Olivia’s new album has a song named "u + me = <3" which really reminds me of haadler 🩷 i remember u mentioned that they love going to raves but does it also refers to concerts as well ?
Alsoooo i just wanted to tell u that i love Geraldine & heidi. I just love their little friend group 😽🤏🏻 i have this hc in my head that yannick and heidi r still bffs but ill take wtv u say about them!! :D
Ty for all the time & effort u put into this whole series!! I love it sm 🩷🩷
anon 💝 first of all i need to tell you that i have been listening to the song ever since you sent me this ask and it's sooo peak. and then second of all i love you this is sooooooo sweet and ngl it made me a little emotional as it always does when people say they love my ocs :) heidi and geraldine are so dear to me haha and yannick and heidi are 100% still friends later in life.
here have a little something, I hope you like it
my prompts are currently closed as I am working through my backlog, but my ask box remains open for yapping and headcanons :)
-
"-and you remember my ex, you know-" Heidi furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember his name, "Um. Dean. Do you remember him?"
"Yeah," Yannick said, then, "No, wait. Which Dean? Irish Dean or Black Dean?"
"Noooo!" She gestured at him with her eyeshadow brush, shaking her head. "Those were both Daniels. He was the drug dealer."
"Ohhhh, that one." Yannick nodded emphatically.
Luca felt like he was watching a tennis match. Somehow, he randomly felt like Roz would really enjoy this conversation; he was the king of gossip.
Heidi was visiting them for a concert. Luca hadn't even been surprised when he'd learned that Yannick and her were still friends all these years later; they matched each others' energies so well. Like almost everybody had predicted, Heidi had launched her influencer and modeling career right after school. Apparently, the horse girl influencer market was lucrative enough. And then, true to her nature, the second she hadn't enjoyed it anymore, she had stopped and decided to go to university, studying law, eventually graduating summa cum laude.
Which was, in the end, also really on brand for her.
She still did modeling on the side, though.
"Yeah, so, he randomly hit me up on Instagram and asked if I was willing to sell my tickets to him because his new girl is a huge Olivia fan, apparently." She dabbed blush on her cheek while also sipping her drink from the straw.
"Did you block him?" Yannick asked. He, too, was dabbing glitter on his cheekbones.
"I should have." She put down her brush and turned to look at Luca, who felt very starkly reminded of their time at school all of a sudden.
"What?" he asked.
"Are hockey players allowed to wear make-up, too, or will this get you in gay jail?" she asked, raising one eyebrow at him.
"Is my natural beauty not enough for you?" Luca asked.
"His whole team is practically gay jail already," Yannick said at the same time.
"It's legal now, isn't it," she said dryly, then flicked open one of the glitter containers. "Are any of them cute and straight, though?"
"No," Luca said; at the same time Yannick said, "Yes."
Luca pulled a face at him. "Ew, who?"
Yannick ignored him. "You said you wouldn't ever date an athlete. The amount of shit you gave me for constantly dating athletes!"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, it worked out for you in the end!" She gestured between them.
"Who?!" Luca repeated.
"Maybe I'm ready to branch out!"
"From drug dealers and DJs you mean?"
She gave him a wink. "Or maybe I'll try being a lesbian."
"Oh yeah?" Yannick asked, "How's Geraldine doing by the way?"
Luca felt like he had skipped a few steps in the conversation; he was still hung up on who Yannick thought was cute on his team.
"Oh, you bitch." Heidi laughed, and threw a cotton pad at Yannick.
In the wake of Sky’s death, the lab becomes a tomb of memory and metal. Consumed by a grief that his new body can only partially process, Viktor realizes the Hexcore is no longer a tool, but a part of his very biology. Driven by a desperate need to give Sky’s sacrifice meaning, he locks himself away to complete the final stage of his "Glorious Evolution." When the door finally opens, the man Jayce Talis called partner is gone. In his place is something cold, brilliant, and utterly detached. As their paths diverge, Jayce is left to realize that while he was busy trying to save Viktor’s life, he lost Viktor’s soul to the machine.
CW: Chronic Illness, Coughing Blood/Hemoptysis, Terminal Illness/Dying, Medical Neglect (Self-Inflicted).
⚬───────────────✧──────────────⚬
The silence of the midnight lab was broken only by the hungry hum of the Hexcore. Viktor moved with a desperate, feverish speed, his hands trembling as he input the final sequences. He could feel the cold fluid back in his lungs—the illness reclaiming the territory he had stolen.
He didn't just want to walk; he wanted to live.
He stepped into the stabilization field and initiated the full-body integration. The reaction was instantaneous and cataclysmic. It wasn't a gentle glow this time; it was as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning that refused to ground. His back arched, his mouth locked in a silent scream as the violet energy tore through his chest, his arms, his very spine. He was pinned in the air by invisible talons of light, unable to move, unable to breathe.
"Viktor!"
The door slammed open. Sky stood there, a fresh cup of coffee in her hand. The mug shattered against the floor as she saw him. "Viktor! No!"
She didn't think. She didn't calculate. She ran toward the shimmering, violent heart of the storm.
"Sky, stay back!" he tried to roar, but his lungs were filled with ozone.
She reached into the field, her hand catching his. The second her skin touched the hex-energy, the power surged with a blinding, white-hot intensity. The Arcane didn't just pass through her; it consumed her. The light was so bright it turned the world into a void of pure screaming energy.
Then, the floor rushed up to meet him.
The lab was deathly silent, save for the cooling hiss of the Hexcore. Viktor stood over the mound of ash, his new, metallic fingers trembling as they hovered over Sky’s glasses. The grief was there, but it felt filtered—processed through a mind that now hummed with the cold, logical frequency of the Arcane.
The doors burst open. Jayce skidded into the room, his face pale, his breath coming in ragged stabs. "I heard the noise! Viktor, I—"
Jayce’s words died in his throat. He looked at the smoking machinery, then down at the floor. He saw the ashes. He saw the cracked lenses of the woman who had lived in the shadows of their greatness. Finally, his eyes moved to Viktor.
Viktor didn't look human. The violet crystal had climbed his neck, tracing the line of his jaw and encasing his torso in a shimmering, translucent shell. He looked like a god carved from starlight and iron.
"Viktor?" Jayce whispered.
"She touched me," Viktor rasped, his voice vibrating with a metallic resonance. He didn't look up. "The stabilization failed. I told her to stay back, Jayce. I told her... and now she is nothing but dust."
He expected the horror. He expected Jayce to scream, to call him a monster, to cast him out of the light of Piltover. He braced his new, reinforced spine for the rejection that had followed him since the Sump.
Instead, he felt a hand—warm, heavy, and unmistakably human—rest firmly on his cold, crystalline shoulder.
Jayce didn't pull away. He stepped into the wreckage and pulled Viktor into a fierce, crushing embrace. He didn't care about the sharp edges of the metal or the terrifying hum of the magic pulsing beneath Viktor’s skin.
"I’m so sorry," Jayce choked out, his voice thick with tears. "Viktor, I’m so sorry."
Viktor froze. The logic of the Hexcore struggled to compute the sensation of Jayce’s heartbeat thudding against his new chest. "You saw what I did. What I am. I killed her, Jayce. I let the magic take her."
"No," Jayce said, pulling back just enough to look Viktor in the eye, his own face wet with tears. "You were trying to survive. She knew that. She loved you, V. She wouldn't want you to hate yourself for this."
Jayce reached down and carefully picked up Sky’s glasses from the ash, tucking them into a pocket over his heart. Then, he looked at Viktor’s transformed body, not with fear, but with a profound, aching tenderness. He ran a hand over the glowing violet plates of Viktor’s arm.
"It healed you," Jayce whispered, a small, broken smile touching his lips. "You aren't dying anymore. That’s what she wanted. That’s what we both wanted."
Viktor leaned into Jayce’s touch, the cold steel of his forehead resting against Jayce's warm shoulder. The metallic humming of his body seemed to soften, syncing for a moment with the steady rhythm of his partner.
"I don't know if I'm still the man you knew," Viktor admitted, his voice a low hum.
"Then I'll get to know the man you've become," Jayce promised, squeezing his hand. "We’ll figure it out. Together. No more secrets, Viktor. We’re going to finish this, and we’re going to do it the way she would have wanted. We're going to save everyone."
In the dim light of the destroyed lab, the Man of Progress and the Herald of the Evolution stood amidst the ashes of the past, looking toward a future that was as terrifying as it was beautiful.
The following weeks were a blur of grief and shifting gears. Viktor lived in the silence of the lab, a ghost haunting his own workstation. He spent hours hunched over Sky’s journals, his metallic fingers turning the delicate pages with agonizing care. Every time he saw his own face sketched in the margins—drawn with such unshielded love—a fresh wave of agony ripped through him.
He sobbed, a sound that was now a jarring mix of human rasp and mechanical hum. In a sudden, blinding fit of rage, Viktor stood and swung his cane—the one he no longer needed—at the Hexcore.
"You took her!" he screamed.
The wood shattered against the stone, but as the blow landed, a bolt of agonizing feedback surged through Viktor’s body. The Hexcore lashed out, sending a terrifying neural shock through the parts of him made of its magic. He collapsed to his knees, panting, his vision swimming in violet sparks.
He realized then, with a hollow dread, that he was no longer separate from the machine. He could not destroy it without destroying himself.
"Fine," he wheezed, tears dripping onto the cold floor. "Fine."
He wiped his eyes with a shaking hand. If he couldn't destroy it, he would master it. He would not let her death be a meaningless accident. He would make her sacrifice the foundation of something eternal.
Viktor gathered the small glass vial containing the shimmering grey remains of her ashes and placed it on the console, right next to the glowing core. "You will be with me, Sky. Always."
He worked through the night, a man possessed. He combined Sky’s biological theories on organic conduction with Jayce’s structural runes and his own mastery of transmutation. The equations began to align into a perfect, terrifying symmetry. He had found it. The solution to the Great Beyond.
He moved to the heavy oak doors and turned the deadbolt. He didn't want Jayce’s pity tonight. He didn't want anyone to stop him.
Returning to the desk, he found a half-empty bottle of Jayce’s expensive, foul-tasting brandy. He took a long, burning swallow, feeling the alcohol bloom in the small part of his stomach that was still flesh. It didn't dull the pain, but it stilled the tremors in his hands.
Viktor stood before the humming Hexcore. The violet light was blinding now, sensing his intent. With a steady breath, he pricked the tip of his finger. A single drop of deep crimson blood—the last of his old life—fell onto the surface of the stone.
The lab erupted.
The transformation wasn't a strike of lightning this time; it was a slow, agonizing rewrite of his soul. He felt the magic burrowing into his marrow, replacing his nerves with threads of starlight, turning his remaining flesh into something unyielding and immortal. He tried to hold onto the image of Sky’s smile, but the sensation was too much. The pain was a roar that drowned out his thoughts.
As the violet fire consumed his vision, the world finally drifted away into a cold, perfect darkness.
