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aikoiya · 1 year

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MH!Viktor x Fem!Poison Ivy Reader - Writing Prompt

MH!Viktor with a fem Pharmacognosist (Pharmacognosy is the study of medicinal plants & other natural substances as sources of medicine, so she's both a botanist & pharmacologist/doctor at once) & biochemist Reader who, in contrast with Viktor becoming the Machine Harold, herself becomes something like Poison Ivy or Zyra.

Has greenish skin, long, wavy, dark hair (black or brown, doesn't matter) that reaches just past her rump, bright emerald irises with mint sclera, & wears a long leaf dress with a sexy slit up the skirt to show off some leg.

I dunno, maybe in an effort to try & save Viktor, Reader thought to infuse human DNA with liquified Nature & Healing Magic by making a sort of mutagenic formula with them to try & give humans regenerative abilities & tested it on herself first? Maybe, it ended up putting her into a coma. *shrugs*

The mutagenic formula worked, if she ever loses a limb or something, it just grows back brand new like Piccolo from DBZ or Deadpool. Much like Cell, if there's even one cell left, she can come back, though in those situations, it can take a while & lots of water & sunlight to recover fully. It also gave her phytokinesis/phytomancy (the ability to control plant life).

However, it took a week for her body to adapt as she was turned into a plant person. By that point, Viktor was back in Zaun, modifying himself.

Now, she hybridizes speleo-phytoremedial (cave-dwelling plants that actively clean the air, water, & earth around them), speleo-agronomical (cave-dwelling plants that can be used for food, fuel, fiber, chemicals, recreation, or land conservation), & speleo-ethnobotanical (cave-dwelling, wild plants used for medicine, food, & tools) plants & goes around Zaun growing them to decontaminate the city, healing, & teaching Zaunites how to grow cave-dwelling crops that can survive underground. Because of her, the Lanes are slowly starting to look more like Waterfall from Undertale.

Has recently been using Pearl of the Moon from Shurima in an attempt to make an antidote to alleviate the mutation, & possibly even addiction, effects of Shimmer. Tests have been encouraging. Might even be able to one day create a Shimmer variation used purely for medicinal purposes with little to no adverse effects.

This is what I think it looks like:

She is regarded by some of the Undercitizens as Viktor's exact opposite, his antithesis, & has her own following. Regarding her as some sort of Goddess of Life or the Wild. I'm thinking that she'll be called the Verdant Saint or Veridian Matron or something. Some of Viktor's more zealous followers think of her as a sort of anti-harold & despise her, going out of their way to try & destroy the plants she grows.

She continues to work with her phytomedical mutagen to better control the effects. Those who don't wish to replace their limbs with metal often go to her. Turns out that it only had the effect on her that it did because she, herself, was a magicborn. For non-magicborn humans, it instead gives temporary regeneration, allowing them to grow back missing limbs or even help with regenerating/healing organs. It only lasts for 24 hours & the effects are slow-acting, so it often requires daily dosage. It, fortunately, isn't addictive, but it causes the regrown parts to be tinted a green gradient (from their regular skin tone to greenish) with obvious green veins. Said appendages tend to be able to be extremely flexible & able to be manipulated to a much finer degree. However, they are also more easily hurt & tends to require more water, not to mention being more susceptible to temperature. So, it's something of a mixed bag.

Anyway, at one point, Viktor & Reader meet & Viktor's followers bid him end the infidel or whatever, only to be blindsided when they are completely ignored in favor of the 2 openly flirting with each other. Just full witty banter while making eyes at each other. Viktor taking her hand & kissing the knuckle with a smirk on his lips & bedroom eyes while Reader giggles & flutters her lashes at him like a virginal maiden.

I'm thinking that they're somewhat like Melora & Erathis from DnD. So they represent Nature & Civilization or Tradition & Progress or 2 different types of Innovation or Evolution or something to that effect.

She wears a rose behind her ear that she's able to turn into either a rapier, a whip (with or without thorns), a dagger, or shortsword. She also always has rose seeds on her just in case so she's never truly disarmed.

Basically the Thornpiercer from The Griffon's Saddlebag.

Here's a list of all the flora & fungi I could think of for her to grow in Zaun:

#arcane #league of legends #viktor #machine herald viktor #viktor x female reader #viktor x fem!reader #mh!viktor #female reader #poison ivy reader #plant reader #pharmacognosy #writing prompt #my art #aikoiya art

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arcanefandomweek · 9 months

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Arcane Year 2 Event Week!

From November 7th to the 13th

#ArcaneYear2 / #ArcaneYearTwo

Let's celebrate Arcane on its second anniversary! All fanworks are welcome! In this special week, you have a choice of two themes, each with unique prompts.

What Could Have Been

Nov 7 : Faction Swap / First Time Nov 8 : Vander Lives / Broken Nov 9 : Hugs / Family / Grief Nov 10 : Food / Gift / Fix It Nov 11 : AU / Soulmate / Adoption Nov 12 : Nightmare / Kiss / Jealousy Nov 13 : Free Day / Goodbyes

What Could Yet Be

Nov 7 : Hextech / Ghost / Blood Nov 8 : Common Enemy / Warwick Nov 9 : Begging / Shimmer / Art Nov 10 : Chaos / Light / Promise Nov 11 : Noxus / Secrets / Fear Nov 12 : Machine Herald / Faith / Lies Nov 13 : Voices / Legacy / Hope

How does this work?

The "What could have been" prompts were chosen to fit fics or art (or meta, playlists, etc) set before or during season 1.

This includes ideas like "Heimerdinger used to travel the world before founding Piltover" set before canon, as well as missing scenes like "Viktor creating his hextech arm" during the time skip, or "Vi waking up in Stillwater".

The "What could yet be" prompts were chosen for speculation about season 2 and beyond.

This includes ideas like "my favourite LoL character definitely rocks into Zaun" or "Jinx frees Warwick" or "How Viktor becomes the Machine Herald"

You can mix and match! You can do one theme for day 1, the other for day 2... And on day 3 you could use the 'family' prompt to write a season 2 AU! Ultimately these prompts are to provide inspiration and a framework. I will not police submissions, so long as you respect the rules. Please read them well!

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Participation Bingo for readers and fans

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Prompt #947

Their powers make them the perfect killing machine for the military, one touch was enough to end a life. Much-heralded as the greatest weapon in the world, all they want is to find a cure.

#prompt 947 #writeblr #writing #hero prompt #writing prompt #writing ideas #writing inspo

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bringthekaos · 6 months

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Another one for Arcane Fan Week Year Two!

Day 6, a combination of three prompts, “nightmare,” “Machine Herald,” and “kiss.”

In which Viktor forgets to turn on his suppressor and experiences An Emotion™

#arcane #arcaneyear2 #arcaneyeartwo #arcanefanweek #jayvik #jayce talis #machine herald viktor #arcane fanfiction #JayVik fanfiction

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shivunin · 5 months

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FLORENCE! ✨✨✨✨

Ok, choose only one if it's too much but this list is cool and...

12. What a thing to admit for Elowen

And/or

48. Sweeter than heaven and harder than hell for Maria

Ahhh sorry this has taken so long! I've been fiddling with the last part for what feels like eons. As always, the second prompt will be in a separate post c:

(Florence + the Machine Prompts)

A Sudden Squall

(Cullen/Elowen Lavellan | 1,613 Words | No warnings)

Summary: An unexpected storm forces Cullen and the Inquisitor into close quarters.

“What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love, I don't like it very much Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed.” —Florence + the Machine, “Girls Against God”

The rain came all at once, with no warning at all.

One moment, Lavellan and Cullen were sparring in the ring as usual and the next, sleet was pouring from the sky, frigid and grasping. When it first struck her, Elowen sucked in a breath and froze, but Cullen gathered himself more quickly. He reversed his hold on his sword hilt at once, snatched his mantle from the training ring fence, and towed her along behind him by the elbow. The closest shelter was the armory, and he ran there as quickly as possible, head bent against the stinging cold of the rain. The door was, of course, locked—as happened sometimes when inventory was being done.

“Maker’s b-breath,” he snapped, but the sleet was still pouring down, and the Inquisitor had begun to shiver. The path to the great hall would take too long—and though they might manage Herald’s Rest, the idea did not appeal. At least here there was a slight overhang here that they might huddle under; the worst of it would pass soon enough. He hoped.

“Here,” he said, hefting his already damp mantle over one arm and bracing it on the wall above her, “This should keep off the worst of it.”

It had seemed like a good idea—truly, it had. This was simply the most sensible way to shield them both from the worst of the frigid rain, and keeping the cloak close to their heads would help them retain any heat they generated. But.

But.

Cullen hadn’t bargained on how it would feel to lean so close to her, both of them soaked to the skin, her tunic plastered to her torso. Before he’d covered them both, he hadn’t imagined what it would be to feel her breath across his cheek, to see the way her eyes looked when they dropped to his mouth.

Maker—she couldn’t be thinking…but—what else could that expression mean?

“Elowen?” he said, her name slipping out despite himself, and her eyes drifted up to his.

“You called me by my name,” she whispered.

Her hand lifted, hesitated, touched the stubble along Cullen’s jaw. Her hands were like ice. The thought of her so cold ought to have worried him, but all he could think about was that she was touching him. Not for training, not to pass a report, but—for no other apparent reason than the desire to do so.

Cullen was drifting toward her before he decided to do it, drawn closer despite all knowledge that it was foolish, that it was wiser to keep a distance, that she might stop him at any moment. But she wasn’t stopping him; she was tilting her head to the side, shifting her grip on his jaw until she was cupping it, one thumb leisurely stroking an arc over his lower cheek. Was she—were they—he wanted—

As he shifted, the mantle shifted, too; it was only a little, but it was enough to send a wash of frigid, icy water right down his back. Cullen pulled back with a yelp, struggling to set the cloak right again, and by the time he’d corrected himself and hoisted it back into place she was looking away.

He couldn’t read her face; he wished desperately that he could read her face. What was she thinking? Was she wishing they hadn’t…? Was she wishing they had?

His thoughts were interrupted by the creak of a door, and an equally creaky voice.

“That you under there, Commander? Ey, it’s a mite chilly to be standing about, no? Come inside where it’s warm.”

Elowen had slid out from under the cloak almost before the woman stopped speaking, and she’d already darted inside by the time Cullen had slung the sodden cloak over one arm and sloshed in the direction of the door.

“Won’t tell no one about this, Commander,” the woman said in an undertone with a wink, “Keep it between ourselves, yeah? Old Mays knows how to keep her mouth shut, she does.”

“Ah—” Cullen began, then abruptly realized what she was actually saying. He would have flushed bright red if he hadn’t been freezing, but even so he barely mustered a fumbled “Ah—thank you,” before making his way into the room after Elowen.

The Inquisitor stood in front of the massive fire, hands outstretched, shuddering faintly. All of a sudden, he saw not the Inquisitor, slayer of dragons, doer of impossible deeds, but only a woman, cold and alone before a fire. It occurred to Cullen then that before this moment he’d never once seen her as small, though of course she was two heads shorter than he and built more like an archer than a swordsman. She was smaller—and yet, until now, she’d never seemed so to him.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Elowen turned her head and looked up at him.

“Determined to suffer the cold in silence, Cullen?” she said quietly, and he realized he’d just been staring at her, his cloak wetting whatever parts of him had remained dry until now.

Cullen dipped his head, cleared his throat, and drew closer. His cloak spread easily before the fire and began to steam faintly after a moment—a worrying sight for the fabric, but well enough for time being. He wrung out the hem of his tunic and stretched his hands before him, as she had. Heat returned in an uncomfortable tingle up both arms, and he flexed his fingers to disperse some of it.

Maker—he had to say something. That moment in the closeness of the cloak…

“About…what happened just now,” he began, and she looked up at him again. Her hazel eyes flickered with fire, the flames illuminating and shading her face by turns.

“I…can’t,” she said softly, and Cullen straightened.

How to apologize for overstepping—how to make things as they had been before—but she was already speaking again.

“Not yet,” she said, and the words took several seconds to penetrate the haze of panic he’d been collecting around himself.

“I’m…not ready,” she added. “But…I think I want to. Someday. If that’s…if you…”

“I do,” he said, before he could rein the words in. “That is—when you’re ready.”

She nodded once, biting her bottom lip faintly before turning back to the fire.

Neither of them spoke again, but he saw the smile curling her mouth whenever she glanced up at him. For the moment, that was enough.

He held his hands out to the fire and let himself smile into its warmth.

Someday—someday wasn’t never. If Cullen had learned one thing these past months, it was how to wait.

When Elowen reached her bedroom at last, she cast off her damp clothes and stood before her fire wrapped in the warm dressing robe Varric had gifted her months ago. It beat away some of the chill that had settled into her bones, but none of the comforts of her own space slowed the hammering of her heart.

It was as if, for just a moment, Cullen’s cloak had shielded them from her own fears as much as it had shielded them from the rain. For a moment, he had leaned close and she had wanted him, but the moment he’d looked away…

It was ridiculous to be scared of wanting him after everything else, but she was. The fear had tangled its cold hands in her lungs until she had been entirely unable to breathe. IWhat a relief it had been to make some space between them, to think again when he was not looking at her like he’d never wanted anything else. Now, in the warmth of her own room, she could draw the moment out and think about it again.

In the armory, his cheeks had been red with the cold, eyes fixed on hers; he had smiled when she’d told him someday. Cullen could be horribly impatient—she’d seen it herself—but she knew that he would not rush her in this. Whatever pressure she felt, it did not come from him.

What would it be like, to feel his face in her hands and know that she could go on touching him? What would it be like to feel his lips against hers?

It was absurd to be standing here in the middle of the night thinking about his eyes, his hands, the way he’d taken her arm and shielded her from the rain. It would be wisest to climb under the covers and get some rest. She would no doubt need it; tomorrow would be another busy day.

Elowen moved to the edge of the rug and sat down instead, pulling her dressing gown more tightly around her chest. She did not know how long she sat before the fire, palms outstretched. Light that she could not touch brushed over her hands, gold and red and warming every inch of her that had been cold for too long. She could not live forever torn between fear and wanting or she would lose herself entirely.

Yes. She wanted him, too. She admitted it to herself at last and sighed, closing her eyes in relief. Someday, she’d told him. Soon, she hoped. If she could get around the horrible weight in her chest—yes. Yes. She wanted him, just like he wanted her and she no longer wished to pretend otherwise.

When she finally uncrossed stiff legs and climbed into the bed, her hair had dried entirely. The fire went on crackling and glowing well into the night, long after she’d finally drifted off to sleep.

#elowen lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullen x inquisitor #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #i never found the painting that inspired this rip #oh well #also anon who sent me fic prompts if you are reading this i pinky promise i haven't forgotten those either!

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saeneryis · 2 years

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Goodness gracious. I love your Viktor prompts. I'd love to see more Machine Herald Viktor though (Arcane Vik is a cutie, but I love me a strong metal man.)

Late Night Testing with Viktor

Machine Herald Edition.

Includes: Viktor (as the Machine Herald) x Reader (Gender Neutral) Warnings: nsfw, admiration, toys, orgasm.

• The man suggested you a different kind of experiment than the usual ones. Something to do with.. the human body. You accepted.

• He wants to see how much you can truly take, and how much stimulation is enough to drive you crazy; at first, he's distant, and tries to keep as much seriousness to the test, but oh.. let's be honest— he just can't control himself for long looking at the way you squirm at the slight, teasing vibration from the machine.

• Viktor decides to step in, and begin using his hands to caress you instead; gently trailing from your hips towards your lower parts, toying with you as soon as his protective gloves slipped out, allowing you to feel the warm touch of his skin over your sensitive areas.

• This was just part of the experiment. He assured you, it's not like.. he was letting his impulses win the internal battle. No, this was totally meant to happen. • He plays with you. A lot, and in different ways, simply.. looking at how well you take the toys, wondering.. how well would he fit in there. Viktor is sure he desires you. • One thing leads to another and you end up having a passing orgasm and it sends him flyyyyyyyyying. • His tongue trailed your entrance, sucked on it, all while playing with your senses with his free hand. "I get you going this badly, huh?" He chuckled. "It's.. very interesting. Arousing, if I may." • Once he's sure you're prepared enough, he'll finally move into you, making sure you're alright between whimpers. His moves are accurate, hitting the spots you love-- while staring at your face.. your beautiful face. • There's a certain elegance to his moves, from the way he thrusts up to the way his eyes embrace you in your entirety-- he's admiring you like a complicated art piece.

"What happened to the experiment?" You ask. "Eehh... It's been postponed. Shall we continue?"

Writer's Note: Uhh, awkward! It's been so long, miss seeing me here~? I've been so busy with my personal life and psychology classes, but don't worry-- everything's been just alright, I enjoy my new school life and it's freaking awesome. I'll try to be more consistent and find time to write new things in the future, if anyone has any prompts they'd like me to do, feel free to reach out! I'm desperate for ideas! D: Here, a cookie for sticking around. 🍪

#viktor x reader #viktor smut #viktor x you #arcane smut #arcane imagines #arcane #viktor machine herald #viktor arcane x you #viktor arcane x reader #viktor headcanons

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bruh-anator3000 · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Welcome to my masterlist, I dont write very often but I have a few now so I might as well make a navigation for it :)

Characters I'm writing for right now is mainly Viktor from Arcane. Or anyone from Arcane.

5/23/23 Update: Dagur will be joining my masterlist bc i am a slave to my hyperfixtations.

6/29/23 Update: Miguel O'Hara has entered the chat

Italicized titles are unfinished/wips. Bold are posted and bold and italicized are fully completed projects.

Asks/prompts are OPEN!!! Don't be shy! Ask away!

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY WORKS INTO AI. ACTIONS THAT GO AGAINST THIS WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY ACCOUNT.

I don't go by much here, my name is up for you to choose. My tag will just be #bruh writes. I hope you enjoy my work. Much love <3

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Viktor:

- The Lab Inspector's Daughter:

Summary: You're a lab inspector. Boring job. But the little girl you took under your wing sure made it interesting. She grew up into a smart kid, easily finding her way into Piltover's finest Academy. She also decided she would double as a matchmaker.

First date:

Jericho's: Jinx wanted to take a quick trip into memory lane. Viktor, however, is not a fan of what it serves. Literally.

- HexCrunch:

Summary: You're so, so hungry...

- Bedtime:

Summary: Poor Viktor never gets enough sleep. It's time you change that.

- Mafia!au

Summary: nothing yet, just a sketch >:)

Drabbles:

- Jealous?Viktor

- Snow-ball fight

- Afraid to love

- Arcane x Tangled

- NSFW drabble(MDNI!!)

- Comfort during a fight

- Viktor x Sculptor!S/O

- Machine Herald trying to find you

- Zombie Apocalypse hc

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Dagur:

To Skrill or Not to Skrill:

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

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Miguel O'Hara:

CAT-astrophic:

Summary: A random hot guy won't stop talking to your cat, it's starting to freak you out.

In the cradle of the Cat (Miguel x BlackCat!OC):

Summary: WIP

Introduction to Anisa Hardy

- Miguel and Mayday angst

Drabbles:

- love not lust (slightly NSFW!)

- Widower!Miguel

- Black Cat and code names

#bruhwrites #masterlist #arcane viktor #arcane #fanfiction #fanfic writer #bruh writes #viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #dagur fanfic #dagur x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #black cat oc #miguel x black cat #miguel x you

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lamarckianenterprises · 11 months

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On Alledgely Intelligent Machines

All of this reminds me of like, two to three years ago when AI Dungeon 2 was this hot young thing and 'respectable' gaming news sites were posting opinion pieces about the wild unrestricted adventures they were having on it and how it would change the way they roleplayed forever, even though it was this bumbling, lawless thing that could barely find the plot to lose most of the time.

And then fast forward a year or so and we find out that the algorithm isn't magic, and that prompting it with 'the end' specifically outputs a 'thanks for reading, please donate to my patreon' message lifted from all of the thousands upon thousands of poor schumcks who had the misfortune of deciding to share their work online for other people to freely read.

All of this 'AI is progressing too rapidly and will one day very soon develop into real AGI that will change the world' malarkey is just jingling keys. I think it's called Longtermism, they want us to fret and fuss about how this will affect the lives of our great great great grandchildren commutting to Mars 200 years from now, and not about how this is affecting real people today.

"Think about how neat it would be to have an AI that can answer all of the questions left in the universe for us" Sam says, as his company hurriedly cuts ties with the underpaid Kenyan workers manually sorting and tagging the database his LLMs are based on.

"Look at how well it rhymes now, this will definitely distrupt the Poetry Industry which definitely is a thing that exists in real life I am a real scientist I know these things," his employees say, in a research paper hyping up their own product while they improve its ability to deepfake images that gradually erodes any trust we still have in our society.

All the while touting the most mediocre, average examples of just about any creative field as proof of its rapid, inevitable and perpetually explosive growth as if it was the figurative Antichrist heralding the coming of the Son of God and the Kingdom of Heaven.

I miss when we just let these things run rampant without a single care for consistent style and realism because we enjoyed witnessing what utter insanity it came up with, I miss when it was just a 'neat tool' that could maybe provide a freaky background or add trippy dogfaces to your clouds, I miss when we were wondering about what all of this weirdness said about what understanding language and having pattern recognition means when it's divorced entirely from reality instead of wondering how quickly we can refine and normalize its output well enough to mechanize all forms of artistry.

And above all else I miss not hearing about it, because honestly it still isn't that good. The slightly uncanny photos, mass art style plagiarism module and extremely resource intensive shorts are neat and all but, when it comes to prose, and DMing?

Well let's just say that AI Dungeon 2 crawled so that ChatGPT can sorta aimlessly waddle around in those babywalker things that seem neat and helpful, but are actually deathtraps that can cause long term health and developmental issues by actively preventing your child from spending the time they need to crawl around and develop the motoric skills and musculature needed to stand and fail repeatedly at walking. (Which is why they have been banned in Canada since 2004.)

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Maria D.R./Lamarck is an Indonesian writer whose boomer mother has talked about how great AI is to me and everyone in her social circle every damned day since ChatGPT was released.

#chatgpt #technology #tech #machine learning #writing #on writing #journalling #writer things #journaling #thiswasoriginallyayoutubecommentlol

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gatheredfates · 8 months

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05. undone | azuma yumishi

Do you want to read all of my FFXIVWrite prompts? You can do that here!

BARBAROUS. primitive and uncivilized. extremely brutal. DISCLAIMER: Azuma takes direct inspiration from Japanese/Chinese culture, with respect to Doma/The East and her general themes. I am neither Japanese nor Chinese. While I always endeavor to write to her as respectfully as possible, there are times where I will mess up. If I have written anything from a place of ignorance, especially if it's egregious, please don’t hesitate to correct me. I’d rather suffer momentary embarrassment to ensure I don’t repeat my mistakes.

Assimilation was the desire of the tyrants who dubbed them savages, an irony cloistered in steel as they stripped identity from the outer provinces and churned them through their war machine. ‘Doman’ had been synonymous with ‘savage’ for as long as Azuma could remember; spat from barbarous tongue; heralded in fire, wire, stone and steel; twisted and defaced in the lesson that safety was second only to allegiance, and they were loathe to defy the second if they craved the first.

A tokonoma was no temple, though they were too ignorant to suspect the smaller sibling. As was their way, they had gone for the tera first; expelling the monks from her walls, tearing down her foundations and salting the earth. As the bones of the elders fermented in the earth they laughed at the miko distraught at the carnage, goading them as they grabbed their limbs like the jaws of snapping dogs.

“You wouldn’t know civilization if it looked you dead in the face. Try to call upon your kami now — prove to us your primal nature.”

Her first kill had come that way, a blade in the belly of a soldier who thought her easy prey. It was not clean, but it would suffice. The blood in her obi was the smallest price. The obi, the tokonoma; the ever-constant chant of lesser. Let them take their larger prizes. Many a serpent had still killed a man when freshly hatched from the egg.

As she lit the incense and gave her offerings, Azuma clapped her hands gently together. Even in this place she could feel her ancestors and feel the soft beating heart of her home.

We have always been here and will continue to endure when they are undone, undone, undone.

#ffxivwrite2023 #i had more ideas for this but tbh i'm too tired and i just wanted to say i did it #but i DID it #thank you #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : azuma #my writing

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aerynwrites · 2 years

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Viktor Masterlist

Multitudes - (soulmate AU) Viktor’s world explodes in color when he first lays eyes on you, his soulmate. So why are you acting like nothing happened?

Kisses and Sweet Milk - after the breakthrough discovery of Hextech, Viktor acts on feelings he’s kept hidden for a long time.

Arrangement - the reader ends up pregnant with Viktor’s child despite being in an strictly friends with benefits relationship. She has no clue how to tell him without revealing her true feelings.

Warmth - a request for the prompt “stay warm on a cold night” with Viktor

Weekend Away - Viktor is forced to ask reader for a favor when he told his mother he was seeing someone. He isn’t. And now reader and Viktor have to spend a weekend at his mothers home pretending to date.

Muse - Artist!Viktor AU where he asks reader to model for one of his paintings.

Exact Science - Viktor tries (and fails) to surprise the reader by baking cookies. She helps him out.

Seeds of Love - reader overheard a conversation that dashes any hopes she had of being with Viktor. He finds her later to clear things up.

Gifts - reader surprises Viktor with a new set of lingerie she bought, Viktor reaction is well worth it. (Nsfw-ish)

Snowy Troubles - Reader accidentally crashes into a cute stranger on a ski slope. (Requested)

Coffee and Conversations - (modern!AU) reader has a crush on the cute regular at the bookstore she frequents, little does she know, he feels the same way.

Hireath (Complete!)

Machine Herald!Viktor x Reader

After the reader is injured in a freak accident, she wakes up in the care of the infamous Machine Herald. While she thought her only problems were the new augmentations, she soon learns her ties with the Machine Herald go back further than she ever expected. Secrets are uncovered and feelings are brought back to light.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Our Love, For Eternity (discontinued)

King!Viktor x Fem!OC

Zina was raised in the castle from the moment she was born, raised by her mother to be a servant to the royal family. However, she meets an unlikely friend I’m the young prince and future King. As they both grow older, friendship grows to romance and the lines between them grow as well. After years of protecting one another, Zina and Viktor are forced to realize the reality of their situation when life comes crumbling down around them.

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reilliane · 2 years

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Epilogue ; Withering ✤ 4NEMO

✤ The memoirs of a past yet to be buried shall eventually come to light

"This format indicates a dialogue in flashback."

Related Readings : Fleur

Loud is the silence that has fallen in the room. Not once is there an utterance save for the constant beeping of a machine. It is suffocating, as if you're in a prison cell.

The white walls grow in like a silhouette, heralding a threat to come and haunt each elapsing second.

`For years, this shall be a penitentiary´, it seems to mock, `Escape is but a dream.´

Not desiring to be besmirched by the negativity your inner demons had to offer, you shake your head, attempting to get rid of it as well as the exhaustion that drags your eyelids low.

There's a continuous squeeze in your chest, twisting and hurting as though to keep you awake. Perhaps it's trying to wake you from this nightmare—oh, how you wish to be awaken.

The world is so unfair.

You've run out of tears to cry and you're still hurting, but you're in no way experiencing the amount of pain the other person in the room is going through.

It hasn't even been two days, but Venti has already become the nonpareil personification of misery.

The fellow thirteen-year-old is seated beside the stark white bed, slumped over in deafening silence. His eyes are ridden of the luster you've been accustomed into seeing- it feels like a sin to witness him with a dull sheen.

Blanketed over with a boring, achromatic shade of grey, he looks as if he's but a mere shell of the effervescent boy he once was.

The tragedy begets pain to blossom in your chest, but seeing your other friend be so low in spirits is just as painful.

Coldness wafting in around the room, you shiver, standing from the sofa to approach him.

“Venti, it's going to be fine-”

“No! You don't understand, I-” the sudden rise of his voice in the deadly quietude of the environment makes you jump. “It should've been me.”

He has stood from his seat, fists squeezing along with an oscillating pitch to his words. It's scary- no, terrifying, to be an audience to this side of him you never knew existed.

Not once has his sturdy sangfroid ever crumbled, even for a young preteen.

It's always Ze-... you stiffen, unable to think of the name without curling your fingers and avoiding the sight of another in the room—one who is motionless.

Head down, you murmur, “I'm sorry.”

It's understandable that he'd lash out... the time isn't the best for either of you, much more to him, who has lost more in a span of a mere afternoon.

With a whisper of a curse under his breath, he slouches back down on his seat beside yours, head buried in his hands.

“Why bother?” his voice remains small and wavering, “It isn't like you have a fault in this, I don't need your sorry.”

It's innocuous, you know that, but still, his uncharacteristic temerity and brusque manner of phrasing prompts you to gnaw on your lip, feeling the additional twist your heart does.

He doesn't mean to sound rude, you assure yourself through the reforming tears. He's just hurting...

The hand you previously rose to touch his arm falls to your lap. You feel plenty of things at once; unwanted, in pain, in desperation...

So, in the end, you shut your eyes, lips trembling in a herculean effort to restrain the whimpers that threaten to spill.

It's fine.

You are roused awake by the gentle squeeze on your shoulder, followed by a concerned shake.

Forced to entertain the newcomer, you pry your eyes open, feeling the telltale signs of an incoming headache and a stiff neck. The blur begins to assume clarity, revealing the sight of worried turquoise optics.

“[Name]? Did you sleep here the whole night?” it's Venti.

Slow to process things because of the fog in your head, you yawn, massaging the space between your brows.

“Oh, yeah.” the peering sunlight is almost blinding as you made the mistake to glance at the unveiled window. It's dawn. “I lost track of time, and the nurse permitted me, so,”

“Are you okay?” he cuts you off, the concern in his voice palpable.

His hand on your shoulder turns you toward him, gentle yet swift. He has a frown on his face. You are just about to question him why- when you feel a cold sensation dribbling down your cheek.

Ah... a tear. You wipe it away with a strained laugh.

“Yeah- just remembering things, is all..”

He doesn't appear to be content with your answer, but questions things no further. Instead, he turns to the vase on the bedside table at your side—you just realized he has brought something—and slips in a cecilia that he has with him.

The silence that ensues reminds you of the vivid dream that played a memory of long ago. Even more so when he sits beside you, facing the side of the white bed.

Still ensnared by drowsiness, you lean onto his shoulder, hands clenching upon your lap. He doesn't move an inch.

“Do you... think he'll wake up?” your words are hushed as the sunlight begins to pore through the glass. “It's been so long.”

It's been seven years.

He must've seen the faintest tremors your hands have done, for he reaches his own to cover yours. He's warm, but the teeter of his pitch insinuates the distant coldness of tears in his eyes.

With a voice as quiet as yours, he answers.

“He will.”

a/n: this concludes the first story act for Fleur! ahhh we've gone so far and all the LIs (save for one bonus/coughheizou) have been introduced. we're going to move on to the second act!

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anechomirrored · 5 months

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Prompt: "I never said it would be easy."

Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach, The Other Side of Justice AU

Rating: G

Warning: implied criminal activity, mild arguing, non sexual intimacy, suggestive

The sound of the front door heralded his return.

"You're late again, Clip." You didn't look up from the dishes.

The familiar footsteps approching the kitchen faltered.

You weren't looking for a fight but hearing your own voice, there was no mistaking it as conversational. You took a long breath and willed your next words to come out more softly.

"You took another job didn't you?" It was a statement more than it was a question.

You turned to face him, your face pinched with worry.

Eclipse looked drained. His shirt was rumpled, the first few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal smears of hastily cleaned up oil.

His, or someone elses?

You throw him a dishrag that's on its way out.

"You got a little something there." You said,without much humour.

"Where's Sun?" He asked, already looking down the hall beyond the kitchen.

"Sunny's still in the spare room, but I don't think-"

"He needs a new chip, and those aren't cheap. Two more and we'll have it for him. No loans, no nothing." He explained making to step around you.

Stepping into the mouth of the hall you braced one hand on the doorcasing.

"It's not nothing! Clip, we need to talk about this."

"Darling I know you don't like it, but Sunny needs this chip and honest jobs aren't exactly plentiful these days, especially not for my kind and..." Eclipse let out a sigh.

"Look, taking a few rough jobs ain't that bad." He smiled apologetically, reaching for your shoulder.

You stiffened, bracing harder against the doorframe.

"It's how you got picked up by a gang the first time, what makes you think you won't-"

"Because you're here," his words were sharp, though, seeing your expression he softens, " and I gave you my word... Please, darling. I just found them..." He gave your shoulder a squeeze his other hand coming to your waist, "I don't want to lose Sun over this, just because civillian work won't pay. I have rules about my jobs now. No hits, no affiliations, get in and get out and get paid." He was looking at you with the puppy dog look that no machine should be able to make.

"Eclipse, I know but-" you sighed taking his hands

"Just let me take care of them,they..."

"They're family." You finished a bittersweet feeling in your chest.

You had both been running for awhile. Three cities, 15 apartments and this was the first time you'd seen Eclipse make a connection beyond necessity with anything or anyone. You relaxed your stance in the doorway further.

"I-I just don't want you to be pulled back into your old life, you know?"

"I won't let that happen. We are far enough away and besides, once Sun is back on his feet, I'll go back to the docks and try again."

"No fooling?"

"Darling, never!" he bent to nuzzel your cheek, "I never said it would be easy. Just trust that I don't want that life if it means I lose you, okay?" He pulled you into an embrace and you welcomed it.

For awhile the two of stood there, holding eachother as the flat settled around you. The creak of the upstairs neighbours' footsteps and the dog down the street starting it's after supper barking. All of it muffled as you gently swayed in the comfort of one another.

"Eclipse?" You whispered, hesitant to break the spell.

"Mhmm?" He answered just as softly, running a hand through your hair.

You closed your eyes and leaned into him further with a sigh, staving off the matter a bit longer.

A siren started somewhere in the distance and you reluctantly pulled back, your eyes finding the spot just above his right shoulder.

"What if you ask Moon?" You felt his gaze shift down to you.

"Moon?" He asked.

You lifted your chin, turning to meet those golden eyes watching you.

"Well, he said doing anything but paperwork would be hard without Sun to watch his back...maybe?" As you trailed off, Eclipse snickered, his voicebox distorting it a little.

"You want me to play detective?" He asked incredulously.

"I-what? Just offer to watch his back!" The red on your cheeks brightened and a huff left your lips as he continued to laugh at your suggestion, "Come on, I'm serious!" You smack his arm and he stifled, just for you, "Clip, if Moon could keep completing cases, the payout would be a lot better and then you and him could get the chips just as fast, with nothing underhanded."

"Darling, I don't know that that's true...It would be interesting, though working with the cops has never been my specialty." He smirks and you run your hands down his arms and back up, his light of his optics brighten and dim with the sensation.

"You wouldn't be working with cops necessarily, he's a Private eye and you just let Moon handle them, eh? You could just keep him safe." You press you lips into a tight line before breaking out into the smile you'd been holding back, "D'you hear any of that?" You murmured.

Your big lug was a wire's width away from purring. Slowing to a stop you lifted a hand to his faceplate, cupping it just in front of his rays. Your thumb brushing over the details on his cheeks. He leaned into your touch, optics shuttered.

"If I say yes, will you come to bed?" He mumbled, tired static in his voice.

"Only if you mean it, trouble." Your feline smirk turned to a gasp of surprise as your feet leave the ground.

"Oh I mean trouble..." he growls, sweeping you up and heading for your shared room, "but fine, I'll ask him tomorrow." He nuzzles you and you can't help but giggle as the bedroom door clicks open, then shut.

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From the 6th of November to the 3rd of December!

In honor of Arcane's first anniversary, we're running a month long fandom event!

Our beloved show is turning one year old! The fandom might have calmed down, but it's still going strong! To celebrate it turning one, and all its magnificent blorbos, we will offer 4 themed weeks for you to create any fan content you want!

Fics, art, from doodles to Gif sets, through cosplay or song playlists, all content is welcome.

Nov 6 - 12 will focus on pre-Arcane canon

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Each week will come with a set of daily prompts you're welcome to use, but all content is accepted. If you want to do your own thing or pair up with another November prompt event, you're welcome to do so!

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goddessofroyalty · 1 year

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Prompt (form fic comment): What if Jayce and Viktor coupled together briefly/sporadically after Viktor leaves and Viktor finds out that he’s pregnant in Zaun? Viktor being less inclined to fight because he’s carrying and maybe Jayce having a suddenly more protective bearing towards the machine herald he can’t explain. Viktor would probably perform surgery on himself but I also enjoy another idea where Viktor himself doesn’t know/no longer thought he was capable and it takes him by surprise. Maybe Viktor shows up to Jayce in Piltover convinced he’s dying and Jayce has to coach him through a birth neither of them know is happening.

I kind of stripped the omegaverse out of this by mistake…

Tags: mpreg, childbirth

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A groan comes from Jayce’s lab. One that strikes a cord in his memories and he knows, if he was as intelligent as people believe he is, should cause him to not approach without backup. It too likely to be a trap or some kind of sick game on Viktor’s part.

He does at least approach cautiously. Staying low and sticking to the outer edge of the lab until he identifies where Viktor is in it.

Viktor is near the center. Collapsed in a chair with his mask abandoned on the bench next to it. His hands hanging to the sides as a pained hissed fills the air.

It could still be a trap.

“What are you doing here Viktor?” Jayce asks. Straightening up as he goes to Viktor’s side. If it is a trap than Viktor can have his cowardly win.

Viktor’s eyes jolt at the words and quickly find Jayce. There is no triumphant glee in them just pain and caution.

“Jayce,” Viktor says, his voice weak and rough, “I think I’m dying.”

“I thought your Glorious Evolution was to make that impossible.” What had started as a means to escape his illness had turned into an obsession on Viktor’s part. An attempt to make the perfect body impervious to illness or aging even at the cost of his humanity.

“It was,” Viktor says with a hiss that turns into a groan. His head tipping back as his body tenses. “But this pain – it is so much and I cannot find the source.”

Jayce doesn’t think for a second of leaving Viktor like this even if it would solve more than a few of his problems.

“Am I allowed to see if I can figure it out?” he asks because he does consider how Viktor will otherwise use it as another crime Jayce committed against him if he does not. And if not for how clearly unfocused he is Jayce would fear a laser to the face if he tried to approach Viktor without explicit permission.

“Why else would I be here?” Viktor snarls. They both choose to ignore the unspoken implication of it – Jayce is the only person Viktor trusts like this. The only person he’s allowed to see him weak and scared.

“I don’t know why you do most of what you do these days.” The Viktor Jayce knew has been a thing of the past for years now.

Viktor doesn’t respond to that. Staring off into the lab as Jayce kneels in front of him and gently parts his shirt so he can see Viktor’s chest better. Removing the guard-plate to reveal not the wires he had expected but flesh littered with scares – evidence of their battles and the surgeries Viktor performed on himself in his quest for a better body.

“Where does it hurt?” Jayce asks as he tries not to let the flesh throw him off guard. What does it matter that Viktor is still warm under his touch?

What does it matter that Jayce didn’t realize it until then despite the two of them having fallen into metaphoric bed with each other too many times over the years despite their claims of being enemies.

“My stomach,” Viktor says. “I fear something has corroded. Ah- fuck-“

Jayce spares the question of what exactly Viktor expected him to do if one of his inventions was corroding inside him? Only a moment before a more terrifying observation hits him. The pains have a pattern to the – intense waves that have Viktor tensing and swearing that give way to only a general discomfort.

“Viktor,” he says, mouth dry. He ignores the tired, sweaty glare it earns him. “I- could you be pregnant?”

The timeline lines up to Jayce’s rough dating of the last time they proved everyone who believed their intelligence wrong and that hate can be so close to lust that you can lose yourself in the heat of battle and find yourself in a battle of tongues not weapons. And Viktor had been hidden for months, something Jayce had taken to mean the Machine Herold was plotting something big.

“What!?” Viktor snaps but his eyes go wide as he likely runs the same evidence Jayce did through. Rage overtaking his expression as he comes to the same hypothesis.

“You did this to me,” he snarls. “Was this the plan all along to incapacitate me with your child? To have me crawling back to you because of them?”

“How the fuck could I have planned this? I assumed you would have taken it all out by now.” It would make sense – those organs served little purpose overall. And Viktor had gotten so good at shedding anything he thought he didn’t need anymore.

“Of course you did. Because that is what would be most convenient for you!”

Another wave of pain comes to end Viktor’s scathing judgement.

Another contraction.

And yelling at each other really isn’t helping the situation.

“Please just tell me you haven’t modified yourself down there too much.” Who knows if the baby is going to be able to come out the usual way if Viktor has gone at modifying it with the same zeal he did everything else. And Jayce really doesn’t want to have to learn how to perform a c-section right now.

“Why don’t you tell me? You were the last one down there?”

It had felt achingly familiar when they had apparently conceived this child. So much like before things went to shit and they found themselves on different sides of the battleground. Like a memory haunting Jayce’s dreams.

“I wasn’t exactly paying attention at the time.”

The huff Viktor gives at it is filled with disgust and judgement.

“No,” Viktor says after a moment of judgmental silence. “I have not modified down there.”

“Okay.” So it’s just getting a baby out the normal way then. A field of medicine neither of them could exactly claim expertise in. “I guess we’re having a baby then.”

Viktor hangs his head back and mutters that he shouldn’t have come to Jayce for help.

Somehow that hurts more than any of the barbed words he’s thrown at Jayce over the years.

“I could leave,” Jayce says, which has Viktor’s head snapping back up. Gold eyes staring at him. “Or call a doctor.”

“No. I will not have some Piltite doctor touch me or my modifications.”

But he is fine with Jayce doing exactly that. Jayce who understands enough of the principles Viktor worked on to be able to possibly reverse-engine what he has done to himself.

Viktor lets out a hiss and the arm attached to his back suddenly comes to life. Jayce having to duck as it swings a wide circle around Viktor.

“You’re going to have to turn that thing off,” Jayce says with a nod to it once Viktor seems present again.

Viktor gives a small nod. Grunting as he sits up. Fingers slipping under the armor at the top of his chest, fiddling with something before the arm falls limply down.

Jayce knows he shouldn’t watch. Viktor would hate for his enemy to know how to disable his weapon.

He justifies it as out of concern – merely monitoring the signs of labor. Not that they will change anything.

Viktor grunts as he collapses back against the chair. Eyes scanning the lab lazily.

“Is there somewhere else we can go?” he asks quietly.

Yes, a hospital Jayce wants to reply but he knows better than to.

“Uh, my office I guess.” Jayce doesn’t know how he would even begin to explain if somewhere were to see him with his supposed greatest enemy, who is clearly in pain, making their way through the streets of Piltover towards somewhere like Jayce’s home and not a cell. “The couch is still in there.”

The couch had been there before they had. An old tattered thing that Jayce still couldn’t justify replacing.

Viktor gives him another unimpressed look. Which Jayce is getting a bit sick of if he is being honest. None of this is in his field of knowledge and he would be in every right to just call a doctor to deal with it and return to his actual plans for the night.

It is partially his fault Viktor is in the situation. And he knows better than possibly anyone how much Viktor values his autonomy.

“I suppose it will do,” Viktor says, pushing himself up from the chair with a pained groan.

Jayce wants to help. But he knows it will only be met with bitter words from Viktor.

He moves without thinking when Viktor lets out a hiss and doubles over his stomach. Catching Viktor against his chest and holding him as he groans.

“I will find a way to give you the pain I am feeling,” Viktor promises against Jayce’s chest even as his hands remain bunched in his own clothes and not Jayce’s.

“Of course you will.” If anyone could figure out how to make someone unable to become pregnant experience the pains of labor it would be Viktor.

Eventually the stiffness leaves Viktor’s frame and he leans limp against Jayce.

“I should never have let you fuck me,” Viktor says.

Jayce should never have fucked Viktor. Not once they were enemies and everything became as complicated as it had.

“We cannot change the past.” No matter how many times Jayce wishes he could.

Viktor gives a little snort at it, drawing himself off Jayce to stand almost straight.

“No, we can’t,” he says, staring at Jayce with his new eyes that Jayce still hasn’t learned how to read. “If you do not relocated now your lab will likely end up contaminated.”

It’s probably a weird thing to fixate on but it is so Viktor that somehow it calms Jayce’s nerves. Viktor is strong. Far stronger than most think he is. He will be fine.

Jayce gestures for Viktor to lead the way because he knows where the office is as well as Jayce. Jayce following behind numbly trying not to think of the last time Viktor had been there – the supportive words between them turning into accusatory yelling.

Viktor scans the room when they reach it. Jayce unable but to wonder what is going through his head at it.

“We should probably get you undressed.” Don’t want clothes getting in the way of the baby coming out.

Viktor once again gives him a glare at it before hissing. Bracing against the armrest of the couch as he rides through the contraction.

“That is probably wise,” he admits once the pains have passed.

Jayce stands frozen in place until Viktor raises an eyebrow at him.

“Uh- do you want help?” Jayce doesn’t know if his help or touch is wanted or would be appreciated. Has a voice in his head that, with an undercity accent, says he’s helped enough by getting Viktor pregnant in the first place.

He almost backtracks when Viktor glares at him again before slumping.

“If you would,” Viktor mutters.

“Of course.”

Viktor undoes his pants himself, pushing them down his legs where Jayce helps tugs them off.

This close in the well-lit office Jayce can see the details of Viktor’s work on himself. Can see where the metal connects to flesh and the glow of the Hex-tech Viktor has used to power it all. Can see the parts still cobbled together into something that merely works and what parts have been refined into a more efficient design.

“If you are done trying to find my weaknesses.”

“I wasn’t-“ Jayce defends, looking up to meet Viktor’s assessing gaze.

“I don’t want to listen to your excuses,” Viktor says. “Help me get into a better position.”

That apparently just means letting Viktor brace against him as Viktor settles onto the couch, sitting up against the armrest with the cushions shoved under his hips.

“I think I have some medical gloves in the lab,” Jayce says because that’s surely something they should have if this is going to happen. This certainly not what he had in mind that he would be using them for when he first got them.”

“No time,” Viktor says.

“What do you mean?” He’s pretty sure Viktor said no time which means this is happening even faster than he thought it would.

“I said no fucking time,” Viktor hisses before letting out a pained whimper. “Ngh- it hurts.”

“I- shit- okay,” Jayce says, moving to sit on his knees next to the couch. “You just got to keep breathing. Just focus on your breathing.”

He doesn’t need Viktor’s laughter to know how ridiculous he sounds. But this is hardly something he has the most experience with and he’s trying here!

“I am breathing just fine,” Viktor says, because his is proud of his mechanical lungs. “Perhaps you should worry more about your flesh lungs. You cannot seem to catch your breath.”

“This isn’t exactly a situation I have had to deal with before.” And that was just having to help someone birth without adding in that it is his former lover, current enemy, and sometimes fuck-buddy.

“It is not something I have done before either,” Viktor reminds. His head falling back as he lets out another pained grunt.

Viktor sits up after the contraction passes. One of his hands reaching between his legs as the other awkwardly keeps himself balanced.

Jayce watches not knowing what he can do to help or even if he would be wanted.

“They are right there,” Viktor says as he pulls his hand away, letting it drop on the couch.

It takes a second for Jayce to realize what the words mean. Another to realize what it means Viktor must have felt.

“Was it weird to feel?” Jayce asks before he can stop himself.

The look Viktor gives him is unimpressed.

“I regularly perform surgery on myself. I have replaced my own organs.”

“But that’s different.” That’s Viktor consciously making changes to himself. Not feeling an unplanned baby’s head between his thighs.

“It is,” Viktor concedes as his face pulls taught again and he lets out a guttural pained sound before panting. “But not that much.”

Viktor looks at Jayce with pain-filled, desperate eyes. Sweat coating his brow.

He looks like he did back when he was dying. As their options had dried up before them and Viktor decided to go down the dangerous path he did under Jayce’s nose. Saving himself at the cost of his humanity and their partnership.

This isn’t as dire, Jayce reminds himself. And he will stay by Viktor’s side as long as Viktor allows it.

Viktor lets out another pained noise and he reaches between his legs again before letting out a curse.

“I need-“ Viktor starts before gritting his teeth with a groan.

“What do you need?” Jayce asks. Sitting closer to Viktor but not daring to touch him.

“Something to wrap them in,” Viktor manages to get out.

“I’ll-“ Jayce starts, only to be grabbed by his collar and pulled close by Viktor.

“I will find a way to make you feel this pain,” Viktor promises again. Even more determined than the last time.

Jayce will have to be extra careful not to become the Machine Herald’s captive going forward.

“I need to get something to wrap them in,” Jayce reminds when Viktor’s grip doesn’t let him go.

Viktor twists away as his hand drops from Jayce’s collar.

“I will be right back,” Jayce promises.

He’s pretty sure he hears a quiet hurry escape Viktor as he leaves.

Jayce doesn’t dare go far. Still listening for any sign Viktor needs him back urgently as he tries to find something suitable and clean to wrap the baby in. Wrap his baby, who is currently being born in his office, in.

He can panic about it later.

He settles on a coat of his that had been recently dry cleaned after wine had been spilled on it at an event. Hopefully that means it is clean enough.

When he returns to Viktor it is clear his former partner is in pain. His hand gripping onto the couch actively crushing it with his enhanced strength as his spine curls in a way Jayce would never have thought it capable of.

“I will kill you for this,” Viktor promises. “But first I will make you feel this pain I am in. For what you have done to me.”

“If I had of known this would happen I wouldn’t have done it.” He doesn’t want to be here anymore than he’s sure Viktor does.

Jayce expects a rebuttal.

Instead he only hears a pained whine.

“Vik?”

Viktor’s teeth are clenched when Jayce looks up to him for some guidance on what he should do.

“Don’t just stand there, catch them!” Viktor snarls.

“I- right.”

It’s weirdly awkward to do, catching his child and wrapping the tiny baby in the coat. Jayce is sure it is something that is going to haunt his dreams for years. He tries not to think about how much worse it is from Viktor’s perspective.

“It’s a girl,” Jayce manages, handing the bundled newborn over to Viktor who takes her with too cautious arms and unsure, tired eyes.

It’s a picture Jayce used to think about when they were partners. Always something for the far future – one day creating a family with Viktor and all that came with it. Creating life together like they had their inventions. A mini them that he had hoped would take after Viktor’s smarts and smile.

It’s a picture he had tried not to think about after Viktor went to Zaun and the Machine Herald born. Just another part of their partnership abandoned.

If he told himself even a week ago it’s a picture he would live to see he wouldn’t believe it. Their relationship too broken.

“Are you going to take her?” Jayce isn’t so foolish to believe this will fix things between them. And he doesn’t have it in him to chase Viktor down to tear his child from his arms. Not unless there really was no humanity left in his former partner.

“I-“ Viktor starts, watching their daughter instead of meeting Jayce’s eyes. He slumps back with a wince and a groan. “I am in too much pain to, uh, to think about going anywhere.”

“Of course,” Jayce says. Viktor looks exhausted. Not as bad as he had after some of their battles but it is a lot further for him to drag himself back to Zaun from here, especially without any of his supporters.

This is hardly the best place for him to rest.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Jayce doesn’t exactly know where he could take Viktor. Nor how he would get both him and a baby there.

“This is fine,” Viktor says, shifting painfully so he is more fully on the couch itself. Jayce doesn’t dare think about the fluids it must be soaked in other than that it will need to be disposed of now. “I have slept in worse places before.”

So has Jayce but that doesn’t stop a part of him from feeling like it is his failure that Viktor has to.

He looks around to find the blanket he uses when he sleeps on the couch after working too late, covering Viktor’s legs in it before going to leave.

He’ll sleep in the lab. In case Viktor gets any ideas about stealing something when he leaves. Not because he might need Jayce in the night.

“Jayce,” Viktor says and Jayce stops dead in his tracks. When he turns around Viktor refuses to meet his eyes instead staring down at their child. “Eh, it does not matter. You can go.”

Jayce nods but can’t actually bring himself to leave.

“If I sleep here will I wake up to your claw aimed at my face?”

The sound Viktor makes at the question is similar to a laugh.

“No you will not,” Viktor says with a small shake of his head. “I do not think I could reach to reconnect it.”

Jayce almost offers to do it for him before he remembers how dangerous Viktor is with it.

“I do not want your help either,” Viktor says apparently knowing what Jayce was thinking. “For all your so-claimed intelligent you have no survival instinct. That has been stubbornly true of you since I first met you.”

Jayce rolls his eyes at it rather than taking the bait. He, at least, is too tired to argue.

“Go to sleep,” he says as he tries to get himself comfortable on the floor. It might not be the worst place he’s slept but it’s still a far cry from his bed.

Viktor gives an unimpressed huff. But when no snarky comment follows Jayce figures he must have listened. Or exhaustion finally got to him.

As Jayce goes to sleep himself he wonders if Viktor will still be there when he wakes up.

#Arcane #Jayvik #jayce arcane #Viktor Arcane #jayce x viktor #mpreg #Arcane mpreg #Prompt fill #Prompt fic #I accidently a ficlet #childbirth #tw childbirth

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you know how last week @snowflakechallenge had us make a list of fandom stuff we'd like to see happen? well yesterday it was "create a fanwork" and

here's my take on "Machine Herald deals with Naph coming down with a cough", untitled little genfic that'll probably need editing later (also if someone else still wants to spin their own take on that prompt please please please please do so?)

Naph interrupts his work to cough into his sleeve. Again.

Everyone down there coughs now and then; it's a fact of life in Zaun. Everyone, even the chembarons who use breathing masks like the pilties they've all but became. The only exception is those who have entirely replaced their respiratory system as a last resort--being the only one to offer such services, the Machine Herald is well-aware of the fact, and there are not many of them. The air is cleaner now than it's been up to a decade ago, thanks to filters more performants, more numerous, better maintained. At least, the air less aggressive than it was, but it's still a far shout from clean. Infections are still common even if thankfully outright Sump Rot and Lung Blight are on the decrease.

Still. With Naph today it's happened already too much in too little time. More than the boy usually does. A persistent cough, coupled with glassy eyes and a slight slowness in his work... Viktor fires up a thermal sensor and checks: and there's a moderate fever. A minor infection then; no need to fret.

As he's suppressed his fear response he does not worry anyway, whatever the situation, only takes in facts and acts on them. But even if he still could worry there would be no cause here and now.

Naph tries to hide the affliction, of course. That's children of Zaun for you. They learn very young, way too young, to hide weakness. When asking for help goes unanswered, you rely on ourself only. Naph is no different. Viktor himself, so long ago, wasn't either. It doesn't mean that they should keep on that way.

Why does Viktor care about this one more than others? He cares about the nebulous concept of "the children of Zaun should live in better conditions". What makes this one different is that he's not afraid of him. Well... back when they first met he was afraid of The Machine Herald but willing to see for himself the rumors' basis and to learn more. And also, to get rid of his fear when it impeded him. Clever boy. That was a good start. Naph came back time and again. He does want to learn. And so... Viktor admits that he got used to his presence. Having no emotions he can't say that he enjoys sharing knowledge and encouraging learning. But it's logical to want to form apt minds to do the good work.

Also, he's built a sense of familiarity out of Naph. Even though he's only one out of many street urchins. Having no emotions, again, he's not afraid he'll die, he would not be upset should he die. Not more upset than at any other failure--every and any preventable death is a failure. So why would this one be worse? ...maybe because of the personal investment he's been making in his education, should it go to waste.

Still. This cough. It's not nothing but it's not dire. And it still needs adressing.

When Naph coughs again, Viktor puts a stop on whatever he was doing. "That's it. No workshop for you today." "What! But..." "I won't have you coughing all over this prototype, spray particules on delicate circuitry and mess up soldering whenever a fit interrupts you."

One could hold up a finger from any hand to emphasize a point and of course The Machine Herald does so with his freakng Hexclaw from extra emphasis. That's final.

Naph does not want to be sent home, that's obvious. Viktor never asked what home was for the boy, if home existed at all, if anyone will take care of him there. Naph is also afraid of being confined to bed, deemed uselss. Neither will happen. Viktor put a stop on the working and even the learning but prefers to keep him close as long as needed.

The bits he was tinkering with are swept away and replaced byt a hot drink--not sweetmilk this time but some nasty tea, heaped with honey that doesn't entirely mask its bitterness. A cold compress os offered--fever is the body's natural response against illness--Viktor is no medical doctor but opines it's better to let it run its course and to suppress it only if too high or gets too uncomfortable. There is no use in feeling crappy if one can help it after all, there's no glory in suffering--after all he offers time and again to anyone wulling to evolve past the possibilities of suffering!

So Naph has to rest even if he doesn't take well the idea of staying idle under his mentor's watchful eye. On different circumstances he would gladly take the oportunity to slack off... if there were no immediate consequences at least. But letting down The Machine Herald by not being up to... whatever expectations he had? There is no expectation on you, at least not today, except for you to get better. And that's out of your hands anyway. Defeated, Naph agrees he won't be able to do anything too hard. Light reading it is then, something that even looks merely recreational--yet Viktor assures him that no no there are history and life lessons in it and swears it is educational. That it's not slacking off.

Naph won't even ask how comes The Machine Herald ever got less-educational reading materials in the first place. After making faces at his tea however he finds the never to ask, "And so, you won't give a copper head for that?" "I won't." He will not give him even wire mesh lungs. At least not yet. Hopefully never. As he did on himself to replace his own failing lungs back in the days. Luckily Naph shouldn't need that. This is only a cold. And sure chest colds can get nasty, but it's not chem lung. (Not yet.) And even if, caught early there are ways to slow the progress down, and when it's progressed too far, to graft replacements. But with more luck, by the time Naph grows up chem lung won't even happen anymore?

"Now, we've had this conversation already and we can have it again when you're better ('cause he will get better--the odds are all in his favour) if you want me to give you copper-plated cranial augments..." Naph snorts, laughs, coughs again and laughs some more and manages to cut Viktor's speech short.

#arcane #league of legends #machine herald #naph #snowflakechallenge2024 #help i am TERRIFIED of posting stuff for big BIG fandoms #do it anyway

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