#vi had a reaction and i also had a reaction

[becasbelt]

caitlyn: address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut

vi, waiting in the shadows for her cue:

[tackykachowch]

By the way, did we ever talk about how stupid it is that they made Silco the reason Felicia died? I don't mean that he killed her personally, but that he jumpstarted violence on a peaceful protest. Because that's sooo who Silco is, right? A character who makes impulsive and poorly thought out decisions, right? A character who goes into a fight headstrong without carefully planning his moves and strategy and just YOLO-ing it, right? Right?? ......sigh

And don't even THINK about giving me the whole "wElL hE cHaNgEd SiNcE tHeN dUh" crap. Even s2 is smart enough to show us him writing something in a notebook in a flashback, which implies that he was the brains behind the Lanes' creation/revolution as a whole. And if he was he would never sabotage his own plans with something so stupid as throwing a single molotov at enforcers. Literally who does that???? Silco we know would probably organize an attack under the guise of a peaceful protest, but not just. Straight-up ruining just a regular peaceful protest. That's stupid. And Silco is the last character in arcane that would do something stupid. Literally the whole plot of season 1 relies on him being intelligent and sneaky with his plans are you kidding me.

[ghastlycrew]

alsooooo. the differences between how kiryu and saejima respond to majima's "death" are really making me go hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3

[shitpostingsapphic]

I want to talk about THIS moment. Right before. There's a TON of people misreading Caitlyn's intent because she's using such a playful demeanor after Vi's sorrowful self-deprecation. To be honest, it's the best response she could have had, and the best tactic. Her demeanor serves as a stark contrast to the spiral of self hatred that Vi is going down, and it's an excellent distraction. Caitlyn is stopping her line of thinking, right then and there, and she does it while delivering one of the most romantic and understated declarations of love I've ever seen.

Stay with me here.

Let's be very clear: Caitlyn did NOT come to the cell with the goal of seducing Vi. Not even. How do we know? Aside from several context clues that come before this scene, the way Caitlyn responds to the kiss is very telling:

See how long it takes Cait to even register what the fuck is going on?? She's literally like "oh. OH. we're kissing? WE'RE KISSING." And Vi also OPENS HER EYES very briefly, to check that Caitlyn is as into this as she is, right as Cait settles into the kiss, likely sensing her hesitation/delayed reaction. This scene is NOT Caitlyn seducing Vi. This scene is Caitlyn giving herself to Vi, and Vi choosing exactly what she wants to do with her, which is VERY different.

What does Caitlyn say right before the kiss? She says, "Do you really think I needed all the guards at the hexgates?" Translation: I left Jinx's cell unguarded on purpose. I want you to know that I heard you during our last conversation. I want you to know that I trust you. I want you to know that my love and care for you is more important than my need to sate my grief and desire for revenge. I choose you.

And following: "Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable." Translation: I know you. I see you. I knew you would choose this, coming after your sister, and I facilitated the circumstances in which you COULD choose this. You don't choose wrong. You choose love, and I understand that now. I want you to know that I support your choices, and they won't cost you the people you care about, at least not me, not anymore. I know that you'll always choose your sister, and I've made peace with that. What you want is what I want.

That is MONUMENTAL. That's quite possibly one of the most romantic things I've ever seen in media. Because who the hell has the guts to give up their grief and forgive their mother's murderer, all for love? That's a level of sacrifice that not enough people are acknowledging.

People say Caitlyn never changed, never felt remorse, never grew from the bad choices she made. I say wrong. And this was the turning point.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

fucking vi with the strap for the first time except she expects to be in control, but then you start saying how good she looks and feels, how tight and wet her pussy is, how cute she is, and she can’t help but just lay there whimpering and take it

warnings: whiny sub!vi (kind of powerbottom in the beginning) + dom!reader, strap-on sex, teasing.

It started out as expected.

"C'mon, put it in." Vi instructed you. You listened, spreading apart her lips with the tip, slowly pushing through the slick and into the weeping hole.

Vi usually always had control in your sex life. You had been dating for months, and when it came to everything else, she told you what to do. You were the one who would whine into her pussy, or spend the night fingering her to please her, always wanting to be her good girl. You figured the strap-on you purchased just a few days ago wouldn't make much of a difference. She would tell you what to do, and you'd whimper as you fucked her. Vi thought that too.

Both of you were extremely wrong.

Vi clenches around the sudden intrusion, drawing in a sharp breath. You, from on top, lean in and rub over her cheek with your thumb.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?" You worriedly ask.

"Shh, I'm fine. I just need to get used to it. Just..do it slowly, okay?" She assured you, though her voice was shaky. It wasn't something you were used to hearing.

With caution, you began to slowly pull out until just a bit of the toy was left buried within Vi's heat, and then you slid back into her. She didn't groan or take those sharp, moan-laced breaths that you typically heard in the past. Instead, she whined.

Her voice had risen, and she whined from beneath you. You immediately stopped, thinking she was in pain, but Vi put on a hand on your back, clutching you with her nails.

"Don't stop, please. Feels good." Vi sounded much different than you had ever heard her sound like, and it sent a pang of heat below. You nodded, drawing back once more, and slamming back into her. She made a noise as though she was truly being gutted, loud and lost in what was happening.

You set a mild pace of what was not shallow thrusts, but also wasn't fully inside her. You knew she wasn’t as used to this, but her reaction said otherwise.

“Fuck me. More, please. Fuck, I need more.” Vi pleaded with a moan, and you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the back of her thighs to force them further apart and pull your hips back until just a bit of the toy was left nestled inside her tightness. Then, you slammed forward until your bodies met.

“Hnnhh!!—“ Vi moaned at the sudden, deep thrust. You didn’t stop, though. You continued pounding into her, staring down at her face while you do. She couldn't even make eye contact, being too flustered to meet your gaze.

That’s when you decided to fuck with her.

“Can’t speak properly? It’s okay, baby. Your pussy tells me everything.”

“What..?” She slurs out, her brows drawn closely in a furrow of confusion and hazy pleasure. She was drunk on the feeling of your strap deep in her, making her clench and squeeze to draw you in deeper.

“You heard me. I can feel you squeezing me.” You gave her a harsh thrust to reiterate your point, and you relished in the cry that it caused. “I can see how wet you are, too. It's cute, babe.”

Words died out as you fucked her with deep thrusts, slamming into her until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and her helpless little whines of pleasure. She didn't have the means to speak, not when you had the silicone rubbing the inside of her walls in a way that sent little bolts of pleasure throughout her body. She was writhing underneath you like she was struggling to take you. Your words sent something as thrilling as humiliation through her, and eventually, she couldn't hold back from you.

“G-Gonna cum..I can’t hold it anymore..” Was all she could manage before you felt her gush around the strap, leaving a creamy, white ring of release around the silicone. You fucked her through it until your strong, fighter of a girlfriend was pawing at your back and beckoning you closer for post-sex cuddles.

You pulled out of her with a lewd pop, the strap soaked with both of your juices. She didn't wait and pulled you closer into her arms until you melt into them like a popsicle.

“You took it like a bitch,” you teased her, giggling when a harmless scowl spread across her face.

“Shut up. You’re not all that, okay? I was just..carried away.” Despite the teasing, she squeezed you in her arms.

“Will you get carried away next time, too?”

“Definitely.”

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[deathbxnny]

hey I need you SO BAD to do like an arcane reaction where they’re drunk and what they do/say while it and btw I love your writing

What Arcane characters are like when drunk. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

So this may have become a little too angsty for some of them, so uh... don't mind me-

Also, thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writing. It means a lot to me!<33

Content: Alcohol obviously, some potential heavy angst, Pit fighter Vi, established romantic relationships, some toxic behavior, this has been written by someone who has never drank a sip of alcohol in their life so I'm sorry if this is unrealistic, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

》VI

Her being drunk wasn't unusual, and in fact, it has become the norm for her at this point. It was the only way for her to numb the agony she was going through every day, and there was no stopping the cycle she was in. If she wasn't drunk, then she was fighting. But even the line that was drawn between those two states she was constantly in was becoming blurry and unintelligible. Things were getting out of hand, and so was her aggression towards everything that moved, anything that cared for her.

But at least you were still here with her, trying your best to keep her together and intact when she refused to be.

She can be cruel and unfocused whilst drunk, often either yelling or punching things to express her frustrations, and yet she never dared hurt you. You were the only light she had left, and she'd be damned if she snuffed you out, too. But this doesn't mean that she can control her words at times. She says things she regrets all the time, insults that cut deep or accusations that made no sense were common. Yet you stayed, you always stayed.

A part of her knows you deserve better, but until Jinx showed up, she refused to wane off the bottle that kept her even partially functioning daily. In a different life, she'd put the bottle down, however, and just finally hug you instead.

》CAITLYN

She doesn't drink much, and when she does, it's in strict moderation. She has a reputation to keep up and can't let her sharp senses falter at any time, especially once she becomes the commander of Piltover. But when it's just the two of you attempting to relax after an impossibly stressful day, the alcohol helps her relax and become more open with her troubles. Her grief had manifested into an uncontrollable force she shyed away from every speaking on, but in drunken moments like these, she'll allow herself to find melancholy in your arms, her flushed face pressed into your shoulder as she did so.

She may cry or laugh of the worries of the day, maybe break down from the guilt and frustrations, let the anger quell over but only still hesitantly even with her judgment clouded. This is a very rare state to see her in after the loss of her mother, and she trusts you to keep this vulnerable part of her safe and sound in your heart behind locked lips.

With that said, knowing how emotional she can get whilst drunk, she tries avoiding drinking too much during functions in case things get too much out of hand. She'd rather not make a fool of herself infront of everyone after all.

》JINX

She doesn't typically drink. But the few times she does with you at her side, she somehow becomes extremely calm and lazy. She'll practically lay in the chair she was sitting in, eyes squinting at a far away point on the wall, whilst she seemingly contemplates life. Most would think that the alcohol would enable her crazy tendencies even more, but alas, it simply turns her mostly docile.

I say mostly, as she usually mentally comes up with the craziest plans instead, all of which are questionably more unethical than the last. She'll eventually lose herself in those thoughts and become either unresponsive or mutter the silliest, incomprehensible things known to man. And there is certainly no in-between.

With that said, she will probably eventually snap out of it and begin rapidly speaking about all these thoughts to you without a single care in the world. Drunk Jinx is somehow less miserable and yet absolutely doesn't like the feeling of it afterward. Sure, it makes her mind stop thinking about her issues and past, but it still feels wrong, hence why it's rare to see her drunk.

Her terrible hangovers alone also cause her to stay away from alcohol in general. It's definitely not worth that pain to her.

》EKKO

Another person who doesn't drink often at all, albeit out of his responsibility as a leader. He has to be a good role model for everyone and only drinks when the occasion calls for it, like a festival or get together with friends and you. That's when he lets loose a little and allows himself to drink more than he probably should, resulting in a very clingy and loving Ekko.

His alcohol tolerance is embarrassingly low, and he always tells himself that he should know better than to down so many glasses at once... yet it's hard to keep count after about 2 and a half of them. Or so he'd say after he sobers up in the morning, much to your amusement. During the time he's fully hammered, though, he'll always have a hand in you and slur his words rather heavily, whilst he practically near proclaims his love for you for everyone to hear. This often results in you having to slap a hand over his mouth before he embarrasses himself further... which is somehow he hates.

He gets teased by the others all the time for it and glares when they mock his loving tone of voice that he only uses when he's in that impaired state with you. This alone makes him abstain from even a singular drop of alcohol... until the next festival roles around and he forgets to keep count again.

But hey, maybe he'll remember next time because you sure as hell won't remind him.

》SEVIKA

She drinks at bars all the time with you, although it's rare to see her ever get completely drunk. She has an extremely high tolerance to alcohol and it shows when there is barely a difference in her behavior. The only thing that may indicate something influencing her would be a slight slur in her voice and her being unwilling to get up or move around much at all. She'll just want to relax and play poker in peace, even if it starts getting hard to see the cards after a while.

Another way to tell that she may be getting drunk is by her sudden overprotectiveness. Sure, it was always there and never left, despite you being able to handle yourself alone. But when she's drunk, anyone that looks at you for too long in a way she doesn't like will either be punched in the face or yelled at to keep it moving.

She also definitely always denys being drunk or even tipsy when you ask her. Whether out of pride or stubbornness, you'll never know, but she will never admit to it. It doesn't matter if she denies it whilst being unable to walk straight either.

[madewithsilk]

Can you do a rlly feminine reader with either Ellie williams, Abby, or Vi? Please n thank youuu 🙏🙏

— ᴠɪ x ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ (ꜰ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

— Vi who worships the ground you walk on. She'll get you everything and anything you want, you've hardly ever heard the word no leave her mouth. How could she say no to you?

"Vi, which one should I get!" You pout, complaining with two equally beautiful dresses in your hand. Vi looks dumbfounded while staring at you, snapping herself out of the trance. "Uh, get both, I'll buy both." She clarifies, watching you wrap your arms around her. She'd spend a million dollars on you to get that same reaction each time.

— Vi who follows you around like a lost puppy. Her friends have even called her out for it, when you're at a party or a reunion of some sort, she's after you and following your every whim. She can't help it. And it's even worse when you're upset with her, she can't take it.

Vi's eyebrows furrowed, hugging you from behind and nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck with unshed tears. "Why are you so mad, baby?" She whispers, knowing damn right why you were angry. You scoff and jerk her hand away but she just holds you closer. "Wanna do my makeup or some shit like that? Just stop being mad." You turn around with lit up eyes, a smile coming across your face.

— Vi who enjoys servicing you more than receiving. She loves getting down on her knees for you, begging you to let her eat your cunt. She loves when you tangle your hand into her hair and guide her, or when you grind against her face like if she were a toy.

Her blue eyes gazed up at you as her nose grinded on your clit and her tongue fucked your entrance. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder, whimpering and bucking your hips upwards. "Vi, m'so close—" She gave you as many orgasms as you wanted.

— Vi that loves when you leave bright pink kiss marks all over her face. She gets woozy by the end, head spinning with all the little lipstick marks her cheeks and neck.

You had been trying to find a kiss proof lipstick, trying on multiple kinds and brands just to see Vi and see if it would rub off. Perhaps you purposefully tried all not not-transfer-proof ones so she could look beautiful with you lip marks. "Awh, none of these don't smudge!" You bounce slightly on the couch, complaining. "Jus', just keep trying, dollface."

— Vi that loves playing housewife with you. She’s always been the one to do everything her whole life, so coming home from work to a pretty wife who prances around with a floral apron on while cooking dinner and doing laundry is just her dream.

Vi puts her coat up, takes her shoes off, and tumbles over to the kitchen just to wrap her arms around your waist and sway you side to side. “Made your favorite, ma’am,” You tease and giggle just for her to kiss you briefly. “Love you so much,” And when she wanders off to the bedroom, clean clothes, tidy space, and bath set up for you both, she falls even deeper in love.

— Vi who dreads punishing you and even then treats you like glass. She knows she has to put her foot down when you act up, but its so hard. You're also so stubborn when it comes down to it, she's practically begging you to say sorry.

“Jus’ apologize baby, I’ll let you cum right away,” She’s stripped your third orgasm from you, pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You shake your head, squirming and moaning. It isn't till the fifth orgasm she stripped you of that you finally babbled “M’sorry! So sorry— please Vi!”

— Vi who kisses your cunt after you cum multiple times. She grinds against the mattress, getting off simply from placing small pecks on your twitching nub, tongue circling it gently and watching your body shiver.

“Did I do good?” She whispers against your pussy, sending vibrations up your core. You nod and pant, “Such a good girl,” You praise and pet her hair.

[kirammanswifey]

Hii hope your doing ok I’ve been feeling like shit lately so i was wondering if i could get arcane characters with sick reader? 😊 like they can’t sleep they have a stoamch ache ghey feel nauseous etc….

sick days with arcane characters (fem!reader)

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, sevika and ambessa.

writer's note: you’ve been asking for this one, and here it. also… MOTHER AMBESSA HAS ARRIVED. i couldn’t leave out this absolute powerhouse of a woman any longer. she’s got me WEAK, like… somebody catch me, i’m about to pass out. hope y’all enjoy this one! let me know which scenario had you kicking your feet and giggling the most. as you already know, requests are open ;)

viktor

The illness arrived without warning, hitting you like an unstoppable wave. First, it was the slight discomfort, then the headache, the fever, the weakness that turned every movement into a monumental effort. By the time Viktor noticed, you were too exhausted to hide it anymore.

Now, you’re wrapped in blankets, your body burning, your throat scratchy, barely able to keep your eyes open. The room feels suffocating, and the fever distorts your perception of time. But there’s something that remains constant, unshakable: Viktor.

He’s sitting by your side, his brow slightly furrowed as he watches you. His elbows rest on his knees, hands clasped together, his cane leaning against the nightstand. His golden eyes, usually bright with the excitement of discovery, now reflect another emotion: worry.

"This is nothing," you try to say, but your voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper.

Viktor lets out a sigh, a low, almost resigned sound.

"Always so stubborn," he mutters, shaking his head. "You could be on the brink of death and still insist you're fine."

You intend to retort, to tell him it’s not that bad, but before you can even open your mouth, Viktor is already moving. He leans forward, his cool hand brushing your forehead with a tenderness that surprises you. His fingers linger there for a moment, as if assessing the severity of the fever, then slowly descend down your cheek, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweaty skin.

His touch is so delicate, so careful, that a shiver runs down your spine.

"You’re burning up," he says, a note of annoyance in his voice, though you know it’s not with you, but with the situation. "You should’ve told me earlier."

You can’t help but smile a little. "I didn’t want to bother you."

Viktor lets out a brief, dry laugh, as if he can’t believe what you just said.

"Bother me," he repeats incredulously, settling back into his seat. "You think taking care of you is a bother?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, but the answer is clear on his face.

Without another word, he stands up, his body swaying slightly as he leans on his cane. His limp is more noticeable when he’s tired, and by the way he moves, you know he’s been here for a while, probably without taking a break.

"I’m going to make you something hot," he announces. "Stay still."

You watch him leave the room, his measured steps echoing in the hallway. It doesn’t take him long to return, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a jar of medicine in the other.

"Take this," he says, offering you the cup first.

The steaming liquid gives off a soft, comforting aroma. You sip it slowly, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Viktor watches you the whole time, with the same analytical intensity he uses when observing his experiments in the lab, as if trying to measure each of your reactions.

"It’s good, right?" he asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Better than I expected," you admit with a faint smile.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "You expected it to be terrible?"

"Not that you’re exactly a chef, Viktor."

He lets out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating in his chest. "You’re right. But it’s not that hard to boil water and add honey."

You finish the tea with his help, and he makes sure you take the right dose of medicine before settling you back into bed.

It’s then that you think he might leave. He’s done enough, he’s made sure you’re better. But instead of getting up, instead of retreating to his lab as usual, Viktor simply stays there.

He watches you for a moment, and then, with a careful movement, slides down to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans on his cane while stretching out his other hand, and with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him, places his fingers over yours.

"I’m staying here," he murmurs, almost like it’s a secret.

Your heart tightens in your chest. "You don’t have to."

"I know," he says simply, and then adds, with a small smile: "But I want to."

The silence that follows is warm, enveloping. The fever is still there, the discomfort persists, but somehow, with Viktor by your side, it doesn’t feel as unbearable.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and you can see the exhaustion in his face, in the way his shoulders drop slightly, in how his fingers cling to yours as if he’s afraid to let go.

Maybe you should tell him to rest, to not work so hard for you. But when he intertwines his hand with yours and stays there, unmoving, giving you his warmth, you decide that this time, you won’t argue.

This time, you simply accept his care.

jinx

The world was spinning.

Or maybe it was just your head.

You woke up feeling like you’d been hit by a damn train. You had a fever, your body ached, and your throat was so dry that swallowing was nearly impossible. But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was that you were on the floor.

And Jinx was on top of you.

“YOU’RE ALIVE!” she screamed right in your face.

You let out a pained groan. “Jinx… what the hell are you doing?”

She blinked a few times before grinning as if she weren’t literally sitting on your chest. “You fainted! Well, actually, you just fell off the bed, but that still counts, right? I thought you were dead. I was going to give you a Viking funeral, with explosions and everything, but I couldn’t find enough gunpowder.”

You rubbed your face with both hands, feeling too weak to process what she had just said. “God… babe, I feel horrible.”

The moment you said it, her smile faltered slightly.

“Horrible as in ‘throw up and die’ or horrible as in ‘I need love and attention’?”

“Both.”

Jinx jumped to her feet. “Then it's time for the world's best nurse to spring into action!”

A shiver ran down your spine. “That sounds terrifying.”

“Silence, patient! Leave it to me!”

What followed was a disaster. A senseless mess, as if a blue tornado had decided that its sole purpose in life was to take care of you… in its own way.

First, she tried to give you medicine. Tried.

“What is that?”

“Something I found in Silco’s drawer.”

“Babe, that’s shimmer.” You sighed, staring at the glowing drug in her pale hands.

“A-ha! Exactly! It can help wake you up! It helps me.”

“Give me the real medicine.”

She clicked her tongue and pulled out a bottle from who-knows-where. “You’re so boring.”

Then, she tried cooking for you.

The result was a kitchen filled with smoke, something charred in a pan, and a bowl of soup that, somehow, exploded.

“Jinx… how the hell did you make soup explode?”

“Eh… doesn’t matter. Eat this instead.”

She held up a cupcake that, mysteriously, had a fuse sticking out of it.

You stared at her with a mix of disbelief and fear. “I’m not eating that.”

Jinx shrugged and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. Whole.

By the time she decided that cooking wasn’t her thing, she moved on to a safer method: hugging you until you felt better.

And, surprisingly, it worked.

After the initial madness, she curled up beside you, playing with strands of your hair while murmuring nonsense about explosions, schemes, and other things that made no sense. But her soft voice, her warmth, and her presence gradually eased your discomfort.

“Feeling better, sweet cheeks?” she asked quietly.

“Amazingly, yes.”

Jinx beamed with pride. “See? I’m the best nurse ever!”

“More like the most dangerous.”

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Call it what you want, but you’re still in one piece, aren’t you?”

You let out a weak laugh, hugging her tightly.

vi

The first thing you felt upon waking was heat. But not the comforting warmth of thick blankets or a gentle sunrise—it was a suffocating fire consuming you from the inside out. You stirred with a whimper, and as soon as you did, you felt a weight beside you. Strong, firm, yet protective arms kept you trapped in an embrace.

“Vi…” you murmured, your voice hoarse.

She grumbled something against your neck before pulling you even closer.

“Five more minutes…”

“No, Vi… everything hurts.”

Your complaint seemed to trigger an alarm in her head. She immediately propped herself up on one elbow, frowning as her eyes scanned you from head to toe. With a rough yet careful hand, she touched your forehead, and her expression changed completely.

“Shit, you’re burning up,” she muttered, sitting up straight. “How long have you felt like this?”

“It’s not a big deal…”

Vi scoffed, clearly not believing you. She got out of bed in a rush, searching for something, rummaging through drawers and bags with clumsy urgency. Her body language gave her away—she was worried. Really worried. But as soon as she noticed you watching her, she exhaled and forced herself to relax.

“Alright, it’s fine. Just a fever. I’ve got this under control.”

But she didn’t have it under control.

The moment you were out of her sight, Vi practically emptied her bag of the little money she had and ran to get medicine. It wasn’t easy. Between the sky-high prices and the scarcity in the Undercity, she had to bargain, threaten, and even ask Ekko for help. But when she returned, it was with empty pockets, hands full of medicine, and relief written all over her face.

“It’s alright now, babe. You’re gonna be okay.”

What followed was a sweet kind of chaos.

Vi took care of everything. She made you take the medicine like you were a little kid, promising kisses as a reward. She forced you to eat something despite your lack of appetite, holding a spoon in front of your mouth with a look that said don’t make me force you. And when you insisted you could bathe on your own, she simply crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for you to realize you could barely move.

You ended up in the bathtub together, with her washing your hair with a patience she rarely had for anyone else. Her hands moved through your scalp gently, massaging with slow, careful motions. Her breathing was steady, her gaze focused on you.

“You’re gonna kill me with how sweet you’re being,” you murmured with a weak smile.

Vi chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

“And you’re gonna kill me with worry if you don’t start taking better care of yourself.”

After the bath, when she carried you back to bed like a princess and tucked you in with meticulous care, you realized there was something more you needed to do. Vi sat beside you, watching you with an unusual softness in her blue eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, half-asleep.

“I want you to rest, it’s late,” she said softly.

“But I’m not sleepy yet…”

“I’m not arguing about this. You’re going to sleep, end of discussion,” she interrupted gently.

She settled beside you, pulling you against her chest, letting her breathing sync with yours. Then, she started stroking your hair with slow, delicate movements. Her fingers tangled in your strands with her usual tenderness. And then, just when you thought she couldn’t get any sweeter, she started humming a soft, low melody.

You didn’t know where she had learned that song, but her raspy, almost trembling voice wrapped around you with a warmth no medicine could ever match.

You clung to her shirt and closed your eyes.

“I love you…”

She sighed, smiling against your hair.

“And I love you, gorgeous.”

Her voice was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep.

caitlyn

By the time Caitlyn realizes you're sick, it's too late for you to try to deny it.

It's not that you didn’t try. You endured the discomfort, the fever, and the weakness for hours, smiling as if nothing were wrong. But Caitlyn Kiramman is a natural-born investigator. Nothing escapes her. And when her sharp gaze falls on you, you know there's no escaping it.

"Are you okay?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, her tone casual but with a subtle edge that suggests she already suspects the truth.

"Yeah, of course," you reply with feigned calm.

Mistake. Caitlyn crosses her arms, and her expression turns more intense. "Then explain to me why you've barely touched your food, why you've been quieter than usual, and why you look like you're about to faint at any moment."

Shit.

"Don't exaggerate, I'm just a little tired," you try to say, but as soon as you finish the sentence, your cough betrays you.

In less than a second, Caitlyn is already by your side. With a speed that only someone with her training could have, she raises a hand and presses it to your forehead. Her skin is cold compared to the fire burning in yours. Her face, however, hardens with a cold seriousness.

"You have a fever," she declares, as if solving a murder case.

You try to pull away, but her grip on your wrist remains firm. "We're going home. Now."

"Cait, really, I—"

"Now."

And with that voice, with that determination, you know arguing is useless.

"Stay still."

It's the third time in five minutes she's told you that. You're buried under a pile of blankets on the bed, and every time you make the slightest move, Caitlyn swoops in like a hawk to adjust them again.

"I'm going to suffocate," you protest weakly.

"You have chills," she replies without looking at you as she pours liquid into a glass. "If you're cold, you complain. If I cover you, you complain. There's no pleasing you."

You sigh, unable to find a good counter-argument.

When she returns to your side, she holds a spoon with medicine in one hand and the glass of water in the other. "Open."

"I don’t want to."

Caitlyn sighs as if dealing with a small child. "Do you want me to force it down your throat?"

Your defiant look meets hers, but it only lasts a few seconds before her blue eyes narrow dangerously. And that's when you remember that Caitlyn Kiramman always wins.

With resignation, you open your mouth, and she gives you the medicine with the same precision she uses to shoot her rifle.

"You're a disaster," she murmurs, setting the glass on the nightstand.

"Mhmm..."

Caitlyn doesn't move. Her hand rests on your forehead for the second time, but this time, it's not just to measure your fever. It's a slower, softer touch, her fingers gliding over your skin with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

And when you look at her, you see something on her face that's not just worry. It's fear.

"Cait...?"

She looks away, but her hand stays on your cheek, as if needing to make sure you're still there.

"You look so fragile like this," she murmurs. Her tone doesn't have the usual confidence. "I don’t like it."

Your heart tightens.

"It’s nothing serious, just a fever," you try to reassure her.

Caitlyn closes her eyes for a second and exhales slowly. "I don’t care how serious it is. I don’t want to see you like this. I don’t want anything to hurt you."

Her sincerity leaves you speechless. Caitlyn has always been strong, unshakable, the person everyone can rely on. But in this moment, seeing her with a furrowed brow and pursed lips, you realize there's a part of her that fears losing you.

Without thinking, you raise a trembling hand and take hers.

"I’ll get better, love. With all the care you’ve given me, I’ll surely be fine tomorrow. Now, don't worry anymore, okay?" you whisper.

Caitlyn watches you for a long moment, and then, with a gentleness she rarely shows, she leans forward and places a light kiss on your forehead.

"Okay," she replies, in a whisper.

Still, she doesn’t leave you alone all night.

jayce

From the moment you told Jayce you were feeling sick, you knew it was all going to turn into a complete disaster.

At first, he seemed to handle it well. His expression shifted from his usual carefree demeanor to a mix of alarm and determination in just a few seconds. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of everything," he assured you with a confidence that almost made you believe him.

But what came next... well, it was Jayce, after all.

To start with, he insisted on making you tea. It would have been a sweet gesture if he had any idea how to actually make it.

From the bed, you heard him opening and closing drawers in the kitchen, cursing under his breath.

"Why are there so many tea boxes? Which one is the right one? And why do they all smell the same?"

A dull thud echoed.

"...Shit. The sugar fell."

You shook your head, already imagining the disaster going on out there.

When he finally came back, he had a cup of tea... or at least, what seemed like tea. The liquid was a suspiciously dark color, and Jayce had a sugar stain on his shirt.

"Here you go," he sat down on the edge of the bed with a proud smile and handed you the cup. "It's chamomile. Or... maybe mint. I'm not sure. But it has honey, so it should be good."

You eyed him warily but took a sip anyway. Immediately, you grimaced.

"Jayce... how much honey did you put in this?"

"Uh... enough."

"This is basically liquid honey with a little bit of hot water."

Jayce pursed his lips. "It's good for your throat."

"I'm going to die from a sugar overdose before the fever kills me."

But his clumsiness didn’t stop there.

He tried to put a cold compress on your forehead, but in his rush to dampen the cloth, he made it too wet, and you ended up with water droplets sliding down your face.

Then, he tried to reposition you in the bed to make you more comfortable, but nearly knocked you onto the floor in the process.

And when he tried to give you the medicine, the spoonful ended up spilling on the blanket.

In the end, Jayce collapsed into the chair next to the bed with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m a mess," he murmured.

"You’re not," you said, though it was hard to say it seriously after watching him struggle with a bag of ice ten minutes ago.

Jayce dropped his head into his hands and let out a deeper sigh. "I’m one of the most important scientists in Piltover. I’ve built machines that have revolutionized the city. I can rally entire armies with a speech." He turned to you with an expression that mixed sadness and exasperation. "And yet I can’t take care of you when you’re sick?"

There was a silence.

Jayce rarely showed himself like this, so vulnerable. He was always the strong one, the leader, the one who had all the answers. But now, in front of you, he was just a man desperate to do something right for the person he cared about.

You took his hand with yours, gently intertwining your fingers. "Jayce... you don’t have to do it perfectly."

He exhaled a trembling sigh and squeezed your hand in return. "I just... I still get nervous around you."

You gave him a confused look. "Nervous?"

"Like the first time," he admitted softly. "Like when we first started dating, and everything in me wanted to impress you. But now it's different. Now..." His eyes met yours, warm and sincere. "Now I just want to take care of you. And I hate feeling like I’m not doing it right."

The tenderness that filled your chest was almost overwhelming.

You smiled weakly. "You’re doing fine."

Jayce huffed. "I spilled the medicine on the blanket."

"Details."

He laughed, though his expression stayed soft. And then, without thinking too much about it, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the contact, enjoying the warmth of his lips on your skin. But when he tried to kiss you on the lips, you pulled away with a grimace.

"Jayce, you're going to get sick too."

He smiled to the side. "You think I care?"

"You should care."

Jayce shrugged, with that playful confidence that always defined him. "If I get sick, then you’ll take care of me."

And before you could argue further, he leaned in and caught your lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

The next morning, you felt considerably better. Your fever had gone down, your throat didn’t hurt as much, and you could breathe more easily.

But as you turned in bed, you found Jayce beside you, his face buried in the pillow, his hair a mess, and his brow furrowed as if he was going through the worst experience of his life.

You let out a laugh.

"Told you so."

Jayce groaned.

"Oh, shut up."

ekko

Ekko had always been fast. His mind, his hands, his movements… everything about him was in constant motion, always one step ahead. But when you got sick, all that speed turned into pure energy poorly managed.

Because Ekko didn’t just want to take care of you. He wanted to do it right.

The problem was that he had no idea how.

“Do you want some soup?” he asked, leaning over you with wide eyes.

You shook your head weakly.

“Tea?”

You shook your head again.

Ekko frowned and crossed his arms. “Alright, then… how about some water? Or fruit juice? Or—?”

“Ekko…” you murmured in a hoarse voice, “I just need to sleep.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

And then he suddenly stood up. “Right! Sleep. Yeah, good idea.”

You nodded, relieved that he finally understood. You snuggled further into the blankets and closed your eyes, ready to rest.

Until you felt the mattress sink when Ekko sat beside you.

You opened one eye.

He was there, staring at you.

“…What are you doing?” you asked in a tired voice.

“Watching you.”

You sighed. “Ekko.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t need you to watch me while I sleep.”

He pursed his lips, clearly disagreeing. “But what if you stop breathing? Or if your fever gets too high? Or if you need something and can’t ask for it?”

You looked at him with a mix of tenderness and exasperation.

“Ekko, I have a cold. Not a deadly illness.”

He waved his hand as if that detail didn’t matter. “Still. I’m not taking any chances.”

Ekko tried to stay still. He tried.

But resting wasn’t natural for him.

After a few minutes, he started moving his leg, tapping it lightly against the floor. Then, his fingers began to drum against his thigh. Finally, he started fiddling with his stopwatch, spinning it between his fingers over and over again.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned.

“Ekko…”

“Yes?”

“If you keep making noise, I’m going to stop breathing. But from frustration.”

He let out a soft laugh. “Sorry, sorry.”

You sighed and turned over to bury yourself further in the blankets.

There was silence for a moment.

And then you felt something warm slide over your hand.

Ekko was holding it.

It was a light touch, almost shy, but his palm was warm against your cold skin.

You turned your face to look at him. He didn’t say anything, but he had that smile of his, the one he used when he tried to act casual but was actually worried.

You squeezed his hand softly in response.

“You don’t have to stay here all night, Ekko.”

He tilted his head. “What if I want to?”

“…You’re exaggerating.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Your heart tightened a little.

There was something in the way he said it, with so much sincerity and concern, that made all the discomfort in your body feel a little more bearable.

Ekko didn’t need to say that he loved you. He didn’t need grand declarations.

He showed it in every small action.

In how he insisted on taking care of you even if he didn’t know how. In how he never left your side even though you were sure he had a thousand more important things to do. In how, even when you tried to convince him everything was fine, he wouldn’t be convinced until he saw it with his own eyes.

After a while, you started to drift off to sleep.

But before sleep took you completely, you felt something else:

A brush against your forehead.

You weren’t sure if you had imagined it. Maybe it had just been a dream…

But you’d swear Ekko had given you a kiss.

silco

Several hours had passed in the lounge. You and Silco, as always, were caught in one of those endless conversations about business, Zaun’s future, and the little strategies he was constantly planning. Though you tried to stay focused, your body wasn’t responding as usual. The fever was consuming you, and exhaustion was starting to take its toll.

You tried to hide it, as always, but you knew your eyes were slowly closing, your eyelids heavy, your thoughts clouded. At some point, you couldn't even hear what he was saying anymore. The tones of his voice faded, and the last thing you remembered was a sudden dizziness before collapsing to the floor, unable to do anything.

Darkness consumed you.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the softness of the sheets around you. You weren’t in the lounge, nor in your own bed. The scent of his cologne, something like leather and tobacco, lingered in the air, and the luxurious pillow beneath your head made you blink several times in confusion. The atmosphere was heavy, unmistakably private—his room.

And then, you saw him.

Silco was sitting near the bed, his chair tilted back slightly, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze was fixed on you, silent, unmoving. For a moment, you thought he hadn’t noticed you waking up.

But then, after taking a sip of his drink, he finally broke the silence. “The doctor said you’ve been neglecting yourself. You haven’t been eating properly, you haven’t been resting as you should. You’re overworked.”

You pushed yourself up slightly, trying to process his words. You were in his bed. How had you gotten here? Before you could ask, he spoke again, his voice cold and commanding, as if addressing a subordinate who had made a grave mistake.

“This,” he gestured between the two of you, “is what happens when you don’t take your health seriously. You’re so caught up in your damned business that you don’t even realize what you’re doing to your body.”

Your mind was still hazy, but the look in Silco’s eyes told you this was not something he was going to overlook. His expression was harsh, his gaze sharp and piercing. You could tell he was holding back, that his frustration was close to boiling over. “This is the last time. The last time your life is put in danger because of your stubbornness.”

A slight pang tightened in your chest. Not just because of his words—but because of the intensity behind them, as if what hurt him most was seeing you in this state.

Silco let out a heavy sigh and leaned in slightly. The only thing that calmed you was the touch—softer than you expected—a light brush of his hand against your forehead. A gesture meant to show you that, despite his anger, he cared.

“I’m going to take care of you until you recover. I’m not leaving.”

You remained silent, watching as he took another sip of his whiskey. The room was so quiet you could hear the faint clink of his drink against the glass. Then, after a few moments of simply staring at you, his expression softened—just slightly—and his next words took you by surprise.

“I’m staying here with you all day, until you’re well again. And no, you don’t get to say no.”

You let out a weak laugh, though the fever still dulled your voice. “And where’s the downside in that?”

Silco didn’t answer immediately. He took another sip of his whiskey, and as he leaned in, he got so close that his breath brushed against your ear.

“When you recover,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous, “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

The heat of his proximity made your cheeks flush. You could feel the way your skin burned, not just from the fever, but from the moment itself. A shiver ran through you, leaving you unsure of what to say or do.

Silco pulled back slightly and noticed the glass of water he had left beside you was empty. Without a word, he stood up and left the room.

Once he was gone, you remained there, staring at the ceiling. The fever still clouded your mind, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him—his presence, the way he had leaned in, the way he had spoken.

Your hand brushed against your face, which was warm—not just from the fever, but from the situation itself.

What's up with him?

sevika

You knew getting sick was never going to be simple with Sevika. She was the one in charge. And if she said you were staying in bed, then you were staying in bed.

Sure, you tried to argue. You tried to reason with her. But when Sevika crossed her arms and looked at you with that warning expression, you knew you were walking on thin ice.

“You’re going to stay here and rest.”

“But—”

“You’re going to rest.”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I have work to do.”

Sevika squinted. “You can’t even stand up without wobbling.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me take drastic measures.”

That sounded suspicious. But you were too busy trying to muster the strength to get up, so you didn’t pay much attention.

Big mistake.

By the time you realized what was happening, you were already tightly bound to the bed.

“I can’t believe you actually did this,” you said, blinking in disbelief.

Sevika looked at you with an arched eyebrow as she finished securing the ropes. “I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“Well, I’m not. But it’s still ridiculous.”

“The ridiculous part is that you’re sick and still want to go to work.”

You tried to struggle, but Sevika knew what she was doing. The ropes were tightened with the precision of someone who clearly had experience in immobilizing people.

Her eyes glinted with amusement as she watched you fight in vain.

“If you’d listened to me from the start, we wouldn’t have to do this.”

You huffed. “Are you going to let me go?”

Sevika put her hand on her chin, pretending to think about it. “Mmm… no.”

And that’s how you ended up in one of the most humiliating situations of your life: tied to the bed while Sevika fed you like you were a little kid.

She held the spoon in front of you with a satisfied smile. “Open.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me force you.”

You glared at her. “This is abuse of power.”

“This is taking care of you.”

“This is unnecessary.”

“This is you opening your damn mouth.”

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. Then, finally, you opened your mouth and let Sevika feed you the spoonful.

You couldn’t believe it. Sevika, Silco’s feared right-hand woman, was feeding you some kind of mashed potatoes.

And the worst part was, it didn’t taste that bad.

Sevika looked at you with amusement. “You like it, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Tsk. Ungrateful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Am I really going to be tied up all day?”

“It depends. Are you going to stop fighting me?”

“Maybe.”

Sevika snorted. “That’s not an answer.”

Despite everything, there was a moment when things softened.

After making sure you’d eaten enough (and mocking you a little more in the process), Sevika leaned over the bed and looked at you in silence.

It was strange to see her like that, calm, without the usual teasing in her voice or the hardness in her expression.

Her hand gently slid across your forehead, brushing a strand of hair away.

“You make me worry too much, you know?” she murmured.

Her words carried a weight you hadn’t expected. Sevika wasn’t the type to express her emotions easily, and hearing her admit something like that surprised you more than you wanted to admit.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered.

She huffed. “Yeah. Because I’m not letting you kill yourself with overwork.”

Her fingers caressed your cheek for a moment before pulling away.

It was such a tender gesture that you almost forgot you were still tied up.

Of course, you weren’t going to give up that easily.

You knew Sevika had one weak spot: you.

So you took a deep breath and set your final tactic in motion.

You put on your most adorable face, opening your eyes sweetly, slightly pursing your lips, and using the softest tone you could muster.

“Sevikaaaa…”

She looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“Could you let me go? I’m already feeling much better…”

Sevika smiled. Not her usual mocking smile, but a soft one, as if she were almost buying your performance.

She leaned a little closer, her hands moving toward the ropes. You sighed in relief, thinking your plan had worked.

Until, instead of letting you go… she tightened the ropes even more.

Sevika looked at you with an expression of amusement and satisfaction.

“Don’t think I’m falling for your little lie.”

Your face went from pure innocence to sheer annoyance in seconds.

“You’re a dictator.”

“I love you too.”

ambessa

The air in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Maybe it was the fever, or maybe it was the imposing presence of Ambessa Medarda, who sat at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you.

She didn’t look happy.

“You’re a fool,” she said, her deep, authoritative voice cutting through the silence. “If you were one of my soldiers, I would have punished you for being so careless.”

You tried to sit up, but as soon as you did, the pressure in your head intensified, and a wave of dizziness forced you to lie back down.

Ambessa shook her head and let out a huff. “Look at you. You can’t even stand, and yet you dare to defy me.”

You knew it wasn’t real anger. Ambessa didn’t get angry easily; what she was feeling at that moment was frustration.

For you.

“I’m fine…” you murmured, though the hoarseness in your voice betrayed you.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow. “Right. And I am a helpless maiden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though the movement sent a sharp pain through your throat.

Ambessa leaned forward, placing a large, strong hand on your forehead. Her touch was warm and surprisingly gentle. She frowned. “You’re burning up.”

Her sharp gaze swept across the room as if searching for something. Then, with the efficiency of someone accustomed to command, she stood up and began preparing everything necessary to take care of you.

Fresh water, a damp cloth for your forehead, a bowl of hot food that, to your surprise, she had prepared herself.

When you tried to take the spoon, Ambessa took it from your hands.

“Open your mouth.”

You looked at her in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Have you ever seen me joke?”

You knew arguing with her was pointless, so you obeyed. Ambessa fed you with the same discipline with which she commanded an army. Not wasting a single movement, not allowing you to complain.

After the meal and a warm drink, she took a seat beside you, watching you with an intensity that made your skin heat up even more.

“Rest,” she ordered.

“I’m not tired,” you protested.

Ambessa leaned over you, her shadow covering your face. “Do you want me to put you to sleep myself?”

You swallowed hard. Knowing her, she meant it.

Surrendering, you closed your eyes and settled into the bed. You felt her hand in your hair, stroking it with a softness you never expected from someone like her.

“You’re too fragile for my taste,” she murmured.

Barely conscious, you gave a faint smile. “But you care anyway.”

There was silence. Then, you felt her lips press against your forehead in a brief but firm kiss.

“Don’t you dare get sick again,” she whispered. “I don’t like seeing my possessions in poor condition.”

Half-asleep, you smiled. Ambessa would never say “I love you,” but this… this was the closest thing to it.

[mossangelll]

is that hyperpigmentation?

arcane characters x reader

basically what the title says, you draw the arcane characters à la hyperpigmentation 😍 i needed smth silly to work on to get me out of my writing rut, hope you enjoy :p

content: gn!reader, reader is their partner (could be seen as platonic/child reader but i think most of, if not all, the hcs allude or explicitly call reader their partner - sorry!)

Jinx

she LOVES it

as an artist, engineer, overall creator she can really appreciate the more wacky expressions of art

she does a whole art critique (barely a critique tbh) and pretends to be some stuffy piltie talking about the genius and emotion behind the artwork

“ya know, toots, i’m reaaallyyyy enjoying what ya did with that…um, splodge? on my face there. yeah!”

she draws her own version but this time it’s a portrait of you

you swap them and have a cute little date where you colour the pictures in together and add details in the background

by the end, jinx’s workshop is covered in glue and glitter and paint and powder and also for some reason silly string

jinx even makes frames from scratch so they can be hung up - they’re probably the most nicely presentee decoration she has in her place

Ekko

you slide the portrait of him over to his side of the table in silence

he looks down absently and has to do a double take

“this is…me?” he asks hesitantly with his eyes widened like a deer in headlights; a look you rarely ever see from him - you nod and confirm his fears

“we have one tree down here. paper’s expensive. remember that.”

walks away and goes about his duties helping the firelights and though you suspect he might be upset, he did take the picture with him

feels so guilty about his reaction he almost sacks himself into a wall as he rides his hover board

later that night he apologises and makes a show of sticking the picture on his bedroom wall (in the corner he can barely see of course)

Vi

she’s been in prison and seen some interesting tattoos but this takes the cake

spends a good ten minutes staring at it whilst rubbing her chin as if that’s gonna make it look better

asks you if this was the rough draft

she’s smooth though so she basically tells you she hates it but in a way that you don’t even realise - you’re too busy being seduced to notice

“i love how wild your imagination is babe 😍”

vi keeps the picture and shows jinx; needless to say, this portrait becomes famous

kids all through the lanes have a challenge where they find all the weird faces jinx spray painted everywhere

vi pretends to act dumb as if she doesn’t know how jinx got ahold of them but you both know what happened LMAO

Caitlyn

she laughs in your face

she probably just had an argument with her mum over being an enforcer so she really needed this to lighten her spirits

teases you over it but accepts it gracefully because she’s a kiramman and those manners have been engrained into her

keeps it in her room as a joke and everything’s seemingly ok

except she can’t stop looking at it

and then looking at her reflection in the mirror

starts to question reality because she knows there’s no way she looks like that but if so, why would you draw it in the first place 😭

then she enters the mad stage and she confronts you about this thing called negging she discovered

it’s a loooooong night but don’t worry it ends in lots of laughter and giggles

she understands it wasn’t serious and was just projecting her stress onto the picture

but then this starts a new tradition where you two draw daily doodles of each other; sometimes with stupid faces, other times as animals, whatever you two are feeling really

Mel

the woman was too stunned to speak

no, she’s literally speechless for a good minute or two as you hold it out for her

she eventually takes the portrait from your hands but does it in a way where you’d think it was going to explode the second she touches it

she tries her best to smile and be graceful about it, years of etiquette training being tested but even this is a bit excessive

she finds a way to dodge actually having to tell you it looks bad but also dodges telling you that it looks good too - she’s a lot of things but she’s not a liar 😭

she’s incredibly diplomatic

the very next day she’s introducing you to an absolutely fabulous painter who just happened to make an impromptu visit but has just enough time to run a session (or multiple) with you!

how serendipitous is this!

never again will she receive a portrait from you like hyperpigmentation

Jayce

“oh wow this is for me?”

you handed this to him in the busy academy building in front of SOOO many people and now his face is red

his teeth are gritted, hand rubbing the back of his neck and if you look closely there’s even beads of sweat dripping down his forehead

you’ve got this man stressed out

takes like 20 minutes trying to tell you that he’s not too sure if this is exactly his style

internally he’s crying for help because he just wants to get out of this situation

he loves you don’t get it wrong but this has never happened to him before and it’s not like they’ve got a guidebook on this stuff

eventually admits defeat and accepts the portrait

it’s probably in the break room and although he isn’t particularly fond of it, he won’t stand for anyone saying mean things about what you made

that is until you tell him it was all a joke in the first place and you never thought he would actually accept it considering how shitty it was

yeah, he allowed everyone a ten minute free for all where they could slander the picture after that

he is gonna give you silent treatment for all of an hour before he can’t stand it anymore and he asks you not to pull pranks like that on him again with tears in his eyes 😭

Viktor

viktor is chronically ill AND chronically overworked

gonna be real, he sees the portrait and doesn’t even think anything of it

like, he’s so sleep deprived that he’s constantly squinting and so to him, it low-key looks like him

you even got his beauty mark right too! most people forget that detail!

it’s only after a good few weeks of having the picture on his bedside table and actually, finally, getting eight hours of sleep that he properly looks at the picture and

who the fuck is that

but at this point it’s too late, it’s already in a frame next to the bed you two share and there’s no way he can discretely get rid of it without you noticing

stages an accident where his cane “accidentally” happens to slip and somehow punt the picture frame right out the window with surprising accuracy

he gives you those puppy dog eyes and tells you how sad he is but that he’ll survive so don’t worry!

can’t even feel guilty about the situation because the moment the portrait is gone he stops having nightmares

Silco

another one who is speechless

if you were anyone else, he would’ve berated you so badly you would want to quit by the end of it

unfortunately you’re someone he loves so he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place

the thing is, he really does appreciate that you went through the effort of drawing a picture of him since it reminds him that perhaps his love isn’t as one-sided as he fears

so he really does want to have it framed and put up on his desk so he can stare at it whenever he misses you

the problem is that even though one of his eyes is fucked up he can still see how butt ugly the drawing is

plus the fact that if he has meetings his business associates are gonna see it and that’s gonna be a tough one to explain

rather not lose out of business because his partner decided to be picasso for a day

silco ends up compromising by having you draw a teeny tiny version he keeps in his wallet instead :3

the bigger version stays in a locked compartment of his desk drawer, he doesn’t want to risk sevika seeing it

Vander

vander does NOT care what it looks like, he loves it

you could literally scribble on a page, say “that’s you” and he’s tearing up at your thoughtfulness

it’s going on the fridge asap and it’s staying there too

he’s gonna show it to everyone with such pride in his voice

sure, he doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking at and maybe you drew his body hair a bit liberally but you made it so that’s good enough for him!

when he shows it off, most people say aww what a cute werewolf and ask how old his kid is

the light leaves their eyes when he tells them, chest puffed out, that his fully grown adult partner did it and that it’s actually a portrait of him

whether you made it as a joke or not, expect all of your friends, your friend’s friends, those friend’s friend’s friends…everyone to have seen it

Sevika

sevika tells you it’s ugly straight away <\3

rolls her eyes as she listens to you explain all the reasons why she should like the drawing

she does nawt care

wants to act unbothered but deep down she’s a bit insulted

however she doesn’t like sein you upset so she kisses you to distract you from the fact she hates the drawing

sevika is an incredibly considerate partner so now she knows you like art, she takes it upon herself to buy colouring books and art journals that you two can fill out together

this is how you find out she’s a god at drawing and you find it sweet how she takes you under her wing

if something’s bad she’ll tell you but it will always be constructive criticism and before you know it your portraits actually look decent

she’s smug knowing she helped you get to that point

little do you know she kept your abhorrent portrait of her and she looks at it every so often to see how far you’ve come

she’s a softie deep down

AU!mylo

he says he likes it but that’s just because he wants to hit

also is a bit pretentious so you could hand him a really bad painting and he’ll try and act like he “gets it” even if there’s nothing to get 😭

this WILL make him doubt his looks constantly

he’s confident for sure, more than he should be at times, but now he’s got that image in the back of his head

aura down and now he’s even WORSE at flirting god save this man

will go around asking random people if he looks like the guy in the portrait because he’s not going down without a fight

he needs to beat the allegations one way or another‼️

AU!claggor

genuinely too nice to decline it or say it looks bad

doesn’t know what exactly it’s meant to be even though you already said it’s a portrait of him

too focused on his plants to worry about it too much, it’s just something that makes him chuckle every now and then

he will conduct a mini interview on why you made it look the way it did

he looks all serious as he nods at your answers

deep down he just wants to understand how your brain works

masterlist

[silk-o]

I could talk so much about this promotional video. And how it lied about season 2

Jinx is being depicted as going to storm Piltover. This never happens. Jinx never actively goes to war with Piltover.

(In fact, she's made to forgive Piltover and apologise to Caitlyn that she killed her mom. Which Jinx would NEVER do. She DESPISED Caitlyn and her mother was on the council which has oppressed Zaun for the entirety of Jinx's life.)

This false imagery of Jinx going to war also matches the intro scene where she's waving the flag and becoming a symbol/leading a revolution. It promises a plot line that was completely unexplored as Jinx never actually led any sort of rebellion, and in fact hid away with Isha instead. (Not to mention that the Zaunite rebellion went nowhere and got dropped after act 2)

I would even go as far as to say that Isha was created to completely erase Silco and the impact of his death. To make it so that Jinx wouldn't become a revolutionary as a reaction to his death, despite the fact that she shoots at the Council as one of her first acts after his passing.

Even as Powder she wanted to fight back against Piltover and Jinx HATED enforcers. She killed them without a second thought, even humming songs as she casually killed them. She was raised by Silco, who wanted an independent Zaun. It would make sense for her to storm Piltover with Fishbones, as depicted here. But she doesn't. Because she decides that "Jinx is dead" and that she's going to hide out with Isha.

Then there's the Vi shadow. There's SO MUCH that could be said.

1, that Vi is now in her sisters shadow. This is sliiightly touched upon when Vi sees that Jinx is being painted on a mural with Vander - Jinx is Vander's successor, whereas it was supposed to be Vi. But even this symbolism is strange. Why would Jinx be depicted this way? Vander was never a revolutionary, he maintained the status quo, so she isn't his successor.

(The reason is that the writers were trying to erase Jinx and Silco's dynamic so they focused on Jinx and Vander being father and daughter which was. A really strange choice imo. Especially as it turned Warwick from a monster due to his transformation to a lucid dog that they were trying to save for a whole act. And then some. Only for him to die twice. Which wasted screentime in a show that already had a problem with pacing)

2, that Vi actually doesn't like Piltover either and that she ALSO wants to rebel, seeing as she's being depicted as a rebel's shadow. Which would fit her character a lot better than her joining the enforcers with barely any resistance or insight into her thoughts after the initial "No Cait I can't".

It would also remove her passiveness when Caitlyn was gassing Zaun. Vi had NOTHING to say? SERIOUSLY? The woman who, in season one, said "You enforcers are all the same, just asshole criminals in fancy uniforms"? She has barely any thoughts about Caitlyn's cruelty? Vi's character was completely brutalised this season and it's so sad to see. I knew Vi was going to become an enforcer, I know that that's her title in the game, but like THIS? It doesn't fit how Arcane set up Vi's character!

Not to mention that Vi was sad that the council got hit with a missile. That she said she would hunt Jinx down for what she did. Vi never had any attachments to the council. Shes been oppressed by the council her whole life. She SHOULDN'T be sad about what happened. Sure, she could sympathise that Caitlyn lost a parent, but she shouldn't be so broken up that the council was bombed.

Vi's character was so cheapened and flat this season. Her arc was non existent.

And Jinx? Jinx was completely ooc from what we saw in s1 and especially after the finale of that season.

For a show that was meant to be about the two sisters... the writers really fumbled both of them.

And it's so horribly disappointing

[vaguely-concerned]

the things it adds to both of the characters involved that lucanis used to have a thing for viago could not have been more tailor made to be for me. literally the ideal thing to come out of this game for me personally and specifically and spiritually. I mean I'm teia x viago trash until the day I die and nothing will ever change this (and with the best will in the world and even the power of lucanis' big beautiful soulful eyes, that would never have worked out even if viago DID somehow understand he was being propositioned. which I'm not convinced he did. the mutual 'so. snakes are pretty cool huh. and. knives. also' awkward energy without someone of teia's charisma and people skills involved to mitigate it... it would have been dire), but on so many levels I find it so incredibly charming for what it says about them both that the (one-sided) attraction was there once.

what's more, it means the man about whom this legendary paragraph was written:

Viago was not a typical Antivan. He liked facts—checklists, numbers, precise measurements. Heart palpitations, clammy hands, tight pants—Viago did not like these things. In fact, he would go so far as to say he hated them. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood.

has got some of the hottest coolest deadliest people in thedas down so catastrophically bad it's got them acting unwise. teia had to wait a UST-drenched decade for him to be ready to take his fucking gloves off for her. and she did!! the tetchiest most neurotic least approachable little vetinari knockoff of a man you ever saw has game for days and days and lives rent free in heads for years. in eight little talons viago consistently feels so inadequate up against dante and it's like. man I'm shaking you by the lapels you have what he'll never have. the ability to bewitch body and soul with your terrible personality and long thin legs. do not waste the gift you've been given go get her she's waiting!!!

(lucanis is really good at reading people, so I wonder if maybe he saw through all of that to some of the steadiness and incredible capacity for warmth and tenderness in specific interpersonal relationships you see viago have with teia when he finally opens up enough, and maybe that was part of it. either way it's so perfect that both he and teia have regarded viago with this affectionate intrigued amusement. lucanis still seems pretty fond of him in a 'viago continues to be exactly himself no matter what else happens or goes wrong. comforting universal constant' sort of way, he brings him up quite a lot in party banter.)

you've seen lucanis' game in this day and age, arguably or at least hopefully older and wiser -- can you imagine how catastrophically bad it must have been back when he presumably handed viago, most paranoid man in thedas all years running, a knife like this expressed everything it needed to. people give him so much shit for the cake moment being his big romantic lock-in, but considering where we started that is GROWTH and I for one am so proud of him fhsdkjaf.

also I wonder at what point vis-a-vis that whole Situation teia and viago met for the first time, leading us to ask... just how much was it a matter of lucanis simply being ignored out of a lack of interest on viago's part (tbf, not entirely unlikely). how much was it lucanis truly not managing to make himself understood. (all but certainly. literally how would one understand that. I think it says some sweet things about rook and lucanis' dynamic that they -- somehow -- DO pick up what he's putting down in a similar scenario presumably b/c they know him pretty well by then haha.) how much was it viago interpreting the romantic move as a death threat from one of the most dangerous people alive and freaking out. (1000% and indubitably.) and how much was it andarateia steal-your-girl cantori turning up and thus setting off whatever spectacular, volatile, awesome-in-the-original-sense chemical reaction between the substances of her and viago's souls that goes on to this day and makes everything else kind of a side note at best. a gentle mix of several of these things, perhaps. ...god I love all these characters so much

[lady-griffin]

Powder in Pretend Like It's the First Time

It’s my firm belief that while she may not have figured out everything (because honestly how could she), Powder did know that the Ekko she’s been spending time with wasn’t her Ekko, long before she saw the two different Ekkos.

Personally, I think it’s when Ekko showed her the crystal shards because I think her Ekko knows she still has the gemstones and if he wanted to make something with them... well he would’ve known she had them.

Plus a few other things –

She looked surprised by him lighting the incense for Vi, which I can’t believe is something her Ekko has never done; especially since it looked like she was offering the stick to him so he could light some himself when they first visited the altar.

Her slightly heartbroken face when she leaves the lab to start getting ready for the party.

But also, the way she looked at him when he was carving one of the little monkeys.

It’s a loving look, but also a sad one as well... it feels like she’s starting to develop feelings for this Ekko, while also missing her Ekko.

Because I can't imagine she isn't missing him, he's her best friend and the love of her life - as much as the two Ekkos are alike, it's still not her Ekko.

Finally, there’s her not being confused by Ekko asking if they can pretend like it’s the first time.

She has to know that's not her Ekko and maybe this is just the Timebomb slugs in my head, but when she was hurt and disappointed that he didn’t want to kiss her it felt more like – 'oh I read our friendship wrong and you’re not interested' kind of reaction rather than a 'my boyfriend and I haven’t kissed for days let alone anything else and now he just pulled away from me seriously are we breaking up' kind of reaction.

And honestly, what a weird experience for this girl; I mean it’s million times nicer than anything Jinx has experienced, but still, what a truly bizarre thing for her to go through.

But also talk about true love –

She trusts Ekko because it’s still Ekko, even though she doesn’t know exactly what they’re trying to do with the Z-Drive and also Ekko essentially body snatched her boyfriend.

She doesn’t confront him about any of it – which could just be because it’s one thing to think to yourself “that’s not my boyfriend” versus saying it out loud.

But again, just the way she looks at him. I'm obsessed!!

Seriously, I’m fascinated with all the little micro expressions she has when looking at our Ekko and yeah... I love these two genius idiots so goddamn much, no matter what universe or version of them.

[creative-jeaniuss]

i love reading ur silly little headcanons ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) what do u think the arcane characters wuld give u for ur bday •ᴗ•

The best birthday!

(GIF by me!)

🐝 ~ Awh tysmm!! So glad you like my writing :3 I was stumped with a lot of characters for this one, so I only did 5, I hope that’s ok!<3

Fic includes: What the female cast of arcane would get you for your birthday<3

Warnings: none, but def a lil favoritism on Maddie’s :3

Genre: fluff (modern!au)

Characters: Vi, Maddie, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika

♡ ~ Fem!reader - she/her prns used for r - wlw

Vi

✧.* She would get you something super special along with something silly.

✧.* Vi doesn’t like getting too sappy about things, but she’ll put her heart and soul into her gift.

✧.* On your special day, she hands you a poorly wrapped gift with a small doodle of the two of you holding hands.

✧.* She isn’t the best at gift wrapping, but she tired her best to make it look nice- Even put a little bow on top<3

You hold the box in your hands, a look of excitement present on your face as you carefully open the gift. You find a cute bundle of some of your favorite things, things she knew meant a lot to you- Even one of those cute heart locket necklaces with one of your favorite photos together. Just as you were gonna gush about how thankful you were for the gift, you notice one last thing.

With steady hands, you move the other items out to reveal a bear stuffy with Vi’s face plastered on it. A look of surprise and amusement comes to your face while holding the little bear. Vi’s loud laughter could be heard soon after, nudging you affectionately and flashing you a bright smile.

“So… do you like it?”

-

Maddie Nolan

✧.* Maddie is nervous that you wouldn’t like her gift. She made sure everything was as perfect as can be, anything for her love!

✧.* She’ll go around to her friends asking for their opinions on what she had made for you. “Do ye think she’ll like it? I hope it’s good enough- I just want her to be happy, ye ken?”

✧.* The girl cares for you so deeply. She’s excited for your birthday in general, practically a bomb waiting to explode from excitement.

✧.* She also pours all of her love into a sweet card for you, and of course an adorable drawing of your favorite animal on the front of it.

“Awh… Maddie, can’t believe you made all this for me- I love it so much!”

Maddie smiles, her hand scratching at the back of her neck bashfully- she was so happy you liked it. Your voice was like music to her ears, she could watch you open gifts all day. The way your eyes crinkle when smiling, your cute smile lines-

“Mads, you ok?”

The girl snapped out of her thoughts as she heard your voice, you speaking to her directly. Maddie nodded, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

“Y-yeah! ‘M fine, I’m glad ye like it. Does it fit?”

You look at yourself in the mirror, wearing the shirt and hair accessory that Maddie had made for you. You had no idea that Maddie was so good at sewing, you were pleasantly surprised.

“It’s perfect.<3”

-

Caitlyn Kiramman

✧.* If you didn’t think that Caitlyn would know what you want for your birthday, think again.

✧.* She may be a bit awkward when actually giving you the gift, but really- She’s so excited to see your reaction.

✧.* Be prepared to be flabbergasted with the most well written card you probably have ever read- Ever.

Caitlyn smiles as she watches you read her card. The look on your face was to die for, you were clearly touched by Caitlyn’s passionate writing.

“Thank you so much, Cait..”

The soft murmur of your voice reached Caitlyn’s ears, she smile growing as she glanced away, trying to not show how affected by you she truly is.

“I’m glad you like it, I did get it in your favorite color, right?”

“Yes, you did- Don’t worry, silly.”

You spoke reassuringly to your girlfriend as you went to sit beside her, holding the pair of headphones in your favorite color.

-

Jinx

✧.* Homemade!

✧.* Her whole gift is homemade, everything wrapped in a colorful blanket that has a cute design painted on it… Just for you<3

✧.* Oh yeah, there is definitely glitter in that thing.

“Tadaaaa~! Whatcha think, toots?”

Jinx spoke in a cheerful manner, looking at you excitedly- Waiting for a reaction.

You sat there covered in glitter, a dumbfounded expression on your face… The initial shock of glitter getting all over you eventually fades into a smile.

“I love it, Jinx. You’re so talented~”

You say affectionately, giving a soft kiss to Jinx’s cheek.

-

Sevika

✧.* Like Caitlyn, she’s a little awkward when giving gifts. Maybe even seeming a little too nonchalant.

✧.* But we both know on the inside, she’s over the moon happy to be able to celebrate your birthday.

“Sevika- this is so sweet, I had no idea you knew how to make paper roses~”

Sevika rolls her eyes at your teasing, leaning back on the couch with a small huff, her hand resting on your thigh affectionately. She had gotten you one of the Lego flower sets, a few paper roses and of course a small card. Whether you like Lego’s or not, it’s fun to build it with her.

“Wanna build the Legos now, or later?” (She won’t admit she’s kinda excited to build legos with you.)

Ty for reading! If you’re new here, check out my intro and masterlist if you’re interested <3 Requests are open!

Intro // Masterlist (links)

[evieelyzabethh]

"chateu"

⭒is it a dream or is it all in the past, i just thought i'd ask"⭒ Arcane characters and comfort {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, mentions of period sex, a bunch of fluff, that's about it

♞Vi♞

♞Vi's comfort is both physical and verbal. Vi is constantly in awe of you, she can't fathom the idea of you thinking you're less than, too dumb, not pretty enough, not worthy enough. She is also very aware. She's a watcher and a listener. She is very good at getting to the root of the rot, she knows that it's not just this one occurrence, it's a reaction caused by something deeper within you. I feel like Vi is much more emotionally intelligent than a lot of people give her credit for, it's just not knowing how to carry it out.

♞I feel like sometimes, she wouldn't get frustrated, but it would take a bit of a toll on her when you aren't as perceptive as she is. Sometimes it takes a lot of walking through the process to get you to understand what she's telling you. She is more than willing and does praise you until she's blue in the face, but she realizes that sometimes words from an outside source can't fix anything if you don't believe it yourself.

♞This applies to larger problems, but Vi would also be good on occasions if you were simply having a bad day. As someone who's had a bad life, she knows how you feel. You want to be left alone for a bit? She completely understands. You just want a hug? She is there with open arms and immediately chides you the second you try to apologize for getting snot on her jacket.

♞Speaking of which, Vi hugs are one of the most comforting hugs you can ever receive. She's just so warm and big and you are completely surrounded by her as she cradles your head into your chest and hums in your ear. She just has such a calming voice; her presence itself is comforting. I also think she would shed a few tears herself when comforting you. It heals the part of her that couldn't save Powder. She holds a lot of guilt about that, so much so that her comfort to you feels rehearsed, like she's been repeating those reassurances for years.

♞As much as you need comforting, Vi would need her fair share too. She never let go of that big sister/leader persona, she thinks her problems are too small compared to the world around her. She tries to fix her problems with logic to push down her feelings and most definitely is someone who thinks that letting those big feelings out is unproductive. This being said, you don't get a chance to comfort Vi until it becomes too much for even her to handle and she randomly breaks down.

♞Comfort is very foreign to her. The last time she received it consistently and healthily was from Vander and then her life went to shit, and she was thrown in prison for like a decade. Stillwater is not a nurturing environment, Zaun certainly wasn't either, even the comfort she received from Vander was more akin to tough love rather than something softer. She can be soft with you, but she finds it hard to accept it herself. It's a battle for her to just be in your arms and allow you to tell her its ok. She knows it'll be okay because she's gonna fight like hell to make sure it's ok. She hates feeling out of control. She's not used to someone trying to fix things for her; she's not used to someone being there for her.

♞She has a lot of tears to get out. Vi has built high walls of anger, but below that is a chasm of sorrow. When she finally breaks down, it feels like an endless stream of tears until she physically cannot cry anymore and is forced to heave in your arms until she either falls asleep or sits in silence, empty. It's very overwhelming, but she can't deny that when she can catch her breath, she feels brand new.

★Ekko★

★Ekko may not be a doctor, but he's a chef which makes the experience more than bearable. The second he sees your complexion get sickly, your wincing every time you move, and your coughs getting more and more phlegmy, he is immediately freaking out. He's running to get a thermometer, he's rifling through the medicine cabinet for whatever the canon equivalent of NyQuil is, he has a trash can set by the bedside in case you begin to feel nauseous.

★Despite his preparedness, I don't think Ekko is great at being sick or being around the sick. It feels like an utter waste of time, waiting around in the house for the illness to pass. Sickness is one of those issues you can't be active in fighting, the best action is to rest and sweat it out, and he is so antsy. It's a lot better if you're sick, you can't lie to him and try to pretend you're well when you aren't. Even if you try and fight him on it, you don't make it very far. Your achy joints keep you up at night, making you completely exhausted throughout the day. Your headache is so debilitating you have spots in your vision. Your throat is so sore, it physically pains you to argue with him about how you're totally not sick and he's being a complete mother hen.

★No; no matter how hard you protest, you are absolutely bed bound as Ekko works warm soup down your gullet even when you can't stomach it yourself but the rational part of you knows it'll make you feel better. The warm green tea he brings you has some tonic dissolved into it; the medicinal taste covered by a few tablespoons of sugar to avoid the bitter bite. He doesn't even flinch when you cough or sneeze into yet another tissue which is soon to be added to the growing pile in the trash. He only wraps you tighter, so you sweat out your fever faster while softly rubbing your aching shoulders. The thought of getting sick does cross his mind, but he's more preoccupied with his poor girl.

★A surprise to no one, Ekko gets sick right after you do, though he is far less compliant. He knows that you see right through his bullshit excuses. Babe, I don't have a fever, I always run hot. What do you mean I have a bad cough? I've just been clearing my throat. I don't get sick; I have too good of an immune system. I never been sick a day in my life. Even worse, he truly believes it himself. In truth, Ekko isn't someone who gets sick often, it's usually one bad bug every year or so. When he does get sick, it usually lasts a few weeks, the first being very mild and then eventually whittling him down to a bed-bound state.

★His bug only worsens the annoyance he feels when sick, you're almost glad when he loses the energy to argue back when you tell him to lie down. When Ekko's sick, it feels more like date nights than a hospital trip. Ekko can't stand silence or boredom which means a movie is playing for as long as he's bed bound. Aside from his mucous infested coughs, his constant shuddering through multiple layers of blankets, and a bowl of soup instead of popcorn; you could barely tell that this wasn't a movie date.

★If there is one thing Ekko enjoys about being sick, it's being taken care of. After he swallows his pride and that disgusting cough medicine, he can appreciate being doted on. Even though he's sick, he'll use a fake yawn as an excuse to wrap his arm around you and ask do you come 'round here often? His joking attitude is usually a good sign that his weeks in hell have finally passed and the light at the end of the tunnel (post sickness kisses) are finally on the table.

❂Jayce ❂

❂Someone once made a joke that Jayce would be the type to make a post on twitter like "I just found out about how bad period pain is. Can't believe our beautiful women go through that every month. If only I could go through periods for them, so they no longer have to suffer (I'm 6'7 btw)" and, well...yes! On a more serious note, I don't think he'd be the type to be super on top of it. He's too busy to have something like a calendar tracking it, though when the time comes, he's very quick to act. While he may be unprepared, he's not incompetent.

❂As soon as you tell him you started, he switches the light bed sheets to darker ones. All he needs is a list of your needs, your preference on pads or tampons or menstrual cups, if you wear them, what size pad you need, heating pads, pain meds, anything and everything you may need is currently being bought. He also isn't the type to be ashamed to go to the register with it, he truly does not think it's a big deal and is confused at any sort of weird stares he gets.

❂He is also over cautious. The second you look like a little woozy, he's right by your side asking if you need to sit down. He's standing around the bathroom while you shower genuinely scared you might pass out due to the amount of blood loss. I don't think he's squeamish around blood, but I do think he'd constantly worry that it's too much. Like how are you still alive after bleeding that much for like a week straight 12 times a year?! He thinks the female body is a scientific wonder.

❂He's also great when it comes to the emotional component. The second your hormones get out of whack, and you start to think too hard about your bloating or ragged you look or how weak you feel, he's right there with a large warm hand on your tummy telling you that you are being ridiculous. His very scientific brain comes in handy, something about his calming voice telling you exactly what your body is doing sounds enough like a documentary to put you to sleep.

❂If you work in the lab with him, he offers to let you skip work for the week, being completely surprised if you insist on still coming in. He does his best to accommodate you, going the extra mile to pack your lunch and making you sure you eat it, ensuring that you're staying on top of your water, he brings pain killers with him in case your cramps get too bad. You and Viktor roll your eyes a bit at his antics. You try to assure him you've had a period for years at this point and it's really not that big of a deal, but he insists on it anyway. All he knows is that you're in pain and he doesn't like that.

❂Now, pre-apocalypse Jayce does not do period sex. You're already hurting, and he while he read that sex can help with cramps, he also knows you're super sensitive and that stretch is going to hurt even worse. If you asked, he'd oblige, making sure to be extra soft and gentle, only pushing half-way in as he coos and brushes the hot tears from your eyes. Post-apocalypse Jayce is far less careful. I wouldn't say he doesn't care, but he understands the concept of a little bit of pain for a lot of pleasure. He's still sweet, carefully covering your sheets with layers of towels and folding a couple under your hips, but his strokes could convince you he's trying to fuck your period away. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel better after, though.

☽Viktor☾

☽Viktor is not one to beat around the bush at all; he never even liked the man to begin with. It started with something small, like the lack of effort he put into dates or forgetting your birthday, and ever since then things just snowballed until every offense was break-up worthy to him. He didn't hold the door open? Break up with him. He was a bit too flirty with the waitress when you went out to eat? Break up with him! You caught him talking to his ex? BREAK UP WITH HIM!

☽Before the breakup, he is not soft about it at all. The first few gossip sessions were all fun and games but the more you talked about him, the more his dislike grows until he hates the guy and he's only physically seen him a couple times. He refuses to even be in the same room as the man, he says it's because the mere thought of him literally makes him sick and he's sure seeing his actual face will genuinely kill him.

☽He doesn't know what you see in him, and neither do you after the fact. Hindsight really is 20/20. Viktor truly isn't that great with comfort until he sees how seriously upset you are. You're crying over a tub of ice cream with a rom com playing in the background as you blubber about how all of your relationships fall apart and you just don't know where you went wrong, and he's truly confounded on how you're this upset over a toad.

☽This all being said, he's very supportive. It's a lot of work to swallow his sarcastic remarks and roll his eyes less, but the sincerity of his comfort is very easy. It's not instinctual for him to sit there while you cry in his arms, but the kind words he murmurs, you deserve better than that, you deserve a love greater than you even ask for, you deserve even more than the world, you deserve the better world he wants to create. And he doesn't want to sound smarmy or jealous, like some loser who was waiting in the wings for the breakup even Jayce saw coming from a mile away, but if he cared less about what you thought of him; he'd say you deserve him.

☽He realizes it's much too soon, so he buys you ice cream and tells you that you look pretty even when your mascara is running, and your hair is in a state of disarray, and he genuinely means it. He's most valuable for his honesty, it's why you came to Viktor in the first place. He was always honest about how he felt about your ex, even when he was holding his tongue, his expression said all the words he was too nice to say. So, when he tells you that yes, you're still pretty, he may be holding back.

☽It helps that he's funny and can be a tad impulsive. You want to slash his tires? Only slash 3 so that his insurance doesn't cover it. You wanna burn his clothes? He'll make you a pocket flamethrower just to do so. Even better than being open to violence and destruction, he's great at not getting caught. Though he doesn't believe in lying to you, dishonesty drips from his lips like honey.

☽When the crying and the disappointment fades and you feel good enough to joke about how you wasted too much of your time on a man outrunning wisdom, Viktor does slowly try to show you exactly what you deserve.

☼Mel☼

☼While Mel knows the importance of the exterior, she thinks its utterly ridiculous that you can think you aren't pretty enough. She knows insecurities are hard. 'The grass is greener on the other side' really isn't the comfort most people think it is. Sometimes it's well worth it to face the consequences of achieving what you've wanted. Whatever it is, acne, being flat chested, noticeable scars, being different is just hard. It doesn't matter how much your differences make you unique, it really is easier to be like everyone else.

☼She tells you every chance she gets how beautiful she thinks you are. To pretend that inside beauty is all that matters is simply a lie, she interacts daily with people whose heads are full of air, but people only respect them because they are a pretty face with full pockets. She knows it sounds untrue to you, but that's why she tells you so often. Not in despite of anything, not because of anything, you're just stunning.

☼Since you're already hyper-focused on your insecurity, I think she'd ignore it. Honestly, she doesn't think of it at all. It's about as noticeable to her as the color of your eyes or how tall you are, it's a miniscule detail that doesn't define you, it's just another feature. It's nothing important to her, and she wishes it didn't bother you.

☼While you are all adults, she knows that some lack the decorum necessary to not make their judgements known and it bothers her deeply. Anytime anyone speaks on it, she rolls her eyes. She thoroughly thinks it's beneath you to be bothered by it. Not only is it low-hanging fruit, but it's a sign of deficient intellect. They couldn't insult your intelligence, your competence, or anything about you that actually mattered, they had to go for your appearance, and she will tell them as such. She is very good at her professional insults.

☼As much as she compliments you, she emphasizes your other traits. If you're a writer, an artist, a dancer, any skill you have that you built for years or any talent you were just born with, she dedicates a lot of time to participating and validating it at any chance she gets. She wants you to take pride in something else, something that no one can take from you. Looks fade throughout the years, everyone is eventually going to be cast aside as their hairs grey and their teeth start to fall out. Knowledge never grows obsolete. Besides, people with legitimate interests and hobbies are too busy doing things they enjoy ruminating on how they look.

☼She knows it isn't what you want to hear, but it is what you need to hear sometimes. You are perfect just the way you are. She has never had any desire or want to change you. She has never imagined you any other way than the way you are. She doesn't want anyone who looks different than you, she doesn't want you because of the way you look. Of course, she thinks you're beautiful, but that doesn't matter to her. Never has and it never will. Just as she has faith that you aren't with her for how she looks, she hopes you have faith that you looks are not a determining factor for why she's with you. You are just you and she wouldn't want you any other way.

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I'm absolutely loving how soft Sevika is with Jinx now, and I feel like their relationship parallels that of Vi and Jinx.

Like look at how Sevika looks at her when Jinx hears the voices again once Isha got captured. It looks really similar to when Vi saw Jinx fight for the first time in season 1 against the firelights. Both of them look at her with concern (and a bit of fear) when Jinx gets too into her head.

Then we also have Sevika looking at her softly when Jinx reunites with Isha and sees how caring Jinx could actually be. Compare that to how Vi also realizes that there is a good (older) sister figure inside of Jinx when she comforted Isha after she gets hurt. Both of them are starting to see the humanity in Jinx and are viewing her in a different light.

AND THEN also both of their reactions when they see how Jinx has become a "hero / martyr" in Zaun's eyes (Sevika when they break the Zaunites out of prison and Vi when she sees the painting of Jinx and Vander on the wall), as if they both didn't expect that she had that potential and initially couldn't believe the effect that she had on people.

I could go on and on (like how both their first reunions with Jinx involved them attacking her immediately or how the loss of Silco brings Sevika and Jinx together like how Vander coming back forces Vi and Jinx to work together; I mean just look at these two shots below).

I am just OBSESSED with sister / family dynamics, and it's nice to see that Jinx, who believes that no one cares or loves her, gets to have that sisterly love again in season 2 in both Sevika and Vi, and I hope we can perhaps see a teamup with them all together in act 3.

Bonus: the fact that Sevika and Vi both shield Jinx with their whole body UGH I AM UNWELL

Also let's not ignore the fact that both Vi and Sevika are brawlers! This show is full of neverending parallels and I'm 100% sure the Sevika/Vi parallels are intentional.

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Can you do how the arcane characters would react to you having a Panic attack/panick attacks

Arcane characters reacting to you having a panic attack! | Caitlyn, Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

Thank you for your request, Anon! I absolutely loved writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy it!<33

Content: Panic attacks, fluff, swearing, established relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》CAITLYN

Her first instinct is to immideatly take you somewhere safe and private when she notices the panic attack approaching. She has very good intuition and has observed you for long enough to know your cues and signs, but sometimes even her own senses about you fail her during acute attacks that come out of nowhere. This doesn't mean that you can't rely on her to take care of you anyway.

"Hey, hey... let's breathe together, okay? Alright. Deep breathe in... hold it... and now release slowly... good job, let's do it again."

She's very quick to react to your needs and usually tries to regulate your breathing first before anything else, as that's how she learned to deal with them in her medical training. Caitlyn will also try and keep some distance in between you two in case you need space and only come closer once you're ready for that. She's very gentle and patient, as she soothes away your fears and worries.

Later on, she'll gently hold you and spoil you with nice food whilst you finally calm down and rest. Cait won't ever push you to tell her what triggered you, but will encourage you to tell her how she can help you better next time. Something she'll probably write down somewhere for future reference for better efficiency.

》SEVIKA

The first time it happens to you around her, she'll admittedly be a little surprised. It's not like she hadn't seen panic attacks before, but she simply just never had to deal with them before. With that said, her first instinct is to wonder if someone had bothered you and, if so, how quick she can beat them up for hurting you like this. The last thing she wants is for someone to ruin that beautiful smile of yours, and the sight of you suffering like that makes her feel uneasy.

"Alright, tell me what you need, and I'll do it for you right now. I just... fuck, tell me how to help you, sweetheart."

Sevika will lean down to your level after also taking you somewhere private so that she can let her guard down in peace and focus on you. She's not good at comforting people no matter who you are, and she's certainly also not the most affectionate person out there. But she knows to keep her distance and focus on what you need from her in that moment. Your hyperventilating and short breaths worry her, but that's nothing she can't handle with some direction from you.

After the panic attack blows over, she'll demand a detailed list of what exactly she should do better next time. She doesn't like being unprepared, especially when it comes to your care and well-being.

》JINX

She has memorized absolutely everything about you and is the first person to notice when a panic attack is coming up, which makes her the best helper out there at that moment. Jinx immideatly springs into action and brings you to her hideout, where she knows things are safe and sound. No one can hurt you here, especially not with her around. She'll sit on the ground with you and take your hands in her own carefully. The girl doesn't make any sudden moves and just observes every reaction you make very closely, practically analyzing them to know what to do next. And her voice would be so calm and soothing whilst she speaks.

"It's alright, cuddlebug. No one's laying a hand on ya whilst I'm here... so let's just breathe together."

Jinx doesn't want you to feel alone whilst you're going through this and will be right there with you until the last of your tears have been shed. Afterward, she'll either cuddle you to sleep or get you something nice to eat. Either way, you're being treated like royalty by her, just because she doesn't want you to feel like she did when she still had to suffer through everything all on her own. Having you here is a blessing, and taking care of you was a way to pay you back for it.

》VI

Despite what people may think, Vi's intuition about other people has never failed her. She always feels so deeply for others. It isn't all too surprising when she is quick to notice your mood shifting drastically out of nowhere. Once the panic attacks start, she'll have enough past experiences to take care of you as well as she can. It may not always be perfect due to her inability to express her love and affection all too well in moments of panic, but she'll still pull through for you. Getting you out of danger and into a more secluded area, she'll wrap her jacket around your shoulders and try soothing your quick breathing.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's calm down, okay? I'm right here. Nothing can hurt you."

She may honestly slightly panic herself, especially as seeing you so distraught messes with her own emotions, too. Vi hates to see you suffer, and the last thing she wants is for you to potentially get hurt if you don't calm down.

Vi will most likely ask you what she can do better next time as well, since she secretly feels a bit disappointed in herself for not being able to do more for you. But she's open to learning how to be perfect for you next time, that's for sure.