#silco too but that's another series of tags I don't want to write

[glupblorbo]

psst i made a fic ? AND both chapters are completed and done !

summary + sneak peek of the next bit i'll be posting below the break :) it's basically a western with magic au, and it'll be VERY fun i hope (i'm for sure having a ton of fun writing and doodling for it lmao)

it's. still early in terms of like. plot progression. BUT i have this shit planned OUT and it's going to be. Inchresting. gay cowgirls and gay inventors and gunfights and all that shit. y'all know me and westerns lmao.

it's a series ! mostly so i can reorder fics we will be getting fics from before the point the "main" timeline takes place for Sure and so i don't feel as bad if it goes a minute in between fics. i'm trying to not let it go too far between chapters fs (at the moment the second fic in this is halfway finished, but i want to finish all the chapters before i start posting it lmao)

may end up making a separate tumblr for this fic? unsure. but yeah i'm posting this on a separate ao3 partly due to organization partly for other reasons.

don't worry i haven't abandoned saw the devil i just. have been trying to get as much going on this one as i can considering idk how long the brainrot'll last and i've got BIG plans for this one.

Rated T will go up to M eventually Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Jayvik, Caitvi, Timebomb, Vi & Jinx, Jinx & Viktor, Jinx & Silco, Mel & Viktor, Western, Historical, Trans Viktor, Minor Jayce/Mel, Horse Girl Jinx it's what she deserves!!!, Horse Girl Jayce much more lowkey than jinx tho, Slight Magic N Shit, Werewolves ? Necromancy ? idk man it's called the wild west for a reason

Summary

Since escaping Stillwater four years ago, Vi has searched for her sister, and the boy they grew up with, to no avail. Months since the last shred of a lead, the routine failures have found Vi at the bottom of a bottle and the end of a punch more often than not. But when an unlucky encounter throws her back on the run, she winds up in the employ of the Kirammans, a family of cattle barons also involved in both the nearby mine and the recently-arrived railroad. And before long, Vi finds herself and their heiress, a young debutante eager for something beyond Piltover, already ensnared in a web that will swallow everyone they love—unless Vi can find it in herself to face ghosts thought long-dead. Viktor and Jayce have been accelerating development of oil-burning engines for a few years now, and—with the help of Mel—making large strides with using their technology for railroad locomotive advancement. But after an experimental test for other applications goes horribly wrong, they find themselves splitting apart as Viktor's focus is drawn to other avenues of research...particularly that of improving lives in a much less traditional sense.

snippet from part 2 of this little series

Jayce is so absorbed in the notes and bottles before him—notes on the titration process Viktor has been waiting to get his feedback on before altering variables further, he notes with a raised brow—that he doesn’t even look up as the door closes. Viktor approaches, finally clearing his throat. “Jayce. Good morning.” Jayce starts. He turns so fast his arm nearly sweeps a few of the bottles off the table—Jayce and Jinx share the same frenetic energy, he muses, though that’s about where their similarities end—face splitting into a wide grin. “Viktor! I didn’t expect you to be in so soon.” His voice doesn’t carry the fluster of deceit; Jayce is only brow-raisingly genuine, as he is in everything. Somehow, he didn’t expect Viktor to be in the laboratory this early, though there’s only half an hour until dawn and this is the time he has always arrived to work. Jayce's stare lingers for another few minutes, even when Viktor’s settled in his chair, cane tipped against the table. By now, he's moved onto annotating the paper from yesterday—Jinx had made a good point about the flammability, a few days ago, and he’d like to get that solved before moving any further; any potential crop yield increases will be useless if the machine itself will only set them aflame seconds later. Viktor sighs. “Jayce, I understand that it’s hard for you to resist focusing all of your attention on me—“ he hesitates; it's been some time since he's made one of his usual snide remarks along these lines, and he’s unsure if he’s suddenly crossed a newly unspoken boundary—“but I cannot focus with you staring like that.”

anyway. very much hoping y'all like this :) i've been doing FAR too much research for this one but it's been well worth it i hope.