#I would die for Viktor

[bookwormofmanyfandoms]

since viktor has no last name he can take mine 😉

[sherurose]

I understand now. My place was always here in the lab with you.

[duncanor]

Okay, but I ask this in earnest,

Please do share your thought process in the tags or comments.

[technically-human]

Merthur AU except the crown prince of Camelot is weirdly pro-magic

[paleriddara]

THE LORD HELD ME BY MY NECK, "I WISH THINGS COULD BE DIFFERENT" HE WEPT

[sweetieviktor]

"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.

summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.

word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]

content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!

author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))

whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.

everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.

you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?

so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.

when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.

once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.

you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”

you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.

sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.

he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”

“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.

“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.

you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.

you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?

“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”

“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”

“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

tbh I don’t think therapy would have fixed Jayce and Viktor lmao. maybe would have softened their self-destructive tendencies but there’s no fixing that co-dependent relationship. Heimerdinger Mel and Sky are told “yeah, I can help treat their individual depressions but nothing is gonna reduce their co-dependency. I’m pretty sure separating them makes it a lot worse for not only them but much worse for everyone else. for everyone’s safety I suggest they’re not allowed to be more than a buildings length away from each other and even that is pushing it.” That therapist then quits on the spot cause now they’ve literally seen everything.

It’s like that scene in Brooklyn nine nine where all the physiatrists are observing and talking with Gina but instead it’s a whole crew of therapists and neurologists and physiologists trying to find out how these two men literally mind-melded together. They go to couples therapy but it’s literally just individual therapy held together because why tf not it’s the only way to get them to go.

[nirby-wirby]

THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN RAY “WALKED OUT”??? NO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE RAY WE KNEW AND LOVED WOULD JUST LEAVE??? He was literally so in love with Allison and was so understanding and.

You know what. I’m just gonna choose to believe that the Ray Allison got back was just a Ray from a different timeline and that Reggie fucked with his head because there’s no WAY Ray would just leave

[hamsterbunnss]

Jayce and Viktor taking baths together.

The warm water eases the pain and soothes the sore muscles. They gently massage each other's bad legs after using warming cremes or oils. Jayce starts, his method already mastered. He knows which points to press and rub for comfort that won't hurt Vik. Viktor next, getting the hang of it quickly. Jayce's leg is way more muscular, so there is not just more surface area to work with but also more hardened muscle that needs easing. Jayce thoroughly enjoys every second of it even if some especially tender spots make him wince. After that they do some stretching and exercises. Always gentle and caring with each other, lingering touches and tender looks. When all is done they settle into bed all cozy, warm and bundled up. Jayce gets to be the little spoon, Viktors bad leg draped over him. They're comfortable, they're in love, they're happy.

[chronalshifts]

if jayce and viktor actually end up fighting i hope you’re all prepared for me to become completely insufferable about it

[karta-ri]

your life forever bound to his………………… your blood battling the corruption in his veins……….. hexvampire viktor am i right

[astrugglingacademic]

I haven't seen enough post-canon completely horrified jayvik. This is Viktor's like. Third time dying, WHY WON'T IT STICK. He'd probably be upset he's still around, forced to live after all he's done. And this is Jayce's FIRST time dying, he'd be confused and thankful? In a way? Still clutching Viktor in their cosmic death pose because he can't breathe and doesn't know if this is real.

[shioricain]

So like… what if Mage Viktor just didn’t give Jayce a blue stone…?

[mary-laib]

Me, aroace: I just want to see a platonic relationship between friends that is so strong it transcends the boundaries of friendship

Me when I finally get it: They're fucking

[hyperfixatedbean]

- A love that transcend time and space, “In all possibilities, it’s you”

[boy-of-death]

Truly this is a masterpiece and a love letter for all the jayvik fan after season 2

I can’t even try to explain how incredible this fic is you’ll just have to read it to understand!