#jayce talis x viktor x reader

[honey-tongued-devil]

Arcane characters finding you asleep at their workplace

The devil works hard, but I work a little harder, so I’m back to writing Arcane headcanons a month before season two comes out.

Jayce:  

- Strong sense of guilt,  

- The first thing that comes to his mind is that you must have waited for him for a long time to fall asleep 

- He will make it up to you by trying to cook something for you, stopping to buy your favorite sweets before heading home, and giving you a shoulder massage the moment you sit down somewhere after you wake up.  

- The man of the Hamlet-like dilemma: he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.  

- If he has something urgent to do, he’ll try to cover your shoulders with something, even just his jacket, to keep you warm while he finishes only the essentials.  

- Once he’s free, he will very gently try to lift you from the chair, apologizing when you wake up and mumble something incoherent.  

Viktor:  

- In the early years of university, it sometimes happened that he found you in his room asleep, slumped over on a chair or bed with your shoes still on.  

- But as the years went by and the lab became his main space, that sight became a constant, repeating at least twice a week.  

- He tries to make as little noise as possible, whether with his aides, the door, or the stack of books and notebooks he needs to organize.  

- Before getting to work, he leaves the room again to bring you your favorite hot drink with a plastic lid pressed on top, so it doesn’t cool down.  

- Then, in complete silence, he works, deciding what to leave for tomorrow and what to do now, so he can finish as soon as possible without delaying too much.  

Ekko:  

- It’s hard to define what exactly a workplace is for Ekko,  

- But he often finds you at the Firelights' tree, in that room that’s supposed to be his, having likely sneaked in through the window to surprise him.  

- There are days when he comes back fairly early but stays to tell stories to the kids, and others when things go wrong, and he returns when it’s already dark, and almost everyone is asleep

- Finding you like this always makes him feel the absence of something more stable

- But he shakes his head and quickly pushes aside doubts about his ideals, stepping out of the room again and making more noise as he enters again, so you wake up, and he can pretend to be surprised in front of your open eyes.  

- By now, you know he steps out and comes back in, but it makes you smile every single time.

Vander:  

- You always sit at a table in the back of the Last Drop to wait for him, trying not to bother him, doodling, doing calculations, or planning something for the next day just to keep yourself entertained.  

- But by now, the sound of drunkards and the clinking of coins and glasses have become background noise that helps lull you into a catatonic state.  

- Vander usually notices after about an hour that you've fallen asleep; he always keeps an eye on you, but sometimes the customers cause problems.  

- He doesn’t like leaving you there, so far away, so he usually waits for a quieter moment to come over, pick you up, and bring you behind the counter, laying you down with your arms and head resting on the wooden bar.  

- He knows it’s not a big improvement, but his priority is to keep you safe.  

- When he finishes working, he closes the bar without doing the closing duties, sets his alarm for earlier than usual, and carries you to your room in his arms, covering your forehead with kisses.  

Silco:  

- The problem with Silco finding you asleep in his office is that he rarely arrives alone.  

- There’s always either Sevika or at least two other henchmen following him.  

- He sighs and sends them away, not without Sevika giving him a provocative look that means everything and nothing.  

- He hates those situations because part of him feels a strange warmth at the thought of you sneaking into his office for whatever reason, but on the other hand, he knows it negatively affects his image to be seen as a leader who tolerates certain insubordinations.  

- Because sneaking into the kingpin’s office is something that would get almost anyone else outside decapitated. But not you.  

- He huffs, pacing the room to deal with both emotions, and when he finally calms down, he approaches you, shaking you slightly to wake you up.  

- It’s certainly not the gentlest gesture on his part, but most of the time, it ends with you either going back to sleep in his bed while he works, or sitting on his lap while he flips through papers without paying them much attention.  

Jinx:  

- She can’t contain her excitement at all. When she notices your figure in her workshop, she always lets out a little happy sound that wakes you up.  

- From there, she immediately starts apologizing at least a thousand times, feeling guilty for waking you up but still too happy that you came to visit her.  

- She helps you up, talking nonstop about her day and anything that comes to mind as she leads you outside.  

- It’s not because she doesn’t want you around, but because she assumes you must be hungry as soon as you wake up, so before you're fully awake, you’ll find yourself at the Last Drop with enough food in front of you to feed her father’s entire gang of henchmen.  

- And she will absolutely feed you herself when she sees you haven’t taken a bite in too long, while stealing food here and there and continuing to talk.  

Vi:  

- For her, too, a "workplace" is a somewhat vague concept,  

- But in return, she has her secret spot, where she hides at night and tries to survive when she’s not out on the streets looking for trouble.  

- Every time she finds you there, she feels an indescribable pang in her heart.  

- She always feels like she’s neglecting the person she loves and failing to make you understand how much she cares about you.  

- She always hesitates before waking you up; sometimes she’ll even go change into clean clothes and wash the grime off her hands and face first.  

- Then she’ll wake you by sitting next to you, giving you a kiss, calling you by a silly nickname only the two of you know, and rubbing her forehead against yours before asking, with a rhetorical smile,  

- "Did you miss me?"

Caitlyn:  

- Sometimes you find yourself in the inner waiting room of the precinct, with her colleagues pointing out your body slumped in the chair and raising their eyebrows, teasing her. Other times, you simply sneak into her room, which isn’t much different from the police station anyway.  

- Every time, she sighs and gently wakes you, her pale eyes a little sad.  

- “Why didn’t you call me?” It doesn’t matter to her that you didn’t want to disturb her, because to her, you’re never a disturbance. It’s not a problem to have you around, even in public. She just feels bad that you waited instead of telling her, so she could have come much sooner.  

- She takes you away from the station without any issues, letting you continue resting against her shoulder as a Kiramman private vehicle takes you both to her home.  

- If you’re already in her room, she usually changes and lies down next to you, taking the chance to nap together, wrapped in each other's arms.  

Mel:  

- Falling asleep inside the Senate? Impossible.  

- But the keys to her office and her room are always in your pocket, and you usually bring her something to eat when you visit, though by the time you fall asleep, both the coffee and the treats are cold.  

- She’s not used to displays of affection, so she stays still for a few seconds before smiling and shaking her head.  

- She doesn’t wake you immediately, not because she doesn’t want to, but because if the sound of the door didn’t wake you, you probably need the rest. So she lets you sleep for at least 30 minutes before coming over, brushing your hair behind your ears to wake you, laughing when you lift your head with your eyes still closed.  

Sevika:  

- The first thing anyone would think is that falling asleep at the Last Drop is extremely dangerous. However, Silco’s henchmen aren’t too different from bipedal dogs by now; they know who you are, recognize your face and scent, and if they notice you’ve fallen asleep somewhere, at least three of them sit at your table to ensure your safety.  

- Sevika is always tasked with the worst imaginable jobs—tedious, long, and often dangerous—so when she finally returns, it’s usually either time to open the bar to the public or time to close it.  

- Even when she sees you, she can’t come to you right away, so she makes a face at whoever is watching over you, as if urging them to protect you better while she heads into the office.  

- Like Silco, part of her feels subconsciously softened by the idea that someone would feel the physical need to be with her so much that they’d wait, sitting until they fell asleep.  

- But on the other hand, she’s terrified that someone might see you and come after you to settle personal scores in a cowardly way.  

- When she finally comes down, she pulls you into her arms without saying a word, holding you under her large cape as she carries you away.  

[komoriiis]

jayce going down to the undercity to apologize to viktor and live happily ever after together as “work partners”

[taisgf]

hc. how i imagine my fave arcane characters in relationships ´ཀ` (sevika, jinx, caitlyn, vi, viktor, jayce x f!reader)

A/N: f!reader, maybe ooc, some nsfw, alc mention. love sevika n cait so much theyre just uuuhhghshs not a single arcane girl that aint fine asf prove me wrong oh wait u can't... I CANT WAIT FOR S2!!!! not proofread because exam szn is kicking my booty

VI

𓇼 Common dates with Vi would no doubt include sparring sessions at the gym, meaning you'll spend hours holding punching bags for her while she trains- talking about whatever. Chances are these hours would morph into playful wrestling, with Vi on top of you attacking your face in small kisses. Things might get a bit steamy, though- don't expect to leave the gym without a few fresh hickeys on your neck..

𓇼 Vi wouldn't be shy about PDA all too much, enjoying subtle, casual and comforting touches. Small pecks to the cheek, a hand on the small of your back, linked fingers. Anything more than that? She'll be too flustered, no doubt about it. Imagine sitting yourself on her lap while she's talking to someone- and suddenly she's unable to focus, get her words out right.

𓇼 Acts of service is for sure one of her love languages. The princess treatment you'd receive from Vi would only be amplified by her eagerness to show off in front of you, too. You can't reach something? She's got it, no problem. Broke something? Vi knows a thing or two, she can fix it. You're hungry? She can whip something up. Anything for her girl.

𓇼 Physical touch is definitely a major comfort and one of Vi's love languages, too. Fight me on this, but she looves little spooning. That's not to say she doesn't big spoon, too- she'll insist on it. However, it's those nights with Vi in your arms you see just how soft and whipped she really is. She isn't as tough as she seems, especially not with her girlfriend. At her core, Vi's just scared of loosing people; so having you there to hold, to feel against her skin is a bigger comfort than you would know.

𓇼 During her time in prison (assuming you didn't just break her out, I know I would) she'd spend her days daydreaming about you to no end. Imagining dates, what she would say to you, waking up next to you again after so long. You're her motivation- no doubt about it.

𓇼 Expect playful, unserious nicknames from Vi- cupcake, sugar, cutie, anything like that. She'd use them mostly ironically, but it would be hard to miss the love in her eyes and the affection in her voice as she says them. Chances are she'd use some variation of your name, too. Vi would love any nickname from you- be it silly or not.

𓇼 She's for sure a restless sleeper- in the sense she's out like a log, but rolling around so much you'd think she was wide awake. You'd fall asleep tucked into her arms, and wake up with her head somehow level with your knees, her foot lodged against your chin- whilst somehow managing to steal all the pillows and duvet.

𓇼 Vi, however, would be super overprotective when she's in a relationship- and it would manifest itself in many ways, most of which could drive you apart. Her lone-wolfish attitude could cause some distance between you two at times, pushing you away when doing anything dangerous in fear of loosing you. She's tough; and might struggle to express vulnerability to you about certain things. This means that she would keep some aspects of her life secret, wanting to separate her relationship with you from any of her vigilante activities.

𓇼 After a while, and probably an instance of you following her around when she specifically told you to stay out of whatever it was, she'd be less underestimating of your ability to hold your own. Only then would she accept your help, and hopefully you'll accept her sincere apology in return.

𓇼 Sleeping with Vi would either be the most sensual, loving and tender experience ever- or the most filthy, disrespectful and lustful one. Either way though, Vi's a giver rather than receiver 99% of the time; and it always, always comes from a place of love. Vi just wants to take care of her girl, you know? She'd love to praise your body, running her coarse hands over your skin while she manhandles you. In Vi's eyes, there's nobody more beautiful than you- and she makes it very known. You'd be reminded in the way your legs don't feel right the following morning, the nips and hickeys on your skin.

CAIT (my gf...)

𓇼 There's nothing Caitlyn loves more than quiet nights in or soft mornings in bed with her love (I'll talk more about that later..). A quiet evening in with you after the day's wrapped up is her favorite part of the day- the only time she can really, truly, relax. Picture her coming back to your quaint Piltover home- throwing off her hat and making her way over to you and just collapsing in your arms, her blue hair sprawled against your shoulder.

𓇼 I don't say this just because of that one scene, but Caitlyn looves to shower together. It ties in to her stress, I think- having her girlfriend wash her back after a long day would calm her to no end. The feeling of your hands, the water, the sound of the drops hitting the ceramic shower floor- the towel against her hair as you dry her off, the fresh sheets hugging her bare form as you crawl into bed. That environment, those little things, are the things that makes Caitlyn love you all the more.

𓇼 Another thing I can see Caitlyn loving are those really deep conversations, the moments she gets a glimpse into your raw soul. Those intellectual, honest conversations are some of her favorite times with you; bonus points if you're half naked with a glass of wine, music playing and it happens to be her day off.

𓇼 Caitlyn would be the type of girl to get grouchy and flustered if she's jealous- using her wit to cover it. She'd be super obvious about it, too- obvious side eyes and breaking eye contact until you ask her what's up.

𓇼 Your dates would be slow, chilled out and relaxing; be it art galleries, restaurants, coffee shops or just cozy days in.

𓇼 I feel like Caitlyn wouldn't be too big on PDA, seeing as she has a reputation and image to uphold in public. Subtle and cute gestures like a linked pinkie or touching legs under a table would happen, sure, but anything more than that you're likely to be met with a chuckle and a soft 'not in public, come on'. She's love to show you off, though- not that she'd ever say so.

𓇼 Words of affirmation and quality time are totally her love languages. She's a busy girl- so the time she does get with you is sacred. In a relationship, I feel like Cait has a real no-bullshit attitude, so communication's a strong suit of hers- and thus words of affirmation. You'll never doubt how much you mean to her.

𓇼 Caitlyn! Writes! Love! Letters! Birthdays, anniversaries, or just any time she's reminded of how much she loves you, away or not, she writes letters. Her handwriting's super fancy, signed with a kiss imprinted into the paper by her lipstick or replaced by a drawing of a heart. Caitlyn would be better at conveying her feelings through pen to paper, so no doubt would she be writing you letter after letter addressed to her love.

𓇼 I get the idea that Cait would just stick to the classic pet names; love, sweetheart, dear, dove. She would love being called them by you- not that she'd ever admit it. She'd chuckle, brushing you off- secretly hoping you'd do it again.

𓇼 Cait loves coming home to find you asleep, waiting up for her. She'd be the type of girl to watch you sleep, letting her eyes rake over your figure as you lie asleep at her desk or curled on the small couch in her bedroom. Speaking of sleep- Cait's a light sleeper, waking at any noise or when she feels you move too far from her. I imagine her sleeping pin straight, for some reason- the duvet tucked tight under her chin, legs straight and arms by her side. She might not be much of a cuddler when she's asleep, but that doesn't mean she isn't during the day.

𓇼 As strong and confident you and Cait would be in your relationship, problems would definitely begin to manifest as the events of the show play out. Cait would get snappy, harsh when she's stressed, only amplified by her independence. She would do her best to keep you out of everything, and would gradually spend less time with you as everything happens. Cait would always make it up to you, though.

𓇼 Just a bonus, but Cait's definitely a morning sex girl. That sacred half hour before she has to get up, just you and her in bed? Best believe she's taking advantage. Cait's a huge service top, in my mind- loving to watch your face as she makes you write, be it by toys or her bare hands.

JINX

𓇼 If you're game enough to date Jinx I feel like she'd make for a really great partner (if you can look past the pranks and obvious lack of stability).

𓇼 Jinx would be fiercely loyal, passionate and affectionate and fiery; at times overdramatic, but it's part of her charm. She's a jealous person by nature which is where her loud, harsh side could come out- but I'm certain all fights would be resolved within the day. Jinx would never mean it- it's just the abandonment issues talking.

𓇼 She'd love to keep you on your toes with pranks, spontaneous gifts and dates- hardly anything's planned in your relationship, but again; it's all part of the charm. (This totally includes off-the-cuff quickies too. Just saying).

𓇼 Jinx loves those days you just hang around her workshop with her- listening to music, talking as she tinkers with some shit you picked up from the street for her. Just having you near is enough- as if she'd ever let you go anywhere, anyway. Whatever she's making is also probably a gift for you- a manifestation of one of her main love languages.

𓇼Late night walks around the Undercity where Jinx shows you some new alley or shop are more than common- most dates taking place outside the home, roaming around.

𓇼 Nobody does PDA like Jinx does PDA. She doesn't say hi- just runs up behind you, pulling you in her arms, running her lips over your neck. It's a comforting thing for her- a way to calm herself down. After a fight, any dangerous situation, it's the feel of your skin against Jinx's calloused hands that she seeks.

𓇼 Physical touch and gift giving are her main love languages, no doubt in my mind. Something's broken? It's fixed, personalized, upgraded. She saw a trinket that reminded her of you? It's yours. It's your birthday, an anniversary or anything of that nature? A handmade gift, just for you. I feel like Jinx would be the type to draw her partner, too; leaving you small sticky notes with stick figure doodles around.

𓇼 Jinx is a chronic starfish sleeper- sorry. She's either taking the whole duvet and mattress in bed, or clinging onto you so tightly that you can hardly move let alone breathe.

𓇼She's an insecure, anxious girl at her core; no doubt manifesting itself in the form of jealousy and possessiveness when she's in a relationship. Like a lot of the other girls, she'd do her best to keep you separate from all the conflict- in an attempt to keep you safe. Jinx can't loose you too. She'd be gone, vanished for long periods of time- something you'd have to get used to.

𓇼She's a fast paced, passionate girlfriend in bed. Rough kisses, your lip between her teeth. Jinx would love to leave marks- small bites, hickeys in obvious spots on your neck, wrists. She's rough, playful yet cautious as the last thing she'd want is to hurt you. Sex would be less of a once-or-twice, prolonged event- more like quick, spontaneous and passionate quickies scattered though out the day; really any time she can get you all alone, public or not.

SEVIKA

𓇼 Sevika is crazy protective— she’d tear through anyone or anything just to keep you safe. You’re her number one priority, and she’ll do whatever it takes to shield you from harm. You’ll often catch her ready to confront anyone who steps out of line, her fierce gaze making it clear she’s got your back no matter what; and reminding others that you're firmly off limits.

𓇼 When it’s time to relax, Sevika loves hitting up a bar for drinks. She’s all about that fun atmosphere, especially when she gets to tease you and push your buttons. Expect her to lean in close, whispering something dirty while you're talking to someone else- then act like nothing happened, ordering another round.

𓇼 And yeah, she gets super jealous—like, possessive jealous. If someone’s chatting you up, you’ll definitely feel her presence. She might just slide her hands under your shirt while you’re talking, a firm hand finding solace on your ass or lower back, making it crystal clear who you belong to. There’s no doubt about her loyalty; she wears her heart on her sleeve. Everyone in Zaun and Piltover alike who knows who Sevika is knows that you're her's.

𓇼 Sevika’s all about physical touch and quality time. Whether she’s got her arm around your waist or just pulling you in for a hug, those little moments mean everything to her- grounding her though out the day.

𓇼 If you find yourself with Sevika in her office during the day, especially if she has others over, best believe she'd pull you atop her lap and keep you there. She'd love to show you off.

𓇼 When it’s bedtime, you’ll find her holding you tight, making sure you’re right next to her. She’s a heavy sleeper, but if she notices you’re not there, she’ll wake up instantly, reaching out for you to pull you back in. It’s her way of keeping you close, even in her sleep.

𓇼 Sevika has a little stash of photos of you—some a bit scandalous, definitely. She'd keep them tucked away in her jacket pocket, her personal collection of your best moments. A polaroid (if they even exist in Zaun) of you, all pretty with no shirt or bra; looking up at her. That's her favorite, for sure. Or maybe the one of you in her shower, all soapy and giggling? She can't choose.

𓇼 But here’s the thing: her protectiveness can often times come off as controlling. She worries a lot, and while you know she loves you, there are times when it can feel suffocating. Still, deep down, it’s all about her trying to keep you safe from everything she's involved in.

𓇼 Card game queen. Loves to 'let you win' but most of the time it's just that you genuinely beat her, and Sevika just doesn't wanna admit it.

𓇼The strap is HUGE good lord. In bed you're nothing more than her pretty toy- putty in her hands, weak for her touch (wouldn't we all be?). She'd love to just sink into the couch, watching you squirm and moan, beg and whine for her while she gets you off, be it by some toy or her hand(s?).

toxic wlw with sevika.... huge age and size gap...... being her pretty little thing... nibbling at the bars of my enclosure and drooling everywhere i need her so bad vro

JAYCE

𓇼 Jayce is all about being creative partners, bouncing ideas off each other and collaborating. Whether you’re working on a project or just daydreaming about the future, he’s your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up and encouraging you. He'd find inspiration in your passion- fueling his own motivation.

𓇼 When you’re together, it’s usually a mix of relaxation and productivity. (I think it's called 'body doubling'? ADHD king honestly)

𓇼 You might find yourselves working side by side in his lab crafting something new, or just enjoying the time together while he rants about the council or rattles off his new ideas; applications for hextech. He thrives in those collaborative moments, and the chemistry between you both makes everything feel effortless and romantic.

𓇼 Jayce can get pretty insecure when it comes to jealousy. Instead of getting mad, he tends to overthink things, imagining scenarios that might not even be real. You'd notice him being a bit quiet or withdrawn if he thinks someone’s getting too close- he wants to be the one who makes you happy, and him alone.

𓇼 Physical touch, like most others on my list, is a big deal for Jayce. He loves to pull you in for side hugs or wrap an arm around your shoulders while you’re talking or pass each other through out the day. He knows how packed and hectic your schedules are; so he treasures those small moments. Those little gestures are his way of showing you how much he appreciates you, in his own little way.

𓇼 And don’t be surprised if he surprises you with little gifts or gestures. He might bring home a trinket that he'd made or saw in a shop window he thought you’d like, showing that he’s always thinking of you, even when he’s busy with his work. It’s his way of reminding you how much you mean to him- in the midst of his gruelling work hours.

𓇼 But sometimes, his overthinking can lead to misunderstandings. He might pull away a bit when he’s feeling insecure, and you’ll need to reassure him that he’s the one you want- that his elaborate scenarios and stupid insecurities don't mean anything. A little gentle nudging and open conversations can help him see just how much you care, and your touch always grounds him well.

𓇼 I feel like Jayce is a total bottom- far more submissive than people give him credit for. Look at him. He's definitely been pegged at least once. At his core, though, I feel like he's a more vanilla guy. Slow, soft romantic nights and mornings with you are more his speed; spare the odd shitty day at work where he either needs you to take care of him, or to get your permission to ravish you until he forgets about whatever he was mad about.

VIKTOR

𓇼 Viktor’s love language is all about that parallel play. He might not be the most overtly affectionate, but you can feel the warmth when you’re both just doing your own thing in the same space. Whether he’s tinkering with a new invention or you’re reading nearby, the comfort of simply being together speaks volumes to him.

𓇼 Time with Viktor is rare, often snatched in small moments away from the hectic world outside. He prefers those soft, chilled vibes over fast-paced outings. You might find yourselves just hanging out in your cozy home or his workshop, surrounded by all his gadgets and loose leaf papers. Those quiet moments are where he truly shines, sharing snippets of his world with you- quiet, spare the odd "Y/N; could you look this over for me?".

𓇼 When he’s with you, Viktor can’t help but get a bit playful and competitive. He loves to tease, whether it’s subtly poking fun at your skills or playfully challenging you to solve some problem (IDK what nerds do bear with me gang..). He’s all about that friendly competition, and it’s adorable to see his competitive side come out, even if he’s not taking it too seriously- a contrast from how cold he can be when engrossed in his work. It's special in the sense it's just for your eyes, too.

𓇼 Viktor is surprisingly protective in his own way. He might not be the type to confront anyone directly, but he’ll always look out for you from the shadows, making sure you’re safe. You can sense his care in the little things—like how he’ll adjust your scarf on a chilly day or keep an eye on your health when you’re feeling under the weather.

𓇼 Physical touch is definitely a part of his affection, but it’s often subtle. A hand resting on your back while he explains something, a lean against you as he stands, or a gentle brush of his fingers as he reaches for a tool. Those little touches mean a lot, showing that he’s there for you without being overly demonstrative- he's not showy like that.

𓇼 Viktor's got a variety of cute quirks- all adorable in their own right. He'd have a habit of doodling sketches of you in the margins of his notes or jotting down ideas inspired by your conversations. It’s his way of holding onto those moments, turning your shared time into something tangible he can revisit later, draw innovation from.

𓇼 Although at times Viktor's intense focus on his work can lead to him getting a bit lost in his projects. It might feel like he’s prioritizing whatever new hex-tech development or theory over spending time with you. However, you know it’s just his passion and dedication to making the world better, and he always makes sure to carve out time for you when it counts- just something you'd grow used to, and even appreciate.

𓇼 In bed Viktor's tame- romantic and sensual. Like Jayce, he'd be soft and slow on account of his weakness, but in no way does that mean it wouldn't be good. He's definitely good with his hands, too.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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[pow-pow1111]

𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙎- 𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙉𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠

Arcane x reader

Summary: you message them pretending to be a stranger hitting on them

Includes: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ekko, Sevika

Note: So sorry that the pictures are so blurry!!!! I hope you can tell who everybody is, idk why the quality is so bad :(

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[bestwitchsam]

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Credit : yukeesfreezer

[thesevi0lentdelights]

YALL PLEASE REPORT THIS USER THIS PERSON OR BOT IS STEALING OTHER PEOPLES CONTENT AND WHEN YOU TRY TO OPEN THE LINKS/SEE MORE IT TAKES YOU TO A RANDOM PAGE, PROBABLY A VIRUS THE USER IS @/rslnews1 PLEASE REPORT

Some of the ppl I saw this account stealing content from/copying (didn’t dig more but there’s a lot): @rougesquadron9 @holskeepsitreal @diorkittys @mankatzu @pileofb1le @cherrybomb107 @sidecast @sapphointhe21stcenturyposts @souls-69 @misswynters @batterywaterpen @vhsleoyfc @n4tek @juckalope @flansiscaart-blog

[meshla-cyarika]

I NEED THEM BIBLICALLY

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[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her

when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning

teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands

Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!

and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice

uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10

eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”

the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling

one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas

seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more

she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)

if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.

when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup

i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses

Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them

all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore

you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?

Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey of Shimmer

remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry

once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love

it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”

you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers

Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny

but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused

when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips

“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”

Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take

you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water

even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did

Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.

you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.

“I quit Shimmer.”

you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

[pinkthick]

A Nocturne in Melody

Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word Count:7976 (about 25 minutes reading time)

Summary: “You were extraordinary,” Viktor said softly, his voice tinged with awe. He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with the same wonder he’d shown back when you’d played for him in your small, shared apartment for the first time. “I don’t think anyone could look away. You had the entire hall in the palm of your hand.”

Notes: Okay, I’m super nervous about how this turned out, but I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so if you spot any mistakes, I’m so sorry.😭 But you guys asked for a vampire AU so here it is.🦇

Warnings: Nonconsensual blood drinking, a little bit of violence

Masterlist: A Nocturne in Melody

Part 1

You stood in front of the mirror, hands pressed on either side of the little vanity, fingers just slightly trembling as you gazed at your reflection. The room was filled with a warm, golden glow from the single lamp on the dresser, casting soft light over your face. You were already dressed for the night in your performance outfit—a rich, dark fabric that felt both extravagant and grounding, hugging your form in just the right way. But looking at yourself now, it was hard to recognize the calm, confident person you had always hoped would stand here. Instead, nerves buzzed through you like electricity, racing in your veins and tugging at the edges of your thoughts.

Two hours until the performance.

Just as you took a deep breath, the familiar sound of Viktor’s footsteps creaked across the floorboards behind you. The comforting rhythm pulled a small, grateful smile from you. Viktor had always been able to ease your anxiety, even when you felt like your nerves were getting the best of you. He had been by your side through so much already—through every high and every low, through the days of playing in dimly lit bars where you’d strain to be heard over the clinking of glasses, and now, finally, for this night, the night you’d been dreaming of for so long.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft, his accent a warm familiarity in a world that could often feel so overwhelming. Viktor moved to stand beside you, his gentle gaze studying you through the reflection. His eyes held that glimmer of quiet encouragement, the same look he’d given you so many times before, from when you’d first arrived in Piltover with him to those early, uncertain days at the Academy, to now.

You let out a shaky breath, glancing over at him in the mirror. “I’m… I don’t know, Vik. It just feels like… I don’t know if I can do this. What if I mess up? What if I don’t sound right? This is my one shot to actually play somewhere… somewhere important. I don’t want to ruin it.”

He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. His touch was warm, grounding. “You’ve played in more difficult places, with far worse distractions. This? This is just… a room filled with people who came to hear the music. Nothing else.”

You bit your lip, still unsure. “It’s different this time. This isn’t just any performance. This is… this is the performance, Vik. And what if—what if something goes wrong?”

He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “You’re going to be brilliant. Like you always are. You have no idea how many people are about to be captivated by you.”

You chuckled, trying to dispel the nerves. “And how would you know?”

“Because I know you. And I know that when you play, you become someone… extraordinary.” His words were laced with the quiet confidence that only Viktor seemed to have when it came to you. You wondered how he always seemed to have so much faith in you, more than you often had in yourself. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

Just as you were beginning to feel that comfort settle, Viktor let out a cough—a deep, rattling cough that shook his frame. You turned to him immediately, worry flashing across your face.

“Viktor, are you okay?”

He waved a hand dismissively, his other still clutching at his chest. “Yes, yes—it’s more annoying than anything. Don’t worry.” He tried to smile through it, but you could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the slight way his shoulders drooped from fatigue. Viktor had always been frail, even when you were children, but it seemed that lately, his health had been getting worse.

“Are you sure?” You placed a hand over his, concern clear in your eyes.

“I’m alright,” he insisted softly, his fingers lacing through yours. “Tonight is about you, not me. Don’t worry about this. You should be focusing on… this big night of yours.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze, but you knew there was a truth to his weariness, one he rarely admitted aloud.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, hands entwined, the weight of both your worries lingering in the air. You took a deep breath, letting his presence soothe you, even though you were still worried about him.

He could see the concern in your gaze, and he tilted his head, lips pulling into a gentle smile. “I told you,” he murmured, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right there, watching you.”

You laughed softly. “You better. It would feel strange to be up there without knowing you’re out in the audience, ready to give me that silly thumbs-up you do.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “And don’t think I’ll let you worry about me instead of enjoying yourself tonight.”

“But I always worry about you, Vik. You’re—well, you’re my everything.” The words slipped out before you could catch them, and you felt a faint blush warm your cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Everything?”

You laughed, swatting at his arm. “Don’t get all smug. You know exactly what I mean.”

“Oh, I do. And I’ll be reminding you of it every chance I get,” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking into that familiar grin of his.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away and tried to focus back on your reflection, adjusting your collar and smoothing out invisible wrinkles in your clothes. Viktor leaned against the doorframe, watching you quietly, the fondness in his gaze unmistakable.

“You know,” he said, after a moment of watching you fuss with your outfit, “I’ve always admired that about you. No matter how nervous you get, you never let it stop you. You go out there and do it anyway. It’s… inspiring.”

You turned to face him, struck by the sincerity in his voice. “Viktor…”

He smiled, that soft, quiet smile he wore just for you. “I mean it. You’re going to make an impact tonight, not just because of your music, but because of who you are. The world needs to hear what you have to offer. And tonight is just the beginning.”

Feeling a swell of emotion, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. He held you close, his head resting above yours, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. This moment felt perfect, even with all your nerves, even with the worry gnawing at the back of your mind about Viktor’s health.

Finally, you pulled back, taking a deep breath. “Alright, okay. I think… I think I’m ready. At least, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

Viktor nodded, eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and encouragement. “That’s my girl.”

Just as you were about to speak, he coughed again, the sound harsh and jarring in the quiet room. You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, your concern flaring up once more.

“Viktor, maybe you shouldn’t come tonight. I mean, I would love to have you there, but if you’re not feeling well…”

He shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not. There’s no way I’d miss this.” His voice was resolute, though you could hear the strain in it. He gave you a reassuring smile, even though you could see the exhaustion tugging at the edges of his expression.

After a long pause, he took your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Look… I know things have been hard. With my health, with… everything.” He hesitated, his gaze dropping for a moment. “But being with you, seeing you chase your dreams… it gives me hope. And tonight, you’re going to show the world who you really are. You’re going to shine brighter than anyone else in that room.”

Your heart tightened at his words, a mixture of love and sadness flooding through you. You knew he was fighting his own battles, battles he didn’t always share with you, but he was here, right beside you, lifting you up when you needed it most.

“Thank you, Viktor. For… for everything.” You whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

He gave a small nod, his eyes meeting yours with that unwavering warmth. “Anytime.”

Taking a final deep breath, you let his words ground you. You knew that no matter what happened tonight, Viktor would be there, your constant, your strength.

—

The energy backstage hummed with tension and excitement, performers and crew members rushing around in various states of preparation. You could feel the nervous buzz in your stomach intensify as the seconds ticked down, the final stretch before you would take the stage and pour yourself into the violin like never before.

You kept close to your crew, some of whom you’d been working with for months now, building camaraderie and trust through rehearsals, late nights, and shared dreams. Your ensemble would be joining you after the opening, but there was one critical difference tonight—a solo piece right in the beginning that would be yours alone, something you’d been working toward for as long as you could remember. And now, it was happening.

Trying to steady your breathing, you focused on the music, visualizing each note, each crescendo, letting it ground you. But even with that, the nerves remained, the weight of the night pressing down harder than ever.

Just then, one of your ensemble members, Claire, stepped beside you. She was tuning her violin, and the sound mingled with the other instruments tuning in the background. You’d never been particularly close with her; she was more reserved, almost aloof, often keeping to herself during practices. But she was talented—there was no denying that—and you’d always respected her for her skill.

“Are you doing okay, darling?”

Trying to make small talk to ease the tension, you murmured, “I’m just so nervous—”

“Why?” Claire’s tone was sharp, almost biting, and you looked up, surprised. “Because you know you don’t deserve it?”

You blinked, taken aback by her sudden hostility. “Excuse me?”

She didn’t bother to look at you as she continued tuning her instrument, her fingers moving with practiced ease. “Apparently, it helps to have a boyfriend who’s friends with one of the council’s members.” Her voice was laced with disdain, her words dripping with accusation.

You could feel your heart drop, a mixture of anger and hurt bubbling up in response. “What are you trying to say, Claire?”

She shrugged, casting a sidelong glance your way, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Just that some of us have been working our entire lives for a shot like this. And it’s a little convenient that you, of all people, suddenly get handed a solo spot. Especially when your… boyfriend has connections.” She said the word “boyfriend” like it left a sour taste in her mouth.

You felt your cheeks flush, both from embarrassment and frustration. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve worked just as hard as anyone here.”

“Maybe.” Claire gave a slight, dismissive tilt of her head. “But it’s just a little too easy, isn’t it? For you to show up here, playing in bars, and suddenly you’re front and center with a solo spot that should have gone to someone who’s actually earned it.”

You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your voice steady. “I have earned it, Claire. Every step of the way. I practiced just as hard as you, worked just as long, and went through every audition like everyone else.”

Claire laughed softly, a sound that felt more like a slap in the face than anything else. “Keep telling yourself that. But you and I both know that without Viktor’s influence, you’d still be playing for drunks in some tavern on the outskirts.”

Anger flared in your chest, but more than that, her words cut deep. You had worked hard—endlessly, tirelessly, pushing yourself past your limits to reach this point. And yes, Viktor had been by your side, supporting you, encouraging you, but never once had he interfered in your career. He believed in you and wanted you to succeed, but he would never use his influence to sway things in your favor. And to hear Claire throw all that back in your face like this felt like a betrayal.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice firm, though your hands were still trembling. “This solo isn’t something Viktor handed to me. I got it because I deserved it.”

Claire finally looked at you fully, her eyes cold and challenging. “Deserved it? Really? That’s interesting, because a lot of us seem to think otherwise.” She leaned in, voice lowering to a hiss. “Enjoy the spotlight while you can, because people will see through you eventually.”

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to fire back. A scene backstage was the last thing you needed, especially tonight, of all nights. Instead, you forced yourself to turn away, ignoring the way Claire’s words lingered, gnawing at your thoughts.

You lifted your violin case onto a table and opened it, drawing out the familiar weight of the instrument. Just holding it in your hands eased some of the tension, grounding you. You adjusted the bow, glancing toward the stage door, where you’d soon step out and face the audience, every eye on you, waiting for the first note.

A soft voice beside you made you look up. It was one of the cellists, a quiet, kind man named Alain. He smiled gently, his gaze sympathetic. “Don’t let her get to you,” he murmured. “Anyone with any sense can see how talented you are. You’ve earned this.”

You gave him a grateful smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Thanks, Alain. That… that means a lot.”

He nodded, patting your shoulder. “Just remember—you’ve got more people cheering for you than against you.”

The stage director waved you over, signaling that it was almost time. Alain gave you an encouraging nod before stepping back to let you focus. You took one last deep breath, then moved toward the stage door, positioning yourself for your entrance. The murmurs of the audience on the other side seemed to fade as you centered yourself, mentally running through the opening notes of your solo.

With a final look at the dim backstage area, you squared your shoulders, holding your violin and bow steady. You felt the soft pressure of the wood against your collarbone, grounding you, connecting you to the music you were about to play.

The lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the crowd. The world narrowed down to the single spotlight on the stage, waiting for you to step into it. You closed your eyes briefly, letting Viktor’s words settle in your mind one last time.

You’re going to shine.

With a final, calming breath, you stepped onto the stage, letting the applause wash over you as you took your position. You could barely make out the faces in the crowd, but you knew Viktor was there somewhere, watching you with that quiet pride. And for a moment, all the nerves melted away, replaced by the steady, familiar rhythm of your heartbeat.

You raised your bow, poised for the first note.

As your bow touched the strings, the first note pierced the silence, resonating through the hall. It felt like time slowed, the world narrowing down to the sound of your violin and the rhythm of your breath. The nerves, the doubts, the sting of Claire’s words—they all melted away, replaced by the sheer exhilaration of the music. Each note carried years of practice, of late nights, and of dreams you’d clung to when everything seemed too far away. This was everything you had worked for, and now it was happening.

As the solo flowed from your fingers, you opened your eyes for a fleeting moment and caught a glimpse of the audience. Row after row was filled, people rapt with attention. And there, nestled in the fourth row, was Viktor. His gaze was focused entirely on you, his expression proud and calm. For that brief moment, your eyes met, and you could feel his silent encouragement. It was as if he was right there beside you, grounding you, his unwavering support wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

That one look from Viktor renewed your confidence, and you poured yourself even more deeply into the music. The notes filled the hall, flowing effortlessly as you surrendered to the melody. The violin felt like an extension of yourself, every stroke of the bow an expression of everything you wanted to say but never could. By the time the orchestra joined in, the sound swelled around you, lifting the piece to new heights. You let yourself get lost in the harmony, the layers of instruments weaving together into a tapestry of sound. It was beautiful—something beyond what words could capture.

As the last note lingered, the hall fell silent, a charged, expectant pause hanging in the air before the applause erupted, thunderous and relentless. You lowered your violin, heart racing, the echoes of the performance still buzzing through you. You took a bow, your heart swelling at the standing ovation that met you. For a moment, you felt like you could hardly breathe, overcome by the sheer intensity of it all.

When you finally left the stage, the backstage was a mix of bustling musicians and congratulatory voices. You stood there, letting it all sink in, a quiet smile on your face as the reality of what had just happened settled over you. It was a strange, surreal feeling—one part triumph, one part relief. You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring it, before a familiar voice called out.

“Hey, over here!”

Opening your eyes, you saw Viktor waving you over, his face lit with a grin. Jayce stood beside him, clapping with a mischievous grin as if to add a little extra to the applause you’d just left behind on stage.

You made your way over, the excitement still bubbling in you as Viktor pulled you into a warm hug, his embrace gentle yet grounding. You could feel the pride radiating from him, and it filled you with a sense of warmth and fulfillment that only he could bring.

“You were extraordinary,” Viktor said softly, his voice tinged with awe. He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with the same wonder he’d shown back when you’d played for him in your small, shared apartment for the first time. “I don’t think anyone could look away. You had the entire hall in the palm of your hand.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a laugh escaping you as you shook your head. “I… thank you. But honestly, it was as much your belief in me as anything else.”

Jayce laughed, clapping you on the back with a wide grin. “Not just belief. Pure talent. I haven’t seen a performance like that in ages. Viktor wasn’t exaggerating when he told me how good you were.”

“Jayce, please, you’re embarrassing me,” Viktor teased, though his eyes sparkled with pride. He glanced at you, his expression softening. “It was… beyond words. You were more than I ever dreamed you could be up there.”

You reached for Viktor’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Thank you, Vik. For everything. I don’t think I could have gotten here without you.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You’ve always had this inside you. I just… helped you find a place to show it to the world.”

Just as you were about to respond, Jayce’s gaze wandered back toward the crowd exiting the theater, and his expression shifted to something a bit more serious. He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, you really should consider sharing your music more often. Maybe a few more performances? I think I might know some people who’d love to see you play again.”

You glanced at Viktor, who gave a small, encouraging nod. The idea of doing this more often, of finding more places to share your music, excited you. It was something you’d dreamed of, and now, it seemed more possible than ever.

“I… I’d love that,” you replied, smiling at Jayce. “Thank you.”

Jayce grinned, giving Viktor a nudge. “See, I told you she’d be a hit.”

Viktor laughed softly, his arm slipping around your shoulders as he turned back to you. “I think I already knew that. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

You laughed with him, feeling a warmth settle over you as Viktor held you close, his gaze never leaving yours. The moment felt perfect, and you could feel the weight of everything you’d overcome to reach this point slipping away, replaced by a quiet, steady joy.

But just as you were beginning to feel fully at ease, a piercing scream split through the air, cutting through the celebratory buzz of the crowd. The sound was sharp, filled with terror, and it silenced the laughter and murmured conversations around you. Everyone froze, their eyes wide as they looked toward the source of the scream.

The smile faded from Viktor’s face, and he looked at you, a flicker of worry in his gaze. Jayce’s expression hardened, his body tense as he scanned the room, eyes narrowing.

Another scream followed, closer this time, echoing through the hallway leading to the entrance of the theater.

The scream echoed through the air, sharp and bone-chilling, freezing everyone in place. For a split second, everything felt suspended. Then the doors burst open, and chaos erupted.

In the dim lighting near the entrance, you caught a flash of something terrifying—a figure moving too fast for human eyes to follow, leaving a trail of bodies in its wake. People screamed, scrambling for any exit they could reach, some tripping over one another in the frenzy to escape. It was like watching a nightmare unfold in real time. You recognized it immediately: a rogue vampire, one of the few who’d abandoned the code that kept them integrated with human society, choosing violence and terror instead.

Viktor tightened his hold on you, his face a mix of shock and fear. He met your gaze, his eyes wide, but he managed to keep his voice steady. "Stay with me. We'll find a way out."

The crowd surged around you, pushing and pulling in every direction as the vampire tore through the panicked masses, relishing the fear and chaos it created. You clutched Viktor's arm, trying to keep your balance, but you could feel the force of the crowd pulling you both apart.

Viktor's grip on his cane tightened as he tried to keep up, his breathing ragged from the effort. But the throng of panicking people made every step more difficult, and you could see the strain in his face.

The surge of the crowd made it impossible to stay close, and you tried to hold onto his hand but it was useless. The crowd pushed you forward, separating you from Viktor as you were swept toward the exit. "Just go!" Viktor shouted, looking back at you with desperation. "I—I'll be fine! Just get out of here!" You turned back, searching the crowd for any glimpse of him, but it was impossible to see through the sea of bodies.

You pushed against the flow, desperately trying to get back to him, but the surge was too strong, and the fear in people’s faces reminded you of the danger closing in behind you. Then, just as you thought about trying to break through the throng again, you spotted a child—no more than six or seven—frozen in terror, her wide eyes fixed on the chaos around her. She stood alone, trembling, her face streaked with tears as she looked helplessly toward the exits that were now jammed with desperate people.

You could feel the panic gnawing at you, the need to find Viktor tugging at your heart, but you couldn’t leave the little girl alone in the midst of this horror. Her small frame was at risk of being trampled by the crowd, her frightened eyes darting from one screaming adult to another, unable to comprehend the danger around her.

Taking a deep breath, you fought against the tide of people, making your way toward the girl. "Hey!" you called, trying to get her attention. She turned, her tear-streaked face lighting up with a glimmer of hope as she saw you approaching.

You knelt down, forcing a calm smile despite the chaos around you. "It’s okay, sweetheart," you said softly, reaching out to her. "I’m going to get you out of here, all right? Can you take my hand?"

The girl nodded, her tiny hand slipping into yours, her grip surprisingly tight as she clung to you like a lifeline. You could feel her small fingers trembling, and you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Stay close to me, and don’t let go," you told her, giving her a quick smile. "We’ll be safe soon. Just keep your eyes on me."

Together, you tried to navigate through the chaos, weaving between panicked people and dodging those who shoved their way to the exits. You cast a quick glance back, hoping for a glimpse of Viktor, but all you saw was the sea of terrified faces, all rushing toward any available way out.

Behind you, the rogue vampire continued its rampage, a blur of dark movement in the corner of your vision. You could hear the inhuman snarls and the horrific sounds of screams being cut short, sending fresh waves of panic through the crowd. You knew you had to keep moving, but part of you wanted nothing more than to find Viktor and get him to safety. However, the little girl’s hand in yours kept you grounded, her frightened gaze fixed on you as if you were her only anchor in the storm of chaos.

You guided her through the crowd, but the further you went, the harder it became to move forward. People were frantic, shoving past you in every direction, and each step felt like a battle to keep your balance. At one point, you stumbled, nearly losing your grip on the girl’s hand, but she clung to you with surprising strength.

A sudden crash echoed from behind, and you glanced back just in time to see a row of seats go flying, thrown aside like toys by the vampire’s inhuman strength. The creature’s eyes gleamed with a sick delight as it scanned the crowd, seeking out anyone unfortunate enough to cross its path. You swallowed hard, realizing that you and the girl were still too close to the center of the chaos. If you didn’t find an exit soon, there was a very real chance you wouldn’t make it out.

You spotted a small side door, partially hidden behind a curtain, and steered the girl toward it. She looked up at you, her wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope as she followed your lead. But just as you reached the door, another wave of panicked people crashed into you, separating you from the child. You stumbled, reaching out to grab her, but she was swept a few feet away, lost in the chaos.

Heart pounding, you fought against the crowd, calling out to her. "Wait! Don’t move! I’m coming to get you!"

The girl looked back at you, her face pale with fear, but she nodded, ducking down behind a row of seats in a desperate attempt to stay hidden. You took a shaky breath, determination surging within you as you pushed your way forward, dodging people and debris as you made your way toward her hiding spot.

As you drew closer, you saw her peeking out from behind the seats, her small form huddled down as if trying to make herself invisible. Her wide, fearful eyes met yours, and she gave a tiny, trembling nod, as if pleading with you to come and take her to safety.

—

The screams and pounding footsteps made it almost impossible to focus, but Viktor kept pushing forward. Each step was agony without his cane, but he couldn’t stop, not when he knew you were somewhere out there. The crowd jostled him from every side, and he had to brace himself against a wall, clutching at his leg to keep himself upright. His cane had been knocked from his grasp in the chaos, and he felt the sting of its absence, each step sending a sharp pain up his leg.

He looked around, desperation clawing at him as he scanned the sea of faces, trying to find you. All he could think of was getting to you, making sure you were safe. His heart hammered in his chest, fear twisting his insides as he forced himself forward, determined to reach you.

Then, above the chaotic din, there was a sudden, deafening crash. Viktor’s heart skipped a beat as he turned, his eyes widening in horror. A massive statue had toppled over, smashing into the crowd. People screamed, some scrambling away, others lying motionless beneath the heavy stone. Viktor’s breath caught as he recognized a familiar figure trapped beneath the rubble. It was you.

You were pinned beneath the statue, one of your legs crushed under the weight. Your face was pale, your breaths shallow as you struggled to keep your composure despite the agony written across your features. Beside you was the little girl, tears streaming down her face as she tried, in vain, to push at the stone.

Viktor’s heart shattered at the sight. He limped forward, shoving through the crowd with all the strength he could muster, ignoring the pain that throbbed with each step. He had to reach you. Nothing else mattered.

“Oh my—” Viktor gasped as he finally reached your side, kneeling down beside you, his hands hovering over the statue as if willing it to move by sheer force of will. His face was etched with worry, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of your crushed leg, the blood pooling around you. “No, no, this—”

You managed a weak smile, trying to keep him calm despite the agony you were in. “Viktor, you can’t lift it. Please… take the little girl and go.”

Viktor’s eyes met yours, a mixture of panic and stubborn resolve in his gaze. “I can’t leave you. Not like this.”

“Vik…” you said, your voice barely a whisper as the pain threatened to consume you. “The enforcers will be here. They’ll help me. But the girl… she needs you. Please, get her to safety.”

He shook his head, reaching out to take your hand, his grip trembling. “I can’t just leave you here. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

You could feel yourself getting weaker, the edges of your vision blurring as the blood loss took its toll. But you squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him even as your strength faded. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Just… go.”

Viktor’s jaw clenched, his eyes shining with tears as he looked between you and the terrified little girl by your side. He knew he had to do something, but leaving you felt like an impossibility. His heart was breaking at the thought, and he could see the desperation in your eyes, urging him to save the child.

The girl looked up at Viktor, her small hand clutching his sleeve as she tried to hold back her tears. “Please… don’t leave her,” she whispered, her voice quivering with fear.

Just then, a dark figure appeared, closing in on Viktor from behind—the rogue vampire, its eyes gleaming with malicious glee as it prowled closer, reveling in the despair and fear surrounding it. In an instant, you realized what was about to happen.

“Viktor!” you shouted, panic lacing your voice. “Behind you!”

Before Viktor could react, the vampire lunged forward, knocking him to the ground with brutal force. His body hit the stone floor with a harsh thud, and a flash of agony contorted his features as his hand hit the ground, fingers splaying out as he tried to steady himself. But before he could even attempt to push himself up, the vampire’s claws sank into his shoulders, pinning him in place.

“No!” The word tore from your throat in a ragged gasp, but it was too late, and your voice was barely a whisper over the noise around you. You tried to sit up, to reach him, but pain seared through your leg, stealing the strength from your body. You watched helplessly as the vampire leaned down, its eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

With a swift, calculated movement, the vampire sank its fangs into his neck. Viktor’s mouth opened in a scream, his body tensing as pain wracked through him. His eyes were wide, horrified, as he realized the horror unfolding around him. He thought he’d be killed, that the vampire would drain his blood and leave him here, another victim of this nightmare.

But then the vampire’s gaze shifted, its expression shifting into something far darker, more sinister. It straightened, its fangs stained with Viktor’s blood, and it lifted its wrist to its mouth, biting into its own flesh until dark, thick blood welled up, dripping from the wound. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen, the cruel intention clear in the vampire’s eyes.

“No… no,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he struggled against the vampire’s hold, his body weak and trembling from the blood loss. But the vampire only sneered, lowering its bleeding wrist toward Viktor’s mouth, the blood dripping onto his lips, staining them a deep, unnatural red.

Viktor clamped his mouth shut, desperately trying to resist, but the scent of the vampire’s blood was overwhelming, intoxicating. It was like a dark whisper, an ancient hunger clawing its way into his mind, demanding he surrender, that he let go of his humanity. His stomach twisted with revulsion, but the scent of the blood was everywhere, filling his senses, drowning him.

“Drink,” the vampire hissed, its voice a dark, hypnotic command. “You can’t resist it forever, human.”

Viktor clenched his jaw, trying to turn away, but the blood dripped past his lips, pooling on his tongue, and the taste… it was unlike anything he’d ever known. It was rich, powerful, and it filled him with a hunger so fierce it was like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. His resistance crumbled as the need, the burning desire for more, overtook him.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to become a monster, to lose himself to the darkness, but he was losing control, his mind slipping as the hunger grew, overpowering every thought, every reason. His body moved of its own accord, his teeth sinking into the vampire’s wrist as if he were nothing more than a starving animal.

The taste of the blood was electric, searing through him like fire, and he drank deeply, his mind consumed by a primal need he couldn’t understand, let alone fight. Part of him screamed, begging him to stop, but the hunger was too powerful, too consuming. He wanted to stop, but his body refused to listen, driven by a need that was no longer human.

The vampire laughed, watching with satisfaction as Viktor gave in, as the last shred of resistance faded from his eyes, replaced by a desperate, feral hunger. Viktor’s hands gripped the vampire’s arm, pulling it closer as he drank, his body trembling as the blood filled him with an unnatural strength, a power that felt foreign and wrong, but irresistible.

The world around him faded, his thoughts growing hazy as the blood coursed through him, reshaping him, changing him. He felt his humanity slipping away, piece by piece, swallowed by the darkness that consumed him. And yet, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away, even as he felt the horror of what he was becoming.

You watched in horror, your vision blurring as you tried to hold on, your heart breaking as you saw the man you loved losing himself to the darkness. But you were too weak, too close to the edge, and your body was betraying you. The world around you grew dim, the sounds fading to a distant echo as you slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing you saw being Viktor, lost in the vampire’s hold, his humanity slipping away with each desperate gulp of blood.

Viktor drank until he could no longer think, until he was nothing but hunger and need, his mind a twisted, broken version of itself. Then, finally, the vampire pulled its wrist away, a satisfied smirk on its face as it watched Viktor collapse to the ground, his body shivering as the last drops of blood settled within him.

Viktor’s vision was spinning, the world around him a haze of colors and shadows. He could feel the blood in his veins, burning like fire, filling him with a strength he hadn’t known, a power that felt both thrilling and terrifying. He tried to move, to get up, but his body refused to obey, too overwhelmed by the transformation raging within him.

As he lay there, the vampire leaned over him, its cold fingers tracing along his jaw with a sickeningly affectionate touch. “There now,” it murmured, almost lovingly. “You’re one of us now. You’ll learn to love it in time.”

But before it could say more, there was a sudden burst of light, a blinding flash that filled the room, and the vampire hissed, recoiling as the enforcers burst through the doors, weapons raised. Their guns were loaded with hex crystals that glowed with a fierce, deadly energy.

The vampire turned, snarling, its eyes blazing with fury as it prepared to attack. But the enforcers were faster, their weapons firing in unison, beams of energy slicing through the air. The vampire let out a piercing scream as the bullets struck its body, tearing through its flesh, burning with a light that was anathema to its dark nature.

It tried to fight, lashing out with desperate, wild swings, but the enforcers pressed forward, their weapons relentless, each shot weakening the creature until it could barely stand. Finally, with one last, agonized scream, the vampire fell, its body disintegrating into ashes.

Viktor lay there, gasping, his body still trembling as he struggled to process what had happened. The enforcers moved quickly, securing the area, but he barely noticed them, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He could feel the changes within him, the lingering hunger, the strange, unnatural strength that pulsed through his veins.

And as he lay there, he looked at you and the little girl next to you.

—

Bright light pierced the darkness as you drifted back to consciousness. It was soft, filtered through closed curtains, but it was enough to make you squint. You could feel the sterile coolness of hospital sheets against your skin and hear the distant hum of machinery nearby. The dull ache in your leg quickly sharpened into an intense throb, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You sucked in a breath, hissing through clenched teeth as pain clawed up from the injured limb.

“Easy now.” A familiar voice cut through the fog in your mind. Blinking against the light, you focused on the figure standing beside the bed—Jayce, looking tired and somewhat rumpled, as though he hadn’t slept well for days. Beside him was a doctor with a clipboard, whose serious gaze shifted between you and your chart.

“You’re… in the hospital,” Jayce explained, his voice softer than usual. “You’ve been here for a while, actually.”

You looked down, swallowing hard as your gaze settled on the cast covering most of your leg. The ache wasn’t going away anytime soon; it was sharp, almost burning, a reminder of the statue that had pinned you down in that nightmare. Trying to shift even a little was unbearable, so you stayed as still as possible, biting back the pain that flared with every tiny movement.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, looking at you with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “It’s a miracle we even managed to… save it,” he said carefully. “We had to perform multiple surgeries to stabilize the bones and repair the damage. But I have to be honest: your leg won’t fully heal. The injury was extensive.”

You forced yourself to take a steadying breath, though the doctor’s words hung heavily in the air. You’d known, on some level, that things were bad—pain like this didn’t come from a minor injury. But hearing the confirmation, realizing that your leg would never be the same, was still a hard truth to swallow.

“How long?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor exchanged a quick glance with Jayce before replying. “You’ve been unconscious for about a week,” he said gently. “The trauma, combined with blood loss… it was touch and go for a while. But you’re here, and that’s what matters.”

You nodded numbly, too tired to process all of it at once. Instead, your mind latched onto the one thing that hadn’t left your thoughts since you’d woken up—the absence of a familiar voice, one you’d thought would be here with you.

“What happened to Viktor?” you asked, dread curling around each word as you forced yourself to look up at Jayce, searching his face for any hint of reassurance. “Is he… Is he all right?”

Jayce’s expression tightened, a flicker of something troubled passing over his face before he sighed, looking away as though gathering his thoughts. “Viktor’s… alive,” he said finally, his tone cautious. “But the situation is complicated.”

“What do you mean?” The pulse of worry surged into full-fledged fear, tightening your throat as you fought to keep your voice steady. “Where is he?”

Jayce hesitated before answering, his shoulders slumping slightly. “You know the protocols,” he said reluctantly. “After the attack, Viktor was transferred to a specialized facility—a containment unit. He’s being held there until they can determine… well, if he’ll be safe around humans.”

The words hit you like a blow, the sterile reality of it settling uncomfortably around you. A containment unit. As if Viktor were some kind of dangerous creature rather than the man you loved, the man who had been caught in the crossfire of that monstrous attack just as much as you had.

“But Viktor isn’t a threat,” you said, barely managing to keep your voice steady. “He didn’t ask for this. It was… forced on him.”

“I know,” Jayce replied, and there was genuine sympathy in his voice. “But the council, the enforcers—they have strict regulations. Anyone who’s been… transformed… has to be evaluated thoroughly to make sure they’re not a danger to society.”

You swallowed hard, the ache in your chest growing as Jayce’s words sank in. “So he’s… he’s being kept in isolation?”

Jayce nodded, his gaze softening. “He’s been asking about you nonstop, every time I visit him. He’s worried—but he’s making progress.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the weight of everything that had happened settled heavily on your shoulders. The image of Viktor, alone and isolated, torn between his humanity and the dark hunger forced upon him… it was more than you could bear. You wanted to be there with him, to reassure him, to tell him that none of this was his fault. But you were trapped here, bound by the limits of your own body and the damage that had been done.

“How long do they plan to keep him there?” you asked, desperation leaking into your voice.

Jayce rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It depends on the evaluations, how well he’s able to control himself. If there’s any risk of… him losing control, they’ll keep him longer.”

The thought was unbearable, but you forced yourself to press on, to get as much information as you could. “And if he passes? What then?”

Jayce met your gaze, his expression somber. “Then he’ll be allowed supervised release, possibly… eventually, back to his normal life. But they’re strict about monitoring anyone with vampiric tendencies. Especially ones that had been transformed. He’ll be under close watch, no matter what.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you absorbed the reality of the situation. The council’s protocols were harsh, unyielding, and you could only imagine the toll they would take on Viktor, who had always prided himself on his control, his intellect. Now, he was facing something he couldn’t simply reason his way out of—a primal force inside him that threatened to consume everything he was.

“There was a little girl—is she alright?” you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.

Jayce’s hand rested on the side of your bed, his grip tightening slightly as he met your gaze. “Yes, she’s okay. The enforcers responded quickly to the attack, and they managed to take down the rogue vampire, but… by the time they got to you, you’d lost a lot of blood. They had to act fast to save your leg and… well, to keep you here.”

A small, humorless laugh escaped you as you looked down at your leg encased in plaster. “Great. A constant reminder of all of this—but at least she’s okay.” You shook your head, bitterness tainting the edges of your words. The thought of Viktor, suffering alone in that containment facility, while you were here, struggling with your own pain and limitations, was almost too much to bear.

Jayce’s gaze softened as he reached out, gently squeezing your hand. “I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone in this. Viktor… he cares about you. I’ve seen it every time I visit. He doesn’t care about the pain or the changes; he only cares about knowing you’re safe.”

Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you clutched Jayce’s hand tightly. “He shouldn’t be in there. None of this should’ve happened,” you whispered, your voice breaking as the weight of the past week crashed over you.

Jayce gave your hand another reassuring squeeze, his expression pained. “You’re right. It’s unfair. But the best we can do now is help him get through it.”

The thought of Viktor, holding on to his humanity even in the face of such darkness, filled you with a fierce determination. You’d already come this far, survived this nightmare, and you weren’t going to let it end here. Somehow, you’d find a way to get him out, to bring him back. You’d be there for him, just as he’d been there for you all this time.

The doctor, who had been quietly observing, spoke up, his voice calm but firm. “For now, you need rest and recovery. The worst is behind you, but your body needs time to heal. Pushing yourself too soon will only worsen things.”

You nodded, though your mind was already racing, searching for any way to reach Viktor, to let him know you were there for him even if you couldn’t be by his side.

As the doctor left, Jayce lingered by your bedside, his expression thoughtful. “Once you’re well enough… I’ll see what I can do to get you in to see him,” he said quietly. “But for now… focus on healing. He’d want that.”

The promise in his words gave you a small glimmer of hope, a lifeline in the darkness that had consumed both you and Viktor. You squeezed Jayce’s hand in silent gratitude, the two of you sharing a quiet, unspoken understanding.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it. 🙏🏻 This will have around 4 parts and the 4th one will be smut. 😉

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Jayce: 

- This is the worst news he could receive: he's a scholar, he has no idea how to handle these situations, and, most of all, he's forced to confront his pride.  

- Not only was he unable to protect you now, but what if it happens again? Even if he's there, he wouldn't know what to do.  

- What if there's a next time? What if it doesn't turn out as well next time?  

- His self-sabotage leads him to distance himself from you for a few days, not because he doesn't want to be near you while you're hurting, but because he's ashamed of not being able to protect the person he loves.  

- On the bright side, for even just a second, he remembers the original purpose of his research: making the city safe, helping people.  

- But on the negative side, with no one to blame, more than ever, the people of Zaun appear to him as beasts, second-class humans who can't be redeemed in any way.  

- When he finally gathers the courage to see you again, he tries to make amends for everything: for not protecting you, for not being able to, for allowing someone to hurt you, and for not being there during your recovery.  

- He'll literally do anything to be forgiven: every morning you'll find breakfast in bed, if it's cold at night he'll prepare a warmer for your feet, and despite his squeamishness, he'll personally tend to your wounds, even if it makes him feel queasy.

Viktor:

- He tries to help you in every way possible, even ignoring his own pain.  

- He feels sadness, regrets that you went out alone and ended up in such a situation. He can't help but imagine the fear you must have felt, the confusion, and the loneliness when the guards intervened, and you woke up alone in the hospital.  

- He may be a scholar, but first and foremost he's a man with a moral code, and secondly, he's from Zaun: if he has any work, appointments, or lectures, he'll skip them all, maybe muttering a few insults in his thick accent at the most insistent people, and make up for it at night.  

- Plans, ideas, codes, anything – but he won't leave you alone unless you ask him to.  

- He takes care of you meticulously, respecting schedules, bringing you meals in bed, changing your bandages until your skin heals, and you're able to stand on your own again.  

- He doesn't mind helping you – as a chronically ill person who refuses others' help, he's learned to do everything on his own, and he's almost happy that his skills can be useful to someone else.

Ekko:

- Is it something totally normal in the lanes? Yes.  

- Does this stop Ekko from panicking? No.  

- He's the one who finds you and brings you to the others, but he doesn't want, nor can he afford, to be seen panicking. So, he swallows his despair and tries to act as normal as possible while ten other people rush to help you.  

- His face remains expressionless as the most skilled remove debris, clean the wound, stitch your torn flesh, and bandage you, but his foot keeps tapping the floor with force and speed, revealing his anxiety.  

- When the others insist that it's best you stay in the makeshift infirmary, he tries not to protest, but suddenly every moment of the day becomes an excuse to pass by: to bring you stolen sweets from Piltover, to tell you about some expedition, maybe even steal a kiss or fall asleep leaning against your mattress.  

- It's an overwhelming fear, but the fear of losing you makes him unable to think rationally, and all he feels is how much he misses you, even while you're right there with him.

Vander:

- A crossfire from the other side of the river was already a big enough provocation to alert him and prepare to defend the city or, if absolutely necessary, to strike back.  

- But you, as an accidental victim, are a huge problem.  

- He doesn’t have the heart to pull away from you, and when he does, he can’t help but feel frustrated, angry at himself, knowing he hasn’t been able to keep his city under control like he promised—to you, to Piltover, to everyone.  

- He’ll ask for your forgiveness by kissing the scarred skin every day, even if you insist it’s not his fault, and if you remember even one of the faces, he’ll go and handle the problem.  

- Not with violence, unless necessary, but it’s not about personal justice; rather, it’s about protecting the other citizens of the alleys too.  

- Even after you’ve healed, he’ll insist it’s absolutely necessary to carry you everywhere you need to go, claiming a very good doctor told him so.  

- And the memory of the scar will be tiny compared to all the marks Vander has left on you.  

Silco:

- Private justice is absolutely the first option, even though you were an accidental victim.  

- He’ll call all his goons and associates for a meeting while you’re still bedridden, to see if they’ve heard, seen, or been involved in any armed conflict, and if he doesn’t get a face or a name from them, he’ll turn to the brothel, the house of all information,  

- Until he finds who hurt you and makes sure they can’t do it again.  

- Silco isn’t fazed by blood or open wounds, but despite having enough experience to handle it himself, at least on the first day, he’ll take you to Singed to make sure you’re in the best condition.  

- In the following days, he’ll take care of you himself, but he has pride, a façade, and little emotional communication skills, so he won’t openly show how worried he is, relying entirely on the fact that you don’t know about the murder of your assailant and remember nothing of the visit to Singed.  

- But the only reason you heal so well and so quickly is that, even if he doesn’t know how to express it, all the love he feels is poured into the care he gives you.  

Jinx:

- Flashbacks. So many. Too many.  

- At some point, she’ll even convince herself that she’s the one who shot you, leading to a complete breakdown.  

- She punches her head, scratches herself without realizing it, her nose bleeds, and her eyes are bloodshot.  

- It takes her a while to convince herself that she wasn’t the one who shot you, even though the hallucinations overlap images of you with memories of her armed, creating waking nightmares that feel increasingly real.  

- As much as she’d like to ask her father for help, even just to give you a cleaner room, she feels responsible and is too scared that if she stays away from you, you’ll forget her. That’s why she sets up a little space for you and takes care of you herself, though not always painlessly.  

- She’s pulled bullets out of her own body more times than not after missions; what might seem like dangerous, delicate work to someone else is almost routine for her by now.  

- Once she has a suspicion of who might have done it, she’ll make sure they learn their lesson. 

 

Vi:

- Anger.  

- Why were you out alone? Why didn’t you leave as soon as you saw the crowd getting too big? Why were you in that area?  

- But her anger is just panic pouring out like a flood, the fear of not being able to protect the one she loves twists her stomach, making her feel like she might throw up, like she’s dying inside.  

- None of those questions mean she blames you, but she doesn’t know how to feel, what to think, or even what to do.  

- She’ll do everything to help you—bandaging you, cleaning your wounds, staying silent and giving her full attention to make up for not being there when you needed her, even though that’s not true.  

- And when the scar forms, she’ll kiss it every single day, every single night, like a little ritual between the two of you.  

Caitlyn:

- Safety first.  

- She’ll be the one to assess how bad the injury is, and if there are any foreign objects in your body, there’s a good chance she’ll try to handle it herself, even though at first it might seem a bit barbaric.  

- She’ll give you the guest room and call the family doctor to make sure you’re okay, that you don’t need anything else, and she’ll take care of what’s necessary, even teasing you a bit to hide her worry.  

- "A bullet in the leg from being caught in crossfire? Very vintage, I must say."  

- What you won’t know is that she’ll quietly increase security, not in an oppressive way, but just enough to make both you and the other citizens feel safer.  

- Her family won’t get involved directly, but they won’t stop her either. Sometimes Cassandra herself will make sure her daughter finds the tray to bring up to you, though she’ll never be too open about it.  

- The perfect rehabilitation? Long walks in the villa’s garden, so you can stop for some cookies or tea when you get tired.  

Mel:

- Flashbacks, but less personal than Jinx’s.  

- Her mother would call her weak if she knew how it kills her to see someone barely scratched by crossfire, and that realization soon turns into frustration, which then becomes anger.  

- She tries to stay calm, but her voice sounds like she’s scolding you, and then like she’s scolding the servants, or anyone else who crosses her path.  

- Two hours of lecture if you’re lucky—why you shouldn’t go out without a guard, why you shouldn’t put yourself in dangerous situations, why the enforcers are utterly useless and can’t find anyone responsible, even though the fight was so intense.  

- She’ll focus entirely on the bureaucratic side because little Mel was never taught how to deal with strong emotions, and she’s definitely feeling them now but can’t afford that vulnerability, even though she knows you’re safe.  

- She won’t take care of you herself, but she’ll always stay in the room. Not because she doesn’t want to, to be clear, but because she wants you to have the best care possible and prefers to leave it to a top professional rather than her inexperienced hands.  

- In return, she’ll triple the amount of affection and caresses—more to calm herself than you, but you won’t be the one to complain.  

Sevika:

- She needs a moment.  

- She knows she has to report to Silco that there was a firefight, that someone is threatening the people, but part of her just wants to grab those responsible and crush their heads with her bare hands, doing both you and her boss a favor. Yet, another part of her doesn’t want to leave you alone or take you with her.  

- She knows how to handle these things; she’s lost an arm, and Silco’s goons often come back in worse shape, which is why she’ll take care of you herself, in complete silence.  

- She’ll wait until you’re asleep to place a water bottle, a glass, some painkillers, and some bread on the nightstand next to your bed. And when she’s sure you’re fully asleep, she’ll leave a soft kiss on your forehead before putting on her cloak and heading out to the Last Drop.  

- There, she’ll release her anger in a brawl or two, talk to her boss, and search for the reason why she feels so awful at the bottom of her third glass of whiskey.  

[demigoddessqueens]

gift for you

Headcanons of you getting them a personalized gift…

Jayce

He thinks it’s so sweet and cute of you to think about him in that way. Chances are he pulls you into a tight bear hug with a jovial “thank you!”

Mel

She’s completely surprised that you thought of something so nice for her. It’s not common she gets such intimate gifts, but the idea you think of her that way makes her slightly blush.

Viktor

If you ever got him a personal gift, he feels like the luckiest person in the city. So proud of it and either has it with him at all times, or has it front and center on his desk in the lab’s study.

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Arcane x reader

Includes: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ekko, Sevika

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[bestwitchsam]

“It was affection that held us together.”

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Pet name headcanons for Jayce/Viktor

My first Arcane headcanon! I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW and I hate that it took me so long to watch it, but I can’t wait for next year for season 2!

Inspiration: A. Being a full simp for Viktor. B. Secretly also being a simp for Jayce (LMAO). C. Listening to the beauty that is the Arcane score.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: Fluff!!

Gender: Primarily Gender Neutral reader. Some of Jayce’s definitely are more gender specific but I can’t help but think he’d use them (as long as his partner was alright with it of course).

TW: Swearing because I have the mouth of a damn sailor.

Viktor

(The way this man had me in a CHOKEHOLD the second he walked on screen! LOML.)

Pet names for his partner:

Viktor’s intelligence and you think he’s using boring pet names for you??? Absolutely not.

Come now…you know him far better than that…this man is far too creative to be limited by "babe" or "baby" (no offense meant to anyone who uses those, I also use them for romantic partners so I get it).

Ok, maybe early on in your relationship as he was opening up to you, he used some simple classics. Ones like “my dear” or “honey.” These are the main ones he'll also continue to use in public. He's just a private person and I can't see him using any crazy pet names in public with his partner.

Once he’s settled into his routine with you in it and you two spend more time alone/on dates, he starts to have fun, seeing what reactions he can draw out of you with different pet names. (Viktor is surprisingly adept at flirting and playful teasing. It's that sharp wit. He's just so good at banter.)

He figures out the ones that make you smile and the ones that make you blush. Those are the ones he keeps.

There are a few “traditional” ones that Viktor keeps using for you because he loves how they turn your cheeks pink (especially when he says them with a cute little side smile, smirk, or chuckle).

“My darling,” “my love,” “my heart,” or “sweetheart” are the main ones in that category. (I feel like he is such a romantic under all that workaholic, he just needs to get out of the lab and LET IT OUT.)

Others would be cute, but unique. “My sunshine,” “my owl,” (if your sleep schedule is also fucked) “my sunflower,” “butterfly,” ”my flower,” "otter," or “birdie” would be some examples of what I mean. (LMAO Jayce is never hearing him call you any of those. Viktor is 99% sure he'd never hear the end of the teasing from his lab partner.)

If you’re also in academia/research/work at the academy, Viktor would teasingly call you “my most esteemed colleague” or if you’re in sciences specifically, “my fellow scientific genius.”

Pet names from his partner:

As you and Viktor get more comfortable in your relationship, he'd really come to enjoy pet names from you. He just needs to get used to the affection (I'd imagine he's not the most experienced with romance). I think he'd like the funnier ones earlier before the more romantic ones.

(For those in academia/research/at the academy) You and Viktor really weren't super open to other people about starting a relationship (neither of you felt the need to be, but like you would tell people if they asked).

In these early days, "My most esteemed colleague" was a cheeky way for both of you to very subtly announce your affection in public. (I have such a cute idea for a headcanon/drabble based on this oh my GOD.) Even though more people definitely know about your relationship, both you and Viktor still use the pet name when you walk into each other's lab/classroom/office.

When you go to try and collect him from his desk so he can take care of himself, tease him with "genius," "smarty pants," or "bookworm" (especially if you find him with his nose buried in his notes again).

Viktor is a fairly private person, so "honey" is probably the sweetest one you'd normally use in public. But if you do want to see his ears turn pink, feel free to throw "love" out there every once in a while.

In private? As I said, under all the genius is a romantic, so get as soft and sweet as you want.

It surprises him how much he loves hearing you call him "handsome." He's never been super vain about his appearance (though he always looks pretty put together), but knowing that you find him handsome makes him stand up a little straighter.

Just as Viktor uses "my darling," "my heart," and "my love" for you, he loves it even more when you call HIM those. It's the easiest way to drag him away from the lab when the teasing pet names above don't quite do the trick: Come up behind him while he's at his desk (obviously not while he's doing something dangerous), wrap your arms around him, and softly murmur "my love..." into his ear. You can visibly see his resolve break and you know you've won.

Love love LOVE the idea of using the Russian diminutive of Viktor's name: "Vitya." It makes a lot of sense for a romantic partner to call him that.

Jayce

Pet names for his partner:

Ok, so one of my best friends and I give Jayce quite a bit of shit when we text each other about Arcane (he’s a bit of a himbo, your Honor).

BUT I actually think Jayce would be a great romantic partner and the pet names he uses would be very sweet.

He’d definitely use the classics like “baby” or “babe” for you. I don’t think he’d go mushy classic though (think “my darling” or “my love”). But "babe" and "baby" are definitely the most common ones he'd use when you two are out in public.

Can also see him using cute ones like “sunshine,” “shorty,” or “peanut.” (I mean hey, 6' (as confirmed by Riot) is a pretty good height.) Those last two are loving teases. He never means "shorty" in a mean way.

And when he’s about to envelop you in a hug (I imagine Jayce gives EXCELLENT hugs) he’d call you “squish.” Ex: “C’mere squish….” (When he gets home after a long day of being a councilman.)

“Sugar” or “sweetheart” are also on the table. This very big man has a very soft side. We even saw examples of this during season one.

Now that he’s put House Talis on Piltover’s social ladder, he’s understandably proud. What he’s done doesn’t happen often. Very rarely does high society make room for others to enter at all, and now he's the de facto head of Piltover's Council.

The fact you’re willing to stand with him? He’s honored really. But the way he shows it through pet names is interesting. It’s almost a little….teasing? But the intent is genuine. He never wants you to doubt that.

Here’s what I mean (Heads up: gender-specific language incoming): Jayce would smirk and call you “my lady/m’lady” (think Cat Noir’s nickname for Lady Bug from “Miraculous: Tales of Lady Bug and Cat Noir” and especially how he says it, which is often very playfully) or “m’lord.” He’d also use “(my) prince/princess,” especially when he buys you gifts. (I feel like he'd love to spoil his partner omg.)

Pet names from his partner:

Jayce LOVES when you use pet names for him. Honestly it makes him smile. And he loves how creative you’ve gotten with some of them.

Classics for you to use in public would be “babe,” “baby,” or “honey.” Simple and quick, definitely easy to get his attention with those.

If he’s ever talking about HexTech with you, feel free to lovingly tease him with “smarty pants” or “big brain.” (Please listen to this man talk about HexTech. It’s far more interesting than council shit.)

While Viktor is definitely running the lab now that Jayce is a councilor, Jayce is still the face of HexTech (and Piltover’s “Golden Boy” <- call him that to tease him btw), so he’s the main one who tries to secure funding for the lab’s future. This means rubbing elbows with Piltover’s elite and giving speeches at fancy parties and banquets. Honestly he kinda hates it. He gets really nervous beforehand, but, he’s very good at it. Only you and Viktor know about Jayce’s nerves in these situations.

When he’s successful at this schmoozing, use “superstar,” “hotshot,” or “you charmer.” (Ex: (After he comes back from a speech, you’re straightening his tie after kissing his cheek.) “Way to go, hotshot…I saw potential funders pulling out their checkbooks before you were even finished.”)

Ok listen, we’ve all see the forge scenes…Jayce Talis is physically FINE AS FUCK (though OSHA would have something to say about him being shirtless in there 😂). Being a house known for forging tools comes with its physique benefits, so feel free to feed his ego on this point.

He loves when you call him “sexy” or “handsome.” He does like knowing you find him physically attractive.

Whenever he calls you “shorty” or “peanut” feel free to fire back with “big guy.” (I just…Ex- Jayce: *pulls you into a hug and murmurs* “Hey peanut..” You: *smiles and murmurs back* “Hey big guy..” 🥺 FUCK that is just so cute to me.)

He may not call you “my darling” or “my love,” but he LOVES when you call him those. When you do, he is wrapped around your little finger and ready to do whatever you ask of him.

Thank you so much for reading!!

I had such a blast writing this and I’m sooooo excited to get into writing more stuff for Arcane because I really love the show. Shoutout to my bestie (mentioned in Jayce’s first section lol) for also loving Viktor and being excited to read my writing in all its draft-stages!