yall so K/DA member! Reader whos a mage with really cool powers with Crystals and shit (like kai’sa’s design in K/DA’s video POP/STARS) and one day while the group is preforming at a concert and its their ending song and in this one reader uses their powers for performance purposes creating crystals for lighting effect
I like to think Mages are chill in that universe and thats why technology is so beyond the time and set in a more modern time
But then randomly once the song ends some weird shit goes on with the crystals and reader accidentally goes into the void and comes back out but not in the runiterra that theyre used to but rather Arcane.
And depending on what reader can get close to the people of zuan or piltover, for their “unusual” style, makeup, and the language(s) they know besides (whatever the “official” language is but im not just gonna say english bc the writing is actually not english)
I feel like if they sided with zaun they could be good friends with jinx jamming out to music, and teaching her to dance, or working with Ekko and helping the kids there learn how to sing/dance
If they sided with Piltover i can see them becoming a popstar once again singing in town square and shit becoming popular FAST and even maybe teaming up with jayce and Viktor, having them sort of experiment learning about their magic.
Even though reader is in a new world i do see them being able to either make or have someone make clothing that they would usually wear baxk at home for preforming at least.
And after one year i see that reader has this sort of anniversary in where their clorhing is that if a mix-match of the other members looks.
Like Ahri’s thigh high boots and white miniskirt , Kai’sa’s cannon wings and earings, akali’s signature silver jacket with the purple four arm design and gloves, Evelynn’s black top with glasses.
Idk just a fun concept im thinking of, yall can use it, as many as any want to, public domain
summary: Jinx’s bomb go boom, Viktor holds his lover in his arms(very remenicent of another oneshot i did ;) )
“My days here are numbered. But Ive come here with Viktor, my partner along side his partner both Zuanites; With one final proposal.”
Councilor Talis looked over to his partner who sat next to him. The slavic man hunched over sickly clutching his crutch with a gloved hand. The man was hesitant, but when the familiar feeling of a hand on his shoulder rubbed in support, he spoke,
“Jayce has brokered a peace with silco.”
Their heads cocked to face him completely. A bit stunned at the idea.
“In exchange for the undercity’s independence.”
Then there were multiple gasps.
“What?! Nonsense! We have procedures-…”
The world zoned out between all of them. Each councilor jumping out of their chairs, spilling cups of wine, papers sent flying in the midst of their rage. Angry as to what has become of the two scientists.
This went on for hours. Until finally a hand rose.
“I support councilor Talis’ proposal for peace.”
Mel Madarda spoke up. Slipped off the ring she wore to be closer with her past. One after another the others begrudgingly, but surely rose their hands, lights illuminating their figures one by one in agreement.
The two men looked at each other with grateful faces. Viktors partner letting out a breath they held through practically the entire ordeal. The brunet looked up to them with a smile, placing his hand over theirs. “Its okay..we’re going to be fine.”
“Youre right” they agreed, whispering back. But the celebration was cut short. The calm before the storm.
The next thing he knew, Viktor was blown halfway across the room. Under a chair he was-but not without struggle-able to push off him.
“Wha-…hgrn!-“ he was sore, a head injury for sure, but nothing else really except for a few bruises and cuts. He felt the blood run down the side of his face-touching it before he realized.
“[Name]!”
He cried. Everyone still on the floor, most dead, some unconscious and injured.
“[Name]! Where are you?!” He cried getting up, limping using rubble to support himself. Until he caught a glimpse of the ring they bore.
“[Name]…” he mumbled to himself. Pushing himself as fast as he could to get to his lover.
“Hngrn..” was all that came out. The blast lasted merely seconds bur felt like an eternity.
“My-my love please-“ He knelt before them moving hair from their face. “моя любовь?…” he mumbled again after placing their head in his lap, feeling blood ooze, surely staining his pants.
“My-my legs-hhgn-“ they barely were able to murmur. Looking where they gestured he gasped horrified. Their legs crushed under rubble and losing to much blood. “Viktor-“ they groaned in pain.
“Shsh-save-save your strength моя любовь, just keep your-your eyes open and pay attention to my voice” he sobbed. Cradling them in his lap.
“SOMEONE HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED!” A familiar voice yelled hoarsely.
Jayce
“Jay-Layce!-“ Viktor tried to yell, Jayce ignored. Jayce tried banging on the door calling for help. It practically was no use.
“Vi-Viktor..” they managed to get out.
“Yes? Stay away my love. Focus on me-my voice.”
Tears streamed down his face landing on the dirtied cheeks of his love. Stroking their hair and holding their hand has much as he could to pay attention. Mumbling they were going to be alright, more so to himself.
A weak smile rested on their lips reaching with their free hand. “Viktor..”
“Its gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay”
“Viktor…”
“Just like we planned we were going to be okay”
“Viktor.”
He stopped mumbling to himself and paid attention to them and their words.
“im..im not going to make it.” They said, cupping and caressing his cheek.
“Dont-dont say that” he cried, “dont say that-please dont say that-please”
His lover cried silently, their tears getting mixed up with his own. They sobbed a few times, but managed to keep it together for him.
“Im not going going to make it. Its okay Viktor, you will be okay.”
His grief overpowered him shutting his eyes as he sobbed. “Stop please. You cant go-I-I love you..”
“I know Viktor..I know”
“I may not see the world you’ll create but I do know hou will be loved by others too Vik..”
“I love you, I love you, I love you, please dont go.”
“I have to let go Vik”
“Please”
“I love you Viktor…”
“I love you too, please dont leave”
“Goodbye viktor…”
Their hand that was on his cheek began to fall. He caught it, keeping it there. Holding it as if it was his life line. Stroking it like they were still alive.
It was still warm.
He begged for them to open their eyes, crying, wailing for them to say they’re alright waiting for a response that was not going to come.
He let out a loud cry. Grabbing their body hugging it tightly, stroking their hair. He was in denial. The poor man. Losing everyone dear to him, first his parents, then Sky, now His beloved [Name]. He couldn’t just get a break.
The first time they met was merely coincidental. As children playing by the river at the border, not even speaking a word to each other. Then again as teens in the same place, moving in together when he got invited to study in Piltover. The years going on and on, as did their love.
He asked them to marry him. And they promised, they promised after they were able to treat him. And if they couldnt, then they would marry on his death bed.
But now they couldnt even do that.
To back up. When the bomb hit. [Name] pushed him away from it as far as they could, using themself as a shield to protect him.
The doors were slammed open by first responders. Taking out everyone they could. Two men picked up Viktor by his arms to get him to safety, away from the death and destruction. He yelled, thrashing to get away as much as he could. It was no use. Two others went to go to [Name]’s body. Trying to find a pulse. And through his tears he saw one shake their head ‘no’
And at that moment he knew. He would never, ever have a weakness again.
Warnings:Mentions of animal death (not graphic). Generally upsetting content regarding death, disease, and mentions of blood.A good amount of angst.
Word Count: 9.5k
A/N: First and foremost, thank you to @watercolourdreamerfor editing the last two chapters and generally being amazing - I’m forever in your debt for the amount of help you gave me. They’re an angel, and they helped make this story what it is- not to mention, they’re an incredibly talented writer, so make sure to check out their work!
I also wanted to clarify that this is not the last chapter! There will be a few more, so hang in there! And lastly, I want to thank everyone for your support on this story. It means the world to me! If you’re so inclined, comments are a lovely means of inspiration, and I appreciate them endlessly. With that being said, enjoy!
Even after the winter holiday ends, the bitter cold continues on. You find yourself very grateful for the blanket you’d made as the chill slowly stretches itself over your surroundings, burying everything in ice and frost.
Soon,you find yourself thinking. Just hold on a little longer, and then you’ll feel the sun on your face, watch the lunar blossoms bloom, and maybe even plant some lobelias with Viktor in the soft spring dirt.
Okay. Jeez. Ahh. This. Jams, you kicked it out of the park.
The prose is utterly poetic with such striking, evocative imagery, and the nature motifs alluding to themes of life, death and rebirth? Mary Shelley and the Brontë sisters would be proud. Immensely so.
Okay, but can we also talk about these three paragraphs?
You’d tried to convince yourself that you wouldn’t be afraid when this day came, but you are. You really are.
You’re terrified.
More than you’ve ever been. This is utter panic, and there’s nothing like it. The fear your mother or father tried to drill into you might as well be a pinprick of fear compared to the freely bleeding terror you’re feeling now.
Firstly, impaled the angst right into and through my chest. I’m dead. But that’s okay. Secondly, what a superb way to build upon how fear was described by them in part two; an almost religious fear of death that’s indoctrinated into you from birth. Then use that context to juxtapose the sense of abject horror they’re feeling right now. Ahhh. My heart.
Thirdly, the pacing of the sentences — from long to jarring fragments and building length again to their final epiphany— elicits a disquieting cadence to the internal maelstrom of their emotions as they truly process and realise the gravity of their situation.
I doff my hat to you Jams. You have excelled in achieving what you set out to do. I’m so damn proud of you.
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If you haven’t already, please read the rest of Jams’ works. They’re such a talented, assiduous writer who constantly awes me with their dedication to their craft.
