#although for Viktor it's because of his bad leg

[pastelnightgale]

The way both Viktot and Jinx liked building things when they were younger.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

jayvik x reader plsplsplsplspls

YESYESYEYSYEYSYEYS

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Everyone in piltover knows the three of you. Known for his attitude and sarcastic approach, viktor was usually the one people were cautious talking to. He may look small, too, but he was hiding a hell of a punch behind his bony body. Jayce is like sunshine on legs. Everyone loves talking to jayce, and he takes care of the business that he prefers you and viktor need not worry about. But he too is hiding something, jayce is absolutely terrifying when he's got a reason to be. Although he looks like a teddy bear, he could tear a man apart with two fingers and walk away smiling. So he's a guard dog.

And you are their loving and doting partner of 2 years. You are a scientist, but you have long since taken a break after an explosion shattered your arm. You haven't been able to work on much since. You started dating viktor and jayce a little bit after they joined together as partners In the hextech project.

They indoctrinated you into their duo and took pride in knowing they could take care of you, and secretly, after a short time of being your small trio, it was jayce who announced he had feelings for you. At first, you didn't know what to say back because you did indeed like him too, but you liked viktor as well.

And so you proposed to them the idea of a poly relationship. And like children who had been offered stacks of candy, they immediately smiled happily and nodded. And since then, your life has been peaceful and perfect alongside your partners.

You were taking a stroll through the square as three. Despite the fact that jayce had a meeting to get to, he would not rush viktor as he walked slowly beside him. Rather, he enjoyed walking at this pace in comparison to the constant speeding down the halls that the other councillors always seemed hell bent on doing.

"It would be nice to get lunch, don't you think?" Jayce turnt to look at you both.

You nodded. "I agree that would be lovely"

Viktor shrugged his thin shoulders. "Yes, that would be." his sentence was interrupted by a harsh cough into his handkerchief. "Lovely indeed"

You and jayce looked at each other worriedly. "Are you alright, vik? We can go home if you would like?" Jayce stopped the three of you and put his hand of viktors shoulder.

His hand engulfed his bony shoulder, and your brows raised still shocked at just how large jayce was. It's quite terrifying when he stands up straight.

"You need not worry about me, jayce. I am okay" viktor nodded.

"Perhaps it may be best if we go sit down somewhere," you stated.

"Sounds like a bad idea, love, viktor's bony butt might hurt when he sits down" jayce chuckled at his own joke.

Viktor glared at his partner. "Remember, i might be sick, but I am not weak. I will fight you talis, "

That made you laugh.

[kari-go]

This was so much fun :D

They will change ofc. Mostly just Marinette and Chris get buffer xd

btw, the body birthmarks' placement was random.

Ramblings under cut

Marinette

Marinette has a typical teen girl body type. I don't think that her legs and arms would be weak tho. She helps around in the bakery and has to keep up with Kim. Sometimes she even runs with him in the morning (he takes a slower pace ofc).

She does have neat handwriting when she isn't in a rush, which doesn't happen that often honestly. Sometimes her notes are readable sometimes not, it's a gamble. She tries to make them look nice tho, she has a few highlighters she uses constantly.

Chris

Chris has a sort of hourglass shape. I always drew him as slender and like. Why did I do that. It's a crime that I haven't drawn him chubby like of course he will be. Mf sits around all day and goes on a walk sometimes like bruh. Other than that he has really veiny hands, another thing he got from Arthur along with his baby face lol (although, Arthur’s veins are even more prominent, so much they're kinda concerning). I like how I drew them :]. The baby face is not gonna change soon unless he stops transforming which he definitely won't do. Btw, despite being the weakest of the trio as a civilian, he's actually the strongest while transformed (with the lion ofc)

As for his handwriting, it's not bad. Sometimes he squishes the words together to not waste space and it ends up not being readable.

Stephan

He's already pretty athletic, he used to do competitive gymnastics and ice skating in his free time. Used to, he sprained his wrist (mostly out of stress and to occupy his mind to keep him from thinking about Viktor,,,, it's just.. a thing he does). Then they moved to Paris anyway, so he just stopped completely. He gained a little weight so he started running in the morning, to also get to know the city better. He also starts going to the gym with Kim after a while. His freckles are mostly on his face and neck

Surprise, his name is Štěpán lol. Would Štefan/Stefan be more fitting? Yes, but I like Štěpán more. Anyway, his handwriting is really neat, he's left-handed btw (idk just vibes). His notes are also nicely organized so he's the one to go to out of the yellow group if you need them.

Alya

Alya, my girl, I love her. She doesn't do much physical activity, she usually just sits around doing something on her phone or laptop. But after The Butterfly appears she starts running around more, to get the footage for Ladyblog. Her stamina gets so good omg

Her handwriting is not that bad. It honestly depends on the day and mood, sometimes she can't even read it herself xd

Chloe

Chloe is another athlete, she did gymnastics, track running, ice skating and sometimes ballet and fencing. Her legs are so powerful you have no idea. I know that's a lot of sports and her grades reflect that which is why she needs a tutor. She stopped ice skating, fencing, and ballet when she was younger and now she just does them for fun, when she gets the time ( ,,, she honestly doesn't lol). But now she also quit the other ones as she went into lycee because her grades were too bad and Andre put his foot down (he mostly just told her that Audrey would be disappointed oof). Btw, Aurore’s mom was her ballet teacher :) definitely no rivalry there 

She writes in cursive? She does, to make herself stand out and appear fancy. It does look fancy but she focuses on that too much so sometimes she doesn't write everything down :/

Kagami

My girl is BUFF. Her main focus is on fencing, which is how she met Chloe :D. She has a private gym wherever she lives, so she trains there. She also has an interest in archery and sometimes ice skating so she does that but also just regular sparring. But again, her main focus is fencing, she's already one of the best but she can be better. Her freckles are mostly on her face (her nose to be specific) and are more sparse on her body

Her handwriting, like everything else about her, is bold.

Lila

What do I say about her? She cares about her appearance a lot and she knows she's pretty. She exercises at home but also goes to the gym sometimes (she has to watch out for her asthma tho). Her self-control fails when it comes to sweets but it goes to her thighs mostly which she doesn't mind as much. Her tummy and fingers annoy her tho

Pretty handwriting. She tries to make her notes pretty but gets so occupied with that, that she doesn't even pay attention to the lesson and just the appearance (wow really subtle lol)

Nino

He's the least athletic out of the three besties, he doesn't even try to catch up anymore xd. He can barely run a lap (same tbh). 

His handwriting takes up space and is sometimes unreadable. That's not really an issue because he remembers stuff more by listening so he doesn't take notes. He just looks at Marinette’s (or Stephan’s after they meet) if he needs to.

Kim

Another athletic fella. He does track running and swimming. He did track sooner than swimming but he likes swimming more and wants to focus on it (it's also how he and Ondine met). And like I mentioned before, he runs in the mornings and then starts going to the gym with Steph. So yeah, another strong legs lol

His handwriting takes up SO much space. He goes through so many notebooks, it's also not that readable xd and it's not like he can focus on the study sessions with Nino and Marinette, they usually just end up playing UMS3. (he always loses if you're asking)

Juleka

Jules! She's pretty thin. She walks around a lot and forgets to eat sometimes. Especially when she's studying. Her collarbone is really prominent, she also has bony hands.

Her handwriting is small, sometimes unreadable

Luka

He has a belly button piercing!!!! (very important information imo) That's it. bony hands also

His handwriting is shit. You will not understand half of the stuff (unless you're Juleka).

Sabrina

Just an average teen girl's body, she exercises at home at least once a day.

The best person to go to for notes. So nice, so readable, so neat

Alix

Her legs are strong, she just flies around all day. She skates to school every day (which is like 45 mins on foot). Then she goes to a skate park or a roller skating rink.

Her handwriting is somehow worse than Luka's, like it's completely unreadable, just cat scratches.

Mylene

She loves walking around, just taking in the atmosphere and nature

She has really small handwriting, the words look lonely on the page

Max

He sits around a lot but he makes sure to exercise to make sure his body is healthy. He also watches his diet.

His handwriting is the best out of the class but his notes look less nice than Sabrina’s. He always writes down his full name

Rose

She has a hard time gaining and maintaining weight (even if we ignore her allergies) so she eats a lot and doesn't exercise much. Her chronic cough also doesn't help

Her notes are always decorated, there are so many cute drawings and stickers. It's so adorable

Nathaniel

He's a lot like Chris, except he gets forced to do stuff by Alix

He doesn't have the prettiest handwriting. He usually just ends up drawing all over the page

Ivan

His little sister is a back killer, she wants to be on his shoulders all the time.

His handwriting is on the smaller side

Aurore

She did ballet since she knew how to walk. She slowed down a little, wanting to focus on her grades and the weather competition she loses.

Pretty notes, she doesn't use highlighter and decorations that much, just headers

Ondine

Swimmer, she's like a fish. She has pretty wide shoulders. She has freckles everywhere.

Her handwriting is so round and spacey. She has a lot of pretty highlighters. Also her last name is Rosseau :D!

Marc

They don't exercise much, or at all. They like to take a walk when their inspiration is low

Their handwriting is nice, but it can get messy when they're really inspired and just write with no breaks.

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Hurt/Comfort Jayvik Drabble

(can also be read on Ao3)

Spoilers for Season 2 Act 3

His stay in the derelict Piltover has left its mark on Jayce. Both his mind and body have suffered from it, although some injuries are less evident than others. To Viktor, the damage inflicted on his soul is the one that stands out the most. They might be watered down, but the Zaunite has retained some of his peculiar abilities, even now that the Hexcore has been destroyed. They make him more attuned to Jayce’s feelings, especially violent, undesired ones.

This unique connection alerts him when his partner is having a bad nightmare long before he even starts stirring in his sleep. It lets him know when a particular sound or smell brings Jayce back to that horrible cave, to the soul-wrenching dread of being trapped and hurt and alone.

Viktor senses it all: When guilt and self-hatred start weighing on Jayce’s chest, when his mind spirals with what-ifs, when suicidal thoughts attempt to resurface from the pit they’ve been rightfully thrown into. And those crucial insights help him be there for Jayce, just like Jayce is always there for him.

Still, only he can detect wounds of the mind with such keen acuity. To regular people, it is the leg brace that stands out. Viktor can tell. He has been on the receiving end of enough rude or pitying comments and stares to recognize when Jayce is subjected to the same treatment. It never fails to make his blood boil, and he has no qualms about unleashing all of his snark and spite on such inconsiderate individuals to shield his partner from their nosy remarks and questions.

Jayce’s shattered legbone is only the tip of the iceberg, though. So many other things have changed about him; his hair, his beard, the creases on his skin, his eyes, which do not shine as bright as they once did…

Linked together, all these little details weave a tale of what happened to Jayce. They speak of his resilience and strength of character, of how hard he fought to survive.

However, yet another thread is missing from this complex canvas. One only Viktor is privy to.

The red, ugly slash that divides Jayce’s back in two.

This one, he received during the Memorial Ceremony. Before he touched the Arcane. So, associating the injury with his hellish experience might appear farfetched.

Except the wound was still fresh, when Jayce fell into the pit. As for the bandage that covered it, his partner found himself with no choice but to relocate it to his broken leg instead. Leaving the chainsaw-inflicted gash on his back raw, exposed.

And, given the disastrous conditions his partner lived in for months, it healed badly.

Really badly.

Due to the infection and Hexcore corruption Jayce had to battle off, the scar spreads much farther than it should have. Viktor has made rubbing repairing ointments onto it at night a habit. It helps soothe Jayce’s pain, although it will take months, if not years, for it to disappear completely, if it ever does.

In the meantime, Jayce winces when he puts on his clothes, and sleeps either on his stomach or side, but never on his back. Most nights, he sleeps with his head resting on Viktor’s stomach, because for as much he’d love to be the little spoon, to be held in a warm embrace, his suffering body won’t let him. And when they hug, Viktor doesn’t dare wrap his arms too tight around Jayce, for fear he might hurt him.

Not that it stops Viktor from offering him plenty of love and comfort. To make up for all the embraces they cannot share, he peppers kisses across Jayce’s cheeks, whispers the sweetest words in his ear, holds hands with him as they fall asleep… The list goes on and on. Whatever affectionate gesture Jayce might long for, Jayce gets. Simple as that.

Until the pain in Jayce’s back fades. Until he can be held tight again. Until Viktor can be the one resting on his chest instead.

Until wounds of the mind and body alike heal, or at very least, turn less severe.

It's a slow process, but they will get there.

Together.

[eternalera]

in the name of science!!

viktor and jinx are friends and are completing a science project together... although it turns into a gossip session (courtesy of jinx)

1k+ words

"So... are we gonna talk about it?" Jinx leans back in her swivel chair, almost threatening to tip it over and for a second Viktor considers tipping it over himself because of course Jinx mentions it. She never did have any clue what 'personal space' was, or maybe she did and just preferred bothering him. Honestly it could really go either way for her, and for him. The pestering was rather mutual.

He sets down his wrench and pushes the metal object that was previously in his hands aside. They were trying to make an energy generation machine, something that involved the physics of perpetual motion to create energy more easily, but apparently that is going to have to wait.

"Talk about what?" Viktor tilts his head as he turns it to look at her, mocking confusion. Maybe she doesn't even remember, well he could hope at least.

Jinx scoffs, blowing a tuft of blue hair out from her face. "The whole 'Viktor, you're my best friend!' 'Oh, how I couldn't do this without you!' 'I love you so dearly' 'Nothing in the entire world can ever compare to your genius!' " she mocked in a (rather bad) Jayce impression.

"That wasn't a very good impression," Viktor points out. If she's gonna be like this then might as well return the favor

"Pfft- alright-"

"You just vaguely lowered your voice,"

"Alright-"

"I think Vi does it better,"

Jinx got up from her chair and pushed Viktor almost out of his but he caught himself (on his bad leg, whether or not that was on purpose though is a mystery to him).

"Alright, that's enough. We're talking about Jayce here, not my impression of him-"

"Of course not, I could hardly even tell that it was him in the first place-"

"I'm going to push you out of your chair Vik,"

Viktor smiles at her innocently and looks back to their device, touching it as if he were examining it but not actually doing so. He knew what she was talking about. Jinx was convinced he and Jayce had something... a little more friendly going on, to put it into words. Something that he knew not to be true, and something he didn't like entertaining because he knew it not to be so.

"There's nothing to talk about,"

"Really? You could just stand in a dark corner and he'd find a way to praise you for it," Jinx crosses her arms, looking down on him. Viktor opens his mouth to respond before shutting it, he knows that it's the truth because he's practically done it before, giving a speech and then afterwards telling Viktor how helpful it was to have him there as support.

He did nothing the entire time, just watched.

"See! You're not even arguing!"

"Jinx this is due tomorrow we have to get this done-"

"Eh, I'll finish it later," she shrugs it off without a second thought -- typical -- and instead sits on the floor looking up at him smugly. "Anyways let's focus on the main point," she emphasizes.

"There is nothing between us-"

"And my name's Powder," Jinx hisses in retaliation.

Viktor looks at her and narrows his eyes. He might regret what he's going to say next but fuck it. It's nothing that she's not used to by this point.

"Technically it is-" he barely finishes his words before he's tugged down to the floor aggressively with no concern about his leg at all and jinx pointing one of her brightly colored nails in his face.

"Watch it legs,"

Viktor scoffs at the remark. Nothing they haven't said to each other before. She lets him go and he adjusts his seating to something more comfortable.

"You owe me now. Spill, do you find Mr. Golden Boy attractive, and if so why the hell are your standards so low?" It sounds more like a statement than anything. "Because he's attracted to you and at this point I'm gonna start making bets about when the two of you are gonna end up together-"

"That's never going to happen," Viktor says, a little too quickly, but he sees Jinx's confused face and decides that he should give her an answer. "I'm pretty sure that he likes Mel,"

"Mel!?" Jinx half shouts, there's a look in her eyes that makes Viktor regret everything. He just hopes that Mel can survive the constant teasing from Jinx, then again, she is strong. "The one in the debate club? The one on the student council?" She scoffs and this time flicks her hair out of her face. "She is way out of his league,"

Viktor looks at her in disbelief before-- wait.

"Did you just imply that I’m easy?” Viktor stares at her before Jinx shakes her head.

“I just asked you why your standards were so low earlier idiot,” She leans on her hands, placing them behind her back. “I- quit changing the subject!” She hissed leaning forward and slamming her hands down on the floor dramatically.

Viktor sighs and looks away trying to find an excuse when one came to him (and rather conveniently), his phone rang. He picked it up seeing Jayce’s contact, something that Jinx sensed and instantly began trying to grab the phone afterwards. Luckily though he picked up before she could hang up and continue their little session or whatever that was.

“Viktor! I’m so glad that you picked up! I was wondering if you could meet up right now possibly, I have this really cool new idea and I kinda need your help with it,” Jayce spits out rather quickly.

Viktor looks over to Jinx who’s looking over to their project (which she stopped doing) as if it was a reason to get him to stay with her. It’s safe to say that he wasn’t convinced.

“Yeah, I’ll be right over,”

“Yes! Thank you Viktor,”

“Of course, just send me the address,” Viktor hangs up, getting a rather annoyed look from Jinx. “What? He needs my help.” Viktor shrugs as if he wasn’t looking for an excuse to avoid their earlier conversation.

“Uh uh, whatever, I’m finishing it I guess?” she asks, pointing over to it. Viktor nods rushing out the door.

“Thanks!” He calls out.

“No problem, just tell me if anything spicy happens-”

“Nevermind,”

He hears her laughter on the way out the door.

[roz-ani]

With all due f-ing respect, Jayce, VIKTOR WAS DYING? WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING POLITICS?

Like, what I'm trying to do is understand Jayce's point. I don't have or don't know anyone with terminal illness, so I'm aware of the fact I simply do not fully comprehend it. I get the leg part (although I don't think we've ever seen Viktor speaking about it, I believe his character design and, obviously, the boat scene do support this line). It's like when people say: "Why have disabled people in a world where magic exists?". And I understand that a terminal illness could be treated the same way, yet there's still something that icks me about this...

Yes, it was admirable that Viktor didn't give up, but he was prompted by fear and desperation to save himself. To help other people as well, sure, to continue his research and create his own legacy, something to leave behind. And this fear mixed with ambition is what corrupted his dream. It was Viktor's life's mission to help others, and it tuned into an obsession. I kinda think that we didn't explore this enough, and that's why I don't fully see it as part of his character. I know it is, but I wish it was fleshed out a bit more. Also, it would've been nice to see Jayce actually looking up to Viktor, not just supporting and appreciating him as his partner.

Viktor was willing to sacrifice so much to fix what he thought was broken, whether it was something about him or other people. Well, from his perspective, he was indeed helping people as the Herald. Like removing the effects of Shimmer? He refused to sacrifice Vander, so his motives were pure. It's just that his powers happened to be corrupted in the end, and his solution was only an illusion.

And maybe that's the point. That there is no way and no need to get rid of some things. That there's no miraculous way to "fix" them, because they don't mean you're broken, they're not weaknesses. So maybe this is the point, that you accept them. That you accept the pain and the struggle Viktor called pointless. But we did see people suffer, there was indeed a great need to help those living in the undercity. So is the conclusion just the fact that hextech was a bad approach? Was Viktor supposed to accept his fate? Were the characters supposed to look for a different solution? If Viktor had approached his fate differently, if he hadn't seen himself as broken, none of this would've happened... But I don't think we've seen enough of Viktor's negative perception of himself to be his main drive.

I don't know. There's something inside me that just doesn't fully agree with all that. I'd have to read about how Arcane handles disabilities, especially when it comes to season 2. I feel like I understand this to a certain point, but then I lose it...

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - Draco Veritas pt. 2

the image of Draco, shirtless, unknotting the tie at the waistband of his pajama bottoms, branded itself

just because someone has wavy white-blond hair and sculpted cheekbones this really cute way of sucking on a quill

"You know, this casts your desire to see Draco up against a wall into an entirely new light."

He wanted to play with dice. Ron did not want to play dice. It was a stalemate.

he was so beautiful: all that pale hair fired with sunlight, gray eyes bright

the temper tantrum he had thrown over a bad haircut in sixth year was still a legend. People pointed at the scorch marks on the dungeon wall and spoke of the incident in hushed tones.

"But everyone always told my father what wonderful manners I had."

you think I don't care. You think you can push me and push me and push me and I won't break --"

lifted the veiling silvery lashes slowly up over his smoke-colored eyes

for Draco, an oversight as serious as if he'd gone out with no trousers on

But she couldn't. She loved him, she thought,

the best-looking boy in school, who was also rich, who was also popular, who was also captain.

She had decided to love him, because he had saved her, because he was beautiful

had pinched Draco in a very inappropriate place on her way down the hall

Hermione believed him. No one would lie to Draco in the state he was in.

"I put the flames out," said Draco, to whom recollection was returning in rather lurid fragments.

"With a rain of blood,"

"Then all those snakes burst out of the wall. Although they didn't get the attention they deserved, I fear, since everyone was kind of distracted by the wailing chorus of the damned

Draco was more substantial, muscle curving over bones, stomach flat, she could feel every inch of him as he slid down. He rolled casually off her and sprawled on the floor, legs apart

"No. I'm just getting started. I'm considering it as a career. Whining for England."

If I'd dropped it into my lap we'd have a national tragedy on our hands."

the small fat man who had once been his pet rat

the narrow line of pale gold that ran from his navel

sometimes when Draco worked up one of his really blinding smiles, even Ron would look dazzled momentarily

because everyone would be looking at Draco Malfoy anyway

Did you know Malfoys are forbidden on pain of death from wearing powder blue?"

Draco Thomas Hephaestus St. John Vivian Augustus Malfoy, III, Esq.

"Is it true?"

"Yes," Blaise said. "I have seen Draco naked on a number of occasions."

Draco had subsided into a full-on sulk. "You are tired of me," he declared.

he walks like a duck! I never walk like a duck. I prowl, I strut, I slither, I glide -"

'BE QUIET.

if he actually knew where he was going, or if it was merely that the sight of expensive things relaxed him.

Ron took the opportunity to open his robe and do a brief and disrespectful naked dance.

a willowy blond aristocrat with languid eyes and a voice that sounded like Galleons

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe," Draco said.

"With what, exactly?"

"I'm not sure," Draco admitted. "I thought it would be more effective if I kept it vague."

her eyes sparkling. "Draco!"

she shrieked. "Draco, mon petit! I have missed you so very very much!"

they'll all want to be on a team."

"You're on a team," Hermione said darkly

spoil the line of your trousers." He examined his nails. "I usually wear nothing under my Quidditch cords."

his jumper rode up as he raised his arms, showing the bare skin of his flat stomach.

flung her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him on both cheeks. Fleur's Draco-favoritism was so extreme as to be almost funny.

"Send them back where they came from," Viktor snapped.

"It's on fire where we came from," Draco pointed out.

"True," Draco said. "I've been withholding sexual favors from him for years and look how angry he is at me."

"He has a girlfriend?"

I can't believe this, Ron thought. I've been kidnapped by the forces of evil and everyone is still discussing bloody Draco Malfoy's bloody sex life

"Hurt you?" she said. "You have, I think, been hurt enough." she whispered against his cheek, and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm not scandalized. It's just - you look good."

"Well, that's hardly headline news."

"I'm NOT jealous," Hermione snapped. "I just don't like the idea of her seeing you naked."

"Neither was I," she said. "I guess you're right. I am like you."

limited to 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'Hey, cute thing, can I buy you a beer?'

"was he hung about with crucifixes?"

"He was hung about with the Malfoy boy,"

"Don't sell yourself short, Potter," Draco said. "I'm sure someone with your obvious talent for imbecilic misjudgments will be making even bigger, better mistakes in future."

"I had a pet bird. It died. My father killed it, actually. I ran away from the Manor. My father sent the hellhounds to drag me back"

the wreck of his clothes, the ruin of his beautiful hands.

"What gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Draco snarled.

"I love you," Harry said. "That's what."

Soon there would be nothing standing between himself and the poison but his own failing strength.

"Oh, no," Harry exclaimed, aghast.

Draco was scarlet with the effort of not laughing.

that the one person in the whole fucking world that you can't do without, can do just fine without you?"

I told you I couldn't stand to leave you, that it was the greatest punishment I could imagine for myself

[runes-menagerie]

Even though Sky now had a better idea of which thoughts and feelings were hers as opposed to Viktor's she still thought that she was just sensing her own affection and love rather than anything from him. Well, she maybe believed some of the affection was since. Or at least she hoped it was.

"Yes, it's one of the older buildings so it's not as popular and not many people live there. I think the Academy actually rents some of the apartments for storage since so many of them are vacant most of the time. The rent is low for the area and there are no major problems with the building so it's not a bad place to live." Sky explained a touch sheepishly.

Even now she wasn't all that well off. She was doing better than as a child of course but she still had to carefully budget her funds. Becoming part of the HexTech project had helped since it paid better than most assistant positions. She was comfortable in the little home she had built for herself in Piltover. She didn't want a grand manor, she wouldn't know what to do with it. She was happy with her modest apartment.

As they walked she did what she could to help him, things like making sure his augmented leg was always stable for him and could take his weight so he wouldn't fall. When they got to the building she was glad he chose the elevator and since she was expecting the little jolts and lurches she had her energy ready to support and cushion the impacts.

If she could have blushed in this state then her face would have been bright red at his reaction to her living room. Fortunately she was distracted from her embarrassment by the fact that she could actually sense her plants, could feel that they were still healthy so it couldn't have been that long since that night.

"Yes. I've been trying to find a way for them to grow in area that need it that the Council will actually approve." Sky answered with a hint of frustration although it wasn't directed at him, merely at those in charge who tended to overlook her ideas and findings because they only really helped those in the Lanes.

"I've been drying and grinding up the ones that are meant to be ingested, they're stored in cannisters in the kitchen." She add, trying to change the topic back to helping him. "Everything is labeled although we'll have to make a custom blend since I didn't know your exact symptoms and prognosis."

Viktor felt the oddest sensation as he put the Hexcore into the satchel. It was a projection of her aesthesis, oddly distant and yet closely present at the same time. She must have appreciated his careful handling, because he sensed a heavy wave of affection brush up against his psyche. A blush grew across his cheeks, vibrant against his pale skin. As much as he tried to quell the flutter in his chest, the feeling of love was there, dancing in the forefront of his mind.

Thankfully, the memories of Rio proved to be distracting. Of course, it wasn't the kind of distraction he wanted -- he hated being reminded of her mortality and how it mirrored his own fate -- but it was something to keep his mind off of feelings that were entirely inappropriate for the situation at hand.

Her directions couldn't have been more welcome. He focused entirely on her, forcing away any memories still clinging to his mind. "The blue building? I didn't know that was an apartment," he mused. It was a nice enough looking building, he supposed. He just assumed it had been storage for the Academy.

The walk to the apartments was taxing, but not impossible. Viktor walked slower than most people would have, and was overtaken several times by students and guards alike. No one noticed him, as was often the case. Most people at the Academy hardly knew he existed, for how much of a recluse he had become. Jayce had always told him to get out more, but to him it always seemed like a waste. It was either a chance to be treated as a novelty or a charity case.

Approaching the building, Viktor tried to pass by as casually as possible. He tried to act like he belonged there, and managed to pass by any other soul with little acknowledgment. He looked between his options. A rickety old elevator or a set of stairs. Both were unappealing, but the elevator seemed more tempting. He heard from Sky which key to use, and unlocked the elevator, riding it to the second floor. It jerked once or twice as it lifted, jostling Viktor into gripping his crutch with white knuckles.

He went down the hall toward the doorway marked with a '3'. Using the key specified by her instructions, he unlatched the lock and opened the door, only to be immediately met with the sight of lush greenery and the scent of fresh foliage. His eyes went wide, taking in the sight through the open door. He did a quick look to either side to make sure no one was watching, then walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"This is incredible, Sky..." he said under his breath. Stepping through the front room, he began to look at the labels of the plants. "... I remember you mentioning these in your notes. This one..." He ran his fingers along the underside of a fern's frond. "What is this one for? Clearing toxins from the air?"

[cyan-skulls-writing]

Arcane Characters + Washing Each Others’ Hair

sfw go nuts

With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel

gender/body neutral, I tried to write this race neutral, please let me know if there’s anything funky in here

It’s hard to get Viktor to relax. He’s always working, always trying to improve in the name of progress, you worry for him. That’s why you’ve dragged him into the tub, back and leg brace removed, work set aside for an hour or so as you lovingly wash each others’ hair. He has very talented hands, his long fingers massage your scalp perfectly.

“I will admit I, eh, should probably work less. If this is what I get for taking a break, I certainly could be convinced to rest more…”

Jayce is actually the one who arranges the bath. He feels bad for being gone all the time, between the Hextech and his position on the Council he doesn’t spend very much time with you. You knew that going into this relationship, but he still feels bad. When you come home with groceries that night, he has you leave them on the counter and takes you into the bath. This is as much relaxation as apology, for him.

“Do you like this shampoo? I thought you would, it smells good, right? Here, lean your head back for me.”

You and Silco do this on mutual bad days. When you’ve had a frustrating day running Zaun and dealing drugs, you collapse into the tub together to wash the day away. He spends a long time rubbing in the shampoo, enjoying the feeling of your hair under his fingers. He acts with surprising tenderness, this is one of the few times he can fully relax and be vulnerable with you.

“Here, come here. Just… sit with me for a while. I trust you won’t try to drown me?”

Vander is sort of too big for your tub, and you certainly don’t fit well in it together, so you have to sit in his lap, because he wants to bathe with you and wash your hair and he will not hear otherwise. It’s a nice break format he kids, at least. For some reason, he loves washing your hair but is shy about you reciprocating, he has trouble accepting care form others.

“Ah, darl, you don’t have to— ah, that is nice. No, no, you can. Ha, thank you, bird.”

Ekko doesn’t wash his hair often, although you often care for his locs; if he ever takes them out for a bit he always asks for your help with detoxing, washing and restyling his hair. Of course he loves to help in your hair care too, it’s a little ritual for you two. But these moments, sitting in a hot bath with his hair loose, just enjoying the closeness are very special.

“Thanks for helping me with this, honey. You feel like helping me put the braids in? Later, though, I’m comfortable.”

You often forget how much fucking hair Jinx actually has. It’s always braided, so you forget that it actually reaches the floor when it’s loose. It surrounds you in the bath, floating around you like a blue cloud. It’s a bit of an ordeal washing it, so she greatly appreciates your help with it. She’ll wash your hair while you’re working on hers, she likes to scratch your scalp.

“You’re so sweet to me, trinket. Do you think we need more bubbles? I say we do.”

Vi is unused to having the luxury of a bath over a quick shower, so she finds this all very luxurious. Even if it’s just a tub full of hot water and some soap, having the time to spend with you, exchanging tender touches, she isn’t used to this. She may or may not fall asleep in the bath while you’re washing her hair, if she’s had a busy day.

“Hm? Ah, shit, sorry cupcake. Didn’t mean to pass out on you. Eugh, I’m all pruny. Let’s go cuddle somewhere drier.”

You and Caitlyn do this every night, as a sort of ritual. You’ll come home from your respective jobs stressed and tired, but you always have time for a hot bath. It’s how you unwind, spending time together, washing each other’s hair, chatting about your days, it’s a very calming part of your day. It helps you both to separate work form home— and cuddle, of course.

“How was your day, love? Ah, that does sound annoying, I’m sorry. Well, we’re here now, right?”

Sevika doesn’t actually like baths that much, they mess with her arm and she gets impatient just sitting around. She’d rather have a quick shower and cuddle you in bed, but she can appreciate the hot water on her sore muscles and your hands running through her hair. She will playfully noogie you when she washes yours, though, expect no mercy from her.

“What? You asked me to wash your hair! Hey, don’t take that tone with me, mouse. I’ll start splashing.”

Mel goes all out for when you bathe together. It’s a whole event, rose petals, bath salts, candles, fancy soaps, wine, the whole nine yards. She has a super intense hair care routine to keep her curls Immaculate and she greatly enjoys when you help her with it. She likes to read to you while you put in all her hair oils and leave-in-conditioners after you’re out of the bath.

“How’s the wine darling? Good? I’m glad. Yes, I thought after the week we’ve had we deserve a little reward, yes?”

[goddessofroyalty]

Take some more ‘Silco trying to convince Claggor out of him’ Zaun Family stuff. There’s still more in the notebooks I just haven’t typed it up yet. 

This is just some Silco and Viktor bonding. 

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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“Dam what are you doing?” Viktor asks, because his Dam is lying on a pile of pillows in his nest on his tummy in a position Viktor hasn’t ever seen him in before. His head down and butt raised.  

If you ask Viktor it doesn’t look comfy especially with his brother still in Dam’s tummy.  

“Viktor?” Silco asks, twisting his head around to look at Viktor from around his big tummy before twisting back around to rest his head on the pillow again. “I’m trying to encourage your brother out of me.”  

“Oh.” That made a little sense, although Viktor didn’t see how this was going to do anything. “Is it working?”  

“Probably not.”  

“Then why are you doing it?” Viktor asks, walking over to be around where his Dam’s face is.

Dam twists his head on the pillow and reaches out to play with Viktor’s hair.  

“My only other option is to accept that your bother is never going to come out,” Silco says.  

“Dad says its too comfortable in there for him,” Viktor says earning him a little smile from his Dam.  

“I’m trying to make it less comfortable for him,” Silco says. “He seems unmoved despite my efforts.”

“How long are you going to be here?”  

“Half an hour at least,” Dam says, pulling his arm back to tuck under himself,  

“Can I stay with you then?” Viktor will leave if Dam wants him to but he likes spending time with his Dam. Has loved how the pregnancy has meant that Dam is spending more time with him and not off doing business.  

“I don’t see why not.”  

Viktor nods and pulls himself onto the bed to sit next to Dam on the bed with his back against the headboard.  

It feels odd looking down at Dam like that and kind of silly as Dam idly sways like he’s uncomfortable.  

“Do you hate being pregnant?”  

“What?” Dam asks, his head shooting up.  

“You seem unhappy about it.” Viktor doesn’t think he has heard Dam saying anything nice about being pregnant, only bad things.  

Dam sighs at it, bracing himself on his arms and rolling over so one of his legs is resting on the pillow pile and he can face Viktor better.  

“I thought you needed to stay like that.” To help get his sibling out.  

“This one is just as good,” Dam says, reaching out to cup Viktor’s face. “And I don’t hate being pregnant. It is painfully uncomfortable and I am desperately in need of a drink or a smoke. But I don’t hate it. I like knowing your sibling is safe inside me and growing healthily and it is nice that your dad will do anything I ask without turning it into an argument first. Plus, I am the one that brought you into this world. You are worth enduring some suffering for. Your sibling will be the same I’m sure. Once they finally decide to come out of me.”  

“I can’t wait to meet them.” It’s been months of Viktor only able to talk to his new sibling through Dam’s stomach. He doesn’t even know what they look like – Dam keeps saying they will take after Dad but everyone else says that they won’t know until his younger sibling is born.  

“Any day now,” Dam says like it’s a joke. Because it’s a bit of a joke now, Viktor having been hearing that his younger sibling will be here any day now for weeks now.  

Viktor doesn’t know what to say so he just adjusts to lie next to Dam. Nuzzling into him as Dam wraps an arm around him to hold him close.  

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Tw: self-harm, suicide, dissociation; plz take care of yourselves.

The last few sections are nsfw

More headcanons about Jayce and self-harm. You can find the first post here.

Under a read more due to the topic and length.

Jayce hurts himself. Although he had never told another person, he admitted it to himself. He needed it. Or wanted it. He wasn't really sure anymore.

He didn't know if he did it to feel the knee-buckling relief at the first slide of the blade or for the bliss that rushed in soon after. Sometimes he thought it was a reward and a punishment all rolled into one.

It controlled him. And sometimes he thought he didn't mind.

So when Viktor finds him, ready to step off the ledge, ready to take back control in the only way he could think of, the temptation of his crack pot theory finally working almost isn't enough to draw him back in.

Viktor's kind enough not to point out the fact he was ready to kill himself, kind enough not to comment on the silvered skin across his wrist as he latches his bracelet back into place, kind enough not to ask about the tremor working its way through his fingers.

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Jayce gets spacey. His urges get worse. The weather gets colder, wetter. He knows Viktor can see through the facade he puts up, but he can't be bothered to give a damn.

He sits at his desk, distantly disgusted with himself. The crusted blood under his uniform catches with every movement. He wonders how long it will take to rip off the delicate scabs and stain the white sleeve.

It's better than thinking of outside. The slush icing over on the streets. The snow billowing from the sky.

Viktor studies Jayce from across the lab, watching as Jayce rubs absentmindedly at his forearm. So far, he had honored that unspoken agreement from that first night.

He had not asked about why Jayce had nearly stepped off the edge. He had done his best to mask his concern when Jayce showed up with glassy eyes and sluggish thoughts. He bit his tongue when there were obvious blood stains dotting his uniform. They were professionals. They were partners. He wasn't going to break that trust.

But today. Today there was no pretense of work. No half-assed equations. Jayce hadn't even bothered to shuffle his notes.

The screech of a chair being pushed back pulls Viktor from his thoughts. He frowns as Jayce heads toward the door and calls out to him.

Jayce pays him no mind, so he heaves himself up as well and catches Jayce's shoulder as he stalks past his desk. "Where are you going?" he repeats slowly.

Jayce fumbles for an answer, mind cloudy with snow and pain. He wants it all to just be quiet. Just until the storm passes and he can breathe again.

He can't meet Viktor's gaze and tries to step away from his grip. He can't stand that calculating concerned look. He's seen it before when he slipped up. When Viktor saw something he wasn't suppose to.

"Are you safe?" Viktor asks, searching his face. And Jayce wants to laugh, hysterical and bright, once he registers the words. Safe? He hadn't been safe in years.

Whatever Viktor sees, he must not like, Jayce thinks, because his expression crumples, equal parts concern and fear. "I'm coming with," he says resolutely.

Jayce manages a nod. He doesn't have the energy to fight. He doesn't even have the energy to get out his blades despite his brain screaming that it would help.

By the time they make it to his apartment, Jayce is shivering so hard that Viktor starts up the fireplace wordlessly. He feels snowblind even though he's not and hasn't been since he was a child.

He slips under the blankets on his bed and curls into a ball, trying to shut out the world. The bed shifts slightly and he peaks out to see Viktor's bad leg resting near him. His gaze moves upward to see Viktor sitting on a chair, book in hand, reading.

He supposes he wouldn't mind if he didn't shut out Viktor.

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Nsfw

Jayce is used to being shirtless. Working in the forge, him and the others would often strip, not that it did anything to help the heat. But at least the sweat soaked fabric wouldn't chafe.

No one looked at him. No one studied his body. No one judged him.

Viktor, though. Viktor looks and touches and wants.

Jayce stills his hand as it slips under the hem of his shirt, guilt stabbing him. His desire to hide is stronger than his desire to please, so he doesn't let go.

Viktor pulls back and Jayce thinks he's beautiful. So beautiful it hurts.

"Sorry, got carried away," he mumbles, already brushing his lips along Jayce's neck again.

A complicated mix of relief and shame swell within Jayce. He pushes it away in favor of getting lost in Viktor's mouth.

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Jayce is splayed out on the bed, Viktor between his legs. A breathy moan pushes past his lips as Viktor rocks against him.

They are both fully clothed, and sweat collects at the small of Jayce's back, behind his knees. The fabric is rough as it rubs against him. He can't imagine stopping despite it all.

He can't imagine anything more either. He can't bring himself to remove the layers between them, expose the worst of his body to Viktor. Any attraction between them would shatter. Jayce doesn't think he would survive that.

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Viktor tugs a nearly naked Jayce into his arms and Jayce follows mechanically. He's tense, but shaking, and Viktor knows he's terrified. All that seperates skin to skin is their boxers.

"We can stop," Viktor reminds him softly. He doesn't need to see Jayce's body to know he loves him.

Jayce sucks in a breath and shakes his head. He knows he will never be this brave again, and he wants Viktor to see before he goes any further. It wouldn't be fair otherwise.

He peels himself away and tugs off his boxers, kicking them to the side. He feels like he might faint or throw up. Maybe both. His fists clench at his sides, resisting the urge to cover himself.

Scars adorn Jayce's hips, the tops of his thighs, the insides. Ugly gashes, long narrow deep cuts, tender new skin. Some areas are thick and rough from being cut into multiple times. Others are depressed and puckered from when he used some ill-suited tools. It all criss crosses forming an unsightly mesh. Jayce never took care to watch himself. He never thought anyone would see it.

He looks anywhere but Viktor, terrified of his reaction. He doesn't know what he'll do if Viktor leaves.

Viktor breaks the silence after a moment. "Thank you for sharing this with me," he says. "Would you like to come sit next to me?"

Relief washes over Jayce as he takes the spot next to Viktor, blinking back tears and hugging his knees to his chest.

If you have made it to the end, I want to say thank you!! I was really overwhelmed by the response of the first one I posted. I never expected it to resonate with so many people. I hope this is just as good. 💜💜

[honeypirate]

If I may request something, can i get some kissing headcannons with Viktor, Hinawa and Vulcan? 👉👈 Please and Thank you!!

I don’t think I do headcanons right 😂 I always do these and then just wing it lmao hope you like it!

I was thinking maybe writing this as how you first kissed them all, because I love that lead up moment,.... but instead I went with the kinds of kisses these men would like.

Headcanons of kisses I think they would like!

Viktor -

This man.

I feel like he loves to kiss your temple.

If he is sitting by you at dinner he’ll give you a soft peck there, loving the way it would make your cheeks flush.

Or he’d kiss your temple as he pulls you into a hug, his lanky arms comforting and warm as they hold you close.

and the inside of your wrist!

When he’s laying between your legs, his head on your chest.

He’d bring your wrist to his lips, his lips feathering across your skin. It makes him feel soft, safe, to be be holding each other like that.

And omg he loves to guess your lipgloss or chapstick flavor.

Loves to pretend he doesn’t know what it is and go back for seconds or thirds before he properly guesses.

Loves the soft feeling that lingers on his lips even after you part.

Loves buying you special new flavors.

And he loves to just pull you in close and cup your cheeks, softly brushing his lips across yours to feel how soft your lips on on his.

Hinawa-

Secret kisses.

He’s not one for PDA at work but only when others are around.

It’s led to you both playing a sort of game where you see who can kiss who last.

So far you’re winning with the last kiss being to his jaw right before Obi came into his office.

Unseen and with Hinawa being unable to get you back.

Now all you have to do is make it to the end of the work day without him getting a kiss back and then you’ll win.

You’ll win for the first time since this game started months ago.

“Does my kitten think they won?” His voice low by your ear sends goosebumps down your spine as you hold in a moan.

You turn around and smile up at him, watching his movements so you could dodge if you needed to “so far I am winning, with only what? Ten minutes left in the work day?” you say with a smirk

before he can get a kiss in you’re dropping to a crouch, spinning underneath his arm and popping into the next room where you knew Arthur and Shinra were.

“Tsk tsk” he clicked with his tongue behind you, grabbing your hand and pulling you back through the doorway into the empty hall.

“Not so fast kitten” he whispers in your ear and you groan, no way to get out of this one “I was so close this time” you whisper as he begins to pepper soft kisses across your neck

“maybe next time” he mumbles into your skin and you sigh, running your fingers through the hair that’s sticking out the side of his hat.

“although I can’t really complain, losing isn’t really all that bad if I do say so myself. You wouldn’t know tho, since you always win. Too bad for you” you chuckle softly

And his grip tightens on your waist “is that so? I’ll just take your word for it” he pulls back then and bops your nose before he steps away, sounds of footsteps coming down the hall

“that’s another win for me” he smirks and you roll your eyes “just wait until we get back to our room, I’ve got a special trick up my sleeve” you whisper into his ear and then quickly press forward, placing your lips softly against his neck underneath his ear.

You giggle at the strangled moan that comes from his throat, your words making his skin tingle before you step away just as Maki appears around the corner. You look down at your watch “just barely made it” you hold it up so he watches the hands move the last few seconds.

I can also see him liking to get tastes of things from your lips.

“you need to try the icecream it’s my favorite” you take a big lick and then he’s leans down closer

“if you insist” and he kisses you, his tongue sweeping yours slowly before he pulls back “it’s delicious” he’d say, failing to hide the soft smile on his lips

Oh and when he walks up to you and cups your cheek softly as you smile up at him, watching your cheeks flush as he moves his hand down to your chin to pull it up as he leans down to kiss you, makes his heart race the way you light up and how relaxed you are in his hand.

Vulcan-

He loves the little kisses that can make any moment special, but not necessarily sexy.

Romantic and sweet.

He loves to kiss your nose, every time you part it’s his way of saying goodbye.

He loves when he crawls into bed with you after a really hard day and you rub your nose against his softly with your eyes closed.

he’d sometimes bring his face close to yours with a small smile, waiting for you.

You’d smile and bring your face close, brushing his nose with yours before kissing his lips softly.

Just whenever he needed a little bit of affection he’d place his face close to yours and you’d know.

He feels so secure with those small acts of your love.

And when you get excited and jump into his arms and kiss his face quickly all over while he laughs, he loves that too.

And when you kiss his palm after he cups your cheek.

Once when you hand your head in his lap as you watched a film you pressed your lips to his Jean clad knee and he thought it was so soft, his heart melted right then.

And once you kissed the knuckle of each of his fingers after he spent all day building machines, they ached and burned and your kisses soothed them somehow.

He believes your kisses are pure magic

[windless-hurricane]

Sparks

Chapter Four: A World Where We Can Grow Old

A Reiner x Reader x (Eventual) Jean Fanfic

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SUMMARY: After the fall of Shiganshina, you joined the military along with your brother. You had hoped to bring peace to the world by doing so, but the world was a cruel place. You seemed to lose more than you gained, but there was always someone - someone who made losing just a bit…easier. You hoped you could keep them forever, but was there a guarantee in this world?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here’s the fourth chapter! While things are a bit slow right now, the story’s really going to pick up after this chapter!

WARNINGS (for entire series): Language, explicit violence, talks of death, suicide, trauma, and mental illness, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, and sexuality.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

TAGLIST: @lovethemilkteasis @grayxblaze @theyoungblood13 @flowersgirl02 @noodlenerd101 @hanabihwa @drowned-pathetic-rat @bestgirlb @bleepop @miinnttyy @1-800-thanos @lovelime @usernamehere91

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You and your brother stood beside each other as a stream of smoke poured into the sky. You wondered where it came from, how it got there, why it was there, and your questions were answered once a colossal, red hand slung itself over the wall and grabbed onto it.

You flinched uneasily as your eyes widened in fear.

What’s happening? What’s going on? What is that? Is that… Is that a-

Then, a large, skinless face peeked over, its teeth clenching and its gaze terrifying.

It was. It was a Titan, but how...how could it be that big? It was impossible.

Your body trembled as you reached for Viktor's hand. He met you in the middle, gripping your hand back tightly. You could feel the heat and sweat from his skin, showing just how mortified he was.

“V-Vik-tor, I…” you stuttered, but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Your mind was going wild and you could feel your heart clenching in your chest.

What-what do we do? Where’s the Garrison Regiment? Where’s Jannick? Where’s dad?

Anybody?

Then, a sudden force shoved you to the ground as the Titan kicked through the wall, sending chunks of it flying.

People screamed, pushed past each other, and ran for whatever time was left of their lives. However, you couldn’t. You were frozen.

Everything was a blur and your ears filled with static.

What should I do?

However, you didn’t have time to ponder that question as a boulder headed straight for you.

This is it. I’m gonna die.

“(Y/N)! Move! (Y/N)!”

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“(Y/N)!”

You gasped yourself awake, sitting up in a panic.

You were panting heavily with sweat dripping down your forehead. You barely managed to wipe it away with your shaky hand. Matter of fact, your whole body was shaking.

“Are you okay,” Sasha asked, gazing at you with worried eyes. Admittedly, no. Your heart was still beating out of its chest and you felt your head begin to pound. However, you couldn’t dwell on something that has already happened. It’s over.

“I’m fine,” you responded, but the hoarseness of your voice didn’t match your words.

“Are you sure,” she pushed. “Because you don’t look like it.” She gestured to your hand and you were surprised to see that you had been clenching your blanket so tightly that the whites of your knuckles were showing. You hadn’t even realized that you were gripping it.

You let go, your knuckle cracking in the process.

“Yeah,” you nodded and you were about to relax until a new form of panic arose within you. “Wait, Sasha. Are we late?”

“Uh, well…” she trailed off. “We’re about to be.” Your eyes widened as you immediately threw yourself off the bed.

“You should’ve said that to begin with,” you exclaimed, shuffling around for your uniform. “We can’t be late for combat training!”

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You and Sasha made a run for the training grounds and were lucky to see that the rest of the cadets were still waiting for Shadis’s instruction.

You sighed a breath of relief as you lined up beside her, not noticing Reiner standing on the other side of you.

He unconsciously looked you over and noticed your disheveled appearance. You had a bad case of bed hair and a few buckles of your uniform had come undone. He also noticed the sheen of sweat covering your face and how you were breathing a little heavier than normal. Either you just woke up late or something else had happened. He wasn’t sure which.

As Shadis made his way up to the speaking platform, all side conversations came to a halt and he turned to face you all with a hard gaze.

“Alright, maggots,” he shouted, making your ears ring. “Today, we are engaging in combat training! While some of you may think this is unnecessary as you obviously can’t use hand-to-hand combat against a Titan...” You and a few cadets snickered. “Shut up!”

You smirked as he continued on. “As I was saying, if you’re lucky enough to make it into the Top 10 and join the Military Police, you won’t be dealing with Titans. You’ll be dealing with people, criminals, thugs. Likewise with the Garrison Regiment. Therefore, it is important to know basic fighting skills and how to defend yourself in any situation… Do your meager minds understand?!”

“Yes, sir,” you all replied in unison.

“Good, now listen for your partners!”

“Sir, if I may ask, why can’t we choose our own partners,” you asked suddenly, causing your peers to gape at you like they did at orientation. However, you were unfazed, even after Shadis shot you the same death glare as before.

“No, you may not ask, Bauer,” Shadis growled and you attempted to suppress your smile. “Now, run laps until I’ve finished. Afterwards, get your ass handed to you by Braun.”

“Yes, sir,” you saluted, shooting a glance at Reiner as he smirked at you. “If he can even beat me,” you countered, speaking so quietly that only Reiner could hear you.

As you jogged past him toward the dirt track, he watched you with amusement.

You certainly weren’t like the other girls in the Training Corps. You somehow managed to be sweet, fiery, and so sure of yourself all at once. You always spoke your mind and were seemingly fearless, choosing to mess with the scariest person there without a care in the world. Finally, you were awfully kind, taking care of your brother whenever you could and indulging in his own mischievousness, even if it meant the both of you potentially getting trouble. He even saw you do the same with Sasha and Eren.

You truly were something else.

He grinned faintly as he found you smirking back at him.

“We’ll see about that, hotshot,” he murmured.

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Once Shadis had finished announcing everyone’s partners, you jogged over to Reiner, panting slightly.

He raised his eyebrows at you as you came to a stop a few feet in front of him.

“How was the jog,” he teased and you scoffed in response.

“Nothing compared to the swimming I had to endure on the first day,” you admitted, clearing your throat.

“Why do you always annoy him when you know full well what he’s going to do?” The question would have sounded condescending coming from anyone else, but you could tell he was more amused than anything.

“I don’t like him,” you stated bluntly. “And…” your eyes began to soften. “I think we ought to have some fun while we’re here.”

“Huh,” he breathed, taken aback by your answer.

Fun? In times like these, he thought to himself.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you chuckled. “Fun? In times like these? I know. The world is so dark these days, but I think we need to be reminded that we’re still alive. We need to laugh, smile, feel happiness. Most importantly, be human and how could we do that if we’re scared or in grief all the time? I still don’t like him, but if you all are entertained along the way, fine by me.”

He gazed at you admirably, unsure of how to process your words. He felt...conflicted more than anything.

“You really are one of a kind, (Y/N),” he commented, his voice coming out smoother than how he felt on the inside.

Your cheeks blushed faintly as you grinned.

“If I didn’t know any better, Reiner, I’d say you were flirting with me rather than trying to fight me,” you cooed and he let out a chuckle through his nose.

“And what if I was,” he suggested with a glint in his eyes.

“I'd still say to fight me.”

You raised your arms in a fighting stance and he quirked his eyebrow at you.

“I haven’t seen a stance like that before,” he observed, putting his own arms up. “Where’d you learn it?”

“Enough talking!”

You charged at Reiner with a plan already in mind.

I’ll go for a punch towards his face. Once he decides to either block it or pull away from it, I’ll sweep his legs right from underneath him.

You went for your punch, but he unexpectedly didn’t do either. He instead grabbed your fist tightly, not allowing you to pull away, and twisted your arm behind your back. He pulled you against him and your face heated up as his chest pressed into you.

“I don’t think you expected that, (Y/N),” he whispered, his breath fanning your cheek. “I thought I wasn’t going to be able to beat you.” You honestly thought so too, but you were overconfident. It made sense that he was able to stop you. He was confident too, but just the right amount. He also knew how to fight.

Although your arm was starting to hurt from his grip, you still smirked with excitement.

“The fight doesn’t end until one of us is pinned down,” you stated, stomping down on his foot.

He groaned as he released his hold on you and you threw your head back, coming into contact with his chin. As a result, he lost his footing and you took the opportunity to crouch down and swipe your leg underneath his. He fell to the ground and you threw yourself on top of him. You bent your right leg at the knee and dug it into his thigh, holding his other leg down in the process. You used your left foot to keep one of his arms down. Then, you pinned his wrist with one of your hands and used the other to keep his head against the ground. You smiled, letting out a quick exhale.

“I pinned you.”

“Let’s make a deal,” and you gaped down at him in surprise. Why did he look and sound so nonchalant despite his position?

“What?”

“Whoever’s pinned down last has to do something for the other,” he explained.

“If you can even-“ Before you could finish, he propped his knee up from under you and your foot slid off his wrist. He gripped you from your collar and threw you over, causing you to land on the opposite side of his head. You went to do a kip up, but he grabbed you by the shoulder of your jacket and dragged you until you were within straddling range. He got on top of you as he smiled faintly.

“That’s what we have to find out.”

After that, you both spent the next half hour pinning each other down until Shadis told everyone to stop.

You gasped for air as you pinned Reiner’s wrists above his head and used your knees to keep his legs in place. He was breathing heavily as well, his stomach on the ground and his cheek pushing against the dirt.

“I-I win,” you announced, tightening your hold on him as a reminder.

“I can see that,” he strained, barely looking at you from the corner of his eye. “You win.”

You sighed in satisfaction and let him go, finally standing up. You wiped excess sweat and dirt off your forehead, watching as he turned over and sat up with a grunt.

“You’re an impressive fighter, (Y/N),” he complimented. “I think you’re as good as Annie.”

“Well, you’re not too bad yourself,” you admitted. “I haven’t had a fight like that in awhile.”

“So, then,” he started. “What do you want?”

“Huh?” You blushed slightly as you scratched the back of your head. “I haven’t thought that far ahead… What did you even want?”

“I wanted you to answer a question of mine,” he revealed, a darkness creeping on his cheeks.

“Just a question,” you asked in disbelief. “All of that for a question? What is it?”

“Why'd you join the military?”

“That question again? Well, I guess I never answered you to begin with,” you remembered. “Silly, you could’ve just asked me instead of letting me beat you up.”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up again without it seeming weird,” he confessed and you shook your head.

“It wouldn’t have. I like talking to you.”

You extended your hand out to him and the moment his fingers brushed yours, you felt what could only be described as a jolt of electricity running through you and you took a step back.

You looked down at him and he stared back at you with a similar expression - utter confusion.

Did he feel that too?

“Um, sorry,” you apologized, laughing slightly. “It must’ve been static.”

“No worries,” he assured with a chuckle and you stuck your hand out once again.

He took it graciously and thanked you as you hoisted him up. You nodded, gazing at him right after.

“I joined the military because I want to live in a world where the only concern is growing old,” you finally answered. “I don’t want us to worry about walls, Titans, or whatever the hell else could be out there. I just want us to be happy and have the freedom to live our lives to the fullest... Does that...sorta answer your question?”

It did, it really did. So, why did Reiner still feel a pang in his chest? Why was he hoping for a more selfish answer? Why did he want your answer to not be as noble as the one you gave? Why did he want you to be...less human?

In the end, he knew the answers to all these questions. He didn’t want to feel guilty for what he had done and what he was going to do...but everyone was making it extremely difficult. (Y/N) especially.

As you both smiled at each other, one question plagued his mind.

Why were the Devils of Paradis…so human?

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Headcanons 1 general

Childhood, family, background, physical/mental

Viktor Naletevski (Виктор Налетевски) is an only child from a pureblood Zaunite couple - one of the last ones in Zaun, because the importance of continuing and “protecting” Zaunite lineage faded as Zaun became not just the most welcoming place for immigrants, but now mostly consisting of them.

As can be inferred from this, his parents’ marriage wasn’t out of love. Luckily, their mutual love for their son was what kept them united.

Although none of them devoted enough time to Viktor, he received genuine care and love from his parents. His mother Marija (Марија) was a techmaturgist specialised in both heavy-duty machinery and high voltage, and was usually overworking herself, propelled by her passion. She taught Viktor the strong mathematical foundation and later on helped him whenever he encountered problems he couldn’t solve. She was strict but permitting. Her love was mostly shown through teaching and explaining.

Viktor’s father Sergej (Сергеј) was a neurosurgeon at Zaun’s state hospital, and he had hopes of his son following in his footsteps one day. This resulted in Viktor sitting in a corner of an operating room or observing interventions alongside medical students, while he was still in highschool. He didn’t learn much. Even though he found surgery very intriguing, techmaturgy always held much more of Viktor’s attention. His father finally gave up when Viktor enrolled the College of Techmaturgy. One of the more negative influences was Sergej’s tendency to lock himself in his room after a bad day at work and completely ignore his wife and son. Viktor unknowingly picked up some of his father’s habits, who was also capricious and unsteady, contrary to Marija.

Old Zaunite is Viktor’s first language, spoken in his home and he never got rid of his accent once he switched to Common language at age 7. He was mocked in school for having difficulty hiding his emotions. He lived with his parents in a relatively large house in the old area called “Svetala area”, a borrowed name from Old Zaunite which simply called it Област Светала - “the area of lights”, the first area in Zaun to get electrical lighting.

Viktor is a well-built man slightly shorter than the average height in Zaun. He swipes his poofy wavy black hair backwards and has dark eyes like every other pureblood Zaunite. He has a tall forehead, an angular jaw, striking eyes and well defined eyebrows. He is described as possessing “refined masculinity”. He based the design of his mask on his face’s landmarks. He has a very expressive face and never shied away from making weird expressions.

Meta: His physical “perfection” is a contrast to what he did to himself, emphasizing the point of his transformation - it isn’t fixing physical errors, it considers the peak physical form to be inferior.

Viktor always felt that he didn’t visually fit in with his peers but he liked how he looked. He was a relic of past times and culture, as he wore slightly more expensive clothes in Zaunite style. Short square heels for men were part of this attire and he did get flack for them despite how he kept explaining their cultural meaning - owners of mines would wear such heels to keep their trouser legs clean of muck.

His self-image took a hit when after a prolongued period of chronic stress, a strand of hair turned white just like his mother’s. A much more unfortunate thing is that he most likely suffers from a bipolar disorder, undiagnosed because both his parents (mostly father) had very small to no trust in Zaun’s psychiatry. Sergej implied Viktor started behaving like one of Maria’s sisters, to which she insisted that he was nowhere close to that. They kept this talk secret and Viktor never dared to openly consider his possible mental illness with himself. His college “friends” noticed his behaviour patterns too, but never brought it up to him.

Meta: Viktor indeed suffers from a bipolar disorder. These untreated mood swings made all his tragedies worse, both subjectively and as a direct result of that, objectively. He would go from elation to despair, making his productivity pattern hard to follow. They had started in highschool as gentle, but became harder and more frequent by the time he was third year at college. A/N: I am not integrating this into his character for angst. I am integrating it because it fits exceptionally well to what we’ve seen him do. On this blog Viktor’s disorder is treated as a serious problem and as an obstacle to his self-actualisation, not as a creative vent of the mun. The state of mental health facilities in Zaun makes his case harder than it should be.

Sergej didn’t have siblings but Marija had 2 younger sisters, out of which only one had a child. Her relation with them turned very sour when Marija manipulated her family’s inheritance and acquired full rights to her family’s silver mine in the Ironspike mountains. After the death of both of his parents, Viktor is the sole owner of this mine which turns a significant profit. To Viktor, it is an afterthought but to his extended family, a pain point. There is no communication between them. His youngest aunt is institutionalised in one of Zaun’s psychiatric wards due to mood instability. All of his grandparents passed away before he turned 17.

[aleximustd13]

I would like to talk to you but im also brain-dead today so I can't come up with a topic so this is a permission to ramble about your ocs as much as you want

Omg lmao what an opportunity!! I know we talked about them a lot but should I start from the beginning?

This is Russell. He's a failed bioweapon experiment and a certified bastard. He's inspired by Nikki but I don't know about you, he gives me MASSIVE Danger Days era Gerard Way vibes. He's been experimented on and was trained to be a murder machine since a very young age, until the laboratory he was created on had a massive incident which Russ survived and managed to escape from. He ran away until he reached the Old City, where he met his now best friend. There he gets by by doing favours to the local gangs but he never got in one. He works alone and for himself first of all.

Before I defined him as a "failed bioweapon experiment", what does it mean you may ask? Well, sometimes Russell has instincts to kill and destroy. When in very stressful circumstances, something in his brain activates and he becomes what the scientists back in the lab created him for. And because he doesn't know how to control these instincts, he uses hardcore drugs to restrain himself or calm himself down. He has nightmares about killing every night, when he wakes up in cold sweat and screaming, afraid that he has murdered someone in his sleep.

Russell... He's is not a very sociable person, but he's not inherently bad. He was created to be evil, and maybe sometimes he craves chaos, but his real nature is kind. You just have to pick him up from the right angle. But also if you don't bother him that should help. He enjoys music, reading philosophy and writing poetry, something that is so secret, not even his friends know about.

In conclusion I love Russ with all my heart he's a baby bastard and I wish I could punch him in the teeth and then kiss him (bc men covered in blood are sexy)

This is Dylan. He's inspired by Tommy. He met Russell during a fight. He's the chillest dude you could ever meet, but has a hard time to contain his strength. He could hug you and snap your spine in half. He lives in the Old City with his family made out of his parents and his twin sister and little brother, and they sorta adopted Russell too since he's almost always at their house. His father is a war veteran, and the jacket Dylan's always wearing belongs to him.

Dylan is a hopeless romantic, and longs to find love. The problem is, he's a disaster bisexual who falls in love with someone new everyday (although his only true love will always be Russ but shhh). He loves motorbikes and enjoys tinkering with any sorts of motors or electronics.

This is Frankie, inspired by Vince. They're a little ambiguous as a character, I have yet to understand them. They live in the New City, and meet up with Russ and Dyl while the two were visiting for a "special delivery", while Frankie was trying to stir up an uprising. Frankie was created in a lab to be one of the "perfect citizens" of the New City, but, like many others, they are a deviant who lives in the shadows of the suburbs.

Frankie's biggest wish is to stand out from the crowd. They have trust issues, but they're not bad once you get to know them. Frankie is very creative, they enjoy making their own clothes and skateboarding. It'll take a while before they and Russ will get along (maybe bc Frankie could be asexual and Russ keeps flirting with them but who knows)

This is Viktor Daisuke. Just like Mick, he's the dad of the group. He used to work for the New City's government, one of the best in charge. Once he discovered what the gov was up to, he rebelled, which cost him his freedom and his family. He met with the rest of the gang while he evaded prison. Vik has bionic legs.

Vik is not very sociable, not at all, actually. Very little is known about him.

Together, they are the Untouchable Gang.

[random-imagines-blog]

One Love {Fleur Delacour x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3051 Summary: With the foreign students coming to Hogwarts, feelings are amped up.

Being an honorary Weasley, thanks to being really good friends with Fred and George despite being in different houses, had a lot of perks and very little setbacks. One of those perks was you were also friends with Ron, Harry and Hermione - or the Golden Trio as they were called behind their backs, and they looked up to you as another sibling. With Hermione, you would let her go over your study sheets so she would know what to expect from classes in the upcoming years, something she took very seriously. With Ron, you saved him from the worst of the pranks, giving him a heads up when the twins were planning something, and you were almost his match when it came to Wizard’s Chess. And Harry - well, you looked out for him most of all because he seemed to need it more than the others. Over the three dangerous years at Hogwarts thus far, he’d managed to get himself into quite a trouble. Voldemort, Basilisks, Werewolves - and now that the TriWizard Tournament was coming up, you wondered what would happen with him in that. Better not to tell him about it, lest he get any ideas.

You sat at the Hufflepuff table when the tournament was announced, your eyes looking over at the twins automatically. They were looking a little too excited about something, and you guessed correctly that they were planning on scheming their way in. Now that was something that you would have to bring up to Molly the next time that you wrote to her. Then you looked towards Harry, Hermione and Ron, who looked interested in the tournament but didn’t seem to have any intention of pulling something, the way that the twins were.

That was a relief.

You yourself had no intentions of trying to sneak into the Tournament - all of that talk about danger and glory didn’t really appeal to you. But you would happily be in the stands to watch. It was a once in a lifetime show, unless of course you were like Dumbledore and could live well beyond a century.

“-the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their Headmistress, Madame Maxime!” Dumbledore announced. The doors opened and every eye went to the group of ladies that entered the room, dressed in beautiful blue uniforms. You weren’t the only one who felt smitten by the beauty of the French girls, you were certain of that. Just about everyone was staring, awestruck in some manner. They stopped in the middle of the hallway and sighed, positioning their bodies to your table.

One of the girls caught your eye in particular, and you blushed just looking at her. A striking blonde, with blue eyes and a determined look. She wasn’t here just to look pretty, you saw. She was here to win. She flitted along with the others, stopping by the Gryffindor table to sigh and position themselves again. You were amused this time to see that Ron’s jaw had dropped. The girl that you had been eyeing did a twirl and then a curtsy in the middle of the ladies, bringing more attention to herself. You didn’t mind that at all. She deserved it.

And then came the burly, surly men of Durmstrang. Although their entrance was impressive, with their staffs and their acrobatics, it wasn’t as eyecatching as the ladies. Men showing off their brawn, how predictable.

-

All that anyone talked about anymore was the tournament. You understood the appeal, but you were growing a little tired of the same thing being said over and over. People were trying to guess who the champions would be. Didn’t matter much to you, you would be supporting all three of the champions. It didn’t feel fair to only cheer on your own, especially since Hogwarts had home-field advantage. You just hoped that it wouldn’t be one of the Weasley twins.

You were sitting with Hermione, helping her to study Herbology - one of your favorite subjects, and not just because it was your Head of House that was teaching it, and watching the students put their names in. The doors opened up to a bunch of giggles and you saw those two, just as you knew you would, come in with goofy grins on their faces. “Don’t you dare,” You said to them, lifting your eyes from the book. “I’ve already told your mother about your plans, and she has some serious words for you come Christmas.”

“But she’s not here to stop us, now is she?” George said with that stupid smile.

“Even if you are a party pooper,” Fred finished. You shook your head and looked over at Hermione, who was staring at the two of them as if they were the stupidest people in Earth. You somewhat agreed.

“Don’t even bother with them. It’ll backfire either way,” You said, smiling at her. She nodded, rolling her eyes, but neither of you went back to the books, deciding to watch the show instead.

Of course their plan backfired. Aging potions, which only turned them into old men, though it was amusing to watch them fight. While they bickered in the corner, still pushing each other around, some of the students from the other classes came in to enter their names. There were quite a few from your own house, which made you feel a swell of pride. You would love it if a Hufflepuff managed to get into the tournament, though you hoped that they wouldn’t get hurt in the process. The pretty Beauxbatons girl came in, her name written on a fan-like piece of paper. She had to stand on her tiptoes to put it in, and you couldn’t help but admire how lithe her body was. Like she was made to be a dancer.

“You’re staring,” Hermione muttered, nudging your elbow.

“The way you were at Krum?” You muttered back, causing her to get nearly as red as you had been.

“Was not,” Hermione said, speaking under her breath.

“Were too,” You chimed. “But it’s alright. I won’t judge if you won’t.”

-

Fleur Delacour, AKA the girl that made your brain feel cloudy and your heart beat faster, was chosen as one of the champions. Viktor Krum, AKA the guy that made Hermione feel a little gaga for the first time in her life, was also chosen. Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff who you knew from Quidditch and made a lot of the girls swoon, was chosen. It was almost as if the Goblet of Fire had chosen based on looks rather than just talent, but you would all see. And then, to your chagrin, somehow, Harry had been chosen.

You were one of the few who seemed to believe that he wasn’t crazy enough to try to put his name in the cup. That meant that you spent a lot more time together these days, because he wasn’t around Ron. You called the boy you thought of as a younger sibling a prat, and told him to get his head out of your arse, but he wasn’t coming around yet. He would eventually. He and Harry had been through so much together.

The first task was intimidating as all hell. Dragons, actual fully grown dragons, taking up the Quidditch pitch. And people were just supposed to be okay with this? You stood in the stands with others in your house, and with Fred and George who were disappointed that their plan didn’t work, with pins showing the faces of all four competitors. You weren’t taking sides, and you weren’t giving in to Fred and George’s bets either. You just wanted everyone to get through this safely. You didn’t care who wins.

Cedric was first, and he got through it with Transfiguration. Fleur, to your delight, tried to put the dragon into a trance. You thought that she was absolutely brilliant, especially when her dragon fell asleep. You cheered loudly for her, though it seemed that most of your house didn’t agree with you. They only cheered when her skirt caught on fire, revealing more of her long legs. You rolled your eyes at them, muttering that they were perverts.

They booed when Viktor managed to get through it as well. But there was a huge cheer when Harry caught the golden egg and managed to escape from the dragon. The prejudice was showing. This was meant to bring people together, not keep them apart. You left a little early, descending the stairs to go back to the Common Room, away from the negativity of others.

-

You were sitting by yourself in the Great Hall, no Hermione with you this time. The twins were off doing Quidditch practice, since the dragons had been cleared from the pitch. You missed them a bit - as well as the three little ones, but they had a lot of work to do. Helping Harry prepare for the next task was a big undertaking, but they seemed more than capable. And you had your own schoolwork that you had to complete, having fallen a little behind. You put the quill behind your ear as you went from note taking to reading, just to keep it out of the way.

“You ‘av a liddle ink - just ‘ere-” A voice came from across the table. You hadn’t even realized anyone was there, but now you definitely did. Fleur Delacour herself, sitting right there. And she was reaching towards you with a blue handkerchief that matched her Beauxbatons uniform perfectly. She dabbed it at a spot by your ear then pulled it back, smiling.

“Oh, thanks - I didn’t notice,” You said, feeling a little like a fool for making such a bad impression, but it couldn’t be helped. At least she had pointed it out before anyone else saw it.

“You shouldn’t put your quill like zat - it will ruffle,” Fleur advised.  You hastily took the quill out of your hair and set it down upon the table. She was right. The little feathers were a bit ruffled, and far from being as straight as they were when you had bought it.

“Thank you again,” You smiled, wondering why she was sitting with you of all people. “Are you looking forward to the second task?”

“I am a little nervous,” Fleur said, her i’s sounding like double e’s, which you thought was adorable. Leetle. “I noticed you ‘ave my pin. They caught my good side, no?”

You looked down at your sweater, where you proudly had pins of the four, the fantastic four as you liked to call them, attached to your chest. A fourth year Slytherin had started to make and give out pins that denounced Harry - and that was the only pin that you didn’t have. But you certainly did have Fleur’s smiling, yet determined face there. There was something about the way that she tensed her jaw, like she was looking into the future for any obstacles she could overcome.

“I think you’re all talented, so I’m cheering for everyone,” You explained.

“‘Ow very mature,” She said, looking over each pin. It was a bit intimidating being under her gaze like this. Especially since she was eyeing your chest. Your heart was pounding again, like it had when your eyes first made eye contact. You were positive that if she squinted, she would be able to see it. “But I am your favorite - no?” She asked with a giggle.

“Well, tied for favorite,” You giggled along with her. “Harry is like a brother to me, so of course he’s going to be higher than the rest.”

“‘e is lucky to know you, and you lucky to know ‘im,” She said, with a look in your eye that you couldn’t quite read. “‘e and ‘is friends care very much about you.”

“Did they say that?” You asked, wondering how this came about.

“More or less,” Fleur said with a smile. She leaned in, and with her adorable accent, she told you a little story of what had happened in the morning. “I was walking to my class and I over’eard my name,” She started. “I like to know what the people say about me so I listened in and it was ‘arry and his friends. The redhead and the bushy haired girl-”

“Ron and Hermione,” You interceded. Fleur nodded, and then continued.

“-and zey were saying that you have a little crush on me.” She smiled widely. You were shocked by this development, sure that Hermione was going to keep it a secret. Oh, you were so going to tell everyone that she fancied Krum. You couldn’t wait.

“Well uhh - you are very beautiful, and very smart, and-”

“I know,” Fleur said. She didn’t sound arrogant, though others might have thought that she was. It was just the honest truth that people would be interested in her. When she spoke, others quieted down so they could listen to what she had to say. Even if some of the Hogwarts girls made fun of her accent out of jealousy, it was really quite endearing. You didn’t know if your heart could take it if she said something to you in her native French tongue. “Do you really zink zat I am smart?”

You nodded. “And really brave. You’re kicking the boys butts, it’s really cool to see you do that. You’re heightening people’s expectations.”

“Zank you...” Fleur said, a little taken aback. “Sometimes I get sick of ‘earing ‘ow pretty I am.” She sighed as if it was an everyday problem for her, and you assumed that it probably was. “Zat is all I get from these - these - stupid boys!”

“They’re not the most imaginative, are they?” You chuckled. Both of the twins had asked you to the ball, but they did it in such an unspectacular manner. Like they were just expecting you to say yes no matter what they did. But you had said no, because if you were going to go, you wanted it to be something just a little more outstanding. Even proper words rather than a ‘We’re going together, innit?’ “Did you want me to say more nice things about you?”

Fleur giggled at that, her blonde hair bouncing around her. It wasn’t tucked back into it’s usual ponytail for once, but hung around her shoulders in curls. You could see the bits of Veela to her, having heard the rumors that she had some of their blood. “No, no, I vanted to know what you thought of me.”

“It wasn’t really meant to be a secret, I just thought that - well, since you have so many admirers, I didn’t want to be just another face in the crowd,” You shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalant. But really, your heart was beating quickly, and you felt like you were going to be sick. Your nerves were getting to you, and you couldn’t believe this was really happening. Like you had eaten a bad hot dog - and you prayed you wouldn’t get sick on her.

“You are so cute. y/n,” Fleur said. You felt like someone had just thrown you in a fire with the way that she had said your name. The way that her accent formed it. “I am glad I asked your friends about you.”

“Yeah, I guess I have to thank them for thinking about me,” You said, biting on your bottom lip. At first you had wanted to pummel them, which was not a very Hufflepuff way to think, but you had been mortified. But now, that it seemed like something good was coming out of it, you were thrilled. You would be sending Harry, Ron and Hermione so much Honeydukes for Christmas, they were going to gain a hundred pounds each.

“So - does that mean you will go to ‘ze ball with me?” Fleur asked, leaning in as if you were discussing something secret. “You will ‘ave to learn ze dance but we can practice it together-”

“I think I can handle a couple of steps,” You said, after trying to get your breath back. You finally let a deep one out with a smile. This was really beginning to be the best study break that you had ever taken, although you couldn’t remember a single line that you had just read.

“Great!” Fleur clapped, excitedly, bringing about a couple of looks, mainly jealous ones from the boys that you were the lucky one to be spending time with her. “My dress is silver.”

“I’m sure I can find something to compliment it,” You said, knowing now that you would have to go to Hogsmeade on the next trip to find something suitable.

“And I expect a corsage-” She said, nearly butchering the word with her pronunciation but you thought that it was the sweetest thing. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, and expected it to be perfect.

“Of course,” You said, bowing your head. You could do a corsage, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

“And I ‘zink zat is about it!” She said, leaning forward and caressed your cheek like she had when she removed the ink blemish, but this time, it was with her bare fingers. “Practice Sunday Morning, in ze Astronomy Tower?”

“I’ll be there,” You promised. She blew you a kiss, tapped your cheek goodbye, then left the Hufflepuff table to go back to the group of giggling girls that sat at the table that had been made for the Beauxbatons students. You looked around, feeling like a big puddle of pure honey, seeing a couple of looks in your direction. You packed up your things in a hurry, then rushed out of the Great Hall, your sights set on the Gryffindor Tower.

You had to find the Golden Trio, and you had to ask Hermione where you could possibly get a corsage in a wizarding village.