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zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.

something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.

after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.

and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.

but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.

here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.

because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.

so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.

merlin in an au where arthur, gwen, and the knights know about merlin’s magic.

gwen and arthur’s wedding is coming up, but merlin hears of a plan to raid the wedding (idk, maybe they’re mad that neither a royal or a proper suitor is getting the queen title, or something or another against arthur for extinguishing the ban on magic). but, either way, something’s going on.

merlin panics. he doesn’t know who is behind it, he doesn’t have time to figure it out, and canceling the royal wedding that close without explanation would be suspicious and cause a big ruckus within the kingdom and with the visitors from other kingdoms.

so, he impersonates gwen and magicks the coup away like they were nothing. (note: we’re talking FULL coverage. gloves, thick veil, long gown. in fact, it’s frankly embarrassing that the goons didn’t catch onto the fact that ‘gwen’ was suspiciously overdressed for the warm weather)

and something about the sight of merlin in a pretty gown, his hair wild from dramatically revealing himself to the would-be assassins (and also so that he could see where he was aiming his hands), and seething absolute wrath that they would even think that they could get away with even touching his king and queen.

it changes something in the trio’s relationship…

once again, if this already exists, GIVE IT TO ME. feed me my gwurther sedatives.

Galway Girl is a Merlin ship song. I don’t know which ship

Ok I read this amazing fic yesterday (basically a sorta rewrite/canon divergence) by @gardezamour and it gave me a burst of inspiration regarding Viktor's codename in my crossover AU with P5R as in this, he goes by "Canary" along with Powder's "Jinx" (she kinda doesn't become Jinx tho at the same time) and it actually dawned on me that canaries were used in mines and Zuan had such! Yeah... I was a little slow there... But anyhow! Read it! It's so good guys!!! 😍

Tho idk if it's final or maybe a variant of the word will be considered because aaaaa it's too good so I tip my hat to you author! It's also inspiring HCs in my brain too so there's that at least if anything! ^_^

jayvik au following the “the crow” (kind of)

content warning: violence!

where jayce and viktor are killed/assassinated in their apartment. it was a hit made by one of the chem barons in zaun to take down “the man of progress.” meant to throw piltover off balance (and eventually there will be a higher reveal that connects it to a certain higher power)

viktor was home when they first broke in, and he fought as much as he could, but it was ultimately four against one. so, jayce enters and nearly goes haywire at the scene he finds. but, this is season one jayce, and season one jayce has brute strength and not much experience with actually using it. so it’s a very messy crime scene. it’s awful.

but…HEAR ME OUT…viktor is resurrected (which makes the most sense because in the movie eric wasn’t the one the hit was on, and this way it would be the same). i feel like most people would make jayce the ‘chosen one’ (so to speak) but no. viktor digs himself out of the ground and goes on a vengeful killing spree in zaun. where he piques the interest of jinx and silco (who eventually befriend and help him). and then he eventually climbs his way higher and higher as the plot thickens.

one day guys…one day i’ll get to it </3

zaundad’s au where vander is taken by the enforcers after turning himself in for the explosion.

something about miscommunication and saving violet from turning herself in.

after the fact, vander’s territory is crumbling and benzo is holding water in his hands trying to pick up the pieces. silco hears and quickly catches on that maybe vander had a point in what he was doing. because at least his betrayal of cahooting with grayson was buying them time. and now zaun is dividing itself into shards of shattered pottery. and every thing is going to shit because there’s no one keeping all the ducks in a row.

and silco doesn’t really forgive vander, but after getting a tip about how he’s fighting for his life in stillwater, it makes him get a little crazy and protective. so much so that he actually finds himself considering forgiving the bastard. which ensues a ton of loathing and journal worthy emotions as he plans to save his stupid fucking soulmate that he literally hates with every bone in his body.

but he has violet knocking at his door just when he’s about to make the decision to either leave the hound to the wolves, or take vander’s place himself. and she’s so much wiser than her years, and she’s so blunt and courageous, that it reminds him of the way vander would protect them in the mines and during protests. using his brute strength and tuff demeanor to steer away danger. how he would shield them and barter their way through problems.

here was this young girl trying to act ten times her size and fill the same hole the silco himself had been trying so hard to fill. she was so angry that vander had chosen her over everything, and THAT made silco stop for a while. it made him almost jealous.

because vander has chosen everything over him. vander had chosen to act on his violence and guilt and he’d chosen felicia and piltover and the kids over silco.

so, anyway, just silco being pulled in two opposite directions as he tries to save vander from deteriorating in prison for protecting his daughter.

does anyone else have the line - “the people of the underground deserve to breath” - permanently stuck in their head forever?

…cause i do and it’s eating me away

my mind comes up with a universe where vi stands behind caitlyn as she goes through her mother’s projects. and she has such an intense reaction to her trauma being replayed back to her.

like she gets terrified. she has to step back and force herself to see history through piltover’s eyes. how disgusting and painful it would feel to relive a half-realistic portrayal of the way her home fell apart because of poison and demons in masks. and then how those same things caused an argument in order to allow her friends and family to survive in the fissures they already had the curse of living in.

and the memory of her breathless mother doesn’t leave her head when caitlyn looks back.

zaun’s hand

viktor disappears. his apartment is untouched, his desk is the same mess of papers as it usually was, and sky had seemed to have gone with him.

jayce is in disarray. he’s blowing off counsel meetings. he’s either ignoring mel, or giving her fake assurances he had little intention of following through with. he spends every waking minute trying to piece together what happened.

there weren’t any notes, letters, or clues. they had just gone. and people didn’t just disappear in piltover. that was the whole point of his mother almost dying when he was a child. people don’t vanish in a city of gold and government order.

he eventually hears whispers. he sees posters here and there pasted to the walls of zaun’s alleys. an inhuman hand shading a horrific looking eye.

and he laughs at how viktor would have hated to hear about another idiot trying to “fix” his home. so, he keeps looking for the only think that hasn’t been left behind.

the crutch.

…do you get it? (can you imagine it??? 😭 the idea has been eating me away)

a dabble of a moses!au - based on this post

Viktor wasn't entirely sure if he believed in Janna. Enough debilitating and unfortunate circumstances with zero relief would do that to you, and he was already feeling especially helpless in that moment. But, he considered that the closest thing he'd ever experience to a cosmic deity was probably right in front of him.

"Are you lost?" He titled his head at her, squinting when she startled and the gold that had pulsated between her hands, like a star, dissolved much like water would as it touched fire. She looked like the last type of person to be hiding behind an overgrown patch of cattail. Her hair fell in loose coils along the ground where she sat. Her skin was dark, with peeks of gold under the red shawl and white gown she adorned. More directly, she was the most angelic person Viktor had ever seen.

"I believe I am exactly where I'm meant to be," she responded. She looked him up and down, her dark eyes calculating and confident. She smiled, and although it was comforting, it still made him stand a little straighter. As though he were back in the the city he had once called home, under scrutiny of the council because he had empathy. The devil on his shoulder. The reminder made his shoulders sink.

"Right," he tried to hold back his sarcasm, but he could tell it did not work when she quirked a neatly kempt eyebrow at him. He toed the ground with his holey boot. "You shouldn't be down here, Piltover does not approve of nonconformists."

Her smile relaxed, turning more curved at the edges, "I am more than capable of managing myself, Viktor."

"Well-" The sound died in his throat; hand frozen in the air where he had begun to make a mild sweep of a gesture. She turned back to the stream at his stuttering, splashing her feet in the shallow waters. She giggled into her blood red shawl, the sound slightly muffled. His arm fell back to his side as he squinted at her profile. Her bubbling amusement broke with a sigh, and she did not look at him again as she began to speak.

"I have heard your urge to free your people of the affliction caused by Piltover. I would like to help you. I could assist you and yours, to make this desolate land into one of fresh milk and rich honey." She smiled, as though she could imagine such a paradise with the smell of faint smoke and oil in the air.

"Who are you calling desolate?" He knew he should have been slightly more offended, on behalf of where his loyalties were. But he still took a few steps forward as he attempted to catch a closer glimpse of her face.

"What is that in your hand?" she deflected his rhetorical question.

He glanced down at his cane, unimpressed, "A walking stick."

"Throw it on the ground." She peered at him, smiling slightly devilish. Her magnificence did not dwindle though. Unfortunately for Viktor. Her teeth were perfectly straight, he realized.

"I will not be able to walk without it," he refused, clawing his stare away from her. She hummed, still taking in the expanse of his unsure expression. He sighed, long and suffering, before letting go of the silver knob his body had been leaning on. It didn’t clamor as it usually would have.

He gasped, loud enough for her eyes to flash up at him with invigorated excitement. There was a snake in place of where the wood should have landed in the uneven stone. Black and luminous with yellow eyes like the sun on burning hot days. It hissed at him; it's tongue like a tiny black ribbon as it flicked out. The cold of sinister fear felt like he'd mistakenly fallen into the river a few feet away. He looked away just to ensure that he hadn't.

"Come," she held a pliant hand out to it, not bothered in the slightest when the serpent sped towards the limb and immediately constricted itself firmly around her thin arm. When Viktor had not moved, she looked away from the reflective pattern of its scales to share an expectent tilt to her head. "Come."

"Absolutely not," he nearly tripped over his inverted leg in his haste to put distance between himself and the glimmering eyes of burning coal.

She hummed, petting the smooth head of the creature, "In order to save the Zaunites, I will have requests for you, Viktor. In order for me to believe in your abilities to do what it takes, I must ask you to follow my directions without a doubt holding you back. You must gain my trust."

Viktor was suddenly hesitant to look at her. She stood out against the falling night, glimmering and pure as she all but dangled a notoriously dangerous offer in front of his face. Even so, he was spurred on as he sensed their time coming to a close. Even if she presented herself as a divine entity, her wet feet would eventually grow cold from the vacant sun and freezing waters of the rushing water. Viktor himself ached from the long day he had had, suddenly desperate to sit down.

He limped over to her, unintentionally kicking up gravel as he went. The snake's head piqued at his nearing proximity, curling itself down the woman's arm to her flat hand. It reached for him as he did the same. Its jaw was wide open, opalescent fangs on display. But one daring stare from darkly shadowed eyes made him commit anyway. He stared, attempting to conceal his terror as it snapped its jaw shut and opted to lazily slink up his forearm and bicep.

She smirked, looking him up and down once more, her gaze dragging along his legs, waist, chest, then face. He shivered. He blamed the cold.

"Who are you?" He shivered once more as wet scales slid across the back of his neck.

"I am who I am. And I am your provider."

He gaped at her, "You are a woman I have never met before, and you are handling poisonous vermin with no sign of concern. I have it in my right mind to drag you up to Piltover myself. Before you catch a cold sitting there." He turned away from her, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from raising his voice to the yellow eyes in front of his own as well. He had a feeling that the animal wouldn't hold back as much as their other companion. Its tongue hit his nose before encircling around his pale neck.

"You may call me Mel, if you insist on belittling my endeavor so soon." He spun around, slightly dumbfounded by her pouted lips. He couldn't stop his snort, quieting almost immediately when her disappointed eyes hit the light just right and he realized they were green. They shun under the moon's florescence like jewels.

"Endeavor?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes," she nodded plainly, crossing her arms over her shawl, "I deserve to act esoteric after how long it has taken me to catch you alone." Viktor's hand dragged themselves over the sharp slopes of his own face in an exaggerated huff.

"Just- Could you get to the point?" The snake got unnecessarily close to his eye. He glared at it. “Please?”

She stood, her gown of starlight draping elegantly down to her heels, and the motion was so fluid that he wondered if she were also a serpent. Her drenched feet left a dark path as she took three steps closer to where he stood. He let the suspicion go.

"Take a firm grasp of her, then she will return to your trusted walking stick." Her sarcasm made him grin, giving a short and sweet chuckle to her offence at his sudden nonchalance. For a moment, he thought he shouldn't believe her; that touching the serpent was a sure way to get him bit and killed. But, when he wrapped a hand around the onyx tail, the painted body of his cane was suddenly slung over his right shoulder.

"Oh," he gaped at it, mouth hung open as Mel drew nearer. Her hand landing under his left elbow caused him to startle, dropping the object once again.

They both watched as the wood transformed to flesh. The snake looked slightly dazed, as if it hadn't intended to turn back so soon. Or, she, Mel had said. He repressed the urge to apologize.

Mel's untarnished giggles drew him back to reality once more. He felt his jaw shut tight and his shoulders melt like sugar under a high flame. She squeezed his arm, grinning wild enough that he could see the soul of her. Mischievous and cunning, caring and ravishing. Her laughter deflated to priceless wrinkles in the outer corners of her eyes. Her soft gaze lingered on him, but she eventually knelt down to pick up the serpent, neither of them acknowledging whether it changed back again.

She offered her hand.

"Come. I have someone to introduce."

part 2 - part 3

jayvik au where jayce keeps getting sent back in time to fix what happens to viktor instead of killing him. (mage viktor met kid jayce, why couldn’t jayce just go back?? (and maybe i CAN think of a couple reasons why not, but i’m ignoring them))

so over and over again (similarly to ekko preventing jinx from pulling that pin) jayce is brought back to the day of the explosion in the councilors room.

it gets worse before it gets better. either jayce dies in the explosion because mel couldn’t get to him, or viktor gets upset with him because he abruptly cancels the meeting to bring peace to zaun and viktor just ends up growing more distant from him, or viktor dies anyway because he was getting sicker by the day before the explosion killed him, or viktor gets addicted to shimmer and bad things happen between that and the hexcore all over again (this specific outcome nearly makes jayce go insane, because he had been SO close before it all went to shit), or (most common) NOTHING he says will make viktor stop from leaving after using the hexcore to save him.

he. just. keeps. walking. out.

jayce can’t figure out why, but keeps trying. it’s incredibly debilitating watching your soulmate die dozens of times. but he keeps going, getting more and more desperate each time he wakes up to a new dying viktor.

it might be easier to have been brought back farther. before viktor’s collapse, before sky dies, before viktor was already fused with arcane and shimmer. before he’d made the mistake of choosing fame over his purpose. basically, before viktor started to realize that he was all alone. but who said changing fate was supposed to be easy?

what it comes down to is an au where jayce has to trial and error his way into getting the life back to viktor’s very destroyed soul in…like…three days. and he has to learn that he c— sorry i can’t say what the lesson would be! because that would be spoiling it!! you silly goose!!!

it’s basically a love story :D

bonus: (meljayvik bonus: because we know i love mel too much not to include her) she senses something going on through her empath powers. and at some point she’s unintentionally being dragged into it. power of teamwork to save their doomed dying partner!