CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

Please I need the Vi fluff omg nooooooo

I’m working on it! I promise. Sorry I haven’t gotten the fic out yet, I started a new job and some personal things have come up, so my writing lately has just been slow and terrible. I don’t want to just push out a half-assed fic. Hopefully I’ll have it out this weekend or early next week!

Character x reader won! Currently writing a little Viktor x m!reader for everyone, should be out soon! I’m flying today so expect it this weekend. And if you have any character requests feel free to ask!

Shimmer-Filled Dreams

➼ Sorry that this took forever! I got busy and lost motivation, I can’t promise a consistent posting schedule. Truly I’ll write then when I feel I inspired to. When I was trying to force myself to write it all came out terribly

➼ This is more a pilot chapter for the series, establishing some background context that will be important later on

➼ Tbh I might change the title since I’m bad at naming things. But with all that said, enjoy!

His dream of going to the Academy to be something more dashed in a mere few moments. He had been 19, his parents scraping up enough money to buy a used Academy uniform. Viktor had never been happier, had never hugged his parents tighter. His dreams were going to be realized! That entire morning was spent obssessing over getting all the wrinkles out of the clothing, making sure his hair was presentable, and fixing up his sorry excuse for a cane. He was going to sneak into the Academy, and by the time they even realized he was going to be doing so well there that they wouldn't be able to kick him out. It was genuis and it was going to work. It had to.

He made it to Piltover, strolled in through the Academy doors...only to have everyone look at him. An enforcer just a few feet in front of him, their cold, uncaring eyes trained on him. "Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” their voice rang out. His heart dropped to his shoes. How could they have known? So soon? He looked the part. There were so many people here, how was he picked apart from the crowd? It didn’t make any sense. From behind the enforcer he could see someone. Professor Heimerdinger. Yes! Okay, all wasn’t lost. The professor would see this and step in, surely he would. Silently he pleaded with him, his voice caught in his throat. The professor looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Now all he has to do was speak up. So close! Instead his gaze was then cast to the floor, walking off to wherever his original destination was. He didn’t help. He didn’t say anything. Viktor was snapped out of it by the enforcer grabbing his arm, starting to tug him outside. There was no use fighting it. He walked along with the enforcer, being pulled a bit to try and keep up despite doing his best with his cane and his leg. He was only let go once they were over the bridge that separated Piltover and the Undercity, not given a second glance as they walked back to their original post.

Viktor wasn’t one to cry, he simply stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. How could he go back home? His parents sacrificed so much for him to get this opportunity. Without even getting to open his mouth in the Academy he had failed them. No, he couldn’t go back home. The disappointment on their faces alone would be enough to slaughter him where he stood. He was on his own now, he’d figure it out. He always did. With some difficulty he made himself start walking. Where? He wasn’t sure. But moving forward seemed a lot better than standing right beside the bridge like an idiot. His eyes were cast down at the ground before him as he moved, until he spied a familiar pair of shoes. Looking up he saw Singed, how long he had been standing there he didn’t know. They hadn’t spoke much since he was younger, since he found out what he was doing to Rio. He ran and never looked back. But he’d spy Singed here and there whenever he was walking around, picking up materials and whatnot. Sometimes they’d have a short conversation, but he never came back to help him with his work. He couldn’t. All he could see was Rio’s face whenever he passed the general area of his lab. Or house really. A combination of the two.

“An Academy uniform,” he observed “did you get in like you had always wanted?” When they had been working together, even from a young age, Viktor would always talk about wanting to go to the Academy. Seems he never lost that dream. Or perhaps he just had. “I..I tried. They found out I wasn’t supposed to be there as soon as I walked in and they escorted me out of Piltover.” His face was hard to read, as usual. But he gave a slow, solemn nod. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I remember how much you wanted to go. And after everything your parents told anyone who would listen.” That caught his attention. His eyes widening slightly, a slight mix of horror and disbelief written on his face. “What have they been saying?” Singed knew he had his attention now. Perfect. “How they were so proud of you for seizing your dreams. That they couldn’t wait to see what success you’ll grow into. That they always knew you would amount to something greater than they could ever imagine. But you getting kicked out? Oh..it would break their hearts. It really seems like they’re depending on you, Viktor.”

If his heart was in his shoes before, it was in hell now. This confirmed it. He couldn’t go back. Sure he had always known his parents expected good things from him, but the gravity of it all was finally hitting him now that it was all crashing down around him in a fiery blaze. “I can’t go back home.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to Singed or to himself. Maybe he wasn’t talking to anyone. But Singed was listening. “Do you have a place to stay?” He asked, already knowing the answer before Viktor slowly shook his head. He gestured towards the Undercity. “Come with me. I have someone I’d like you to meet. He may be able to help with your situation. Give you a place to stay and a purpose. That’s what he did for me.” A bit of an exaggeration there, but if it works it works. Viktor slowly followed after him to the old cannery, wondering who this man could be. Singed worked for him? He didn’t think that he’d work for anyone other than himself. He didn’t seem the type to like taking orders. Then again, people did what they had to do to survive. Anything to keep food on the table. He was lead down a long hallway to an elevator, stepping on before it began its decent. Down, down, down. It was dark for a while. Then suddenly there were windows..into the water. Various fish passed by in blurs, he wasn’t sure how deep down they were at this point.

When the elevator finally stopped and Viktor stepped out, he saw a lab. Pretty fitting for Singed. His eyes were immediately drawn to a purple liquid filling multiple test tubes. Shimmer. Rio. He wasn’t surprised that this was what he was hired to do. Or perhaps he was ‘working’ for this mystery man against his will. That was a common occurrence here. Other than the lab equipment, the place seemed barren. “You know if you wanted to kill me, there were closer locations for that.” He said flatly. This had to be some sort of set up, an unnecessary one if that truly was his goal. He wasn’t exactly a hard target to kill. Either way Viktor’s free hand rested on his hip, on the handle of the knife he had hidden in his waistband. Yes, he had been going to Piltover, somewhere with a low crime rate. But old habits die hard.

“You’re more useful to me alive.” A voice rang out from ahead. As if that was any reassurance. His eyes looked towards the source of the voice, a chair he hadn’t taken note of before spinning around. Revealing the man he must have been meeting. Two mismatched eyes met his own, one blue and the other black and yellow. Scarring covering the clearly damaged eye, but it didn’t seem..real. His skin was too even for that to be real. He was hiding behind makeup to cover up whatever scar caused the damage to his eye. “And who are you? A James Bond villain?” His hand tightened around the handle. If he was going down, it wouldn’t be without a fight. “Your new boss, Viktor.” He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I’ve had the doctor here tell me a great deal about his former pupil. How he saw potential in him. And now I’m here to offer him a job and a place to stay.” Talk about too good to be true. Viktor eyed the man and Singed, who simply nodded. “I could use another mind to help me with perfecting shimmer. You’ve already seen how it’s made. You’ve helped me before, Viktor. Think about what we could do with something as potent as shimmer.”

It wasn’t a good option. Fuck, it was hardly an option. This seemed more like cornering a scared animal in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” He finally asked, hand falling from his blade and back down to his side. What other choice did he have? It was this or the streets. “Silco. Now, you have work to do.”

About five years had passed. The shimmer was finally ready, the side effects stabilizing. Viktor had a small room in the underground laboratory that he seldom rested in, too focused on his work in making shimmer usable. There was potential there, if used right shimmer could save. That was what he was focusing on, the healing elements. This could improve lives, truly. But he knew it could also take them. That was clear enough with the trails Singed put whatever animal he grabbed off the street through. Mainly rats. They just shouldn’t have gone for the cheese in that obvious cage. He didn’t take part of this trials, administering or watching. Viktor’s roll was to simply read the observations and adjust the formula for the next batch of shimmer based on that. Maybe the shimmer would have been done sooner if he oversaw the trials, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. With each animal he put in that glass cage he could only see Rio. It made him feel small all over again, a feeling he hated.

Almost as much as he hated feeling the ground underneath him shake and see blue smoke blow up in the sky. He had run out to the lanes to pick up a few odds and ends he needed for his work. Seems he made the right choice. The cannery was going up in flames. Panic surged in his chest, with each blink his world altering. One moment it was the cannery. The next, a small house that had been turned to ash. Blink. Blink. Blink. He clutched his cane tighter and hurried towards the fiery mess. All his notes. His work. Gone up in flames. Save for the journal he was carrying in his worn-to-hell messenger bag. As he was doing his best to race towards the burning building he saw figures walking towards him calmly. Or, well, mostly calm. Save for a little girl with blue hair in Silco’s arms, clutching onto him like a lifeline. A goon whose name he couldn’t be bothered to remember holding an unconscious Sevika.

“What the hell happened!?” He nearly shouted, utterly confused and honestly angry that any of this was even happening. Silco didn’t bother with an explanation, walking past him and in the direction of the Lanes. “I’ve seen your tinkering. Sevika will need a prosthetic arm. You will work on that while Singed starts up shimmer production.” He was left little choice but to follow after Silco, the little girl watching him with caution and fear in her eyes. “My lab was just blown up-!”

“My lab, remember?” Silco cut in with a glare out of his good eye. “We will rebuild. I already have the perfect place in mind. And while I work on our new nation of Zaun, you are to help watch over Powder.” That made the girl, Powder, seem to ease up a little. Silco trusted him. He had to be at least alright. Even if Viktor looked like he was just ordered to cut off his own foot and eat it. “I am a scientist, I am not a babysitter. Do I look like the sort of person who knows how to handle children?” Powder shrunk back in Silco’s arms. Seems she was wrong. “Well you’re going to learn, aren’t you? She has a brilliant mind, you two will get along just fine.”

This what, eleven year old? Who was currently shaking like a leaf? He didn’t believe it. Powder pointed towards the burning building, “it..it was an accident..”

She made that happen? Sure explosions weren’t that hard to make. But one of that magnitude? And on accident? She had to have some sort of head on her shoulders to accomplish that. Perhaps babysitting wouldn’t be as tedious as he first thought. “Uhm..well..do you like boats?” He asked, trying to find some sort of topic for a kid. Powder seemed to smile a little. “I prefer sharks. Those best boats.”

“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we? When I get the materials, you build a shark, I’ll build a boat, and we’ll battle them.” That broke her out into a full blown smile despite the tear marks on her cheeks. “You’re on!”

➼ This is more just a little clarifying note since I am paranoid. I’m not shipping Jinx and Viktor in this series. They will be written as basically adoptive siblings. The main romance pairing here is JayVik with possibly some other minor ships in the background. I don’t think anything I wrote would give off the vibe that I was trying to ship Jinx and Viktor, but just in case. I hope you guys liked this! I hope to write more soon <3

How do we feel about some late Valentine’s Day headcanons for the Arcane characters?

OKAY I’m finally home from my little get away! Here’s some fics that are gonna come out in the next few days to get y’all excited:

“Miguel O’Hara headcanons: dating a gn!autistic! reader”

My first request!! Adding onto “Hobie Brown headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader” as well as a little Drabble

Then I’ll be taking a little break from the gn!autistic!reader series and be throwing some full fics out!

I'm writing a request currently and wanted to know if I should switch things up a bit! I use Y/N since I'm not really sure what the other options are. If you vote no tell me what you prefer! I want to make my fics readable for everyone, and I know some people don't like the use of Y/N

Okay so I’m writing the first chapter of the JayVik AU, I should warn y’all it’s gonna be LONG chapters and SEVERAL chapters. Might need to start writing on AO3 too. The only part I’m stuck on is the name and this one conversation I’m having between characters.

I also finally finished arcane. I watched part 3. I am NOT OKAY OH MY FUCKING GOD

ARCANE WRITERS WHEN I CATCH YOU

WHEN I CATCH YOU ARCANE WRITERS

YOUR VI JAIL FIC WAS SO GOOD AND THE HEADCANONS WERE SO SO ACCURATE. :'( IF POSSIBLE, CAN YOU MAKE A P2 TO HOW THEIR LIFE IS OUTSIDE OF PRISON WHEN THEY MAKE IT OUT? or an angst with caitlyn being blackmailed by the warden to only let one prisoner out? :3 said one being vi, and vi having to abandon reader?

Vi Fic: Bye Bye Bun

➼ Aaaah thank you so much! I'm so glad so many people liked the Stillwater headcanons^^ I was afraid my Vi was going to be soooo out of character. I decided to write some angst first >:) if this fic does well or I get another ask I'll also work on life after Stillwater, give you guys some fluff after this

➼ Continuation of Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ No beta we die like Claggor (I'm running out of people who die in the series-)

➼ Warnings: None! Bit of a longer fic for you guys today, enjoy!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

The sound of knuckles meeting hard concrete echoed throughout the cell block, small grunts following close behind. "You know we don't get clean bandages for another two weeks Vi, your knuckles are going to get infected at this rate." you called out. Suddenly the pounding stopped and a small chuckle was heard. "Don't worry about me bun, just trying to blow off some steam," she said, pacing around her cell instead of beating up a wall. "You should really get some sleep. Long day tomorrow"

"No such thing as a short day here." you groaned. Carefully you laid down on the ground of the cell. Vi's was only a few doors down, close enough to talk just above a whisper but way too far away to see each other. Both of you always slept against the walls that faced each other. It was the closest thing to sleeping next to each other in this shithole. Aside from whenever you two napped during free time of course. Even then Vi stayed wide awake to ensure you were okay.

"Goodnight Vi, wake me up if anything happens, okay?" "I will Y/N, I promise"

That was nearly two hours ago. You were sound asleep by now, the cold, hard floor no longer keeping you up. It was something every prisoner in Stillwater had to get used to. Mattresses weren't provided. The few that did get a thin mat to sleep on at night only got one after a lot of medical visits and several notes stating they needed one for medical reasons. You and Vi weren't so lucky to have any notes. Still, there were worse things here. Like the food. That's why any food or snacks that were smuggled in were high value items. Currently you had a packet of chips hidden under a loose brick right where you slept. You scored them a few days ago and wanted to surprise Vi by sharing them tomorrow.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, the clack of heels filling the halls. Caitlyn stopped in front of Vi's sell, her hood still up. "What the hell do you want?" Vi asked, glancing over at the taller woman. "Your help. You beat up an inmate, I needed to question him about a crime scene from yesterday. Why did you break his jaw?" "Because I wanted to." She responded with a small shrug, disinterested in whoever this enforcer was. "Why are you in here?" Caitlyn tried again, looking over the file in her hands. "For my sunny personality." Vi shot back immediately.

Caitlyn shook her head, sighing. "This was a waste of time." she closed the file and her journal, starting to walk off. Maybe she could find away around a broken jaw, pen and paper perhaps. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Give Silco a kiss for me on that winning eye of his." that was what caught the enforcer's attention. Turning around she walked back to Vi's cell, getting a bit closer to the bars. "Silco? The industrialist?" "Hardly what I'd call an industrialist." She scoffed, leaning against the bars. That's when the other woman held up something that caught her eye.

In Caitlyn's journal was a picture of a spray-painted monkey. Just like the ones Powder used to make. "Where did you get this?" Vi asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "My question first. The inmate worked for Silco?" "Everyone in here does. You of all people should know that. Now where did you find that?" "It was at the crime scene, this is evidence" Caitlyn responded. She had the upper hand here now. "If I'm to believe you about Silco, I'm going to need proof."

A way out. Vi could get both of you out of here. "I can provide you proof. Just, not from in here" she gestured to the bars around her. "And," she began to add on "I need another inmate. Inmate 381. I'm not leaving without her." Caitlyn seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she turn and left without a word. What that meant, Vi had no clue.

Caitlyn had ran off back to the warden, forging papers along the way for the release of two inmates. She needed Vi's help to track whoever this person was down, so if someone else had to come along, so be it. As she put the papers down on the warden's desk, he seemed to lazily look over them. "I have orders to release inmates 381 and 516." she spoke up. He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "I can only release one." "What? It says right there-" "I can read. But I'm only releasing one. Pick." "..inmate 516."

So when Caitlyn returned and opened Vi's cell, she immediately ran to your cell. Or at least tried to. The enforcer stopped her a few steps in. "The warden only let me release one of you. You understand that-" "No I don't! This wasn't part of the deal!" Vi went to grab the collar of Caitlyn's dress, the other wrapping her hands around Vi's wrists as she was pressed against the wall. "You will-" "If you try anything I will make sure you're put back behind bars and you never see that other inmate again." Cait rushed out. It wasn't what she wanted to resort to, threats, but it seemed to work.

Almost instantly Vi's grip loosened, slowly setting Caitlyn back down on the ground. Leaving you...

"Once we're done, you let her out. Immediately. No excuses, exceptions, or delays. And I get to say goodbye." Vi demanded. That was fair, anyone could agree to that. Thankfully Caitlyn began nodding, dusting her dress off. "Go ahead then. Afterwards we need to get going to the Undercity."

This was going to hurt.

Vi walked over to your cell, kneeling down at the bars. You were still all curled up, dead asleep. She gently knocked on the bars. "Bun..bun you gotta wake up." That was odd. Vi's voice sounded so close...as you opened up your eyes you saw your girlfriend just on the other side of the bars. There was no quicker way to wake up than seeing your lover free from her cell. "Vi! You escaped! How-" you were cut off by seeing Caitlyn standing behind Vi.

"Who is that?" "Y/N, I can explain." "Vi, who is that!" you were shouting now. You didn't even fully realize it. "She's the one that got me out-" "So now you're going to get me out?" you interrupted. Seeing the pain flash on Vi's face told you everything that you needed to know. "You're leaving me.." your voice was barely audible, but Vi caught every word. She could feel her heart shattering as she saw the tears form in your eyes. "It's only for a little bit. The warden wouldn't let us both out, once I'm done helping Caitlyn we're coming right back for you, I promise."

You wanted to believe her. Vi had never lied to you before, why would she start now? Maybe it was the fear of never seeing her again. Or maybe it had to do with the enforcer standing behind her. Caitlyn was beautiful, you had to admit, so what if...

"No, no this isn't right. Vi you can't leave me here!" you shouted, crawling up to the bars and reaching out to grab Vi's wrist. "Vi you can't leave me! Please don't leave me!" the tears finally began rolling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Vi's own eyes were starting to gloss over with tears. "I'm coming back for you, Y/N. I swear on my life I'm not leaving you. It'll be a few days tops." "What does she," you nodded your head towards Caitlyn "even need help with, huh? What are you going to do for her?"

That cut deep. Vi tried not to take it to heart as she stood up, pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand. "I'm coming back for you." she repeated, steeling herself to actually leave. To not fall to her knees and tell Caitlyn to find someone else. This was your guy's chance of freedom. Even if this hurt you now, it was better in the long run. Everything would be better when you two could be together outside of Stillwater. "Bye bye, bun. I'll be back for you" and with that she turned around and started walking away. Vi knew if she turned around to look at you one last time, she'd never leave.

That's when the shouting started.

"Vi! Vi turn around right now! You can't leave me here!" you were standing up now, having an iron grip on the bars. Almost trying to bend them out of the way so you could run to Vi. Unfortunately you weren't that strong and the bars weren't that weak. "Violet don't leave me!"

Vi quickened her pace, rushing towards the elevator. Your voice was starting to blend with Powder's the day they were separated. It was all too much. She was going to find Powder and come back for you. Everything would be okay, everything would be right. As the elevator doors closed, she heard one last thing. Yours and Powder's voice were nearly indistinguishable from one another as you yelled out:

"TRAITOR!"

I've got an update on some fics! The next one that will be posted will be the Viktor fic from my poll, then I've gotten an amazing request for a continuation of Vi x f!reader at Stillwater! So be prepared for that, it won't be as happy as the first ;)

Hobie Brown headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader

➼These headcanons are based off some struggles I deal with myself as an autistic person, what my friends with autism face, and what i have seen and researched online. Autism is a spectrum and remember that everyone has different needs and levels of support, I just tried to include what i know in this post!

➼ Inspired by @hobie-enthusiast's fic QUIET AND EASE ! If you haven't read it you totally should! His writing is amazing and he has some of the best Hobie fics on here!

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼No warnings here! Contains fluff

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Hobie is in tune with your needs, spidey-sense and all. He's pretty good at being able to predict when you're going to have a meltdown and will throw anyone out of the room to give you some space to calm down and work through it

Has ear defenders or headphones on him at all times and spare sets around his flat just for you

If you let him/want him to he will totally paint them for you, whatever you want

New safe food? He's stocked up like he's preparing for a blizzard

Never pressures you to try new foods or to 'get out of your comfort zone', but will encourage you if that is what you want

Safe food turned against you? He's boycotting it with you

"Luv I ain't ev'n like [food]"

Has invested in several weighted blankets of various weights

If you have sensory issues with clothing (tags, hate the feel of certain material, etc) but still want to steal his clothes, he will happily modify your favorite pieces of his so you can wear it. Hell, his whole closet even

Despite hating consistancy, he knows how important routine is to you and will throw that belief away in a heartbeat (just for you though)

Helps you with transitions, like giving ten minute warnings before you two go out, getting you a nice fluffy robe to make getting out of the shower easier, or writing out what you're doing for the day and when so you can mentally prepare yourelf

Will listen for hours about your special interest, even if you think he wouldn't care or like it. Hello Kitty? He's listening. Enbalming methods from the 1800's? Doesn't matter, you have his full attention and loves learning about whatever you love

If you're non-verbal, selectivly mute, or low-verbal, he finds other ways to help you communicate. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable and heard. 'Yes/No' buttons? You've got them. Flash cards with your needs? Got it on a clip and all so you can carry it around easier, and he helps you decorate them. Signing? Hobie's learning BSL now so he can understand you (and honestly loves signing with you)

Hobie has a huge fidget toy collection that you're welcome to take from at any time, no questions asked

New hyperfixation? He'll get you what you need to do it. Embroidary? He's already got needles and thread, you can practice on his clothes. Same with sewing, he'll teach you if you want. A new video game? He borrows the console needed just for you

He knows that he can get a little loud, especially when going out as spiderpunk. Hobie's mindful to keep his voice down around you and will remind anyone else if they're getting too loud

A/N: Might end up adding more to this in the future! Just wanted to finally post something and it's 4 am-