I love your hair, Viktor!
Thank you. It is âgiving,â no? Jayce taught me some new Piltover slang and I believe it will help to, eh, âaura farmâ from potential investors.

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I love your hair, Viktor!
Thank you. It is âgiving,â no? Jayce taught me some new Piltover slang and I believe it will help to, eh, âaura farmâ from potential investors.

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Did you like Isha altogether?
I like the concept of Isha. But I don't like her use in Season 2. It felt cheap to me. Like giving a Jinx unnecessary and OOC motivation.
I've written her in fics in a better fashion, imo of course.
I would have enjoyed the character more if Arcane had more seasons and we could seen her connection to Jinx grow more slowly and not just as a death flag.
Hey, I remembered you saying that you'd like asks for prompts. I won't have time to write as much and between the main fic and the 2 other ones that I plan on publishing after Caught Offside (and another idea for a 3 chapter short story...), I REALLY can't start anything else đŤŁ
But I had an idea and idk if it'd be your thing.
Basically a Campaign modern AU where Mel runs for office and Sevika is the head of security. I just imagined the long nights, the close quarters and yeahhh đ
Your Guiding Hand, Your Final Decider
Candidate!Mel x Bodyguard!Sevika
A/N: Rubbing my hands like a fly, ouuu this is gonna be so good! AND YOU FINALLY GAVE ME AN EXCUSE TO USE A SLEEP TOKEN LYRIC FOR A TITLE!
Content Notice: Fluff, Politics (US-based), Gun Mention, Attempted Stabbing (non-detailed), Break-In Mention, slow-burn, makeout, confessions, mentions of real-world typical bigotry (non-graphic).
art by the talented @olga_snow!
read on ao3â˘
Oluwamelanie Medarda knew running for senator was going to be hard. She just didn't know how hard. Her opponents would stop at nothing to see her dragged through the mud and ousted before she'd even made it onto a ballot. Ads ran for weeks calling her every manner of extremist, soft on crime, and, among other things, "too soft to handle the job".
But Mel wasn't just a fox; she was the wolf. And in politics, while men threw their weight around and postured, she held a quiet strength that cowed her enemies and attracted stronger allies. While she worked out of her own office, bought with her own money from her countless successful startups, her competitors were playing into the hands of any corporation that shelled out enough coin. Mel wasn't "pure" by any means, but she was principled, and that gave her the edge.
When it came down to four months before the election date, her enemies got desperate. hate mail sent to her house, the local law enforcement sticking to her like glue, and commentators digging up any dirty laundry they could find on her.
It was at this point that her aide, Elora, had begged her to put up her pride and finally hire a damn bodyguard.
Sevika Jaghai had been independent for a while. The money wasn't the best, but she loved what she did. Stationed outside Babettes, a gentlemen's club that only attracted the best-behaved clientele, gave her purpose. After all, it had only gotten that way thanks to ten years of her watchful eyes and heavy fists.
She took on other assignments on her off nights, such as guarding a bank or a bachelorette party, but lately, she needed better jobs. Ones that paid better than keeping her out of the red every month.
When the offer came in for the Mel Medarda's campaign, Sevika accepted without delay. This was the chance to get some better business while helping a cause she somewhat believed in.
It probably helped that a ridiculous amount of zeroes came attached to the offer, probably more money in one place than Sevika had ever seen in her life.
Her first day on the job wasn't easy. A loser with a knife took that day to brute force his way into the restaurant where Mel stopped for an appearance. Sevika immediately locked onto him, and in a quick maneuver, the asshole was on the ground, restrained while 911 was dialed.
Mel, though shaken, looked up at her new hire with gratitude. Maybe Elora had a point.
From there, Sevika was promoted to head security. Not a single paparazzi or rag columnist could get a decent photo of Mel where Sevika didn't loom behind her, glaring directly at the camera as if to say, "try it. I dare you." During news appearances, she lingered backstage, scanning her surroundings with purpose.
One horrible night, there'd been a close call: At Mel's office, a man held the front desk at gunpoint. Authorities had been called, but they wouldn't arrive in time. The perp made his way up to Mel's office and Sevika, thinking fast, pulled the two into a janitor's closet, shushing the younger woman with a heavy palm over her mouth.
They were trapped there for hours, deathly silent until a taser went off and the man was dragged out. Breathing a sigh of relief, Mel finally let her shoulders sag under the weight of the past year, every attack, online mob, hateful commentator, and now assassin. She cried into Sevika's shirt, a black tee with her campaign's emblem on the right side.
Sevika wasn't shaken up in the slightest, having dealt with scares like this before and often being the one to put her clients back together with a warm, heavy hug,
So she held Mel, dragging her palm up and down her narrow back until the tears subsided. When Mel pulled back, her face was puffy and a little snotty, and she let out a wet laugh over what a mess she probably looked like. But Sevika didn't judge, not at all.
When Elora finally found them in the closet, she said nothing, handing Mel a tissue as the two scrambled out, aware of how the situation probably looked.
The story, of course, made it to the press, and Mel, though disturbed, wasted no time weaving the ordeal into the narrative of her campaign: a black woman trying to turn things around for the working class of her state being targeted by every manner of vile establishment monster available. It worked. Her ratings were already impressive, but now? They skyrocketed, with voters all over her state turning out in full support.
That also meant more professional danger. As a form of caution, she started a strict diet of pre-packaged meals, wore shades and caps more often, and handed her phone to Elora at night so as to prevent seeing the online vitriol lying in wait for her. Sevika was, of course, attached to Mel's hip at every debate, interview, and photoshoot.
She also stayed in with her as her hours at the office became later and later. Mel sat on landlines, red pen cap between her perfect teeth as she plotted out strategy, appearances, spending goals, and other such work that would make a normal person's eyes glaze over. But to Mel? This was her battlefield.
Even such a fearsome general as she grew tired, and when her head nodded off, Sevika draped a blanket over her shoulders and propped a pillow under her head. She tried to ignore the little flutter in her chest as Mel's typically calm and collected exterior gave way to a weary half-smile and faint snores.
Sevika took stock of the ramen and salad containers piling up in the waste bin and proceeded to come to work every night with tiffins of boti curry, sakinalu, and roti. Mel was touched, and as Sevika turned to stand outside the door, she invited the older woman to share it with her.
From then on, late-night food and campaign strategy became a sacred space. The weariness of forced smiles, debates, appearances, and overseeing her well-oiled team melted away as the two shared stories, bites of plantain and ladoo, and accidental touches that left their faces warm and a growing question of "what is this" sitting in the back of their minds. In the daytime, the distance was professional, smiles guarded, and eyes watchful. But when night fell and even the most ambitious intern left, the distance closed, and they fell into place at each other's sides, fingers foxtrotting over each other's skin in benign brushes.
One month till the election, and the close contact of their shared nights kept Mel sane. After a break-in at her high-rise, Mel stayed the night at Sevika's, telling herself it was just once and she'd be back to her penthouse in the morning. She couldn't bear to make Sevika take the couch, despite the older woman's handwaving, so the two ended up in the armchairs instead. When Mel woke, however, she found herself in bed and Sevika wrapped in a sleeping bag on the floor.
I'm curious, what are some of your favorite Timebomb headcanons?
Iâm so sorry for this beyond late response; I really donât know what to say other than Iâm sorry.
I know my answer isnât going to be âworth the wait,â but I still hope you (and others) find it interesting. Please bear with me and my somewhat incoherent thoughts as my love for these two has destroyed my brain.
Also, my answer is beyond long, but that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone.
My Favorite Timebomb Headcanons
Theyâre both bi.
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Theyâre always touching one another. Not so much in an inappropriate way (though they can get too handsy in public); this is more holding hands, cuddling, using each other as a cushion, etc.
When theyâre bored or preoccupied, they'll start âfidgetingâ - Ekko plays with Jinxâs hair, while Jinx plays with Ekko's hands.
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Jinx doodles on Ekko pretty much all the time, while Ekko straight up writes on Jinx - specifically notes and reminders to himself.
Basically, Ekko will already be in bed and suddenly he'll get idea for a project but doesnât want to get up or he suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and has to immediately write down his thoughts before he forgets them and well, Jinx is right there.
Jinx honestly only minds this when Ekko wonât let her wash off because he needs to figure out what he meant when he wrote down âhextech cheese sandwich solution to dogsâ at 3am and obviously it being on her left shoulder is essential to figuring it all out.
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Jinx bites. Not so much in a sexy, bedroom kind of way (though yes, obviously that too); she just sees Ekko and has to go chomp.
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Ekko is slightly insecure about his height, which makes zero sense to Jinx. Seriously, what is he even talking about? Ekko is the perfect height â heâs within reach of her kisses (and bites).
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Jinx really, really, really loves Ekkoâs arms and hands.
His whole everything does it for her; but boy, oh boy, does she have a thing for his arms and hands, especially his hands. The amount of self-control Jinx has when it comes to Ekkoâs hands is truly something to behold.
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Jinx runs cold while Ekko runs hot.
Jinx always wants to cuddle with Ekko in the winter because heâs her personal space heater and Ekko always wants to cuddle with Jinx in the summer because sheâs a living ice cube. The two of them like to complain, but they're not fooling anyone; they love every second of the other clinging on to them.
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Jinx runs hot while Ekko runs cold.
Jinx gets uncomfortably warm, so she really enjoys being cold. Unfortunately, thatâs quite rare for her nowadays due to her body producing its own shimmer; her body temperature is now basically someone with a deadly fever.
Ekko on the other hand easily gets cold and he absolutely hates it; so, he's not exactly mad at Jinx becoming a living furnace.
Iâm honestly torn between these two versions and the vibes vs. 'evidence' backing them up. But does it really matter? At the end of the day one of them runs cold while the other runs hot and they balance each other out perfectly.
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The Firelightâs truly love Ekko; they're beyond thankful to him and everything he's done for them. So, despite the fact that many of them hate Jinx and want nothing more than for her to be gone (dead), they are willing to accept her because Ekko loves her.
Some of them will never forgive nor make peace with Jinx, but theyâre willing to coexist with her; while others are willing to get to know her and even befriend her.
Itâs not easy for any of them but for Ekko, they'll do it and as time goes on it becomes less of a struggle to accept Jinx.
Iâm a huge fan of Jinx being accepted by the Firelights not because they actually accept her (at least at first) nor because theyâre such wonderful, good people, but because they love Ekko. Heâs their savior and guiding light and they want him to be happy and Jinx makes him happy - so, of course they'll do it.
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Jinx absolutely has a praise kink; she adores being praised and complimented in bed and Ekko has no problem indulging her.
I donât have a single doubt about this. This is just fact.
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New Server Boy (pt. 2) đ˝ď¸
part 1
Summary: Mel hires a new server at her mother's restaurant, and he catches the eye of both her and the line cook, Viktor. Soon enough they both find themselves in a game of grabbing his attention, betting on which way he swings.
Ship: Meljayvik
Tags: SFW, suggestive, some plot, Jayce is puppy-eyed and blushes like a princess. no smut đĽš
Word Count: 2.3k

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Will silco be getting his own blog soon
well The Man Himself do ya wanna answer?
It's not likely. I don't have much interest in the internet. If I come forward at all, it's usually as a steadying presence through a trigger, or some extra patience to braid hair.
I appreciate the question. But I've seen how I am...the object of sentiments I'd....rather avoid in general, let's say, on the platform. And I'm only inclined to show patience to my daughter. It's best I remain on the sidelines in this.
An avarage day with yandere Jinx:
Darling:"hey so...how about a game. If I win, you let me go. If you win, I do whatever you want for the whole week, no complaint"
Jinx:*thinking about it*:"a month"
Darling:*desperate* "ok fine. I need 2 glasses of water for the game, thats all"
Jinx:*brings the water*"next"(she is just enjoying her darling talking to her honestly and is confident in her skills that she is going to win)
Darling:"you have to copy my movements in order to win. If you cannot copy all of them, you lose" *moves the glass to the right*
Jinx:*moves the glass to the right*
Darling:*moves the glass to the left*
Jinx:*moves the glass to the left*
Darling:*moves the glass in front of hernself*
Jinx:*moves the glass in front of hernself*
Darling:*picks up the water*
Jinx:*picks up the water*
Darling:*drinks about a quater of it*
Jinx:*drinks about a quater of it*
Darling:*spits the water down because she only pretended to swallow the water*
Jinx:(she already swallowed the water) "THATS CHEATING TOOTS."
Darling:"game is game"
Jinx:"perhaps a game of cat and mouse will help you take your words back"
anon, you donât understand how much i love this đ i keep going back to read it bcs it makes me laugh too much.
the idea that you and jinx are just constantly arguing over childish things like this (not so childish when all you want to do is escape) is so on brand
itâs actually got similar vibes to a yandere!jinx draft i have which is another reason why i live for this. weâre on the same wavelength đââď¸
Hopefully vi ate Cait as sloppily as she did at jerichos
đś âIâm thinking of you while Iâm up here higher than God.â