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popawritter12 · 7 months

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As you know, this is a Yandere account, but in this case we are going to use a Tier List of Headcanons to guide me better.

With you, I present...

The Yandere tier list of League of Legends

(also explained)

(Yeah, it looks like shit btw)

In this case, I used a total of 8 tropes:

Childish

Classic

Cold

Protector

Sadist

Doesn't understand anything

Can't be Yanderes.

As you can see, here is the explanation and they will allow me to bring out my most "aksHuallY ☝️🤓" side in my life.

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Explication:

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1: "Childish"

In this case, we are in the presence of a type of childish Yandere. What do I mean by this?

Childhood Yanderes are those who do not notice and recognize that they are obsessed; Not because they do not know how to recognize the difference between love and obsession, but because, by not understanding what love is in itself, they do not see you as their partner, but as their best friend who MUST be with them always.

Their murders, kidnappings and crimes in general are not done in the name of love, but rather the "purest" friendship they can have.

An example of this is Lulu: she is a Yordle who does not understand the concept of loving, hating or other things, so if she becomes a Yandere, we will be talking about someone who only knows that she likes being with you and wants you both to be best friends forever (Or until one of you dies)

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2: Classic

Ah, the Yandere we all know.

Obsessive, Sadistic with those who are not their crush and EXTREMELY clingy, these Yanderes are the stereotype (Or their Yanderism is going to be closer to this trope) in the life of a Yandere; justification of "love" in every crime, manipulators, lovers of violence against people "dangerous" to you, pampering you in every possible way, etc.

They can basically be seen as an example of a mix between that champion mixed with Yuno Gasai or Yandere-Chan.

An example of this is Renata, who we can see as a woman who, if she becomes obsessed with someone, will do the simple thing: kidnapping, using her connections to always win and subdue the person she loves until she is the one. her ideal partner.

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3- Cold.

One of my favorite tropes (Yes, quite stereotypical of myself).

Yanderes of this type are people who, although they may be a copy and paste of the previous trope, usually have a characteristic that is noticeable even in the name of the trope: They have a hard time expressing love.

Did you see when they say that there are romance animes that take 6 months or seasons to even hold hands? These Yanderes have those words tattooed on their foreheads.

They have a hard time expressing feelings for something or another.

In reality, more than once the signs that this champion likes you are MANY occasions contradictory, you can come to think that they hates you or that they have you there to kill you, or to torture you, or at least until at one point he explicitly Make your intentions clear (This happens if the extreme case comes that you have an emotional breakdown in the middle of your captivity)

But, even with all that problem of trust or expression, they love with the same intensity (Depending on the case even more) than a classic Yandere.

An example of this is Pyke, a champion who, although I can see a lot of Yandere potential in him, I see more that it is difficult for him to be able to openly say how much he loves you and the amount of things he did to even be able to have a moment alone with you.

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4-Protector

One of the busiest places was this; Why is there something that in itself is only a reaction of our survival instinct? Simple: These Yanderes apply it in other ways.

What do I mean by this?

These Yanderes tend to murder in smaller quantities (This is compared to other stereotypes such as the classic or the sadist), but they are MORE possessive and MORE protective than a common Yandere.

What they don't have in the number of murders they have in the basic way they keep you close: They won't immediately resort to kidnapping, but if you stay close enough (understood as within their reach, not physically speaking) to 'not in danger'

In fact, these are more nonsense than a common one: they claim that since they didn't murder anyone near you (This is if they didn't do it once or twice by "accident") they didn't do anything wrong, obviously ignoring harassment, stalking, invasion of property , illegal investigation, etc.

Anyway, a good example of this is Ekko, who, if you ever try to even think about getting away from him, will find a thousand and one ways (and a million if necessary) to keep you with him, even if that applies any anything, except murdering someone close to you (Unless the obsession is too heavy for him, which ends up consuming him completely)

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5-Sadist.

Be prepared, bithes, because this is the worst stereotype of all.

On all scales, we can say that at least no group of Yanderes harmed you, right?

Until now we have seen that they can commit atrocious crimes (And at the same time enjoy committing them), but they do not seek to harm you, but rather to protect you, love you, and many more things, right?

Well, everything goes to hell here: After all, even the title warns you to run away.

They enjoy the suffering of others, but there is something... special in you, something that makes your existence unique among all other victims.

Yes, they also "fall in love", they love you, they hate seeing you with someone else, etc.

But they have their own peculiar way of expressing it... And I say this because, if you're half-assed, they are capable of hurting you, and taking pleasure (or worse, becoming addicted) to harming you in many ways.

Simply using you and making you suffer, watching you writhe in agony is a unique delight for them, as if it were what they didn't know they wanted, but needed.

An example of this is Jhin, he is sadistic, a son of a bitch, and thousands of other things. But if he becomes obsessed, my sincerest condolences go out to the poor disgraced soul who suffers from being this man's "special guest".

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6-Don't understand anything

We're talking about Yanderes who don't understand a thing about what happens to them, nor do they understand why, when or how this obsession happened, but they don't care either.

They don't see you as an object or as something, you are simply something that exists only for them: You don't even amount to anything. But they love you, they just want to be with you, but they don't understand how to refer to you or how to even talk to you.

They don't understand what the fuck jealousy or possessiveness is, you're just theirs, end of the story.

No matter who they try to get you away from him or her, they are basically less than excrement to his/hers.

An example of this is Aatrox, who is a fucking Darkin who understands nothing but destruction, so tell me what is he supposed to do when he comes into romantic contact with a human?

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7- Can't be Yanderes.

In the latter case, I see it as those champions that, no matter how much effort I make, I am not mentally capable of making them Yanderes. This is more of a preference of mine, to keep some of my little pride intact after making this tier list.

An example of this is Cho'gat

I mean, how the fuck does this thing EVEN get close to anything that breathes without immediately trying to eat it?

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adozentothedawn · 3 years

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I hate the fact that my brain has latched onto Garen of all champions. That Lux comic did me in. But there’s barely any fanfic content for the dude which just frustrates me beyond reason. I swear to go if I end writing fucking LoL fanfics I will scream at my friend who introduced me to this game. I did not sign up to unironically not only become invested in the excuse of backstory these champions get but also seriously enjoy watching esports.

Goddamnit.

#league of legends #personal #big beefy stupid honor man who really loves his sister #he is so ridiculous #it is impossible to take anything he does seriously with those armguards #and yet i crave the angst with all my might #i know barely anything about the lol lore but i know this dude has trapped me in despair #it' so dumb #i mean i love all yordles #the yordels are fucking great #but none of them have just sat on me and not let go again #yuumi braum all legit cute champions #but no it's fucking garen #and i guess viego but less because i actually like him and more because his drama is hilarious #especially cmbined with that out fit #yes king rock it with tiny jacket and floaty crown

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mysticmousecat · 2 years

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He Knows - Part 1 (SFW)

word count: 5k

Warnings: I hope you like exposition

Summary: You and Viktor have known each other since he arrived at Piltover Academy and you stood by his side through all of his trials, but somethings about your friendship are starting to change.

look I didn't mean to go quite so hard with the exposition but what can I say, I'm that kind of bitch. We'll return to your regularly scheduled Viktor being a fucking tease in the next chapter.

The entire academy was abuzz the day Viktor showed up. A young man, not only that, but a Zaunite, handpicked by Professor Heimerdinger to study at one of the most prestigious academies in Valoran. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in meeting him too. What was he like? What made him so special? You were also interested in meeting him due to the sheer fact of his place of birth, you’d never really met a Zaunite before, you’d heard about them, heard about how Zaun was chaotic and the people who lived down there had no understanding of proper civilization or rules and were inherently violent and unruly. Was Professor Heimerdinger really about to bring someone like that onto academy grounds?

Of course, while Heimerdinger had intended to keep his most recent protégé a secret, word traveled fast in Piltover, especially with the gossip loving ways of the council. Your mother was in close personal standing with the Kirammans, a high-ranking family in Piltover, the matron of which being a lead member of the council. You had been visiting with the Kirammans with your mother for a dinner one evening, other members of the council had also been present, including Heimerdinger, who of course with the recent knowledge that he would be bringing in a Zaunite into the academy, was the center of attention for most of the night. He was bombarded with questions from all directions, who was this Zaunite? Well, that’s when you learned his name was Viktor. What makes him think Viktor would be a worthy alumnus of the academy. Heimerdinger went on to explain that while on a visit to Zaun he’d come across the young scientist and was inspired by his innovations. Why personally invite him to study here? Why not just ask him to apply and let him go through the same process as everyone else? Well Viktor was the only child of working-class artisans, it wasn’t like his family had the funds to throw at getting him enrolled, had Heimerdinger not stepped in its likely he would have never even visited Piltover.

You remained quiet through most of this interaction, listening while the council tried to deduce exactly what made some Zaun street urchin worthy of such astounding accolades from the Yordle. You were less concerned as to why Heimerdinger saw such potential in the boy and more concerned with learning what he was like. If he mimicked the ideas of Zaun that had been told to you from your childhood. Your parents had always been so sure to stress the dangers of Zaun, that it was no place for refined ladies such as yourself, and that if anyone from Zaun were to see you, they’d take advantage of you the first chance they got. Was it really like that? Were the people who lived in the Undercity really so barbaric?

You had been studying one morning, you were early to Heimerdinger’s lecture, as you always were, and took the moment to ask some questions of your own. “How old is he?” You inquired, looking up from your book. The Yordle halted his movements of writing the lecture plans on the black board at the top of the class. He glanced back at you for a moment before resuming his activities.

“He’s 20.” He answered. The same age as you.

“And you said he’s an inventor?”

“A rather magnificent one.”

“Can I meet him?” This made Heimerdinger stall once again. He once again turned toward you, this time meeting your eyes and holding your gaze.

“Your mother seems like she would be less than thrilled with you conversing with, what did she say? Oh right, ‘His type’.” Heimerdinger repeated the words your mother had used the night before. “Do you not fear letting someone of his status into the academy?” You thought about it for a second, it was quite a silly question, wasn’t it?

“Why would I?” This answer seemed to quell whatever nerves the professor seemed to be harboring, a gentle smile coming to his face as he turned back to the black board to continue writing.

“Yes, you can meet him.” You returned to your studies as students began flooding into the room.

You aren’t sure what you were initially expecting when you first met Viktor, but you knew it certainly wasn’t what you saw. You had been in the library doing some research into different types of metals and alkali metals when you had heard Heimerdinger’s voice enter the room. He sounded to be speaking to someone.

“This is the library, any research material you find yourself in need of can be found here. If it’s not here I’m sure I will probably have whatever it is you’re looking for.” You peaked through the gaps in the bookcases you were currently stood behind, you could see the Yordle, his fast pace as he walked followed behind by a second stride, one that was certainly very unfamiliar. You stood on your toes, looking through the next shelf up to try and get a glimpse of who this stranger was with the professor. When you finally saw his face, you were struck, he was handsome, very handsome, his features sharp and demanding, his eyes were a beautiful shade of amber and his dark hair was perfectly combed and maintained. You nearly lost your balance with how high you were trying to pull yourself up this bookcase just to get a better look at this handsome stranger.

Finally, once you were once again sturdy on the floor, you straightened your appearance, making sure your academy uniform was absolutely pristine before stepping out from behind the bookshelf. “Good afternoon, Professor Heimerdinger.” You greeted cheerfully. Was this the new student? Was this Viktor? Your questions were soon answered when Heimerdinger greeted you just as warmly.

“Good afternoon my girl,” He greeted boisterously. “What fortuitous timing, Viktor this is (y/n) (y/l/n),” the Yordle started as he gestured toward you. “She’s another student here at Piltover Academy, (y/n) this is Viktor, the transfer student from Zaun I was telling you about.” You finally had the chance to take a real look at the boy before you. He was certainly not what you were expecting, this boy hardly looked like he belonged in the streets of Zaun, he was well postured, put together and perfectly presentable. He was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a torso that lead to a thin waist, every part of his uniform was perfectly placed, not a hair out of order. He leaned his weight on the cane he held in his right hand, the other was politely placed behind his back, giving him an almost regal appearance. Far from street urchin, very very far from street urchin.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Viktor.” You said politely, meeting the boy’s eyes. He presented you with a warm smile.

“As it is to make yours, Miss (y/l/n).” You’re not sure if you blushed, but your cheeks certainly felt warmer. You wanted to sit Viktor down, ask him all about the Undercity, what it was really like because obviously if someone as well-spoken as him had come from it, it couldn’t be all bad. However, the more well-mannered part of your brain realized that may not be the most appropriate way to approach an initial meeting. Instead, you simply exchanged your pleasantries and waved the pair off as they exited the library to continue the tour of the campus.

Viktor was the center of attention for several weeks, whether it was people judging his background or interested in questioning him on is experiences in Zaun, you noticed he handled the attention with a surprising level of grace. After the initial shock had dissipated, that this boy from the Undercity had personally caught the attention of professor Heimerdinger, people started to notice exactly why Viktor had caught his attention in the first place. Viktor was smart, more than that, he was gifted. The second he stepped foot on campus he was basically top of his class, he approached homework and assignments with ease and seemed to spend every personal moment he had in his dorm, tinkering with this and that. It didn’t take long for him to advance to the status of Professor Heimerdinger’s assistant, and with that status came even more attention. This attention a little different than before, this attention seemed to come from the female student body, apparently many girls had suddenly come to the realization that Professor Heimerdinger’s new assistant was quite handsome, and it was rare that you saw him without seeing one of your fellow female students trying to entertain his time.

Viktor tended to keep to himself, of course he was always friendly, very cordial and always happy to assist other students in their studies or if they were having particular trouble, he’d offer to lend a tutoring lesson or two, however it was also very clear that Viktor was far from an extrovert. Of course, not everyone took to Viktor quite so willingly, many of the former top students, many of whom were only top students because of their parent's influence, were less than enthused about surrendering their status at the academy to someone from such low standing. It wasn’t uncommon to see and hear someone trying to get under Viktor’s skin, trying to undermine his achievements by pointing fingers at his background. If everything you’d heard about Zaunites were true, you would have expected Viktor to rise to the challenge, to argue back, to defend himself. Instead, what you saw was a boy who took the judgement of others and seemed to let it pass over him, he seemed unphased by the harshness of some of the other classmen, unbothered by their superiority complexes and you found it easy to find a respect for him. Viktor was always so composed, so in control of himself, he held himself on a tight leash, knowing if he let his frustrations be visible that he’d just be playing into an assumption that already existed about him, one that he was set on subverting.

It took you an embarrassing amount of time to work up the courage to finally speak to Viktor again. Instead, you spent weeks just watching, seeing how he behaved in this new environment, comparing his behavior to the assumptions you’d been raised to believe. It was on one afternoon when you’d gone into the library to return a stack of books you’d borrowed the week before for a research paper that you noticed Viktor was the only other student there, currently occupied with a particularly large volume which was opened up in front of him. He seemed to be taking notes next to it, perfectly content in his own little corner of the room. This was the time, if you were going to really compare him to the rumors about the Undercity you knew you had to talk to him…and say more than just a greeting. You placed the books in your hands on the desk, handing them to the librarian who thanked you for returning them on time. You turned toward the object of your testing, you approached slowly, if there was one thing you didn’t want today it was to appear like the other girls who seemed to throw themselves at him for his handsome face, you wanted to befriend him, it didn’t seem like he had many of those.

“Hello again.” You greeted, and if it came out a little mousy that wasn’t your fault. Viktor lifted his gaze from the book he was studying to meet yours. He gave you a warm smile and you couldn’t help but feel a matching one on yours.

“Good afternoon, miss (y/l/n), to what do I owe the pleasure?” So polite! You came to the realization that you hadn’t thought this plan all the way through, what were you bothering him for? You couldn’t exactly say ‘I’ve wanted to talk to you about being from Zaun since the moment I heard you were coming here and so far, you’ve blown every expectation I had out of the water’. Your movements were stuttered as you moved to sit across from him at the table, trying to think of what to say.

“We didn’t get to talk much when we first me,” You started, wringing your hands nervously in your lap. Having his gaze locked on you as it was made you so nervous, why did it make you so nervous? “I wanted to see how you were adjusting.” You said honestly. While Viktor was always composed, it was difficult to assume that he was completely used to being somewhere so different.

Viktor seemed a little taken aback by your words, like he’d been expecting something different. “I will admit, while it’s a little…different, academies are academies.” He said plainly.

“Are there academies like Piltover Academy in Zaun?” You found yourself asking.

“On a much smaller scale and not nearly as…refined,” he said the word like he was using it to substitute for a different one, probably one that wouldn’t be nearly as flattering. “But they do exist.”

“You must have found your love for science early.” You observed, finally seeing that the book Viktor had been taking notes from was an engineering textbook, one intended for classes far beyond yours or Viktor’s level.

“Why do you say that?” he wasn’t denying your observation, but he seemed like he was very interested in what answer you would have. You thought for a moment on how you wanted to approach it.

“Well even the best and brightest of our class don’t usually read 4th level engineering for fun.” You remarked, pointing toward the book opened in front of him. Viktor gave a pleased chuckle, seemingly content with your answer by the way his eyes softened.

“My parents were very encouraging of my interests.” This conversation was the beginning of one of the most valuable friendships you’d ever made. You spent hours in that library, talking to Viktor about his interests, you did your best to keep up, though, because your basis wasn’t in engineering you often found you had to stop him and ask for elaboration, which he was all too happy to provide. The way he explained mathematical equations, logistics and project ideas was fascinating to you, you’d never met anyone so passionate. Any lingering assumptions you had about people from Zaun were shattered that day as you sat across from this man who managed to make the world of inventing and innovation sound so revolutionary.

You often met Viktor in the library after that, most of the time you two would study together, do homework or work on assignments. Your mother hadn’t exactly been thrilled with you befriending Viktor, but she never objected to it, simply choosing not to look at it, you were certain that if she ever managed to have an actual conversation with him, she’d start to see him much the same way you did, a brilliant mind with capabilities to really help the world. Some days you two would spend hours talking, discussing your life in Piltover, growing up around the Kirammans and the council, while you’d listen intently as Viktor told you stories of growing up in the Undercity, what the air was like, how the Zaun grey was so thick in areas that sunlight couldn’t even penetrate it, how he’d been bullied as a child and into his teenage years, how he’d found his love for inventing and science initially when he was 6. You hung on his every word, you wanted to hear everything from him, and it seemed like he wanted to talk to you with just as much enthusiasm. You were practically attached him by the hip your entire time at the academy together. During long holiday breaks, Viktor wouldn’t go back to Zaun, the trek was a long one and it was tiring for him, so he often wrote letters to his family back in the Undercity, telling them about the academy and what the people were like topside. You’d spend breaks with him, spending the days watching as he worked on projects, watched as he put together bolts and sheet metal, welded together plating and created beautiful inventions that you couldn’t believe had come from just one man’s mind. You had a lamp in your room that sat on your desk, it was a spherical ball with a singular circular opening at the top, from which tinted blue light spilled out, lighting the area brightly. It was one of your prized possessions because you had watched Viktor make it. You two had been friends for about two years when he gave it to you, it was the small prototype for a much larger version that he would build in the future.

You had met Jayce long before Viktor had, your close relations with the Kirammans had resulted in you attending several dinner parties where the young Mr. Talis was in attendance with his patrons. You liked Jayce, he was friendly and outgoing, a bit loud and a bit egotistical but that also went for most residents of Piltover’s high society. You knew Jayce was also an inventor, he was a class above you and Viktor, he wasn’t top of his class like Viktor was, but he was pretty close. He worked hard and your respected that, earned his accolades that he received from both Heimerdinger and the Kirammans.

When he and Viktor formed Hextech you remembered spending hours in Viktor’s room, listening to him go on and on about Jayce’s research and how impressed he was by it. You watched as he was able to find holes that Jayce had left in his notes, filling them in easily, it was like he was putting together a puzzle, the intense look of focus on his face was breathtaking. By this point you’d known you had started to develop some…more than friendly, feelings toward Viktor, how could you not. He was so passionate, so intelligent, so empathetic, it wasn’t hard for him to take over your heart, not that you had any intent on telling him that, at least not any time soon. You got to watch as Viktor and Jayce created some of the greatest innovations Piltover, no Valoran, had ever seen, and you watched your best friend thrive and grow.

Then he got sick. Really sick. So sick that you started really cherishing what little him you had with him, even if it was just a moment where you brought him lunch because he hadn’t had time to leave the lab for 3 days. You wanted to chastise him, tell him he needed to take care of himself, take a break, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, because in the end you knew why he was doing it. He was a man living on borrowed time, a man with nothing left to lose except his sanity, and he didn’t’ seem overly attached to that. It was on one gloomy night, Viktor had been in the lab for days, working almost nonstop, you were there with him, making sure he didn’t pass out or something. The lab was getting dark, and Viktor was currently using some small lights to light up his workspace as he worked over research paper after research paper, trying to connect the dots on why the Hexcore kept rejecting his experiments. When you’d placed a heavy thud on his desk next to him, he’d startled, obviously having forgotten you were there. He seemed to stare at the strange orb now sitting in front of him with some confusion before you pressed a button on its side and blue tinted light erupted from it, and immediately recognition dawn on his features. That had been the first smile you saw on his face in weeks, and for just a moment, just a fraction of a minute it felt like how it used to between you, sitting in the library as students, talking about your passions, listening to Viktor go on about his most recent idea. You’d hugged Viktor so hard that night you thought you might hurt him, but he hugged you with the same ferocity, you were terrified if you let go of him, for even a moment, that he would crumble. You’re pretty sure you fell in love with him that night.

You watched as Viktor and Jayce faced their own odds. Viktor dealing with wanting to do what was best for the people and then also watch as he was almost made to choose a side as tensions between Piltover and Zaun rose. You knew Viktor loved who he was, he was proud to be from Zaun, but he was also proud of what he’d accomplished in Piltover. It hurt you to no end to know that despite all of your feelings for him, despite how important he was to you, you could do nothing for him. You were locked to Piltover, and if your mother and other high standing Piltovians hadn’t liked Viktor before, they really didn’t now as they felt their livelihood was being threatened. It hurt to see Viktor become so distrusting, so strung out, so…broken. You did your best to remain by his side, fought to defend his name in front of your mother.

Eventually Viktor did return to Zaun, and it nearly crushed you to be so far from him. You couldn’t follow him, at least not now, not with the iron grip your mother and subsequently the council had on you. It took so long, months of not knowing what was happening with Viktor, whether he was alive, the thought that he might not be keeping you up at night. You spent countless nights just sitting at your desk, some of Viktor’s notes spread out before you, his neat handwriting littering the pages, the blue light from the orb he’d made you allowing you to read. It was the better part of a year before you heard anything, all you knew was that one night, as you were wandering the halls of the academy, another sleepless night where you wondered just what was happening in that Undercity, you happened upon the lab, the very same lab you’d spent hours in laughing, joking, crying. Looking down you saw light from under the door, Jayce wasn’t one to occupy the lab this late, but you knew of someone who was. It took you far too long to build the will to open the door, terrified of what you might see on the other side. When you finally opened the door, you were met with an image that was all too familiar but so very different. A familiar silhouette in the darkness, tall and thin, broad shoulders and a torso that lead to a thin waist, it was a silhouette you’d spent countless hours contemplating. You were both awestruck and furious all at the same time, and you made sure he knew this when you walked up to him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could muster and then proceeded to yell at him for no less than an hour about how worried you’d been and demand if it would have killed him to write a god damned letter every once and a while. He let you, let you scream let you cry and in the end, he just hugged you back. This man, this incredibly frustratingly loveable man had spent over 10 years ingraining himself into every facet of your being, and it nearly killed you to be so far from him for so long, but now he was back, and it was like he never left. Things had returned, at least mostly, to how they had been. Of course, not everything was the same, Viktor himself had changed, both physically and mentally. His body was stronger, at least the parts that he’d worked so hard to improve, though he still required the use of his cane. You asked him one time, why he hadn’t just…fixed himself. You knew he had the capability to do so, the evidence of that was clear under the black glove he wore on his right hand, on the hard metallic noise that broke the silence when his right leg knocked against anything. “Because that is a part of what keeps me human” he’d responded with. Mentally he was different too, you noticed it almost immediately, Viktor had always been assertive, always been pretty confident in his own capabilities, but this version of him was different. He took his confidence to new level; he didn’t bend to the councils usual ‘Because I said so’ he argued and defended what he thought was right. He was more than just confident, he was sure, he saw a brighter future and he knew how to achieve it and there was nothing that was going to stand in his way. He’d out witted death once and he’d be damned if he let someone else’s fear and uncertainty limit him.

Your mother still never learned to trust him, especially with this new, integrating technology with human physiology ideal, there were many people who were less than enthused to embrace his idea for a better future, even Jayce had been hesitant at first, but once he’d seen Viktor’s own progress in his research, he’d approached the idea with a more open mind. Viktor’s augmentations helped save lives in Zaun while he was away for so long, he allowed people to keep limbs and survive even the worst chem spills. While the people of Piltover had yet to fully embrace this new technology, this new direction, you couldn’t help but be amazed by it. You assisted in his research where you could, although the most you could do really was help him develop other drugs to be used during the augmentation process to help numb discomfort… well drugs besides the use of shimmer.

So here you were, recounting to yourself the last 10 or so years of your life as you traversed the halls of the academy, a large stack of papers in your arms topped with a bag that contained what you were sure would force the two greatest minds in Piltover away from their work for at least a few moments. You pushed the door to the lab open with your shoulder, immediately hearing the combined voices of the two very men you were searching for.

“Deliveries!” you shouted, the two scientists turning away from their combined focus on the black board before them to glance at you. Jayce traversed the large room to meet you in the middle, relieving you of the burden of the stack of papers and books in your arms.

“Oooh what’s in the bags?” He asked, reaching over to grab one as you snatched it before he could reach it, releasing what little hold you had on the stack of books before and letting them all fall into Jayce’s hands, dragging him down slightly at the sudden increase of weight.

“Snacks are given to boys who take breaks.” You said, eyeing the two men. Jayce walked over to his desk, depositing the stack onto it before looking over at Viktor then back at you. You shook the bags in your hand. “Pasties from down the street.”

“Deal.” Jayce said quickly and you tossed a bag at him, which he very nearly missed much to your amusement. You walked over to Viktor and politely handed a bag to him, which he gratefully accepted. You went to stand before the blackboard, observing the chaotic mess that was the combination of Jayce’s chicken scratch and Viktor’s neat cursive.

“Any breakthroughs?” You asked trying to decipher what you were looking at.

“Gettin’ there!” Jayce’s voice was distorted by the pastries in his mouth, he was fully absorbed in the treats you’d brought with you, as you knew he would be. You had always known Jayce had a sweet tooth, what had been surprising to you was that Viktor had quite a large one too, much to the point that you could ask him to do nearly anything if you offered him something sugary and sweet. Said man of your thoughts came to stand by your side by the blackboard, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, a familiar gesture and one that he did often, but one that never failed to send shocks up your spine at the simplest touch. He stood so close you could smell the coffee on his breath, the way it clung to his clothes with the ludicrous amount of the drink he consumed.

“I would offer to regale you,” Viktor started, a smile finding its way to his lips. “However, it appears I am still in the process of trying to translate Jayce’s handwriting into something legible.”

“You can read it just fine!” Jayce argued and you couldn’t help the laugh.

“Not that I have much of a choice now do I?” Viktor’s voice was directly in your ear this time, his breath ghosting over your skin, sending heat to your cheeks, and with that he pulled away from you, pulling his hand from your back and making his way back to his own desk, giving you what you could only describe as whiplash.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to work, don’t work too hard boys.” You said as you turned and started toward the door, feeling Viktor’s eye on you the entire way, although you didn’t turn to see the amused glint in them.

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squishy0823 · 2 years

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•Made in Glory | Viktor x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Part 1

Summary: A few weeks have passed since the night in the lab with Viktor. But now his sights are set on something that could break your friendship.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Viktor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1704

A/N: Woah. Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! It really means a lot to me!! Enjoy this chapter, it only gets better from here, I promise :)) also sorry if there are any misspellings or my grammar is weird.

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You felt flustered. After that night in the lab, his hands on your hips, his soft touch across your cheek, it made you burn. You wanted nothing more than to go back to that night and continue where you left off with Viktor before Heimerdinger walked in. But you didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything. Neither did Viktor. You two pretended as if it didn’t happen, and it made you uneasy in some ways. Was it really nothing? Maybe you just dreamed it up, and Viktor wasn’t feeling the same way you felt about him. Instead of dwelling on the unanswered questions, you dove back into your work and try to forget what had happened. It had been a few weeks, the night still lingered in your mind when you weren’t busy. Viktor on the other hand was just as busy, and you were on his way to his lab to consult him with something when he and Heimerdinger met you in the hall. They carried books to the lab, ones which you’ve never seen before.

“Ah Miss y/n.” Heimerdinger greeted. “I would love to stay and have a chat but young Viktor and I have important business to attend to.”

“Oh.” You nodded looking at Viktor, “What fascinating business has Viktor dragged you into now, Professor?” You teased with a smirk. But the look on the two faces made you drop your smile, it was something more serious. Viktor gave Heimerdinger a look before looking back at you.

“You… haven’t heard?” He questioned as he leaned his weight more on his cane. You looked between the two, confusion painting your face.

“No?” You raised an eyebrow. You had spent all day in your own lab, working hard. Soon the morning sun had turned into the cool night as the moonlight painted the streets of Piltover. Whatever news the professor and his assistant had, was something you didn’t know about.

Heimerdinger sighed and shook his head. “An aspiring mind caused some trouble in his work.” He turned to his lab and walked in the large doors, Viktor looking to you.

“What happened?” You asked worriedly, as you followed Viktor into the lab.

“A man named Jayce Talis caused an explosion that blew out his apartment,” Viktor told you as Heimerdinger frowned. He placed the books down as Viktor leaned on his cane, looking over the books that were all placed on the Yordles desk. One which held the letter T, in the symbol of a hammer.

“Was anyone hurt?” You asked looking back to Heimerdinger. The man shook his head.

“Thank the heavens. But he is to stand to the council. Confess his crimes and pay with justice.” Heimerdinger said before bidding a farewell and leaving you with Viktor.

Your eyes didn’t land on Viktor, you instead scanned the notes and books that had come from this Talis man’s workshop. The books were scattered, things about engines, physics and other sorts that anyone from the Academy would own. It wasn’t until you felt Viktor’s eyes on you that you sucked in a sharp breath and looked up from the books. “What caused the explosion?”

Viktor shrugged, unsure of what it was as well. But he hesitated for a minute. His brows were knit together, the same way it was whenever he was thinking about something. “I think he was trying to harness arcane.”

“Magic?” You stopped, your heart had stopped as well. Viktor nodded as he turned away.

“His notes suggest a way to stabilize,” Viktor picked up the notebook with the letter ‘T’ on it and opened it up. “He calls it ‘Hextech’, suggesting it to help others.” You moved closer to him, your arms touching as you looked over the fancy handwriting from the notebook. “He also signs each page with his name,” Viktor mumbled with a chuckle.

“He sounds awfully egotistical.” You huffed, looking to Viktor. Your friend chuckled and nodded. He was so close to you now, your body heat was sharing the same space. You could smell his soft scent and you didn’t mind it at all.

“His equations are all wrong, but if I could just talk with him and find a way to-”

“No.” You cut him off. Viktor stopped, his eyes lifting back up to you as you swallowed your anxiety. He frowned at your sudden burst. “It’s too dangerous, Viktor.” You told him shaking your head. You turned away from him.

“W-what? Why not? I’ve done worse.” He joked as you shook your head again.

“Arcane magic is forbidden and you know that.” You warned, your face pleading to Viktor. “Please.” You reached for the book and closed it, laying it down and reached for his hands. You held them, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Promise me, Viktor. Promise me you won’t mess with this.”

Viktor looked to you. “I promise.” He whispered, but his eyes watched you for a moment. You were never one to turn down a new opportunity, to run away when something new came your way. But magic was something you didn’t want to think about, you never talked about it. Viktor could recall in the history classes on Runeterra and the mage wars, powerful people taking over land and destroying civilizations. You were always so drawn away when it came to those history lessons, the mention of mages and arcane made you pale.

“Thank you.” You mumbled to him, dropping his hands from your grasp. Your hands quickly felt cold as you turned away from Viktor, feeling his concerned eyes boring into your skull.

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You had returned back to your lab after Heimerdinger returned to speak with Viktor. Sitting at your desk, you felt conflicted. Not just from the emotions from the odd behaviour from Viktor, but also the possibility of arcane magic being controlled in Piltover. Magic made so many people uneasy, even you. If they found out… you couldn't even finish the thought. You worried about Viktor, you knew him well enough that he wouldn’t break a promise. But the look in his eyes, the sparkle of something new to discover, something to make a legacy. The way his accent came forward when he got excited about finding a way to perfect the misunderstood equations. He was going to talk to this Jayce Talis, if you liked it or not. That was one thing about Viktor that you respected. If people told him, no, or he couldn't do something, he would turn around and prove them wrong. Of course, he wouldn't do it to brag, but it was his nature. He was determined about something, once his mind was set, he would be ready to go.

Quickly standing from your desk, you briskly walked down towards Heimerdinger's lab. You prayed Viktor was still there with the Yordle, but it was also getting late. But then again, Viktor was always up working, much to your disapproval. Your boots echoed off the grand walls with paintings of old as you rushed to the lab, worry building from within. For a moment, you considered telling Viktor. You had known him for years now, he was your best friend, he would understand, stand by your side.

You heard yelling down the hall as you turned the corner to the lab. Heimerdinger stood with two enforcers, yelling through the door at whoever had blocked the door from opening. “Professor,” You looked between him and the enforcers, “what’s going on?”

The Yordle sighed in frustration, “Viktor and Jayce Talis have broken into the lab, to test these ridiculous ideas of magic!” He yelled back towards the door. You knew it. That promise wasn’t truthful, and it kind of broke your heart. “Open it!” Heimerdinger yelled to the two guards. You had never seen the Yordle shout, let alone angry.

You watched as the enforcers started to kick down the heavy doors. As the doors burst open, a bright blue light blinded you and everyone around you. You pulled back as you squeezed your eyes shut. Heimerdinger pushed through the enforcers as you looked back to the door. You gasped as your eyes trailed to the blue dots that dances around the room, Viktor’s cane that held the door closed, broken in half, floating in front of you. It buzzed with blue energy as your gaze followed up to the middle of the lab. Floating above you all, looking in awe towards the runes that glistened before his yes, was Viktor and who you assumed was Jayce Talis. Between the two men, was a small stone, circling the glow of the blue magic around it. Books, materials and papers floating around the room with the two.

“You've actually done it.” Heimerdinger gasped by your feet. “But just because it can be done, doesn’t mean…” he broke from his thoughts and turned back to the two men, “Will you please stop hovering!”

Jayce finally turned to the group at the door, a childish smile on his face. His eyes landed on you and he smirked at your wide-eyed look. Viktor chuckled and finally looked to Heimerdinger. “I’m not sure how to do that, sir.” His smile was bright, now hanging upside down, as his eyes moved to you. Your wide eyes turned down, a frown on your face as Viktor looked to you. His smile faltered, seeing the promise he made to you, break before your eyes.

“This is not what Piltover’s future looks like, my dear boys,” Heimerdinger said with a warning tone.

“That’s for the council to decide.” A voice came from behind. In all white and gold, in her own glory, council member Mel Medarda stood next to you, looking up to the men with a proud smile. “Perhaps it’s time.” Her eyes drew down to the Yordle, her hands folded in front of her, “For the era of magic.”

“Uh, Hextech.” Jayce said still floating above it all, “For the era of Hextech.” His eyes danced over the councilwomen next to you. Heimerdinger gave an unapproving look between the two. You lowered your gaze to your boots, feeling sick to your stomach. Quickly turning on your heel, you turned away from everyone and slipped back into the darkness of the hallway.

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balsamfir-fics · 2 years

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I have an idea for you, but if you want to disregard it... How about Viktor and Jayce go to our world, where they find the reader who helps them by giving them a place to sleep and eat... Maybe a romance with Viktor and the reader falling in love. And Viktor and Jayce adapting to our world.

I've briefly seen a few of these kinds of premises around on tumblr or ao3, can't remember, and I think it's a very fun idea! I'd love to work on a modern AU soon heh.

headcanons/bulleted fic addressing this plot under the readmore! it's very soft imo, and very cozy

generally speaking:

I'm just imagining two very lost boys, big eyes taking in everything around them

there are a few ways of going about this; go full transplant trope and dump them in Times Square, or in some random corn field -- but personally i think it would be VERY fun to have them in some sort of suburban college-y area that seems somewhat familiar to them (all the fancy buildings with spires and stuff) and yet not

it would make so much sense for them to land somewhere near a university and just be so perplexed by all the coffee shops (viktor clearly smells one from miles away and that's their homing beacon) full of professors and students typing away with that dang glowing apple on the back of their screen

at first they just see the glow of the screens on everyone's faces and possibly think -- is everyone possessed here? because nobody's staring at a metal rectangle that intently in piltover, much less zaun.

they adapt quickly of course, but when you try to explain things to them later on, they have to rephrase things within their own context.

people keep trying to instagram-model jayce and he plays along for a bit before realizing that obsessing over likes aint it

they specifically are really, really into vending machines (especially if they see a japanese one eventually). jayce says it might mean that they actually eat for once if they get one installed in the lab

jayce is VERY disappointed we don't have real magic (as in energy) but he's entertained enough with nuclear energy and when you set him up with email he's contacting every prof asap; he and viktor wonder if the hex crystals might be some already stabilized (more stable and safer than uranium at least) form of this energy. most don't respond, so viktor (after a few months learning how to code) spoofs a fancy Harvard email address and suddenly they get a ton of answers. when you ask if they've decided to become criminals here, they look at you like a bunch of meerkats, saying that it's excusable for science

they buy way too many books with the money they earn doing odd jobs. way too many for your apartment. and they actually READ them ALL

they're weirded out that we don't have robot people, or Yordles, or basically any other humanoid species besides human. Vik accidentally lets his true feelings out when he mutters 'primitive' like it's an insult. sassy!

in terms you/viktor

for some reason the concept of them accidentally wandering into some sort of soup kitchen is what i see; there are charities with signs saying that anyone who is without money can come eat. and that's certainly the two of them; at least enough stuff is familiar about stores and shops that they understand how to handle themselves enough (thankfully the LoL universe is steampunk, which is yeah sure based in the 1800s or so, but at least its still society as we know it)

i would love for YN to be volunteering there; in fact i think this is what sort of first ignites vik's interest. you're cute, yeah, but that doesn't register until he sees you handing a hot meal to a recovering addict whose family disowned them, and watching how you care for them and try to sneak in an extra breadstick

its important that they see our world isnt so different; we have our undercities and our piltovers -- they're the ivory towers and the slums, and even we with our instantaneous, faster-than-hextech information ecosystem we are still fighting, still struggling, still not a utopia

anyway, they linger around the soup kitchen after hours because they don't really know where to go. but it has to be closed up, and you (very cautiously) let them take the spare room that you're trying to sublet

both men are hasty to tell you they'll find work (once they realize they're stuck for now, and dont have the resources or supplies to begin working on a solution to get home) so they can help cover rent

jayce, being able-bodied, is able to go get a construction job -- he has no papers, so it's not like he or viktor could waltz into a regular job interview (also i kind of want to see what its like for a privileged, albeit beefy, trust fund kid to experience a blue-collar job). this leaves you at home with viktor a lot more, and it's viktor who asks you to help him find more things for him and jayce to figure out their mystery (why they got to our world and how to get back)

it brings you closer together over time, and especially after viktor discovers canned hard cider (let's make it a different sugary drink, like mountain dew, ha, or starbucks holiday drinks for the under-21s) you end up staying up late, drinking with him and kind of just... learning about each other, sharing philosophies, having great conversations

it's the first sort of real break from the constant pressure of the council breathing down their necks. the only people who depend on them here are each other, not the whole of piltover and zaun. and that sort of frees up brainspace for both of them

sure, viktor pores over his experiments and studies on why they're in our world, but he's starting to realize that there's just.. a limit on what you can do in a day

he learns this the hard way when he goes on an information bender after you give him access to a browser, and specifically google. what he finds is that there's so much information out there, not all of it good, not all of it true, and that it would be simply impossible to attempt to master it all.

he's fascinated by it, though, and sort of starts teaching himself to code (one day, when he goes back, he brings that knowledge to hextech and finds a way to bridge their world (possibly a different planet light years away) and ours, because they actually have a stable and portable energy source in the crystals, unlike us with us barely having even applied nuclear fusion)

as for falling in love:

i briefly mentioned it above but i think it's refreshing for viktor to liaise with a normal person (not a councilor, not extreme academics like him). because even hardcore grad students in our world have lives; there's so much to explore and this is the first time in history that a lot of the activities previously gatekept by rich people have become affordable (not perfect, but still)

he's so intrigued by how people navigate this messy world with all this info at their fingertips.

one day, he learns about dating apps because a barista at the cafe down the street keeps hitting on him and viktor wonders if there's a more discreet way of going about meeting people you like

partly for fun you show him some, most of your profiles were dead because you kind of stopped looking or even browsing after you got closer to vik, but you don't tell him that. you show him all the horrible things in online dating and he's so so scandalized by some of the texts and pictures

but he starts asking you more about modern dating generally, and how people find the time to date when they could be so busy learning so much stuff -- he says even wasting time on reddit and company can still be learning, even if it's not really scientific or always good

and when you tell him that people just... have to make time, it sort of becomes clear to him that normal piltovans or zaunites have that privilege, because they aren't the only two people that the whole dang city relies on for innovation. so because he has the clarity from being a normal person here, he realizes that sure -- there are ways to help people that aren't going to attract that kind of crazy corporate/political attention, and that normal people have the luxury of making time where they want it

so when he asks you on a date, he says it in this manner: "would you make some time for me?"

but it's so specific and old-fashioned in our world that it doesn't register at first; you instinctively agree because it's just a thing people say; it's not quite laden with meaning as a phrase

on the date however, you meet viktor after you get home from work and figured he just wanted to hang out and chill, but instead he's gone through the recesses of the internet to look up dating ideas. he has a good enough sense to figure out what's pure capitalist idiocy and what's relevant, but he sort of just shows you the computer screen and says there was too much information; and then he asks you how you'd like to spend time with him, and you tell him your favorite pastime, then show him that

he likes drawing runes on your stuff to see what happens (nothing); you are much less enthusiastic about this habit

he very much likes cereal for some reason, particularly frosted ones

beyond this i feel like it would be about deepening your connection over time (and someday dragging him to urgent care to get looked at) and so so soft.

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Also I'm curious how you feel about Jinx and Silco's dynamic (whether it's something you enjoyed watching, as well as whether you think ultimately it did more harm than good), I know I've seen some takes about it being abusive but I can't really see that angle. I fully agree/acknowledge that Silco definitely nurtured parts of Jinx's personality that made her more resistant to healing and help, but I also think that his refusal to condemn her and leave her is the most crucial part of how Jinx even survived once Vi left. Like sure Silco 'killed' Vander but Vander wasn't fully in the right either and had had some skeletons in his closet. The final lines he say to her are so tragic and beautiful, like Silco's own words to himself as well and I just can't get over their dynamic.

I really love the dynamic between Jinx and Silco! I was really guarded at first, because I was nervous they were going to make the relationship romantic or sexual, and I would have hated that. But they stuck with the father/daughter thing, and that just made it perfect.

As far as Silco being a good/bad influence, i feel like the show hides just how much of Jinx is because of Vi, and how thorough her personality is established by the time Silco finds her. On rewatch, you can really understand why Jinx is the monster Vi created. Jinx hates the Enforcers, wants a revolution, wants Piltover's respect, wants the people around her to be impressed by her skill in combat, her ability to steal, to invent - these are all things that came from idealizing Vi, not Silco.

When Silco first walks up to Powder, he asks her where her sister is. On rewatch, it's clear that it's because Silco wants Vi. He thinks that Vi is the prize of Vander's family, and he's hoping to sway her to his side. He has absolutely no interest in Powder.

When Powder says that Vi left her, that Vi isn't her sister anymore, everything changes. All of his body language, his face - it goes soft and caring. He immediately connects to her and holds her close, and I think that really establishes everything their relationship is about. They have similar traumas and similar goals, and because of that Silco is able to care for her in a way nobody else ever could have.

Silco doesn't instill those goals or traumas in her. She came with them already.

Vi tells Vander that her whole life she's known that she's worth less than the people of Piltover and she doesn't want Powder to think that way. But she's also not great at supporting Powder. Which isn't her fault, because she doesn't know what support looks like. When she goes to comfort Powder after the failed heist, her goto method isn't to praise Powder for her intelligence or survival or her ability to know what's valuable. Instead, she tells embarrassing stories about everyone else. Vi doesn't know how to say "you're amazing". She only knows how to say "well, we all kind of suck."

But Silco knows how to praise and Jinx desperately needs that. Jinx is an inventor like Jayce and Viktor, but she doesn't have wealthy patrons. She doesn't have an old ass yordle telling her she's valid. There's no institution to support her through her failures - it's just Silco. So he has to be there to encourage her, to push her, to tell her that her skills are rare and valuable and just because she can't punch a guy in the face doesn't mean that she's worthless. Vi tells her someday her bombs will work, someday she'll be worth it. Silco tells her every day that she's worthy, and that everything she does is leading to greatness.

His support allows her to grow up with confidence. She's an extremely active character - which is rare for female characters and for characters with mental health issues. It would have been so easy for Jinx to just be locked away in her lab, the shy broken genius desperate for love and validation. But Silco gives her love and validation, which means she doesn't spend all her time aching for it. She wants more. She's able to be extremely active in the story and her pursuits because of his support, and because he's a really amazing father.

The show is focused on the idea of whether or not there is a "base violence necessary for change", and people on Silco's side believe that's true. So, you know, if he and Jinx were wealthy in Piltover, yeah. He'd be a bad dad. What she would need would be therapy and meds. But they aren't in Piltover. They're in Zaun, where medicine is made out of shimmer.

He's doing what he can to help Jinx survive in an unfair world. I honestly can't imagine how Jinx's life would be better if he had discouraged her from making bombs, defending herself, etc. What kind of life is there to be had in Zaun? What is the best case scenario of living "peacefully"? Is it really better than fighting?

Odds are good that, without Silco, Jinx would have ended up in prison, or just as another child working in a factory. I feel like he made her life way, way better by existing, and the only way you can really come down on all this being negative is if you think that, like... all revolution is just inherently evil and that oppressed people should never be violent.

I saved this for last because it's a bit speculative, but I think it's also worth noting that... yeah, Vander's not exactly perfect. He decided that a revolution wasn't worth fighting because he saw a battle go poorly and decided Zaun would never win. Even when Silco tries to convince him that they have the tools to change that, he refuses to accept they have a chance. Vander tries to stop the people of Zaun from unifying and fighting. When Vi asks him what they'll do when the enforcers come back to take the kids away - probably to prison - he says he doesn't know.

It's never said directly, but I'm pretty sure that the deal Vander made with the Enforcers is something along the lines of him giving up information on the patrons of his bar in exchange for his children not being arrested - provided they don't aim too high with their theft. He's literally given up on anything but working with the oppressive government in the hopes that he'll be able to keep his family alive. He's a broken man. He doesn't believe the world can get better.

Silco's life is rough, but when Jinx is with him she's told she's worthy. She'd told that she deserves better, that one day people will see how amazing she is, and that she should have more than the leftover scraps of Piltover. The way they support and care for each other is the only way that they could get up every day and not be completely broken down - like Vander and, to a certain extent, like Vi. Even Vi can only dream of things getting better by her and Powder leaving Zaun and never returning.

Silco and Jinx have to believe in themselves to believe that change is possible - otherwise it's just hoping that one day the government will just stop being cruel to them. They are co-dependent, but they don't have a choice. Who else is there to rely on when the whole system has failed them?

Their dynamic destroys me. I'm completely in love with it.

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blueroseava · 2 years

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My Love Will Never Die - Part 2

Please go to my Master List for any additional parts. This fic is NSFW and also, no under 18's allowed, so please don't interact with my content if you're a minor. Thank you and enjoy.

Just a small note. There isn't a lot of information about Piltover Academy, so this is all my own imaginings; I apologize if it's horribly incorrect, but this is how I see it in my head. Also, I don't describe what the reader is wearing, because I like to leave it up to each and every one of you to imagine what you'd like to wear as you read this. I hope that's ok.

Tag List: @dedicated2viktor (Please let me know if anyone else wants to be added?)

Pairing: Yandere Viktor x Yandere F Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Choking. Flirting. Swearing. Slight Exhibitionism. Praising. Dom Viktor.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2294

It’s been two weeks since you first met Viktor and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. The way his fingers grazed against yours as you handed back his notebook or the way his breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the closeness of his body and the heat you felt in that moment. He haunts your every waking thought and you even see him in your dreams, his beauty marks and eyes ingrained into your memory along with the sultry tones of his voice; it’s enough to drive any normal person mad, but you’re no stranger to lunacy. You pace around your living area as you mutter to yourself, trying to come up with the perfect plan to “accidentally” bump into him; if only you knew more about his schedule. You stop suddenly, your eyes landing on the booklet that Sky had given to you on your first day at the academy and an idea pops into your head. You quickly fix your hair and make sure your appearance is immaculate before leaving your room and making your way down the long hallway in search of your new friend, luckily, she isn’t too hard to find. As you enter the dining hall you see her just sitting down with her tray of food and you decide to share a meal with her, grabbing your own tray and filling it with all your favourites before sauntering over to her and sitting down across from her with a smile.

“Sky, just the person I was looking for.”

She clearly did not see you coming since she almost chokes on her sandwich, quickly taking a drink of her water to try and wash it down.

“Y/N, you really snuck up on me. How are you?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could show me around a bit? Since you clearly know so much about the Academy; and as a student I’d love to see more of it since I only really get to see the parts where I go for my classes.”

Her eyes light up and she nods excitedly. While you’re doing this in the hopes of running into Viktor, it isn’t exactly a lie, you would love to see more of this beautiful building and all the secrets it holds.

“Oh, I’d love to. This place is magnificent, people really should try to see all of it when they study here; but so few people seize the opportunity to do so.”

You both finish your food, depositing the trays in the rack by the door before walking out. She leads you all over the Academy; showing you the rose gardens on different balconies, massive research rooms where students furiously work on their next inventions, dance halls where groups practice for their next performance, there’s even a massive kitchen where the most delicious smells flow from as the pastry chefs and head chefs of tomorrow practice their art. The Academy is like a living organism, everyone serving a purpose; be it to further the Academy in some way or to help Piltover become the city of progress it has promised to be. While all of this is awe inspiring and fascinating; it’s not really why you asked her to show you around, and you’re starting to run out of hope that you’ll be lucky enough to see him. When suddenly your efforts are rewarded as you turn a corner and almost walk into Professor Heimerdinger. The yordle nimbly moves out of the way of your impeding feet and does a quick spin to face both you and Sky as you stop and turn to apologise to him.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Ah, Sky, just the person I was looking for. I need your help with a small matter.”

He looks over at you and does a small approving nod.

“Perhaps you could help me as well.”

He holds out a stack of papers he had been carrying and you tentatively take them, watching him curiously.

“Please take those to my assistant, he’s been asking for them all day and I seem to keep getting side-tracked in taking them to him. His room is at the end of that hallway, can’t miss it, it’s the one that usually has classical music coming from behind the door.”

Before you can ask anything or even try and protest, he and Sky are already halfway down the hall, chatting as they go. You glance down at the stack of papers, noticing that they seem to be scientific drawings and calculations as well as notes on… some kind of machine. You can’t be sure; this really isn’t your area of expertise. So, you start to make your way down the hall and in the direction the professor pointed you. The dulcet tones of “Für Elise” drift down the hallway to greet you before you can even see the door, and you smile to yourself at the familiar tune, humming along to it as you go. The door in question is made of Rosewood and the doorknob seems to be made of a black metal of some kind. Steadying yourself; you take a deep breath, not sure who you’ll be meeting, but they clearly have good taste. You knock three times and then wait, listening for any sounds on the other side of the door that indicate movement and are met with a familiar sound. The sound of a cane hitting the floor and then suddenly keys jangle and turn, the lock clicking over loudly, before the door swings open to reveal… Viktor. He looks only momentarily surprised before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come inside.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Do come inside.”

It’s less of a request and feels more like a challenge, his expression coquettish and inviting as he watches you enter his abode. His residence is obviously much bigger than yours since he’s no longer a student here; but the design is similar with the living area and kitchen being attached and somewhat open plan, everything is decorated in deep, rich colours and beautiful furniture; you immediately spot the door leading to his bedroom and it seems to be slightly ajar. You try and peek inside but feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder before you can, stopping you and turning you around to face him. With a playful smile you hold out the papers from Heimerdinger towards him.

“I was asked to bring these to you. Apparently, you’ve been asking for them. Is it something you’re building?”

With a soft chuckle he takes the papers and places them on a coffee table in the centre of the room before turning back to you.

“Not exactly. Heimerdinger has asked me to help fix something of his.”

You nod as your eyes drift back to the door to his room, wondering what secrets it holds. And suddenly, without you even hearing him move he’s at your ear, his voice thick and rich with desire.

“You seem awfully curious about my sleeping arrangements. Is there something you’d like to know?”

You give Viktor a coy smile as you take a small step back to look up at him, clasping your hands behind your back to slightly push out your breasts.

“Sir, are you inviting me into your bedroom? But we barely know each other.”

This is a dangerous game you’re playing by the heated look in Viktor’s eyes; he taps the handle of his cane with one finger, the soft thud drawing your attention to the motion. The moment your eyes leave his you hear his voice become breathy as he speaks.

“Good girl.”

Fuck, you’ve always enjoyed playing with fire and while you’re used to small blazes, Viktor is more like an inferno. Have you met your match? You let out a mischievous laugh as you dance around him, your fingers gently grazing over his arm as you pass him and stop in front of the large windows looking out over the rest of Piltover. The reflection in the window lets you see Viktor as he walks up behind you, his eyes meeting yours as he gazes over your shoulder. He’s so handsome it almost hurts to look at him, even just watching his reflection sends butterflies swooping through your stomach. Then he does something shocking and intoxicating. He kisses just below your ear as he whispers to you in his heady voice.

“Take off your clothes.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he steps back and you oblige, slowly stripping as your eyes hold his gaze in the reflection of the window. Once you’re naked he does the same, making sure you watch him as he drops piece after piece of clothing to the floor. Once he’s done, he moves closer, pressing his body against yours and pushing you forward. Your hands press against the window to try and stop him from pushing you even more forward, then you feel his hands slide onto your hips as his cane falls to the ground, the loud thud a stark contrast to both your deep breaths.

“Y/N, move closer to the window. I want you to stand against the glass as I fuck you from behind.”

The thought of someone looking up and seeing the two of you sends a thrill of excitement shivering through you and you move closer, the cold glass making you shiver again as you press your breasts up against it. He lets out a soft purr of approval.

“Good girl.”

You feel his chest press against your back as he stands against you, his hands slowly moving up your sides before sliding over your ribs to cup your breasts as they press up against the glass. His lips lightly skim over the flesh of your neck as he places kisses down from your ear to your shoulder, his soft touches and kisses driving you mad. You feel his knee push between your legs as his hips and cock rub against your buttocks, all the stimulation making your mind foggy as your body feels like it’s being lit on fire and a soft moan escapes your lips. One of his hands slip from your breast to slide down your stomach and all that’s left is the coolness of the glass beneath your skin, then more heat as his fingers slip between your folds to stroke your clit. You moan his name as your eyes find his over your shoulder, and you tremble at the intensity of his gaze; he’s watching you the way predators study their prey, like he’s memorizing what each precise stroke of his fingers does to you.

“You’re already soaked, my dove. I didn’t realize you wanted me quite this badly.”

You feel two of his fingers dip inside of you to rub against your g-spot as his thumb keeps stroking your clit. The world goes hazy as you feel your legs starting to shake, and all you can focus on is his fingers; his long fingers stroking in and out of you when suddenly you feel him add a third finger to push into you. He splays his fingers inside of you to see how far he can stretch you as he continues their thrusting. And just as you think you might be getting close; he removes his hand and your eyes shoot open on a whimper. He’s still watching you in the reflection of the glass, his eyes dark with lust. His other hand leaves your breast to wrap around your throat as he whispers into your ear.

“Do you want this?”

He’s giving you one chance to back out of this. You could leave, but you don’t want to. He’s intoxicating, like an addiction you don’t want to shake. So, you do all you’re capable of doing and you nod.

“Yes.”

His hand he was using before to please you slides onto your hips, pulling them back and making you bend slightly at the waist; making it somewhat easier for him to enter you from behind. His hips pull back from your buttocks and you feel the length of his cock slide between your legs to coat itself in your juices before his hand helps position him. He starts to push into you, the size of him making you gasp as he stretches you. You feel the hand around your throat squeeze slightly; not enough to cut off your oxygen, but just enough to enjoy the pressure of his grasp. His other hand starts playing with your clit again as his hips start to move with a rhythm, his cock pulling out before slamming back into you once more and all you can do is press your palms to the glass in front of you to keep your face from being smashed into it. You moan Viktor’s name as his cock carves his name into you, claiming you like no other. It isn’t long before you’re seeing stars, panting and moaning loudly as your breasts push against the glass. His mouth is at your ear and you can hear his ragged breathing matches your own, both of you so close to the precipice of pleasure. You both come undone and it feels like a match striking a surface before the flame explodes into existence. You almost scream his name as he loudly moans yours against your ear, his hand around your throat squeezing just a bit more, like it’s the only thing grounding him to reality. As you slowly start to come down you feel him release your throat, his hand simply resting against the soft flesh there and his lips placing kisses beneath your ear.

“Stay, please?”

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sheriff-caitlyn · 2 years

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For all that Arcane has issues, some of the set pieces are legitimately lovely, and do an unfair amount of heavy lifting for history and plot. You can see the point where Zaun turns into Piltover, where the biochemical green becomes the green of copper verdigris. This building, given its height, seems to be one of the Classic Piltovian buildings, and given the stained glass window of the upper half, I’d wager it belonged to the founders of Piltover, the first of the council. The people responsible for going ‘fuck Zaun, we’re going to pretend they don’t exist and we’ll be rich and happy up here’.

The Zaunite Council has co-opted an abandoned historic building, taking the prestige to give legitimacy to its cause.

Please note the main sigils in the glass. The Council might have said in Arcane ‘there has only ever been seven’ but maybe there were originally five. Five people responsible for the horrific split that decided some peoples’ lives were worth more than others.

The last two sigils are what drew my attention. A sylised H for Heimerdinger, and a big caligraphy S... for Stanwick? Why wouldn’t it be Stanwick, when he has a statue and Heimer calls him a dear friend?

It could be an M. It could be a crown. But given that this is a historical building and Heimdinger has confirmed his age and his role in Piltover’s construction, and the lore release has had Piltover developed out of pure selfishness, it seems likely this is Heimerdinger’s sigil. It’s a shame we never get to see any of his inventions, because they would certainly be monogrammed.

I’ll be doing a writeup of character assassinations in Arcane (of Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, and Heimerdinger), but this particular bit of background information doesn’t look good for the yordle. I mean, there is no way Heimerdinger wasn’t aware that his decision to build Piltover was going to doom a majority of the city’s population to poverty, infighting, and suffering, even without his sigil showing up on a historic building.

Edit: Yes, I know about the ‘these are the chem barons sigils’ theory. But there are five people already in the room when Silco walks in, meaning there are 6 councilmembers. Also, Finn’s ornate F from his jacket is nowhere to be seen out here, and no-one’s tattoos or crests inside the room match anything that’s out here.

#arcane #architecture #history #arcane spoilers #and now I take a shot and sigh heavily

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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can i request a jayce x transmasc reader, where theyre scared of penetration because theyve never done it before, even by themselves? and jayce is just like "thats ok hon, we dont need to do that ^^", if that makes any sense? thank you :-)

And thank you for requesting!

I'm so glad to see a trans request, its something I don't see all that often in fanfics. Or atleast, perhaps I'm just not look in the right places

Loving strokes

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Pairing: Jayce X trans masc! Reader

Warning: no penetration, praise kink, soft sex, AFAB body, surgical scars, strap on reader, blowjobs, AFAB language used for readers private parts in some places, frotting

Your relationship with jayce was wonderful. He was devoted and paitent. Always ready to defend you but you did worry. Fears clouding your mind as you worried about disappointing him. He was so kind to you. How could you even make it up to him for pampering you so much?

You've gotten intimate a few times; all mostly clothed and focused on making each other feeling good. Rather than actual sex. Whilst you loved Jayce - you weren't ready for that kind of thing yet. You knew that was okay but apart of you felt guilty. Like you were somehow insulting him and disrepecting his kindness.

You heard footsteps approaching. You hurried to get back into position; inviting your boyfriend over to your apartment earlier. You wanted to dress up a little for him. Knowing he's had a hard week hunched over a desk in his lab and stressed from the counselor's.

Jayce knocked onto your door. He already had a key to your apartment. You called him in, doing your best to look as seductive as you could. Jayce was grinning, flowers in hand and you both halted to a stop. Staring at each other as he processed what he was saying.

And oh lord, did he love it!

You faltered as you took the flowers from him. Heart fluttering as you sniffed. They were your favourite.

"Thank you, Jayce, you didn't have to buy this." You gave them once last smell before placing them on your bedtime table.

"I wanted to."

Was all he said as he laid on the bed. Kicking off his shoes before stripping down bare, as he leaned his head against his palm. His other hand was brushing against your leg, fiddling with the garter holding up your red socks. You wanted to wear his usual colours. Hoping it would be effective.

That damn smile didn't leave his face. It only grew as his eyes racked over your form.

"You dressed up for me?"

"I mean- you've been so stressed lately so I wanted to - ya know - give you a treat for working so hard."

He sat up, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, babe."

You yelped as you were suddenly pushed down. Jayce peppered your face with kisses, moving down until he got to your chest. Caressing his thumbs against your scars.

"Hey, handsome." He was looking up at you as he nuzzled his cheek against you.

You smiled as you ran a hand through his hair. Dragging your nails through the shaven part causing him to shiver.

"Hello." You laughed as you waved your hand. He chuckled as he watched you get more relaxed.

He gave your chest a kiss before he completely lowered, his face Infront of your crotch. Parting your legs as he nestled between them. He looked up at you checking to see if you were uncomfortable but you just nodded. Jayce pulled down your boxers which were ridiculous; having yordle prints on them.

You had a strap on underneath, cock springing up as the silicone jiggled. Jayce spat on his hand, jerking it up and down until his movements got smoother. Your breath hitched as he took the tip in his mouth and sucked. Suddenly, you felt your hips jerk up as he touched your clit.

Jayce always knew how to get to you. You expressed your disdain for not having a real one; even if there were days you were happy with the parts you had. So he went out of his way to buy you a strap; you could take it off whenever you wanted and if you didn't like it? That was okay.

You ended up enjoying it. Espically when he rubbed your clit just like that whilst doing so. You could be convinced that it's actually a real dick attached to you in your daze.

His tongue swirled around the head before he completely placed it back in his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down. Your back arched as you gripped his hair. A moan slipping out as he synced up his two movement's.

"Good boy-!" You moaned out. Knowing he would melt at any form of praise. This was supposed to be about him, after all. But he loved making sure you felt good.

He held back his gag as he took your entire cock in his mouth. Moaning around it as you kept jerking your hips. Fucking into his mouth as you sung his praises.

"You're so nice to me - my golden boy, my favourite man-"

You gasped as you felt that familiar knot hit your stomach. Legs twitching as you let out a string of 'im gonna cum." He only sucked harder and moved his fingers faster. Already able to tell when you were on the verge. Removing himself from your dick to place his mouth over your hole. Licking it as he rubbed you.

Your orgasm hit you. Cumming in his mouth to his delight. He lapped you up until you were completely clean. Caressing your thighs as you slumped.

Jayce lifted himself up, hovering over you before he hugged you to his chest. Moving so he was semi on his back and he was cradling you. You could how hard he was on your thigh, your cheeks burned as you shifted, causing his cock to slap against your sex.

You stiffened as you felt it rub against your folds. Your grasp on his getting tighter as you tried to move your hips away.

"You alright? What's wrong?" His face was covered in concern. Cupping your face as you held your breath.

Was he going to be upset? Feel guilty? Mad? This was supposed to be about him and you're scared? You shook your head. Reminding yourself you didn't need to give anyone anything you didn't want to. Your body. Your rules. You'll do it when you're comfortable.

He'll understand that.

Right?

"i--- I don't think I can do penetration- I've never done it before with anyone or anything - I just- I don't think I'm comfortable doing that."

"oh! Sure, honey, we don't have to do anything like that."

He just smiled. Nodding his head. He adjusted how he was laying so you had more space away from his dick.

"wait-- really? You're not mad?" You pushed yourself back, trying to see his face better.

"why would I be? I got the cutest boyfriend who goes out his way to make me happy."

"I haven't even done anything to you yet."

You frowned. Looking down at his strained cock. He tapped your cheek with his finger, bringing your attention back to him.

"you've let me make you feel good, that makes me happy."

Finally, you smiled. Hugging him close as you planted a big kiss on his lips. He grabbed your hips as he fell on his back. Your mouths moving in sync. Sparks lighting up against your skin that went down to the fluttering in your stomach. It felt like fireworks everytime you kissed.

His large hands glided along your body. Feeling everything he could as you parted for air. Complimenting every inch of you. You were a blushing mess as you couldn't stop hoe giddy you felt. Overwhelmed with joy as you kissed all over his jaw.

You felt his cock nudge your ass. He was about to apologize but you beat him to it.

"i want to try something."

He looked at you confused. You tried to flip the two of you other but all you ended up doing was straining yourself. He chuckled, rolling you both over so he was ontop of you again. You tried not to focus on him as you grabbed his cock, pumping it slowly as you gestured him to come closer.

You grabbed your cock and his but could barely fit your hand over the both of them. Jayce could be an idioit somtimes but when he connected the dots. He was a genius.

He grabbed them into making sure they pressed against each other and started to hump into his hand. He moaned; the sensation of his warm fist and wet silicone were enough to get him flushed. Getting enough friction as he grinded.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and shoved a pillow under your ass to keep you propped up. Your hand sneaking under his to play with yourself as he used his other hand to hold your hip.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You cooed. Your free hand cupping his face.

He nodded. Panting a little as he picked up the pace. his eyes flickered to the hand on his face, nuzzling against your palm. Leaving a kiss before he pulled your body closer. At this angel you he could keep you propped up without assistance. He took your hand in his and kept it by your head.

Suddenly fucking into his hand at a desperate speed as his head hang low. You whimpered as you felt yourself getting closer to edge. Moaning with him as you both chased your own release.

He was the first, cum splattering against his hand and your stomach. You squirmed as you came soon after. Legs shaking as your body threatened to give out from the position you're in.

You both grew embarrassed when he pulled away, a string of cum connecting your cocks together. You covered you mouth as you tried not to let out a nervous laugh.

"did- are you happy?" You said, looking at his face instead.

"I'm more than happy."

He kissed you one last time before he grabbed the wet wipes from the bed side table. Cleaning you both up so you could cuddle comfortably.

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