#––– ❛ viktor samuels 【 featuring ezra mercer. 】

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viktor : ̗̀➛ mercy

viktor: hey sexy ik u fucking smashed my head open but i wont lie ive been thinking about u since then viktor: lets get this fucking party on the road

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Lost in the moment; maybe relishing in it - maybe into it; theatrical to a fault, must run in the blood considering all that Rosa does - Viktor only broke off into hysterical giggles, half - sob and half something maniacal; call a doctor, honestly - hands further grasping at Mercy's collar. Barely registered what was going to happen, neck craned up, exposed to the sky as they let out guttural sobs like any good, true mourner; all the practice from their imaginary rich husbands' funerals. Barely registered the jar hitting their head when it did happen - glass shattering upon impact, cutting into their skin and falling across the table, "Fuck!" Gasped out - a little breathy, a little hor - no time to make joke as they're tossed forward, hair in Mercy's fists - nose breaking upon contact with the plastic; shard of glass just barely missing Viktor's eye. "Fuck!" More of a yell, this time - fist swinging down onto the table like a baby's fit - further knocking other jars down. They stayed down for a moment - like they had given up; unsuspecting when they lurched forward and toppled over Mercy, pulling them onto the ground together. "Fucking kinky -" Viktor spat - literally, right onto his cheek - a light slap afterwards - and a stronger punch following; somewhere a mother shrieked, covered her child's eyes; they were in public, after all. Family fun day for exactly none, now - wiping blood from a cut on their cheek before wiping it onto Mercy's own, a particular snarl emerging from Viktor's chest. "Are you gonna punch me back or what, fucker? Make it worth my time - fucking better punch hard. Better knock me the fuck out."

The second Viktor started screaming bloody murder, Mercy regretted his display moments before almost immediately. Not because he didn’t like causing mayhem or being a bother, but Jesus Christ, Viktor was so fucking loud. And dramatic. Mercy wasn’t sure what he expected, but just when he thought they couldn’t get any more annoying, they seemed to take it as a personal challenge. Maybe they could read minds, knew exactly what would get Mercy to consider yanking his eyes out of their sockets or shove knives into his ears until they were so damaged he went deaf. “You obviously don’t give a flying fuck about your family if you left them so vulnerable to be fuckin’ murdered. Re-murdered.” Watching jars tumble to their doom, one caught Mercy’s eye - it was nothing but cheap fake dollar store jewels and glitter stuffed inside, but when he caught it automatically, he thought the least he could do was shove it into his jacket and run off with it. Just to be a further nuisance. But Viktor had other plans, crawling across the table and screaming in Mercy’s face, grasping at his shirt, his jacket - it was the first time he felt truly pissed. “Okay, fucking relax.” He spat, hand pushing at the base of Viktor’s neck to ward him off. Mercy hated when people got into his face more than anything - frankly, when anybody invaded his space in general. It made his hackles rise, turning him feral in the worst way possible. So when Viktor chose to ignore his warning, instead continuing to cling at Mercy and his clothing, he reacted in the only way he knew how. Suddenly the jar he’d caught was still in his hand, and then the next second he was shattering it off Viktor’s temple, pushing them back and onto their plastic table. Using their momentary stunned silence, Mercy didn’t feel quite satisfied enough - not until he gripped at their hair and lifted their head, smashing it once off the top of their table. It was just plastic, they’d live. “I said. Fucking. Relax.”

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"Hey sexy," A purposeful half - growl mimicking a Tiktok thirst - trapper's, specifically to induce repulsion, Viktor rounded Mercy's shoulder and clasped tight at the fabric there, practically digging their nails into him. "You know you're my favorite sleazy drug dealer, right? I only shoot up thinking of you - oh, sorry - I'm all better now, healed - limited to pills, maybe blow if I'm feeling fresh, frisky, and freaky - speaking of, you got any on you? Two noses, one dollar bill - fucking, lady and the tramp, if you ask me."

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"Sure took your sweet fucking time," Viktor announced as soon as they'd opened the door to Mercy, hand clasping against the frame to barricade him outside. "Are you fucking other bitches? But the baby's due any minute now - I can't do it alone Mercy! I've no money to my name, no family to support me -" Their lament, slathered in the tone of a forlorn transatlantic farmer girl, bordering on Dorothy, cut off as they decidedly fucked off further into their apartment - cluttered with old art projects that somehow made their way up the stairs leading down to their studio, and stuffy with the smoke they never bothered to open a window for. "You hear Leo's gonna have a fucking kid? And I'm about to have a fucking - stroke, Christ, I'd fucking - kill myself, I think. You want a beer? A friendly joint?"

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Opposing Mercy's distaste - Viktor's own face practically lit up at the sight of the other, tooth jar abandoned as they leaned their elbows against the table. chin propped up. "Love when you fucking - talk dirty to me. Really gets me going." They grinned - shit-eating and begging to be punched - eyelashes batting for extra effect. It was like waving a hand in front of a rabid dog - if Viktor squinted, Mercy vaguely took the form of Old Yeller. Did he have rabies? Maybe not - but the annoyance that echoed out from the man's mouth was enough to egg Viktor on. "D'aw - you noticed my lisp?" Still did not have a lisp. "You're so fucking - observant, Ezra." As far as either knew - nobody else knew Mercy's name, "Can you tell I'm wearing a thong, too? What color?"

Not that Mercy would actually admit to enjoying the farmer's market - as if having interests or anything that made him less than miserable was the equivalent to the black plague coming back into fashion - he did find it one of the few places on the island he could stand being for several moments at a time. Either the people in Marina were all extremely daft, or were just far too trusting, but either way he usually walked away with more than he'd originally been seeking out without even breaking a sweat. Which took away the fun of stealing a bit, but Mercy supposed he was meant to be grateful for that. Eyeing a booth he hadn't previously noticed at any of his visits, Mercy's face immediately pinched in distaste when he recognized Viktor. They were nothing but a major pain in Mercy's ass since arriving to Marina, and it proved in his features that he mostly thought of them as nothing more than the wretched tang of biting straight into a lemon. "You're a fucking moron." He stated, for no real reason other than he could. "I'm not taking your freaky voodoo teeth, if you want to curse me you'll have to be more creative. Are they yours? Is that where your lisp came from?" Viktor didn't have a lisp.

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Their gaze followed Mercy's movements - more curious than miffed. "I'm too fucking - supple and fertile to ask you out first. I know my worth - I may be the loosest fucking bitch in this place - but you have to fight for the honor to bed me, like I'm a fucking - ancient Greek princess, or some shit." Did Greece have princesses? Viktor's thoughts paused at the sound of glass shattering - attention drawn towards the teeth now spread across the ground like magic beans; the brief image of a magic beanstalk sprouting towards the sky - teeth and eyes and limbs reaching for help, begging, as the magic ate them alive to fuel their ascent into the sky shadowing behind their eyelids. "My family!" Viktor wailed back, suddenly - their own screeching almost overlapping Mercy's, body thrown against the table as they heaved out a forced sob. "That was my family! All that's left of them was their fucking teeth!" Their fist pounded across the plastic table - other glass jars shaking in place, a few slipping off the edges and meeting the displaced teeth on the ground; shards littering at their feet and the distinct smell of formaldehyde wafting up. "How could you do this? You're a fucking monster!" Voice laced with terrible pain - their body jerked up from the table to lunge at Mercy's - hands grasping at their shirt, at their collar - at the lapel of their jacket as sudden tears streamed from Viktor's eyes. "How could you be such a cruel-hearted cvnt, you murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" They only grew more frantic, yells becoming louder as they forced back the smallest shit-eating smirk from their features to let out another sob.

“Yeah, I can tell. Gonna ask me out yet or is hard to get your thing?” A stoic expression to match a statement void of any sort of emotion. With Viktor’s attention off of the tooth jar - at Mercy’s expense, but. Semantics - he took it upon himself to lift up the… decoration? Honestly, Mercy still wasn’t fully convinced it wasn’t a cursed object Viktor was trying to dump on the sucker that fell for it. “I have ears that work -,” Realization hit as Mercy computed a second too late that Viktor had used his legal name. One that Mercy hadn’t even used or said out loud since he’d arrived to Marina. He had half a mind to check if Viktor had somehow stolen his wallet and was now using whatever knowledge they could get their hands on to their advantage, but Mercy wasn’t even sure if he still owned legal ID. “You’re a terrible flirt.” With a careless roll of his wrist, Mercy let the jar fall out of his hand, watching with satisfaction as glass and teeth scattered the pavement around them. “My bad. You know me, fuckin’... butter fingers over here! I’d stay to help clean up but. Being around you brings the voices back. The voices, the voices!” Throwing his head back, Mercy let out what could only be described as a mix between a cat’s yowl and a monkey’s shriek. Either way, it was loud and obnoxious. “I can’t stop the transformation - my Dr. Jekyll side craves blood!” And then like nothing had transpired in the past few seconds, Mercy dropped the act, features returning to their normally sullen expression.

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viktor: [...] viktor: you gave me a 2nd concussion on top of a concussion i already fucking had viktor: didnt even press charges cos im a grown fucking man viktor: if anything u owe ME dinner

mercy: ok mercy: [...] mercy: why are you so insistent on this dinner mercy: this is assault

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viktor: can my dick be out during it? viktor: i need it for a fucking dare man viktor: [...] viktor: i need you, mercy. carnally. viktor: i'm 2/3 away from being a winner viktor: ill buy u fucking dinner

mercy: why in the name of god mercy: would i want to see your dick mercy: if you killed yourself on camera that'd be more up my alley as long as you do a flip as well