#au arcane

[stungjinx]

Knight!Jinx and Princess!reader.....

I'd imagine she'd be so obsessed, like she would be shoving other knights out the way at the chance of holding your hand, guiding you down the steps into the throne room. Just to get your divine attention, anything.

✷ sypnosis: knight!jinx and princess!reader headcannons!

cw. medieval royalty au. knight!jinx. princess!reader. forbidden love. childhood friends to lovers. yearning. angst. jealous!jinx. vague teasing. knight!sevika mentions. fluff and smut. mentions of tribbing and cunnilingus.

. nsfw content! men dni. 1.5k wc.

⋆ knight!jinx who has had a thing for you since you were both children. granted, your royal parents weren’t exactly ecstatic over you bonding with a girl of lower class with no ties to aristocracy, so you and your insistent blue-haired friend had to compromise. she found a rather pretty and peaceful spot beneath a large willow tree by a lake so that the two of you could spent time together, free from the nagging of those who constantly doted on you within castle walls.

⋆ princess!reader who secretly replicated jinx’s (previously, powder’s) feelings, but you couldn’t be so forthright with your affections as she could be. you didn’t have the freedom that she had, but felt ungrateful whenever you expressed that. you had everything, and your friend wasn’t so well off, but you were still envious of the liberty that she possessed. though, jinx always had a way of making you feel as if you did. she had a natural freedom about her that made you want to trust every soothing word that she offered you about your supposed predicament when it came to your emotions.

⋆ knight!jinx who after continuously observing your inner turmoil about your fondness for her, decided that it had to be herself who would bring you out of your shell. it wasn’t too difficult to get herself on the path to knighthood, as she was already somewhat experienced in battle, or at-least fighting with random commoners on the streets. she wasn’t royalty, and didn’t know of any other ways to be close to you that fitted her like knighthood did. after you had consistently put in subtle words to benefit her to your parents and other esteemed lords, ladies and knights, jinx was trained in basic court etiquette for a little while, which she begrudgingly trudged through until she became a squire to a courtly knight named sevika.

⋆ princess!reader who found a charming sort of entertainment in watching jinx squire for dame sevika, and your feelings for jinx began to grow while observing jinx’s determination to be close to you, even though she detests court life. you looked forward to when jinx would sneak up to your chambers during the night, she seemingly never ran out of the words to describe how much she wishes she could hold you during daylight—compared to her usual mischievous and daring nature, jinx was a romantic, even if she grew bashful when you mentioned it. you can tell that she sometimes grows upset by the secretive nature of your developing bond, as do you, but there simply isn’t a way around it. if you were to inform your parents on your longing for jinx, they would force you to marry as soon as possible. even if it is painful, it is truly better this way, for the both of you.

⋆ knight!jinx who delighted in irritating sevika, it was clear that she easily got on the older women’s nerves, and continued in her endeavours once she spotted you attempting not to laugh while you sat beside your mother and father in the throne room; anything to gain your affections, even while around others. although, amidst the jokes and silly behaviour, jinx kept her sights set firmly on her goal, and at the end of the day, she did make a good enough squire for dame sevika, and was eventually knighted.

⋆ princess!reader who knighted jinx personally before the court. it felt so intimate that you momentarily shared jinx’s careless sentiments, and the lords and ladies spectating the exchange no longer mattered to you. while you held the sword in your palm, delicately placing the steel against jinx’s armoured shoulder, before repeating the action on her other, the blue-haired girl beneath you could not look anywhere else apart from your eyes. her gaze sprouted a girlish shyness within you, but you held strong and didn’t look away, wanting to share this moment with her in all of its glory. your voice was smooth and sure when you officially proclaimed her as a knight, and during the evening feast of celebration, jinx was offered numerous congratulations from members of the court, as-well as dame sevika, who seemed rather proud of her previous squire.

⋆ knight!jinx who couldn’t wait for the feast to be over, even if it was held in her honour. she had no interest in gaining the favour of the lords and ladies of the court, she only needed yours. that’s why she impatiently waited until the halls were cleared of guests and you were safe and sound in your bedchambers before she invited herself in, admiring you quietly as you took down your hair, brushing through the strands delicately before noticing jinx standing by the door. “congratulations on your knighthood,” you spoke softly, standing from your vanity and making your way over to her. when you brushed her blue bangs from her face to see her pretty features better, jinx’s heart warmed at your close proximity and affection, and all of the building emotions from the years spent in your presence finally boiled over.

⋆ princess!reader who invited jinx into her bed without any objections. jinx was right where she intended to be after her time of knighthood training; beside you. you leisurely stripped her of her armour as she gently undressed you of your pretty nightgown, and suddenly, the space of your chambers seemed warmer with every piece of armour that you undid. your cheeks were flushed, overwhelmed by the forbidden nature of your togetherness while jinx had a dazed look in her eyes as she stared at you, as if attempting to restrain herself from pouncing on you. that night as you lay together, confined in the confidentiality of your bedchamber, jinx had you on your back for a while as she positioned herself comfortably between your legs, needily lapping up your slickness with hums and sighs of gratification as if she’s tasting something straight from the heavens, and to her, that’s exactly what you are. in tribute to her new status, you flipped her on her back beneath you, trailing kisses down her body, stopping every now and again to leave small love marks across her smooth skin before returning her favour. after that, you spent most of the night situated between each others legs, your wetness connected while you moved your hips together in a pleasing rhythm, getting off on the feeling of each other after so long.

⋆ knight!jinx who only grew more jealous and protective after she was anointed her knighthood, revelling in your closeness now that she was able to freely enjoy your presence in public. the difference in your status is still not exactly ideal, but much better than before. jinx can protect and entertain you during the day, and when night comes, you always welcome her into your chambers to charm each other in much more intimate ways after long and tiring days of pathetic attempts at nonchalance while jinx stood slightly closer to her princess than accepted. jinx tended to grow rather agitated when another knight was set on escorting you around castle grounds, and she found several petty ways to solve this, such as: throwing parts of their armour down into the gardens, muttering made-up rumours about said knights around some particularly gossipy servants, priding herself in her cunningness when they make their way back to high-esteemed aristocrats, leading to the knights suspension, which lands you right back into jinx’s loving arms.

⋆ princess!reader who is fully aware of jinx’s jealousy, and finds it relatively flattering. you’re not interested in courtly matches, and certainly not in any of the mediocre knights that you are presented with, but you’re not exactly opposed to being under the temporary supervision of another knight if it spurs overly protective emotions within jinx. she thinks that you are unaware to her schemes, but you always make sure to spare her a few glances whenever you converse with another knight, noting the way she stares as if she’s attempting to will them from the earth by her glare alone. and of course, as soon as you are seen with a knight that isn’t her, suddenly, the knights belongings are going missing or turning up damaged, or they promptly get into a scandal which forces them away from your proximity, pushing jinx back into your orbit, just as nature intended, according to her. she truly could make an effort to be more subtle, but you’re sure that she simply does not care, and only does what she can in the minimal time that she has to make sure that she remains your number one.

⋆ knight!jinx who leaps at any chance that she can get to touch you. she eagerly grabs onto your hand whenever you walk up and down the castle stairs, step down from a chair or carriage, when your dress covers your shoes and she grows worried that you are going to trip… when you spend your routinely time together during the night, she never takes her hands off you. she believes that since her knighthood has allowed her to be closer to you, that she now has free reign over you whenever she pleases, which wouldn’t fly with other royals, but she soon comes to realise that you prefer to encourage her somewhat possessive behaviour rather than shun it.

. a.n. first of all that artwork is beautiful?????? the hex gem detail on the sword?? im in love look at how pretty she is omg. second of all thank u so much for this suggestion ily for this i hope u like it pookie xo

. permanent taglist! (ask if u wanna be added): @ilovejinx1010 @puppymei-anon

[zoeysdamn]

Rough sketches of the witcher AU nobody asked for, yet I can’t help but simp 😔🤌🏻

[anananas-rf]

I'm really in love with "This Devotion may contain side-effects" since the first page I read!

I love how Viktor only wants to read and be left alone and Vi is chaotic menace and a pain in the ass for his older brother hahaha.

They are adorable 💕

Thanks @owepossum for your creativity, political sense and tenderness.

[sallythehuman-art]

Alternative timeline timebomb

I'm so not over them I'm still listening to Ma Mellieure Ennemie in loop

Other arcane fanarts + timelapse + process pics 🥲⬇️

Link to the other fanarts' posts: Jinx - Lest - Caitvy - Steb

Sketch to lineart to flats

[jellybeanusstuff]

Firelight AU Claggor and Mylo + headcanons :D

Hey yall! I finished my concept drawings of Claggor in the firelight AU! although i’m a mylo enthusiast, im a huge Claggor fan too! So cheers to my fellow Claggor fans! This is for you :D

I compiled all my new headcanons thus far of Firelight Claggor and Mylo in this post. My other headcanons of Mylo are in previous posts and comments in case you wanted more and haven’t checked them out yet :)

I hope y’all enjoy reading because I’ve got a LOONG list. Also, from now on when i say firelight, i mean this is an au where Mylo and Claggor were to survive in the MU.

Firelight Mylo Headcanons

• Mylo puts his creative mind to use and is determined to prove the things he finds aren’t junk. He loves the idea of finding potential, something he wished others had seen in him growing up.

• Inspired by Ekko’s work, he collects scraps and turns them into gadgets or art. (I like to think his art is similar to Dean’s from the Iron Giant) However, his tinkering doesn’t always go smoothly and he fails a lot. This deepens his guilt over how he treated Powder.

• Ekko’s support helps him focus and sharpen his skills. Eventually, he converts a nose hair trimmer he found at his last “job” from S1 into a taser, and crafts a replica with Ekko’s modifications. The tasers stun on contact (suitable and convenient for Mylo, bc he’s aware he’s not the best fighter or shot), and if needed, they can fire plasma beams strong enough to cut through metal. While deadly, Mylo refuses to use them on people unless absolutely necessary (he’s never been one for gore.. it’s too messy for him) Instead, he reserves the plasma beams for nonliving things. The plasma beams are also highly energy demanding and need a lot of time to recharge. Another reason why Mylo doesn’t use it often.

• Physically, he’s built solid muscle, especially in his core and legs, for high-speed hoverboarding. The faster you go, the more control you need.

• He ties his hair up on missions since loose hair and sharp turns don’t mix. But he’s tender-headed (his hair is stubborn, and only wants to point in one direction), so the second he’s home and takes it down, he feels instant relief.

Firelight Claggor Headcanons

• Claggor is a powerhouse, both in mind and muscle. He strategizes with Ekko, fights off Silco’s men, specializes in search and rescue, and maintains the Firelights’ hoverboards.

- Claggor hates when Mylo goes on recon missions by himself or in general. He won’t say it outright, but you can tell by the way he stress eats in private and watches Mylo like a hawk when he returns. He makes sure he is the last to see Mylo set off for work, and the first to meet and check if he’s okay. Losing another family member isn’t an option.

• He’s also developed a passion for smithing, helping build weapons, armor, and parts for Ekko’s inventions.

• Strength-wise, he carries the heaviest gear on missions, fights like a tank, and could crush a skull with his bare hands. Over the years, he’s packed on over 50 pounds of muscle, surpassing even Vander in terms of strength and size. Although, you can tell by his belly he wouldn’t turn down a cupcake.

• The downside is that his size has slowed him down. He can still run and climb, but he wasn’t as agile or quick as he used to be. He can hoverboard but his balance isn’t the best either. So, he prefers fighting on solid ground whenever possible and will rely on Mylo for quick getaways.

Note: I’ve seen a looot of different opinions and takes on Claggor’s body in the Firelight AU and AU, and I wanted my design to be as realistic as possible. As a competitive powerlifter myself, I’ve seen firsthand how exercise can impact people of all body types in powerlifting, bodybuilding, and strongman communities. I also love watching Arnold Strongman competitions and when I look at how Claggor moves and fights in Arcane S1, he reminds me a lot of strongmen and heavyweight powerlifters.

The biggest and strongest athletes aren’t just jacked but they tend to have a higher fat percentage, which helps with stability and sheer power. That’s why I chose to draw Claggor with the atlas stone, bigger muscles, wider frame, and a big belly to really capture that strength. If he had survived I truly believe he would have trained his strength to its fullest potential. Bro is a BEAST

Firelight Mylo & Claggor Headcanons

• Together, Mylo and Claggor are an unstoppable duo. Mylo stuns enemies with his tasers, while Claggor finishes them off. If Claggor is in danger, Mylo swoops in to pull him to safety.

• For fast getaways, Claggor modified Mylo’s hoverboard to fit both of them by adding extensions that can be turned on and off (Mylo steers, Claggor fights) Claggor even tinkered Mylo’s mask with a tracker to monitor his safety.

• They’re fantastic with kids. The kids at the firelight hideout love the two of them! Claggor gives piggyback rides and plays the “big bad villain,” while Mylo takes the kids on hoverboard lessons and playfully tackles them during tag or another chasing game. They love the rush.

• When they argue, they duel. No petty bickering just straight-up fights 💀 It’s usually over stupid stuff, similar to how they argued over the bat in S1. It got so intense once, they almost cut down the tree and Ekko had to step in. Now, they take it elsewhere. (if you have an idea where, lemme know!!!)

- When Mylo has the time after his recon mission, sometimes he flies to Jericho’s to pick up snacks for himself and Claggor, and treats for the kids. Claggor likes to ask Mylo for certain food items or to “just get the usual”

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Those are all my headcanons!! Lemme know what you think and if you have anymore to add :D!! I wanna hear all your thoughts!!

[lisssyyu]

Don't be afraid, I don't pray

PAIRINGS: Monster Hunter!Vi x Half-demon!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It was hard for me to write this because there are a lot of feelings, but no words. In fact, I was trying to portray something like a feeling of compassion, to make many people understand that there are moments in the world when you need to put prejudices aside and look deeper. But in fact, I'm not sure that I succeeded. My thoughts were getting mixed up one after another and I rewrote the text for 3 days, to be honest. Please leave a review with your opinion, it will help me in the future for writing works (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I'm also planning bonus parts with a lot of fluff and maybe even perversions, who knows. ¯⁠\⁠⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠⁠/⁠¯

WARNING(S): AU ;; Hurt/Comfort ;; description of corpse/death ;; anxiety ;; long descriptions ;; grey morality

wc: 8.2k

They say demons did not come from the depths, but from blood. Not from the sky, not from underground fissures, not from other worlds, but from within man himself, from that which cannot be repented.

Their appearance remained a myth for a long time. Legends sang of those who were supposedly born with eyes that reflected crimson sunsets, with voices awakened by the cries of nameless gods. Their descriptions varied: some had skin as black as coal, some as pale as dust, and some whose bodies seemed to consist entirely of mist and claws. But in every legend, one image appeared without fail, one that was not so changeable.

A creature with a human body and wings as heavy as all the sins of the world. They were not decoration, for they trailed behind her, leaving a pungent taste of rust in the air. According to the stories, the fallen feathers burned in the sun and dried in the palms like ashes.

The Bloody Bird. The one who drinks from the heart and leads the Ruby Gaze.

She was everywhere where the slaughter began. She came as a sign. But not a single authentic testimony has survived, not a single voice that saw her up close. Only rhythmic lines repeated in different corners of the world and scratched engravings in which her appearance could only be guessed at by her wings stretched toward the sky and the crimson stripes around her. People kept in their memory a face that none of them seemed to have seen, but everyone knew. And yet none of them wanted to believe that the myth was closer than it seemed.

The half-people, descendants of lost unions, lived far away in the mountains, where the trails were overgrown with moss and snow lay nine months of the year. Their houses clung to the rocks like nests, hidden from the wind and human gaze. Smoke rose in thin wisps from the chimneys, mingling with the fog. No one knew for sure where their lineage came from: some said they were descended from witches who had slept with ancient gods, others that they were descended from people in whom the devil had planted signs. There was too much that was strange about them to call them human, and too much that was human to call them monsters.

They wove amulets from branches, dried roots on ropes by the windows, and counted the days not by the calendar, but by the changing scents in the air. Children were taught to remain silent in front of strangers and to look down, even if they saw death.

But one night, this thin line crumbled like a house of cards in the wind.

You didn't want to kill. But that night, in the darkness of the forest, you met the one whom the half-humans called Lepers — an outcast whose appearance was a reflection of his crimes and defiance. Lepers were those who were ruled by instinct, who broke the ancient rules and were expelled from their communities. Although for the sake of public order, the Marked were killed without further ado, this time something went wrong. He had eyes that changed color in the sun and a spine covered with scales. He would have been a fine fellow if not for the madness in his eyes. You tried to negotiate, to come to a mutual decision, because you didn't want any trouble either, but it all happened too fast: sharp teeth sank into your wing, tearing not only flesh but also common sense. Tearing apart peace and common sense. Your heart was beating like crazy, blood was pulsing through your veins, and your instincts spoke louder than your mind.

In the morning, people found him. A couple of woodcutters stumbled upon the body, which had been torn apart and was bleeding among the roots of an old spruce tree at the edge of the forest. The bones were broken, the joints twisted in the opposite direction, but there was only silence around, scarlet feathers, and a bloody trail disappearing into the depths of the forest. On the same day, the Council summoned the hunters, those who had once been soldiers and were now called upon to fight the creatures from the ancient writings. Among them was Vi.

Vi did not respond immediately, because she remembers what it is like to be a soldier. She stood at the border three times, twice returning without a medal, but with a stitched shoulder and lost relatives. Her father died in the first war, her mother in the second, and her sister burned to death in the third. After her discharge, she disappeared and settled in a small town among the hills, opening a shop where she sold books, dusty figurines, cracked teapots, and words that no one needed. She loved it when silence slowly filled the rooms, like water filling an old jug. She loved dawns without the sound of bugles and tea with honey, bitter to the taste but warm like a forgotten memory. But there are cracks in peaceful life. Rumors of a torn body, of feathers left on the ground, of how the forest suddenly began to seem closer and darker than before. At first, it all seemed to her to be just another village fairy tale. Until one evening, a letter landed on the table in her shop. Yellow parchment, wax seal with the Council's coat of arms, and a line written by the hand of the man who once commanded her platoon: "We need you."

Others were already there. Those who fought for gold, those who hoped to atone for old sins, and even those who could not do otherwise, because war had long since become their breath. And Vi went because she remembered the woman who once stood in the doorway of her shop. She said nothing, only held a bloodstained pendant in her trembling fingers, and on her child's chest was a rough, hastily stitched scar. Vi asked no questions. She just closed the shutters, took a knife from the shelf, and for the first time in many years felt the fire returning to her veins. Now she was the one whose name was mentioned in reports, and whose face was seen by those who were unlucky enough to survive.

The morning was cold and clear, as if woven from frost and fine mist. The light had not yet fully touched the ground, only barely penetrating through the intertwined fir branches, leaving shimmering patterns on the ground. The forest was silent, holding its breath, and it seemed that even the birds had forgotten how to sing. Only somewhere in the distance, bark crackled softly, as if someone were carefully following behind.

Vi moved slowly, almost silently, deftly stepping over roots and crooked boulders. Before her, like a thread leading through a silent mystery, stretched a trail of blood. It was as if someone had fled in panic, carrying their pain deeper and deeper into the thicket.

The blood had seeped into the moss and foliage, darkened by the night's cold, but it was still alive. Vi looked at it with particular attention, with the same intensity with which she had once tracked enemies on the borders, back when she still believed that every step had meaning and every decision could reveal the truth.

The trees closed over her head, dimming the light. It smelled of old resin, damp stone, and snow that still lay in the shade. The space seemed to narrow, turning the forest into a corridor leading not so much to a destination as to a revelation. A heavy feeling grew in her chest, a viscous and inexplicable premonition. She couldn't name it, but she felt that around the next bend there would be something she wasn't ready for.

An oak tree appeared through the branches ahead. Lonely, old, and almost out of place here. At its foot, in the semi-dry grass, lay a figure.

You seemed to blend in with the ground. The morning light slid across your wing, revealing torn flesh, twisted feathers, and a strange metallic sheen in the curves. Blood had already caked in the folds of your clothing, on your fingers, on the grass around you, turning into rusty evidence of what had happened to you. Vi saw the face. Human. Too young to be a monster and too tired to be an enemy. The skin was pale, like frostbitten petals. There was dried blood in the corner of the mouth. One wing was spread out on the ground, the other bent under itself like a broken bird. Vi noticed how you slowly, almost shyly, looked away like a person who had nothing to say in their defence.

She crouched down beside you and reached out her hand, as if wanting to carefully examine your wounds. You were not as you were portrayed in the legends, not a beast or a monster, but something else entirely. There was no malice in your eyes, no flashes of aggression, only weakness and fear. This contradicted everything Vi had learned and believed. On the one hand, duty demanded a ruthless end, to stop your suffering by plunging a knife into your heart. But on the other hand, she was not one to kill based on rumours and fear alone. Not every frightening shadow brings pain, not every distorted legend gives birth to evil.

When she gently touched your wing, you whimpered in pain, and tears filled your eyes. Vi's heart ached with pity, but she did not stop.

"Shh, quiet… it will hurt, but it will be over soon."

You remained silent, your gaze fixed on the ground, while Vi carefully bandaged your torn wing, her eyes involuntarily lingering on the scarlet feathers that shimmered in the morning light like little tongues of flame.

Vi felt an inner conflict flare up within her with renewed force. Memories of her mother, who taught her to be kind even when the world around her seemed cruel and merciless, like a quiet voice in her soul, forced her to restrain herself. She remembered her mother saying,

«Strength is not about breaking others, but about giving hope even to those who seem lost.»

Her heart beat loudly, as if arguing with the cold of the morning forest, each breath bringing the weight of pain and doubt. This vague burden pressed on her chest, reminding her how fragile faith in the light that could break through the darkness was.

In the silence of that moment, it was not the fate of one creature that was being decided, but her own faith in humanity, in the belief that light was still capable of breaking through the darkness. Vi gently pressed her palm against your wing, trying to ease the throbbing pain, her gaze fixed on your face. Cold fear gripped your chest like an icy hand, and your whole body tensed, preparing to defend itself, even though you barely had the strength to breathe. But despite everything, you allowed Vi to heal your wounds, not quite understanding why, but trusting her only this once because of your desperate situation.

"I killed him," you finally say, when the sharp pain subsides, giving way to a throbbing but tolerable discomfort.

There is a moment of silence before Vi asks:

"Why?"

"He wasn't an enemy, but he became one. Madness drove him into a corner, and I couldn't let him destroy others and himself first.

Vi looked at you, and gradually the pieces of the mosaic that had previously seemed scattered and meaningless began to fall into place in her mind. Each fragment: your wound, your voice, your fatigue, and your words took shape, and the picture became clearer. Before her was not a mindless creature from terrifying tales, but a living, complex personality filled with pain and struggle. Legends are born not from truth, but from fear and misunderstanding, turning those who differed from the masses into monsters and enemies.

On the day your paths crossed, it seemed that fate itself was weaving invisible threads to bring you together. Despite the burden of prejudice and the shadows of the past, each of you sought in the other not an enemy, but a reflection of your own pain and hope. Vi saved your life, and in return you offered her the unwavering loyalty you were capable of.

[thats1llyfairy]

ARCANE HEADCANONS

( Mostly Zaun family and AU!Zaun family )

CW: TimeBomb, Romantic!Zaundads, death ( just mentioned ), Silco's trauma is mentioned in the AU!Zaun part,

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Main Universe:

Claggor is the 'flashlight' kid. He gets woken up at five am to help Vander fix things around the Last Drop. They don't speak much during this time but it's their bonding time :)

Mylo was the one that shaved the side of Vi's head as an annoying little prank — but Vi ended up loving it. ( Vander did not, but he's fine with it now )

Claggor likes hugs :)

Mylo is a cat person, Vi is a dog person ( cus... she got that dawg in her ), Pow Pow is a lizard person, Claggor is a either or kinda guy.

Claggor's stutter was worse when he was younger.

Benzo knew Ekko's parents and has been taking care of Ekko since Ekko was three. First was baby-sitting ( Which he kind of hated ), then as his full-time caregiver at five or six.

Benzo isn't as gentle as Vander, so was therefore a little worried that he'd hurt Ekko on accident somehow someway

Most of Claggor's clothes are Vander's hand-me-downs.

Mylo and Vi share a closet ( Vi just doesn't know )

Vi's first word was 'dada'

When she was little, she would call Vander her second dad ( I used to call my Uncle my second dad lol )

Baby Vi also did not like Silco, they've been beefing since Vi could talk actually.

Ekko has only called Benzo 'dad' once before. Ekko had fallen asleep on the floor while working on fixing an old toy car that Claggor had found for him. He woke up to Benzo picking him up to carry him to bed. He snuggled up to Benzo and whispered, "Night, dad.", to which Benzo didn't respond until he laid Ekko in his cot — "G'night, son." Just a quiet whisper that Ekko kept with him for a long, long time.

Benzo stopped smoking after adopting Ekko because one night, he was smoking in the shop with Vander, while Ekko was working on an old watch and he heard a soft little cough from Ekko — immediately stubbed it out and never picked it up again.

Claggor helps out in the bar and knows how to make most of the non-alcoholic drinks.

Vi never officially came out, but Madame Babette once caught Claggor, Vi and Mylo peaking on the women in her brothel. Everyone, kind of, knows?

Vander slicks back Vi's hair for the first time, just being silly but Vi keeps styling it that way. Like her old man.

Claggor had much curlier hair when he was younger... Vander will pretend like he didn't ruffle it every morning because he liked how soft his son’s hair was.

Claggor was a bit clingy the first few months he was with Vander.

Mylo was like a feral animal, aggressive and hissing like a cat whenever someone tried to come near him in that first month he was with the family.

Mylo was the last child Vander adopted.

Benzo got arrested during the riot, but of course, he was let out after Vander strikes a deal with the Enforcers — the first thing Benzo did? Look for Ekko.

Vander and Benzo tease each other about the other "growing soft", but they both know deep down that they're both soft.

Mylo had a small appetite most of the time until he hit ten, then he would just devour anything

No one knows how Mylo gets his hair to stand up...

Ekko had a very filthy mouth as a wee boy ( no thanks to Benzo for that )

Vander was a ring fighter as a hobby, while Sevika did it as a side-job which is where they met. I think their age gap is like seven years and Vander does what Vander does best and decided to adopt her into the group.

Walls are not safe from Powder

Mylo used to climb all over Vander, like a monkey

They used to have a dog that Powder brought home that Vander said he "didn't want" ( he cried when the dog ran away )

AU!Zaun family:

Vander is much more gentle than he is in the main universe. He has no need to fight anymore — he's an old dog now.

Vi's death caused a war, Vander and Silco's relationship ( brotherly or lover-ly, depending on how you see it ) was reignited during that war on Piltover. Vander most likely turned to Silco, desperate and angry after Vi's death ( Benzo didn't approve at first of Silco's return or Vander going back to his ex)

Powder had very little memory of Silco when Vander brought him back home, but she knew him. She just felt it. The first thing she did was hug Silco, as tight as she could.

Benzo and Silco argue like they're an old married couple all the time. Vander has, on many cases, needed to drag the one away from the other to stop their arguments

Vander is still not allowed to touch Silco's neck

Silco despises baths.

Silco has a big ass fish tank in his office that Vander and Benzo built by hand for him.

They actually got family counseling — Benzo was there was support lol

Silco sees himself in Mylo and finds himself being close with him — offering advice, being Mylo's inspiration.

Powder is sick and tired of living with all these men, so when Mylo brought home Gert — Powder was ecstatic to have some kind of sister again

Aunt Sevika is real

Powder and Ekko haven't always been dating but they have always been Powder and Ekko. Pow-Pow and Little Man.

Vander has a row of violets tattooed on his back, just before his neck starts.

Benzo had to learn how to take care of Ekko's hair right and he's... pretty good.

Ekko can do it himself, but he likes it when Benzo does it ( softies... neither will admit it though )

Powder does Vander's hair in the morning

Silco likes pulling Vander's hair to get his attention ( is it because it causes him pain... maybe... )

Ekko has memory problems — like they'll go blank then freak tf out until someone calms him.

Ekko. Just Ekko. I love him.

Physical touch is very grounding for Ekko

Silco is a member of the Council but he... hates the rest of the Council — comes home complaining after every meeting, to which Vander sits and listens. He does talk very fondly about Cassandra and Mel. hates salo so much tho.

Ekko is one of them he/they's

Pow is one of them she/they's

Claggor has a garden out back where they grow most of the food used in the Last Drop

Silco walked into The Last Drop after the war, looked around and decided he was going to redesign some stuff. He would slowly... very slowly... replace things. New chairs? "Oh, yes, the chairs were..". New paint job? "The paint was chipped..."

Vander: "Babe, I'm going to fight a war because my daughter died."

Silco: "Not dressed like that you're not."

Silco's office is sacred, you don't go in there unless you're Vander, Benzo or Powder.

Silco will always win the arguments he has with Benzo, but only because Benzo lets him.

Benzo smokes cigarettes, Vander smokes his pipe and Silco smokes his cigars — they all claim their own form of lung damage is better.

Mylo is pansexual and very desperate. Not pan because he's desperate, he just happens to be both at the same time.

The first person he came out to was Powder, on accident.

Claggor is completely unaware of his handsomeness.

Mylo works at The Last Drop on weekends but is studying at a college in Zaun rather than studying at the Piltover Academy like Ekko and Powder.

Ekko always studies, gets good grades

Powder never studies, gets better grades

Silco is gay, so gay. I can't imagine him with a woman.

Sevika is very fond of all the children ( Mylo and Powder look up to her )

Powder owns a locket ( gifted by Dad 2, aka Silco ) with pictures of her mom and dad in it.

Powder owns a lot of necklaces and rings. She LOVES layering. she diys her accessories — she also likes stealing Silco's old clothes ( Silco loves it )

Vander loves embarrassing his kids in front of potential partners, he's evil like that

Madame Babette no longer owns a brothel and retired instead, though she comes to visit the Last Drop sometimes

Sevika x Grayson anyone...?

Powder was always bringing animals home: birds, lizards, cats, dogs, frogs, fish ( somehow?? ), anything.

Powder cuts her own hair

Powder would've had a dorm in Piltover Academy but Silco said no. He's a bit too protective.

Ekko doesn't either. They can't leave their girl alone 🤷🏿‍♂️

Ekko paints portraits and murals while Powder keeps a very doodle-y and graffiti ish style. Keep spray cans and paint markers away from her

Vander has shirts that Powder was bleached or painted on

Silco has SO much stuff that Powder just decorated for him. He loves it.

^ Sits in Counsil meetings with doodled-on mug.

Claggor has a girlfriend that he's been hiding for like months. His family is a bit too crazy ( it's Sky 😋 )

SKY X CLAGGOR REAL 🥀🥀🥀 ( when they're older btw... )

Mylo was hit HARD by Vi's death, harder than anyone expected. Someone he thought was so strong had died, someone he looked up to.

Sometimes, he wonders if Vi would be proud of him.

ROMANTIC!ZAUN DADS: Silco is in control of their relationship, Vander allows it because he doesn't want Silco to feel like he's powerless again.

Powder pierced Ekko's ear in the bathroom when they were thirteen and Silco was pissed at them ( for doing it wrong ) then showed them how to do it right.

ROMANTIC! ZAUNDADS: Silco is constantly touching Vander as a reminder that this is real. They're safe. They're not dead. They're free. They're together.

Powder made Ekko's earrings

Mylo sucks at reading the time

Ekko. Just Ekko. I love him a lot.

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Ill add more if I have more lol

[midwestbae]

Cait/Vi Christmas fanfic

Modern AU

Art from @chrisfroot

Edit: This is not my fic (or any other fic I have shared, I just love fics. Sorry if you understand something else)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43558839/chapters/109519419