Vi Lost A Bet (couldn’t Chug A Monster In 5 Seconds) And Had To Go To The Dudes Bathrooms

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

au were silco finds out vi is still alive. much earlier than in canon. and then having vulnerable feelings ensue) sorry silco. :(

here’s a teeny dabble on it while i think about how to go about it:

Silco didn’t make it a habit to travel Topside. He preferred the damp shadows of Zaun. And besides, a step in Piltover meant an immediate risk to his entire means. Which had been proven easily enough when he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Although he covered his bases, and he wasn’t dense, incidents occurred. In addition to the fact that he was unfortunately, still very human, and the bridge of the nation’s boarder made his head swim and his eye ache terribly. He’d ignore the pang of hurt that continued to hit him in the chest until the day he died. Possibly even longer.

Stillwater was probably the closest thing a convicted Piltie would get to living in Zaun. Enforcers at every corner, barely enough food, and enough back-talk to fill the Pilt River. It made him miss work in the mines. Where the labor was absolute shit, but the people kept you coming back. He’d leave with enough pain in his body to knock out an elephant, but with Vander’s arm keeping him warm and Felica’s sass reminding him to laugh. Back when it had all been worth it, without a doubt. Blisters and bedrock.

It was no matter to him either way now, Marcus would correct his people’s error. If he knew what was good for him and his naive child. Silco knew himself, and his people knew him almost good enough. There was a tight deadline ticking away the second the puny rookie with black hair had strapped his wrists. In the mean time, Stillwater was tolerable. Besides the florescent lights that burned his damaged eye.

A flash of magenta made him halt in front of the guard behind him. His shackles clanged as he took a step back.

She almost looked like her mother. Almost. Jinx was a closer resemblance. Violet held a wrath that seemed to seep from her bones, her eyes hardened with so much determination and attentiveness that it made him weary.

What truly made him stumble, was the way she held herself. The slightest slouch, making herself look smaller than she was. Her fists were wrapped by stained scraps of white fabric. They were clenched, making the linen taut around her swollen knuckles. And, by the way a few of the men around her slithered away, she had earned a level of rightful hierarchy inside.

Worst of all, Silco snapped his jaw shut, was the fact that she was so much like him. Like Vander. He didn’t need to venture towards her to know. He knew it by the way she stewed by herself while everyone else gathered in pairs and groups. How her lips twisted upon noticing him. Even the flicker of hope that crossed like a bullet.

A hopelessly lonely soul. Two peas in a pod.

Vander had been alone, before any one of their group had drawn together. He had been alone, and he had stewed. He lived by his brute strength and bravery, and Vi was following all the same footsteps. Like a child in thick snowbanks.

He almost pitied her. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that it was more of a mourning. Of what their lives could have consisted of. If everything hadn’t gone sideways.

The moment was broken when a rounded baton poked him sharply in his spine, “Move.” He glowered. But, he did adhere to the rookie’s insolence. Vi was spinning her food tray around in circles on the table, eyes dark with murderous intent.

The blue of her eyes made him miss Connol, who had always managed to keep their chaos barred. Unfortunately, Vi didn’t seem to even vaguely carry such a patience from her biological father.

She really was Vander’s girl. Fitting.

He felt eyes on the back of head even after he was locked away behind four stone walls and an iron door. She had stuck to him like an oil residue, and he felt dreadful at the realization.

He reflected on the discovery of her life. Knowing he wouldn’t allow himself once his current mess was in the process of being cleaned up, there would be too much to be done after such a discovery. With Violet alive, there were bridges left unburned. And he would have to figure a way to either bury the hatchet, or find a match to strike.

If he could handle disposing of the one person he’d loved and trusted the most, he could deal with just another byproduct. He stared at one of the little glints of light through the cracks of the door.

But, as he was all by his lonesome in a frigid box, his mind wandered to Vander. And, against his will, he mourned some more.

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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.

“Camelot’s Waiting”

(merthur dabble)

“The King is here!" A small boy ran past Merlin's tent, leaves sticking out of his curly head of hair. His face was wide with excitement, but the sounding stampede of horse hooves made him revert back to the confines of his personal encampment.

He knew why they were there. There had been a series of Barghest attacks making their way towards Camelot, and Arthur had never been one to wait like a sitting duck. They must have been desperate to leave the kingdom in such a rush. Unfortunately for them all, it was a waste of time. Merlin had already dealt with the beast. As if he’d truly abandon all he cared for.

He heard the telltale neighing of Llamrei, ever as hotheaded as her owner. She was just as determined to keep moving on a quest as Arthur was. He could remember fondly now, attempting to quiet her insistent complaints about resting. Always nipping and shoving into his shoulder for attention and trying to buck the other knights if they dared stand next to her.

He considered changing appearances. It wouldn't have been the first time. When travelers came looking for Emrys, he had grown accustomed to altering his appearance one way or another. He faltered just outside of the stitched bear hide, staring blankly at the sheen of sunlight that lit up its fibers.

"It's urgent, we need to see him!" Arthur yelled at someone. Merlin nearly burst through the flap that instant, anticipation flooding what sense he had left. He focused on growing his hair out, greying it as light as he could in such a short amount of time, and also adding a few wrinkles. He knew it was the lack of sleep catching up to him that caused his belatedness.

"If he wants to see you, then he'll find you. Do I not look like I have better things to do, My Lord?"

He refastened his white robes, sinching the red and barley yellow twine that a Druid girl had weaved for him. He dared not to worry outrageously about the significance of the colors. And he was unsure whether to feel grateful or not when he was immediately caught behind the gathering accumulating in the center of the camp.

A Druid woman stood with a wooden basket on her hip, berries nearly overflowing over the lip of it. While it must have been heavy, she did not strain. She met Arthur's gaze with an impressive amount of authority for someone without a sword or shield. She didn’t even have shoes on.

"Gloriana," Merlin called to her, a smirk growing despite himself. She leaned around Arthur's big boot, nodding when he gestured for her to continue on with her business. Unfortunately, he hadn't fully prepared himself for when Arthur would look at him. His breath caught in his throat, the gasp drawing the attention of the closest knight.

Lancelot peered down at him, squinting as if the sun had begun to shine from within the ground underneath him. Elyan kept a distance, and Merlin knew that he was more focused on danger outside the premises, than he was of the Druids.

Arthur pulled a prudish face, "You're Emrys?"

Merlin scowled, "You're King Arthur?" At the man's affronted scoff, he huffed and turned to walk down the path leading out of the Druid’s camp. "I suppose you've come for my help!” He laughed a mighty 'HA' as he began to make his way in the direction of the lake he'd found a short travel away. He would do just about anything to get the knights away from the magical people, even by being alone with them. “Fortunate for you, the beast has already been slain, you are free to go."

He'd left Camelot before Arthur had been able to confront him for being a magic user. He hasn’t known what would toe the line of execution, and exile was even worse. He left before Arthur had had to make the difficult choice. And now, as much as he pained to consider his closest friend a threat, he cared much more about the children still learning how to control the pebbles they floated in the air.

He'd barely made it to the outskirts of the camp, when large, pincher teeth clamped down on the back of his linen robe. He was pulled back, an all too familiar whinny making him flail his arms around wildly.

"Llamrei!" he scolded, "How many times do I have to tell y-" His eyes darted to Arthur's, finding it impossible to play off the shock on both of their faces. In his fit of annoyance, his gruff and scratched voice had reverted back to his normal one. He brought a hand up to cover his eyes, turning and pretending as if he hadn't ruined everything.

"Oh my..." He distinctly heard Lancelot murmur. "Merl-"

"Quiet!" Arthur shouted, interrupting Lancelot's quiet realization. Elyan gawked, sharing an astonished glance with his friend. The rest of the camp was eerily silent, and Merlin could not bring himself to see if it was because they were alone or not. He had a sneaking suspicion that the Druid's were hidden in places where they could eavesdrop. A thump in the grass let him know that Arthur had dismounted. Llamrei was finally quiet, Merlin cursed her in his head, trying to drown out the steps of the king drawing nearer.

"I am not M-" A hand on his cheek stopped him abruptly, causing his own to fall like the ball of a flail. He drew in a sharp breath when Arthur caught his eye, like waterfalls in the high noon sun. It took Merlin a moment to realize that they were as wet as his own.

"Merlin." Arthur all but gasped, drawing him into a bone splintering embrace. His arms were stuck at odd angles while he was stuck to the king's body, but he knocked his head affectionately against Arthur's, allowing a slight smile for the occasion. He'd relish the affection while it lasted.

"I've missed you." His voice escaped him, albeit muffled from where his mouth pressed against a red cape. He heard the other two knights lead the horses away, leaving them alone without a word.

"Why did you leave?" Arthur sounded incredibly exhausted, and Merlin's observation proved correct when the he slumped slightly, weighing the leaner man down. They collapsed to their knees. The dew of the grass quickly soaking through their clothes.

"I was scared." Arthur hooked his chin over Merlin's boney shoulder.

"That isn't like you, Merls."

"I was scared you'd kill me."

"What?" Arthur drew himself back, looking over Merlin's anxious and crestfallen face, "I would never."

Merlin used his wrists to wipe back the tears flowing down his cheeks, "You don't have to lie to me Arthur, I’m sorry for lying to you. I deserve your anger, and I am prepared to live with the consequences of my actions. Even if I can never come back with you.”

"Oh, shut it, you idiot!" Arthur scoffed. And Merlin startled at the sudden anger laced in his tone. But it was not hatred that fed the outburst, it was just annoyance. Merlin would recognize that look on Arthur any day of the week. Merlin gaped at him, watching in disbelief as Arthur stood and crossed his arms defiantly. "If anything, I should be apologizing to you, apparently! If I truly had you believing that I would hurt you because of something so mindless, then I guess I haven't been as good of a King as you've always surveyed." His gaze softened as Merlin's brows knitted together in disagreement. Arthur kept going, "I would have never allowed them to take you from me, Merlin. Not in a thousand years."

Merlin's bottom lip wobbled, his emotions bubbling over and spilling out like an overflowing cauldron of water. He pressed his palm against his lips, holding back the distress he felt as his walls began to blow up around him. Arthur enveloped him in another embrace, a gloved hand on the back of his head as he pulled Merlin's face down to conceal his vulnerability.

"I thought-" He broke off with a sigh when his throat clenched up in disapproval.

"Do you really think that lying to me would make me love you any less?"

At Merlin's lack of response, Arthur tugged his gloved off, tossing them into the grass. He cupped Merlin's jaw on either side and pulled him closer, so they had mere inches between their faces. He felt the warm span of Arthur's breath across his nose and cheeks. Thumbs ran across his cheekbones, Arthur's eyes looked over his face like a man would a vault of gold. Merlin had definitely caught Gwaine eyeing a piece of pie the same way before. He shivered as Arthur bumped their foreheads together.

"I can't stop doing magic, Arthur. It's who I am." He looked at the king through his eyelashes, waiting for a sign of disappointment. Arthur grinned, his eyes staying blissfully closed as their noses brushed.

"All that matters is that I found you."

Merlin hummed, relaxing his tense hands at Arthur's sides and contentedly pressing back into all of the king's caresses.

Then he added, "And Gwaine is going to owe Percival so much money."

"You really are an absolute clotpole, you dolt." Arthur's breathy laugh hit Merlin's face once more, making him smirk through his mild irritation.

"You can't speak to your king that way, idiot."

"Who do you think you are?" Merlin opened his eyes, leering playfully at the blond. "The king?" Arthur hummed, brushing Merlin's dark hair out of the way. Distantly, he wondered when his identity spell had fallen.

"Just Arthur."

"Just Arthur?" Merlin quirked a brow at him.

"I'll always be your Arthur."

"Even if that Arthur is an unrelenting clotpole?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to make this a moment, Merlin."

Merlin recentered the clasp of Arthur's cape, fingers lingering on the outline of a toned chest underneath. He tilted his head and stepped out of the other man's hold.

"That wouldn't be my Arthur, my Arthur is a grumpy king that hates romance.” He was stopped from distancing himself further by a hand grasping the twine around his own waist. Arthur grinned as he admired the colors.

“I’m not entirely against the idea.”

Merlin scoffed defectively at the man's much too pleased smirk, "Get a hold of yourself, sire!"

Arthur only laughed, pulling him in once again, disregarding the lackluster complaints.

new thoughts for this post

i really want to do an alternating chapter fic.

i’ve already started said fic here.

and it starts with james escaping with harry, and kickstarting an au where harry grows up with his father while voldemort survives halloween night.

BUT

imagine if the even numbered chapters were an au where lily survives. she doesn’t flee upstairs, she RUNS. she takes her son and she doesn’t look back. she thinks james is behind her, but eventually realizes that it was peter chasing her.

and, basically, at the end, the au’s connect in some way. in as close to a happy ending as possible (😬). i don’t want to spoil everything i have planned so far. but i’m so excited lolol.

just— two alternative universes where both parents are single handedly trying to raise their son in a failed world. trying to stay alive when every corner they turn could be the end.

i love them :,) tragically

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! ^_^

link to chapter one

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!

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.

has anyone written a merlin au where arthur finds out balinor is merlin’s father, and that’s how he learns of merlin’s magic?

and i mean only arthur knows. merlin and balinor don’t have a clue.

like balinor starts to get through to arthur, telling him how he can still fix the mistakes that have been made. to do so he shares that he had to leave the love of his life in order to protect her and their son. he had to shield them from the dangers that the anti-magic propaganda had created for him. on the run from hunters who either felt entitled to use his power, or set him ablaze in cold blood.

he describes a town much like the one merlin brought him to once. the woman he speaks of falling in love with someone so similar to merlin’s mother that he sees it.

he notices how merlin and balinor laugh the same, ponder with furrowed brows the same, and how they prefer to eat with their hands instead of utensils.

he connects the dots with a flurry of nightmares. he realizes that merlin has magic in his blood and he’s terrified of what might happen if the truth gets out.

and when balinor dies, he yells in horror. not just because an innocent man was dead, but because it doomed merlin unfathomably. the one man he wouldn’t be able to hold back his own tears for.

and he couldn’t stand to break merlin’s heart with the news. so, when he eventually learns of merlin’s magic, he understands a little more what it takes to make someone lie for love.

cause if they have, let me know 🙏

edit: it seems i may write it myself lol