thehalfofmylife
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Random one shots that keep coming to mind
Someone asked me for it, so here it is.
(It is marked as complete but I will be uploading chapters every X time)
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24 Jun 2026
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honey, honey by notquitegucci (notquiteguchi)
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
24 Jun 2025
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“So, run it by me one more time.”
Vi paced the length of the room with her chin pinched firmly between her fingers. She had been tracing a wide oval on the floor, her boots clanking heavily with every step. They had been over the plan several times already, Viktor lamented soundlessly, but he understood her nerves. Ekko, who was busy spinning himself in one of Viktor’s office chairs, slowed to a stop with an exaggerated groan, dragging the toe of his shoes along Viktor’s floor. “Vi, how many more times are you gonna make us—”
“Until it’s perfect, Ekko.” Vi interrupted brusquely. “Everyone needs to be on the same page about what they’re doing, where they’re supposed to be, and what we’re after. We’re not gonna get another shot at this for months if we fail.”
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OR: The kids from Zaun have a plan—find whatever Jayce Talis has been working on and steal it. The Progress Day Gala is the perfect opportunity to do so. The only issue? Viktor has to attend to "present" his research to Heimerdinger. He should be in and out quickly—just long enough to get Vi into place and dip. If all goes smoothly, he'll never have to interact with Jayce Talis at all. Simple, right?
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- Part 1 of lay all your love on me (verse)
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24 Jun 2026
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“Viktor?” Cautiously, he approached the bushes. Worried he might be startling an animal instead. However, as he brushed away the branches and leaves, what he found was something he could have never predicated.
Sitting behind the bushes, wide-eyed in confusion and fear, was a boy. He seemed rather young. Around nine or ten years old. Dark, wavy hair and amber eyes. Pale-skinned. Thin and bony. His naked body covered by a remarkably familiar blue blanket. And within his small hands he was clutching a large staff as if his life depended on it.
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23 Jun 2026