Come on! Get ready!! they're taking you on a date <3
♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, vander, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi.
☆ ◞ summary: how cute ! They decide to take you on a date(character)!
△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader. Pure fluff, and yeah that's it!!.
Mel Medarda.
Date Spot: A high-end art gallery followed by an exclusive rooftop dinner.
Mel enjoys sophistication and luxury, so she’d choose an art gallery showcasing Piltover’s finest works, followed by a private, candlelit dinner overlooking the city.
Mel’s hand rests lightly on your arm as you step into the gallery, the warm glow of chandeliers casting a golden light over the polished floors. The air smells faintly of expensive perfumes and freshly polished wood. As you approach a painting, Mel pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully. “This one,” she murmurs, gesturing to a striking abstract piece, “is about the illusion of control. It’s fascinating how it challenges our need for order.”
You can’t help but watch her as she speaks, the passion in her voice drawing you in more than the painting itself. She notices your gaze and arches a brow. “What? Do I have paint on my face?”
You laugh and shake your head. “No, I just like listening to you.”
Her lips curve into a soft smile. “Careful, darling. Flattery like that might make me keep you out all night.”
Later, as the two of you settle into a cozy corner of a rooftop restaurant, the city’s lights twinkling below, she raises her glass to you.
“To beauty,” she says, her voice low and warm, “both the kind we can see, and the kind we feel.” The candlelight dances in her golden eyes, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has faded away.
Jayce loves excitement and fun, so he’d take you to a bustling festival filled with games, food stalls, and music, making sure it’s a night full of laughter.
The sound of laughter and cheerful music fills the air as Jayce leads you through the vibrant streets of Piltover’s annual festival. The scent of roasted nuts and sweet pastries wafts by, and colorful lanterns hang above, casting a warm glow.
“Alright, pick a game,” Jayce says, grinning down at you. “I’m winning you a prize.”
You point to a ring-toss booth, and he confidently strides up, paying for a few tries. His first attempt misses completely, and you can’t hold back a laugh. “Hey, that was a warm-up!” he protests, grabbing another ring.
After a few more tries (and some playful banter about his aim), he finally lands one, earning a stuffed animal for you. He hands it over with a triumphant smile. “See? Told you I’d win something.”
As the night goes on, the two of you share sugary treats and dance to live music under the lanterns.
When the fireworks start, Jayce pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “This is nice,” he says softly, his usual confident demeanor giving way to something more tender. “I should take nights off with you more often.”
The observatory is quiet, perched on a hill overlooking Piltover. Viktor leads you inside, his hand brushing yours briefly before pulling away. “I thought you might like this,” he says, his voice soft. “It’s one of the few places where you can actually see the stars clearly.”
As you step onto the balcony, the night sky stretches out above you, a canvas of glittering stars. Viktor adjusts a telescope, his movements careful and precise. “Come here,” he says, motioning for you to look.
You lean over, and he places a hand on your back, steadying you. Through the lens, you see a cluster of stars glowing brightly. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, straightening up to look at him.
He smiles faintly, his golden eyes reflecting the starlight. “It reminds me of you,” he says after a pause, his voice quieter now. “Brilliant, even in the darkest places.”
For a moment, you’re both silent, the world around you fading into the stillness of the night. Then, Viktor hesitates before reaching for your hand, his touch tentative but warm. “Thank you for being here,” he murmurs. “It means more than I can put into words.”
“Trust me,” Vi says, a teasing grin on her face as she leads you up a narrow staircase. “You’re gonna love this.”
When you reach the top, you’re greeted by a makeshift boxing ring set up on a rooftop. The view of the Undercity sprawls out below, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows.
“You brought me to fight?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
She laughs, tossing you a pair of gloves. “Not fight. Spar. Big difference.”
The two of you step into the ring, and she takes it easy on you at first, showing you how to throw punches and block. But soon, the playful competition begins, and before long, you’re both laughing too hard to keep going.
As you sit on the edge of the ring, catching your breath, Vi nudges you with her shoulder. “You’re tougher than you look,” she teases, her eyes softening.
“And you’re not as intimidating as you pretend to be,” you shoot back, grinning.
She leans in, her expression turning serious for a moment. “This was nice,” she says quietly. “I don’t let a lot of people in, but... I’m glad I let you.”
The vulnerability in her voice catches you off guard, and you reach over to take her hand. The two of you sit there for a while, the sounds of the Undercity fading into the background as the stars twinkle above.
Caitlyn prefers thoughtful, intimate moments. She’d plan a private picnic on a grassy hill outside of Piltover, where the two of you could enjoy some quiet time together surrounded by nature.
The sun is warm, and the breeze carries the faint scent of wildflowers as Caitlyn sets the picnic basket down on the blanket she’s laid out. You watch as she carefully arranges everything—fresh bread, fruit, cheese, and a bottle of wine.
“I know it’s not as exciting as a big event,” she says, glancing at you as she unpacks, “but I thought we could use a little escape from the noise.”
“It’s perfect,” you assure her, settling down beside her.
She smiles, the tension in her shoulders easing as she pours you both a glass of wine. The two of you spend the afternoon sharing stories, laughing, and enjoying the food. At one point, Caitlyn leans back, her hat shading her face from the sun, and looks at you with a rare, relaxed expression.
“You’re good for me, you know,” she says softly. “I spend so much time chasing leads and solving problems... I forget how nice it is to just be.”
You reach over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You deserve it, Cait. You work so hard for everyone else.”
Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she takes your hand in hers, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice almost a whisper. “For reminding me what’s really important.”
Date Spot: An abandoned fairground in the Undercity.
Jinx would take you to a forgotten fairground she’s decorated herself with colorful lights and strange contraptions. It’s chaotic, but it’s her way of showing you a piece of her world.
“Ta-da!” Jinx shouts, throwing her arms wide as you step into the abandoned fairground. Strings of mismatched lights are strung haphazardly between rusting rides, and strange, homemade decorations dangle from the stalls.
“You... did all this?” you ask, looking around in awe.
“Of course!” she says, bouncing on her toes. “You’re always saying I don’t do normal dates, so here it is. Jinx-style.”
She drags you toward an old dart booth, where she’s set up bottles and targets. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got!” she says, handing you a handful of darts.
After a few rounds of chaotic (and hilarious) attempts at hitting the targets, Jinx pulls you toward the Ferris wheel. It creaks ominously as she climbs inside, patting the seat beside her.
“Don’t worry, it won’t fall,” she says with a mischievous grin. “Probably.”
As the wheel lurches to life, you can’t help but laugh, holding onto the metal bar as the two of you rise above the fairground. The view is a mix of the Undercity’s flickering lights and her makeshift decorations below.
“See?” Jinx says, her voice softer now as she looks out over the scene. “It’s not fancy or perfect, but... it’s ours.”
You glance at her, her usual manic energy replaced with something quieter, almost vulnerable. “I love it,” you say, reaching over to take her hand.
Her cheeks flush slightly, and she looks away, a nervous laugh escaping her. “Good,” she mutters, squeezing your hand tightly. “’Cause you’re stuck with me now.”
Date Spot: A cozy dinner at The Last Drop after hours.
Vander would want to keep things simple and meaningful, opting to cook you dinner in his bar after closing. He’d light a few candles and make sure it’s just the two of you.
The Last Drop is unusually quiet, the usual crowd of rowdy patrons gone for the night. Vander moves around the bar with practiced ease, a worn apron tied around his waist as he stirs a pot on the stove in the back.
“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” you say, leaning on the counter and watching him.
He glances over his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It’s no trouble. You deserve a good meal, and I figured it’s about time I cooked for you.”
The table he’s set up in the corner is simple but thoughtful, with a few candles flickering softly and two plates waiting. When he finally brings the food over—a hearty stew and fresh bread—you can’t help but smile at how much care he’s put into everything.
As you eat, Vander leans back in his chair, watching you with a content expression. “It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to just sit down and enjoy a meal like this,” he admits.
“Well, you should do it more often,” you say, nudging his foot under the table. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. Let someone look out for you for a change.”
He chuckles, reaching across the table to take your hand. “You’re already doing that,” he says quietly. “Just by being here.”
The warmth in his voice makes your chest tighten, and as the two of you sit there, the world outside the bar fades away.
I can't believe jayvik not only inspired me to right again but to also dust off my video editor hat as well. After I hear this most recent track off of Gaga's new album the visions came to me and would not leave me alone.
I caved and made fan art for my own fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/63427141?view_full_work=true) It's based on a moment in chapter 17 where V wishes Jayce would kiss him.
It's kind of rough and I realize the proportions are off, but it's probably the best digital piece I've ever done so *shrugs*
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mix of League of Legends Lore and Arcane Lore, Things go different after the workshop explosion, Jayce becomes a sex worker, Sex Worker Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce Whump (League of Legends), Jayce Has Issues (League of Legends), Viktor is Heimerdinger's assistant, Viktor is ruthless in pursuit of science, Jayce is a puzzle that Viktor must solve, Viktor Is Obsessed With Jayce (League of Legends), Magic and Hextech Will Still Play a Role, Machine Herald Viktor (League of Legends), Top Viktor (League of Legends), Bottom Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce Wags his Ass as a Distraction Tactic, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, rim jobs, Crying During Sex, Praise Kink, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, But There's Sex During the Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jayce Has ADHD and Autism (League of Legends), Disabled Viktor (League of Legends), Viktor is a Menace (League of Legends), Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Viktor wasn't there that fateful day Jayce's apartment exploded. He wasn't present during the trial or that night when Jayce teetered on the edge of a shattered wall.
But fate holds them still and two years later Viktor unearths a link— only a partial one and all the more enticing because of it—to Jayce's past. So Viktor chases answers, chases progress, into gilded rooms built as a playground for revels and for lust. And finds more to life in the process.
