still awake, your little eyes blinking up at him. The sight made his heart swell. Carefully, Jayce cradled you in his arms again, gently guiding the bottle to your lips. You took it eagerly, your small hands grasping at the bottle, as if you instinctively trusted him.

“Good girl,” Jayce murmured, smiling down at you. “You’re so strong.”

Once you finished, he wiped your chin with his thumb, chuckling softly at the little mess you’d made. The warmth of the fire, the milk, and Jayce’s steady presence seemed to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

As Jayce sat back, holding you close in his arms, he couldn’t help but reflect on how his life had changed in a single moment. He had been alone—focused on his work, consumed by the demands of his inventions and the weight of his ambitions. But now, with you in his arms, he realised that there was something far more important than any invention. There was this—this fragile, helpless life that needed him.

“You’re not alone anymore,” Jayce whispered, his voice full of conviction. “I’ll take care of you, no matter what. You’re family now.”

And with that promise, he held you close, the warmth of the fire and the safety of his home wrapping around you both as the snow continued to fall outside, a new chapter beginning for the two of you.

VIKTOR

The streets of Zaun were darker than usual that night, the usual hum of machines and the faint clatter of industry buzzing in the distance. Viktor, as always, found himself traversing the lower city, his mind consumed by thoughts of his latest invention, a device that could bring the promise of progress to both Piltover and Zaun. The cold air bit at his skin, but Viktor paid it no mind—he was used to the chill, as he was used to the struggle of progress in Zaun.

His cane clicked softly against the cobblestones with every step, the sound blending with the constant hum of the city. Viktor’s body bore the marks of his years of work—the brace on his leg creaked with each movement, and the support of his back brace was a necessary burden. He had built so much, but his body, strained and fragile, bore the weight of it all.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed the bundle at first. It was tucked against the wall of an old, dilapidated building, the kind that seemed to be a part of Zaun’s very bones. At first, he thought it might be just another stray animal, some forgotten debris, but then came the sound that pierced through his concentration—the faint cry of a child. Soft. Fragile.

Viktor’s steps faltered, and his gaze snapped toward the source of the noise.

A child? Here, in the heart of Zaun?

He paused, his breath catching in his chest as he scanned the alley. The darkness seemed to stretch around him, the shadows deep and unyielding. There was no sign of anyone else—no frantic parent, no guardian, no one to claim the child as their own. Just you, wrapped in ragged cloth, your tiny body trembling in the cold.

The world around Viktor seemed to slow. His sharp eyes took in every detail: your small, vulnerable form, the way your hands clenched instinctively at the cloth, the faint red tint of your chilled cheeks. You were so small, so helpless. His heart, usually so guarded and focused solely on the pursuit of progress, tightened in his chest. The cruelty of Zaun had claimed many lives, but a baby? This was a different kind of tragedy.

Viktor took a step back, his cane tapping against the ground as he moved, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. His life had been dedicated to progress, to building a future where suffering like this would not exist, yet here it was—raw, unrelenting, right in front of him. He had never been one to nurture or care for others, but in this moment, something stirred within him. He knew he couldn’t just walk away. Not now.

The cry of your tiny voice grew louder, more desperate, and with each sob, Viktor felt something he hadn’t expected—a deep, unexplainable sense of responsibility. A need to protect. He hesitated for a long moment, his thoughts racing. It was a risk, taking you. He had no experience with children—hell, he barely had experience caring for himself at times—but the weight of your cries, the weight of your life in his hands, made it impossible to turn away.

With a quiet sigh, Viktor muttered to himself, “It appears I have no choice.”

He approached you cautiously, his movements deliberate. As he knelt down, the sharp whir of his cane echoed in the silence of the alley, a contrast to the softness of the moment. With great care, he extended his arm, gently lifting you from the cold ground. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden movement, wide and full of confusion. When you looked at him, your gaze seemed to hold something innocent, something trusting, and in that moment, Viktor felt a strange connection.

“You are safe now,” he whispered, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to reassure—himself or you.

You whimpered softly, but you didn’t struggle. Your tiny body, bundled in the tattered cloth, was still cold to the touch, and Viktor couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. He could feel the chill in his bones, but to see you, so small and frail, exposed to it—it was almost too much to bear. His legs, encumbered by the brace that supported his weakened joints, felt heavy, but he powered through the pain, moving with the kind of resolve he only ever seemed to have when faced with an impossible decision.

He straightened, using his cane to support his weight as he carefully cradled you in his arms. The brace on his leg creaked with every step, and the pressure on his back made him wince, but he ignored the discomfort. He had no choice but to keep moving forward. His thoughts were focused solely on getting you somewhere safe.

As Viktor walked, his mind wandered briefly to the name he would give you. He didn’t even know if you had one—who would leave a child here, alone, in the cold? But as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your little hands curled slightly around his coat, he decided.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, as though testing the name. “I think that suits you.”

He wasn’t sure why he had chosen it, or why it felt so right. Perhaps it was because he had always believed that names carried meaning, that they defined people in ways that no other word could. And for you, this name felt like a promise—one of protection, one of care. A promise Viktor wasn’t sure he could keep, but one he would try to fulfill nonetheless.

“I’ll take you somewhere safe” he whispered again, more to himself than to you, as he began walking toward Piltover. The journey was long, and the weight of your small body in his arms was a reminder of just how fragile life was. It wasn’t just the streets of Zaun that made him feel the cold; it was the knowledge that so many others had been left behind, forgotten. But not you. Not now.

JAYVIK

It was a typical afternoon for Jayce—well, as typical as life in Piltover could be. He’d just wrapped up a marathon of meetings and was on his way to the lab, eager to discuss some new ideas with Viktor. His steps were brisk, confident, his mind racing with plans for the next big breakthrough. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

Out of nowhere, a woman appeared, breathless and panicked. Before Jayce could say a word, she practically shoved a small bundle into his arms. “Take care of her!” she gasped, turning and bolting off into the crowd like a phantom, disappearing without a trace.

Jayce stood there, frozen, holding a tiny baby in his arms. His eyes widened as the baby blinked up at him, her face utterly serene, as if she hadn’t just been handed over to the most bewildered person in all of Piltover. Jayce glanced back at the crowd, but the woman was long gone.

“Uh… excuse me?” Jayce muttered, his voice more to himself than to anyone else. He then looked down at the baby, looking into her eyes. “Uhm... Hello?"

Still unsure of what to do, Jayce adjusted the baby in his arms, attempting to look somewhat comfortable, even though his internal panic was through the roof. The weight of her in his arms was oddly reassuring, like a grounding force. It wasn’t until he started walking toward the lab that it hit him: He had no idea how to care for a baby. Wasn’t he supposed to have training for this? Or at least some sort of basic manual?

Jayce reached the lab, pushing the door open with his elbow. Viktor was hunched over his workbench, entirely absorbed in his latest project, his cane leaning against the table nearby. Jayce walked in, trying to look nonchalant, but the baby shifted in his arms, making soft cooing noises. Viktor didn’t look up.

“Well, Viktor,” Jayce began, tone a bit more strained than he intended. “I’ve acquired a baby. Not sure if it’s permanent, but... here she is.” He shifted the bundle, clearly still getting used to the tiny form in his arms.

Viktor didn’t flinch. His mind was already too deep into his calculations, completely ignoring Jayce’s dramatic entrance. He continued working, lost in his world of gears and wires. Jayce sighed, glancing down at the baby, who was now staring up at him, as if wondering the same thing he was: What the hell just happened?

“Viktor!” Jayce raised his voice a little, just enough to get his attention. “What exactly am I supposed to do with her?”

Viktor’s hands froze. He didn’t turn around immediately, just processing the words. Then, slowly, he twisted in his chair, finally noticing the small bundle in Jayce’s arms. His brow furrowed as he took in the scene. Jayce, looking utterly unprepared, was holding a baby. Viktor blinked, his gaze widening.

“You… have a child.” Viktor’s accented voice was flat, but there was a flicker of amusement beneath it. “I didn’t realise you were that committed to your... new projects.”

Jayce, still adjusting to the reality of the situation, gave Viktor a sheepish grin. “Well, she’s not exactly my ‘project,’ but a woman just thrust her into my arms and ran away. I didn’t get much of a choice"

Viktor eyed him with mild disbelief. “And you thought to bring her here? To the lab?”

Jayce, now feeling the full weight of the absurdity of it all, chuckled awkwardly. “Well, where else was I supposed to take her? Besides, she looks like she might be your responsibility too now, right?”

Viktor stared at him for a moment, the smirk on the edge of his lips barely visible. “You’re the one who’s going to have to deal with the shrieking and dirty diapers, Jayce, not me.”

Jayce shot him a look. “Yeah, I definitely didn’t sign up for this. But now I’m here, and she’s here…” He glanced down at the baby, who was now staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “So... what do we do with her, Vik”

Viktor paused, running a hand through his hair, his cane resting against the bench. “I suppose we could look into some kind of care routine. For now, though, I’m not sure what kind of expertise I can offer. I’m not exactly a nanny.”

Jayce let out a deep sigh, shifting the baby yet again. “I didn’t even know I was capable of holding a baby. I feel like I might drop her at any second.”

Viktor walked over, eyes scanning the situation with a hint of concern hiding behind his sarcastic tone. “Well, she does seem to have latched on to you. Maybe you do have some hidden paternal instincts.”

Jayce rolled his eyes. “Please, Vik. This is a disaster.”

The baby made a soft noise, like a little giggle. Jayce glanced down, and to his surprise, the baby was actually smiling up at him. A tiny hand reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, tugging slightly.

Jayce looked at Viktor, wide-eyed. “Did she just—?”

Viktor, trying to hold back a chuckle, said, “It seems she has chosen you, Jayce. You’re her new father now.”

Jayce sighed, defeated. “Well, looks like I’m not getting out of this one. Great.”

Viktor’s lips twitched into a rare smile. “Perhaps I should offer a little guidance, then. We could make a few adjustments to her care routine... Maybe even design a more efficient formula dispenser.”

Jayce shot Viktor an incredulous look. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Viktor, now fully enjoying the moment, shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? I’m always looking for improvements.”

Jayce chuckled in spite of himself. The lab, with its machinery and gadgets, suddenly felt warmer, more alive. As the baby cooed softly in his arms, he couldn’t help but think that, maybe, this wasn’t so bad. And perhaps, just perhaps, Viktor’s teasing wasn’t so unwelcome after all.

“Guess we’ll figure it out together,” Jayce muttered, glancing down at the tiny bundle in his arms with a soft smile.

Viktor’s expression softened as he leans against the workbench, his cane resting against the table. He looked at Jayce, who was now leaning against the workbench besides him, still holding the tiny baby in his arms. There was a quiet tension between them, the weight of the situation still settling in.

“I suppose so,” Viktor said with a sigh, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “Just don’t expect me to change any diapers, Jayce. You’re on your own with that.”

Jayce smirked back, the corners of his mouth twitching into a rare grin. “Well, I didn’t exactly sign up for this, either. But I think I can manage.”

For a moment, the two of them stood in a comfortable silence, both adjusting to the strange reality of their new situation. Jayce glanced down at the baby, her small form so fragile in his arms, her calm presence oddly comforting. She was looking up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity, as if trying to make sense of her surroundings.

“What should we name her?” Jayce asked quietly, glancing over at Viktor for some input.

Viktor raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the question. “You’re asking me to name a child?”

Jayce shrugged, still holding the baby gently. “Well, she didn’t exactly come with instructions.”

Viktor let out a small sigh, his lips curling into a slight, amused smirk. “I suppose… Y/N. It’s simple, but it suits her. Strong, gentle.”

Jayce looked down at the baby once more, his eyes softening as he tested the name. “Y/N…” he murmured, almost to himself. It felt right—simple but meaningful, a name that carried both strength and tenderness.

“Y/N,” Jayce repeated, his voice taking on a rare warmth. He looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms again, feeling a sense of responsibility settle in. “Alright, Y/N. I guess we’re in this together.”

Viktor stood beside him, his gaze lingering on the baby. He gently reached out with a finger, brushing it lightly against Y/N’s cheek. The touch was soft, almost tender, as if he, too, was coming to terms with the new reality.

As Viktor’s finger lingered against Y/N’s skin, Jayce’s expression softened. For the first time in a long while, the lab felt less like a place of intense work and more like a home—a place where something new was beginning.

And in that quiet moment, with both men standing side by side, the strange chaos of the day seemed to settle into a surprising sense of calm. Jayce, Viktor, and little Y/N—a new chapter in their lives had just begun.

VANDER

The streets of Zaun had always been unpredictable. One moment they were alive with the energy of its people, and the next, they were smothered in the oppressive silence after a failed rebellion. Vander, a man who had seen it all in this crumbling city, was no stranger to the aftermath of violence, but this time, something was different.

The sounds of chaos had barely faded when Vander stumbled upon the wreckage of a collapsed building. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, but there, amongst the rubble, something caught his eye. A soft cry, faint but unmistakable, echoed from the twisted remains. His heart skipped a beat as he pushed through the debris, his hands trembling as they reached for the small figure beneath the rubble.

It was a baby. A tiny girl, barely old enough to be away from her mother’s care, and yet here she was, alone. Her mother lay lifeless beside her, a victim of the violence that had taken so many lives. Vander’s stomach turned, but he didn’t hesitate. Carefully, he scooped the baby up in his arms, her small form looking so fragile against his broad chest.

He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t a father. He had his own responsibilities, his own battles to fight, but this child... she didn’t deserve to be alone. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on him. What kind of life would she have in Zaun, with the city falling apart around them?

As he made his way back to the house, cradling the baby in his arms, his thoughts were a storm of confusion and concern. Felicia had always been the one to take the reins when it came to caring for children. Vi, barely a year old, was still young and needed constant care. Vander couldn't help but wonder how they would adjust to the new addition. How could he care for this girl when his own life felt so uncertain?

Felicia was busy at the stove when he walked in, her eyes immediately narrowing as she saw the bundle in his arms.

“Vander?” she asked softly, her voice laced with surprise. “What’s this?”

He hesitated, looking down at the baby, whose eyes were wide with innocence, unaware of the violence that had just claimed her mother’s life. He sighed heavily, rubbing his brow. “I found her, Felicia. After the fight. Her mother didn’t make it.” He paused for a moment, unsure of how to explain. “I... I don’t know what to do with her.”

Felicia, ever the practical one, took in the situation with a quiet assessment. Her gaze softened as she approached, her hands instinctively reaching out to take the baby from Vander’s arms.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “You’ve got a good heart, Vander. She’s lucky you found her.”

Vander watched as Felicia adjusted the baby in her arms with practiced ease, the same gentle movements she had used when handling Vi when she was a baby. He felt a pang in his chest. He wasn’t sure he was cut out for this. He wasn’t a father, not really. He was a protector, a fighter, but this was a new challenge. How could he take care of a child who had already lost so much?

Felicia glanced up at him, noticing his uncertainty. “You’re going to be fine. Don’t worry about it too much.” She began to rock the baby gently in her arms, offering Vander a reassuring smile. “The first thing you need to know is that she’ll need feeding. Don’t forget that, or you’ll be in for a rough night.”

Vander nodded, his brow furrowing in concentration as he listened. Felicia was always the voice of reason, the calm to his storm. “I’ll figure it out,” he said, though he wasn’t entirely convinced.

As Felicia spoke more about feeding and settling the baby, Vander couldn’t help but steal glances at her. There was something so delicate, so helpless about the tiny girl in Felicia’s arms. The idea that he was now responsible for another life, one so vulnerable in this cruel world, unsettled him. But the more he watched Felicia, the more confident he became in his ability to do this.

He could protect her. He could provide a safe place for her, just as he had always done for the people in his life.

Vi’s tiny voice echoed from the other room, the sound of her giggling as she tried to walk, still unsteady on her feet. Vander turned to look at her through the open door, his heart swelling with love for the little girl who had been a part of his life since her birth. She was still so young, her wide eyes full of wonder as she explored the world around her. He had always been her protector, but now, this new child needed him too.

Felicia handed the baby back to him, and this time, he took her with a bit more confidence. The little one squirmed in his arms, making small cooing noises, and Vander’s heart melted. He hadn’t realised it before, but the connection he felt for this child was already beginning to form, even if it was just the beginning.

“What’s her name?” Felicia asked, breaking his thoughts.

Vander hesitated again, looking down at the tiny face in his arms. He hadn’t even thought about that yet. “I... don’t know. She doesn’t have anyone left, Felicia. It doesn’t feel right naming her after someone who’s gone.”

Felicia smiled softly, her eyes warm. “Then you name her, Vander. She’s yours now, too. Give her a name that means something to you.”

Vander looked down at the baby once more, feeling the weight of the moment. He could hear the sounds of Vi’s laughter in the next room, her tiny feet pattering against the floor, and the occasional soft squeal of a toy being thrown to the side. This little girl would grow up alongside her and he would do everything in his power to give her a life filled with love and safety.

His mind drifted for a moment, and then he spoke softly, the name feeling right as it left his lips. “Y/N. She’s Y/N.”

Felicia’s eyes softened with approval. “Y/N it is. A good name.”

Vander gently rocked the baby, her soft breaths filling the silence of the room. As the first rays of light filtered through the windows, he felt something shift inside him. He wasn’t just Vander the enforcer, the protector of the Undercity. Now, he was a father, and this child—this little girl—his little girl—would be his to care for, his to protect.

And with that, Vander silently vowed to give Y/N the life she deserved, to raise her as one of his own, with love and protection in a world that had taken so much from so many.

SILCO

In the heart of Zaun, the air was thick with tension as Silco and his men faced off against a rival faction in the dimly lit alleyways of the undercity. The deal, once promising, had rapidly spiralled into chaos, with gunfire ricocheting off the grimy walls and explosions shaking the very foundation of the city. Silco’s gaze never wavered from the task at hand. His mind was a steel trap, calculating, assessing. He barked orders to his henchmen, directing them to hold their ground.

"We can't afford to lose this," he snarled, voice edged with irritation as his men worked tirelessly to push back the ambush. His hands clenched at his sides, not from fear or panic, but from the growing frustration that this wasn’t going according to plan. Explosions rattled the nearby buildings, sending bits of debris raining down, but Silco stayed focused, a storm of calculations swirling behind his steely eyes.

Then, as the violence unfolded, Silco’s sharp ears caught something unexpected—a faint sound, so soft at first, it seemed like an illusion. The high-pitched cry of an infant.

For a heartbeat, Silco thought he had misheard. But the cry rang out again, unmistakable. A baby.

His eyes snapped toward the source of the sound, his usual cold expression betraying an emotion that was far more vulnerable—surprise, maybe even something softer. He had no time for innocence. No time for the helpless. He had a city to control, power to grasp. And yet, this sound, this fragile call for help, resonated somewhere deep within him.

Without thinking, he ordered his closest men to continue fighting.

"Hold them off. I'll be back. Keep them distracted, do whatever you must," Silco commanded, his tone firm but sharp, leaving no room for questioning. His men hesitated for a moment, confusion flickering in their eyes.

"Boss, what about—?"

"No questions," Silco interrupted, his voice steady, commanding. "Get to work."

His body was a blur of movement as he darted through the crumbling building, dodging debris and stepping carefully over shattered glass. The sounds of distant gunfire and shouting barely registered as his mind zeroed in on the cries, growing louder with each step. The building around him was unstable, shaking with every explosion. Yet Silco pressed on, his every movement deliberate and purposeful.

At the far end of the room, amidst the wreckage, he saw it—a small crib, overturned in the chaos. A bundle of old, frayed fabric sat next to it, the sound of the child’s cries filling the room. He knelt carefully, his heart inexplicably stilling at the sight of the tiny, trembling infant. The baby’s face was scrunched with distress, its small body shaking as it cried for someone to help.

For a moment, Silco stood frozen. He had no use for softness, no room for care when it came to the world of Zaun. Yet, in this moment, he couldn’t look away. There was something about this fragile life, so delicate, that made his usual ruthless exterior crack, just slightly.

His heart, an organ he thought he had long since abandoned, stirred with an unfamiliar sensation. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he want to. Silco was a man of control, but this was something that defied control.

He moved quickly, scooping the baby up in his arms, holding her close as if he could protect her from the crumbling world around them. The cries lessened as his presence seemed to calm her. It was unsettling, the way she responded to him, but he didn’t dwell on it. The building was collapsing, and he needed to get out.

With the infant cradled securely in his arms, Silco made his way back into the fray. The sound of gunfire rang out once more, but he paid no mind. His men moved to form a protective barrier around him as they made their way towards the alley, ensuring no harm would come to their boss or the child in his arms.

As they moved swiftly through the maze of ruined streets, Silco glanced down at the baby. Her tiny hand gripped his finger tightly, her soft skin warm against his cold, calloused hand. His expression softened for a split second—his gaze lingering on her face, something akin to protectiveness flickering in his eyes before he quickly masked it. The weight of the child, so small, seemed to add a new layer of responsibility he wasn’t used to.

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They arrived at the Last Drop, and Silco’s men ushered him inside, and as he walked through the door, his eyes caught sight of Powder sitting on the far side of the room, her eyes wide and curious. She had been waiting for his return, the explosion of the earlier chaos still reverberating in the air.

Powder’s gaze flicked immediately to the baby in Silco’s arms, her brow furrowing as she watched them carefully, questioning, uncertain.

"Who’s this?" Powder’s voice was small but filled with confusion, her eyes darting between Silco and the baby.

Silco paused for a moment, his hand tightening around the baby, almost protectively. “She’s… someone I need to look after,” he said, his voice softer than usual, more reluctant than he intended.

The room was silent for a long moment, Powder staring at the baby with wide, curious eyes, her brow furrowed in confusion. She tilted her head, taking in the small bundle Silco was cradling with an intensity that seemed to grow with every passing second. The silence stretched, and then Powder’s voice broke through.

She frowned slightly, her expression thoughtful. “She doesn’t have a name, does she?”

Silco’s gaze flicked briefly to the baby, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if the thought had never crossed his mind. Names weren’t important to him—not in the way Powder seemed to imply. People were tools, pawns in his game for control, not individuals deserving of such personal things.

But the way Powder spoke, the way her eyes held a softness he hadn’t seen before, made him pause. Something tugged at him, a fleeting emotion that was hard to pinpoint, but it lingered in the air between them.

“She’s just a baby," Silco muttered, as if it should be obvious, yet the doubt in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.

Powder’s frown deepened. “She needs a name," she said, the quiet certainty in her voice almost like a gentle reprimand. She took a few steps closer, her tiny hands reaching out towards the baby, and her gaze softened. “She can’t just be… nobody.”

For a long moment, Silco watched her. He didn’t quite understand it, but he couldn’t ignore the weight of her words. After a long silence, he exhaled, the sharp edges of his usual coldness dulling just a little.

“Fine," Silco said with a slight shrug, trying to brush off the moment as if it were unimportant. “What would you name her, then?”

Powder considered the baby for a moment, her eyes thoughtful, then she glanced up at Silco, a small, tentative smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Y/N,” Powder said softly, her voice warm, as though the name itself was a declaration. "Y/N sounds like she’s... meant to be."

Silco didn’t respond at first. He just stood there, staring at the baby in his arms, the weight of her smallness grounding him in a way he didn’t expect. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded.

“Y/N,” he echoed, the name settling in his mind. It was strange. Foreign. But it felt... right, in a way he couldn’t explain. Something about it felt final, like it belonged to the fragile life in his arms. Something he hadn’t known he needed.

“Y/N,” he repeated again, this time with the faintest trace of a promise lingering in his voice.

POWDER/JINX

Jinx was skipping through the streets of Zaun, her wild hair bouncing with every step as she hummed a tune only she seemed to know. The city was her playground, and today, just like every other day, she had a dozen schemes brewing in her mind, each one more chaotic than the last. Explosions, pranks, and a little bit of mayhem were the order of the day, and she was loving every minute of it.

She darted between alleyways, giggling to herself, and tossed a few explosive doodads behind her as she skipped away, watching with delight as they detonated in showers of sparks. It was perfect. Zaun was perfect.

But then, something caught her attention. At first, it was so small and insignificant that she almost walked right past it. A bundle of cloth, tucked into a corner near some rubble, barely visible behind a pile of discarded crates. But then—there it was again—a faint sound, a little whimper.

Jinx stopped mid-prance, her head snapping to the side, eyes narrowing in curiosity. She took a few steps closer, her heart thumping in her chest. She peered down at the small bundle.

A baby.

Jinx tilted her head, eyeing the infant with a mix of curiosity and confusion. She’d never been one for babies, but something about this one seemed… off. It was alone. Why is it all alone?

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Maybe someone had left it here? Maybe it was a trap—one of those strange Zaun things she never quite understood. But before she could give it another thought, the sounds of barking and growling interrupted her musings.

She turned sharply, her bright blue eyes locking onto a group of stray dogs coming around the corner. The mangy pack was heading straight for the baby, their teeth bared, growling low in their throats. The hairs on the back of Jinx’s neck stood on end.

“Uh-oh,” Jinx muttered under her breath, her mischievous grin fading for the first time that day. Without missing a beat, she sprinted forward, her boots thudding against the cobblestones.

With a wild scream and a manic twinkle in her eye, Jinx flung herself into the pack of dogs, arms flailing as she let out a battle cry. “Shoo! Go away, you ugly mutts!”

The dogs yelped in confusion and fear, scattering in all directions as Jinx jumped up and down, flailing her arms like a lunatic. The moment they were gone, she turned her attention back to the baby, who, of course, had started crying.

“Great. Now look what you’ve done, you little screamer,” Jinx said, crouching down with her arms outstretched dramatically. “Couldn’t just stay quiet, could you?”

Jinx scooped the baby up effortlessly, holding her as though she were a prized possession, though her wild, erratic movements made it seem like the baby was more of an afterthought. Y/N’s tiny fists were clenched, and her crying only seemed to get louder as she was cradled in Jinx’s arms.

“Shhh! Quiet down!” Jinx cooed, her voice far too loud for a baby’s sensitive ears. She bounced on her heels, rocking Y/N back and forth. “Come on, no need to be all cry-y-y about it! Everything’s fine! I saved your butt from those gnarly dogs! You owe me, little one!"

The baby’s crying only escalated, and Jinx sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“Alright, alright!” Jinx grumbled. She lifted the baby higher, her grin returning with a hint of sweetness. “I get it. You're scared, you're hungry, you're probably thinking 'What the heck is going on?' and honestly, same. But I’m Jinx! The one and only Jinx! And I’m gonna make sure you’re safe... for now. So quit crying already, it’s makin' my head hurt!”

Y/N’s cries didn’t stop, but they slowed, her tiny body pressing against Jinx as she tried to calm down. Jinx huffed, crossing her arms with a pout, clearly frustrated but secretly amused.

“Well, that’s as good as I’m gonna get,” she grinned, tapping the baby’s tiny nose. “You’re gonna be alright. And I guess... I guess you’re kind of cute.”

Jinx squinted down at the baby, her lips curling into a lopsided grin as she rocked back and forth. “But, you’re totally my sidekick now. You can’t just scream like that all the time. You’ve got to be a cool sidekick. Shhhh,” she whispered again, this time softer than before, as if the very concept of calming the baby had caught her off guard.

The baby’s hiccup was so quiet, so small, but Jinx caught it. Her lips curled into a crooked smile, and she gave a little satisfied nod, clearly pleased with herself for at least calming the little screamer down, even if just a little.

"See? Not so bad when you stop yelling, huh?" she grinned, bouncing the baby a bit as she continued to march down the alley. "I guess you’re not totally hopeless."

Y/N’s tiny hands gripped at one of Jinx's braids and for a moment, the chaos of the city around them seemed to fade. There was still the hum of machinery in the background, the occasional shout from passing Zaunites, and the distant whir of a hovercraft zooming by. But in this moment, it was just Jinx and her new... well, sidekick.

Jinx thought for a second, her eyes flicking from Y/N’s scrunched-up face to the crooked streets of Zaun ahead of her.

"Alright, alright, kid," Jinx said, her voice softening but still with that unmistakable quirk of madness. "We can’t just keep calling you baby all the time. You need a real name... Something cool, like me!"

She paused for dramatic effect, glancing down at Y/N with a grin that could only belong to Jinx. "I mean, you’re gonna be famous one day, right? Everyone’s gonna know you. You gotta have a name that makes people go wow."

Jinx tapped her chin thoughtfully, her wild eyes darting around as she searched for inspiration. "Maybe… Boom-Boom?" she suggested with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. But then she quickly waved it off. "Nah, too obvious."

Another moment passed, and then she snapped her fingers with an exaggerated gasp. "I got it! Y/N! Yeah, yeah, that works. Y/N. It's... mysterious. It's cool. It's got that punch to it. Like—BAM!" she added, making an explosive gesture with her hands as if the name itself was a firecracker.

She beamed down at the baby, who was now squirming gently in her arms, eyes blinking up at her in confusion. "You’re Y/N, kid. And you’re gonna be the best sidekick this place has ever seen. That’s a promise!" she added with a dramatic wink.

With a newfound sense of pride, Jinx lifted her arms high, holding Y/N like some strange, glittering trophy. "Alright, Y/N, time for some fun!" she said, spinning around again and nearly tripping over a loose piece of scrap. "Let’s go make some noise!"

And with that, Jinx—her new sidekick in tow—took off through the streets of Zaun, the two of them ready to cause more chaos. But this time, with a little bit of unexpected sweetness in the mix.

[the-odd-shu]

Lab shenanigans

Characters: Viktor, Jayce, Reader

A thread following the chaotic trio that is, laboratory illustrator!Reader, Viktor and Jayce being unsupervised in the lab.

Note this takes place during season 1:

Gender Neutral!Reader who got hired as the lab illustrator because neither Jayce nor Viktor can draw and they need an illustrator to document all their official papers with recognisable diagrams of their inventions.

The next part

Masterlist

Reader who was just freshly been employed as the lab illustrator, sitting diligently at their new desk whilst Jayce fetches the research folder and Viktor tinkers away in the background.

Reader who lets Jayce set down the heavy folder on their desk, which holds all of the pair's research as well as hundreds of cruedly drawn sketches of inventions such as the Hexclaw and early drafts of the Hexgates, drawn by both himself and Viktor. (They are not drawn well, and it is only because most of the drawings are labelled with big, obnoxoious arrows that you actually know what you're looking at).

Jayce pausing in his explanations of the tech on each page and his promises to pull everything out of storage when you need it for a refence, slowly trailing off when he catches sight of your reaction to the drawings: "Why are you making that face?"

Reader who is diligently flicking through the pages and trying not to crack up at the poorly drawn stick figures, and the messy, uneven parallel lines of wires and robotic arms, and the scribbled oblong that is supposed to be one of the gemstones. They're not half bad attempts from people who focus their energy and time into math equations and flowery research papers, but that doesn't mean they're not amusing to look at.

"What face? I'm not making a face."

Reader turns all of their attention down to the pages and proceeds to fail at smothering their snort as the concept sketch of one of the Zaun suits. They push the folder back along the desk, to create enough space to prop their elbows on the table, to pinch the bridge of their nose hard to try and school themselves into some form of calm.

"Why are you laughing?" Jayce asks, sounding geniunely confused.

Whilst Reader tries to save face by responding, "I'm not. I'm just- uh, coming to terms with how much work I have ahead of me."

Jayce frowns.

The commotion has caught Viktor's attention.

"Well, it is a lot." Jayce allows, "but we won't rush you. The deadline is months away after all, and if-"

His words fade into the background in your mind as Viktor chooses then to roll over on his wheelie office chair to see what's going on, only to immediately grin in understanding. He rolls his chair up on the adjascent side of your desk, mouth pulled into a wicked smirk as he points to a particularly wobbly zaun suit drawing. "That would be one of Jayce's masterpieces."

Jayce lets out an offended noise, whilst Viktor takes malicious joy in flipping through the folder to point out which other drawings were done by Jayce. Most of them are wobbly and uneven, but have clearly been mapped out with steady, slow care.

In retaliation, Jayce swipes the folder out of Viktor's gleeful hands, and pointedly flips to a fresher page dated back to a couple of days ago. You catch a glimpse of the title 'hexcore', scrawled across the top in confident letters, before Jayce is turning the folder back to you and loudly proclaiming the work of art as Viktor's.

[The ‘hexcore’ has been drawn with wobbly, uneven lines that lacked the sleek, parallel look of the actual subject, with poorly recreated runes that did not at all take into account perspective or foreshortening.]

Reader loses it at the attempt, whilst Jayce and Viktor continue to squabble with one another in the background.

I just NEED all three of them to spend countless hours in that laboratory getting stuck in their respective tasks (creative Vs Scientific) and all three of them come out aching and satisfied by the time the janitor comes round to kick them out for the night, despite doing jobs that require different parts of their brains. The overlap of countless, almost unsolvable equations, with the hours of staring at a blank page and slowly but surely coaxing out an image, it just so precious to me somehow.

Bonus points of course, if Jayce and Viktor are getting really into a scientific debate across the room by the chalkboard, flinging enormous words back and forth at one another, whilst Reader slowly dies inside trying to make the metal part of an invention LOOK like metal.

I just need Reader allowing the background muttering and excited exclamations to sooth them as they carefully draw another diagram above a neatly scrawled out text box of the pair's latest concept.

Jayce: “Yes! That could work! What do you think, Y/n?”

Reader: Head snaps up at being addressed. “Uh…”

They blue screen as they come back to reality and realise they haven’t moved in hours and their back and neck desperately ache from the movement. They're suddenly starving, and hungry, and really need to pee, but didn't notice before because they were so engrossed in their work. Kind of like how the other two get about their research.

Viktor being a night owl and working on projects late into the night.

Jayce being smart and taking cat naps on his desk because he's an early bird, but a deadline is coming up and he refuses to be defeated by exhaustion.

And then you have Reader. Who is not being supervised in the kitchen, where they've made their fifth coffee and with shaking, caffeinated hands, they begin pouring in a generous helping of a Piltover energy drink.

Viktor hears the can pop.

He says your name warningly. "You better not be making that culinary monstrosity again."

Instead of responding, they knock back the whole mug in desperate gulps, ignoring the rancid taste and shivering from the mix of burning liquid with the pop of hundreds of tiny bubbles.

The mug gets slammed loudly back on the counter. Viktor sighs heavily and pushes his wheelie chair towards Jayce's desk.

He wakes him up, with a prod of his cane into his side.

"I'm about to have a breakthrough." He explains quickly motioning to his desk. Blary eyed and clearly not fully awake yet, Jayce nods along. Viktor points dramatically to Jayce and then in the direction of the kitchen. "You're on assistant duty for the next half an hour."

The tiredness leeches out of Jayce's face. "They didn't-"

"They did."

"But they've already got caffeine shakes!"

"Tell that to the sound of the kettle bubbling away and the pop of a can lid. It has already happened Jayce. All we can do now it keep the damage to a minimum."

On silent feet, Reader's shadow appears on the other side of the desk. Both men jump. The light overhead casts their face into shadows and somehow makes their eyes glow. It is a terrifying sight.

Viktor recovers first. "We need to put a bell on you!"

"Kinky. Now, whatdoyouwantmetodrawnext?!" Their assistant rushes out in a single breath.

And both scientists pale. It was already beginning then.

The next four hours consists of Jayce struggling to keep his eyes open whilst Reader pokes fun at him and offers up their 'creation', Jayce firmly declining and trying to get on with his work, whilst Viktor keeps to himself and snorts periodically at the banter.

Reader draws and draws and then rubs out, before diligently getting back to drawing again. There is a frenzy to their marks. A wildness to their eyes. The scratch and scritch of their pen, getting lost amongst the sound of cogs turning and screws tightening and Jayce's yawning. So much so that when it suddenly ceases, neither of the scientists notice at first.

Not until Viktor asks for a warm tea, only for the previously eager assistant not to respond. He lets out a fond sigh, Jayce straightening up from his own work.

Reader is passed out on their sketchbook, having FINALLY crashed.

Viktor gets up to make his own tea.

Jayce shrugs off his jacket, and puts it over their shoulders as a makeshift blanket. The man has such broad shoulders that it practically swallows the assistant from sight, but they do not stir.

"That'll give them an awful neck ache tomorrow." Viktor observes aloud.

Jayce snorts. "Maybe it'll be enough of a punishment to stop them making that foul concoction."

"Unlikely."

Jayce just shakes his head and collapses back onto his desk and lays his head down on his arm. "Ten minutes." He mutters out before closing his eyes.

Viktor hums. And by the time he gets his tea back to the desk, his partner is out like a light, just as he had predicted.

"I CANNOT believe you're making me do this Jayce." Viktor exclaims sarcastically.

"Viktor. Please let me get that cog for you. Just this time. Please!"

"Oh no, no, do not get up on my account." Viktor firmly dismisses as he shimmies down his cane, one hand over the other all the whilst making exaggerated groaning noises.

Jayce is practically vibrating in place. "Please! It is literally all the way under that side board. Can I just slide it out for you? You can pick it up yourself."

"Oh no, do not strain yourself!" Viktor insists, sitting himself down on the floor, one hand holding his cane up as he shoves his other arm under the side board.

"VIKTOR!" Jayce all but whines, and takes a step forward.

"Ah!" Viktor immediately reprimands. "Y/n get the spray bottle!"

You've been watching the entire scene in amusement from your desk. Quietly giggling at Viktor's ribbing and Jayce's desperation to be useful. They make a rather amusing duo.

Jayce's eyes have jumped up to you. Frozen mid-step, eyes pleading.

You grin, pointedly reaching across the gap between yours and Viktor's desks to grab said spray bottle.

On the floor, Viktor makes a triumphant noise, before straightening up and brandishing the cog above his head. "Got it!" He exclaims, before slamming the blasted thing onto the side board. Then he tries to clamber back up his cane to his feet. He is unsuccessful as his leg decides not to co-operate this time.

He sighs. "Jayce." He says heavily, "as punishment for making me get down here in the first place-"

"What?! I've literally been-"

"As reprimand for your dastardly crimes. You are obligated to offer me one hand. But ONLY one, or your punishment shall evolve into death by spray bottle." Dramatically, he holds out his hand to his exasperated partner.

In support, you give the spray bottle a little squeeze in Jayce's direction, to which he shoots you a dark look. You merely grin back.

Then Jayce offers Viktor his hand, their fingers wrapping around the others wrist. "Slow." Viktor instructs, as he readjusts his legs into the right position. Jayce nods.

Then Jayce gently pulls Viktor up as Viktor balances between his feet and his cane.

"Thank you." He says, patting Jayce on the cheek, before promptly turning on his heel to retreat back to his desk.

They're so silly, I love them so much.

The next part

[asexual-abomination]

Parental Yandere JayVik X Reader Part 1 - Forced Agere

Yo I wrote this starting at 2330 so idk if it’s even coherent but these guys have been taking up so so much of my brain. And agere has been helping me deal with so much stress lately so here y’all go.

CWs: Forced Agere (NON-SEXUAL), Yandere, Infantilism, Implied Hypnosis

~~~

You woke up easily this morning, your head lifting off the pillow as your nose followed the smell of chocolate permeating the apartment.

Waking up usually took one of your “fathers” coming in to poke and prod you, mentally and physically, even occasionally having to carry you out to the breakfast table. It was their fault, you always grumbled, it was their decision to perfume your pillowcase with sweet lavender that filled your head with stuffy fluff.

But the smell of chocolate was strong enough to overpower your sleepiness, and before you knew it, you were sat up in bed, blearily looking around and noticing the bright sunlight peeking through your closed curtains. Your fathers were usually insistent on not letting you sleep in, no matter how you begged, so you were confused why they would leave you so late into the morning.

Before you could gather your bearings and think logically, you found yourself pouting. They wouldn’t forget about you, would they?

Your stuffed sheep, Baa-nie, was tied by soft ribbons around your back to the front of your sleep shirt. He was immensely soft and weighted, and also scented with sleepy lavender. It was near impossible to undo the laces yourself, usually one of your fathers would do it before you came down for breakfast.

Although you tried to avoid acting like the child they delusionally insisted you were, you find yourself unconsciously wrapping an arm around him, sinking into his softness as you lift off the blankets and walked over to peek out of your bedroom door.

The smell of chocolate hit you instantly when you cracked the door. You peeked down the hallway towards the kitchen on the other end of the apartment, where you saw your Papa Viktor sitting on a stool, facing towards the island counter, while your Dada Jayce was standing in the doorway, chatting about something that ended too quickly for you to make out.

Looking around further you noticed that the apartment looked different; there were decorations, shiny star stickers hung on the walls next to brightly-coloured balloons. You cracked the door open a little more and blinked deliriously at the words on a balloon sitting right in front of your door.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It cheerily announced, as if the message didn’t send a blood-curdling shiver down your spine. Was it really your birthday? Already? How long has it been since they took you? Had you lost track of the days… the months that quickly?

… How old were you even turning?

You were horrified as you found the answer faster than you ever wanted to, as you glanced around and saw two more balloons, shiny holographic plastic blown up in the shapes of two clear 1s.

Eleven. These psychos were really going to try to convince you, and themselves, that you were turning Eleven.

What worried you most was that it dawned on you that you truly couldn’t remember what age you were supposed to be turning. Weren’t you in your twenties? Why couldn’t you remember your own age?!

Without thinking, you clutched on to Baa-nie and bit your lower lip between your teeth to comfort yourself. Viktor had taken an interest in truly adjusting your mind into that of a child through hypnosis some weeks ago, and you had gone along with it to avoid any punishment. There was no way it could have seriously been working, was there?

Your breathing became heavy and unsteady as you wracked your brain, trying to remember the age you had turned at your last birthday, but all that came up was indeterminable colours and sounds, like your memories had been turned to slick oil that you couldn’t hold onto.

You stared at that dumb balloon like it was going to attack you as you took a few paces back from the door. It began to swing wide open in your absence, and it was only a matter of time until-

“There’s our sweetheart!”

-they noticed you were awake.

Panic kept you rooted to the floor as you watched Jayce’s shadow grow on the wall, accompanied by his heavy footsteps. When he rounded the corner, his beaming smile softened at the sight of you. You must have looked like the perfect image of the little kid he imagined you as, staring up at him with sleepy, spooked eyes and messy bedhead as you clutched your stuffy.

“Happy birthday, sweetie! You excited?”

He offered an olive branch, you knew how this went. They give you one or two chances to play along, and disobeying meant a punishment, which was always changing and always left you crying and wondering why you had ever been so dumb as to stand up against them in the first place. But… seeing as it was your birthday… maybe they’d be more lenient?

Worth a shot, you figured.

“I’m not eleven.” You barked out. Not exactly the scathing tear down of his delusions that you wanted to give, but you were terrified to overstep.

The smile didn’t leave his face as he sauntered up to you, leaning down a little as he laughed and put a hand on your cheek, “Well, sweetheart, how old are you then?” He kept looking down at you with that sickeningly sweet smile, as if he somehow knew that he had hit the exact nerve that was tearing your mind up.

It was a moment of weakness— so much damn weakness— that lead you to respond petulantly, “W-well- that doesn’t matter! I’m not eleven!” You muttered it through gasps as you tried to hold yourself back from having a full blown panic attack, or as he’d call it, a tantrum, right in front of him.

Seeing your distress, he moved in closer, crouching down to crowd your face completely. You recognised his body language like someone kneeling down next to a lost child, and you could bet he wanted to do the same, but even though he was taller, you were still a full grown adult, you were—

“Ahh, this is why I said we should still wake you up on time,” he muttered, “You always get so cranky when we let you sleep in. Listen, hey, it’s okay.”

He placed his warm hands on your shoulders- a more effective grounding force than you were ready to admit- and pulled you in slightly, still not going for a full hug as he tried to avoid spooking you further.

“I know eleven seems like a big age, but we’re always gonna be here to take care of you, no matter how big you get.” He nuzzled his forehead against yours.

It was a warning wrapped in love and reassurance. Drop it or face the consequences.

Before you could gather yourself, make any move to regain your dignity, his right hand snaked around your shoulders as he crouches and moves his left arm under your legs. You squeak as you realise you’re being swept up off your feet, your own arms surging around Baa-nie for comfort as your whole world was tilted on its axis.

It was better to play along at this point, you couldn’t help that the chocolate smelled really good.

~~~

I’ll try and write a part two tomorrow! I really wanted to post this cause it felt really good to shake the rust off!

[sna1llo]

exhausted.

short blurb based on a shifting experience! nothing romantic in this one, but it does mention reader having a girlfriend. this is pretty much a vent for my annoying ass lab partners.

warnings: reader referred to as “y/n” a few times. not capitalized on purpose, i couldn’t be bothered. wholesome!!!! PLATONIC. viktor is reader’s brother. maybe definetly foul language.

playlist!

over. and. over. that’s how often the three of them have tried the same. goddamn. problem. oh, this didn’t work? let’s tweak this one ITTY BITTY, INSIGNIFICANT part. that fucked up the whole equation. jayce is threatening to kill himself, viktor’s telling him to do a flip. y/n is whining and complaining about going home so late, and how their girlfriend is going to kill them.

“vik, when the fuck are we going HOME? my head is THROBBING,” y/n groaned, rubbing their face. they’ve had three and a half cups of coffee. they’re running on caffeine and spite.

“shut the hell up, you don’t know pain,” viktor rebutted, hobbling over with half his body weight on his cane.

jayce was dozing off, which was a big no-no. viktor hit him with his cane and turned up the volume of the hyperpop playing over the speakers.

y/n walked over and turned off the song.

“turn that back on, it’s keeping me awake!” viktor complained, hitting the power button.

y/n hit the power button almost immediately. “no. not ONCE have i been able to have peace and quiet with you.”

“shut UPPPP,” jayce whined. viktor and y/n looked at one another before continuing their bickering. “guys, please get back to work,” jayce sighed.

“i’m gonna kill him,” y/n said to viktor.

“promise?” viktor replied.

“vik, what the fuck?” jayce exclaimed.

[bitchface24-7]

Masterlist

Created: 01/13/2025

Updated: 03/21/2025

🔞 - Smut, 👀 - Suggestive, ☁️- Fluff,

😢- Angst

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Jayvik x Reader

Thank God for Jayce Talis - 👀

Thank God for Jayce Talis PT 2 - ☁️

Smash - 👀

My Heros - ☁️

We Already Make Three - ☁️😢

Malicious Compliance - 🔞

Pleasant Compliance ^PT2 - ☁️🔞

The Realm's Delight - 👀

My Muses - ☁️

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned - 🔞

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned PT 2 - 🔞

Order Up! - 👀

The Harbinger of Chaos - 😢x2 ☁️

Green Eyed - 👀☁️

The One’s That Got Away - 😢☁️

Their Little Song Bird - ☁️

Beauty Is Subjective - ☁️😢👀

Showered in Love - ☁️

Black Cats and Their Golden Retriever - ☁️

We’re Here For You - ☁️

It’s Time to Choose - 😢

The Choice is no Longer Yours ^PT2 - ☁️😢

All Nighter - ☁️

Waiting For You… - 😢

Oops… - ☁️

Oops We Did It Again! - ☁️

We’re Here For You - ☁️

Haters Gonna Hate - 😢☁️👀

Your Special Day - ☁️

A Small Change - ☁️

The Way to a Mans Heart - ☁️

Hidden Genius - ☁️

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - 🔞

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Viktor x Reader

The Seductive Professor Viktor - 👀🔞

The Seductive Professor Viktor PT 2 - 👀🔞

Coyote Ugly - 🔞

This Sucks… - ☁️

Psst Psst Psst - 😢☁️

Beautiful Boy - ☁️ (PLATONIC! You’re his bio mum in this, but there’s Jayvik. I had no idea where to put this 😭)

Are You Sure About That? - 🔞

Succubus - 👀

Succubus PT2 - 🔞

4AM Uncertainty - 😢☁️

He's a What?! - 👀

His Concubine(S) - 👀☁️

You Belong To Me - 👀

Do I Like This? No. Maybe…? Yes! - 🔞

My Loves - ☁️👀

Euphoria in Dysphoria (FTM R) - ☁️

The Perverted Gentleman - 👀

Your Fallen Angel - 😢☁️🔞

The Last Hope - 😢👀

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Jayce x Reader

The Gorgeous Professor Talis - 👀🔞

I Like the Beard... - 👀😢

I'm Right Here, See? - ☁️😢

This Sucks… - ☁️

Sugar & Spice - 🔞

I Am Yours (You Are Mine) - 👀

Daddy’s Home - ☁️🔞

Burns - ☁️

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Caitlyn x Reader

The Lovely Rebound - 😢☁️🔞

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Silco x Reader

Your Dad’s Kinda Hot… - 👀

His Kinks - 👀🔞

The Queen of Zaun - 🔞😢

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Skyvik x Reader

I've Got Two Hands For A Reason - 😢🔞

He’s a Man, Use it Against Him - 🔞

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HEADCANONS

Accidentally Turning Them On - Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko - 🔞

[a99jazzybean]

me again hello, shameless public ask this time😛

but i was wondering if you could write a jayvik x reader birthday fic where it’s the readers birthday! fluff and/or smut, whatever you like!

inspired by the fact it’s my birthday today and i’m painfully single </3

Happy Happy Birthday! I hope you like this!

Birthday Special

synop: As you yearn for Jayce and Viktor, you don't realize the men feel the same way towards you. You're ready to spend your birthday single once more, but the men have other plans for you.

words: 5.1K

includes: jayvikxfemale!reader, alcohol use, smut, threesome, fluff, birthday celebration, overstimulation, creampie

a/n: Happy Birthday to any readers that have one right now, or you can save this story till that date! Also, this is smutty. 18+ readers only!

Happy Birthday! 

The text from your mother was followed by an emoji shooting confetti with a birthday hat. Smiling and chuckling to yourself, you tucked your phone back into your pocket. You were sure a phone call would soon accompany the text, but your mother always wanted to be “in with the times.” Though she typically ended up at least 5 years in the past, but it was endearing. 

As you made your way home, you wondered if either of your roommates even remembered the day. While you had been friends for a long while now, Jayce and Viktor could both get too into their heads to remember the concept of time. The issue caused quite the spat between the two on Jayce’s birthday. You remembered the slowly increasing volume of their dispute in the kitchen after Jayce had baked himself a cake just to spite Viktor.

“How many times must I apologize for you to understand I’m truly sorry?” Viktor asked exasperated. 

Jayce was turned away from the man, icing the now cooled cake. Writing a sloppy “Happy Birthday” for himself. 

“You said it was a trivial date.” He huffed, dotting the eyes with a deep red icing. 

His eyes flitted to Viktor’s slumped over figure. The man wallowed in his defeat, not knowing how to return to Jayce’s good graces. 

While it was a bit amusing watching them bicker like an old couple, you could tell Viktor was at a loss. Jayce was easy enough to please, but Viktor often was stumped when his partner got in a “mood.” Taking it upon yourself, you walked over to aid Viktor in easing the ever growing tension.

“You gotta sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.” You nudged him in the ribs. 

“I am not doing that.” Viktor spat out, as if you had wounded him. 

Shrugging your shoulders, you pointedly looked over at Jayce. The man’s large frame sagging with a sad sigh. 

Rubbing a hand down his face Viktor realized you were right. If he wanted to make the man feel better about his slight forgetfulness, he would have to go through with your idea. 

He grabbed your hand, making you jump. 

“You’ve got to sing it with me.” He said softly, amber eyes pleading with yours. 

Nodding emphatically, you cleared your throat. Readying yourself to screech out a lovely rendition of the classic song of celebration. 

Both you and Viktor squeaked out the song, watching as Jayce’s lips curled into a wide smile. 

“Happy Birthday to you!” You pointed at Jayce, who laughed at your dramatics. 

Pulling both of you in, Jayce squished you in a deep bear hug.

“Alright, V, you are forgiven.” He pulled back to look at you. “Better thank our girl, otherwise you would still be in the doghouse.” 

Our girl. A phrase that the two had been using for quite some time now, even before you had begun sharing an apartment together. Though it was nothing more than a platonic claim of your friendship, it still made you warm and fuzzy inside. Oh how you wished it could mean more. 

“Of course. Thank you.” Viktor said to you, body still pressed close to you in Jayce’s embrace. 

Shaking your head, you laughed at the memory. Part of you was hoping that something was waiting for you at home, but you weren’t going to keep your hopes too high.

As you pushed in, you were met with the giant of a man pulling you into one of his embraces. Strong arms keeping you locked in a bear hug as he nuzzled your hair lovingly. 

“Happy Birthday!” He said, pulling back to look you in the eye.

You couldn’t help but giggle and smile at his antics, a small blush dusting your cheeks at the intimacy of his actions. 

“Thanks, Jayce! I didn’t realize you remembered.” At that Jayce’s smile fell. 

“You don’t think I’d remember our girl’s birthday? I would think we’re closer than that.” His voice was slightly disappointed.

“No, that’s not it at all,” you attempted to reverse this emotional switch. “It’s just, I’m not that special to remember that kind of mundane stuff.” His frown deepened.

Wrong answer. You cringed inwardly.

“Viktor might not.” He shot the man a pointed look, then turned back to you still wrapped in his arms. “But I would never. You are special to me.” He booped your nose affectionately. 

“I do hope you’re not suggesting that I do not find her special?” Viktor asked. 

He sat at the kitchen island, hand on his chin. Looking at the two of you expectantly. Opening his arms, he offered a hug of his own. 

Jayce reluctantly allowed you to pull away from his embrace and you walked over to give Viktor a hug. His thin arms pulling you into a surprisingly strong embrace. He huffed with amusement against your shoulder as you squeezed him back. 

“Happy Birthday,” he took a look at you, eyes sparkling with admiration. Platonic, of course. “You are special to both of us, I hope you know that.”

That had you blushing. Nodding sheepishly, you pulled out of the hug.

“Well thank you, both of you.” 

Jayce pulled you back into another hug. Very typical of your touchy-feely friend, but you didn’t mind. Not when it gave you an excuse to be held by him. 

“So birthday girl, got any plans?” He asked giddily. 

Shrugging, you shook your head. You assumed you would likely just go out with some of your friends, grab some dinner and a beer and call it a day. 

“Not really. I know Ekko had mentioned taking me out for a drink, but otherwise I haven’t made plans.” 

“Mind if we join you?” Viktor asked. 

“I don’t even know if —” As if hearing you, your phone buzzed with a text.

Ekko: Still on for drinks tonight? Jinx said she could come, and REALLY wants to get you shots. 

“Nevermind, guess plans have been made.” 

“Great, where are we going?” Jayce leaned over your shoulder to watch you type.

“Why must you always drape yourself over me?” You teased. 

“Gotta stay close to my girl.” He chuckled and nudged you, noting the red blooming on your face.

“Uhuh…” 

You: Sounds good, where at? And what time?

Ekko: Last Drop? Jinx gets free drinks there. 

You: So I’m getting shots for free? How generous. 

Ekko: We’ll see you at 10. :p 

The Last Drop was fairly busy when you entered the bar. Faint rock music was playing over speakers in the bar, with most of the lyrics drowned out by the drone of conversation. As you made your way between squished bodies, you caught the familiar sight of bright white hair accompanied by blue space buns. Waving, you caught the couple’s attention. Spotting you, Jinx bounded over and squeezed you in a tight hug. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” She exclaimed. 

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you hugged her back. 

“Can you guys stop calling me that? Makes me feel like I’m five.” 

“Is that not what you are?” Viktor chimed in from behind you. “The birthday girl, that is. Not a five-year old.”

“Oh, thank you for clarification, V.” You huffed an airy chuckle. 

“Of course.” 

Jinx’s smile widened as she noticed the men accompanying you. She wrapped an arm around your neck, and pulled your cheek against hers. 

“I see you brought your boyfriends.” She chided. 

Pushing away, you rolled your eyes again. If they kept this up, they’d probably roll out of your skull. 

“Friends, Jinx, friends.” You corrected, not noticing the shared look of disappointment on Jayce and Viktor’s faces. 

They had been trying, really trying to make you see them in a different light. One that involved being romantically involved with them. While they were officially together, they hoped that you would be interested in them as well. Especially after the years of knowing each other. Alas, you were either too oblivious to notice their yearning, or you didn’t feel the same. Viktor had a feeling it was the former.

As subtle as you had tried to be, you occasionally failed spectacularly. Often staring at the men longingly for too long, making them catch you in the act. Leaving you wide eyed, flustered, and blushing. Attempting to hide your true feelings with a stuttered excuse of some variety. 

“Did you get a new haircut?” Or, “That’s a nice shirt,” or Viktor’s favorite. “Have you noticed how cool the kitchen light looks on you?” Yeah, that one was pretty bad. 

Perhaps things could change tonight.

“Well, regardless of what you guys are,” Jinx waggled a finger between the three of you, “you are too sober to be celebrating your day of birth correctly.”

“Get pushed out of the womb one time, and you deal with forced celebrations for an eternity.” You smirked at Jinx.

“Oh boo hoo. And I’ll have you know I was cut out of my mother’s womb. She said I was a fat baby.” Looking over Jinx, you shook your head in wonder.

“I find that very hard to believe.” You said, pointedly looking over her skinny frame.

“She’s filled out properly, right?” Ekko had joined your group, looping an arm around Jinx’s waist. 

“Nice of you to join us.” She chided him.

“Hey! You made it sound like you were bringing them to the bar.”

“I am!” She pulled away from him. “Now, I need some shots!” 

“What do we say when we want something?” A gruff voice asked from behind the bar.

A large hairy man was manning the space, skillfully mixing and refilling drinks like it was second nature. Though it probably was, owning a bar for decades would do that to you.

“Ah, there’s the birthday girl!” Vander exclaimed, a warm smile on his face. 

“Again with the ‘birthday girl’.” You dramatically groaned. 

“I’m sure you’ll live,” He slid over a few shot glasses. “Now, it’s time to celebrate!” He encouraged your group to down the shots. 

As fast as possible, you downed the drink. Cake flavored vodka, of course. 

“Whoo! Let’s go birthday girl!” Jinx cheered.

“Jinx…” Vander warned. “Remember what I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be responsible. Besides, she’s like an old woman.” Jinx turned to you. “What time do you normally go to bed, again?” 

“Eight or nine?”

“See, old woman.” She shook her head giving you a fake look of disappointment. “And you’ve aged even more today! What are you, 75?” 

“I think she’s 80!” Jayce chimed in.

“Ugh, you guys are the worst!” You groaned.

“And you love us anyways.” Jayce wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you into his side and giving you a loving jostle.

“Yeah…” You looked down, afraid he would see the blush growing on your face. 

Jinx caught the sheepish action, a devilish smirk on her lips. 

“What are you plotting?” Ekko questioned. He knew she could occasionally be a bit volatile, and did not wish for your night to be ruined by one of her schemes. 

“Just gonna give her a push to actually act for once.” She eyed the way you were speaking with Jayce and Viktor now.

Jayce still had you in a hold around your waist, while you had your hand on Viktor’s arm. Thumb tracing circles on his wrist. You all certainly looked like you belonged together, but Jinx knew that you would never act on it. Lest you be utterly rejected and embarrassed at even the thought of asking them out. You could never.

“So, anyone else joining us tonight?” Jinx asked, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Not that I know of.” You shrugged, turning back to the bar to order a beer. After getting your drink, you turned back to her. “Unless you’ve invited someone else?” You raised a questioning brow. 

“Nope. Just us tonight I guess.” She smiled wide. “But you’re sure no one else is coming?” She pressed.

“I’m sure. Are you sure you didn’t invite someone else?” 

She sighed, slumping against Ekko with a pout. 

“I just thought maybe you had a date for once. Alas, another birthday come and gone without a lover for our dear friend.” 

You didn’t notice the way the men beside you stiffened up at her words. The two watched your reaction. Seeing your face grow red with embarrassment. 

Grumbling to yourself, you tried to find some sort of retort. 

“I’m not really looking for anything right now.” Was the best you could come up with. 

You sipped on your beer, hoping this conversation would end quickly. 

“You sure?” She pressed, looking between Viktor and Jayce. Doing her best to indicated your interest in the men with her eyes. 

All they noticed was the woman giving them a wide-eyed stare. 

“Yes, Jinx I’m sure.” Hmm, she would have to try a different approach. 

“Well, maybe we could help you…” She glanced over the bar as if she was looking for someone. “Perhaps the perfect partner is right here…” She trailed, catching your reaction in her peripheral. 

“No!” You said too loudly, then realized Jayce had joined you. 

His hazel eyes wide, almost anxious looking. He realized what he had said and straightened himself out. However, you were now concerned. Brows furrowed, you confronted the man.

“Why did you say ‘no’?” 

Shit, Jayce didn’t know how he was getting out of this one. If he revealed his true feelings, how would you respond. There was also Viktor to think about. The man watched Jayce frantically think, unable to aid him. 

“Uh, I, uh, I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Right…” You didn’t believe him. That man had a very hard time lying, especially to those close to him.

“I could…” He chewed on his tongue as he thought. “I could help you find someone, if you want.” Yeah, that was a bad move too. It stung, and he could see it in your eyes. Beside him, Viktor shook his head. Leave it to Jayce to awkwardly maneuver a conversation somewhere he wished it would never go.

“I don’t want to find someone.” You said lowly.

“Okay.” Jayce said quietly, afraid to disappoint you once again. 

��I need some air.” You croaked out, feeling the sting of tears growing in your eyes. 

Pushing past them, you made your way to the front door. 

“Shit.” Jayce hissed out.

“You’re an idiot.” Viktor said, then he turned to Jinx with a stern look. “And you shouldn’t be instigating.” With that, he picked up his cane. Doing his best to maneuver around people to reach the front door. 

Outside, you were leaning against the brick exterior of the bar. Squeezing your eyes and hands, trying to calm yourself down. Overwhelmed was an understatement.

Damn Jinx. You knew she was just trying to push you to talk to your roommates about your true feelings, but she went about it horribly. Though, that shouldn’t surprise you. The woman was quite the wildcard. 

Oh well, you’d just have to calm yourself down, and enjoy the rest of the night. Ensuring that the topic of your love life would stay out of people’s mouths. You did not wish for Jayce to try and offer his assistance again, especially since you wanted him. Obviously he did not feel the same. Why try and assist otherwise?

The sound of the bar’s front door opening pulled your attention back into the real world. Stepping outside was Viktor. The man watching you expectantly. He made his way to you, leaning his shoulder against the wall. 

He reached for your face, gripping your chin and turning your head. Checking to see if the tears he had seen developing in your eyes had fallen. It appeared they hadn’t, though you were still teary eyed. 

“Care to talk about that?” He asked, referring to the way you stormed out.

“Not particularly.” You slunk into yourself.

“So be it.” He let out a long breath through his nose. “Jayce can be…” He clicked his tongue trying to find the right words. “A dumbass, sometimes.” 

You chuckled. 

“No, he’s extremely smart. Both of you.”

“Let me rephrase that. A dumbass when it comes to matters of the heart. He’s impulsive.” 

You raised a brow at Viktor.

“Matters of the heart?”

“Don’t be daft.” He smirked at you. The dim light from a street lamp glinting off his gold irises, a teasing glimmer winked at you. “It’s unbecoming of you.” 

“I-I don’t understand.” 

He sighed, a low amused breath. His head hung down in contemplation. That smirk still playing on his lips. When he turned back to you, you sucked in a sharp breath.

Those amber eyes dark with want. He brought his hand back to your chin, lifting your face to stay looking at him. Your eyes flitted to his lips, then his eyes. 

Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own. Your eyes widened, then fluttered shut. You pressed yourself against him, then your eyes shot open. Pushing him away you shook your head. He gave you a confused look.

“We can’t do this, not to Jayce.”

He chuckled. Now it was your turn to look confused.

“Oh you sweet, sweet thing. Jayce wants this too.” 

Oh. 

“Okay.”

“May I continue?” 

You nodded, pressing back against him. Lips finding each other once more. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, then pressed into your gasping mouth. The lingering taste of vodka was on his tongue. Sighing you pressed on, hands curling in his chestnut locks. With a light tug, you had the man groaning. When you pulled away for a breath, he chased after your lips. Only allowing you a gulp of air. As if he needed to keep kissing you. You surely needed it, you hadn’t realized how badly until now. 

“Hey, is everything… alright?” Jayce burst out the door, then paused as he caught you and Viktor. 

At first you were concerned that Viktor had lied as Jayce stared at you with wide eyes. Then his face softened with a smile. 

“Started the fun without me, huh?” He chuckled, looking over you two. 

Limbs still tangled together, breathing labored. Viktor’s lips quirked into a smirk. He waved Jayce over to join you.

“So you too?” You asked Jayce, pulling yourself off of Viktor.

“Me too.” He raised a brow. “Why do you think we call you ‘our girl’?” 

Looking down, you blushed. Trailing your foot around sheepishly, you mumbled.

“I just thought you were just being a close friend.” 

Both him and Viktor let out laughs. Jayce clapped a hand on his forehead in awe.

“Wow, you really are oblivious.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” Viktor trailed. “More like ignorant.”

“That’s not much better.” You crossed your arms with a pout.

“Ignorance in the sense that you are aware of what is happening, you just choose not to see it.” 

“Still not making me feel better.” 

“Then what would?” Viktor asked, that teasing glint back in his eye. 

“I think I know.” Jayce said as he reached for you. 

Pulling you into his strong embrace, then lifting your face like Viktor had. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. His hand curling into your hair. He groaned as your tongue tangled with his, the grip he had on your waist tightening. 

The man beside you two cleared his throat, pulling your attention toward him. 

“Perhaps we should take this home?” He motioned in the direction of your apartment. 

“Yes please.” You said, heart fluttering. 

As you walked away, Jinx and Ekko peeked out the door. She high fived Ekko, laughing maniacally. 

“Ha, ha! I did it!” 

Ekko shook his head with an amused smirk. 

“You sure did.”

As soon as you made it into your apartment the men’s hands were on you. Their soft touches making you giggle in bliss.

“Eager, are we?” You teased.

“You have no idea.” Jayce said before capturing your lips with his. 

Viktor’s lips attached to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses up the column of your throat. 

“What would you like for us to do, birthday girl?” He asked when he reached your ear. His heated breath against your neck made you shiver. 

Pausing, you realized you didn’t know. In fact, you hadn’t ever imagined you would get this far. Especially not with the both of them. 

“Uh, I don’t really know. Sorry.” You looked down sheepishly.

Viktor tsked you, lifting your chin to face him.

“No need to apologize. We’ll take care of you.” He locked eyes with the man behind you. “Won’t we, Jayce.” 

“Of course.” He responded, placing a soft kiss against your cheek. 

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” Viktor smirked as you and Jayce nodded enthusiastically. 

Once in the bedroom, Jayce began stripping you down. Leaving you the only one bare, they appraised your body. Lust darkening their gazes as their eyes trailed over every part of you. Quite the treat to look at. 

“You’re beautiful.” Jayce returned to your side, kissing and sucking your neck. 

“You certainly are.” Viktor chimed in as he began stripping down. 

He left his boxers on, leaving you with the view of his cock straining against the fabric. 

Jayce followed suit, leaving only his boxers on. 

The sight of them almost naked had your mouth watering. 

Jayce guided you to the bed. Viktor sat on the edge, legs spread. He pulled you to sit against his chest. Long fingers trailed over your body, making you shiver. They pinched at your sensitive nipples causing you to whimper. His fingers continued moving over you, sliding down your stomach. Just as he reached where you wished for his fingers to be, he paused. Tapping just over your heated and wet core. 

“So sensitive.” He whispered against your throat, kissing a sweet spot behind your ear. 

Slowly, his fingers dipped down. One circling your clit, making your hips jolt. 

“Ah! Viktor!” 

He chuckled, continuing to touch you. 

Jayce kneeled in front of you. Honeyed eyes drinking in all of your reactions, loving the way Viktor had you twitching and moaning. As his eyes trailed lower, he groaned. The sight of your glistening pussy, already soaked as Viktor played with you. 

“Think I should make her cum like this?” He asked Jayce. The low timbre of his voice making you shake. 

He knew you were already getting close. With the way your lower abdomen was flexing, the sharpness of your breaths, the continual moans spilling out of your mouth. Any moment you would snap. 

Snap you did. Gripping Viktor’s thighs for some way to ground yourself as you shook. Your release squirting out of you as you came harder than you ever had. Seemingly pent up, going all that time with only yourself as your aid. 

Coming down, you took in deep labored breaths. Not noticing the man below you shuffle between your thighs. Thick fingers slid through your wet folds, causing you to cry out with oversensitivity.

“Fuck, so wet.” He stared at you in awe. 

“And she squirted. Such a good girl for us.” Viktor kissed up your neck. 

“Our girl.” Jayce said, placing a kiss on your thigh. 

Viktor spread your folds for Jayce.

“Why don’t you get a taste?”

The man dived in, strong tongue lapping away at your folds. A starved man, groaning at your taste. Heaven, one that he would gladly drown in if he could. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he continued his ministrations. Whimpers and moans continued to spill out of you as Jayce ate you out with fervor. 

Viktor felt every jolt of your body against his. Your ass occasionally brushing up against his hard cock. He ground himself against you for some relief, groaning as he shivered with pleasure. 

Jayce’s tongue focused on your clit, as he brought his fingers to the entrance of your pussy. Thick digits pressing in and curling on that spongy sweet spot inside. His movements making your thighs shake as you cried out. He moaned against you at your sounds. Neglected cock twitching with anticipation in his boxers. 

“She’s close again.” Viktor said.

He was right. The knot in your core was tightening more and more, ready to snap again. A final focused lap against your clit had you spasming in Viktor’s arms. Your release spraying down Jayce’s chin. The man moaning as he lapped up everything you could give him. Oh, he could taste you for hours. 

When he pulled away, Viktor reached for him. Jayce pressed a heated kiss to his lips. Viktor groaned at your lingering taste on his lips. Something he would enjoy for himself later, but there were more pressing matters at hand. 

He softly lifted you off of him, then slipped his boxers off. After pushing himself further onto the bed, he beckoned you forward. His hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you down for a kiss. 

“Ride me.” He breathed against your lips.

You nodded. Viktor hummed with satisfaction at the sight of you. Pupils blown wide, breathing hard, with your pussy absolutely dripping. Something he had only dreamed of before. 

You crawled on top of him, sliding your folds along his long length. Moaning as the head of his cock caught the entrance of your pussy. You moaned with Viktor as you slid down his length. Groaning at the full feeling when you bottomed out. Slowly, you began to move up and down. Slick sounds filling the room along with your breathy moans. 

Hot, wet, and tight, Viktor wouldn’t stand a chance against you. His cock already twitching inside, begging to burst. Thankfully, he was a patient man. Wanting you to enjoy every ounce of pleasure possible this night. 

Looking around you, he felt his cock jolt at a different sight. 

“Fuck, look at that.” 

You leaned your head back, then gasped. Fisting his cock was Jayce, his hand following your movements as you rode Viktor. Testing something, you began to move faster. Jayce’s hand followed, moving faster as well. 

“He wants to fuck you so badly, you know?” Viktor said through clenched teeth, doing his best not to cum yet. 

Your pussy clenched at his words. 

“Oh? You want him too, don’t you?” He teased.

“Mhmm!” You moaned out. 

A heat was growing in your belly. Your impending orgasm building up once again. Viktor groaned at the feeling of your soft walls growing tighter around him. It won’t be long now. 

“Cum for me.” 

Your body obeyed. Pussy clamping around Viktor in a vice-like grip. The sparks of pleasure from the new kind of orgasm had you practically sobbing. Viktor followed as you milked his cock. Hot spurts of cum filling you and sliding down his length. He moaned loudly as he twitched within you. Your tight pussy still milking him for all he had. 

When your body released him, he softly pulled you off of him. Groaning as he watched his spend spill out of your quivering pussy and slide down your thighs. The thought of Jayce’s own joining yours had you shivering. 

“Jayce, I think she’s ready for you.” Viktor called for the other man.

Quickly, Jayce joined you on the bed. Taking no time to line himself up with your soaked entrance. Your hips unconsciously lifted to slide along the head of his thick cock, making you cry out. 

“She’s so fucked out.” Jayce said, moreso to himself.

Pushed you down on your stomach, hand on your back. A loud moan left him as he pushed into your heat. You whimpered at the feeling of him filling you. He was big, and so thick. It felt like he was splitting you in the most perfect way. All you could do was take it. 

He began to thrust in and out of you. Warm chest pressed to your back, forcing his cock deeper and deeper within you. Tears of overstimulation pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

Out of nowhere, you felt your climax hit you like a train. Screaming as Jayce continued to pound into you. Each push of his cock made the pleasure last even longer.

“Fuck! You’re already cumming again?” Jayce was in disbelief. 

He raised your limp body, changing the position to fuck up into you. The new angle making a new orgasm build in you. You didn’t know how much more you could take. 

Each press of the head of his cock to your spongy sweet spot. Sobbing as he abused your overstimulated pussy. 

His strong arms held you up as your body was limp from being used so thoroughly. Just one more orgasm, that’s all he needed from you. To feel your tight pretty pussy squeeze him, make him fill you up.

He groaned at the thought, balls tightening with anticipation. 

Around his length he felt your soft walls fluttering and tightening. You were getting close again. 

Just one more.

He reached around, bringing his finger to your clit. Just one swirl around the sensitive bud had you screaming again. Your release sprayed out, coating his cock and your thighs. Choking out a moan, Jayce filled you up again. His hot seed making you moan with satisfaction. 

Pulling out with a groan, he laid you down onto the bed softly. The mix of his and Vitktor’s spend pouring out of you. A sight that had him groaning again. 

He gave a soft kiss to your back, then pulled away to help you clean up. 

When he returned, he found you curled up and shivering with Viktor. He smiled softly before bringing a cloth between your thighs. You continued to shake with each swipe, but Viktor held you close. 

After you had been cleaned up, the men fed you water and Jayce gave you one of his sweaters to put on. 

“That was amazing.” You said, once your voice had returned. 

“I’m glad you think so.” Viktor pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Best birthday ever…” You mumbled sleepily.

“Oh!” Jayce exclaimed, jumping up from behind you. “Speaking of your birthday!” He wandered out of the room.

Viktor shook his head with amusement. 

When he returned, Jayce had presents loaded up in his arms. The sight had you waking up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I hope you didn’t think we would forget your birthday.” Jayce said pressing a quick peck to your lips. 

“Thank you!” You said.

“Don’t thank us till you’ve opened them.” Viktor nudged you with a soft smile. 

You took your time opening the gifts. The boys doing their research, getting you various items that you had once pointed out during a shopping trip, and items that they had a feeling you would enjoy. Their thoughtfulness made you teary eyed. 

“Oh thank you so much! Come here.” You pulled both of them in for a hug, planting kisses all over their faces. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.” Viktor teased.

“For our girl.” 

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Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 10)- Quinacridone Rose

Okay so the people of Ao3 have spoken. This is now a JayVik (and eventually Mel) x reader fic. Still a slow burn so bear with me. Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3

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You had scooted your chair closer when he had beckoned you forward. Almost unknowingly it seems. Why else would your knees rest between his. His long legs have to stretch to make room for you. Viktor’s trying to focus on what Jayce is saying. Your hands are softer than he thought they would be. “Had he thought about that?” Calluses on the inside of both your middle fingers, from holding brushes and pencils he assumes. He had finished cleaning your knuckles a few minutes ago but your hands stayed in his lap, palms down. Warming his knees. He’s been fiddling with a bandage while Jayce goes over the presentation. 

He looks at his friend as his nails flick at the wrapper. Jayce has one hand on your shoulder. It had started rubbing soothing circles when you had winced at the cleaning of the right index. His other hand was holding a paper. Viktor hears Jayce going over the notes with you. With both of you technically. 

“Right Viktor?” Jayce is looking at him expectantly, you are too.

“Uh, yes.” The bandage finally opens. “Right.” He’s lifting up your left hand to wrap it around your index. You turn your hand over without him asking so he can seal the edges. He pretends like it does not take longer than it should, that there isn’t some small part of him that lingers knowing he only has seven more fingers to do. 

 “Jayce does most of the talking. But we will both present to Heimerdinger.”

“As Partners.” Jayce adds. Usually he would squeeze Viktor’s shoulder at that. Given that his hand is on yours, he does it to you instead. You look up at Viktor and then Jayce in response. Smiling tenderly. Like you admired both of them.

“You guys are so sweet together.” Oh. Oh no. He makes a face at that. So does Jayce. Neither of them in disdain, but in shock. It’s Jayce who asks for clarification, pulling his hand from your shoulder.

“Together?” He watches your eyes widen in surprise. Then twinkle with playfulness. Realization.

“Yes, together. Partners who are together all the time. Everyday. Alone. In a lab. For hours and hours on end.” You’re drawing out the words on purpose, a smile twinging all your words sweet. Viktor is pressing a second bandage on your middle finger. He wants to pinch the knuckle as he smoothes the bandage out, repeating the process from the first digit. But your hand is so loose in his. Like you trust him fully. So he doesn’t. What he does do, however, is knock one of your feet with his good leg. You laugh again. “So not together?” 

Had he and Jayce shared a few moments too tender to necessarily call platonic? Maybe. Did either of them really have the time or patience to identify whatever it was? Well it was mostly Viktor for the patience part, but the answer to both is no. Jayce is looking at him, mouth slightly ajar like he’s still confused about your joking. Cheeks burning. They had talked about it once or twice before. Never delving too deep into the conversation. They had affection for each other, yes. A closeness that could be attributed to friendship outside of the lab. But you had been inside of the lab. You had seen many soft and sweet moments. Even joined in on a few that, again, could have been read as simple kindness. It makes Viktor’s cheeks heat too, in realization and in question. He doesn’t want to answer your question or his own. He looks to Jayce again, raising a brow. 

“Not together?” Jayce gives the answer slowly, like he’s not sure of it. Like he doesn’t like it. 

“But not, not together?” Now you seem genuinely curious. And that is somehow worse than your teasing. Jayce is thinking. He knows that whatever he says, Viktor would likely agree with. His crush on Mel was well known between the three of you. Even he knew that. He also can’t imagine a day without Viktor. Although he has spent his nights with other people, students or bar goers, Viktor knows that about him. He and Viktor hadn’t shared a bed past a joint nap. They hadn’t kissed. But they’ve hugged, soothed hands, flirted. 

“Not, not together.” The words repeating. That’s his answer for now. It’s safe, non-committal. One day they may have the time to talk about it if they need to. Viktor hums, not seeming upset with the conclusion. If anything, agreeing with it. He starts wrapping the fourth and final finger of your left hand, neither of your thumbs had been hurt, so he pinches one. You look at him when he does. An apology behind your eyes, but also a smile. 

“Good to know. When the time comes I can include that however you’d like in the painting.” No judgement in your voice. Just more simple observation. Happy to be a part of the conversation. Jayce murmurs a quiet unsure thanks and fiddles with his paper. You can sense his growing discomfort and try to change topics. “So when does Heimerdinger want you guys to present?” A relieved breath. Jayce is putting a hand back on your shoulder at that and continues on about their notes. He even asks you to hand him a paper with your bandaged hand. You oblige, leaning into your chair and looking up at him. 

The column of your throat exposed to Viktor. Again, with these vulnerabilities you kept showing. Intimacies after intimacies. Especially after delving into theirs. It irks him. Your trust. Your curiosity. And it doesn’t. Confusion roiling in the back of his head. He’s lifting your right hand now. Perhaps all of these feelings were just the signs of what he and Jayce had. A peculiar close friendship? No, that wasn’t right. That is not what he would call himself and Jayce. But they were partners, in the lab admittedly, but partners. You were an uncalculated addition. A variable he had not identified or accounted for. When he meets Jayce’s eyes there’s a look he is given. Not a fire, but an ember dancing in hazel eyes. Not anger, not passion, just pleasant small joy. As if Jayce didn’t need all the answers, he just needed things to be okay. And they were.

Viktor looks away to grab at another bandage. His lips upturned in an almost smile. He’s turning his attention back to your fingers. You were so pliant in his hands. Fully relaxed and limp. He could play with your fingers and you’d likely not bat an eye. His own twitch at the thought. “What am I entertaining?” He lets out a slow quiet breath. Now is not the time to be thinking about this, not in front of both of you. There was no time. Yet he fixes up the rest of your fingers, and when he’s done he doesn’t move away from the hold he has on your right hand. You’re still looking at Jayce speak when he asks you to hand him another paper. You look down at the table, leaning forward to grab it when your eyes meet Viktor’s. 

Gently squeezing on his hand in acknowledgement. “Thanks for the patch-up.” You’re so soft. Your skin, your words, your actions. A second thanks you have given him. One that this time, he allows the effort of cataloging the timbre of your voice to take up space within him. You move to stand, pushing the chair back just enough for you to move out from between his knees. He pulls his legs back. Allowing your escape. This time it is Jayce knocking his knees, sitting in your abandoned chair. 

They watch as you brace yourself towards the finished canvas, listening to your satisfied huff once you’ve lifted it up. You brace it against a wall and grab a wide brush that is densely packed with off-white bristles. Your back is to them when you dip it into the light purple gesso, voice bouncing off the wall in front of you when you say, “Keep talking, I’ll listen.” The instrumental that plays in the background continues. Joined by Jayce and Viktor’s musings and the scratch of your brush on canvas. 

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♡Family Series Masterlist ♡

{ Works that are platonic and focus in family relationships. These are SFW / Soft }

JJK

Yuuji and Choso with a OP lil sis Reader HCS

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

💕 -> share the same universe | 💕💜 -> AU of that universe | Different emoji different universe/different storyline |

Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader 💕

Dad!Luci HCS 💕

Various x Kid!Reader💕

Dad!Luci x Kid!Reader x Uncle!Alastor💕

Not the baby! - Various x Kid!Reader💕

I would know | Husk x Child!Reader 🌸

Doggie!! Various x Kid!Reader 💕

The day I got a new uncle! Vox x Kid!Reader💕 Hcs of this part 💕

Baby Baby ~ Original Sins x Kid!Reader 💕

Sleep Walking HCS 💕

Alternative ending + events:

Not in time - Various x Kid!Reader 💕💜

Life in Heaven - Various x Kid!Reader 💕💜

Forget me not? - Various x Kid!Reader 💕💜

Asks:

How Lucifer reacts to you getting hurt💕

Kid!Reader asking about Lilith 💕

Arcane | Same emoji, same universe |

💙 -> VikJayce | 💙💜 -> VikJayce AU

| 💥 -> Jinx |

You what?Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader 💙

Parenting Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader💙

Housing VikJayce x Kid!Reader 💙

AU | 💙💜

JayVik x Kid!Reader 💙💜

Moms | Jinx x Fem!Reader 💥

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Arcane Fanfiction Requests

AO3 ☆彡

Requests are currently : Open!!!

‧₊˚𖦹 ࣪.𓋼𓍊𖤣𖥧‪𖡼‬𖥧𖤣𓍊𓋼. ࣪𖦹˚₊‧

Guidelines

• Include at least the pairings/characters you would like to see as well as a prompt

• Any level of detail is allowed, though the more specific the more likely I am to choose your request

• I have the right to refuse any requests

• Do not expect an immediate response or upload

• Generally sticking to One Shots or Drabbles but may do longer works if I especially like your request

• Fics will exclusively be posted to AO3, but I will link them on my page

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Wills

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢

• Canon Character x F!Reader

• Canon Character x M!Reader

• Canon Character x GN!Reader

• Canon Character x Canon Character

• Romantic, platonic, or familial pairings/groupings

• Crack

• Very light NSFW

• Angst

• Comfort

• Fluff

• Dark/serious subject matter (this will be case by case)

• AUs

• Headcanons

• Polyamorous pairings (including or excluding x reader)

• Honestly, I am open to most requests!

⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣

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Wonts

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢

• Smut

• Adult x Minor ships/pairings

• Incestuous ships/pairings

• Probably more, but that’s the gist

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Characters & Pairings I’m Most Likely To Accept (Others Still Welcomed & Encouraged!)

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• Steb x Reader

• Silco x Reader

• Vander x Reader

• Zaundads (Silco x Vander) x Reader

• Zaundads (Silco x Vander)

• Jayvik x Reader

• Jayvik

• Timebomb (Ekko x Jinx)

• Isha & Jinx

• Silco & Jinx

• Timebomb & Isha

• Sevika & Jinx

• Sevika & Jinx & Isha

Feel free to request any not listed here!

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Thank you ~ !

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[scribbly-artist]

Masterlist

Hello! Here is a little masterlist as I was starting to lose track of what I have written. You can also use the #my writing/#my fanfic tag (and #lunchtime reblog if you want to see what I’m eating, lmao) to find everything I’ve written on this account. :) Every fic is listed with its word count as well as an AO3 link for your reading preferences.

FANFICTION LIST

Arcane

Calling it a Night Part 1 (lee!Viktor x ler!Reader) You and Viktor have been working late at the lab. But you’re concerned for his health after all these late nighters. You’ll pull him away from his work desk by any means necessary.

Calling it a Night Part 2 (lee!Reader x ler!Viktor) You’ve dragged Viktor back to your shared apartment after a long night at the lab. It’s time to unwind with some nice, warm tea on the couch. But, Viktor swore he would get you back from your exchange at the lab. So, he’s feeling a little bit playful.

Too Hard on Yourself (Platonic lee!Reader and ler!Jayce Talis) You’re working on an assigned project at Piltover Academy, and while most of the time you pick up new things quickly, this time, you haven’t. You’re frustrated with yourself, crying at your workbench. However, you old friend Jayce Talis is here to make you feel better.

Persuasion (Jayvik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) It’s always a battle to drag each other away from the lab, even when they were both on the brink of exhaustion. Viktor was being stubborn this time, however, Jayce has a trick up his sleeve that will persuade him.

Gently, Please (Jayvik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce is at a breaking point now that he’s on the council, he wasn’t expecting all of this responsibility put onto him. He goes to the place (and the person) that puts him most at ease.

Lesson Learned (lee!Reader, ler!Silco, ler!Vander) You’ve known Silco and Vander for a long time, you all go way back. They also know you’re a little shit - on purpose. Trouble makes it way back to you.

A Night to Remember (Jayvik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Paint War (Timebomb, lee!Jinx, ler!Ekko) After talking Jinx down so they both didn’t get blown up, Ekko assists Jinx in getting everything ready to help in the big fight. They can’t crash the party looking all cool without some sick paint designs on their outfits though!

Scare the Nightmares Away (lee!Isha, ler!Jinx) Isha has woken up from a scary nightmare and runs to Jinx for comfort. To help Isha calm down, Jinx remembers a story and a tactic Vi used to use when she was Isha’s age.

Golden Opportunity (Jayvik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce and Viktor are building a new Hextech machine. Unfortunately for Jayce, his shirt gets snagged when he attempts to slide out from underneath it. Viktor sees an opportunity to be a menace.

Someone To Take Care Of (lee!Reader, ler!Jayce) You’ve had awful back pain all day at work, and nothing you tried could remedy it. You’ve come home late on top of it. You’ve come home to your partner, Jayce, who wants to help melt your pain away.

Reminisce (lee!Jinx, ler!Vi (and Isha is there too) Vi and Jinx are reflecting on their past life, and their potential new life at the commune. Things can’t be the way they were before, but they could at least try to build something new, right?

Years Worth of Karma (lee!Jayce, ler!Caitlyn) Jayce likes to push Caitlyn’s buttons just to annoy her. He’s been doing this for years now. But what happens when the tables turn?

Warm You, Melt You (lee! and ler! Jayvik) Jayce insisted that he and Viktor should brave the cold and work at the laboratory at the academy today. However, an unexpected snowstorm had them running home. Viktor was a bit grumpy about slipping over on the slick ground and was absolutely freezing, so Jayce wants to make it up to him and warm him back up, one way or another.

Unwrap Your Present (lee! and ler! Jayvik) Viktor has forgotten it’s Valentine’s Day, and hasn’t caught on to the numerous hints Jayce has dropped. Jayce wants his actions to make Viktor realise, not his words. He takes a risk and takes the Hexclaw home with him and some red present tape with a new plan that will send the message across to Viktor for sure. Viktor comes home after a while, and sees a peculiar sight in front of him…

With You in the Dark (lee!Reader, ler!Jayce and Viktor) You were having a really bad day. Nothing you tried seemed to help, it was a pretty awful episode, not uncommon for you. You’ve gone to your two favourite people to help, Viktor and Jayce, and they are happy to listen to your problems and put a smile on your face in return.

Spit it Out (lee!Reader, ler!Ambessa) You’re a new member of the Black Rose… who had just been caught and imprisoned whilst undercover. Deep underground in a Noxus bunker, you haven’t confessed what The Order’s next plans are or their next meeting place despite being interrogated. However, Ambessa will see that you loosen your lips… with a more gentle approach.

Crush Crush/Blush Blush/Hush Hush (Sad Panda Studios)

In Love with All of You (lee!Reader x ler!Eli Kawase) Eli Kawase has opened up to you and told you that he’s a different Eli everyday. You’re fine with that, but are you fine with the way that you present yourself? The thoughts rear their head on your third date, you get a little bit upset, but Eli is there to help.

Early to Rise (lee!Reader x ler!Haru) Haru is usually the one to cook Sunday breakfast for both of you, but on this morning he was still sound asleep in bed. Halfway through cooking however, Haru sneaks up from behind to admire your work. He also wants to mess with you just a little bit.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

Episode 0: Pacify the Night Terrors (lee!Andrew, ler!Ashley) Nightmares of a traumatic ‘accident’ that the Graves siblings caused years ago still plague Andrew’s sleep. He goes to his sister for comfort, as she’s the only one who can calm him down. However, Ashley makes a discovery: Andrew’s still as ticklish as he was as a kid.

Helluva Boss

Making Things Right (Stolitz, lee!Stolas x ler!Blitz) Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Persona Series

Dorm Antics (Persona 3, lee!Junpei and ler!Yukari) When Yukari comes back to the dorm, she notices the shopping bag she dropped off earlier near the front door missing. Junpei was the only one here, so he must have hidden it just to mess with her. Yukari will find out where he hid it, even if she has to force an answer out of him.

What You Get (Persona 5, ler!Reader and lee!Ryuji, lee!Reader and ler!Ryuji) Getting to finally spend a little bit of time with your favourite blond friend, you somehow managed to push one too many of Ryuji’s buttons. You totally deserved it.

Steins;Gate

Noisy Times in the Lab (lee!Makise Kurisu and ler!Okabe Rintaro feat. Shiina Mayuri) Mayuri has made a scientific discovery about Kurisu that piques the interest of the resident mad scientist.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Are You Smiling? (lee!Pomni, ler!Jax) Jax doesn’t want to talk about what happened at his employee evaluation… but at least he can make sure Pomni doesn’t suffer the same fate. Kind of.

Original Characters/OCs

So You Can Laugh Nathan and Kathleen have been together for quite a while now, but Nathan has never seen Kathleen let loose and laugh, let alone smile often. He wants to see his love smile, so he wants to achieve this in any way he can.

Lazy Sunday Kathleen giving Nathan a nice scalp massage on the couch leads her to finding something adorable about her boyfriend.

HEADCANON LIST

Arcane

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Vander and Silco Tickle Headcanons

A Few Arcane Tickle Headcanons (mixed characters)

Jinx Tickle Headcanons

Sevika Tickle Headcanons

Isha Tickle Headcanons

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Edward Elric Tickle Headcanons

Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa Tickle Headcanons

Ryuji Sakamoto Tickle Headcanons

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ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ/ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ-ɪꜱʜ ||

6776 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄɪᴇꜱ, ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ (ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

JAYCE

The Academy halls hummed with quiet energy, the rhythmic murmur of voices mingling with the distant hum of machinery and the occasional metallic clink of tools. Y/N moved purposefully through the corridors, her arms cradling an eclectic collection of blueprints, sketches, and notes. The crisp parchment edges tickled her fingers, and the faint scent of ink and graphite followed her like a familiar companion. As she passed by bustling classrooms and open workspaces, a few students glanced her way, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity—Y/N Talis, wife of Jayce Talis, the formidable engineer and brilliant mind in her own right, always left an impression.

She turned the final corner leading to Jayce's lab, her heels clicking against the polished floors with a measured precision. Through the large glass window of the door, she spotted him instantly. Jayce’s broad shoulders were hunched slightly as he leaned over his workstation, gesturing animatedly with a spanner in hand. His deep, confident voice carried faintly through the barrier, underscored by his natural charisma. Opposite him stood a young woman, her bright eyes locked on him as though he were the sun, her posture leaning just enough to blur the line between attentive and overly familiar.

The girl’s hand rested lightly on Jayce’s arm, her laughter too airy, her smile too wide. Y/N’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. She recognised the type—the overeager assistant or ambitious student hoping for a little more than professional mentorship. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen someone vying for Jayce’s attention, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. But jealousy wasn’t in her nature, not when she trusted Jayce with everything she had. Instead, she found the situation mildly amusing, like watching a play unfold where the ending was already written.

Shifting the weight of the documents in her arms, Y/N stepped forward, nudging the door open with her hip. The quiet creak of the hinges was enough to break the conversation inside.

“Jayce,” she called, her voice smooth and warm, yet with an undeniable edge of authority that filled the space effortlessly.

Jayce’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his expression shifting from focused concentration to unabashed delight. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like a man seeing the love of his life walk into the room—which, of course, she was. “Perfect timing. I was just talking about the diagrams you’re carrying.”

The young woman stiffened slightly, her hand withdrawing from Jayce’s arm as though burned. Her eyes flickered to Y/N, quickly assessing her presence. Y/N stepped into the lab fully, her movements confident and unhurried, and placed the stack of blueprints and notes onto the table nearest Jayce. She dusted off her hands and turned towards him, her lips curving into a soft, genuine smile.

“Got everything you asked for,” she said casually, though there was an unmistakable tenderness in her tone. Without hesitation, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a deliberate kiss to his lips, her hand brushing his jawline gently.

Jayce responded instantly, his free hand instinctively finding the small of her back. The kiss was brief but unmissable, a silent declaration to anyone watching that Y/N was his and he was hers. When they parted, Jayce’s eyes lingered on her face, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “You’re a lifesaver, love,” he murmured, his tone dripping with affection.

Y/N’s gaze shifted to the girl, who now stood awkwardly by the workstation, her posture tense, her smile faltering. “And who’s this?” Y/N asked, her tone polite but laced with an unspoken firmness that immediately established her dominance in the room. “Do you need something?”

The girl blinked, visibly caught off guard. “Oh, um,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I was just... asking Mr Talis about some technical details for my project.”

Jayce nodded, his hand still resting on Y/N’s back as he explained. “She’s working on a research proposal,” he said, his tone easy but entirely professional. “Needed a bit of advice.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her expression remaining kind but unwavering. “Well, you’ve come to the right person,” she said with a faint smile, her eyes locking with the girl’s. “Jayce is brilliant at this sort of thing. He loves helping others.”

Her words were friendly enough, but the subtle shift in her posture—standing closer to Jayce, her hand lightly brushing his arm—spoke volumes. She wasn’t just Jayce’s partner in work; she was his partner in life, and she had no intention of letting anyone forget that.

The girl’s smile grew increasingly strained. She quickly began gathering her notes, her movements rushed and clumsy. “Right... Well, thank you for your time, Mr Talis,” she said, her voice pitched slightly higher than before. “I’ll, um, follow up later if I have more questions.” She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes darting between the couple, before practically fleeing the lab. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing faintly in the now-quiet room.

Jayce let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he turned to Y/N. “You handled that like a pro,” he said, his tone filled with admiration.

Y/N shrugged, leaning into his side with a sly smile. “I trust you,” she said simply. “But if someone’s getting touchy, I’m not going to let them think they have a chance.”

He grinned, his hand moving to cup her cheek as he looked down at her. “Good. Because I’m yours and only yours.”

“Damn right you are,” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She nudged him playfully before turning back to the stack of blueprints. Unrolling one of them, she scanned the intricate diagrams, her brows furrowing slightly. “Now, let’s get back to work. I don’t have time to fend off your fan club all day.”

Jayce laughed, the rich sound filling the lab. “Deal. But for the record, you’re the only admirer I care about.”

Y/N glanced up at him, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. She reached out, brushing her fingers against his. “Good answer,” she murmured with a smirk before refocusing on the blueprint in her hands.

As they settled into their work, the earlier interruption faded into the background, replaced by the quiet, easy rhythm of their partnership. The hum of the lab surrounded them, but nothing could compare to the unspoken understanding and love that passed between them with every shared glance and touch. Together, they were unstoppable.

VIKTOR

The bustling streets of Piltover's marketplace were alive with chatter, laughter, and the vibrant colours of countless stalls. Merchants called out to passers-by, enticing them with promises of rare spices, glittering trinkets, and the finest textiles in the city. Children darted between legs, their laughter ringing out like bells, while the smell of freshly baked bread and roasted chestnuts wafted through the crisp afternoon air.

Y/N walked beside Viktor, her hand brushing his every so often as they strolled. Her humming was soft, barely audible over the noise of the market, but it was enough for Viktor to catch the tune. He smiled to himself, matching his steps with hers as best he could, his cane tapping lightly against the cobblestones with every measured step.

Viktor didn’t often venture into the crowded streets of Piltover. The chaotic energy of the marketplace wasn’t exactly his domain—he preferred the quiet order of his lab. But with Y/N beside him, her boundless curiosity and infectious excitement made the marketplace feel almost magical.

As they wandered further into the maze of stalls, Y/N’s attention flitted from one display to the next. A vendor showcasing intricately carved wooden figurines caught her eye, then another selling jars of honey so golden they seemed to glow in the sunlight. Without even realising it, she drifted a few steps ahead, her gaze fixed on a stall overflowing with brightly coloured fabrics.

Viktor paused, noticing her absence. He turned his head, searching the crowd until he caught a glimpse of her dark hair weaving through the throng. A fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. “Always in her own world,” he murmured, shaking his head affectionately before beginning his careful pursuit.

Y/N, meanwhile, had been drawn to a flower vendor’s stall. The display was stunning—a riot of colours spilling out from buckets and vases, the petals dewy and fragrant. She leaned in to inhale the scent of a bouquet of violets, their delicate purple hues catching the light. The scent was intoxicating, a sweet reminder of open fields and quiet meadows.

“You’ve got a good eye for beauty,” a voice interrupted her reverie. Y/N straightened and turned to find a tall, broad-shouldered man standing beside her, his grin as self-assured as his tone. He gestured toward the violets she’d been admiring. “But they’ve got nothing on you.”

Y/N blinked, caught slightly off guard, but her expression quickly shifted into one of polite friendliness. “Thank you,” she said, her tone light and neutral. “I was just admiring the flowers.”

The man stepped closer, clearly emboldened. “Maybe I could buy you a bouquet? What’s your favourite? Roses? Daffodils?”

Y/N shook her head gently, trying not to sound curt. “That’s kind of you, but I’m just browsing.”

The man didn’t take the hint. “Oh, come on. A pretty woman like you deserves to be spoiled.” His grin widened, his tone oozing smug confidence, as if he were certain she’d melt under his charm.

Before Y/N could respond, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Am I interrupting something?”

She turned to see Viktor standing a few paces away, his golden eyes sharp despite the calm expression on his face. He leaned slightly on his cane, his posture steady and self-assured despite his evident limp.

The stranger frowned, his gaze flicking dismissively over Viktor’s figure, lingering on the brace on his leg and the cane in his hand. “No offence, mate,” the man said, his tone dripping with condescension, “but this doesn’t concern you. Why don’t you hobble off and leave the lady to someone who can actually keep up with her?”

Y/N’s polite smile vanished instantly, replaced by a glare that could have frozen the sun. Before she could speak, Viktor stepped closer, his cane clicking against the stones as he approached.

His eyes met hers for a brief moment, and in that glance, they shared an unspoken understanding—a silent agreement that this man wasn’t worth their time.

Viktor turned his attention back to the stranger, his expression calm but resolute. “I would suggest you leave my wife alone,” he said, his tone measured but carrying a quiet authority that demanded respect.

The stranger blinked, momentarily stunned. “Your wife?” he repeated, disbelief written all over his face.

Viktor didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a few coins, and handed them to the flower vendor. He carefully selected a bouquet of violets—the same ones Y/N had been admiring—and held them out to her, his smile softening.

“For you, moje krásná paní manželka,” he said, his voice warm and tinged with a playful emphasis on the words. (My pretty lady wife)

Y/N’s expression melted into one of pure affection. She took the flowers from him, her smile radiant as she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured, her voice sweet enough to make the stranger’s ears burn.

Viktor offered the man one final glance—polite but firm. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere important to be.”

Without waiting for a response, he extended his free hand to Y/N, who slipped her fingers through his without hesitation. Together, they turned and walked away, leaving the flustered man standing speechless by the flower stall.

As they rejoined the flow of the marketplace, Y/N gave Viktor’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, her voice soft but touched with gratitude.

Viktor chuckled, a quiet sound that rumbled pleasantly in his chest. “Perhaps not,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But I couldn’t let him think he had a chance, could I?”

She laughed, the sound bright and warm as the sun overhead. “My hero,” she said, her smile playful but her eyes shining with sincerity.

Viktor glanced down at her, his golden eyes brimming with affection. “And you,” he said softly, “are worth every flower in Piltover.”

JAYVIK

The grand hall of the gala glittered with opulence, the lights bouncing off the crystalline chandeliers and polished marble floors. A soft murmur of chatter, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses filled the space. Y/N stood off to the side with Viktor, her arm looped casually through his. The pair, along with Mel Medarda, were engaged in polite conversation about recent developments in Piltover politics, though the conversation flowed easily to lighter subjects, like the evening’s extravagant décor.

As Mel’s laughter tapered off, her dark eyes drifted past Y/N and Viktor, honing in on a familiar figure across the room. She smirked knowingly and tilted her glass towards the scene. “Your Jayce appears to be quite the centre of attention tonight.”

Y/N and Viktor turned their heads in unison, their gazes falling on Jayce. The tall inventor stood amidst a small group of men and women, all hanging onto his every word. His confidence was magnetic, and it was clear he was enjoying himself, though the crowd seemed just a bit too interested. Hands brushed his arm, fingers lingered on his shoulder, and laughter bubbled up too freely from his admirers.

Viktor hummed, his lips twitching in mild annoyance. “Like moths to a flame,” he remarked dryly, leaning more heavily on his cane.

Y/N sighed, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Honestly, they’re practically swarming him,” she muttered. She took a sip of her champagne, her grip on the glass tightening. “Do they not see the ring on his finger?”

“Do they care?” Viktor countered, raising a brow. He exchanged a glance with Y/N, both of them clearly on the same page. Jayce might be their husband, but that didn’t mean they were above feeling a twinge of jealousy at the scene before them.

Mel chuckled, an elegant, knowing sound that drew their attention back to her. “Now, now,” she teased, “don’t do anything rash. You’ll only make it more amusing for them.” Her sharp eyes gleamed with mischief as she took a slow sip from her glass. “Besides, we wouldn’t want to start a scene, would we?”

Viktor rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “Rash? Us? Never,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Y/N let out a quiet laugh but folded her arms across her chest, unable to entirely suppress the spark of annoyance. “Maybe I should go remind him that he’s the one who’s supposed to stay by our sides, not entertain every vulture that flutters by.”

“Oh, but you’re far more captivating when you let him sweat a little,” Mel pointed out with a sly grin. “He’s a smart man—he’ll realise soon enough.”

As if sensing their gazes, Jayce glanced over, his broad smile faltering slightly when he caught the looks Y/N and Viktor were sending his way. His admirers seemed not to notice, but Jayce’s shoulders straightened, and he offered them a sheepish smile.

Y/N smirked, raising her glass towards him in a silent toast. Viktor gave a subtle shake of his head, a small but unmistakable warning. Jayce quickly excused himself from the group, weaving through the crowd to join his partners.

When he finally reached them, Jayce rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence a little diminished. “I see you noticed my, uh… predicament.”

Y/N arched a brow. “Predicament? Looked like you were having the time of your life.”

“More like being circled by sharks,” Viktor quipped, though there was no real venom in his tone.

Jayce huffed out a laugh, sliding an arm around both of them. “You know there’s only two people I’d rather spend my time with.”

“Smart answer,” Y/N said, though her tone was laced with affection.

“Very,” Viktor agreed, leaning slightly into Jayce’s side. “But don’t let it happen again.”

Before Jayce could respond, Y/N’s sharp eyes flicked over his shoulder, catching sight of two of his earlier admirers hesitantly making their way towards them. They were still wearing the same overly polite smiles, clearly unwilling to relinquish his attention just yet. Y/N let out a quiet, guttural sound—not quite a growl, but close enough to make Viktor glance at her with an amused expression.

“Oh no,” Viktor murmured under his breath, his lips twitching with humour. “You’re doing the thing again.”

“Let me handle it,” Y/N whispered, her voice dangerously sweet as her eyes tracked the approaching pair. “I’m not in the mood for this nonsense.”

Jayce followed her gaze, his brows knitting together as he realised who was coming. He sighed, stepping slightly in front of his partners in an instinctive gesture of protection. “I’ll—”

“No,” Y/N interrupted firmly, her free hand lightly pressing against his chest. “They’ve had more than enough of your time.”

Mel, observing the exchange, covered her mouth to hide her grin. “I do enjoy seeing you three in action,” she remarked, swirling her champagne. “It’s always so… theatrical.”

Viktor straightened slightly, gripping his cane as if considering stepping in himself. “Let them come,” he said dryly, though his tone held an edge. “I’d like to see how bold they really are.”

As the pair drew closer, Y/N’s glare sharpened into something almost predatory. The intensity of her stare must have registered because they hesitated, exchanged a few murmured words, and quickly retreated back into the crowd.

Jayce let out a relieved laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t realise I’d married such a formidable pair.”

Y/N smirked, lifting her glass in mock toast. “It’s not formidable—it’s called protecting what’s ours.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jayce said, his voice full of warmth as he pulled them both closer.

Mel tilted her head, raising her glass to them. “Now, that is how you command a room without saying a word. Bravo.”

VANDER

Y/N was bustling about the dimly lit chaos of The Last Drop, weaving through the crowd with the practised ease of someone who’d worked the bar for years. The tavern was alive with noise: laughter, shouts, clinking glasses, and the occasional thud of a fist meeting a table in emphasis. The air smelled of spilled ale, sweat, and smoke, but Y/N didn’t mind. She thrived in this environment. She always carried herself with an air of calm grace, even amidst the most chaotic nights, her presence grounding to both the regulars and the staff.

Tonight was no different—at least, not at first. But as the hours ticked by, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. A quick glance confirmed it: a table in the corner, occupied by a group of men who’d been lingering far too long over their drinks, their gazes lingering far too long on her.

She ignored them as best she could, continuing to flit between tables, clearing mugs, taking orders, and flashing her polite smile at every lewd comment thrown her way. It wasn’t uncommon in a place like this, but it didn’t make it any less tiresome. She was used to handling herself, though. She always had been.

Eventually, the inevitable happened. She approached the corner table to clear the growing collection of empty mugs. One of the men, a scruffy fellow with a greasy grin, leaned back in his chair and extended his boot, blocking her path with an exaggerated smirk.

"Well, aren’t you a pretty thing," he slurred, his words thick with drink and arrogance. His eyes roamed over her in a way that made her skin crawl. "Didn’t know The Last Drop hired angels to serve the likes of us."

Y/N kept her expression neutral, though her polite smile remained firmly in place. She expertly sidestepped his boot, bending slightly to collect the mugs without missing a beat. “Just doing my job,” she replied smoothly, her tone calm and professional. “What can I get you?”

The man’s companions chuckled, their laughter carrying the kind of oily smugness that sent a flicker of annoyance through her. She didn’t let it show, focusing instead on scribbling down their order. But one of the men leaned forward, his smirk widening as his eyes caught the glint of her wedding ring.

"That ring of yours, love,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “Bet whoever put it there can’t protect you like we could. Someone like you needs a man who can actually handle himself.” He sat back, clearly pleased with his own bravado, as his companions snickered.

Y/N felt a flicker of irritation, but her smile didn’t falter. She was used to comments like this, and she knew how to brush them off without escalating the situation. Still, she opened her mouth to respond, ready to deliver a cutting yet professional retort—when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

A familiar presence loomed behind her, and a long shadow fell across the table. The men’s chuckles faded as they slowly realised they were no longer the centre of attention. Vander had arrived.

“Is that right?” came his low, gravelly voice, calm but brimming with a quiet menace that sent a chill through the room.

Y/N didn’t even flinch. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile softening slightly at the sight of her husband. Vander stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his imposing figure radiating authority. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on the men at the table.

The scruffy man who had spoken earlier shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his cocky grin faltering. "Just a bit of fun,” he muttered, his bravado evaporating under Vander’s piercing gaze.

“Funny,” Vander said, his tone deceptively calm as he leaned down slightly, resting a large, calloused hand on Y/N’s lower back. “Because it sounded like you were asking for a different kind of lesson.”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and the men exchanged uneasy glances. Y/N, ever composed, placed the tray down on the table with practised ease, her polite smile still firmly in place.

“Well then,” she said cheerfully, her tone light and unconcerned, “your drinks will be out shortly.” Her calm demeanour only seemed to emphasise Vander’s silent warning, and she could feel his hand resting protectively against her back.

Vander straightened, his gaze never leaving the table as he addressed the men one final time. "You’d best remember where you are. And who runs it." His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "You don’t touch what’s mine."

The men muttered hurried apologies, their confidence thoroughly shattered. They couldn’t look anywhere but their table as Y/N turned to continue her work, Vander following close behind her. When they reached the bar, she glanced up at him with a teasing smile, her expression amused.

“Subtle as ever, aren’t you?” she said softly, reaching for a fresh tray of mugs.

Vander huffed a quiet laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned against the bar. His hand brushed hers, a quiet reassurance. “Didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

“I noticed.” She leaned up on her toes, Vander bending down a little, to press a quick kiss to his cheek, her smile warm. “But I’ve got it handled. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s going to try anything now.”

Vander smiled down at her, his hand resting briefly against her cheek before dropping to his side. “Damn right they won’t.”

Despite the earlier tension, the moment between them felt light, easy. Y/N returned to her work with a renewed sense of calm, while Vander lingered near the bar, his protective gaze ensuring no one else even thought about testing their luck.

SILCO

The dim light of Silco's office cast long shadows across the room, the flickering flames of the lamps accentuating his sharp features. He sat at his desk, fingers steepled, eyes narrowed in thought as he spoke with a man from one of the lesser factions in Zaun. Silco's voice was calm, calculated, but there was an edge to it—a clear warning not to waste his time. His presence alone commanded authority, but there was something more palpable in the air. The unspoken understanding that crossing him would be a mistake—one no one would make twice.

And then, there was you.

Leaning languidly against the edge of Silco's desk, you were a vision of confidence, of power masked behind the allure of your smile. Your body was angled just enough to hold the man’s attention, your eyes locked onto his, but always, always dancing over him as if to draw him in. Your lips curled into a sultry smile, soft and inviting, while your fingers traced the smooth surface of the desk, the subtle motion hypnotic, like the flick of a predator’s tail.

You knew exactly what you were doing. Your touch, the slow movements of your hands, they were designed to disarm, to draw attention away from Silco’s calculated threats and promises. The man—poor fool—couldn’t seem to focus on a single word Silco was saying. His eyes darted between you and the dangerous man across the desk, unable to stop himself from being pulled into your orbit. You could practically see his resolve crumbling, his thoughts scrambling as your presence enveloped him.

You leaned forward slightly, close enough to make him tense, your hand brushing lightly across the man’s shoulder. His breath caught, eyes widening as you spoke, your voice a soft, lilting purr that made his chest tighten. "You know," you murmured, the words laced with honeyed temptation, "working with us could benefit you more than you think. I can promise, we make it worth your while."

The man stammered, lost for words as your fingers trailed slowly down the front of his chest. Your touch was delicate but deliberate, each movement designed to toy with him, to make him feel as if he were the only person in the room. His pulse quickened as he tried to compose himself, but you leaned in just enough for your lips to hover close to his ear, the scent of your perfume clouding his mind.

Silco watched all of it, his gaze as cold as steel. His fingers tightened imperceptibly around the edge of his desk, the movement barely noticeable, but his jaw clenched with restraint. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were a black widow—using your beauty, your charm, your body as a weapon, a tool to distract, to ensnare, to get what you wanted. And he couldn't help but admire it, in all its lethal precision. You had always been a master of manipulation, drawing people into your web with ease, your every move calculated to make them underestimate the danger you posed.

It was thrilling, watching you weave your spell, but it was dangerous too. Because while he had seen many fall prey to your charms, seeing your hands on another man, your lips curling with that teasing smile—it stirred something in him that wasn’t just a sharp sense of control, but a possessiveness, an urge to protect what was his, and a frustration that he couldn’t fully contain. It was a feeling that didn’t make sense, one that was far from rational, but it was there nonetheless, simmering beneath the surface.

A flare of jealousy—sharp, immediate—flashed through him.

"Enough," Silco snapped, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip cracking through the air. The man jumped, startled, his eyes shifting between Silco and you, as if trying to gauge his next move. But Silco’s glare was as unforgiving as a blade, and the man was no fool. "Leave. Now."

The man blinked, the fear creeping into his eyes as he quickly gathered himself. His hands fumbled as he straightened his clothes, his voice shaking as he stammered a hasty apology. Silco's gaze, cold and commanding, made it clear there was no room for argument. The man didn’t hesitate; he fled, the door slamming behind him as though it were a final punctuation to his presence in Silco’s domain.

You turned slowly towards Silco, your lips curving into a teasing smile. You could feel the shift in the air, the subtle tension that thickened as you stood before him. Your brow arched, and you tilted your head, a faint, innocent look in your eyes that did little to mask the playfulness beneath. "What?" you asked, your voice lilting, soft as you returned his gaze. "I was just making sure he didn’t get distracted."

Silco’s expression remained unreadable for a moment, but his movements betrayed his inner thoughts. He stood abruptly, stepping around the desk with the calculated grace of a predator, his eyes never leaving yours. He moved with purpose, each step measured, predatory. His presence closed in around you like a tightening noose, and you knew there was no escape from the storm you had stirred.

"What was that, darling?" His voice was low, a growl wrapped in silk, the words heavy with dark intent. He stopped in front of you, his towering presence forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. "Don’t play coy with me."

You shrugged nonchalantly, not an ounce of fear in your posture, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken. "Just helping you seal the deal. He seemed… distracted. I thought a little charm might keep him focused."

He moved suddenly, his hand darting out to grip your chin, not with violence, but with the firm authority that only he could wield. His fingers were like iron around you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You couldn’t look away, caught in the heat of his glare, the raw intensity of his gaze burning through you like a brand. "You think I need your… charm to make people listen to me?" His voice was dangerously soft, but the underlying threat was clear.

You smirked, undeterred, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "Of course not. But it doesn’t hurt to have a little insurance, does it?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, his body pressing into yours as his breath ghosted over your ear. "And what about me, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice dark, thick with a possessiveness you could feel radiating off him. "Watching you touch him, lean into him like that…" His hand moved to the small of your back, fingers splaying out as though claiming you in front of him, as if the very air around you belonged to him. "Do you enjoy testing my patience?"

Your smirk faltered, just slightly. His jealousy was palpable, raw, and it sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You’d never seen him so openly possessive. "I didn’t mean anything by it," you murmured, your voice dropping into something more sincere, more vulnerable. "You know that."

His lips brushed against your ear, the feel of his breath sending a tremor through you. "I do," he said, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. "But I can’t stand the sight of another man’s hands near you—or yours on him." His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him, and the sharp edges of his anger twisted into something more primal. "I think you need a reminder of who you belong to."

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours with a hunger that nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. His kiss was fierce, possessive, claiming, as if he wanted to mark you, to make you remember where you belonged. His hands moved over you, gripping your hips tightly, possessively, as though daring the universe itself to try and take you from him. You melted into the kiss, the heat between you both burning bright and consuming.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, hooded with desire, but beneath that, there was something more—an unspoken command. His voice was a low rasp, filled with a raw edge. "You’re mine, Y/N," he whispered, each word dripping with possessiveness. "And don’t you forget it."

A sly smile crept across your face, despite the heavy weight of his words. You leaned into him, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, and your lips brushed against his ear. "How could I, with the way you remind me?"

His smirk returned, but it was sharper, more dangerous. "Good," he growled, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as though there was no distance he was willing to allow. "Because next time, I won’t be so… patient."

As the air around you thickened with desire, you could feel the undeniable shift in power—you were his, and you always would be. The game had changed. And Silco, in all his quiet, commanding intensity, had reminded you just how much control he had over you, body and soul.

JINX/POWDER

The sun was sinking lower in the sky, casting long shadows over Zaun's rundown streets. The city had always been a place of stark contrasts—grimy and industrial, yet teeming with life, especially in the market district. Y/N sat on an old, weathered bench, legs crossed, her hands resting loosely in her lap as she hummed a soft melody, her gaze distant. The hustle and bustle around her seemed to fade as she focused on the simple pleasure of the moment.

A small cluster of Zaun’s children had gathered around her, forming a loose circle. They were entranced by her calm, collected presence. Her voice, a soft mix of wisdom and warmth, flowed effortlessly as she spoke to them.

“I don’t care if you make mistakes,” she said with a reassuring smile, her eyes flicking between the eager faces of the kids. “We all do. But that’s not what matters. What matters is what you do after. You can keep making the same mistake, or you can learn from it and move forward. What are you gonna do?”

The children’s eyes lit up, hanging on her every word, nodding along as if absorbing each bit of advice like a sponge. Y/N had become their unspoken anchor in this chaotic world, a person they could rely on for more than just survival tips. She gave them hope in a place that had little of it to spare, and they respected her deeply for it. Whether they sought advice on how to stay out of trouble or simply needed someone to listen, Y/N was always there.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden, unmistakable sound of someone shifting through the alleyways, their footsteps quick and light, a telltale sign of someone who wasn’t trying to be discreet. Y/N smiled softly to herself, knowing exactly who it was, even before she looked up.

The familiar rustling of Jinx's footsteps echoed through the air, and sure enough, the moment Y/N’s gaze lifted, she spotted her—her hair a chaotic mess of blue curls, eyes narrowed in a way that meant only one thing: mischief. Jinx’s gaze, however, was fixed firmly on the group of kids gathered around Y/N.

Y/N could practically hear the gears turning in Jinx's head. The older woman could see the sharp lines of irritation appearing across Jinx’s face, her lips curling into an almost predatory smirk. Her eyes—those wild, electric blue eyes—glowed with a certain intensity that made her presence undeniably formidable.

“They’re all over you, huh?” Jinx asked, her voice tinged with an edge of annoyance that only she could mask with that signature grin. “What’s the deal with that? They’re... like... swarming you, and I’m standing here, like, totally ignored.”

Y/N chuckled, her laugh light but full of affection. She turned to meet Jinx’s gaze, watching the younger woman as she crossed her arms over her chest, a sulking pout beginning to form.

“They just look up to me, Jinx,” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one who’s been around longer. They’re kids; they need someone to look to. You know that.”

But before Y/N could say more, Jinx had already taken a step forward, her posture suddenly rigid with determination. Her eyes locked onto the children, who had begun to slowly back away, sensing her unsettling presence. Without a word, Jinx raised a hand, giving them a slow, deliberate glare. It was the kind of look that could freeze anyone in place, a mixture of warning and threat that sent a chill through the air.

The kids, wide-eyed and stiff with fear, began to scatter. One by one, they scurried away, no longer able to stand their ground against the unpredictable force of Jinx. Y/N shook her head with an exasperated but fond smile.

“Jinx,” she called, her voice light, “you really need to stop scaring them off like that.”

Jinx let out a huff, her arms still crossed, and her pout deepened, lips curving into a sulky frown. “They were getting too close to you,” she muttered, her voice quiet but dripping with possessiveness. “They were... I don’t like it when they crowd you like that.”

Y/N rose from the bench, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked over to Jinx. She stood in front of her for a moment, taking in the conflicted expression on Jinx’s face. She could see the underlying vulnerability beneath the tough exterior, and it made her heart soften.

With a gentle touch, Y/N placed her hands on Jinx’s shoulders, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soft and affectionate, “you don’t have to worry about them. They don’t want to take me from you. They look up to me because I’ve been here longer. But you…” She paused, her thumb lightly brushing across Jinx’s cheek, “you’ll always be my little troublemaker. The one who keeps me on my toes.”

Jinx's gaze softened, but she still crossed her arms tighter, looking down at her feet. The faintest hint of insecurity flickered in her eyes, but it quickly vanished as she looked back up at Y/N.

“I don’t want them to take you away from me,” Jinx murmured, her voice smaller now, as if admitting something too fragile to say aloud.

Y/N’s heart melted at the vulnerability in her tone. She leaned down even further, resting her forehead against Jinx’s, her hands cupping the younger woman’s face. “You’ll never lose me, Jinx. Ever,” she said softly, her words a promise. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re stuck with me. Whether you like it or not.”

For a brief moment, Jinx seemed unsure, her gaze darting away as if she couldn’t quite believe it. But then she nodded, a tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Alright,” she said, the confidence returning to her voice. “But if they try again... I’m scaring them all off, and you can’t stop me.”

Y/N’s laughter bubbled up again, and she wrapped her arms around Jinx in a quick, tender hug. “Deal,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “But you know, you don’t have to protect me from the kids. They’re just trying to learn from me.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, but her grin returned, as wild and carefree as ever. “I know, I know. But I don’t trust anyone near you,” she replied, her tone still playful.

Y/N kissed the top of Jinx’s head affectionately, pulling away with a wide grin. “And that’s exactly why I love you, you little mischief-maker.”

Jinx’s eyes sparkled with something that could only be described as pride, and her grin widened. The earlier jealousy had been replaced with a renewed sense of certainty. She was the one Y/N was always going to be there for, and that knowledge settled deep in her chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jinx said with a teasing roll of her eyes. “Just don’t forget it.”

Y/N chuckled again, her heart swelling with affection for the young woman standing beside her. She had no idea what Zaun would throw at them next, but with Jinx at her side, she knew they could handle whatever came their way.

Side by side, the two of them stood in the fading light, ready to face whatever chaos the streets of Zaun had in store for them.

[crippling-characters-addiction]

Masterlist and Info

What I'll write

- fluff/comfort yippee happy happy happy

- suggestive (not full on smut but like yk)

- smut! get as kinky as you'd like in the requests, can't promise I'll be comfy with everything but maybe I'll try it out wink wonk

- angst (I WILL CRY but I'll write it)

- one-shots and drabbles because I lack the motivation to write something in parts (maybe I will one day, idk, let me just up my ADHD meds)

- headcannons (and SFW/NSFW alphabets)

- mainly male characters bc I'm ✨G A Y✨ but if you reaaaaaally want a female character then I'll try my best

- poly relationships also 🫶

- song fics also <3 shh don't judge me, I daydream to music

- crack fics if I manage to be funny </3

- Vampire, Merfolk, Cryptid, etc AUs also rock

- platonic! romantic! sexual! queerplatonic! friends that cuddle and kiss! childhood friends to lovers! enemies to lovers! lovers to enemies! enemies that fuck because they want to kill each other so fucking bad! parent!character and child!reader! fluffy childhood friends! anything is game!! as long as it's not like- pedophilia or rape because I will kill you with my own hands

I'll also only write xreader bc that's my specialty

I won't write fem reader sorry girls/femme aligned peeps </3 (you can still interact I guess but I won't write fem reader)

male reader, gender neutral reader, non binary reader that's all fucking good <3

trans masc reader!!! (I'm trans masc agender)

if you do ask me for a tmasc/gn reader please specify the body type you'd like to have! (top surgery and no bottom surgery, bottom growth, etc)

Characters/fandoms I'm into

Arcane

Viktor (mmmwah mwah mwah baby)

Jayce (can't stop looking at her t- t- t- t- face)

merman!Jayce headcanons (sfw and nsfw, gender neutral reader)

Crowns and Armor (Knight!Jayce x Prince!reader headcanons)

JayVik (poly)

Silco (young or old idc)

Vander (also young or old or even the furry version if you into that)

zaundads/Vanco (poly) (also young or old)

Angel Voice (Vander x Silco x male reader! platonic but flirty)

Salo (I hate him so much I want to fuck him raw)

Scar (my bb </3)

Steb (also my bb </3)

In- [INVINCIBLE] (huh? what was that?)

Mark (UGH he's so FINE why is he straight </3)

William (I love him he's so sassy)

uh other Marks (hehe my favorite is the one with no goggles bc he's a masochist <3 I'll bash your head in bby don't worry)

Rex (hey bby how about you explode my a- NOT LIKE THAT)

The Arcana

Asra (MY BABYYYY MY BABY)

Muriel (also my baby)

Julian (stupid dumb baby)

Nadia (queeeen I love her)

Portia (Portiaaaa yaaaay)

Fictif (Last Legacy)

Felix (babyyy)

Rime (I hate him so much I'll suck his dick)

Sage (OOOH BABY)

Escell (you wanna fuck that old man? so do I)

Lucan (titties?- sorry- tittie? sorry- tittie? sorry)

Florian (I have to fuck both ex husbands-)

Fictif (Movie Romance)

Miguel Bravo (ik I'm also latino but DAMN he's FINE)

Nicky Valentino (mmmm sugar daddy-)

Fictif (Roadkill)

Poe (babyyy)

Fictif (Courting the Crown)

Ryan (Ryan? more like rawr- kill me)

Gwydion (I chose the option to be amazing at archery but I'm actually really shit at it)

Theo (YES yES I'll marry you again)

Fictif (Monster Mannor)

Casimir (I like to bully him cause he's a dumb rich kid <3 and also french)

Rainier (babyyyy you poor baby I will kill that wizard bitch for you my baby)

Yuurivoice

Seth (I wanna be cooowboeh baaaybeh)

Charlie (my rat <3)

Alphonse (hey, all those sweets... what else is sweet, huh?)

Auron (choke meeee *ahem* what? who said that?)

Finn (Finneas?? his head isn't even triangular!)

Bittersweet duo (poly Seth and Alphonse)

Delicious in Dungeon

Laios (stupid HIMBO I love him)

Fictif (Ghosted)

Jesse Rodríguez (I wanted my highschool romance maaan ughh all I got was cheated on </3)

Disclaimers

Remember I am also a person with likes/dislikes and boundaries and you are not my boss so I'll write whenever, however and whatever I want <3

I am eighteen years old (you'll have to trust me I'm not showing ID)! and I'm not gonna tell minors not to interact with my content because number one you'll do so anyway and number two reading porn is not bad or immoral! maybe just don't DM me <3 (which why would you anyway) and if you're gonna request smut do so anonymously for your own safety

Also, I won't judge you for any kinks you might have, even if it's something I'm not comfortable writing (I'll ignore your ask if I don't wanna write it) as long as everything you're into is legal, ethical and consensual I won't throw hands <3

Also also! feel free to just send me random thoughts, I'll simp over characters with you <3

And finally, I'm not a native english speaker but PLEASE if I make a typo or a grammatical/spelling error TELL ME

- Love (and also lust), Yuno

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Before requesting, please read through this entire page! Thank you!

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Fandoms

Marauders Era

Lightning Era

Lord of the Rings

Bridgerton

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

The Bear

Succession

Arcane

The Pitt

Types Of Content I’ll Write

Headcanons

Blurbs (1k words and fewer)

Fics (anything above 1k, but will take longer)

Characters I’ll Write For

Marauders

James Potter

Sirius Black (Marauders and Lightning Era)

Remus Lupin (Marauders and Lightning Era)

The Marauders (Platonic)

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Dorcas Meadowes

Mary MacDonald

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Nymphadora Tonks

Oliver Wood

Angelina Johnson

Lee Jordan

Cho Chang

Cedric Diggory

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Bridgerton Sibling!reader

Lord of the Rings

The Fellowship

Legolas

Aragorn

Merry Brandybuck

Pippin Took

Boromir

Faramir

Haldir

Èowyn

Arwen

Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane

Tyrion Lannister

Podrick Payne

Brienne of Tarth

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

Eddard Stark

Theon Greyjoy

Petyr Baelish

Margaery Tyrell

House of the Dragon

Rhraenyra Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Cregan Stark

Gwayne Hightower

The Bear

Michael Berazatto

Carmen Berazatto

Richie Jerimovich

Sydney Adamu

Chef Luca

Berazatto Sibling!reader

Succession

Kendall Roy

Roman Roy

Siobhan Roy

Stewy Hosseini

Tom Wambsgans

Greg Hirsch

Roy Sibling!reader

Arcane

Silco (young and old)

Viktor

Jayce Talis

Jayvik x reader

Sevika

Mel Medarda

Jaymel x reader

Caitlyn Kiramman

Vi

Caitvi x reader

The Pitt

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch

Jack Abbot

Frank Langdon

Dennis Whitaker

Heather Collins

Cassie McKay

Melissa “Mel” King

Victoria Javadi

What I Will Write

Sibling!reader

Child!reader (all platonic of course)

Any Middle Earth race!reader

Soulmate AU (as long as you give me the type)

If you don’t see something here, don’t be afraid to send me an ask!

What I Won’t Write

Smut/nsfw

Muggle AU

Modern AU

Professor x student

Real people fics

Incest

Detailed triggering topics

What To Put In Your Request

Basically, put what you want!

Main pairing, reader pronouns (she/her or they/them), if you want a specific line, plot, reader’s house (if that’s an important part of the story), etc.

Don’t be too vague! Give me some detail!

Don’t put in any specific names/features like body type, height, weight etc. I want these to be as inclusive as possible!

Important Things To Keep In Mind

I am still human!

I will try to get to requests as fast as possible, but not only do I want to write something good, I’m going to be quite busy with other things, so please be patient!

Blurbs under 1k, and headcanons will be easier for me to write, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get to a fic request!

If I don’t feel comfortable with a request, I won’t write it. However, if that happens, I will let you know.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I can’t wait to get your request!

[aspenmissing]

Could you write the Arcane characters interacting with Reader's baby bump? (The male characters in a romantic way and the female characters in a platonic / best friends way)

ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴜᴍᴘ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx | ᴍᴇʟ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 4045 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ?

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ!! < 3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx | ᴍᴇʟ

JAYCE

Jayce was in his workshop, tinkering with his latest invention, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of the apartment. Y/N had been radiating this special glow ever since they'd found out she was expecting, and he couldn't help but marvel at how life had changed for them.

He paused his work, glancing toward the door, his face softening as he caught sight of Y/N entering. She walked in with a gentle sway, her baby bump clearly visible beneath her loose-fitting blouse. Jayce smiled, completely distracted by the sight of her.

"You know," he said, his voice a little distracted as he stood from his desk, "you’re glowing even more than usual today."

Y/N chuckled, placing a hand on her belly, a look of playful disbelief crossing her face. "I think you just say that because you’re always trying to get me to smile."

"Well," Jayce took a step closer, gently resting his hand on the curve of her bump, "it's hard not to smile when you're carrying our little one." His voice dropped softly, filled with awe as his fingers lightly traced over her stomach, feeling the little movements of the baby.

Y/N leaned into him, her head resting on his chest as she looked up at him with a smile. "I still can't believe it's happening. Feels like just yesterday I was getting used to being here, and now... we’re here, together, with a baby."

Jayce’s heart swelled as he pulled her into a tender embrace, his hand still resting gently over her bump. "It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But it’s our dream, and I couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound of it filling the room. "I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad it’s always been you."

Jayce held her tighter, savoring the moment. His mind raced with excitement for the future, for their little family that was already so loved. As he looked down at her, he whispered, "We’re going to be amazing parents, you know."

Y/N smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. "I know. And I’ll have you by my side through it all."

As Jayce gave her belly one more gentle rub, he couldn’t resist. "Do you think they’ll be as smart as their mom?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully. "As smart? Oh, they’ll definitely have my brains... but they’ll also have your charm and wit, so it’s bound to be a good mix."

Jayce laughed, his hands still lingering on her stomach. "A perfect blend. I can't wait to meet them."

The two of them stood there for a moment, wrapped in the peace and joy of the life growing between them, knowing that whatever came next, they’d face it together.

VIKTOR

The dim light of Viktor's lab flickered softly as he worked on his latest project, the steady hum of machines in the background. Y/N sat nearby, her legs tucked under her as she rested on a plush chair. Her hand gently cradled her baby bump, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she observed Viktor. He had been focused on his work all day, but there was a soft tension in the air as his thoughts would occasionally wander to her.

He looked up from his workbench, meeting her gaze. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

Y/N nodded, but her smile grew wider when she saw the subtle way Viktor’s eyes lingered on her bump. She loved the way his face softened whenever he looked at her, especially now. The early months had been a whirlwind of uncertainty, but now, as the pregnancy progressed, Viktor had become a rock for her—steady, calm, and full of quiet affection.

"Are you sure you're not overworking yourself?" Y/N teased, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of her bump.

Viktor hesitated for a moment before walking over to her. His hands were warm as they cupped the sides of her stomach gently, his eyes studying her as if the simple act of touching her was an overwhelming thing. "I’m not overworking," he murmured, his voice low. "But… I do worry." He carefully placed his hand over her belly, letting his fingers rest softly against the growing life within.

Y/N chuckled softly. "I’m fine, Viktor. She’s fine, too," she added, feeling the baby shift slightly beneath her skin. She glanced down at his hand, which was resting on her bump, the moment tender and intimate.

Viktor’s expression softened, and for a brief second, his usually sharp and meticulous demeanor melted away. His eyes lit up with something indescribable, a mix of awe and tenderness as he gazed at the baby bump. He seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for any movement, like he was trying to connect to the tiny life growing inside her.

And then, it happened—a small, subtle kick. Viktor’s eyes widened, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. He placed his hand gently on the spot where the movement had come from, as if trying to reassure himself that it was real. "Did you feel that?" he whispered, his voice barely a breath, full of wonder.

Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, I did." She reached up to gently touch his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I think she’s excited to meet her papa."

Viktor’s face flushed slightly at the word. His hand remained on her belly, his thumb moving in slow, careful circles as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I will be ready when the time comes," he said, his voice a quiet promise. "I’ll be right here, every step of the way."

Y/N’s heart swelled with affection for him, knowing how deeply he meant every word. She leaned into him, closing her eyes and letting the moment envelop them both—together, as a family, anticipating the future they would share.

And as Viktor continued to tenderly touch her belly, Y/N couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that this tiny life would be surrounded by so much love.

JAYVIK

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across the room. Y/N woke slowly, stretching out on the bed, her body cradled in the comfort of the soft sheets. Her eyes fluttered open to see Viktor beside her, his head resting gently on her shoulder, a peaceful expression on his face. His hand, warm and steady, lay across her belly—his touch so tender, it almost felt like he was holding the life within her in a protective embrace.

For a moment, Y/N simply gazed at him, the sensation of his presence calming and reassuring. She then shifted slightly, turning her head to glance at the space beside the bed. "Where's Jayce?" she murmured softly, her voice still thick with sleep, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

Viktor stirred slightly at her words, his eyes blinking open, his gaze warm but sleepy. "He's probably in the workshop or the kitchen... Where else would he be?" He smiled, but Y/N's eyes were already drawn back to the movement beneath the covers.

Curious, she lifted the edge of the blanket to peek under it. There, to her surprise, was Jayce, his face buried in the side of her baby bump, his large hand gently caressing it. He looked so serene, his eyes closed, and there was a quiet hum of contentment as his fingers traced slow, soft patterns along her skin.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight. The love and care the two of them showed, even in the smallest moments, made her heart swell. Viktor, now fully awake, chuckled softly as he saw the scene. "He's... always been a bit of a morning person," he said, his voice full of affection.

Y/N laughed softly, running a hand through Jayce's hair. "I think he just wanted to get as close to the baby as possible," she teased, her voice light.

Jayce, hearing her, lifted his head slightly, his face still pressed against her belly. His eyes glimmered with affection as he met her gaze. "Couldn't resist," he murmured with a grin, his hand never stopping its gentle motions on her belly.

Viktor leaned in, brushing his lips against Y/N's forehead, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Looks like we have our own little family morning ritual."

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight of her love for both of them as they shared this intimate moment. The room felt filled with an almost magical peace—a quiet reminder that despite the chaos of the world outside, they had each other, and that was enough.

She placed a hand on Viktor's, the other resting on Jayce's head. "I love you both," she whispered softly, her heart full. The two men, in their own unique ways, both smiled, their love for her and the baby clear in their eyes.

"We love you, too," Viktor replied softly, and Jayce added, "More than anything."

As the three of them lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the outside world felt distant, and for that moment, they were content to simply be.

VANDER

It was a typical day in the undercity, the hustle and bustle of Zaun never stopping. But today, there was a special kind of excitement in the air, especially within the small, cozy living space above Vander’s tavern, The Last Drop.

Y/N, now a little further along in her pregnancy, was sitting comfortably in one of the worn-out chairs, her hand resting on her baby bump. She had been feeling the baby kicking for a while now, and every time it happened, she couldn’t help but smile.

Vander, who had been busy with some work around the bar downstairs, glanced over at her with a soft grin. "You look like you're getting ready to pop any day now," he teased lightly, his rough voice betraying the gentle affection he had for her. He leaned against the counter, wiping his hands on a rag, his gaze soft as he looked at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. “I’m not that big, Vander," she said playfully.

Vander chuckled. "Right, sure." He then turned his attention to the door, hearing the familiar sounds of footsteps and laughter. The kids—Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor—had been coming around more often to check on her, always excited about the little one growing inside her.

Vi came barreling in first, the rough-and-tumble girl grinning from ear to ear. “I wanna feel the baby kick! Can I?”

Y/N laughed softly, patting her belly. "You can try."

Vi’s face lit up, and she gently placed her hands on Y/N’s bump, her eyes wide with excitement. "Whoa, I can feel it!" she exclaimed. "It’s so weird but cool!" Her expression softened, and she looked up at Y/N. “You’re gonna be such a good mom.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the sweet sentiment. She hadn’t had the chance to speak much about her plans for motherhood, but hearing Vi’s words made her feel like she was doing something right.

Powder, who had been standing at the door, looking a little shy, approached with her usual curiosity. "Me too! Can I feel?"

Vander, always protective of his "kids," knelt down to Powder’s level, a big hand on her shoulder. "It’s okay, kiddo," he said gently, giving Y/N an encouraging nod.

With a soft giggle, Powder tiptoed over and placed her small hands on Y/N’s baby bump. Her eyes widened when she felt the gentle shift. "It’s moving! I’m gonna be the best big sister ever," she announced, practically bouncing on her heels in excitement.

Mylo and Claggor entered together, following behind their friends. Mylo, always the mischievous one, grinned and raised an eyebrow at the scene. “Looks like you’re already starting a whole army, Y/N,” he teased, crossing his arms.

Claggor, quieter than the others, leaned against the wall, his usual stoic expression softened with a fond smile. “You’ll have a lot of help, that’s for sure,” he said, his voice calm but sincere.

Vander chuckled from his spot across the room, clearly enjoying the scene. He glanced over at Y/N, his expression soft. "You’ll have a whole crew to help you out," he said with a wink. "Just make sure the little one doesn’t end up causing as much trouble as Powder."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her voice teasing. "You mean you didn’t cause trouble when you were younger?"

Vander chuckled, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Maybe a little, but I’ve learned my lesson. Now I just have to pass on that wisdom."

Vi and Powder giggled at the exchange, while Mylo and Claggor shared an amused look. Y/N leaned back in her chair, basking in the comfort of the moment. The excitement of her growing family surrounded her, and with Vander by her side, she knew everything would be alright.

The kids continued to gather around, asking more questions, offering more excitement, and making Y/N’s heart swell with love. She was going to be a mother, and with Vander, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and all of them by her side, she knew her little one would be surrounded by so much love and protection.

"Think we’ll get a little troublemaker in the mix?" Vi asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N grinned, her hand gently rubbing her belly. "With you two as role models? I’m sure of it."

Vander’s booming laughter filled the room, and for a moment, all felt right in the world.

And in that moment, surrounded by the kids she’d come to love as her own and Vander’s comforting presence above The Last Drop, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that this new chapter in her life would be full of love, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings.

SILCO

Silco sat at his desk in his dimly lit office, his gaze unwavering as he reviewed the latest plans for Zaun. The ever-present hum of machinery in the background almost seemed to blend into the silence.

Then, the door creaked open, and in stepped Y/N, her baby bump now noticeably prominent as she walked toward him. She smiled softly, her face lighting up with a warmth that seemed to make the cold, grim atmosphere of the room a little more bearable.

"You look like you're deep in thought," she said, her voice gentle.

Silco looked up from his papers, his steely eyes softening when they met hers. He had been through many things in his life—power struggles, betrayal, and the dark underworld of Zaun—but nothing quite compared to the feeling that swept over him whenever he saw her. And now, with the baby bump growing, it was as though something more fragile and precious was growing inside their world.

He pushed back from his desk and stood, a rare softness in his usually sharp features. "And what brings you here?" His voice had an edge, but there was a tenderness underneath it that he reserved only for her.

Y/N placed a hand on her belly and walked closer. "I just thought you might like to feel the baby," she said, her tone teasing. "You've been so focused on work lately, you haven't gotten a chance to see how much they’re growing."

A rare flicker of uncertainty passed through Silco’s eyes. He didn’t know much about babies or pregnancy, but there was a look of fondness in his gaze when he saw how protective and glowing Y/N looked.

She gently guided his hand to her stomach, and for a moment, Silco stood still, the warmth of her body and the tiny life growing inside her bringing an unfamiliar feeling to his chest. The baby kicked softly, a small flutter that made her smile wider.

"Feel that?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with excitement.

Silco’s fingers twitched slightly as he pressed his hand more firmly against her belly, feeling the subtle movements beneath his palm. His lips parted in a small, almost imperceptible smile, the rarest of expressions crossing his usually composed face.

"It’s... strange," he murmured, his voice softer than usual. "But it’s yours. Ours."

Y/N’s smile widened, a warm, loving look passing between them. She nodded, her hand over his as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yes, ours."

Silco’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he allowed himself to lean down slightly, brushing a kiss against the top of her head. "I never thought I’d be here," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Not like this."

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes shining with affection. "Well, here we are."

"Here we are," he echoed, a rare tenderness in his voice. He couldn’t help but run his fingers across her belly again, feeling the baby move once more, as if marking the beginning of a future he had never imagined.

For a moment, Silco allowed himself to savour the peace, even if it was fleeting in a world that would never be kind to them. But for now, the only thing that mattered was the life growing between them, the one thing that he could protect with everything he had.

JINX/POWDER

Jinx bounced around excitedly, her usual chaotic energy tempered by a rare, gentle excitement. Y/N was sitting on the couch, her hand resting over her growing belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched the madness of Zaun unfold through the window.

Jinx skidded to a halt in front of Y/N, her eyes immediately locking onto her friend’s baby bump. Her grin spread wider than usual, but there was a tenderness in it now, a contrast to her usual manic grin.

"Y/N! Y/N! How’s my little niece or nephew doin’ in there?" Jinx asked, bouncing on her toes as she leaned in close, eyes wide with curiosity. She’d known about the pregnancy for a while now, but it never failed to get her excited whenever she saw Y/N with her baby bump.

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing down at her belly with a soft, protective smile. "They're doing well. Growing every day," she said, her voice filled with warmth as she gently rubbed the bump.

Jinx’s face shifted into one of mock seriousness, her hands immediately cupping the sides of Y/N’s bump as if she was inspecting something fragile. "Whoa, you’re getting huge!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and playful teasing. "This little one’s gonna be a big deal, huh? So important!"

She paused for a moment, eyes full of determination, before looking up at Y/N with a gaze that was almost protective. "I’m gonna be the best aunt ever! I’ll protect ‘em from all the bad stuff out there!" Jinx gestured dramatically to the world outside, her usual chaotic flair returning. "No one’s gonna mess with my little one! I’ll teach ‘em all the best stuff—like blowing stuff up!"

Y/N laughed, a warm, fond chuckle that filled the room. "You’re gonna be the best aunt, Jinx. The baby’s gonna love you."

Jinx’s grin grew wider, her chest puffing up proudly. "Of course! No one else could be as awesome as Aunt Jinx! I’ll make sure the little one has all the best toys—super explosive ones! And we’ll make a fort out of all the stuff I’ve blown up! It’ll be perfect!"

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her unpredictable friend. She knew Jinx had a complicated past, but it was moments like these that showed just how much Jinx cared—and how deeply she was capable of loving in her own wild way.

"You’ll definitely be the best aunt," Y/N agreed, rubbing her belly gently. "But for now, maybe start thinking about ways to entertain the baby when they’re older—something a little less... explosive than your usual brand of fun."

Jinx’s expression turned contemplative as she tilted her head, clearly thinking hard about that suggestion. After a moment, her eyes lit up. "Okay! I’ll tell the baby the best stories. And maybe… just maybe... I’ll make ‘em a secret stash of cookies... and dynamite. Secretly! You know, just in case they need some excitement in their life."

Y/N laughed again, shaking her head fondly. "You’re something else, Jinx. But I think that’s what makes you the best aunt."

Jinx giggled, then without warning, sat down next to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her in a surprisingly gentle hug. "You’ll be the best mom, Y/N. No one’s gonna mess with us. Right? We’re a team."

Y/N returned the hug, a swell of gratitude filling her chest for the unexpected, yet deeply loyal friendship they shared. "We’re a team, Jinx. Always."

And in that moment, surrounded by Jinx’s protectiveness and boundless enthusiasm, Y/N felt a sense of peace, knowing her baby would grow up surrounded by love—no matter how unpredictable the world around them might be.

MEL

Mel had always been the type to care deeply for others, especially those she considered family. Y/N was no different, and seeing her friend in this new light—carrying a child—brought a softness to her heart that she hadn’t expected.

She gently knocked on Y/N’s door, her voice light as she called through, “Y/N, are you awake?”

A muffled response came from inside. “Yeah, just a little tired today.”

Mel smiled, pushing the door open and peeking in to see her friend, who was sitting propped up in bed, a soft blanket tucked around her. Y/N’s baby bump was noticeably round now, a comforting sight after everything she’d been through.

“Need any help getting up?” Mel asked with a slight tilt of her head, her voice soft and warm. She was always so careful around Y/N, ever since the pregnancy had started to show.

Y/N gave her a small, grateful smile. “I can manage, but if you want to help me to the couch, I’d appreciate it.”

Mel immediately moved over, holding out her hands to help steady Y/N as she slowly rose to her feet. “Slow and steady, okay?” she said, guiding her gently to the living room.

Once they were settled, Mel made sure Y/N was comfortable before sitting beside her. She could never shake the worry that Y/N wasn’t eating enough, despite her insistence. “Did you eat today?” she asked, her voice a mix of concern and love.

Y/N sighed but nodded. “I did, just a little light lunch. But I’ll have something more later.”

Mel pursed her lips, her eyes scanning her friend's face, searching for any hint that Y/N might be pushing herself too hard. “You’ve got to take care of yourself, Y/N. The baby needs you to eat, too.” She gently placed a hand on the bump, a soft smile forming as she added, “They’re gonna need their energy to grow big and strong.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, looking down at her belly. “I’m doing my best. But you’re right. Maybe I could eat a little more.”

Mel’s smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I’ll make you something. You rest, and I’ll take care of it.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she leaned back against the cushions. “You’re too good to me, Mel.”

Mel shook her head, her expression warm. “I’m just looking out for you. You’re my family, and that means everything to me.”

As Mel made her way to the kitchen, Y/N watched her, a sense of deep gratitude settling in her chest. Despite everything that had happened, she was surrounded by people who cared for her and the life she was carrying, and that was something worth cherishing.

When Mel returned with a plate of food, she smiled as she set it down in front of Y/N. “I made sure it’s something you’ll enjoy.”

Y/N looked down at the plate and smiled softly, her eyes glistening with appreciation. “You really know how to take care of me.”

Mel sat beside her once again, offering a light hug. “It’s just what I do for family.”

The two of them sat together in the quiet comfort of each other’s company, the bond between them growing even stronger with every passing day.

[aspenmissing]

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ: ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ

6419 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɪɴꜰᴇʀᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ (ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ). ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ (ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ/ᴊɪɴx

JAYCE

It had been a week or two since Y/N first realized she was pregnant. The realization had come as a shock, and though she'd kept it a secret, she had no idea how to tell Jayce. He had been busy with his work, his duties at the academy, and everything in Piltover that required his attention. She had just been trying to find the right moment, but it was harder than she'd anticipated. The news was life-changing, and she didn't want to burden him, even though she knew deep down that he would support her no matter what.

That morning, Y/N had run errands while Jayce stayed at home, catching up on his own work. As always, he had a few things to tidy up around the house — a rare moment where he was actually in their shared space, instead of off in his lab or at the academy. While sorting through some boxes under the bed that hadn't been touched in ages, Jayce kicked one of them over in an attempt to make space. It was one of those old cardboard boxes that Y/N had shoved there on a particularly busy day, not realizing what it contained.

Curious, Jayce pulled the box out from under the bed, his brow furrowing in confusion as he cracked it open. Inside, amidst old papers and forgotten mementos, were the unmistakable signs of something he hadn't expected — a pregnancy test, along with a paper that confirmed the news. Jayce's breath hitched as he stared at the test, eyes scanning the familiar words that he hadn't yet fully processed. The letter was clear, a confirmation that Y/N was indeed pregnant.

His heart raced, and for a long moment, he was paralyzed by the enormity of the situation. How long had she known? Why hadn't she told him? He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not noticing, for not being more aware of what was happening. He had always considered himself a protector, a supporter, but now he felt as though he was falling short.

As he sat there holding the pregnancy test in his hand, he heard the sound of the door opening downstairs. Y/N’s voice floated up the stairs, and Jayce quickly placed the test back in the box, not wanting to overwhelm her.

Y/N walked in, her usual warm smile fading a little when she saw the tense look on his face. “Jayce?” she asked, her tone uncertain as she approached the bedroom door.

He was sitting on the bed, the box still resting beside him. “Y/N,” he began, his voice soft but full of emotion. “We need to talk.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She had no idea what was going on, but she could feel the weight in his words. She closed the door behind her, stepping into the room, her eyes glancing at the box on the bed. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice a little shakier than usual.

Jayce took a deep breath, looking up at her. The look in his eyes was a mixture of love, concern, and something else — something unspoken. He gestured to the box. “I found this... while I was cleaning.”

Y/N’s face turned pale as her gaze followed his hand to the box, and she instinctively felt her stomach churn. She knew what was coming. She hadn't expected him to find out like this.

She swallowed hard, gathering the courage to speak. “Jayce, I... I wanted to tell you,” she began, stepping closer, “but I wasn’t sure how. I didn’t know if it was the right time, and—”

“Y/N…” Jayce interrupted softly, his voice trembling slightly. He stood up and took a step toward her, gently placing his hands on her arms. “You’re pregnant.”

Y/N’s lips trembled as she nodded, feeling a lump rise in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes filled with both fear and hope. “I found out a couple of weeks ago. But I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Jayce stared at her for a moment, the reality of it all sinking in. Then, without warning, he pulled her into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her like a protective shield, and he kissed the top of her head gently. “I’m sorry I didn’t know sooner. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “But you don’t have to worry, Y/N. We’re in this together.”

Y/N blinked back tears, her arms wrapping around him in return. She had been so afraid that he wouldn’t be happy, that he wouldn’t understand. But his response was more than she had hoped for.

“I’ve just been... so scared,” she admitted, her voice muffled against his chest. “I didn’t want to burden you. You’ve already got so much going on with everything in Piltover. And I didn’t know if I was ready for this... for a baby.”

Jayce pulled back slightly to look at her, his hands gently cupping her face. His eyes were filled with nothing but reassurance and love. “We’ll figure it out, Y/N. Together. There’s no perfect time for this, but I know one thing — I want to be here for you, and for our baby. And we’ll make this work.”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Her heart was lighter now, the weight of her fears melting away in the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Jayce smiled down at her, his hands still gently holding her face. “You never have to thank me for this, Y/N. We’re in this together — all three of us.”

And in that moment, as the two of them stood together, embracing the new chapter in their lives, Jayce knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a family.

VIKTOR

It had been a few months since Viktor and Y/N had that heart-to-heart conversation. It was one of those difficult talks, where emotions were laid bare, raw, and vulnerable. Viktor, ever the stoic, had admitted his deepest fears—his illness, the mutations, and the possibility of passing it on to any future children. Y/N had been hurt at first, but understanding. She supported him fully, respecting his concerns, even though a small part of her longed for the family they could have had together. She never pushed him, knowing how deeply his fears ran.

But Viktor could see how much it pained her. He noticed the quiet longing in her eyes, the way she would sometimes linger on children in the streets of Piltover when they passed by. It tore at him, but he couldn’t shake the dread of what his illness could mean for their future. It was one of those battles inside him that he couldn't win, no matter how hard he tried.

Today, however, Viktor decided to take a short walk. It wasn’t about escaping the conversation—it was more to clear his head. The streets of Piltover were bustling with the usual activity, the gleaming buildings towering above him as the cool air filled his lungs. He walked with a slight limp, the click of his cane echoing in the otherwise busy street, but it was nothing Viktor wasn’t used to. The cane was a constant companion, the reminder of both his strength and his vulnerability.

As he passed a park, he spotted a young boy struggling to tie his shoe laces. The child was hunched over, a prosthetic limb attached to his left leg. The boy’s hands were shaking slightly as he fumbled with the laces, frustration evident on his face. Viktor slowed his pace, watching from a distance. He expected someone to approach the boy, maybe offer some help. But no one did. The people walking past just ignored the boy, too focused on their own lives to stop and lend a hand.

Viktor hesitated, his heart tightening at the sight. He knew all too well what it felt like to be overlooked, to be seen as different or fragile. But there was something in the way the boy carried himself—something in his attitude—that caught Viktor off guard. The boy was struggling, yes, but he wasn’t defeated. His face was determined as he attempted again to tie his laces, gritting his teeth but never backing down. Viktor waited, thinking that maybe the boy’s perseverance would inspire someone else to step forward. But when no one did, Viktor sighed and made his way over.

“Need some help?” Viktor asked softly, his voice gentle, yet there was a certain steadiness in it.

The boy looked up at him, startled but not fearful. His eyes scanned Viktor’s cane before meeting his face. “I got it,” the boy replied confidently, his lips curling into a small grin. “I just need to focus. It’s not so hard, you know?”

Viktor tilted his head, surprised by the boy’s confidence. “No one should have to do everything alone,” Viktor said, taking a step closer. “Sometimes, we all need a little help.”

The boy paused, then nodded, his hands still trembling a little as he finished tying his shoes. “Yeah,” he said, his eyes meeting Viktor’s again. “But it’s not about letting it stop you, right? It’s a hurdle. A hard one, but not impossible.”

Viktor’s heart fluttered at the boy’s words. There was something about the way he viewed his disability—not as a burden, but simply another challenge to overcome—that struck Viktor deep. It was a perspective Viktor hadn’t considered in a long time. For so long, Viktor had feared passing on his illness, his disability, to a child of his own. He had worried that they would see it as something to be pitied, something to be feared. But this boy—this child—had a strength that Viktor hadn’t realized children could have.

“I think you’re right,” Viktor said quietly. “A hurdle is just something to jump over.” He smiled gently at the boy, feeling a shift inside him, a sense of peace that he hadn’t expected.

The boy beamed up at him, clearly proud of his accomplishment. “Exactly! You just have to keep trying, even if it takes a few tries.”

Viktor chuckled softly, his mind racing. For the first time in months, the dread he had carried about his own illness, and what it might mean for a child, started to fade. He realized that with Y/N’s love, with his own understanding and strength, their child could grow up just like this boy—confident, determined, and ready to face whatever life threw their way.

The realization struck him like a wave, and Viktor suddenly felt lighter than he had in a long time. Maybe having a child wasn’t about protecting them from every hardship; maybe it was about teaching them how to face those challenges with grace and strength.

He turned, making his way back home, the cane tapping steadily against the cobblestones as he thought about the future. His steps felt more purposeful now.

When Viktor arrived home, Y/N was sitting on the couch, flipping through a book. She looked up at him with a smile, her warmth filling the room. “Hey, you’re back early,” she said, setting the book down and patting the space next to her on the couch.

Viktor stood still for a moment, staring at the floor, his hand resting on his cane. “Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but softer than usual. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our conversation from before. About… the future.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, the same knot of worry tightening in her chest. “Viktor, you don’t have to—”

Viktor cut her off, holding up a hand. “I’m ready to try, lásko. I’m ready to start a family with you.” (Love)

Y/N blinked, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind spun, processing his words. She wasn’t sure if she’d heard him correctly. “You… you mean it?” Her voice was trembling, full of disbelief and hope.

Viktor’s gaze softened, and he took a slow step toward her. “I’ve seen something today. A boy with the same struggles as me, but he didn’t see it as a burden. He saw it as just another hurdle to overcome. And I realized… our child won’t see it as a curse. With our love, they’ll know how to overcome whatever life gives them. I believe in us."

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as she stood up quickly, her breath hitching in her throat. She rushed toward him, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest. “Oh, Viktor,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Viktor gently placed his cane aside, his arms wrapping around her in return, holding her close. He could feel the weight of the moment, the weight of their decision, and for the first time in a long while, Viktor felt something he hadn’t expected: hope.

Together, they would face the future—one step at a time, just like the boy had shown him.

JAYVIK

The topic of motherhood had always been a sensitive one for Y/N. She had come to terms with her infertility a long time ago, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about. She hadn’t discussed it much with Jayce or Viktor; it was a topic that hung between them, unspoken, but understood. It wasn’t that she didn’t want children—it was more that she had accepted that being a mother wasn’t in her future. And though she had come to terms with it privately, it didn’t mean the idea of motherhood didn’t tug at her heart from time to time.

Jayce and Viktor knew about her infertility. They had been with her through the difficult conversations, through the quiet moments when she wrestled with her feelings. Both of them had been understanding, supportive, and kind, but Y/N couldn’t help but feel the emptiness at times, especially when the idea of raising a child came up. She had always dreamt of motherhood, of nurturing a little one, but the reality was different. Still, she cherished the love and connection she had with Jayce and Viktor, and that was enough—for now.

One crisp afternoon in Piltover, Y/N found herself walking through the busy streets of the Upper City, a faint breeze carrying the scent of fresh bread and the hum of city life. The grandeur of Piltover was on full display—high towers, merchants selling their wares, and children playing in the streets—but amidst it all, something caught her eye.

Two children, a boy around twelve and a girl of about seven, were weaving through the crowd with startling agility. The younger girl, bubbly and chatty, kept the attention of an unsuspecting shopper while the older boy, quick as a flash, swiped a few coins from the merchant’s stall. Y/N watched, intrigued, as the boy casually stashed the pilfered goods in his coat and slipped away, with the little girl trailing behind him, never once looking guilty.

Y/N’s lips quirked into a smile, admiring their street-smart energy. They moved with the kind of confidence that could only come from years of surviving the rougher edges of the world. It was clear they were looking out for each other, and despite what they were doing, there was something endearing about their partnership. The older boy’s protective nature over the younger girl, his quick thinking, and her carefree chatter—they made quite the team.

She decided to follow them from a distance, curious to see where they were headed. After a few turns and alleyways, they eventually reached a small abandoned building, a makeshift hideout. Y/N hesitated, watching them settle in, clearly alone—no parents, no guardians, just the two of them.

The boy caught her gaze as she stood at a distance. He narrowed his eyes, clearly cautious but not immediately hostile.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice gruff, but his stance more defensive than angry.

Y/N took a few steps closer, raising her hands in a peaceful gesture. “I just wanted to see how you two were doing. I noticed your, uh, skills in the marketplace.”

The girl, who had been picking at something in her hand, looked up with wide eyes and shyly glanced at Y/N. She fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve before speaking in a soft, hesitant voice. “We’re just trying to get by,” she murmured, clearly a little nervous about the encounter, but still unbothered by their situation.

The boy shot her a quick glance, before looking back at Y/N. “We don’t need any help. We’re fine.”

Y/N smiled softly, kneeling to their level. “I’m not here to force anything. I’m just offering food."

The two children exchanged a glance, and after a few moments of hesitation, the boy finally nodded. “Food’s always good.”

Without another word, Y/N reached into her bag and pulled out a couple of loaves of bread, some fruit, and a few slices of cheese. The children devoured the food quickly, barely speaking between bites. It was clear they were used to going without, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N found herself coming back to the children regularly. She would bring them food, warm clothes, and the occasional book. Gradually, their wariness of her faded, though they never fully let their guard down. They had learned to survive on their own, and trust wasn’t something they gave easily. But over time, Y/N became more than just a stranger—she became a quiet presence in their lives, offering what little comfort she could.

Y/N knew Piltover was a city of opportunity, but it wasn’t always kind to the ones who didn’t have a place to fit in. The children reminded her of that—young, alone, and scraping by on whatever they could get.

One day, after a particularly long day in the markets, Y/N found herself thinking more about the two kids. There had to be a way to help them—Piltover had more to offer, and they deserved better than a life of pickpocketing and hiding out in abandoned buildings.

The next time she came to visit, she made a decision. She would take them back to her home, introduce them to Jayce and Viktor, and see if they could help these kids build something better for themselves.

When Y/N walked into the study later that afternoon, she was followed by the two children, who were a little more apprehensive than usual but still carrying themselves with a quiet sense of pride.

“Jayce, Viktor,” Y/N called out as she stepped inside, smiling warmly at the two men. “I’d like you to meet Mia,” she said, gesturing to the younger girl, “and Luka,” she nodded at the older boy. “They’ve been on their own for a while. I’ve been bringing them food and making sure they’re alright, but I think Piltover might be the place for them.”

Jayce and Viktor looked up from their work, both of them pausing as they sized up the two children. Viktor raised an eyebrow, his analytical gaze taking in the situation, while Jayce’s face softened with concern.

“They’ve been through a lot,” Jayce commented, his voice gentle.

Y/N nodded. “They’ve got a lot of potential. They just need a little guidance. I think, with some help, they could really thrive here.”

Viktor stood from his chair, walking toward the children. He regarded them for a moment before speaking. “You’ve been through more than most adults would care to face. But if you’re willing to learn, Piltover has room for you.”

Luka, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. “And if we don’t want to?” he asked, his voice filled with defiance but not hostility.

Y/N crouched down to meet his eyes. “You’ll always have a choice. But I’m offering you a chance to build something better. Not for me, but for yourselves.”

Jayce offered his hand to Luka, who looked at it for a long moment before taking it, Mia following suit, though she was still a bit shy. Their hands were small, but their grip was firm, as if they were already beginning to understand the power of what they were being offered.

As Y/N stood back up, a sense of fulfillment washed over her. She had always wondered what motherhood might feel like, but now she understood—family wasn’t just about blood. It was about love, care, and making space for those who needed it most.

In that moment, with Jayce and Viktor by her side, she felt like they were building something together—something more than just a future for them, but for these children, too. And for the first time in a long while, she believed that family, in all its forms, was within reach.

VANDER

The past few months had been an emotional rollercoaster for Y/N and Vander. It was a topic that weighed heavily on both of them—one they had discussed openly and at length. The decision had been made to try for a child, but time and again, they found themselves coming up empty. The disappointment stung harder with each failed attempt, and each time, it seemed to take more from Y/N than she was willing to admit.

Vander, ever the strong and steady presence in their home, tried to offer comfort, his hand on her back or holding hers tightly in quiet moments, but even his unwavering support couldn't quell the sadness that began to weigh heavily on her heart. With each passing try, Y/N found herself retreating further into herself. She hated feeling this way, especially when there were so many children who needed love and care, but the dream of having their own kept lingering.

Vi and Claggor, of course, understood more than Y/N often gave them credit for. They had seen the way she had been quietly grieving, though she tried to hide it. It was clear that Y/N and Vander had wanted this, and though the children were young and maybe couldn’t fully comprehend the specifics, they could sense the tension.

Mylo, ever the oblivious one, simply couldn’t understand why Y/N seemed so upset. “Why’s she so sad, Vander?” Mylo asked one day, genuinely perplexed.

Vander paused for a moment, his heart aching as he looked down at his son. He knew Mylo wasn’t trying to be insensitive—he was just a child. "Sometimes, Mylo," he began softly, kneeling down to meet his son's eyes, "people want something that they can’t have, and it makes them sad."

"But she’s not sad because of us, is she?" Mylo asked, brows furrowed, still trying to wrap his head around it.

Vander smiled gently, his expression a mix of warmth and sadness. “No, son. Never because of you."

Meanwhile, Powder, ever the innocent and curious soul, had started to pick up on the shift in Y/N’s mood. She noticed how her mother figure’s smiles seemed more forced lately, how she spent more time staring out the window, looking distant. One afternoon, as Vander was sitting by the fire, Powder shuffled over to him, her small brow furrowed in concern.

“Vander,” she began, her voice small and unsure, “why is mama so sad all the time?”

Vander’s heart twisted at the question. He had been doing his best to shield the children from the weight of the situation, but Powder’s innocence had a way of cutting straight to the heart of things. He looked down at her, trying to find the right words.

“Well, Powder,” Vander started, his voice soft and steady, “sometimes people feel sad because they’re hoping for something, and it doesn’t happen the way they want it to.”

Powder tilted her head, trying to understand. “Is it because of us?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry. “Did we do something wrong?”

Vander quickly shook his head, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. “No, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that sometimes, things take time. And sometimes, people just need a little while to feel better.”

Powder nodded slowly, not fully understanding but still trusting Vander’s words. She looked up at him, her big eyes filled with concern for the woman she loved so much. “Will she be okay?” she asked quietly.

Vander smiled gently, his heart aching for her innocence. “She’ll be okay, Powder. We’ll make sure of it.”

Powder stood there for a moment, her gaze lingering on the doorway where Y/N had been standing earlier. Then, as if an idea suddenly struck her, she reached up and hugged Vander tightly, her tiny arms wrapping around him with all the love she could give.

Vander held her close, feeling the weight of his own heart as he promised silently that he would do everything in his power to make sure Y/N found happiness again.

And then, the fifth time came.

Y/N had reached a place of quiet acceptance. After their last attempt, she and Vander had finally come to terms with what life had given them. They still had each other, and their love for the children they already cared for was enough to fill their hearts. They had made the choice to focus their love on the kids they had—Vi, Claggor, Mylo, and Powder—and make sure they had everything they needed. It was a quiet but powerful decision, one that gave them peace.

But life, as it often did, surprised them.

It was early one morning when Y/N felt the familiar nausea creeping up her throat. She dismissed it at first, thinking it was just another random bout of illness, but as the morning went on, it became harder to ignore. She ran to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest, and the moment she stood over the sink, she knew.

After taking the test, she sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the results in shock. It wasn’t just a glimmer of hope—it was real. The small blue line on the stick confirmed it. She was pregnant.

Her hands trembled as she stood up, the test still in her hand. She didn’t know how long she stood there, the weight of it sinking in, but eventually, she walked slowly to where Vander was, a mixture of disbelief and joy written all over her face.

"Vander," she called softly, her voice catching in her throat.

He turned from the window where he’d been looking out, the soft morning light playing across his face. He saw the look on her face and immediately felt a wave of concern rush through him. “Love? What is it?”

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she handed him the test, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Vander looked at it, his hands steady as he examined it, then slowly looked up at Y/N. His expression softened, a mixture of shock and something deeper in his gaze. “Are you... are you sure?”

Y/N smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek as she nodded. "Yes. I’m sure."

And in that moment, everything changed.

Vander crossed the room, his arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. “I’m so happy,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “We’re going to be parents again. I didn’t think it was ever going to happen...”

Y/N hugged him back, her chest tight with the overwhelming sense of joy and relief. “Neither did I,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “But we’re going to be okay.”

Later that day, when the children came running into the room to greet their parents, they immediately sensed the change in the air. Vi looked at Y/N with a knowing expression, her arms open wide for a hug, while Claggor stood beside her, looking up curiously at Vander. Powder beamed, as if she somehow already knew what had happened.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Vi asked, her voice gentle. She could see the shift in her mother’s demeanour. Y/N just nodded, tears brimming in her eyes as she smiled.

“I’m more than okay, Vi,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We’re going to have a baby."

Claggor’s eyes widened, and Mylo jumped up and down, excitedly. “A baby! That’s awesome!”

Vander looked down at Powder, who was staring up at him with wide eyes. She grinned, her excitement uncontainable. “Does this mean I’m going to have a little brother or sister?” she asked.

Y/N laughed softly, wiping away a tear. “Yes, Powder. You are.”

As Vander and Y/N exchanged a soft smile, surrounded by their children, a new chapter began for their family. One filled with hope, love, and the promise of a future that was theirs to shape. It wasn’t just the start of their journey into parenthood—it was the beginning of something even bigger. Something they had built together, with the love and strength of their family.

SILCO / JINX

The dimly lit office felt unusually still as you walked in, your footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The weight of the pregnancy test in your hand felt heavier with every step you took toward Silco’s desk. You placed it down gently in front of him, your fingers lingering on the edge as if unsure how to break the silence that stretched between you.

Silco was sitting in his usual spot, his gaze fixed on the papers before him. His sharp eyes flickered up at the sound of the test being placed on the desk, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. He didn’t need to ask what it was. His expression shifted, unreadable, as he slowly reached forward and picked it up, his fingers brushing against the plastic.

You stood still, your stomach tied in knots, watching him closely. Silco’s gaze was locked on the test, his lips pressed together as he processed the moment, his usual calm and control slipping into something else—a flicker of uncertainty that he quickly masked.

"Pregnant?" His voice was steady, though there was a sharpness beneath it, a controlled tension that spoke to the gravity of the situation.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you spoke, your voice quiet but firm. "Yes."

The silence stretched again, heavy, filled with the weight of his thoughts. He placed the test back on the desk, his eyes not leaving it as if trying to make sense of the new reality that had just been dropped before him.

"I wasn’t expecting this," he finally said, his voice still calm, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper. "This changes everything."

You could feel your pulse quicken as you shifted, unsure of what to say next. "I didn’t expect it either," you admitted softly, your gaze dropping to the floor. "I don’t know what to do, Silco. Can we even give them a life here in Zaun? Can I even give them a life with everything we’ve built?"

For a long moment, Silco remained silent, his eyes moving from the test to you. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, his posture thoughtful yet still unreadable.

"You know how I feel about children," he said, his tone quieter than usual. "They’re a vulnerability, a weakness. I never planned for this."

You hesitated, the uncertainty of your own feelings reflected in your voice. "I used to think I didn’t want children either," you confessed, your fingers nervously tracing the edge of the desk. "I thought it wasn’t in me. But... I think maybe it’s different now."

Silco studied you in silence, his gaze unwavering. His features softened slightly as he absorbed your words. "If this is something you want, if you think it’s right, then I won’t stand in your way. We’ll figure it out." He sighed deeply, his voice steady, though there was something almost compassionate in it that you rarely heard. "But we both know the risks. How easily everything could change."

You nodded, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on your chest. "I know. I just don’t know what it would look like... how it would change things between us."

His expression softened further, and he leaned forward, his eyes meeting yours with an understanding that made your heart skip a beat. "We don’t have to figure it all out now. Whatever you decide, I’m with you. We’ll face it together."

The words lingered in the air, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of certainty. The future, though uncertain, didn’t seem as daunting with him by your side.

The air between you and Silco was thick with unspoken words when a shuffle from the hallway broke the moment. A muffled voice, familiar and filled with unease, echoed through the room. Your heart sank as you realized Jinx had been listening outside. She knew something was off, and she was about to confront you both.

The door creaked open, and Jinx stepped inside, her usual manic energy subdued by the confusion in her eyes. Her gaze immediately flickered to the desk, where the pregnancy test lay, its presence now casting a heavy shadow over the room. The colour drained from her face as she processed what she was seeing, and her eyes flickered between you and Silco, realization quickly settling in.

"Y-You're pregnant?" she repeated, her voice small, barely above a whisper. Her gaze flickered to the test on the desk, and then back to you, her face contorting in an expression that was a mix of confusion, fear, and something deeper—hurt.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words stuck in your throat. You knew what this meant for Jinx. She was no stranger to being pushed aside, forgotten, and replaced. Her unpredictable nature often led to misunderstandings, but the one thing you both shared was a bond, a strange and unspoken connection. The idea that she might think this would mean the end of that bond broke something inside you.

Jinx took a step back, her hands trembling as they fidgeted with the edges of her shirt. Her voice wavered, the insecurity leaking through her usual bravado. "I—I don’t... I don’t know what this means," she stammered, her eyes flickering between you and Silco, her words faltering. "You won’t need me anymore, right? I mean, you... You’ll have the baby now. You’ll have your family, and... I won’t matter anymore."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she quickly blinked them away, a brittle smile forcing its way onto her lips. "It’s fine," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I’ll just... I'll just go. It’s okay. I’ll stay out of the way. You don’t have to worry about me anymore."

A cold knot of guilt formed in your chest, and you moved toward her, reaching out to steady her. "Jinx, no. You’ll never be in the way. This—this has nothing to do with you being pushed aside." Your voice cracked slightly, but you fought to steady it. "I don’t want you to think you’re being replaced. You're not."

Jinx shook her head, her lips curling into a bitter smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "It’s always been that way, though, hasn’t it? People come, people go. You and Silco... you’ll have everything you need now. You don’t need someone like me. I’ll just mess things up." Her voice was barely above a whisper, as though she was trying to convince herself of the lie she was telling.

Silco, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of concern and patience, leaned forward, his voice cutting through the heavy air. "Jinx," he said, his tone more measured than before, yet carrying an undeniable firmness. "You think we would let you slip away so easily? You think you can just vanish because of something like this?"

Jinx didn’t meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the ground as if she were afraid to hear what he was about to say.

Silco’s voice softened slightly, though still strong, like a quiet force. "You’re part of this—our lives. You’re not going anywhere, Jinx. You’re not a burden, and you’re certainly not going to be forgotten."

You stepped closer, placing a hand gently on Jinx’s shoulder, trying to convey the steadiness you wanted her to feel. "I don’t know what the future holds," you continued, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "But I do know that you’re a part of it. I don’t want to lose you. Neither of us does."

Jinx’s breathing hitched, and for a moment, it seemed like she might finally let the wall she’d built up come crumbling down. She glanced up at you, her wide eyes searching yours, as if she were waiting for a sign that this wasn’t a dream, that this wasn’t just some cruel joke.

"You’re sure?" Jinx asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her vulnerability laid bare. "You’re sure you don’t want to... forget about me?" She swallowed hard, her usual bravado replaced by the uncertainty that had been lurking beneath all along.

You nodded firmly, your hand tightening on her shoulder. "I’m sure, Jinx. You’re not a mistake. You’re not a burden. You’re family."

The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and Jinx stood there, her body tense as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then, slowly, her face softened, and the rawness in her eyes faded just a little. She looked at Silco, and then back at you, as though trying to reconcile the fractured pieces of herself that she had kept hidden away for so long.

After a moment, she cast a glance at the pregnancy test again, her voice still uncertain but with a touch of curiosity. "I don’t really know about this kid thing," she muttered, her words soft but full of confusion. "But... I can teach them stuff, right? Like... how to make cool things blow up?"

You laughed softly, the tension beginning to ease as Jinx’s mischievous spark returned. "Of course, Jinx," you said, offering her a reassuring smile. "You’ll be the best big sibling ever."

"Just... don't make the kid your partner in crime right away, alright?" Silco says, his tone unexpectedly gentle.

Jinx’s eyes lit up, her mischievous grin returning in full force. "Oh, no promises, Silco."

And in that moment, the storm seemed to pass. The air between you all lightened, and though the future was uncertain, you knew that you would face it together. As a family. No matter what.

[aspenmissing]

Hi! First of all, love your work. Second off all, could you write arcane characters with an S/O who has a really big dog? Kangal type of shit?

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JAYCE

It had been a few months since you and Jayce had started seeing each other, and things were going better than you ever could have imagined. The two of you had settled into a natural rhythm, full of easy conversation, playful teasing, and quiet moments that made your heart ache in the best way.

You’d told him plenty about yourself—your work, your hobbies, your dog—but you’d deliberately left out one small, important detail.

The breed.

Jayce, being Jayce, had assumed you had a small or medium-sized dog. Something manageable, perhaps a lively terrier or an affectionate spaniel. Maybe even a lapdog that could curl up in your arms.

You didn’t correct him.

You were waiting for this exact moment.

=

Tonight, for the first time, Jayce was coming over to your apartment for dinner. He’d been over the moon when you invited him, eager to see more of your world outside of stolen hours together in the city or at his place.

"Looking forward to finally meeting your little pup," he said with a grin as he knocked on your door, completely oblivious.

You barely held back a laugh. Oh, he has no idea.

With a smirk tugging at your lips, you unlocked the door and cracked it open. You didn’t even get a word out before chaos erupted.

A massive blur of thick, golden-red fur and sheer muscle burst through the gap like a wrecking ball, launching itself at Jayce with the force of a battering ram. A deep, earth-shaking bark echoed through the hallway as Atlas, your beloved Tibetan Mastiff, tackled your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend straight to the ground.

Jayce barely had time to let out a startled yell before he was slammed onto his back, pinned beneath what could only be described as a small bear in canine form.

"What the—?! Y/N! HELP!" Jayce wheezed as he was absolutely smothered by Atlas’s overwhelming enthusiasm.

You burst into laughter, doubling over at the sight of your massive dog sprawled across Jayce’s broad chest, eagerly licking his face with sloppy, wet kisses.

Atlas, towering and fluffy, easily weighed over 75 kilograms of sheer power and fur. His thick mane—so full it looked almost leonine—puffed out around his enormous head, making him seem even bigger than he already was. His massive paws pressed down on Jayce like he was made of paper, his heavy tail wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a side table.

Jayce, absolutely helpless, flailed beneath him. "Y/N, call him off! He’s—he’s—there’s SO MUCH OF HIM!"

Tears of laughter pricked your eyes. "I told you I had a dog!"

"You didn’t tell me you had a MOUNTAIN!" he shot back, voice muffled as Atlas joyfully slobbered all over him, his deep, pleased rumbles vibrating through his chest.

Atlas was having the best day of his life. His enormous, fluffy tail wagged harder as he panted happily, thoroughly besotted with this new human.

Finally, you took pity on your poor boyfriend. "Alright, Atlas, off."

With a low, reluctant huff, Atlas lifted his head and, after one final suffocating lick to Jayce’s cheek, heaved his massive body off of him.

Jayce sat up, breathless, dazed, and utterly covered in dog slobber.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing again.

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, which now had a considerable amount of drool in it, and turned to you with a look that was equal parts betrayal and astonishment. "THIS is Atlas?" he questioned. "This isn’t a dog, this is a whole lion!"

Atlas, completely unfazed by the accusation, plopped his gigantic rear down beside Jayce and gave him a big, toothy, doggy grin, as if expecting more attention.

Jayce blinked at him, eyes wide, before slowly turning back to you. "This is what you meant when you said you had a dog? You left out the part where he’s the size of a horse!"

You grinned as you crouched down next to Atlas, scratching behind his enormous, fluffy ears. "Would you have come over if I told you?"

Jayce opened his mouth, then shut it, clearly re-evaluating his life choices. "Honestly? Maybe not." He let out a sigh, wiping some of the excess drool off his face with his sleeve. "But now that I’m here, I guess I don’t have a choice."

Atlas let out a pleased huff, his tail sweeping across the floor in happy thumps.

Jayce looked at him warily. "He’s not gonna, like… eat me, is he?"

You snorted. "No, Jayce. He’s just obsessed with people he likes. Consider this his way of welcoming you to the pack."

Jayce glanced at Atlas, who was staring at him adoringly, eyes bright, tongue lolling out in an expression of pure joy. Despite himself, Jayce sighed and hesitantly reached out a hand.

Atlas immediately leaned into his touch, practically melting under the attention, his deep, pleased rumble vibrating through his whole body.

"Yeah, yeah," Jayce muttered, watching in mild horror as Atlas lifted a massive paw and plopped it onto his lap, effectively trapping him. "I guess he's kinda cute… in a 'he could kill me in my sleep' sort of way."

You laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to Jayce’s cheek. "You’ll get used to him."

Jayce gave you a long, dramatic sigh. Then, with an air of complete resignation, he reached out and scratched Atlas under his chin, prompting a deep, rumbling groan of bliss from your oversized beast.

"Yeah," Jayce muttered, shaking his head as Atlas nuzzled into him, tail wagging harder than ever. "I think I already have."

VIKTOR

The morning had not gone as planned. Y/N had meticulously arranged for Brutus, her colossal Irish Wolfhound, to be watched while she worked in the lab, but the sitter had cancelled last minute. With no other choice, she had wrangled all 80 kilos of shaggy, excitable muscle into Piltover’s prestigious Academy, leading him down the corridors as he practically dragged her along, nails clicking loudly against the polished floors. Heads turned, students and professors alike eyeing the enormous beast with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Brutus was a sweetheart, really, but he had no concept of his own size. The second the doors to the lab swung open, the enormous dog’s ears perked up. His dark eyes locked onto Viktor, his long tail beginning to thump against Y/N’s leg with increasing intensity. Before she could react, Brutus let out a deep, delighted woof and tore free from her grasp, galloping forward like a force of nature.

“Brutus, no—!” Y/N yelped, lunging forward too late.

Viktor barely had time to glance up before he was nearly flattened, only managing to brace himself against the desk with his free hand as Brutus barreled into him. His cane wobbled slightly under the sudden shift in weight, and he instinctively tightened his grip on it, trying to maintain his balance. The sheer force of the impact made him stumble slightly, his knuckles whitening as he steadied himself. Tail wagging so hard it rattled the nearby equipment, Brutus let out a high-pitched whine of joy, his massive paws lifting slightly off the ground in an attempt to get even closer.

Y/N was there in an instant, desperately grabbing Brutus by his thick scruff and trying to pull him back. “Brutus, off! You’re going to knock him over—Viktor, are you alright?” Her voice was filled with panic, eyes darting to his leg in worry.

To her surprise, Viktor let out a breathless chuckle, one hand braced on the desk while the other tentatively reached up to scratch behind Brutus’ ears. “Well, this is quite the enthusiastic greeting,” he mused, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. There was a warmth to his tone, an openness that made Y/N pause, her grip on Brutus loosening slightly.

Brutus groaned in bliss at the attention, his enormous body relaxing as he flopped against Viktor’s legs. Y/N’s heart lurched. “Brutus, you’re going to hurt his leg—get off him!” she pleaded, trying to haul the behemoth away, her muscles straining against his sheer size.

Viktor, however, waved a hand dismissively, adjusting his stance slightly so his weight remained evenly distributed. “It is alright, Y/N. He is just happy to see me, yes?” He smirked as Brutus, completely ignoring Y/N’s protests, leaned in and licked his face, leaving a wet smear across his cheek. Viktor wrinkled his nose but still chuckled. “It seems he recognises my scent.”

Y/N groaned, still wrestling with the dog’s thick fur. “Of course he does. You’re all over me, so when I come home, you’re the smell he picks up on most.”

Viktor hummed, clearly enjoying that revelation far too much. “I see, I see.” His smirk deepened, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then perhaps I should leave even more of my scent, hm?”

Y/N’s face burned, but before she could snap back, Brutus, completely unfazed by the exchange, let out a pleased huff and finally settled at Viktor’s feet, his head resting on Viktor’s lap as though he had just claimed him as his own. Viktor gave Y/N a sly grin, fingers running through the dog’s shaggy fur with slow, thoughtful strokes. “I believe you have lost this battle, Y/N. Brutus has chosen.”

Y/N groaned, dropping her forehead into her palm. “I can’t believe this. Now I have two troublemakers to deal with.”

Viktor laughed, full and rich, as he scratched Brutus behind the ears. “Oh, I assure you, I am much less work than this one.” He tapped Brutus’ nose, earning a happy chuff in response.

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms as she watched the scene before her. Viktor, looking more at ease than she’d seen him in weeks, a small smile playing at his lips as Brutus lay sprawled across his feet like a contented lapdog. It was ridiculous. It was unfair. It was—

Adorable.

She exhaled in defeat, shaking her head. “Fine. But you’re helping me walk him home later.”

Viktor raised a brow, smirking. “With pleasure.”

Y/N eyed him suspiciously. “Even if he decides to bolt and you have to keep up?”

Viktor tapped his cane against the floor with a small grin. “I will manage.”

Brutus let out a happy, rumbling sigh, and Y/N knew in that moment she was never going to win against the combined efforts of these two troublemakers.

JAYVIK

Jayce stood with his arms crossed, glancing at Viktor with a sceptical expression as they stood outside Y/N’s home. "She’s exaggerating, right? A ‘giant beast’? How bad can it be?"

Viktor shifted his weight onto his good leg, gripping his cane as he shot Jayce a knowing look. "You say that now, but I have learned not to underestimate Y/N’s words. If she says it is a ‘beast,’ it probably is."

Jayce scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Pfft. It’s just a dog."

Before Viktor could respond, the front door swung open, and Y/N stood there with a wide grin, leaning casually against the frame. "Finally! Took you two long enough. Come on in, the dogs have been dying to meet you."

Jayce and Viktor exchanged a glance before cautiously stepping inside. The house was warm and welcoming, the scent of something sweet lingering in the air—maybe tea, maybe fresh bread.

But they weren’t focused on that. Their eyes immediately began scanning the room, looking for the so-called ‘giant beast’ Y/N had warned them about.

And then, from around the corner, a tiny dog trotted into view.

A minuscule, scruffy little Yorkshire Terrier with a puffed-out chest and an attitude far too big for its size. Its wiry coat was a mix of tan and grey, ears perked high with excitement as it strutted forward like it owned the place.

Jayce blinked. "That’s it?"

Viktor tilted his head slightly, studying the tiny creature with an unimpressed look. "This is the ‘beast’?"

Y/N, clearly holding back laughter, crouched down and affectionately scratched behind the little dog’s ears. "Yep. That’s Titan."

Jayce let out a bark of laughter, crouching to the dog’s level. "Oh, come on, Y/N! You made it sound like you had some monster in here!"

Titan—despite being barely the size of Jayce’s forearm—stood proudly, his little tail wagging with confidence. He yapped excitedly and immediately tried to wrestle Jayce’s fingers, gnawing at them with all the ferocity of a tiny warrior.

Jayce grinned. "Oh yeah, real terrifying."

Viktor exhaled, leaning slightly on his cane. "I was expecting something… larger."

And then the ground shook.

A heavy thud echoed through the room.

Jayce and Viktor froze.

There was a sound of something massive moving—slow, deliberate steps, heavy paws pressing against the wooden floor. The air suddenly felt different, thick with an undeniable presence.

And then they saw it.

Emerging from the hallway, like some ancient guardian beast, was a dog so massive it practically had its own gravitational field. A Kangal, broad-shouldered and powerful, with a thick, cream-coloured coat and a dark mask over its face. Its sheer size dwarfed everything in the room, towering over the furniture.

It stared down at them with calm but all-knowing eyes—assessing, judging.

Viktor instinctively tightened his grip on his cane. Jayce slowly stood up, his laughter dying in his throat.

"...A-Are you sure that's not Titan?" Jayce asked, voice suddenly a lot quieter.

Y/N smirked, crossing her arms as the enormous Kangal sat down with a heavy huff, the sheer weight of it making the floor creak slightly. "Nope. That is Peanut."

There was a pause.

A long, painful pause.

Viktor pressed a hand over his face. "You switched their names on purpose, didn’t you?"

Y/N grinned, tilting her head innocently. "I have no idea what you mean."

Titan, the tiny Yorkshire Terrier, let out a high-pitched bark, as if personally mocking them.

Peanut—who could probably take down a fully grown man if he wanted to—merely blinked slowly before gently lowering himself onto the floor with a yawn, completely unbothered by the chaos.

Jayce swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he stepped slightly behind Viktor. "So… uh… he’s friendly, right?"

Y/N gave Peanut a few loving pats on his massive head. "Oh, absolutely. Wouldn’t hurt a fly."

To prove her point, Peanut lowered his massive head onto his paws, staring up at them with the softest, kindest eyes imaginable. His tail gave a single slow wag, clearly too relaxed to care about their presence.

Jayce let out a relieved sigh. "Alright, okay. That’s not so—"

His words were cut off as something launched at his leg.

Titan, the real beast of the house, latched onto Jayce’s ankle with all the force of a miniature hellhound, snarling like he was taking down an intruder.

"WHAT THE HELL—GET IT OFF!" Jayce yelped, shaking his leg in a panic as Titan clung on with surprising strength.

Viktor, for once, looked genuinely amused. "Ah, I see now," he mused, watching the tiny terror gnaw on Jayce’s boot. "Peanut is the gentle one. This is the monster."

Y/N doubled over in laughter. "Yeah, yeah, Peanut’s a sweetheart. But Titan?" She smirked. "He’s the real beast of the house."

Jayce finally managed to shake Titan off, the tiny dog landing gracefully on all fours and immediately puffing out his chest as if he had won the battle. He let out a triumphant bark, clearly enjoying Jayce’s suffering.

Peanut, still sprawled on the floor, let out a long, lazy sigh, completely unbothered.

Jayce ran a hand down his face. "I hate this house."

Viktor smirked, giving Peanut a few careful pats on the head before glancing at Jayce. "I, on the other hand, rather like it."

Titan barked again, eyes locked onto Jayce like he was ready for round two.

Jayce narrowed his eyes. "Don’t you dare."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around both of them and pulling them closer. "Oh, relax, big guy. You’ll get used to it."

Titan wagged his tiny tail. Peanut yawned.

And Viktor? He was definitely enjoying this far too much.

VANDER

The first time Y/N waltzed into The Last Drop with a mountain of fur trailing behind her, everyone assumed she’d brought a bear into the bar. The sheer size of the beast alone made Mylo shriek and scramble onto a table, clutching his drink like it was his last lifeline. Claggor, ever the level-headed one, simply blinked in astonishment, while Vi and Powder immediately rushed over to the dog with stars in their eyes.

“Christ love, what the hell is that?” Vander had asked, arms crossed, eyebrow arched as he took in the massive St. Bernard panting happily at her side.

She grinned, scratching behind the dog’s ear. “This? This is Vander.”

Vander blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Meet Vander.”

Silence.

Then Powder gasped. “She named him after you! Oh my gods, she thinks you look like a dog!”

Y/N snickered as the kids erupted into laughter. Vander pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, muttering something about 'not getting paid enough for this,' despite the fact that he didn’t get paid at all.

From that day on, the beast—Vander the dog—became a permanent fixture at The Last Drop. He would amble behind the bar and flop down with a heavy thud, taking up an alarming amount of space. Vi often used him as a pillow, Powder climbed all over him, and even Mylo begrudgingly warmed up to the enormous canine (after realising Vander the dog wasn’t, in fact, out to eat him).

=

Powder, however, took things a step further. She didn’t just climb on Vander—she practically lived on him. If she wasn’t sitting on his back while he walked around, she was draped over him like a particularly lazy cat. Sometimes, she’d ride him through the bar like a horse, giggling as he lumbered along, completely unbothered. She even tried tying little ribbons in his fur at one point, though Vander (the man) put his foot down when he saw the dog parading around with bright pink bows on his ears.

“Powder, get off him,” Vi groaned one evening as Vander the dog ambled past, Powder sitting proudly on his back like she was the queen of The Last Drop.

“But he doesn’t mind!” Powder protested, wrapping her arms around the dog’s thick neck. “Do ya, big guy?”

Vander the dog huffed in amusement, his tail wagging slightly.

Human Vander shot Y/N a look. “You’re letting this happen?”

She shrugged. “He likes it. Besides, it's free entertainment.”

=

The only problem? Every time Y/N called for her dog, chaos ensued.

“Vander! Come here, boy!”

Two heads turned. The dog’s and the man’s.

Y/N bit back a grin as she watched them both react simultaneously. The dog perked up, tongue lolling, and trotted towards her eagerly. The man, on the other hand, groaned and shot her a look. “Really?”

She shrugged, completely unapologetic. “What? You do kinda look alike.”

More than once, it led to absolute confusion. Like when Powder excitedly shouted, “Vander, wanna treat?” and both Vanders turned to her with equal enthusiasm. Or when Y/N would scold, “Vander, get your ass off the floor!” and human Vander grumbled, “I AM standing up,” while the dog remained unbothered, snoring at her feet.

The worst, however, was when Y/N, exhausted from a long day, absentmindedly muttered, “Good boy,” while patting the dog’s head—only to look up and see human Vander standing there with an unreadable expression.

“Uh—”

“Y’know what? Not even gonna ask,” Vander said, shaking his head before grabbing a pint. “I need a drink.”

Despite all the mix-ups, Vander the man and Vander the dog had an unspoken understanding. The dog was his unofficial replacement whenever he was busy, acting as a very fluffy bouncer when needed. And in return, Vander (the man) made sure the dog had the best scraps from the bar. More than once, Y/N had caught him sneaking the beast a particularly large cut of meat, muttering, "Don’t tell anyone, big guy."

As much as Vander (the man) would complain, Y/N knew he secretly loved the giant fluffball. Because, at the end of the day, she often caught him sneaking the dog extra treats or murmuring, “Good boy,” when he thought no one was looking.

And if Vander (the man) would grumble when the dog responded faster to his name than he did, well… that was just a bonus.

SILCO

"You what?" Silco's voice was flat, but there was a hint of trepidation beneath it.

"I need you to watch Goliath for a few hours." Y/N stood in front of his desk, arms crossed in a way that left little room for argument.

Silco pinched the bridge of his nose. "And why, exactly, am I—crime lord of Zaun, mastermind of an entire revolution—reduced to a dog sitter?"

"Because you're the only one I trust with him."

Silco narrowed his eyes. "I highly doubt that."

"Also because Sevika said, and I quote, ‘I’d rather risk being blew up my Jinx than deal with that overgrown mutt again.’"

Silco turned his gaze to Sevika, who merely took a swig of her drink and grumbled, "Thing nearly sat on my lungs last time. Couldn’t breathe for five minutes."

Silco sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "Fine. But if he eats anything valuable, you’re replacing it."

Y/N beamed. "You’re the best!" With that, she whistled, and a low rumbling growl preceded the appearance of Goliath—a Bernese Mountain Dog of utterly ridiculous proportions.

Thick, glossy black fur with rust and white patches made him look even larger as he lumbered into the room. His huge paws clicked against the floor, and his golden-brown eyes gleamed with excitement as he made a beeline for Silco.

The crime lord tensed. "That is not a dog. That is a bear."

Goliath panted happily, his fluffy tail wagging as he sniffed at Silco’s coat before promptly leaning against him.

"Good luck!" Y/N called over her shoulder as she made a swift exit, leaving Silco alone with the beast.

=

Two Hours Later

Silco was mid-conversation with Sevika, poring over a map of Zaun when he felt it.

A weight. A considerable weight.

At first, it was just a slight pressure against his legs, then a shift of movement. Then—

He glanced down.

Goliath—all 55 kilograms of him—was slowly crawling into his lap.

Silco's lips parted in silent disbelief. "…Is he—?"

Sevika’s eyebrow twitched. "Uh, boss?"

Silco remained utterly still as the massive dog wiggled his way into position, draping his front paws over Silco’s legs, his broad head resting against the crime lord’s chest.

The sheer force of the dog’s weight nearly tipped Silco’s chair back. A very real fear of toppling over and dying beneath a mountain of fur hit him.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.

Sevika, to her credit, was trying very hard not to laugh, but her shoulders were shaking.

Silco glared at her. "Say a word, and you lose another limb."

"Not sayin’ a word," she muttered, her smirk betraying her amusement.

With painstaking slowness, Silco tried to shift the dog’s weight, only for Goliath to release a deep, satisfied sigh and settle in even more.

Sevika let out a sharp snort. "Boss, I think he’s claiming you."

"He is smothering me," Silco deadpanned.

"Same thing."

"Am I the mountain in this scenario?" Silco muttered to himself, exasperated. "Because he is certainly climbing me like one."

Goliath let out a deep huff and burrowed his face into Silco’s coat, completely oblivious to the crime lord’s suffering.

Sevika completely lost it. She threw her head back, laughing in a way Silco rarely heard. "He likes you, boss!"

Silco leaned around the massive dog to fix her with a flat stare. "That is not reassuring."

At that exact moment, the door swung open, and Y/N stepped inside, taking in the sight before her—

Silco, half-buried under Goliath, looking utterly done. Sevika, doubled over in laughter.

Y/N grinned. "Aww, he chose you!"

Silco slowly turned his exhausted, soul-deep stare on her. "Take. Your. Dog."

Y/N only snorted, reaching out to scratch behind Goliath’s ears. "You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?"

Goliath thumped his tail, utterly unbothered.

Sevika grinned. "So, boss, what’s next? You taking him on walks? Maybe getting him a matching coat?"

Silco let out a long, suffering sigh. "I’m never forgiving you for this, Y/N."

Y/N, still grinning, scooped Goliath off him—though it took considerable effort. "I knew you'd be fine."

Silco muttered something about putting a bounty on his own head, while Sevika wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling.

=

The Next Morning

Y/N knocked on Silco’s office door, a bright smile on her face. "Hey, Silco, I need another favour—"

The door creaked open just a fraction.

Silco’s mismatched eyes met hers through the gap, dark circles underlining his exhaustion.

His voice was flat. "No."

The door shut.

Y/N blinked. Then she looked down at Goliath, who panted happily beside her.

"You really did a number on him, huh?"

Goliath wagged his tail, looking far too pleased with himself.

JINX/POWDER

/N sat on the worn leather couch, the rhythmic motion of her sewing machine filling the room with a steady hum as she worked on patching up one of Jinx's pants. The soft flicker of the lamp above cast a warm glow across the space, contrasting the chilly air that had settled into the small room. But it wasn’t the lamp's glow that kept her attention. It was the large, powerful figure of Thor, the Alaskan Malamute, who lay sprawled out beside her. His thick, snowy fur was tousled in places from the day’s adventures, and his calm, steady gaze rested on her as she worked. Thor’s size was impossible to ignore, yet his presence was so gentle, so comforting. He had become a quiet anchor in her life, always nearby when she needed him most, just as he had always been for the kids.

The sound of scuffling boots approached the door, followed by a voice that immediately lifted the atmosphere in the room.

“Y/N! Is Thor in there?” Jinx’s voice rang out, full of energy and excitement. Her high-pitched, almost sing-song tone was unmistakable. A wild grin appeared in the doorway as she bounced in, a whirlwind of unpredictable energy. Her wide blue eyes locked onto the massive dog, and without missing a beat, she practically flew towards him.

“Thor!” Jinx squealed, her voice full of pure joy.

Thor, ever the gentle giant, stood from his resting place with slow grace, his massive paws thudding softly on the floor. His wide, expressive eyes softened as they found Jinx. She didn’t even wait for him to fully stand before she threw herself at him. The moment her arms wrapped around his thick neck, Thor’s tail began to wag, creating a low thrum in the room as it hit the floor.

“Who’s my good boy, huh?” Jinx cooed, her face practically buried in his fur. She pressed her cheek against his massive, soft coat, laughing as she felt the warmth of his body radiate against hers. The Malamute’s thick, plush fur seemed to absorb all of her chaos and return it with unwavering affection.

Y/N smiled softly as she watched them. It always amazed her how easily Jinx, with her unpredictable and fiery personality, had found such a calm, soothing companion in Thor. There was a bond between them, one that was built on trust and the kind of wild, unconditional love that only an animal like Thor could offer.

“You two are inseparable, aren’t you?” Y/N mused, pausing her work for a moment, her hands resting on the worn fabric of the jacket. She looked over at the pair, her lips curving into a fond smile as Jinx continued to giggle, curling herself up against Thor’s enormous frame. The dog’s thick tail thumped the ground in approval, his dark eyes soft and relaxed.

“Yeah! He’s like... my giant fuzzy teddy bear!” Jinx exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. Thor seemed content to just let her cling to him, his massive body completely still as he absorbed the affection.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. The dog was built like a powerhouse—strong, robust, and as imposing as any beast could be. Yet, he was as patient and tender as a pup when it came to Jinx. There was something about him that grounded her. Perhaps it was his quiet, steady presence, or maybe it was his ability to see past the chaos of her nature and simply offer her a moment of peace.

After a few moments, Jinx’s face lit up again.

“Hey, Y/N, can I take him out for a walk? Please?” she asked, her eyes wide and filled with innocent pleading. “I promise I won’t make him run too fast. He deserves a little freedom, right?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “You know how strong he is, Jinx,” she warned gently, knowing well how hard it could be for anyone to keep up with Thor when he was on a roll. “Don’t let him drag you around, alright? And don’t go anywhere too dangerous.”

Jinx pouted playfully, giving Y/N her most exaggerated, pleading expression. “I’ll be fine! Thor and I are practically invincible together!” she declared, already bounding towards the door, grabbing his leash.

Thor’s large, dark eyes shifted from Jinx to Y/N before he bounded towards the door, his powerful frame moving with an energy that surprised anyone who didn’t know him well. Jinx was already tugging at the leash, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Alright, alright,” Y/N said, shaking her head with a smile as she watched them head out. “Just... don’t let him get too carried away.” She stood up and followed them to the door, a look of playful concern crossing her face.

As Jinx led Thor out into the crisp air, Y/N couldn’t help but smile, watching them disappear into the street. It was moments like these—quiet moments of calm after chaos—that reminded her how much Jinx had grown and how she had come to find her own sense of peace, even if it was in the form of a giant, affectionate dog. Thor was her companion, her protector, her furry confidante—and Y/N knew that, with him by her side, Jinx had a little piece of comfort, just like everyone else who had come to love the big dog.

Y/N returned to the couch, picking up her sewing once more, the gentle sound of the machine filling the room again. Despite the temporary stillness in the house, she knew that in their own way, they were all home.