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[kikiiswashere]

Four to Tango

As promised, part two of Waltzing for Three!!!

Thank you for helping me reach 200 followers for this little ol' blog of mine 🥰 And welcome to all the newcomers!

The idea for this ficlet was born of watching my bestie @sand-sea-and-fable help out a pregnant friend by lifting her belly off her hips, and it just sort of spiraled from there.

It's also worth noting that I myself am not a mother, nor have I given birth, nor do I wish to be a mom (husband got the ol' snip-snip). So why this fic? Good question 😅

That being said, I did my best to write about the labor process relatively accurately without getting into the super nitty-gritty of it 😂 So, please enjoy this weird little fever-dream of a fic, and please comment and reblog 💗

Tags for the interested parties: @luhmoon, @legendaryflowercheesecake, @thebeserkvernid, @miffysoo

Pairing: Established Silco x AFAB!Reader

Rating: Teen/Mature (brief reference to oral sex)

CW: Non-graphic descriptions of pregnancy and labor

Insistent cramping had woken you up in the wee-hours one morning, swelling and ebbing in a slow rhythm that sent your heart tapping, a loop of nerves coiling around your gut – little room that there was for it.

Silco had been a terribly light sleeper ever since Vander’s betrayal, ever since those early years on an under-tested Shimmer variant that left his brain unable to fully settle. So, the moment you shifted into a sitting position, he shot up as well.

“What’s wrong?”

Words got gummed up on fear and excitement in your mouth. There was a slight tremor in your fingers as they grazed over your belly. You had noticed it sitting even lower on your hips these past several days. While you were very done with being pregnant, you were still nervous and surprised to say –

“I think it’s time.”

With comical amounts of speed, but awe-inspiring grace, Silco flung himself from the bed, divesting himself of his eyepatch and pajamas. After changing into a simple set of trousers and an old button-up shirt, he fetched the stopwatch Jinx had invented to easily time your contractions, and wrote a tube prompting your midwife that she was needed. It had been decided early on that the babe’s delivery – barring any complications – would happen at The Last Drop. You, nor Silco, were willing to venture outside to a clinic when your family would be at its most vulnerable.

Too nervous to lay down, much less fall back asleep, you began pacing the large bedroom in your large sleep shirt. Every time a contraction locked up and spasmed through your lower belly and back, your fingers pressed the stopwatch’s clicker. And you breathed as the midwife had instructed. Silco kept you company, walking with you up and down the length of the bedroom, holding your hand and becoming an anchor to squeeze when contractions rolled through. Together, you both noted and kept track of their intervals. Their spacing  and length suggested that the little one’s arrival was not imminent, but the consistency indicated that this was indeed labor.

The midwife arrived, ushered in by a half-asleep Sevika. You’d bribed her with an absurd bonus and several pre-paid sessions at Babette’s for her to crash in one of the Drop’s private guest rooms during these last days of your pregnancy. She was needed for security, and to stand-in for Silco when his attention and priorities would be elsewhere.

“Good luck,” she’d grumbled, barely glancing at you before shutting the bedroom door, and trudging back down the hall.

The midwife was a petite, wizened Vastaya who’d been selected for her services not only because of her field prowess, but because she was staunch loyalist to you and Silco. Shimmer had helped save more than one of her clients when the birthing process had begun to go sideways, and that was enough for her to hitch her wagon to your agenda.

She was also direct to the point of rudeness – a personality trait that was wholly welcome given the slippery, hidden, self-serving rhetoric you were used to having to deal with.

“Time?” she asked, setting her medical bag down on your dresser with a heavy thunk.

“Forty-five seconds to a minute, about every seven minutes,” you answered. Then gasped and doubled over as another contraction bent you.

The midwife hummed. “How long?”

“About an hour,” Silco said. He squeezed back at your hand as you rode out the current wave rolling through.

Clucking her tongue, the midwife shook her head, long ears slapping lightly against her horns.

“Early.”

Silco frowned. “You are being more than thoroughly compensated to show up whenever we ask.”

“Indeed. To the bed, miss. Let’s have a look.”

Once your legs were freed from the lock of the contraction, you shuffled to the bed. Silco helped you into position, and the midwife closed in. Her fingers were warm, but the tools were cold. The combination, along with your nerves, caused your lungs to shudder.

“Five,” she declared, drawing her head from between your thighs.

“That’s halfway,” you chuckled weakly. Silco brushed his thumb over your knuckles

The midwife hummed in agreement. “True. But as discussed, this process is not linear. And being your first delivery, it is very likely this will take a while. How is the pain?”

“Fine. Manageable.” It came out as a grit, but she didn’t seem to doubt you.

“You should eat and drink while you can. Is there anything else you want or need right now?”

Together, you and Silco walked to the small kitchen in your private quarters. You rested your forearms on the counter as the length of your spine hammocked behind you, hips gently swishing side-to-side. Silco kept the breakfast blissfully simple: toast with a light slather of butter, and a mug of warmed water with lemon.

Eating was slow going. Between the jitters and contractions, your appetite was seriously curbed. When you finally made it to the second piece of toast, Jinx shuffled into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and bed-headed. Her bedraggled demeanor did not last long though, as her whip-quick senses tuned into the energy of the space. Big, blue eyes tracked between Silco – unusually underdressed – and your strange posture. One could nearly hear the cogs in her head clicking and whirring.

“Is it time?!”

In a flash, she clambered onto the stool next to you, bright and tittering. Her exuberance washed over you in a relieving breeze. Reaching over, you ran a hand through her unkempt hair.

“Sure is, kiddo.”

“When will he be here?”

“Could be a while yet, Jinx,” Silco answered. He set a glass of juice in front of her. “What would you like? Toad-in-the-hole? Porridge? Pancakes?”

“Make ‘em have a face!” she crowed.

A hook of a smile pulled at Silco’s mouth as he turned back toward the stove.

Jinx settled onto the stool; legs kicking merrily beneath her as she sipped her juice.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like intense menstrual cramps.”

Her small face squished in a ponder. While you had had that conversation with her, Jinx had yet to broach into that aspect of puberty. Thus, she had no point of reference.

“Kinda like when you roof-run after eating, and your abs cramp up,” you offered. “Kind of.”

A contraction swelled upon you, and you grit your teeth, face pinching, head dropping. Silco stepped away from the stovetop, and placed a grounding hand between your shoulder blades. Jinx watched, eyes wide and worried. Timidly, she shifted toward you, pressing her forehead to your shoulder.

The pain continued, but was temporarily numbed by the overwhelming love and gratitude for the two people on either side of you.

Your family.

It was never part of the plan when it came to your Silco’s ideas to lift Zaun up, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. And in a few hours, three would be four. Your heart beat big, tapping against your throat as the contraction passed. You clicked the stopwatch.

“That seems worse than roof-run cramps,” Jinx said suspiciously.

You chuffed. “Like I said: Kind of.”

Silco rubbed his hand up and down your spine a few times, before kissing your temple and returning to the stove.

“You remember what we talked about?” you asked Jinx.

She fiddled with her hair, nodding. “I can come and go as I please.”

“Right. If you want to be with us, I want you to be there. If you don’t, that’s fine, too. You get to decide, and it doesn’t have to be right now.”

Jinx nodded again, eyes staring into the middle-distance. Reaching over, you brushed your fingers through her hair again. Her eyes snapped back to yours.

“Are you scared?”

You gave her a reassuring smile.

“No. I’m happy.”

It wasn’t a lie. But a few hours later, your happiness was thoroughly overshadowed by the pain of labor. It was staggering how it had intensified. How it was becoming near non-stop as the space between contractions shortened and shortened. Gravity felt impossible to contend with on top of everything else, so you sank onto your bedroom floor with a low, guttural growl.

Silco had been attentive throughout, anticipating your needs before you even voiced them. Ever your anchor, your source for steadiness. Even now, on your hands and knees, his own wide palms settled onto your hips and pressed in. It pulled an appreciative groan from your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my love.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Your eyes flicked to the bathroom door where Jinx was helping the midwife prepare a warm bath. You were proud of your girl. Admittedly, part of you doubted she would choose to stick around once labor became loud and more intense. When you could no longer keep yourself from crying out, hesitancy had flickered in her eyes, and her brows pitched in concern. But instead of dashing away, she’d reached for your hand and held tight.

“Is there anything you can give her?” she’d asked the midwife incredulously.

The female had smirked, impressed and moved by the girl’s protectiveness of you.

“I have mild pain relievers, but nothing that will fully numb – “

“Shimmer?”

The midwife’s black lips thinned. “That is only to be used in emergencies,” she explained. “It is too potent and powerful to be used for anything other than the most extreme circumstances. Which – “her eyes looked up at your haggard form on the bed – “does not seem probable. Her labor is progressing as it should. There is nothing to worry about.”

Jinx frowned, doubtful, and hunkered closer to your side.

“Seems like a dumb design that it hurts so much.”

“Agreed,” you wheezed.

“Come,” the midwife said, “let’s check you.”

She declared you’d progressed to eight centimeters. That had been three hours ago. And the pain just continued to climb and build.

A small sob burst through your teeth. Silco knelt at your side, quietly saying your name.

“I’m scared, Sil,” you admitted in a whisper. You were thankful Jinx wasn’t near to hear you back-pedal. Your breath hitched and words tumbled out: “I don’t know if I can do this.”

He took your warm and tear-streaked face between his hands, and repeated your name.

“Look at me.”

Reluctantly, your tired and wet eyes focused on his face. He looked at you with fierce earnestness, thumbs sweeping across the apples of your flushed cheeks. Suddenly, part of you grieved that the baby would never know Silco without his scars. Or yours. Outside and in.

Silco called your name again.

“Look at me,” he repeated. Your eyes slid back to his. Blue and red pinned you in place. “You can do this. I’ve not met anyone more tenacious, nor strong, nor as spirited as you. Those are but a few of the reasons I fell in love with you so long ago.” His eyes softened now; his adoration made plain. “You’ve absolutely no reason to doubt yourself.”

A small hiccup bubbled from your mouth, and you pressed your face into the warmth of his palm, breathing him in deeply. Not having properly dressed for the day, he hadn’t put any cologne on. The natural terra-sweet scent of his skin filled your nose. You were grateful for his support, respect, and belief in your abilities. A sudden, silly thought flitted across your mind.

“Not my dance moves?”

A single amused breath huffed from his throat. That infinitesimal smirk – one of the reasons you’d fallen in love with him – appeared on his lips. His blue eye flashed; as it often did when an idea struck him. Silco lifted to his feet, and used a strong grip to pull you to yours. He guided your arms to loop around his shoulders and neck, while his went to your low back. A weary chuckle left you as you understood. Your cheek was a relieved, heavy weight against his shoulder. It had to be a strange sight, this dance configuration: with your body slouched against his, massive belly hanging between you two. Slowly, your feet began gently shifting side-to-side.

“Admittedly,” he murmured against your crown, “your dance moves leave something to be desired right now.”

You laughed, even as another contraction swelled within you. Silco’s hands firmed up on your body, holding you upright as it moved through your body.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you hissed as most of the pain subsided. It was such now that there was no longer any real relief.

“A dance and a suck job? Lucky me.”

Your fingers pinched Silco’s upper back, and you felt the tremor of silent laughter in his shoulders.

“Tub’s ready!” Jinx sang as she flounced out of the bathroom.

Managing to smile at her, despite another great, contracting swell that threatened to bring you to your knees, you took her hand. Silco kept a strong arm wrapped around your middle, and you followed Jinx into the humid warmth of the bathroom.

The water helped. Its heat soothed your pained muscles and aching bones. The irony was not lost on you that you found peace in it. After a few minutes of settling into the tub, you gave Silco a look that to anyone else may have seemed like nothing. But he caught the message in your eyes, and tucked himself close to the tub’s edge, taking your hand. Jinx huddled herself into his lap, nervously fingering the buttons on his shirt.

About an hour later, the midwife’s large ears flicked in your direction as the quality of your breath shifted, as the sounds leaving you turned deeper and more animal. Her deft hands slipped into the water and between your legs.

“Something changed,” you gasped, hunching slightly. “It feels like – “

“It’s time,” she said, pulling her hands from the water. Somehow, she’d also stripped your underwear off in the same movement without you noticing. “It’s time to push.”

Push. The word settled into your body with a deep, innate knowing.

Yes. That’s what you were feeling. The near uncontrollable need to bare down. An old, predetermined instinct washed over you. You could do this.

But you did not want to do it alone.

“Sil.”

The grit of his name and the way you shifted yourself forward spurred your partner into understanding. Swiftly, he stood, deposited Jinx onto the stool he’d vacated, and then stepped into the tub, sliding in behind you. Settling against his chest, your hand ferociously intertwined with his. His heart beat firmly against your back.

“You can do this,” he whispered into your ear.

“Give me your other hand, dear,” the midwife said. You did so and she guided it under the water, preparing you to feel and catch. “Push.”

“Push! Push!” Jinx cried, her little fists pumping and bopping in the air madly.

Gritting your teeth, you did just that. A sound you didn’t know you were capable of making burst from your lungs. When the air ran out, you slumped against Silco’s chest.

“Breath in,” the midwife demanded. You did so. “Push!”

You did again, a roar ripping from your chest. A roar that ended in a surprised yip as something into your hand.

“Again,” the midwife demanded.

And you complied, baring down with everything you had. With all the might and tenacity and power your body could exert. Another battle cry echoed off the bathroom tiles, and a solid weight slid into your hand. You ripped your other hand from Silco’s grip, and pulled a wriggling newborn from the water.

“It’s a boy!” Jinx yelled, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Her brother’s face squidged, and his pink mouth opened in an announcing wail. You joined in and pulled the babe to your chest. Silco went very still behind you, scarcely breathing. Then his hands appeared over yours, cradling the baby at your chest. Like on the night you’d taken in Jinx, he pulled his legs up around you both and held tight.

Later, once the placenta had passed (something Jinx was equally horrified and enthralled by) you were helped out of the tub, and cleaned. The midwife tied off the babe’s umbilical cord, and once some time passed, you watched with an incredibly full heart as Silco severed it.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen the expression on your partner’s face. A soft, careful, wonderous thing. Then it hit you all at once. You were watching Silco fall in love. The notion took your breath away and fresh tears welled in your eyes. Jinx clung to you, and you to her.

“Thank you for being with me, Jinx. It helped.”

The girl beamed up at you, holding on tighter.

“I think it is your turn for a shower, sir,” the midwife said, twisting off the umbilical nub.

Silco watched her hands like a hawk as she did. He slid in once she finished, and wrapped him in a blanket Jinx had decorated. It was a small thing, but you caught the tremor in his hands. Keeping Jinx tucked against your side, you came to stand next to him.

“He’ll be here when you get out of the shower,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yeah! Go get the baby juice off you!” Jinx ordered.

Silco’s expression of awe turned to one of bemusement as he glanced at your daughter.

“Yes. I suppose I should.”

Your own hands shook a bit as you gathered your son – your son! You wondered if the shock would wear off – and ushered Jinx to follow the midwife out of the bathroom.

With no small amount of effort, your body, beyond sore and exhausted, climbed into bed. The baby cooed and nuzzled and fussed against your chest as you settled into the pillows and duvet. Jinx climbed in on the opposite side, and snuggled close.

“He’s already sleeping!”

“It’s hard work being born. Don’t you remember?” you chuckled.

Jinx laughed, “No!”

A small smile curled the midwife’s mouth as she snapped her bag shut. She turned to you and bowed her head.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you said, eyes on your boy. Then you lifted them to hers, and said again, “And thank you.”

She nodded again, horns catching the light in the room.

“It was my honor.”

She gave you and the baby one last cursory check over, and took her leave.

A few moments after she left, there was a knock on the door, and Sevika stuck her head in.

“Ogre!” Jinx cried. “I gotta brother!”

Even Sevika’s presence couldn’t dampen Jinx’s mood.

Silco’s lieutenant grunted, and stepped over to the bed. She stayed at a distance though, craning her neck to peer down at you and the baby.

“Yep. That’s a baby. Congrats.”

“Thank you, Sevika.”

Behind her, Silco emerged from the foggy bathroom in a fresh pair of slacks and an unbuttoned shirt. Sevika tilted her strong chin in his direction and he nodded back.

“I’ll leave you all to it then,” she said.

Her poncho twirled as she spun back to leave. As she and Silco crossed paths, a metal finger tip whipped out from beneath the red fabric, and poked his bare belly. He jolted and shuddered. He sneered at her, but she just snickered and slipped out of the room.

Silco shook his head, damp hair beginning to curl at the ends. He rounded the bed, and climbed in, sandwiching Jinx between your bodies. He leaned over the girl’s head and kissed you.

“What’re we gonna name him?” Jinx pipped.

You and Silco exchanged a look.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted.

“I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” he added.

Immediately, Jinx began rattling off all her suggestions.

Before a name could be decided, you fell asleep. Jinx followed shortly after; her plump cheek pressed against your shoulder. Gingerly, Silco lifted the baby from your arms, and brought him to his bare chest. The boy tensed, and then melted, a small wispy sigh leaving him.

Silco melted, too; a foreign, near indescribable softness filling him up. He brought his hand to the boy’s back, its length and width nearly covering all of him. His son was so small.

His son. His son.

Emotions gripped him so intensely he nearly choked.

Elation, love, fear.

Grief.

There was grief that his child was born technically as a citizen of Piltover. But that anguish was small compared to the other one that had been tucked away in the scar tissue of Silco’s heart ever since you had told him of the pregnancy. A pain that he hated he harbored.

The secret grief was that Vander wasn’t here to see this. The grief that his Brother had ruined any chance of participating in this milestone. The grief of Vander’s death (justified though it was) was scratched open as Silco’s son lay on his heart. The grief that, had things gone differently, Silco would’ve named the boy after his Brother.

“Sil.”

Silco’s head whipped around at the sound of your voice. Your beautiful, exhausted, beautiful face shone up at him. There was a smile on your lips that he wished to taste, so he leaned over Jinx’s head again and pressed his mouth to yours. 

“I told you you could do it,” he whispered leaning back. You smiled and nodded wearily.

The baby grunted and shifted against Silco’s chest, and he pet the back of his head so, so softly. It broke your heart into a million pieces, and then they jumped right back together. Your eyes slid back up to your partner’s profile.

You felt his grief, because it was yours, too.

“I know, Silco,” you whispered. He looked over to you. Jinx snored softly between. “I wish it had been different, too.”

Silco’s eyebrow dropped, and his lips softened. He glanced down at the baby on his chest, and chuckled ruefully.

“I truly don’t know what to name him.”

You shrugged. “We’ll figure it out.”

He nodded. You sat in silence for a while, listening to your children breath. Jinx’s raspy breaths and the baby’s snuffling. It was music to your ears. You would never tire of hearing it.

Just as you were about to doze again, you felt Silco’s energy shift. Eyes sharpening onto him, you watched as he first gently ran his fingers over Jinx’s freckled cheek. Then, so carefully, he lifted the baby from his chest so he could look at his small face.

“You and your sister will have better than we did,” he promised. “Me and your mother will give you a nation.”

Your son’s eyes fluttered open and closed, the bud of his mouth stretching into what looked like a small smile. Your throat tightened horribly, and you tucked your nose into Jinx’s crown.

When you were sure you could speak without choking, you lifted your head and said, “We promise.”

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[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Eight

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find all the other chapters | warnings: profanity, brief mentions of child abuse, smoking

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Eight:

You’d switched out of your heavy jewellery and glittery makeup to a more darker, intimidating look, dark colours and angles in your clothes as you reached for the back door to meet your new tenants. The cold air burst into the warm building, and you stepped outside.

The man from before was looking up at the brothel in awe, the rosey windows and walls rising to the sky. You cleared your throat.

He looked at you, and started. “Oh. Madam.”

Your gaze travelled past him to settle on the two men behind him. He stepped forward, another heavy purse in his hands. You nodded at the two men.

“That’s for me, as well,” he said quietly. You quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, beckoning for them to follow you into the brothel. A girl leaned against the doorway, mask pulled over her eyes as she gave them a beguiling smile, all three of the, filing into the warm glowing building after you. She shut the door after you, lock clicking shut.

You stopped short, eyeing the three men, before pulling out a cigarette and balancing it between your teeth. The vastaya girl stepped forward, holding your lighter for you. You gave her a grateful smirk, inhaling deep. 

“You three will prove useful somehow,” you said quietly. “Show them to their rooms.” The masked girl stepped forward, lips curling at them again as she led them upstairs. They all looked about awkwardly, shuffling after her as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves.

You waited until they disappeared up the landing, and without sparing another second you charged down the hallway, throwing open the back door. You poked your head outside, lip curling into a sneer as smoke coiled from your lips.

You could have sworn you’d seen the orange glow of a cigarette in the dark. No- two cigarettes…? You furrowed your brow, slinking back into the brothel, shutting and locking the door for good. With shaking hands you took a drag, practically spitting out the smoke.

-

Eventually news spread of you taking in three desperate men, and many people began seeking you out for shelter. Shimmer addicts, people being chased by enforcers, some low-life who was in debt or pissed off a big bad and needed to hide, women running from abuse, children seeking shelter from their families- you name it.

And as your business continued growing- not that it wasn’t substantially large already, so did your space. Your influence. Your reputation.

At some point, you deserved to be a Chembaron.

You knew you’d ticked off a good amount of people by taking their targets under your wing, but what would they do? Attack you? The thought was laughable. With so many people owing their lives to you, owing their loyalty, no one stood a chance. The very thought made you tingle, distracted from the two girls sitting on the couch in front of you in your office, over the wooden desk. The rose lay solitary, long wilted.

“M-my dad used to hit me,” the first girl chattered. You frowned at her tattered clothes, not doing much to keep the chill out. The second girl was also shivering, and they both huddled close to each other.

“Please take us in, Madam,” the second one burst out. There were tears in both of their eyes. “We’ll do anything.”

You stood up, silk cascading down your legs as you made your way to them. You cupped your hand under the first girl’s bruised cheek. It was cold. She had wide eyes and mousy brown hair. You flinched.

“I’ll have someone find you a room, or you can share,” you reassured her. They both hugged you, and you flinched, surprised, before petting their heads. The second girl pulled her head away and looked up at your, fear marring her youthful features.

“Will we have to be…”

They looked past the beaded curtains, faces contorted with nerves.

“You know… workers?”

You blanched. “No! Of course not.” The mere thought disgusted you, and you crouched down and stroked her hair. “I’ll find another use for you. Or you can live with me until you’re of age and can pay me back with work or coin.”

She nodded nervously, and you whistled at a worker to take them away. She smiled at them, leading them down the hallway and up the stairs to find them a room. 

You heard a chuckle. “Didn’t think you were still the motherly type.”

You flinched, whirling around to see Sevika smirking at you, arms crossed. You scoffed, lighting up a cigarette you’d produced from the folds of the shawl hanging around your arms. A habit you had whenever you needed to calm your nerves; the second something frazzled you even slightly the cancer stick was in your hand within seconds.

“Why not?” Your voice was hard.

“You know, since you lost the first one.” At your nauseous expression she paused. “Sorry. Too far?”

Your lip curled. “You’d gone too far the second you mentioned her.”

You practically grabbed a masked girl and shoved her towards Sevika. She stumbled into the tall woman’s chest, flushing at the contact, and then blanching at your uncharacteristically angry nature. They both watched you as you stormed into your office, beads angrily swept against the wall. The door you almost never closed behind the beaded curtain slammed shut, rattling the walls. 

Behind it, you heard Sevika curse, then the girl hum, and footsteps. Tinkling beads as they presumably stepped past a curtain into whatever room was free.

You picked up the wilted rose and rolled the thorny stem between your fingers, ignoring the prickling sensation, agitated. Your head was pounding, breathing picked up. You flung the door back open and looked at at a pair who were quietly conversing at the side.

“…ever even closed that door?”

“…she’s usually really calm, the only time she gets like this is when…”

“…used to have a daughter.”

You snapped your fingers at them. “Hey,” you hissed. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

The first girl flushed. “S-sorry, Madam.”

“I’m sure there’s clients that need you.”

She nodded. “Yes, Madam.”

“Now fuck off.”

They both dispersed. You took another deep drag of the cigarette, tilting your head back and letting your eyes flutter half-closed, letting the smoke invading your system settle over your mind like a heavy blanket of fog.

-

Unsticking your eyes, you groaned as you lifted your head from the pillow. Still dressed in yesterday's clothes, tangled in your bedsheets, you felt like shit.

You vaguely recalled the past events of last night, until some point where it all became foggy. Pushing yourself up and off the bed, you spotted a note on the bedside lamp.

“You were embarrassingly drunk last night. I took the liberty of taking you home. Looks like you owe me two favours. -S.”

You flushed, embarrassed, wondering what you’d done. What you’d said. You put the note in the drawer and slammed it shut, sealing it away for good.

[theapollochronicles]

Arcane Imagines

Vi/Violet — The Brawler

BANDIT — vi x vanders!daughter!reader

I Learned From You — vi x middle!sister!reader x jinx

Caitlyn Kiramman — The Enforcer

World Gone Mad — caitlyn kiramman x female!zaunite!reader

Big Jet Plane — caitlyn kiramman x female!zaunite!reader

Powder/Jinx — The Revolutionist

Disease — jinx x silcos!daughter!reader

Taking What’s Not Yours — jinx x female!vastaya!reader

I Learned From You — jinx x middle!sister!reader x vi

Viktor — The Herald

Silco — The Eye of Zaun

Daddy Dearest — silco x vastaya!adopted!daughter!reader

Broken Bones — silco x biological!son!reader

Eat Your Young — silco x gn!vastaya!reader

Sevika — The Muscle

Mel Medarda — The Wolf

Ekko — The Boy Who Shattered Time

[mysticmoon1415]

There are definitely moments in arcane's ending that were ?? but half of tumblr is missing the point of the ending methinks lol

Obviously it's not completely confirmed. But I 100% am sure that Jinx didn't die. I think even if there are decisions that the Arcane writers made in the ending being a little.. questionable, I dont think they would go to the extent of having the character who was suicidal actually dying as a heroic sacrifice. Not to mention who's the face of LoL.

Other users have already pointed out kid Jinx's wish of riding an airship at one point, and the last scene being an airship, and Cait looking over the schematics of the Hex tower with a slight smile on her face.

But what a lot of people seem to missing is the conversation that Jinx was having with Silco while in her cell, about ending cycles of violence. Right before Vi showed up, he said "I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away". That's too much of an impactful line to be thrown away.

After killing Vander/Warwick (for the second time lmao) and finally bringing an end to what she started all those years ago, I think if Jinx had actually stuck around it would have continued to be a cycle like Silco mentioned. Even with Vi reconciling with her. Even if Cait was fine with it and got past her personal grievances. Jinx being the face of undercity rebellion, and before that part of silco's empire, and being one of the nexus points of violence and chaos in Piltover would have continued that cycle. We already saw this begin with Isha, who was the new generation in this cycle. Obviously sucks the hell for Vi, but Jinx "dying" but actually walking away is a mostly new slate for everyone involved. Only after finishing everything that was started by Jinx (unlike if she had actually succeeded in bombing herself at the Last Drop), and leaving, it successfully ends the cycle of killing.

Is it a happy ending? Not really, Arcane was always geared up to be a tragedy, even if they followed it so that the champions ended up as they are in the game. Should maybe the indications of Jinx being alive been a little more clearer? Perhaps, but also Arcane is a show built on little details and callbacks, the ending says it all. But I'm pretty sure that Jinx is still alive and probably going around terrorizing some poor confused vastaya with 'get jinxed' or becoming a pirate in Bilgewater or something of the sort lol.

[mollysunder]

I find it more fun to speculate about Arcane's next season when I focus on what makes narrative sense, rather than what fitted the pre-existing canon. I don't mean it in a way where if I don't like the idea that Vi will become an enforcer I'll go on a diatribe to convince myself that Vi can't be an enforcer and the writers would never do that, and this is how Vi and Jinx reunite. No, I can accept that Vi will be an enforcer because it fits the narrative parallels the story made between Vi and Vander. They're both people that were essentially beaten into submission by Piltover, Vander on the bridge and Vi in prison. The only way either can feel any sense of control is by putting down any subversive elements in that threaten the fragile stability of their home. Vi's taken it a step further by not just collaborating with an enforcer, but now a Councilor, that's an escalation on tip of everything.

I don't give champions like Camille much thought because it doesn't make sense for her to exist in Arcane as she does in League. I'm not even talking about how Hextech's origins have changed, I'm talking about attitudes in Piltover. Not only are hextech augments far off into the future, but attitudes towards augmentation in Piltover, demonstrated by at least one Councilor, are decidedly negative. It makes more sense for Camille to be introduced way after the PnZ war. Her existence would work as a consequence of Piltover’s humiliation at losing, as well as consequence of the ongoing arms race between PnZ.

I'm not trying to say throw out canon, I read plenty of LoL canon to be better informed, but Riot and Arcane don't seem to take it THAT seriously. From example, remember when we saw Scar, the bat vastaya and Ekko's friend, holding a baby vastaya. Baby vastayas haven't been born in over a CENTURY in League. It's a whole thing in Ionia between Ionians and Vastaya and the way Ionians treat magic in the land. That's a huge deal but whatever I guess. Vibes right.

[ferinehuntress]

˚ * ˙ ⭒ ⊱ MUSE DETAILS .

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Snow Leopard ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Lavandula ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　An exotic warm scent of Black Orchid with a soft sensual scent of Jasmine oil mixed with warm undertone sandalwood and amber. Only body wash she uses ever. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, she hates coffee ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Either warm or cold, spiced chai with a mixture of cool milk and dashed with cinnamon powder or a stick of cinnamon ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　Tends to drink different kind of fruit drinks, her favorite being orange juice or a type of fruit punch mix. ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢�� 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Mulled Wine, mixed with hints of spice and cinnamon, dash of orange in red wine. Or Scotch Whisky, a smokey wood flavor, with a touch of sweetness and the slight fruity taste as well, plus the spices. ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　Must also have some kind of meat. Tends to lean into minced bolognese speghetti or a sirloin meat sandwich. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Red Velvet cupcakes, topped with vanilla creme icing and sprinkled with some cinnamon. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Tends to wear button up shirts and pants, also with thigh high boots (low heels). ALWAYS wearing a holster with her pistol on her right side. Colors vary from white, black, blue, purple, or silver. NEVER Navy Blue anymore. ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Chocolate covered strawberries, a hard exterior and sweet soft interior. ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　ambidextrous; but primarily left handed. ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Neat yet slightly wild; a mix of proper penship taught from ehr former education but dashed with wild expressive movement to show her own personal choices. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Clean house, but chaotic organization of her room. Tends to leave papers, folders, and books scattered around when she's busy but she always knows where everything is despite the mess. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, she is a snow leopard vastaya, who hunt at twilight and night, and sleep during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Done when they are done; whether early or last minute all depends on the situation at hand. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Of the five, Caitlyn primarily is physical touch with a secondary of quality time. However, she has a six love language with Vi that is unique only to themselves that no one understands. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. caitlyn does not believe in fate or the idea of love at first sight. Love is hard earned and well kept, learning a person before you can fall in love.

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Tiger ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Violeae ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　A natural smoky scent, with the touches of warm wood, earthy cedar and undertones of leather. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, Vi doesn't like the bitterness of Coffee. ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Sweet tea, often super sweet cold tea, or she tends to favor spice chai teas with some milk. ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　flavored water, typically orange or pineapple. Tends to lean to citrus flavors ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Brandy, tends to favor the ones that have notes of cinnamon, vanilla, a touch of citrus and warm to the taste ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　In Zaun, she tended to eat lots of fish or octopus (avoided teh 'special meat' she use to ahve to eat) but now she prefers thick steaks or meat sandwiches. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Cookies n' Cream ice cream or some triple chocolate cake topped with chocolate shavings. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Leather jackets and baggy pants for easier movement and agility. Comfortable shirts (no sleeves unless absolutely nessecary). ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Mint chocolate or silky milk chocolate bars ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　Left Handed ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Its considered sloppy though still easily read, bold, slightly right slanted. She only knows how to write because Vander taught her to read and write. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Vi tends to have a cluttered messy home, but easy to walk in. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, Tiger are twilight and night hunters and tend to rest during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Task? what task? She just does whatever needs to be done when its ready to do. She tends to get easily distracted and jump from task to task. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Physical touch as she is very touch starved, with a secondary language of acts of service. She has a sixth love language shared with Caitlyn that cannot be done with anyone else. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. Vi has never believed in love at first sight and believes its a fairy tale told to the rich to make them feel all lovey dovey. Even her relationship with Caitlyn was not love at first sight and had to be developed with time.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@jynxd, @zaunseye, @shimmerbeasts, @blackrosesmatron, and @playgroundmonsters ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　anyone who wants to. I think everyone I know has done this, so just steal it from me.

[shimmerbeasts]

Cannibalism in Zaun

Zaun has a practice, which for a lot of outsiders, especially Piltover, is seen as another excuse to condemn them as barbaric and monstrous. That practise is the fact that cannibalism is rampant in Zaun to the point that even children will have eaten human meat at one point. Zaun's cannibalism finds itself in their local cuisine and the way they treat their dead. It has its origins in their Vastayan heritage.

Zaun is mostly populated by the descendants of predator Vastayas of the mammalian and marine variety. Because of this, they have a natural inclination to the consumption of meat of other creatures, specifically what they perceive as prey. That mostly means other Vastaya, usually those of herbivore descendants, but it can also mean humans as, in ancient times, humans were as much a part of the food chain as any other animal. However, because Zaunites are so opportunistic, they will have no hesitation to consume their own, particularly if someone has freshly died.

Cannibalism is so prevailing in Zaun's culture that you can find whole food stands, that specialise in the selling of human meat. Usually, the meat is concealed by being placed in stews or sharply grilled from both ends, making it more reminiscent of a steak. Even stands focused on selling fish like Jericho's tend to have one or two dishes with meat. It is why Zaunites at an early age learn to be extremely precise when they order their meals to make sure they get exactly what they want. Sometimes, Zaunites will deliberately hand a Piltovan a stew with meat just to see their reaction while hiding what they are actually eating.

The consumption of meat is what allows people to be as muscular as they are, whether that be folks like Vander or Sevika. Even Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor consumed human meat in their early years to help them grow. However, some people like Vi eventually completely switch to fish, which means they have to consume more if they wanna remain muscular. It can lead to a rather ravenous eating style.

Zaunites do not bury their dead. For them, a dead body, whether that be a relative or a stranger, is a free source of meat and they are too pragmatic to let that go to waste. It is also why murder looks so bizarrely clean as attackers tend to go for the head or the neck. They want to preserve as much of the meat as possible. It is fairly common for a dead body in the streets to have signs of tearing and cutting as passersby take whatever meat they want. Zaunites are as much scavengers as they are active hunters. It is why most have very sharp claws, pointy teeth, strong jaws or even small hooks on their tongues. They can use those tools to get the meat they are after. They use knives to cut off chunks of meat or even axes to chop off entire limbs if they have more mouths to feed. Even the bones are used, broken open or boiled to gain access to the bone marrow.

The only part of the body, Zaunites never touch, is the head of their victims. That is biological as predators often don't eat the head of their prey. Just as most predators do not eat live meat. Because of this, sending a head to another person has become the universal shorthand for this person was killed and eaten by us. It is very common among the Chem-Barons to do this as a warning and threat towards their rivals.

Even so, there will always be certain Zaunites, who will avoid consuming human meat out of personal conviction or morality. These people tend to find alternative sources of meat, whether that be fish, which is always the main source of nutrition for Zaun, even with this habit, or the catching of insects such as firelights or lizards. Some very stubborn Zaunites even rob Piltovan butchers to get their fill of animal meat. This last method is less common as it basically asks for trouble.

Especially because the Enforcers, especially those stationed at Stillwater, know of those habits and have developed their own countermeasures, including their uniform helmets, which outside of depersonalising them, also makes it very hard to actually attack their heads and neck. The uniform of an Enforcer, working in Zaun, is built to withstand a variety of claws and fangs, making it significantly heavier and more robust than the elegant, sleeker ones, worn by Enforcers in Piltover.

[jynxd]

    ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Imprinting 

             ͟͟͞͞➳❥ As Vander (lion vastaya)

  ➳❥Silco - When Vander was still young and deeply in love with Silco, he wasn't aware too much of his vastaya nature. Specifically in regards to how it reacted as far as personal connections. In this case, Vander had an extremely tight bond,. An unbreakable one at the time. So, because of this Vander somehow imprinted on Silco. It was because of this imprint that that day at the River pilt that he was not able to kill Silco. This is also the reason he struggles as much with his feelings for Silco after the attempted murder.

           ͟͟͞➳❥ As Warwick (wolf vastaya)

➳❥ Vi - Once he was awoken and escaped Singed. The wolf, feeling the connection between Vander and Vi from past memories, immediately imprinted on her. This imprint is a familal imprint, similar to that of how a parent protects their young. As a result this means that anyone who comes in proximity to her with the ill intent will be attacked by Warwick as it will fuel protective anger.

➳❥ Jinx - The same case as stated above. Though during this case this can happen whether or not he has left Singed's lab. In cases with a specific Jinx, his anger is increased tenfold by being a hound. During those times he is more brutal but it's all done in protection of her.

➳❥ Ekko - The same applies here, though typically similiar to Vi's. Ekko wasn't a child he raised as much compared to Benzo, however, the wolf still views him as his cub/pup. (Note that if there is a situation where there is a confrontation between Jinx and Ekko he will not interfere, even if hounding calls for it.)

[zaunseye]

SILCO

𝕲ENERAL INFORMATION

Aliases: “The Eye” “The Eye of Zaun” Species: Human (Mutated) Age: 47 yrs Apparent Age: Late 40’s Place of Birth: Undercity, Zaun, Runeterra Date of Birth: 20th November (♏︎) Hair: Black w/ Gray Streaks Eyes: Aqua(Right), Black/Orange(Left) Nationality: Zaunite Height: 5’11” / 182cm Weight: 168 lbs Gender: Intersex Masc

𝕯ESCRIPTION

Silco is a slim figured man who stands tall and confident. His raven black hair, complimented by streaks of silver, is trimmed into a businessman's cut and slicked back. His eyes, the most distinguishing part of his face, are both different. His right eye is a shade of aqua, cold and sharp as a winter’s day on the River Pilt. His left eye is surrounded by dark staining, gashes of scarring trailing up from his lips to his cheekbone and temple. The sclera has been mutated black, and the iris malformed and bright orange, glowing in low light.

His manner of dress is ostentatious and sleek, most commonly a red shirt, white silk necktie, a black and gold vest, a pair of black pants and black boots, all tucked behind a long black coat with a high collar. He walks with grace and confidence in each step, with a steady and long gate.

𝕻ERSONAL INFORMATION

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single, but open to sexual encounters

𝕺THER INFORMATION

Mental Health Status: Shocked, Bitter Disorders/Mental Illnesses: Depression, Cluster B Traits Alignment: Lawful Evil Personality: Calculated, Intelligent, Confident, Even-Tempered, Wise Special Traits: Charismatic, Cult of Personality, Relentless, Tactician

Likes: Rebellion, Industry, Knives, Cigars, Brandy Dislikes: The Oligarchy, Traitors, Hesitance, Restraint, Temperance

𝕱UN FACTS

⟴ Has 17-beta hydroxysteroid dehydrogenase 3 deficiency (Intersex) ⟴ Knows how to wood carve ⟴ Can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue

𝕭ACKSTORY

Silco was born with the name ‘Laurel’ to a human father and a bat Vastaya mother. He had been born intersex and assumed female, but his parents never placed any gender pressures on him. Neither parent survived far into his childhood, though, with his mother dying from an infection of the blood when he was five, and his father later dying in a mining collapse when he was ten. With no guardians, Silco was taken in by the mining colony and raised communally with several other children. One of those children was named Vander, and the two bonded from a young age beyond any of the other children. They became near inseparable through their early teens, when both of them were assigned to cleaning out the gear shafts above the mining fissures. This was where Silco learned to freerun and climb. Many would claim Silco and Vander to be a couple as they grew older, but they never came out publicly with their feelings.

Once he was old enough, Silco was moved to the mines as a worker, and treated no better than an animal at times by the Piltovan owners of the mines. Lashings and corporal punishments were commonplace in the colonies, and Silco was no exception to them. Luckily for him, Vander had been assigned to the same colony, and acted as a confidant and support for him through the difficult times. They would nurse each other’s injuries, lift each other’s spirits, and defend one another in the many fights that spawned in the fissures. Silco became what was known as a ‘tunnel rat’, a miner who was sent into the tight and cramped tunnels of the lower fissures to collect loose samples and open new passages through caverns. Vander became a ‘pummel boy’, someone who would use cast iron gauntlets to break apart larger rock formations and clear new paths for miners. Together, the two made entire mazes of new paths for miners to work through.

As the urge for rebellion grew amongst the abused workers in the fissures, Silco and Vander found themselves at the forefront of organization for the resistance. Knowing the tunnels and pathways best, having made them, Silco and Vander were able to lead several smuggling operations, getting weapons into the colony while sneaking innocents out. This system became known as ‘The Underground’. Other allies began to join their ranks, like Benzo, a merchant and fence, who helped fund and broker their weapons deals, or Sevika, a young miner who offered her support as a bodyguard for the groups of escaping civilians.

It was all going according to plan, until the Grey nearly killed half of their organization, Silco included. He was sick for weeks, with Vander staying by his side, desperately trying to keep him alive. Silco read books during his recovery in hiding, studying the undercity’s history extensively. He began referring to the undercity by it’s true name: Zaun. Eventually, Silco fought past his illness when the Grey was contained within the Kiramman vent system. He never forgot his near death experience, or who was the cause of it: Piltover. Kiramman’s act of ‘generosity’ was never taken as such, only understood to be a means of keeping the much-needed Zaunite workforce alive. It was during this time that Silco began to dream of killing the council once and for all, to rob the Piltovans of their leadership.

With their leadership restored, the Underground rose up in one large attack on the occupying Piltovan forces. With their accumulated firepower, understanding of the gas leaks in the fissures, and the secret mazes, the Underground was able to completely dismantle the Piltovan forces, essentially running them out of the undercity. Vander was lauded as a hero, while Silco, who was never as social or friendly, was seen as the cunning but cruel genius behind their deadlier encounters with Piltover. He was seen as a risky bet, while Vander was regaled as a surefire victory. Silco didn’t resent his role. Fear was sometimes more powerful of an emotion than hope, and he would use it to his advantage against his enemies.

Without Vander’s knowledge, Silco became the architect behind several bombings of enforcer cars in Piltover, extending the battle from defense of the Lanes to a full on conflict with topside. Vander, seeing the danger this posed to the freshly growing undercity, launched an investigation into he source of these bombings. When he discovered it was Silco, he also discovered the larger plan: Blowing up the Council tower.

That night, Vander invited Silco out for a late night rendezvous at the River Pilt. Silco came, expecting a private, romantic moment with his love. Instead, he was met with a surprise attack. Vander attacked him with a right hook, then slammed his face into the jagged edge of a broken barrel. Silco fought for his life, but Vander was too strong for him, strangling him as he dragged him into the toxic water of the river. Silco was still struggling and writhing as he was shoved under the surface. In his fighting, he expended all his air, and began to drown. He was faced with a question: “Have you had enough?” and in the face of his mortality, chose to fight and live. He grabbed the knife in Vander’s belt, a sentimental gift he had held on to since their childhood, and plunged it into Vander’s arm to free himself. He escaped the attack, but not without injury.

The left side of his face had been burned and infected by the toxic waters, threatening his life even after his survival. He managed to reach the old abandoned cannery before collapsing, where he was found by a disgraced Piltovan doctor, who used experimental alchemy to keep him alive and save his eye. He performed surgery to remove the infected tissue which included Silco’s left eyelid, but he just managed to save the man’s life. Without purpose, Silco fell into a deep depression, but his fury bore him through the dark nights and into a new perspective. With the doctor, he formed a new alliance. Silco used his accumulated undercity wealth to fund the doctor’s experiments with a new chem: Shimmer. The doctor also performed gender-affirmation surgery on Silco, giving him the body he’d always preferred.

He found those who were loyal to his idea of battling the oppressive topsiders, as well as several young children who had otherwise been abandoned by society. With his newly formed gang, Silco began to spy on the Underground’s activities, picking up hints of an upcoming revolt against Piltover in a bid for better living conditions. Much to his surprise, Vander actually came to him in an attempt to unite their forces against Piltover, which he refused to do outright. Vander’s revolt was doomed, and he wasn’t going to sacrifice his own people for a pointless display of ambivalence. He was right, as it became known as “The Bloodbath of the Bridges”, where the majority of unruly Zaunites were killed by enforcers, including Vi and Powder’s parents.

After this, the Underground went quiet, but so did topside. Silco investigated, discovering that Vander had struck a deal with the enforcers to keep the peace. Disgusted, Silco went no-contact with Vander and the Underground, focusing his efforts entirely on the development of shimmer, which he saw as the true weapon against topside. He still kept notes on Vander’s activities, spying on his new found family and work as the owner of the Last Drop, a central watering hole for the Lanes. When Vander’s children went on an adventure topside, which went terribly wrong, Silco saw his opportunity to strike.

[EVENTS OF SEASON 1, ACT 1 OCCUR]

Silco took in one of Vander's adopted children, who told him her name was once Powder, but now she wanted to be known as Jinx. He respected her change, and eventually adopted her as his daughter, despite the protests of his lieutenant, Sevika. He began to teach her the ways of his work, allowing her to be present for all manner of meetings, torture sessions, and executions. He wanted to harden her, to make her strong enough for the upcoming revolution.

To Piltover, he projected the persona of a rising industrialist, developing the undercity into a thriving business opportunity. He became one of the first of the Chem Barons, an elite group of business leaders from Zaun, exerting his political and monetary power over the people.

One day, while finally having secured the Last Drop as his new headquarters, Silco was attacked by a spy. He was stabbed and poisoned with a knife, and would have died had it not been for Jinx bursting in and attacking the spy, herself. Sevika was the one to land the killing blow on the attacker, and took Silco to Singed for treatment. Jinx came along out of her own insistence, and ended up helping the doctor with his work saving Silco's life. [fic ver. here]

Recognizing her potential, Silco decided to have Jinx brought into the fold of his empire, allowing her to get an education on explosives and inventing from books and tinkering. He had her work specifically against the newly formed group known as the Firelights, a collection of youthful rebels against Silco's vision for Zaun.

Over the next years, Silco and Singed would create more readily available forms of shimmer, allowing the drug to overtake the undercity from within. With his new power as the undercity's most successful chem baron, Silco took control of the Lanes, developing the chemtank guards with the Mad Chemist as a way to patrol the streets and his factories. All of this criminal empire was grown under the nose of Piltover, who despite their investigations, were never able to find any true evidence of how organized Silco's operations were. He had become the king of the underground, regardless of who he had to crush along the way.

[EVENTS OF SEASON 1 ACTS 2 & 3 OCCUR]

[valiantthearts]

―  THE EMERGENCE OF PINK .

Pink has always existed with Vi, Pink is Vi's darkest nature, the aggressive enraged tiger. The one that wants to fight, likes to fight, and is thrilled by the damage she can cause by the power of her hands. She doesn't care about power for money or fame or any arrogant connection: Vi's power is the strength she uses to protect herself or those she cares about. However, in Stillwater, Vi has no one to protect but herself.

There are multiple different reasons why Vi is so aggressive and inclined to rage. One is the PTSD that she has gone through, which has made her anger snap at even the quickest of situations whether voiced words or actions. She has Survivor's guilt and with the PTSD, caused angry outbursts she had no control over her anger. Vander saw these problems, and so he worked on finding ways to positively handle her aggressive tendencies that would snap out like a crocodile in the water. IT WORKED! Vi had more self-control and constructively worked through it. She could maintain Pink while still being a young child.

Until Stillwater.

Here, Vi had no way to constructively control her rage, wrath, and aggression. For months, Vi tried! She kept to herself, she would take out her aggression in her room and beat at the wall. She would use the pipes to exercise, doing pull-ups and hanging on them to do sit-ups in the air. She would do push-ups on the floor and against the wall, she took everything Vander had taught her to maintain her control. But Vi was heartbroken as well, she had lost EVERYTHING and blamed herself because she abandoned her sister (even though she had been captured by Marcus which was not her abandoning but she perceived it this way). Vi would wait til the darkness where she would bury herself in her arms and cry because it was the only time when the darkness hid her pain and heartache. She was scared, alone, and traumatized. Her dreams were nightmares, of Silco, of Vander dying in her arms, of hearing his heartbeat stop, seeing Mylo and Claggor in the blood and the shimmer mosterous hounds over her. Sometimes her nightmares would show Powder laughing with the dead bodies, standing on top of them holding the little bunny. Powder held up her fingers pointing at Vi and telling her 'It's all her fault'. Every night was riddled with nightmares and caused Vi to spiral even more.

Vi had been in a cell by herself for a year, trying to cause no trouble for anyone and formulating how to get out of Stillwater. One day, she was assigned a cellmate, which was the breaking point for Vi. This man taunted the young woman, poking at the beast. Vi could see the animal of his, amused that this massive man who towered over her had a tiny raccoon for his vastaya heritage. Her tiger snapped and snarled at the raccoon, as Vi would glare at the man. (this is about Vi's ability to see vastaya animals like they are real; refer to her gemstone power headcanon).

It was the mention of Silco that caused Vi to snap. She had shoved him against the wall and demanded to know what he knew and to find out about Powder. She racked her claws, demanding more information. Bloody fingers and anger as she snapped her jaws and he growled and told her Powder with Silco. Powder was nothing more than a toy. He knew he was pressing buttons, he wanted to piss off Vi. He had no idea what he was unleashing. It led to an all-out brawl and Vi completely released her inner beast and rage. There was no one to stop her, no one to protect. This was Vi in her angriest and most wrathful state. She didn't hold back, whereas Vi had controlled her anger upon the bridge to protect Vander, Claggor, and Mylo; in prison, she had no reason to hold back.

In the end, the man was a mangled mess of death, with a cracked skull, torn-up face, and shattered ribs with a broken arm. She didn't even have time to process when an enforcer came into the room and she immediately lashed out at her, slashing and fighting her only to snap her neck with a powerful clamp of her arms that broke her spine.

Before Vi had a moment to realize what she had done, it was too late. At that point, Vi found Pink, the darkest part of her mind of rage and aggression that she finally let loose. This was Vi's first charge of Manslaughter, as she had to struggle for months to realize what she was becoming, what she was letting loose. And over the years, it became worse. Vi at first feared this, but over the years, she was forced to slowly accept the fact.

Vi was Pink, and it was the only way to survive in this cruel environment.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

A Wolf at the Door

by shark___girl

A Vastaya -- a creature born to thrive in wild magic, and to be encompassed by nature. Instead, Ren is born to the Lanes, the Undercity of Pilltover. She must learn to survive. Yet all she can find herself wanting as of late is revenge.

Words: 851, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Ekko (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends)

Relationships: Vi (League of Legends) & Original Character(s), Jinx (League of Legends) & Original Character(s), Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends) & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Vastaya (League of Legends)

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[zauntigress]

―  THE EMERGENCE OF PINK .

Pink has always existed with Vi, Pink is Vi's darkest nature, the aggressive enraged tiger. The one that wants to fight, likes to fight, and is thrilled by the damage she can cause by the power of her hands. She doesn't care about power for money or fame or any arrogant connection: Vi's power is the strength she uses to protect herself or those she cares about. However, in Stillwater, Vi has no one to protect but herself.

There are multiple different reasons why Vi is so aggressive and inclined to rage. One is the PTSD that she has gone through, which has made her anger snap at even the quickest of situations whether voiced words or actions. She has Survivor's guilt and with the PTSD, caused angry outbursts she had no control over her anger. Vander saw these problems, and so he worked on finding ways to positively handle her aggressive tendencies that would snap out like a crocodile in the water. IT WORKED! Vi had more self-control and constructively worked through it. She could maintain Pink while still being a young child.

Until Stillwater.

Here, Vi had no way to constructively control her rage, wrath, and aggression. For months, Vi tried! She kept to herself, she would take out her aggression in her room and beat at the wall. She would use the pipes to exercise, doing pull-ups and hanging on them to do sit-ups in the air. She would do push-ups on the floor and against the wall, she took everything Vander had taught her to maintain her control. But Vi was heartbroken as well, she had lost EVERYTHING and blamed herself because she abandoned her sister (even though she had been captured by Marcus which was not her abandoning but she perceived it this way). Vi would wait til the darkness where she would bury herself in her arms and cry because it was the only time when the darkness hid her pain and heartache. She was scared, alone, and traumatized. Her dreams were nightmares, of Silco, of Vander dying in her arms, of hearing his heartbeat stop, seeing Mylo and Claggor in the blood and the shimmer mosterous hounds over her. Sometimes her nightmares would show Powder laughing with the dead bodies, standing on top of them holding the little bunny. Powder held up her fingers pointing at Vi and telling her 'It's all her fault'. Every night was riddled with nightmares and caused Vi to spiral even more.

Vi had been in a cell by herself for a year, trying to cause no trouble for anyone and formulating how to get out of Stillwater. One day, she was assigned a cellmate, which was the breaking point for Vi. This man taunted the young woman, poking at the beast. Vi could see the animal of his, amused that this massive man who towered over her had a tiny raccoon for his vastaya heritage. Her tiger snapped and snarled at the raccoon, as Vi would glare at the man. (this is about Vi's ability to see vastaya animals like they are real; refer to her gemstone power headcanon).

It was the mention of Silco that caused Vi to snap. She had shoved him against the wall and demanded to know what he knew and to find out about Powder. She racked her claws, demanding more information. Bloody fingers and anger as she snapped her jaws and he growled and told her Powder with Silco. Powder was nothing more than a toy. He knew he was pressing buttons, he wanted to piss off Vi. He had no idea what he was unleashing. It led to an all-out brawl and Vi completely released her inner beast and rage. There was no one to stop her, no one to protect. This was Vi in her angriest and most wrathful state. She didn't hold back, whereas Vi had controlled her anger upon the bridge to protect Vander, Claggor, and Mylo; in prison, she had no reason to hold back.

In the end, the man was a mangled mess of death, with a cracked skull, torn-up face, and shattered ribs with a broken arm. She didn't even have time to process when an enforcer came into the room and she immediately lashed out at her, slashing and fighting her only to snap her neck with a powerful clamp of her arms that broke her spine.

Before Vi had a moment to realize what she had done, it was too late. At that point, Vi found Pink, the darkest part of her mind of rage and aggression that she finally let loose. This was Vi's first charge of Manslaughter, as she had to struggle for months to realize what she was becoming, what she was letting loose. And over the years, it became worse. Vi at first feared this, but over the years, she was forced to slowly accept the fact.

Vi was Pink, and it was the only way to survive in this cruel environment.

[sandraharissa]

If the teaser counts as canon then it's already confirmed something more from another person was indeed needed to create Warwick, but it's Singed's blood. So maybe Singed is the thinker and Vander the breaker. And ig that opens the possibility for even more stuff to be put into Vander (like ppl suggested he's being transfused vastaya blood and that's why he's a werewolf).

I definitely think that Warwick should somehow deal with Silco and their relationship and Silco's influence on Vander as a person so this could be one way to do this but it's not necessary. One thing that really makes me think this is not happening is that I think Silco served his purpose in the story and that he's essentially the fishbones backstory and also there's no indication of there being two ppl inside of Warwick anywhere in the lore. On the other hand his body is right there, just like Vander's was and without other fans I'd never imagine they'd bring Vander back from the dead by turning him into a furry, I'd immediately discard this idea as ridiculous, and so far Vander and Silco's arcs were supposed to parallel each other so who knows (tho fishbones could count as the ghoulish version of Silco but it's not quite the same as Warwick cos it's not really Silco but the figment of Jinx's mind).

I strongly headcanon that Silco didn't know Singed was keeping Vander's body in his lab and turning it into a monster. Because there's no way Silco would have been normal about it. Singed doesn't outright lie often, if at all - he's all for hard truths. But he probably knows his patron is very weird about Vander (Silco thinks himself very cold and restrained, but anyone who spends time with him hears about how He's Totally Over It and Is Stronger Now. See, Deckard). Singed doesn't want someone in his lab monologuing and drinking at random hours of the day and night when he's trying to torture the subject conduct experiments. If Silco asked "what's behind that door?" Singed would have to say "reanimation is a topic of significant personal and professional interest to me, and I pursue it in my spare time using part of the facility not otherwise occupied. So far the results have regrettably borne little resemblance to the original subject, but negative study results are of value to science too." And Silco must know Singed had Vander's body. Immediately after the cannery incident Singed was badly injured, and the only people (that we know of) who could have dragged off Vander's body for Singed were Silco's remaining crew. I suppose you can hypothesise the body ended up on the black market and Singed bought it later, or something. ...anyway, it's Silco who should be asking "what's that you have there?" and Singed saying "a smoothie?" I still think there's a 10% chance that Warwick has some of Silco in him and that's what makes Singed eventually able to create a thinking monster from a corpse. I rambled about this theory here and in this fic.

[ferinehuntress]

―  [ T ] HE EMERGENCE OF PINK .

Pink has always existed with Vi, Pink is Vi's darkest nature, the aggressive enraged tiger. The one that wants to fight, likes to fight, and is thrilled by the damage she can cause by the power of her hands. She doesn't care about power for money or fame or any arrogant connection: Vi's power is the strength she uses to protect herself or those she cares about. However, in Stillwater, Vi has no one to protect but herself.

There are multiple different reasons why Vi is so aggressive and inclined to rage. One is the PTSD that she has gone through, which has made her anger snap at even the quickest of situations whether voiced words or actions. She has Survivor's guilt and with the PTSD, caused angry outbursts she had no control over her anger. Vander saw these problems, and so he worked on finding ways to positively handle her aggressive tendencies that would snap out like a crocodile in the water. IT WORKED! Vi had more self-control and constructively worked through it. She could maintain Pink while still being a young child.

Until Stillwater.

Here, Vi had no way to constructively control her rage, wrath, and aggression. For months, Vi tried! She kept to herself, she would take out her aggression in her room and beat at the wall. She would use the pipes to exercise, doing pull-ups and hanging on them to do sit-ups in the air. She would do push-ups on the floor and against the wall, she took everything Vander had taught her to maintain her control. But Vi was heartbroken as well, she had lost EVERYTHING and blamed herself because she abandoned her sister (even though she had been captured by Marcus which was not her abandoning but she perceived it this way). Vi would wait til the darkness where she would bury herself in her arms and cry because it was the only time when the darkness hid her pain and heartache. She was scared, alone, and traumatized. Her dreams were nightmares, of Silco, of Vander dying in her arms, of hearing his heartbeat stop, seeing Mylo and Claggor in the blood and the shimmer mosterous hounds over her. Sometimes her nightmares would show Powder laughing with the dead bodies, standing on top of them holding the little bunny. Powder held up her fingers pointing at Vi and telling her 'It's all her fault'. Every night was riddled with nightmares and caused Vi to spiral even more.

Vi had been in a cell by herself for a year, trying to cause no trouble for anyone and formulating how to get out of Stillwater. One day, she was assigned a cellmate, which was the breaking point for Vi. This man taunted the young woman, poking at the beast. Vi could see the animal of his, amused that this massive man who towered over her had a tiny raccoon for his vastaya heritage. Her tiger snapped and snarled at the raccoon, as Vi would glare at the man. (this is about Vi's ability to see vastaya animals like they are real; refer to her gemstone power headcanon).

It was the mention of Silco that caused Vi to snap. She had shoved him against the wall and demanded to know what he knew and to find out about Powder. She racked her claws, demanding more information. Bloody fingers and anger as she snapped her jaws and he growled and told her Powder with Silco. Powder was nothing more than a toy. He knew he was pressing buttons, he wanted to piss off Vi. He had no idea what he was unleashing. It led to an all-out brawl and Vi completely released her inner beast and rage. There was no one to stop her, no one to protect. This was Vi in her angriest and most wrathful state. She didn't hold back, whereas Vi had controlled her anger upon the bridge to protect Vander, Claggor, and Mylo; in prison, she had no reason to hold back.

In the end, the man was a mangled mess of death, with a cracked skull, torn-up face, and shattered ribs with a broken arm. She didn't even have time to process when an enforcer came into the room and she immediately lashed out at her, slashing and fighting her only to snap her neck with a powerful clamp of her arms that broke her spine.

Before Vi had a moment to realize what she had done, it was too late. At that point, Vi found Pink, the darkest part of her mind of rage and aggression that she finally let loose. This was Vi's first charge of Manslaughter, as she had to struggle for months to realize what she was becoming, what she was letting loose. And over the years, it became worse. Vi at first feared this, but over the years, she was forced to slowly accept the fact.

Vi was Pink, and it was the only way to survive in this cruel environment.

[shimmerbeasts]

Send ⏳️ for your muse to meet the younger version of my muse- vi with jinx (omg powder meeting her older sister now o.o)

Meet My Muse Young||Accepting.

The explosion rocketed Powder backwards with such force that she only realised with a slight delay what had happened. Her Monkey Bomb had finally worked! She had saved them all! Oh, Vi would be so very proud of her! Powder giggled happily to herself.

Her blue eyes were wide in awe as she watched the sparks of blue magic swirl around her. They were as fine as flakes of snow and painted the sky a deep azure blue. Somehow, it felt like they were even cushioning her fall, making it seem more like she was falling into deep, rich waters as opposed to hurling her way down a building.

Suddenly though, something changed. White streaks of electricity buzzed around the beautiful sparks of blue. The air hissed and Powder's skin crawled with goosebumps. Her hair stood up. Something was going wrong! Like it always did.

"No!", Powder yelled in panic and twisted around in her fall, "No! Not again! I did not mean to! I merely wanted to help! I only wanted to help! VI!"

Colours spiralled around her and she could feel herself being hurled across something. Powder screamed in panic and groped the air for anything, which might protect her. But her fingers rushed through the soup of colours and sparks like wet paint. Shielding her face, Powder squeezed her eyes shut as painfully as possible and prayed to Janna that whatever this was, would be over soon. This was not funny anymore!

Maybe Janna heard her prayer. Maybe the chaotic magic had decided that it had enough of tossing her about, but eventually, Powder found herself lying flat on her stomach on an open road. A little blue spark of magic settled on her arm. The cool touch made her look up. Her heart sank. Nothing looked familiar.

The only thing, Powder could identify with certainty was that she was not in Zaun anymore. The large, wide streets and the marble, gold and blue looked more like Piltover. Oh, crumbs! Was she topside? Powder scrambled to her feet; her heart racing in a panic. She whirled around to get an idea of her surroundings. She did not remember, Piltover being this dark. Had someone locked their doors? Were those bolted shut windows?

Confusion mingled with fear as Powder trod down the road. Piltover had always felt big and oppressive and kind of hostile to her, but now, there was a new sense of dread. Even though she was nothing but a little child, her underdeveloped Vastaya genes could still tell that she was in grave danger. She had to get out of that open street now. Find shelter. Figure out how to get back to Vi.

Find Vi! Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

Powder bolted up a flight of stairs and took a left turn to get away from the plaza. Now in the relative protection of the dark, the little girl strained her nostrils as she inhaled the air, desperately trying to sniff out anything, which was familiar. Any traces of a tiger. But Topside smelled so unfamiliar. Always had. The heavy spices, the cool steam, the many different people... All those smells burnt through her nose and made it hard to tell anything apart.

There! That kind of smelled like a tiger. Powder bolted in the direction of the smell. This tiger smelled older and weirdly rancid. The rancid, spicy smell made her think of the drinks, Vander served adults in The Last Drop. Whiskey and beer and other beverages, which the children were not allowed to touch. It still did not stop Mylo from trying. Allegedly, he had succeeded once in downing a whole jug of something. Whatever that something was, had landed in the gutter five minutes later. Powder had the feeling that the big adult drinks were restricted for a reason, and she was not keen on figuring out why.

Dashing around a corner, Powder stopped and pressed herself against a house wall. Peering around the corner, she spotted a tall, scary figure in front of an old metal staircase, leading up to what seemed to be apartments. The figure was huge, easily towering over Powder, should she be noticed. Her strongly emphasized back and arms were bursting with tightly packed muscles. Grime and dirt caused her torn shirt and pants to reek. Oily, black paint clung to her hair and covered her back. Powder could not make out the woman's face, however, she was hunched over and made awful retching noises, her chest convulsing. Spit and something else flew from her lips. Powder gave a panicked mewl and shoved her hands against her mouth to muffle the sound as she tried scampering backwards as fast as possible.

[jynxd]

Warwick Headcanon Overview

     ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Conditions

 ➳❥ Memory - Despite Singed's best efforts, Warwick still retains his memories and experiences as Vander. This often causes a great deal of mental trauma for him. (Headcanon pending.)

 ➳❥ Mental instability - Due to his extensive trauma, he usually sees the young versions of power/jinx, vi, and ekko. (pending)

 ➳❥ Emotional instability - Warwick is a beast mainly negative emotion, as such he feels those emotions quite often. However, he also prone to various mood shifts. (pending)

     ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lore building

➳❥ Vastayan bloodline - Before becoming Warwick, as Vander his Vastaya bloodline was a Lion. However, during experimentation there was also a mix of wolf vastaya added to his blood, making him Wolf as well. (pending.)

➳❥ Imprinting - Both as a lion (Vander) and a wolf Warwick imprinted. 

     ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Appearance

 ➳❥ Chemical Chamber and tubes - pending

 ➳❥ General form and claws - pending