Viktor- Definitely Ravenclaw
Jayce- Gryffindor
Mel Medarda- Slytherin
Silco- Slytherin
Vander- Gryffindor
Vi- Gryffindor
What house do you think Jinx would be in? Who do you think would be from Hufflepuff
Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Istg it hurts. Like literally don't read unless you're just here to be damaged by Silco (and not in a good way?).
“Marietta drew closer and closer to the door, green light shining out from beneath it,” you read quietly, glancing at the girl seated on the other end of the couch, a blanket rapped around her tightly, her fingers fiddling with the end of a braid as she listened. “She set her hand on the icy cold handle and pulled, the hinges screaming as though in warning. Thunder boomed. The wind shrieked. But she didn’t listen.” You turn the page, glancing up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. “The door seemed to pull against her, fighting to stay closed until it lost all strength and flew open, revealing—”
With perfect timing, as though cued, the door behind Jinx swings open slowly. A whine follows as the hinges din and you blink as Silco appears in the threshold. You smile as Jinx whirls around, glancing between you both.
“Silco!” she calls his name but he doesn’t look at her. He’s staring at you and were it any other type of look, you’d be flattered. But this is flattering. This is unrelenting, and you close your book with a frown, standing up.
Even as Jinx stands in front of him, his gaze is still trained on you. “Jinx go downstairs,” he says softly. You hold your breath. Something’s wrong. What’s happened? Fear and panic start to build as Jinx starts to argue.
“But—”
And that pulls his attention away from you. He looks down, brows furrowing sharply. “I said, go,” he tells her and you can’t help but bite the inside your cheek. She gives you a glare and you start to step after her, but she’s disappeared through the door, leaving her blanket piled on the floor. You shake your head and frown.
“Silco—”
He holds a hand up as he steps over the threshold. You fall silent. His hair is wet, hat crumpled in the hand still at his side. You shift, head tilting as you watch him twist around and close the door. The click of the lock gives you pause. He stands with his back to you, shoulders rising and falling. You wait. And you wait. But he never turns.
“Silco?” you ask, arms sliding around your middle as you move from one foot to the other. You take a step forward, floorboards creaking under your weight.
OMG I WANNA CRY
science man in formal wear
Hi anyway Mel and Jayce are a wonderful, healthy, loving couple, and I’m tired of seeing hate about it! Jayce and Viktor are almost better as friends in this situation because they’re both guys who will openly show compassion and emotion! And that’s what I loved about Arcane: they literally broke so many stereotypes with all the characters!
Anyway this is a Mel/Jayce Stan page now. Protect them.
I finally drew the science bros!! Viktor is a year older than Jinx in this AU for reasons. They also met through Singed (the doctor) and remained friends even after Viktor got taken in by Heimerdinger.
(I initially had to chose between Ekko and Viktor and ended up with Viktor because he doesn’t really care that her dad’s Silco, just as long as she was safe and that he had someone to trust with his life at every turn. Plus, imagine if these two were legit partners in Arcane. They would’ve made life better for both Zaun and Piltover.)
Spent ages trying to find these refs online.
All art and designs are courtesy of Riot and Fortiche, I simply found it on Wiki and decided to share for fellow artists to use.
Description: The quiet moment before young Silco and Vander fight in the river.
A/N: Anon that just had to ask if I would write Arcane stories, I blame you for this.
Warnings for the entire fic (ie. parts to come): SMUT, angst, so much angst, like this will not end happily just know that now. Death. Abusive relationship (Silco is not the abuser just FYI). Pregnancy (Silco ain't the baby daddy, I'm sorry, but it'll still be fun).
Note: Silco is in his early 20's here and the reader is 18-ish.
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Ahead of you, a towering and shining city stands high, graced with blue skies and accented in gold and white. Clean air that’s never known the decay and rot of chemical runoff and fear. Far below your feet, a buried city chokes on its own death vapors. With one hand clutching the rusted metal of the rooftop railing, you peer down at the bridge connecting two very different worlds: your own and a fantasy land that pretends you don’t exist.
Your eyes cut to the side. “You’re staring again,” you murmur as you turn to the boy, a young man really, who stands next to you, dark locks shrouding his light blue eyes. A glint of gold reflects in them as he stares at the Piltover toll booth, guards exchanging passes into the upper city for whatever bits of riches the caravans can scrape together. It sets a bitter taste on your tongue.
“They’re paying to get out of destitution, to escape, only to find themselves buried deeper under fines from a city that will never accept them,” he breathes out, jaw clenching as the caravan lines begin to move before the next poor fool is pulled to pay his dues. “They’ll be lucky to find work, nevermind something worth living for,” he says and you sigh.
Stepping carefully over the broken and breaking metal platform, you set a hand on his arm, gently pulling him back. This isn’t the first time he’s said this, and it won’t be the last. But at this point in your life, you don’t have the energy or will to care anymore, much less think about how great the divide is between the surfacer’s city and yours.
“Come’on,” you say, leading him by the hand. He follows you, shoulders slumping as you walk down the ramp towards the ladder on the side of the building. “You promised me clean air and hot food, Sil, and all I’ve gotten are your philosophical musings and a shoddy view of an enforcer’s ass,” you tell him with a wry smile.
His fingers slide and intertwine with yours. “You like my musings.”
“Maybe in bed,” you shoot back, squeezing his hand as you smirk. Then you raise a hand to your mouth in a fake yawn. “They really put me to sleep.”
You loosen your hold on him as you come to the edge of the building, ready to start climbing down to the street when his hand tightens, and a tug pulls you back towards him. You raise an eyebrow in surprise as his free hand settles on your waist and his lips press against yours.
“Mmmm,” you hum as your arms wrap around his neck.
When you open your eyes, he’s already watching you with that crease between his brows as he scans your face. “I can’t decide…” he murmurs.
“Can’t decide what?” you ask, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair.
“If I like you better beneath the shadows of Zaun or in the open sunlight.”
✦ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃.
dialogue prompts taken from or inspired by the movie PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005). please feel free to change the sentences for pronouns and context as you see fit!
Yandere Viktor Headcanons
Viktor x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 327
Warnings: Possessive/obsessive behavior, manipulation
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Fandom: Arcane
This is the perfect mix between hot and softly 🔥😍
anyways
Synopsis: After leaving the lab, you have a few options. Go directly to bed, brainstorm ways to run into Viktor in the morning, or read his journal full of observations of you. The latter. You very easily settle on the latter.
Warnings: lots more sexual tension, dirty talk, reading Viktor's private observations of you, thigh riding
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: I hope this part is up to par with part one. I didn't intend to make this a three-parter, but I thought it would flow smoother that way. Part three coming soon.
Viktor had thoroughly consumed you by the time you got to your room. The kiss played on repeat, dragging you further down into the depths. How soft his lips were, how fast his heart was beating, how he’d stumbled to get your jacket off. He’d kissed you—that was stomach-flipping in its own right. That fact that he wanted more nearly made your knees give out.
I have a theory the self-righteous bastard had said, acting as if you were the only one who had a crush. Acting like he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him.
[Claire and Viktor attend the Academy festival together, and get to know each other a little better.]
The energy of the event had Claire excited, and she decided that, even if she didn't see Viktor tonight, she would try to enjoy herself. She doubted anyone would even be able to spot her in this crowd, anyhow, so she probably wouldn't have to worry about making idle conversation.
"Ah!" Said a voice loudly. "Claire! Lovely to see you here!"
She turned her head sideways, towards one of the student installations just off the path, and Professor Heimerdinger stood next to it, regarding her with a warm smile. She smiled back, quickly making her way through the ever growing crowd.
"Hello, Professor." She greeted him, genuinely happy to see him. Idle conversation with the Dean wasn't too bad, she thought to herself. "This festival is..." She searched for the right word, looking around. "Spectacular!"
The Professor almost jumped in excitement. "Isn't it, just? A marvellous turnout, too!"
She nodded in agreement, quickly looking over the installation they stood next to. A sculpture of the Academy grounds, with real, flickering lights. It was so pretty, Claire almost swooned outloud.
Heimerdinger spoke again, recapturing her attention. "I must say, though, I'm surprised none of your work is being showcased tonight!"
Claire suddenly felt embarrassed. He was talking about her art, something he had extensively praised when he convinced her to auction off a piece at the last Academy event.
She laughed as she reassured him, "After the fundraiser, Professor, I think I'm okay with staying out of the limelight for a while."
He hummed at that, before his attention caught onto someone else walking towards them. "Ah! There you are, Viktor!"
Claire looked over, and sure enough, Viktor was there in his Academy uniform, an open book in his hand, the other resting on his cane.
They locked eyes, and suddenly his serious expression turned upwards into a small smile as he stopped in front of them.
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends) Pairing: Viktor x Fem!reader Genre: Romance Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Suggestive Content | Read at your own risk | 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞 Additional Warnings: Mentions of Nudity | Mentions of Sex Word Count: 650+
(a/n): Call me Viktor simp 🙈 This man deserves the world! 💜
💜 SIN2021 Day 20
seriously can’t get enough of viktor from arcane, i love this man so fucking much to such an unhealthy extent that it’s detrimental to my physical health
