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New fanfic Jayvik

Descripción

"¡¿Cómo paso esto?!" se cuestionaban una y otra vez, sin poder recordar el porque y como llegaron a esa incómoda situación.

_¡No te muevas, terminarás lastimandote!_

_¡Entonces enfrialo o algo! ¡Sólo sacalo!_

Jayce estaba dentro de Viktor, luchando para poder sacar su hinchado miembro sin morir de dolor o lastimar a su compañero en el proceso.

¿Qué los llevo a esta extraña y picante situación? Acompañenme a descubrirlo

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⚠️ Advertencia

Esta historia tiene continuidad con el final de la serie de Arcane, por ello se recomienda encarecidamente leer después de haber visto las dos temporadas.

Dicho esto, disfruten ♡

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© Créditos

Portada: @Xcn0089 | X (Twitter)

Historia: Me

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[graveyardhorror]

౨ৎ ARCANE VI dating!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-though she's a natural charmer and can make any woman weak in the knees, she is actually pretty shy when you get to know her; her weakness is when you initiate any form of affection, her brain malfunctions when you flirt with her lol

-likes when you watch her when she's exercising or boxing, it makes her feel more confident and determined to put on a nice show for your viewing pleasure

-the biggest cuddler! once she's comfortable enough around you to be touchy she won't ever want to let you go, prefers being the little spoon while sleeping but doesn't mind being the big spoon too

-greets you with a tight hug where you can just feel the her love for you with the way she squeezes you in her arms, always has some form of compliment or cheeky comment to send your way

-tracing your fingers over her tattoos and running your fingers along her scalp/hair never fail to make her sleep like a baby, she gets the best rest when you do this even if she'll never admit it you can tell by the serene look on her face and the gentle smile on her lips

-if you ever need someone to talk to or just rant about anything, she's your girl! the best listener and surprisingly good at giving advice, a natural problem solver

-has an insanely long list of sweet pet names for you, she never seems to run out of nicknames and don't even get me started on the voice she says them with; sweetcheeks, cupcake, sugar, baby, angel, peach, doll, etc.

-says she doesn't treat you differently from others but the difference is so obvious lol, she doesn't even do it on purpose it's just something that she does unconsciously

dividers by mikeykuns

[wren-writes-stuff]

From Under The Desk

JaycexFem!Reader

Modern College AU

You have a paper due at midnight. A very important one. You absolutely CANNOT afford to be distracted.

Jayce distracts you.

Warnings: 18+ (this is basically just smut without plot tbh.) Reader is AFAB. Oral sex, cunnilingus, descriptions of genitalia. Small age gap? Like, only a year or two. Does that count? Idk let me know if i missed something <3

You scrubbed a hand across your face, exhaustion tugging at your eyes. It wasn't actually that late- it was only about seven pm. But, you'd stayed up all of last night writing this damned paper, only to go and spend a full day in class afterwards. And now here you were, hunched over your desk like a vulture pecking at your keyboard.

Getting the words down was the easy part. It was making them make sense that made your brain hurt. The amount of words you'd back-spaced over was probably comparable to the ones you'd actually kept.

You took a swig of your energy drink, wincing as the carbonation hit the back of your throat. You don't know why you bothered honestly; it wasn't doing anything for you at this point.

It was then that you heard the lock on the front door click, and the telltale shuffling sounds of someone entering your tiny apartment.

"I'm home!"

You heard Jayce's muffled voice through your bedroom door, but you made no effort to tear your attention away from your computer screen.

"Hon?" You heard him call again, "You home?"

More shuffling. Then, he knocked softly on the door before opening it. "Hon?" He repeated.

"Hey," you said automatically, fingers still flying across your keyboard.

"Hey, you." You could hear the smile in his voice, and it made your stomach flutter a little. "I picked up some takeout for dinner- I even got those little crab rangoons you love."

In your head, you meant to say something like, 'Wow! Thank you, my love. Im so excited to eat my favorite food with you!' But you didn't, leaving only an awkward pause in the back and forth you could barely call a conversation. You scrolled back to the top of your paper to re-read it, skimming for mistakes. Ah- there's a typo here. It should be "perceived", not-

"Hey, are you okay? Did you hear me?"

"What?" You bristled a little bit, annoyed to have been interrupted. You finally turned around to acknowledge him, trying to hide your chagrin. "Oh...sorry. Um, thank you. That was thoughtful."

It had taken a moment to force your eyes to focus on him, after staring at a bright screen for so long. When they did, you found he looked significantly more chipper than you felt. That made sense, you supposed. He had been freed from the confines of student life already, no longer bogged down by trivial things like homework and exams. Lucky bastard.

His eyes grazed across your face, then the rest of your body- and stopped when he found something interesting.

"You're wearing my hoodie,". He said. Irritation clawed at your stomach, and you swallowed the 'so what?' rising in your throat. You really just wanted to get back to work.

"It's comfy," you said instead, shrugging. "Sorry. I hoped you wouldn't mind. Do you want it back?" He shook his head, starting towards you.

"No, it looks good on you. Keep it on." He leaned down to peck you on the cheek, and you smiled tiredly at him. His hair was slightly tousled from a long day at work, and his chiseled cheekbones were smeared with grease. His cologne was mixed with the smell of coal and something vaguely chemical. Truthfully, what you really wanted was to yank off the hoodie, and his clothes too, and pull him into the shower with you- but there was no time for that now. You swiveled your chair around again, going back to your work.

"Im sorry," you said, "This paper is due in a couple of hours and I need to get it done. You should go ahead and eat if you're hungry. You don't have to wait. And please take a shower."

"What?" He teased, "You don't like the smell of hydraulic fluid?" He wrapped his arms around you and dropped his chin on top of your head. You found it difficult to keep yourself upright under his immense weight.

"No, I don't," you huffed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to focus on this. But once I'm done, I'm yours for the rest of the night, okay?"

The weight was lifted as he moved away from you, chuckling. "Alright, Alright. I'll leave you to it. God, it's kinda hot when you're mean to me. Maybe you should do that more often."

You swatted his arm, staring incredulously, and he ducked away as he laughed again. "I'm not being mean to you. I thought I was being pretty polite all things considered."

"You are mean to me," he whined. "You wont even let me give you my love and attentioonnn." He gave you fake puppy dog eyes, and you snatched a pencil off your desk, holding it up like you were going to chuck it at him.

"Get out," you warned. He held up his hands in surrender and backed out the door, eyes full of mirth.

"I bet you'd be nicer to me if you ate something."

You threw the pencil as hard as you could, but he shut the door before it reached him, and it bounced off the wood instead. You heard him cackling on the other side, before you heard his heavy footsteps move away.

You huffed, running your fingers through your hair. It was greasy, and in need of a good combing-through. You hadn't really had time for a shower yourself; but it could wait a little longer. You went back to your pecking.

Too soon, you heard the bedroom door open again. "Back already?" You asked mechanically.

"Already?" He repeated. "It's been like an hour." You glanced at the clock on the bottom corner of your screen. He was right. You'd been so focused that you didn't realize how long it had been.

"Whoops." You still didn't cease your typing.

You felt his weight upon you the same as before, forcing a wheeze from your lungs. "Why are you so heavy?" You huffed.

He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations against your back. The two of you stayed there like that for a moment, and you rubbed your eyes again. His warmth was comforting, and dangerously cozy. You were going to fall asleep at this rate. You shrugged, trying to get him to move off of you- but he didn't budge. Instead, he pressed his face into your neck, and his hair tickled your cheek. It was still damp, and you could smell his shampoo- like mint, and something darker, more earthy. You tilted your head to kiss the top of his own, breathing in the scent; but never taking your eyes away from your computer.

"Your food's getting cold, love." His breath tickled your skin, giving you butterflies again. "You should come eat something. You'll feel better."

"Can't," you muttered. Even if you wanted to, the caffeine you'd been chugging all day dampened your appetite, despite your empty stomach. He was probably right, but if you stopped now, you might not be able to start again. You had to capitalize on your focus; you couldn't afford to lose it.

Jayce brushed his lips against your jaw, pressing little kisses into the bone, and down your neck. He trailed a hand down your arm, the one opposite to him, and slipped it across your thigh, into the space between your legs-

'What do you think you're doing?" He stood up straight, taking his hand back. You glared at him, half annoyed, and half aroused. It was only now that you realized he wasn't wearing a shirt- just a pair of sweatpants that accentuated his girth in just the right way. You could see every muscle he worked so hard to build on full display, and your breath hitched. His tanned skin was just as damp as his hair, still shining with water. You wondered if he'd even bothered to dry off when he got out of the shower.

"I'm sorry. I can stop if you really want me to," he said gently. He looked down at you with something on his face you couldn't quite read. He wasn't frowning, nor smiling. His eyebrows were quirked upward just slightly, eyes half lidded. His expression was somewhere between lust and fatigue, you decided. Maybe he'd had a long day, too.

You blinked, trying to keep your eyes open. Maybe you didn't want him to stop- but you had to get this done if you had any hope of graduating next semester. You couldn't afford to fail this class. You looked away from him, feeling torn. In the corner of your eye, you watched him kneel beside you, and felt the weight of his head in your lap. He slid his hands around your waist, one of them between you and the back of your chair, and the other across your lap.

"You don't have to stop," you said quietly. "But I can't, either. This is important."

"Is that what you want though? For me to keep going, I mean?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "I do. I just need you to understand that I'm not ignoring you to be mean; I don't want to hurt your feelings because I'm not being an active participant."

He lifted his head, shifting himself between your legs. He had to duck and curl himself up awkwardly to fit himself underneath your desk- it was kind of cute, actually, watching him trying to fit his giant shoulders and long legs into such a tight space.

"I don't think that at all," he said when he was finally comfortable. "I know this it's important to you." He slid his hands up your thighs, letting one of his thumbs land on the spot where he knew your clit to be. He stroked it gently through the fabric of your pants, and you bit your lip to stop the gasp trapped in your throat. His other hand grasped your hip, massaging the soft malleable flesh of your curves with his thumb. He rested his cheek on your knee, looking up at you lovingly.

"You just seem so stressed," he said. "I wanna help you relax." He punctuated his words by swiveling his hand around, sliding his fingers under the curve of your pelvis. Well, 'relaxed' isn't the word you would use to describe yourself right now. A coil had wound itself inside your stomach, and your legs were tense with anticipation. In his hands, you were putty. You couldn't think straight anymore. You tried to focus, tried to keep your eyes on the prize. You were almost done here. Just a couple more paragraphs to go, and then you could-

"Oh-" you gasped involuntarily, something girlish and high pitched. Your face burned with embarrassment- you'd never made a noise like that before. But you couldn't help it- not with the way he was sliding his fingers into you now. You hadn't even realized he had managed to tug your pants down enough to expose you to him.

His other hand, previously on your hip, had slid up your sweater. It was on the small of your back now, pressing you forward. He drew his fingers out of you, slowly, and you bucked your hip forwards with a groan. He was moving so, so slowly. He was being so gentle and sweet, you thought your teeth were going to rot and fall out of your skull. He leaned forward, kissing your stomach, moving down to the side- to your hip, in the crease of your skin where your pelvis met your thigh. You shivered; his lips brushed you so lightly it tickled a bit. Your fingertips buzzed with electricity as you tried to keep typing. But then you felt his tongue sliding between your folds and you couldn't do it anymore.

You let your eyes flutter shut, letting him finally overtake your thoughts completely. You buried your face in your hands, trying to control your ragged breathing as he moved his tongue up, and down, slowly, gently. He pushed his tongue inside of you, lapping at you like he hadn't had a drop to drink in days. You whined, sliding a hand under the desk to grab his hair, to bring him closer to you. You could hear him panting, feel his breath against your pubic mound. His movements grew more desperate at your touch, ever eager to please.

You laid your other arm on the table, resting your head on it like a pillow. You really couldn't stop the sounds escaping from you now. Every gasp, moan, and whimper from you only seemed to further spur him, urging him to move faster. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue, reaching as far inside of you as he could manage, and moving back up to lick tiny circles around your clit.

You moved your hips with his rhythm, desperate for more friction as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Jayce," you whispered shakily, "I-I'm really- mmmfh- close-"

He didn't let up even a little bit, even when you leaned back, pushing his head against you so hard you were worried he'd suffocate. You were almost blinded by pleasure, the coil winding itself tighter and tighter- until it finally snapped.

You cried out his name like a prayer, over and over again as you shook. You clamped your thighs around his ears, wrapping your legs together over his shoulders. You tugged on his hair like it was a lifeline, feeling every crashing tidal wave of your orgasm in full force as your back arched away from your chair. You practically sobbed, your eyes watering. You couldn't help it. It was so good.

He finally stopped when he sensed you'd had enough, slumping in your chair like a rag doll as exhaustion racked your brain through the afterglow. He pulled back, his face shiny with spit and slick. You smiled at him, before letting your head flop back as you closed your eyes.

'That was hot," he whispered. You snorted, not opening your eyes. You felt his fingers brush your skin as he pulled your pants back up, and shivered slightly when the cold wet fabric of your underwear met your overly-sensitive groin. You pressed your toes against the floor to push your chair from under the table so he'd have room to get out.

"That didn't take very long, either" he teased. "You must have been pretty pent up." You heard shuffling as he stood, and you finally opened your eyes when you felt his lips brush against your forehead. You flicked his shoulder.

"You're just good at what you do."

He smiled, his eyes flickering across your face. You reached up to rub your thumb across his chin, trying to wipe off some of the remaining fluids. He grabbed your wrist and pressed a kiss into your palm before you could withdraw it, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come eat something, please," he whispered. You sighed and glanced at the clock again, considering it- it was almost 9:15. There was still time.

"Alright, alright," you resigned. "Give me five minutes, and I'll be right there."

Jayce made a face you couldn't discern, and let go of your hand. "Okay," he said, and stepped out of the room.

He came back ten minutes later to find you still at your computer. "I couldn't wait any longer," he said- making you jump.

"Augh, I'm sorry, Jayce," you said- and you meant it.

"It's okay," he shrugged, "I had a feeling this might happen. You get so sucked in sometimes. It's endearing, actually."

He set two styrofoam boxes next to you, and opened another for himself. "I thought I would just bring dinner in here. Maybe I could help you edit? Make things go a little faster so we can get you in the shower?" He smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was lodged into the corner of the room, with the desk beside it like an oversized nightstand. There'd be no room to move about, otherwise.

You cracked open the first box, choosing to ignore his quip, and your mouth watered at the sight of your favorite food inside. Ugh, even cold it smelled amazing. You shoveled it into your face with the flimsy plastic fork, newfound hunger making itself evident. You looked to Jayce, intending to thank him for the meal; but you found he was looking at you expectantly.

'What?" You asked through a mouthful of food.

"Did you want my help?"

Oh.

You swallowed.

"Sorry. Um, yes. That might be nice honestly. I could use a break."

He set his food aside, chuckling. "The first one wasn't enough?" He teased. You scowled, only pretending to be upset.

"Whatever man. Switch me places." You stood up to give him your chair, and he complied- though he had to pull the lever under the seat to lower it, to make room for his mile-long legs.

"Alright, let's see, here..."He squinted as he read your work, and you took the opportunity to admire him. God, he really was incredibly handsome. His long, calloused fingers looked enormous over your keyboard compared to your own. His bulky shoulders hunched forward, pulling the skin of his back taught over his muscles. You bit your lip, feeling your arousal coming back through your fatigue. He glanced at you, and you blushed when you caught him staring; as if you hadn't been together long enough by now that this wasn't embarrassing. But he still never failed to give you the warm-and-fuzzies so to speak. He smiled, laughing through his nose.

"What're you looking at?"

You twirled your hair with exaggeration. "Oh, yknow. Just this cute guy I have a crush on, or whatever," you flirted. He rolled his eyes, still grinning to himself.

"Eat your food, dork." He looked back to the screen, and you did what you were told.

It didn't take long. You wolfed down your dinner so fast you even surprised yourself. You stood to collect your trash, and kissed the top of Jayce's head before heading to the kitchen to dispose of it properly. When you came back, he was already standing up to stretch.

"It looks good to me," he said- with his arms over his head, his obliques were in full view and it made you just about weak in the knees. "I think it's ready to submit, if you're happy with it."

You thought about re-reading it one more time- just to be sure- but your brain was so foggy with exhaustion (and maybe some arousal). You trusted Jayce's judgement, too. He'd graduated summa cum laude last year, after all. You were sure he knew what he was talking about.

"Thank you, love. I really appreciate your help." You patted his chest with a weary smile, and sat down to submit it. When you were finally able to click your laptop shut, you were just about to collapse. You looked over to find Jayce already waiting for you in bed, and he opened his arms for you.

"C'mere, you," he crooned softly. You complied, shutting off the table lamp before you crawled across the blankets to meet him. He pulled them over the two of you, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of mint and clean bedsheets. You suddenly felt self conscious, remembering you had forgotten to bathe.

You sat up. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick actually-" but he yanked you back down before you could move, burying his nose in your hair.

"Nooooo," he mumbled. "Stay with me."

"Jaaaayce," you whined, "I smell terrible. Wouldn't you rather I got cleaned up before bed?"

He didn't move, keeping you pinned between his arms. "Mmm, girl stink."

"You- what?" You sputtered, laughing at the absurdity. You tried to move, but he was already snoring softly. You couldn't tell if he was faking it or not, but you gave in anyway. You tangled your legs with his, letting his warmth overtake you and carry you to sleep at last.

[mofongomuncher]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙕𝙖𝙪𝙣

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko, Reader, Ekko and Reader's child ¡

❥ : ! Ekko finds himself swept into one of his daughter's latest games. Despite all his protesting, he ends up forced to dress up in a princess outfit you had made—complete with a crooked crown. His daughter, with her unshakable determination, declared him as the queen. She insists he plays alongside her as both princess and queen to save you, whether he likes it or not. ¡

The Firelight base was unusually quiet today, the kind of calm that made you wonder if it was the calm before the storm. But in your little corner of the world, calm never lasted long—not with a six-year-old who had inherited all of Ekko's sass and energy running around.

You sat on your bed, casually sorting through the pile of random, mismatched clothes you'd scavenged from Zaun during a recent run. Most were barely holding together, but they'd found a new life as costumes for your daughter's endless imaginative games.

"Daddy!" your daughter's voice rang out, and you glanced up to see her standing in front of Ekko, her small hands on her hips. Her curly, snow-white hair, so much like his, bounced with each movement. She looked utterly determined today, which immediately set off warning bells for Ekko.

"What's up little one?" Ekko asked, leaning back in his chair with a wary expression, his white locs falling onto his eyes.

"We're playing princesses, and you have to be one with me.." she declared, holding up a "princess" dress you'd put together from scraps of bright fabric.

Ekko blinked at the dress like if it was a bomb about to go off. "Nah, I think I'm good kiddo. I'm not really the princess type."

She narrowed her eyes, the sass radiating off her in waves. "Yes you areee. You're gonna be the queen, and we have to save Mommy from the super scary, evil dragon!"

Ekko groaned, shooting you a look that screamed, Help me. You just smiled innocently, biting back a laugh.

"Alright, fine... But I'm not wearing anything that's pink." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Deal!" She chirped, already pulling him to his feet.

Before he could argue further, she was shoving the dress into his hands. It was a little lopsided creation of bright orange and green fabric, complete with a cape you'd made from a blanket.

To top it off, she handed him a crown you'd crafted from wires and bits of broken glass.

Ekko sighed dramatically, pulling the dress over his head and letting the cape drape awkwardly over his shoulders. "This is so embarrassing..." he muttered, adjusting the crown on his head.

Your daughter giggled, twirling in her own dress—a yellow-and-orange patched masterpiece with uneven hems that swished around her tiny legs. She grabbed a wooden toy sword from the floor and pointed it at him. "Come on Queen! We have to save Mommy!"

Ekko raised an eyebrow. "Queen? Really?"

"Uh, Yes...You're the queen, and I'm the princess." she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He snorted, crossing his arms. "Alright, fine. But if I'm the queen, that means I'm in charge, yeah?"

She squinted at him, clearly skeptical. "...Okay. But that's only until we fight the dragon."

You couldn't help but laugh at their banter. "Woww, you two look amazing" you said, watching as Ekko twirled the edges of his ridiculous dress with a mock elegance.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up Y/N" he grumbled, though the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

"Alright, kiddo." he said, crouching down to her level. "What's the plan? How are we gonna save Mommy?"

Your daughter puffed out her chest, holding her sword high. "We're gonna sneak into the dragon's lair and then fight it with our big strong swords!"

Ekko raised an eyebrow. "Sneak? Really? With you yelling all the time? I'm not sure that's gonna work."

She gave him a withering look that was so much like his own that you nearly choked on a laugh. "I don't yell...I give commands."

"Yeah, okay boss.." he said, scooping her up and resting her on his hip. "Let's go save your mom, then."

As they marched toward you, Ekko held her sword in one hand and her in the other, dramatically swishing his cape behind him. "Fear not, fair maiden! The Queen and Princess are here to save you!"

You gasped, playing along. "You'll never defeat me! I'm the scariest dragon in all of Zaun!"

Your daughter wiggled out of Ekko's arms and pointed her sword at you.

"Prepare to lose, evil dragon!"

Ekko sighed, waving his own sword with a flourish. "Alright, dragon...It's time to give it up already. You don't stand a chance against the Queen and her very loud sidekick."

"I'm not loud!" your daughter shot back. Stopping her tiny little foot

"See? Not loud at all.." he said with a smirk, giving her a quick wink before turning back to you.

You flailed your arms, letting out an exaggerated roar. "I'll never surrender, you weaklings!"

Your daughter charged forward, swinging her sword wildly while Ekko followed behind, his movements slow and exaggerated like he was in some over-the-top stage play. "Take that, dragon!" he shouted, lightly tapping your leg with the toy sword.

After a few minutes of chaotic "fighting" you collapsed onto the bed, pretending to be defeated. "No! How could you defeat me?!"

"Because we're the best!" She shouted, throwing her sword into the air in victory.

Ekko scooped her up again, spinning her around as she giggled uncontrollably. " yeah that's right. No dragon can beat the Queen and Princess of Zaun!"

You watched them, your heart swelling as Ekko placed her on his shoulders, her white curls blending with his in the dim light. They were so alike in so many ways, from their looks to their fiery personalities.

He glanced at you, his grin softening. "Guess we're a good team, huh?"

"The best.." you said, smiling as your daughter pressed her cheek against his.

"Next time, I'm picking the game. Maybe something without dresses." Ekko said, plucking the crooked crown off his head.

"No!" your daughter replied, her sass in full force. "You're staying as the queen!"

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he placed her down on the bed next to you. "Then how about this—next time, the Queen retires and becomes the hero who wears pants."

Your daughter flopped dramatically against the pillows, waving her toy sword in the air. " but you can't retire! You're the best queen in Zaun!"

Ekko raised an eyebrow, leaning over her with a grin. "Oh yeah? The best, huh?"

She nodded fervently, her curls bouncing. "Yup! You're the strongest and bravest...That's why I love you!"

The words hit Ekko like a soft punch to the heart. His grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look so tender that it made your chest ache. He reached out to brush a curl from her face, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. "I love you too kiddo..even when you make me wear these ridiculous outfits."

She giggled, hugging his arm like it was her most prized possession. Watching them together, so happy and filled with joy. Made your heart flutter.

It wasn't perfect here in Zaumn—far from it actually, but moments like these reminded you that love and laughter could thrive even in the cracks.

Ekko glanced over at you, catching your gaze. His grin returned, this time softer, more genuine. "Alright, Princess Y/N.." he teased, gesturing toward you. "We saved you. Now what's our reward?"

You pretended to think for a moment, leaning forward to ruffle both of their snowy-white hair. "How about the reward isss...you both get out of those outfits and help me clean up this dragon's lair?"

Ekko groaned, flopping dramatically onto the bed next to your daughter. "Yeah, no way. The Queen is officially too tired to clean."

"Me too!" your daughter chimed in, mimicking him perfectly as she sprawled across the bed.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the laugh bubbling up in your chest. "Fine, but next time, I'm the queen, and you two are doing the rescuing and cleaning."

Ekko grinned lazily, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. "Deal. But don't blame me if the Princess here steals the show again."

Your daughter clambered onto his back, giggling as she shot back at him "I do not!"

Ekko grabbed her and tickled her mercilessly, her peals of laughter echoing off the walls.

You couldn't help but think to yourself how these messy, silly, little love-filled moments were your happiest moments.

Check out my Ekko one shots on Wattpad for more stories!! :3

[graceshouldwrite]

Writing Compelling Side Characters

**NOTE: Some of these tips don't really apply to ensemble casts, where there are multiple Main Characters (plural).

1) Agency - motivations, actions, effects

Technically, they ARE side characters in your MC's story, but don't base your writing on that fact.

Side characters need:

Their own REASONS for joining the story (because they want to, not because the PLOT wanted them to) Example: In Arcane, Caitlyn inadvertently gets involved with Vi due to her compassion and desire to help the undercity, not because the plot needs a love interest

A GOAL, on which they act INDEPENDENT of the plot, and actually affects your MC/the main plot (not the other way around) Example: In Loki, Sylvie's independent goal is to take down the TVA, and her actions reveal the TVA's corruption to Loki, influencing him to join her in fighting against the TVA instead of working for them

A STAKE in how things end (e.g. someone getting paid after agreeing to join a heist); they aren't just in it to be a "comic relief" or a "damsel in distress" Example: In Breaking Bad, Jesse joins Walt in cooking meth because he makes BANK from selling drugs, not because Walt needed a funny and traumatized sidekick

Their own RELATIONSHIPS with other characters, aside from the MC—they have their own friends, enemies, love interests, etc., and these relationships can completely change the plot Example: In the original Percy Jackson series, all of the side characters (e.g. Annabeth, Nico, Thalia, Luke, etc.) have their own relationships with each other that greatly affect the plot. Check it out: Annabeth's attachment to Luke, even after he became evil, completely changed the plot in several ways: kickstarting a journey to save her from Luke in The Titan's Curse, revealing his true evil identity as a vessel for Kronos (big bad!) in The Battle of the Labyrinth, and mainly contributing towards Luke's reversion away from evil in the last book due to him remembering his promise to take care of her a long time ago, etc.

Their own PAST that affects how they act, move forward, and how they treat the MC Example: In Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula's pressure on herself and desire for perfection is greatly driven by her father's expectations of her as the fire-bending prodigy, resulting in a childhood of earning parental love and care AFTER she proves her worth to him. This created a mentality ceaselessly focused on her goals—which are usually her father's missions—causing her to be deadly, manipulative, and constantly causing problems for the main character.

The side character is not an extension or byproduct of the MC's plot; their own story happens to collide and intertwine with your MC's plot, but is ultimately independently driven.

2) Affecting the ending

The story can't have reached the same ending regardless of the side characters' existence. They must be necessary to the MC in helping them reach their goal faster, more prepared, etc. For example, in Avatar, Aang would not have been able to reach his goal of defeating the fire lord without the help of his friends, who each taught him valuable life lessons as well as combat skills.

Each character must have an independent impact on the MC—don't treat them like a group (e.g. "the side characters," who are one individual collective). Arcane does a great job with this, as each side character has a completely different impact on the MCs (e.g. Silco, Ekko, Caitlyn, and Vi—not a side character but for the purpose of this analysis, bear with me—all have a different impact on Jinx). It isn't just a literal impact. It's what the MC learns, and the theme of the story. They should help the MC realize things about themselves, and contextualize the MC by showing them in different situations with different people.

3) Avoid stereotypes Don't create characters from moulds and conform 100% to the trope: e.g. the "comic relief" can also be "the outlaw/rebel" or the "love interest," the "brooding antihero" can also be the "caregiver" or the "wise one," the "seductive girl" can also be the "science nerd" or the "broken optimist," etc. Mix and match. Everyone has more than 1 personality trait in real life, and probably fulfils more than 1 role to the other people in their lives. Give them intersecting personality traits to flesh them out.

4) Theme and Arc Especially compelling side characters have their own arc and embody their own theme.

Example 1: Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice is more than the brooding love interest—he develops by being less arrogant and learning to see people beyond their social status, and opens up to new ideas, people, and situations.

Example 2: Nico di Angelo from the Percy Jackson series goes on a journey of self-acceptance and embracing his identity, instead of just being the stereotypical emo kid who is constantly in a state of angst.

Example 3: In Arcane, Silco goes from a ruthless crime lord who believes that attachment is weakness, to someone who genuinely cares about his adoptive daughter, so much so that he can't give her up even in exchange for his lifelong dream.

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[fluoneia]

𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 prologue beneath!

(Full story on wattpad! @fluoneia )

" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀. "

" 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀,

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. " AN ARCANE SHORT STORY. violet x oc

𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, belanna volmera, is anything but a princess. growing up, she hated the prissy outfits her mother would put her in. she hated the attention, and more so she hated her nickname she was dubbed since the day she was born, the piltie princess.

belanna had a secret life. a life of recklessness, of violence no one knew about. her stage name?

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗰. because her words could taunt and tease you into insanity.

@fluoneia | nov. 5th, 2024 | all rights reserved

ZAUN.

PRESENT DAY.

My whole life, I knew how much value I was. The granddaughter of the first counseller, the daughter of the current mayor of three past elections.

When I was born, I was dubbed the 'Piltover Princess'. The only daughter, only 'heir' as my mother would say.

I should be grateful. Grateful for the life I have, the comfort. But.. apart of me always seeked more.

To my parents, to the rest of Zaun and Piltover, I was a sweetheart. The nations child, Piltover's darling princess. An academic prodigy, with good grades since I was young.

Yet, I seeked the thrill. The adrenaline rush that you would get when you did something bad, something naughty. Something I shouldn't be doing.

So, to my friends, to the other half of my life, they knew me as the rebel child. The reckless child. The one they had to take care of most of the time when I made bad decisions.

Piltover's Princess wasn't always that sweet, that smart, that behaved. You know how it is.. sometimes, you just have to let loose.

So, that's what I did. What I do.

"Hey." A familiar voice says behind me. "Are you ready?"

I fix the mask over my face, covering my eyes. The soft fabric against my skin bringing me comfort.

When I put this mask on, it's like the rest of the world faded away. I wasn't Belanna. I wasn't Piltovers princess, or the counsellers daughter.

I was the infamous Mimic. The tauntess, the teaser.

I was a weapon in the ring. People placed their bets on me like no tomorrow. People relied on me to win, and I knew that.

But, the pressure wasn't overwhelming, or made me feel worse about myself. Instead, it was.. exhilarating. The pure adrenaline coursing through my body as I stepped into the ring for the first time, hoping— no, knowing I'd make a name for myself that was entirely my own.

A name that didn't belong to Zaun, or Piltover. It belonged to me, and me only.

So, I inhale a deep breath, smelling the scent of cigarettes, beer and other sorts of alcohol that I've found comfort in after all these years. I stand, and i turn toward Griffin, my trainer, and my rock.

"Ready as I can be." I shrug my shoulders, hands flexing as I walk toward him. "How many people tonight?"

He hissed through his teeth. "More then usual."

I crank a brow.

"You've caught yourself a huge crowd, Mimic. More then double."

"They're not here to see me win." I place a hand on his shoulder. "They're here to see me lose." And i smile as I step past him, peeking my head toward the crowd. "But, we both know that won't happen."

"Never go into a fight cocky."

"I'm not cocky." I shake my head, hand reaching up to press against the knot in my shoulder. "I'm confident. There's a difference."

"Whatever you say.." Griffin would shrug. His hand replaces mine. After a second of basking in the feel of his thumb rubbing against the knot in my muscle, I step away. But, he catches me.

"Anna." He says my name. I turn to him, eyes squinting. "I didn't want.. well, I didn't want you to go into that ring without knowing."

He pushed his eyes closed, almost as if what he was saying next pained him to say.

"You know how your opponent is new to the ring?" Griffin questions. Slowly, I nod. "Shes new to this area. But, she's no stranger."

"Spit it out." I demand.

He inhaled a deep breath. He opens his eyes. "It's Vi."

Vi?

Violet?

My Violet?

a/n: eeeek I’m so excited for this story, and even more excited for season 2!!! finally reentering my arcane era since my two seconds of fame from editing >:)) tune in on wattpad! first chapters written and releasing soon after editing.

[yuahoeaiknow]

Wet and Wild Part 2

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Pairing: F!Reader x Silco || F!Reader x Vander ||

Tags|Warnings: Exhibitionism, P in V Sex, Cunnilingus, Mild Squirting

Parts: Part 1 || Part 2

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As Silco lead you upstairs, an air of anticipation hung in the air between you two. The dim light and the muffled noises from the bar below cast a sense of intimacy upon the narrow staircase. Silco's hand remained firmly entangled with yours, his touch a mix of familiarity and a hint of possessiveness.

"I can't believe you did this in front of Vander.", you started as you hold hands and trotted up the stairs.

Silco chuckledat your whiney voice, his steps never faltering as he guided you further up.

"Oh, he's seen much more than just a bit of teasing here," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, his thumb rubbed slowly over the back of your hand. "Besides, I enjoy riling you up in front of an audience -  too much to resist."

"Ever the exhibitionist...", you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Silco laughed quietly, the sound low and velvety in the almost quiet confines of the staircase.

"Guilty as charged," he agreed, his voice still tinged with amusement as he looked at you. "You know I love to see you blush, whether in public or in private."

"I think you like to embarass me in front of our friends and family.", you pouted as you both stopped climbing the stairs.

Your lover smiled, his eyes flickered mischievously in the dim light.

"I do enjoy seeing that flush on your cheeks," he conceded, pulling you closer. "It's hard to resist when you look so adorable when you're flustered."

"I've noticed. I almost thought you were going to go at it right at the bar.", you spoke and couldn't contain a smile.

Silco grinned, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and humor. "Now that would have made for quite a show, wouldn't it? Though I doubt Vander would have liked that very much," he teased, his thumb circled the back of your hand in a slow, caressing motion. "At least not at the counter."

"Haha. I would die from embarassment before that's going to happen.", you grinned back at him.

The man laughed at your words, his hand took yours to his lips, almost possessively gentle. "Oh, I don't know," he said, the smirk never leaving his face. "I'm quite good at persuading you to do things you initially considered unthinkable." He kissed your hand.

"Persuading or emotionally blackmailing? Oh, maybe manipulation!", you thought out loud. "You're so toxic, Sil.", you jested.

He chuckled. "I prefer to think of it as utilizing my charm!", he retorted with mock defensiveness, he let go of your hand and to rest his on your waist. "But if you want to call it manipulation, I'll take it as a compliment, since it worked on you so well."

"Touché.", you grinned and put your hands on his chest and shoulder.

Silco's grin widened as your hands come to rest on his torso. He took the opportunity to pull you closer against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, pushing you flush against his body.

"I do have to put those persuasive skills to good use here and there," he murmured, his voice growing huskier.

You hummed: "Yeah, Just here and there..."

The Eye of Zaun laughed huskily again, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer.

"Not all the time," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "Only when I really want something." His fingers gently brushed against the skin at the small of your back, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.

"And what do you want? I feel like I already know the answer to that.", you smiled with a knowing expression.

Silco's eyes darkened further as he gazed down at you, his response a soft rumble.

"Oh, I think you do know," he said, his hand slowly moved over your back. "The same thing I always want - you." His other hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face up towards his, his mouth hovering just inches from yours. Indulging the hot tension between you two.

Then he kissed you. Soft and sweet, just how you liked it the best.

Silco's lips met yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss, his hand on the small of your back pulling you even closer against him. There's a tenderness in his touch, a desire to savor the moment, that belies the usual heated passion.

A kiss with a sweetness that not really matched his demeanor, his tongue slipped between your parted lips softly, slowly, exploring your mouth gently.

You mewled against his mouth. Feeling already aroused by him.

He could feel the way you responded to his kiss, the sweet sounds of pleasure you made against his mouth only serving to fuel his own desire. His body tightened against yours as he pressed you against him, his hand on your chin moving to cup your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepened.

His tongue danced slowly with yours, the familiar taste of him fueling the heat building between you two.

The moment his groin rubbed against yours, you broke the kiss to gasp loudly.

The noise that escaped your lips as your bodies collided only seems to spur Silco on, his own reaction immediate and visceral. He growled low in his throat, the sound filled with desire.

He pushed you against the railing, trapping you between the firmness of the plaster and the hardness of his body, his hands moved to grip your hips against his possesively.

"Feel that...?" he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down along your jawline, nipping here and there.

You moaned quietly. "Ngh.. yes."

Silco chuckled warmly against your skin, the sound rich and resonant.

His hands moved to your thighs, gripping them, the hardness of his body even more prominent now.

"You make me crazy. You can't imagine how badly I want you right now..," he mumbled, his mouth hovered just above your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"We aren't even in your... in your room, Sil... we can't... here...", you panted in a needy voice as he kissed your favourite spot behind the ear.

Your man laughed huskily, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement.

"Why not?", he responded, his mouth moved downward to your neck, his teeth grazed against your sensitive skin. "We've done it in worse places, haven't we?"

You blushed deeply and groaned in annoyance. "Just because you - uhg I hate you.."

Silco grinned with mischief, his lips curved into a sly smirk. "No, you don't," he murmured, nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear again.

His hands began to wander between your thighs, his touch became more insistent, more needy.

"I'm going to eat you out.", he rasped. "Help me with your pants."

You bit your lips and unbuckled your belt with nervous fingers.

Silco watched you with a dark, predatory gleam in his eyes, his smile omnious.

His hands guided yours the rest of the way, his grip firm and urgent. As you began to unzip your pants, he moved you the last step up to the door behind you, his body shielding you from view.

"That's it, good girl.." he murmured, his voice a low throb of hunger.

You whined at his pet name and as soon you pulled your pants down, he fell to his knees with a faint thud. The movement smooth and practiced. He pushed your pants down until they pooled around your ankles, his hands wasted no time in sliding up your bare thighs.

He looked up at you from his position on the floor, his fingers traced soft, teasing circles on your skin, his mismatched eyes dark and hungry.

"You smell so good," he rasped, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he nosed and kissed you through underwear.

"Ugh... don't say that!", you murmured embarassed.

Silco chuckled softly against your skin, his touch a heated caress. "Why not? I'm just stating a fact." His mouth trailed slow, hot kisses up your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place.

"But I know you taste even better," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

You wanted to protest but were silenced by his hands gripping the sides of your panties, a wicked grin on his lips as he hooked his fingers in the material and tugged it down with a sharp, firm movement.

He didn't waste a damn second before his mouth was kissing your most sensitive part, slowly pushing his tongue through your folds. Immediately your hand shot up to his hair. Gripping it hard as you struggled to keep standing. "Oh, fuck."

Silco escaped a low groan of approval as your hand tightened in his hair, his mouth and tongue worked in a steady, insistent rhythm against your body.

His hands moved to grip your hip and press against your vulva, holding you in place. His face pushed flush against you.

"You taste so good," he mumbled, his voice muffled against you. "I can never get enough of it."

"Nhg~ I... uhh.. I'm...", you moaned, hips moving against him on their own.

Silco could feel your body responding to his clever tongue, your hips arched against him, begging for more. He chuckled against you, the sound low and ragged, his eyes almost black with desire.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, princess?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble against your skin. "I want to hear you say it." Then went back to work.

You bit your lip, not really wanting to say it. But you knew he wouldn't let you reach your climax if you didn't do as he said.

"Hah~ I'm... I'm coming...", your breath quickened and you couldn't hold your moans in. Holding onto the railing for dear life now.

Silco let out a low, guttural moan as your words reached his ears, his entire body responded to them with an almost feral possessiveness. He doubled his efforts, his tongue and mouth working to push you over the edge, his hands keeping you tightly in place.

"That's it, princess," he whispered against your skin. "Come for me. Let me hear you say my name." Your hands grabbed his hair again and his hand at your hip. You panted and mewled. "Sil..Silcoo~", you gasped and reached your peak with violent shudders and twitches.

Silco groaned at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound low and guttural, filled with the satisfaction of knowing he was the one to bring you to such ecstasy. Eagerly lapping up all you have to offer.

He continued to work you through the aftershocks, his mouth gentle and soothing against your oversensitive skin. Then, he slowly pulled back, his smile one of pure pride and admiration.

"That's my good girl," he spoke, his hands still held you tightly as he rose to his feet.

You huffed and puffed, leaning your forehead on his chest. Trying to catch your breath from the pleasure. Forgetting that you two basically stand on the second floor of the Last Drop where anyone could have came up the stairs and see you.

Your man wraped his arms around you, holding you close as you lean against him, his chest rising and falling with his own ragged breaths.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Uh huh." Sound muffled against his chest. He cupped your face between his hands, his thumbs trailing softly over your skin. He pulled you in for a kiss, his mouth finding yours with a familiar heat.

The kiss is slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the urgency from just moments before. But it's no less intense, his lips and tongue moving with a languid, possessive familiarity.

You could taste yourself on his tongue and lips and you mewled. Your hands found the front of his pants. Silco deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. He could feel your hands, the touch further igniting that familiar fire in him.

He groaned lowly against your mouth, pressing his pelvis once more against you, the evidence of his own desire for you hard against your hand.

You giggled in the kiss and opened his trousers with a bit of a struggle.

Silco responded to your giggle with a growl, his hands left your face to help you with the fastenings of his trousers. The sound of his zipper being undone is almost obscene. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes darkened with lust, his breath already came in quick, ragged gasps.

As you step out of your pants that still lingered at your ankles, you turned and were about to kneel before him but he stopped you. His hand gently grabbed your arm, preventing you from dropping to your knees.

"Not this time, darling." he said in a low, husky tone.

He spun you back around so your back was now against the wall, his body pressed into yours, pinning you in place. You pouted, really wanted to return the favour.

Sil laughed huskily at your pout, his hands wrapped around your thighs, lifting your legs to either side of his hips. Your back flush against the wall for more balance.

"Don't worry, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble as he moves his hand between her legs. "I'll make up for it."

He coated his length with your cum before aligning and he let out a quiet groan as he slid between your legs, his body already taut with need. He leaned in to kiss your neck, his lips hot against your skin. He paused a moment, his eyes fixed on yours, a silent twinkle in the depths of his gaze. His free hand came up to cup your face and kiss you as he bottoms out.

"You're so wet for me," he rasped in your mouth, his voice a deep, ragged whisper.

You bit his lip as an answer and moaned.

Silco responded to your bite with a low, guttural moan of his own. He then growled and kissed you hard, pushing your back harder against the wall, his body moved against yours in a steady, driving rhythm.

"There you go, darling," he muttered against your mouth, his voice a low grind. "You feel so good."

You clawed at his biceps and whined. The steady rhythm drove you mad.

Your love groaned at the feel of your hands on his arms, the sound low. He increased the pace, his hips moved against yours with an insistent rhythm. "I love the way you make those pretty little sounds for me," he growled, his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Because you... ugh...hah... always talk dirty.", you huffed.

Silco chuckles against your skin, his breath hot.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his lips traveled up to your ear, his tongue traced a lazy path along the shell. "I just love how it to riles you up, darling."

He rolled his hips against you, his body pressing deeper, moving a little faster.

You gasped at the feeling at your ear, ever so sensitive and you clenched hard around him.

The Eye of Zaun let out a low, ragged groan at the feeling of your body clenching around him, the sound hungry. He bit your earlobe, his teeth gentle but firm.

"Yeah just.. just like that, baby," he rasped with need. "You gonna cum for me soon?"

The steady rhythm edged you fast and you sobbed a yes. Not going to last longer with his teasing.

Silco's grin widened at your response, his body moved against yours with a growing urgency, his rhythm increasing, his breathing became heavier.

"That's what I like to hear," he growled in your ear as his other hand moves down to grip your thigh, pulling you closer, driving himself deeper.

"You have to give it to me soon... I'm so close.", he said and kissed her jaw.

You mewled and guided his face to yours, so you could kiss him.

Silco responded to your guidance with a low growl of approval, his lips immediately found yours. The kiss is hot and hungry, his mouth urgent and demanding against yours as he continued to move inside you, his body in a growing need, a primal hunger for climax.

A small moan escaped his lips, filled with a mix of desire and urgency. He sucked on the tip of your tongue and you couldn't hold back anymore. Tears of pleasure ran over your cheeks as you sobbed through your orgasm. Twitching violently against his pelvis, clawing into his arms.

He held you tight as you spasmed around him, his lips and teeth nipping at your jawline, his body taut and trembling.

"Oh fuck!" he murmured against your mouth, his voice ragged. He kept moving against you, still hard and aching, his breath came in quick, harsh pants.

"You're milking me so good.." he growled, his lips moved over your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. He buried his face back into the crook of your neck, his body shook faintly. "Ugh.." Never really slowing his movements, making you feral. It's too much! 

"Sil- ngh stop.. I'm-" And with that you suddenly reached another peak. Leaking down his length as you cried in overstimulation.

He pulled back, the sound he made as he left your body almost a snarl. He gripped your jaw and angled your face up towards his, his eyes dark and burning with an intensity that borders on madness.

"Fuck, I love you so much." A kiss to your lips and come leaking from your pussy and now over your stomach as he jerked out the rest.

You panted harshly, tried to catch your breath. Thighs tremlbed, on the verge of collapsing.

Silco's hands were on your hips, keeping you stable, his thumbs traced gentle circles over your skin. His breaths came in ragged pants as well.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, the only sound between the two of you the sound of your mingled, ragged breathing.

After he caught his breath he kissed your temple and picked you up.

Silco scooped you off the ground with ease, holding you close against his chest, your legs and arms wound around him. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as they trailed down your cheek.

"You still with me, darling?", he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yes.", you whispered. "You're not that good that I pass out.", you smiled hazy at him.

The love of your life chuckled at that, his chest rumbled with the sound. "Is that so?", he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. His mismatched eyes searched your face, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Guess I'll have to try harder next time then," he teased as he carried you to your room.

[tategaminu]

If Netflix could spend 250 million $ in Arcane they can give the third arc of TDP one million just saying

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on Wattpad)

Masterlist - Next Chapter

“Where are you going?” Powder tugged on Y/N’s shirt, her curious blue eyes glinting under the dim light.

Every night when they weren’t out together, Y/N had a habit of sneaking off. She always said it was to meet a friend, but she never shared who that friend was. It wasn’t like her to keep secrets, which puzzled Powder more than anyone else.

Vi and the rest of them didn’t press Y/N about it. They trusted her, knowing that this mysterious person meant something important to her, and that was enough. 

“To meet up with a friend,” Y/N replied, her tone casual.

She always gave the same vague answer or some variation of it. Was it so wrong to keep this one thing to herself? Y/N shared everything else— training with Vi, helping Vander at the bar, haggling idiots who paid full price for stuff with Ekko, sharpening her aim at the shooting range with Mylo and Claggor, or tinkering with inventions alongside Powder.

But this? This was different. Y/N wanted to hold on to this secret, to let it be hers and hers alone. Maybe it was selfish, but something was thrilling about guarding this one mystery.

“Oh… When are you coming back?” Powder asked softly.

“Don’t worry, Bluejay. I’ll be back before you even miss me!” Y/N grinned, ruffling the younger girl’s hair.

Despite not being a biological part of their family, Y/N had slipped seamlessly into the fold. She acted like a sister, albeit in her own way. Unlike Vi, who comforted Powder with gentle strokes through her hair, Y/N was more boisterous— messing up her hair and slinging an arm around her.

“Hey!” Powder giggled, playfully pushing Y/N away. “What am I supposed to tell Vander when you’re gone?”

“Tell him I’m hanging out with little man!” Y/N called out, already heading toward the door.

Before anyone could stop her, she stepped into the night, the sound of her boots quickly fading as she made her way down the street. Her movements became more deliberate as she reached the edge of the neighborhood. 

Instead of sticking to the ground, she scrambled up the side of a building, preferring the rooftops for faster travel.

The first time Y/N met him, it had been entirely by accident. She’d been fleeing from a group of enforcers she’d swindled earlier that day.

Rounding a corner too quickly, she’d almost bowled him over— a pale, gaunt boy leaning heavily on a cane. Without thinking, she’d scooped him up and carried him on her back, weaving through narrow alleys until they’d shaken off the pursuit.

“Sorry about that!” She’d said, setting him down with a sheepish grin. She’d clutched a bag of coins and scraps of food tightly. “I’ll make it up to you with some of this, yeah?”

The boy had taken a long moment to respond, as though words didn’t come naturally to him. “It… Is fine,” He’d said, at last, his voice carrying a thick accent.

It was only after he limped away that Y/N noticed he’d left his cane behind. The guilt gnawed at her all night. By the next day, she’d tracked him down, presenting him with a new cane she’d built herself— with some help from Powder and Ekko, of course. That was how it all began.

Now, they were best friends.

Y/N panted as she leaped from one rooftop to another, her legs burning with effort. “I—huff—hate—huff—running,” She muttered, stopping briefly to catch her breath. The air was thick, a reminder of the Undercity’s pollution.

There were no luxuries here. 

No fresh air, no clean streets. Just damp ground, decaying walls, and the ever-present smell of rot. But the people endured. They protected each other— most of them, at least. The rest? They did whatever it took to survive.

Like selling everyone out to the Peanut Patrol.

Finally, she reached her destination, climbing down into a clearing tucked between crumbling buildings. During the day, it was a dull, forgotten space. But under the full moon, it transformed into something ethereal, the pale light reflecting off slick stone and puddles of rainwater.

“Y/N?” A voice called out.

She lifted her head and smiled at the sight of him. “Viktor!”

He stepped into view, his figure as fragile as ever as he leaned on his cane, the cane she made for him. His dark hair was unkempt, and his patched clothes hung loosely on his thin frame.

“I thought you said you would be busy tonight,” Viktor said softly.

Y/N shrugged, her grin widening. “Not too busy for you.”

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[musaoculta]

she asked me if she was pretty

well, it’s clear that the girl’s a fraud

[dreamygirl66]

Fanfic Jayvik

Sinopsis

En el brillante corazón de Piltover, dos mentes excepcionales forjan una conexión que trasciende la ciencia y el tiempo. Jayce, un visionario lleno de energía y ambición, busca revolucionar el mundo con su intelecto y carisma. VíKtor, un genio silencioso atrapado entre la fragilidad de su cuerpo y la fuerza de sus sueños, trabaja incansablemente para crear un legado que sobreviva a su mortalidad.

Mientras los avances tecnológicos los empujan hacia la grandeza, el peso de sus decisiones y sus propios demonios internos amenazan con alejarlos el uno del otro. Unidos por el deseo de cambiar el mundo pero divididos por la manera de hacerlo, Jayce y VíKtor descubren que su verdadero desafío no es solo conquistar la ciencia, sino enfrentar la profundidad de su vínculo y las consecuencias del sacrificio.

Entre Destellos y Sombras explora los límites de la ambición humana y el poder del afecto en un mundo donde los sueños más grandes suelen tener el costo más alto.

[hashirazac]

Oil and water [caitvi Arcane fanfic]

I took a while to translate my own story about Caitlyn and Vi, I wrote this in 2021 (lol) and this is how I imagined the beginning of Arcane season 2. Maybe.... I predicted some things.

Anyway: now is available in spanish and english! 👏👏👏

Summary:

"Like oil and water? Like oil and water; yes, that's what you said. Even though we were like oil and water, you didn't let me fall that night. You didn't allow it. No. You didn't. Once again, you were there and, without me asking you, even though I was so water and you were so oil, you managed to keep me glued to you, recomposed against the loving tapestry that has always been your heart after falling to pieces, breaking me in two and even melting. Because… what kind of water drowns in its own bubbles of tears?"

Check out Oil and watter on Wattpad (SPA):

Or check out Oil and water on AO3 (ENG & SPA):

If you enjoyed it and would like to continue reading how this conflict will be resolved, let me know in comments. Maybe a new fanfic is coming sooner than expected...

Thank you very much for reading!

[graveyardhorror]

౨ৎ ARCANE JINX dating!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-spontaneous three am dates to graffiti some random building in zaun or even piltover if you two are feeling bold, she'll teach all her stealthy and artistic ways to get things done lol

-laying your head on her lap or shoulder while she works on her newest creations, she will pat your head and throw a big grin your way every once in a while

-she might be loud and outspoken but in a relationship she is a bit shy at first with asking for affection and letting you know what goes on in her mind, though once she gets comfortable she'll talk your ear off about how much she thinks about you

-if you are also into tinkering and building things (she'll be glad to teach you if you don't!) she will treat these moments together as dates and will love every single second of it

-doesn't sleep much but when she does she is knocked out, this means good luck getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night because she will have a strong grip on you and won't let go until she wakes up

-dance parties where you two simply rock out to each other's favorite songs for hours, it's one of her favorite ways to decompress with you!; though she might not consider herself a great dancer by any means she still seems to move perfectly along to the music playing

-needs constant reassurance from you that you won't leave her and that you actually love her, she knows already but just let her know that the voices/hallucinations are wrong about your intentions

-finding random little gifts and trinkets in your space that she left for you, loves to give you surprise gifts of things she's made or stole from up top; sometimes you will find yourself hiding a surprise gift for her, meanwhile she's doing the same, it's like your minds are connected lol

dividers by mikeykuns

[wren-writes-stuff]

Of Lattes and Lab Rats (Jayce x F!Reader)- Chapter Masterlist

(Sorry if the formatting is weird, I’m on mobile lol)

Description: You’re a barista, working just a hop skip and a jump away from Piltover’s one and only prestigious academy of science. Jayce becomes a regular customer…and a significant person in your life.

Or: Jayce is a rich scientist and you’re a broke artist. The two of you try to make it work.

Notes: This takes place about a year and a half after act one (season one.) I try to stick to the canon as much as possible, but I might deviate sometimes; so don’t come for me if it’s not totally accurate lmao. I don’t use Y/N or other shorthand descriptors.

Warnings: 18+. Smut; praise kink, slight degradation, body worship; neither one of you are wholly dominant or submissive. It changes based on what I feel like writing that day lol. swearing, possible mentions of blood in the future. I’ll add more to this list as the story goes on. Also please don’t hesitate to let me know if I missed something.

Additionally: public and semi-public sex, mentions of alcohol, alcoholism, discrimination, sexual harassment, non consensual drug consumption. Graphic descriptions of panic attacks, mentions of vomit.

Status: Active (as of January 20th)

Please don’t hesitate to leave feedback or make requests! I might not always honor them, but I value folks’ input anyway. Enjoy!! <3

Wattapad link: (wattpad is always updated first and has fewer typos usually lol)

Ao3 Link:

Chapter one- Hello, Sailor

Chapter two- Gifted Kid

Chapter three- Paper Receipt

Chapter four- Tripleshot Espresso

Chapter Five- Pancakes

Chapter Six-Gelato

Chapter Seven-Tension

Chapter Eight- Wax Seal

Chapter Nine-Dress Shopping

Chapter Ten-The Party

Chapter 11- Ignorance

Chapter 12- Aftermath

Chapter 13-starting over

Chapter 14-again for the first time

Chapter 15- Air So Sweet

Chapter 16- Paint Me In Trust

Chapter 17-Academic Integrity

Chapter 18-

Chapter 19-

Chapter 20-

[renecade]

Genuinely tweaking out how I literally just read through all of the Steb fanfiction on both AO3 AND WATTPAD, ONE OF WHICH IS MY OWN WORK in less than a day. Where is this boy's love?? He deserves more fanfictions and more love😕

https_enamour on AO3 is the goat in steb fics rn and they only have four steb fics out😔

[graceshouldwrite]

Writing Villains (Underrated Tips)

1. Variety

Not all villains have to be the next Darth Vader, Luke Castellan, John Wick, etc. Your villain’s arc doesn’t have to originate from the Big Traumatic Thing that happened when they were X Years Old. Here are some characterization ideas that still keep them interesting (no tragic backstory required):

misguided villain. They don’t think what they do is that evil/they think they are benefiting others (e.g. Thanos from the MCU)

IDGAF villain. They just don’t care about the disaster they leave behind them (e.g. Ozai from ATLA)

past bystander villain. Nothing bad happened to THEM particularly-- they just saw bad things happen to other people, and decided that they need to correct society (e.g. Light Yagami from Death Note)

I was bored villain. They were bored. And millions died for it. They’re probably also an ENTP. Oh, well (e.g. Ryuk from Death Note)

zealous villain. They do it for their cause--god, cult, organization, whatever--there’s a greater power that is their greater purpose (e.g. Cthulu cultists from Call of Cthulu)

staunch traditionalist (often allegorically racist) villain. They want to act according to, and preserve the statusquo (tends to be heritage, race, class, personality, etc.), and believe that any change is bad (e.g. Lucius Malfoy from Harry Potter)

These are just some examples of interesting villain characterizations that absolutely do NOT need a tragic backstory to function.

2. Spill the tea

Show how they treat the people closest to them.

Instead of just focusing on their actions, create moments where readers can see them interacting with their family, friends, etc. This is a powerful tool with the potential to humanize them in a softer way, or make them seem even more scary, merciless, corrupt, secretive, etc.

For example, the audience doesn’t just see Azula from ATLA fight people and conquer cities with a crazy amount of skill and power. The writers show how she interacts with her two best friends; the way she shamelessly belittles them to their faces, manipulates them as pawns, and has no problem putting them in incredible danger reveals a LOT more about her character in a way that only showing her actions cannot.

3. Polarize

Consistency isn’t always key. Sure, the cold and calculating overlord should generally make cold and calculating decisions, but to spice things up, find the thing that will make them snap. Change. Show weakness. Become their opposite, if only for a moment.

(SPOILER WARNING for Arcane)

Silco is a drug kingpin in an underbelly city that is full of gangs, criminals, murderers, thieves, and the sort (you get it).

He not only survives--he THRIVES in that kind of environment as one of the scariest authorial figures. He himself had to experience crazy backstabbing, and grew to be nothing but calculated, manipulative, and ruthless...until he unofficially adopted a daughter! He realized that she had “undone” him to the point where he refused to give her up for a dream he would have been willing to die for.

It DOES sound pretty inconsistent for the ruthless drug kingpin to sacrifice EVERYTHING he’d worked for to clean up after an insane daughter who runs around making murderous messes that attract flocks of authorities. And, it is. Like he says himself, he loses “nothing but problems.”

But, real humans are almost never 100% consistent, and this sort of polarity will humanize your villains without necessarily requiring a tragic backstory or a noble motivation.

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Hope this was helpful, and let me know if you have any questions by commenting, re-blogging, or DMing me on IG. Any and all engagement is appreciated :)

Happy writing, and have a great day!

- grace <3