As I plan on making little comics for my League OC, Rayjack, I made a little height chart for him and his friends! (He’s the short king!)
So here’s Aurora, Rayjack, Aphelios and Sett!
He’s best friends with Sett (who gave him a part time job at the pit) and is madly in love with Aurora (yes, my little oc x canon ship AuroRay say hello to them), Rayjack knows more about Phel from Sett and not so much from interacting directly, but a “friend” of Sett is a friend to him!
Some OCxCanon for today, recently finished a comic about my OC Rayjack first meeting Aurora! His feelings started developing right there, but he doesn't notice for a good long time...
For some extra context, he travels the world, and eventually ends up in Freljord, first thing he finds is a giant bear and decides to follow it around. Said giant bear of course is THE Volibear, and upon learning about him being a demigod Rayjack just felt more interested in following him around than ever! Against his will! Of course, now neither Rayjack nor Aurora know where he went...
There will be a part 2 to this but its gonna take a WHILE, so that's it for now!
My dear League OC, like most champions, has a few skins to add to his design! Many flavors of the same guy!
From top to bottom, first off a full ref for his canon Runeterra design. Then a simple ref for a HEARTSTEEL SuperFan skin! Next up is Soul Fighter, one of my favs- then 3 designs for Spirit Blossom (couldn’t pick a route to go with so I made ALL, make it a legendary!)
And finally, Star Guardian! (ft. Aurora! And their familiars, the Hoppers and Bark!)
Intro comic for my League of Legends OC, Rayjack, the Masked Scavenger!
It’s time for another big shift in what I post here, with twitter gone (at least for now) the least I can do is have a little archive in other places. Might as well post here again then!
Summary: After heists, Ray likes to go up to the roof and go over the people he's killed. Jack comes in to check up on him.
Warnings: Fem! Jack, Fake AH Crew, brief talk of torture, talking about killing a cop (basically Ray questions if he’s a monster and Jack talks to him)
Note: I had a might need for FAHC! Ray/Jack interactions. Also this doubles as writing practice (seriously, tell me if there are any glaring errors. I know I need to work on my tenses because I tend to switch between past and present, so if you see that, I’d appreciate if you told me)
“It’s going to rain.”
Ray doesn’t bother to turn around. Instead he lifts his joint to his lips and takes a deep breath in. “I know.” He replies.
Jack walks up next to him, high heels clacking against the concrete roof. Ray doesn’t have to look at her to know that she’s got one hand on her cocked hip, concerned eyes raking over him. Ray knows her well enough that he would bet his Tacky Tacos discount card that her mind is racing, going over all the events of the day; their breakfast together this morning, going to buy ammo with Ryan and Michael, shooting flares at pedestrians as they drove too fast to their meeting point. The heist.
Ray knows she figures it out when her eyes land on the paper in his hand. “What’s that?”
“Picture.” Ray takes another hit of his joint. “Billy Welson, age 25. Mom and dad own an ice-cream shop in Missouri. Sister’s in college and his brother is in the army. In two months, he would have hit his one year anniversary of being on the force.”
“Cop.” Jack sounds surprised.
“Yep.” Ray draws it out, pops the p. “Shot him this afternoon during the heist.”
“Ah.”
Ray feels the beginning of something like anger ooze through his veins, at how simple Jack made the whole situation sound with that one little word. “Shot him through the lung and he choked on his own blood. Died with his partner standing over him.”
“And it bothers you.” Jack says it with finality, as if she’s head the same scenario a thousand times. She probably has.
“No.” Ray spits, finally getting fully angry. “I don’t and that’s the problem. I looked at the guy through my scope, basically looked him in the face. And shot him. Killed him. And it doesn’t bother me. Just like everyone else I’ve killed. I don’t feel a fucking thing.” Ray quickly takes another hit, trying to get back into that peaceful place before Jack showed up.
Jack sighs and moves to sit down next to Ray, legs hanging over the side of the building. “Good.” She says.
Ray whips his head to look at her, mouth opened into an angry ‘o’, only to find Jack there, grabbing his joint and sucking in. Her other hand grabs Ray’s face and brings him in, mouth fitting itself against his and blowing in. His ire dies away and his eyes flutter. When he opens them, Jack is staring at him, soft smile on her face. She gives him back his joint and looks out over their city, sunset shinning along the windows. Ray looks down at the cars below, small. The people are even smaller.
“How do you deal with it?” He asks.
“Hm?”
“This. Our business. Fighting other gangs, dealing drugs. Killing people.” Ray looks down at Welson’s picture. “I know how the others deal. Geoff drinks. Gavin throws himself into his work. Michael works it off in the gym and Ryan…well, Ryan is Ryan. He was made for this life. But how can you look yourself in the eye when you stare in the mirror and not wonder how this became your life.”
“Honestly?” Ray eagerly nods, turning his whole body to face her. He’s wondered for a while how Jack can stay so calm when everyone else was thrown into chaos. Jack never seemed fazed, no matter what she was doing and Ray was dying to know so maybe, possibly he himself can learn how to copy it.
“I don’t think about it.”
Ray snorts. “Alright. Thought we were having a moment there. Guess not.”
Jack shakes her head. “No, really.”
“Bullshit.”
“That’s what I do.” She insists.
Ray eyes her. “Seriously?”
“Yep. I just don’t think about it.”
“How? It’s impossible not to think about what you’re doing. We’re criminals, Jack. How can you not?”
Jack hums, looking back at the city. The dying light lights up her hair, red turning flaming for a few seconds. “It’s because every time I start to think about it, when my nightmares start to claw at the back of my mind, I think of you guys. And how, if I didn’t do what I had to do, you might be dead.”
Ray stares at her, silent as she continues. “Last week, that guy whose fingers I cut off? If I hadn’t, he would have sold weapons to our rivals, which might have led Geoff getting shot. I rob banks so we can live the way we want and Michael doesn’t have to go back to what he was doing before he joined us. I join Ryan on hits so I can make sure he doesn’t fall too deep. Shoot anyone that shoots at Gavin or you. And that includes cops.” Jack looks back at him when she says the last part.
Ray frowns. “I care about the crew too.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Like you said, everyone else has a way to deal with their demons. That’s how I deal with mine.” Jack stole the joint from his limp fingers, sneaking a hit.
Ray bit his lip. “But…you don’t think it makes me a monster? The not feeling bad thing.”
“Ray,” Jack breathes out a cloud, eyes closing briefly. “I’m saying embrace that monster. It’ll do you good. Certainly, better than sitting out here, beating yourself up about it.”
Ray sighs, stealing the joint back. He takes a quick hit, breathing out hard. “Yeah, I guess.”
They sit in silence, passing the joint back and forth until the moon hangs high in the sky. Finally, Jack stands, stretching her hands high above her head, back popping. “Gotta go drag Geoff out of the bottle.” She puts her hand on Ray’s shoulders. “If it helps, remember you’re doing this for your family. It’s up to us to protect our crew. If that means becoming something you fear? Well, I’m not going to stop you.”
Ray looks down at the photo in his hand.
Jack squeezes him before turning to walk towards the door. “Try to get some sleep, will you? Don’t want to hear you’re bitching tomorrow about how tired you were because you stayed up playing some obscure video game.” She calls over her shoulder.
“Pokémon isn’t an obscure video game, old woman.” Ray yells back in retort. Jack laughs before the door opens. Then she’s gone.
Ray smiles, enjoying the slight echo of her laugh. The city below him was abuzz with life, even with how late it was. Ray listens to the music of cars honking and people talking, the occasional helicopter flying by all tied together by police sirens in the distance.
The door creaks back open. “If you ever need help forgetting about it, my bed is always open.”
Ray smirks. Climbing to his feet, he crumples the picture in his hand and throws it over the side. Billy Welson fell to the ground below as Ray turns to eagerly follow Jack. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”
Once the three had barrelled out of the house, the unusual silence reminded just how quiet the house got when the other lads were out of the equation. It was… Bizarre, actually. They all had their own energy but the two Lads burned with a special kind, one that radiated out from them like a blunt force. Geoff had joked once that they’d all be creaky old men if the two lads weren’t there to keep them from getting too serious. Ray seriously doubted that - Geoff ‘as dicks’ Ramsey more often than not had the sense of humour of a five year old, Jack wasn’t much better and he’d watched Ryan start more than his fair share of rough and tumbles. But there was no denying that Team Nice Dynamite was something special alright.
As he switched out to a single player game of Skullgirls, he absent-mindedly took note of the clattering of dishes from the kitchen – Jack was on dinner tonight and he’d said something about doing some marinades for the meat before disappearing (Ray had only really caught half of the story, since he’d been trying to wrestle his controller back from Gavin after through some miracle the Puerto Rican had won a game of Peggle ). While Geoff was rightly hailed as the best chef in the house, Jack wasn’t far behind and Ray had a soft spot for the red head’s baking.
“Shit!”
Geoff bolted up from where he sat, Ray almost flinging his hard won controller again the wall because what the actual fuck Geoff. Geoff just gave him an apologetic look.
“I just forgot to tell Ryan that we have no bevs left at all–“ Ray’s mouth quirked as a familiar Brit’s quirk slipped into Geoff’s speech “-shit it’s probably going to be easier if I just go get them myself now.” Ray made a noise of complaint as Geoff lifted his feet off his lap and onto the couch, however the only reward he got for that were light fingers brushing along the soles and no, it wasn’t fair he was the only ticklish one here!
“I’ll be back in half an hour or something, yeah?” Geoff said, giving him a soft smile “maybe a bit longer if I run into the other dicks.” Ray just laughed, shooing Geoff off before returning to his game.
Jack walked in a few minutes later, a few cookies on a small plate as he sat down on the couch, pausing for a second as if unsure what to do before propping his feet up against the arm rest. Ray just gave him a quick smile before returning to his game.
The silence was nice, but something just felt… Weird.
Not off, never off, but it took Ray a moment to realize that well… it’d never just been the two of them before. The six of them had been dating just over a month now, but somehow one of the other guys was always there, a filter of sorts – Gavin’s bizarre sense of humor or Ryan’s sensual energy (that had those particular times ending exactly how you think they would) or Michael’s upbeat personality, or even just Geoff’s presence to spread the load of conversation. But now they were together and alone and wow Ray could feel the strange brand of tension in the air. Frankly, he didn’t know what to say – and Jack didn’t seem to either.
It wasn’t that Ray didn’t love Jack – hell, this relationship wouldn’t have gotten past day one if he hadn’t. But… Well, he was pretty sure that Jack preferred having that filter of one of the other boys there, to put it lightly.
“What’re you thinking about?” Jack asked, looking up at him with calm eyes, fingers fidgeting around a half-eaten biscuit and if Ray didn’t know better he’d say the redhead almost seemed… Nervous?
“Us, I guess.” Ray said, pausing his game as he made an unspecific hand gesture. He was hoping that Jack would leave it at that; but Jack was sharp, almost too much so for his own good and he just raised an eyebrow at the comment.
“What about… Us?” Ray looked down at the controller, twiddling the thumbsticks. Shit, this was harder than he thought it would be.
“…Do you like me?”
It looked like Jack had been socked right in the gut, the way his eyes blew open and his mouth fell open. Hell, there wasn’t even any relief on Ray’s end – if anything it just felt like his nerves were going to eat him from the inside out.
“What- I? Why?” Jack spluttered, sitting straight up with confusion written so painfully blatant on his face. Ray swallowed thickly.
“I don’t know, forget I said anyth-“
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
Oh.
It was Ray’s turn to look shocked, the controller falling away from his hand because how-
“You met me last out of the guys, we were the last to ‘get together’. And we’ll hang out occasionally, but in the end you’re always hanging with the Lads, maybe Ryan or Geoff. I mean,” Jack smiled a crooked half smile and oh, Ray just wanted to kick himself because he looked so insecure “-we don’t even have a team name, what does that say about us?”
There was silence for a few, long seconds.
“…Wow, we’re dumb.”
Ray couldn’t stop his peel of laughter as he spoke the words, almost cutting off the sentence from how violently it came on becausegod, how could he not like Jack? How could anybody not like him? Before he knew it Ray had clambered onto the other couch, Jack giving him a curious look. Ray just grinned in response. Two hands resting on Jack’s chest, Ray pushing the other man down so he was lying lengthways on the couch and once he was happy Ray settled on top of him, lying between his legs. The other man’s hands came up almost immediately, resting on the small of Ray’s back and tracing circles into his back.
“You’re so amazing, you know that right?” Ray said, resting his head on one hand while the other one played with Jack’s beard, the Puerto Rican running his fingers soothingly through the hair. “You’re always there if I need a hand with something, you’ll always catch what I say when we’re eating even if Gavin flips his mash potatoes and Michael starts yelling and everything falls apart.”
“Thank god that was a onetime only thing.”
“You just jinxed it.’ Ray grinned, shaking his head. “And you can always figure out a way to solve a problem in ten seconds flat – I didn’t even know we had duct tape in the car when we had to cover up that broken window so we could actually drive it in and get it replaced.”
“I still don’t know how Gavin convinced you to do that.”
“Well he doesn’t have his licence to do it.”
“But Ryan could’ve done it easily.”
“Well, Gavin just has a way with words, let’s leave it at that.” Jack just gave Ray a look – yup, the guy really was too smart for his own good.
“He blew you, didn’t he?”
“In the shower.”
The two just gave each other a dorky grin before they laughed, Ray lying down completely on Jack’s chest. He could hear the rumble of the older man’s laugh, deep and resonant and it filled him with a honey like peace, vicious and indulgent.
Silence once again followed their small exchange, but this time it was comfortable. Ray could feel his rabbit heat start to slow, could feel it matching the other man’s in its steady rhythm.
“You make me happy Ray. I love you.”
And the words were simple but Ray felt like it was glowing because the weight had been lifted off his chest and it felt like he could finally breathe again.
“I love you too, Jack.”
In the Achievement Hunter household, they were all as tight as could be. But there were a few ‘couples’ that were seen resting together more often than not. The Nice Dynamite boys could be sprawled in all manner of places; tables, floors, even the floor, as if they’d just dropped dead from their shenanigans. Geoff and Jack could be found occasionally conked out in the bath, the water going cold as it leeched the stress from the two men’s shoulders. Ryan, on the occasions when he slept could be found curled up with Ray on the bed, a protective arm over the younger man.
None of the other men, however, expected to see Jack and Ray of all people fast asleep on the couch – Jack on his back with one arm trailing on the floor, and Ray curled up on Jack against the side of the couch, ear to his lover’s chest and a smile on his face. They looked so peaceful; words that hadn’t quite fitted the two until now. But they slotted together like a puzzle, Ray’s legs between Jacks and their breathing in out synchronized. Nobody had the heart to wake them – as Michael said with an affectionate smile, if anything it ‘was about fucking time’.
They left them sleeping – sort of. They lasted about 5 minutes being quiet before Gavin managed to trip over a chair in the dining room and his screeching jolted the two men awake so fast Ray fell off the couch. The Puerto Rican was lucky that he missed the coffee table – he was only a few inches away from knocking himself right back out and the bruise he got from knocking his arm against said coffee table wasn’t going to fade any time soon. But Jack had only laughed when he had gotten his bearings, helping Ray off the floor before pressing a kiss to the young man’s nose.
“No getting any rest around here, huh?”
“Well it would help if somebody could keep quiet for once in his life.” Ray replied, the last few words pointed and just loud enough that a familiar (and rather apologetic) whine was returned from the kitchen. Jack just shook his head, shoving Ray lightly.
“You know he didn’t mean it.”
“Well last time I checked, I didn’t like being woken up in pain.” Ray mumbled, his voice stoic but his smile giving away his true affections.
“Let’s go join the others.” Jack said, pressing his lips softly against Ray’s. And perhaps the kiss had lasted a lot longer than either of them had expected it to, but the action was so full of affection that neither of them really minded if the other men suspected something a bit raunchier – Ryan would probably add in a sideways quip to it at least. But when Ray’s hand slipped into Jack’s and the redhead gave him a smile bright enough to near blind him, Ray found that he simply just didn’t care.
This had been worth all the teasing that was going to come.
(And when Gavin offered to make up to Ray his unfortunate wake up call in Ray's most favorite of ways, Ray wasn’t complaining either.)
