#anyway. jayce and viktor pretty dresses

[exhausted-undead]

i kind of hate this but im telling myself to live and let live (or something idk how the saying goes)

[redmedic]

Bottom Jayce Week - Day 4 [Lingerie]

Still not entirely happy about this one, but I feel like I've been staring at it too long. Anyway - we love seeing Jayce looking all dressed up and pretty... For Viktor's eyes only though.

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[bitchface24-7]

Oops my hand slipped and I’m back again (for the 3rd day in a row (I think I have a problem))

So following the trend of me seeing too many fanfics of smthn I don’t vibe with, I’ve noticed that a lot of Jayce and/or Viktor x reader fics have the reader as a scientist (makes sense writing-wise, provides a lot of opportunity for characters to interact and bond)

Problem is, I am dogshit at science. I was good at most subjects in high school, but science? Nearly failed. I was good at math and word problems too which made it even more confusing to me but it is what it is ig. So I was hoping for another JayVik x reader where this time, the reader is an artist

Now I primarily draw OCs and people (usually digital or w/ marker) so I’d like smthn leaning towards that but frankly you can do whatever

I just think it’s be funny if, while Jayce n Viktor do their cool nerd shit, the reader is fully unhelpful and doodling in their sketchbook. Quality time except I’m drawing sexualized men (gender equality) and my hot boyfriends are solving global trade or whatever

(Mayhaps also drawing them for studies and anatomy practice and showing them because I like forcing ppl to look at my art >:)) )

Again, take as long as you need to write this, hope you’re doing good :))

MY MUSES - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: after escaping Noxus with your best friend Mel, you've cherished the peace of Piltover compared to the wartime of Noxus. You were able to flourish in the city of progress with your artistry. It was the way you and Mel found solace in your old home. Now, you've been commissioned by the council to paint a portrait of the Hextech duo.

warnings: talks of wartime, insecurities, awkward talk, becoming friends with J + V, anatomy practice, complimenting your two boys, fluff, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I understand your frustration, even I've fallen into “make reader a scientist to make life a little easier.” I hope y'all enjoy artist reader!

You're painting in your studio at the Academy when the door is opened, and you smell the delicious fragrance of vanilla, cardamom, and sandalwood, it’s Mel.

You put your paintbrush down and turn to look at your best friend, a smile beaming on your face. You get up and go for a hug before stopping yourself, your clothes are stained with paint and you don’t want to ruin Mel’s pretty white dress.

She fondly rolls her eyes and pulls you into a hug anyway. Mel’s not a very touchy person. It was seen as a weakness is Noxus. She’s only really touchy with you, you’ve been her friend for as long as you can remember. She wholeheartedly trusts you.

And you know how rare that is.

“Hello dove. How’re you today?”

You scrunch your nose at the nickname, it was a nickname given to you when you were much younger. “It’s because you don’t see the glory of war. You’re gentle. Something I desperately need in my life.” Mel had explained, her Medarda Mask no where in sight.

“I’m good. I’m almost done the landscape you commissioned for the council room.”

Mel’s smile widens the tiniest bit, but her gaze is downcast. This isn’t a social call. She’s been tasked to ask you something.

“Mel, I understand. Just, tell me what you need from me.”

A sigh escapes the gorgeous woman, “The council has requested a portrait to be made of the two Hextech innovators, Viktor and Jayce Talis.”

You raise your brows in confusion, “Okay… why is that a bad thing?”

Mel leans on a clean section of your work station, a hand coming up to rub her forehead, “They’re constantly working. They don’t see the prospect of taking a break. If you were to paint them, you’d have to paint them in the lab; as they do dangerous experiments. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You place your hand over top Mel’s hand that’s braced against the desk, “I’ll be okay. I can’t imagine they’d let anyone get hurt.”

Mel nods sagely, the hand that was rubbing her forehead is now placed over your hand. She’s now cupping your one hand and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“I’ll tell them what the council has demanded. When will you be free to paint them?”

You look over to the almost finished landscape painting sitting on your easel, “Give me a week.”

Mel nods, gives you one last hug, and leaves your studio to break the news to Viktor and Jayce.

You just hope they’re nice to you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The week passed by in a flash, and here you are. Standing in front of two very large doors that make you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You don’t understand why you’re so nervous. You’ve painted portraits of the top-class in Piltover. The cream of the crop. The top one percent, and you were fine. You were mentally rolling your eyes every few minutes, but you were fine.

You’re now asked to paint two scientists and you feel like you’re going to have a stroke.

At least Mel gave you some advice in regards to both men, “Jayce is quite kind, easy-going, and easy to talk to. You’ll make quick friends with him as you are. His partner Viktor on the other hand… is a different story. He’s cordial, but stubborn. He’s quite witty with a sass that almost matches mine. He’d prefer it if you skipped the flowery talk and just got straight to the point. He’s not a fan of the mind numbing politics of Piltover. Say what you mean or don’t say anything at all.”

With that mantra repeating in your head, you knock on the doors to their lab.

“Come in!” A voice exclaims, “We cannot leave our stations, the gems may become volatile if we do.” Another voice adds, this time with an unfamiliar accent.

You lightly push open the doors and are stunned by the state of the lab. Papers everywhere, equations on a blackboard you don’t even want to attempt to understand, ink stains, scraps of metal.

You suppose this is their version of an art studio.

“Oh!” The first voice you heard exclaims, “You must be Mel’s friend, the one who’s been commissioned to paint us. I’m Jayce. The one brooding over there with goggles on his face is Viktor.”

A scoff, “I am not brooding. I simply do not see the purpose of a portrait being made of us. It takes time away from our research!”

You cut in, reminding yourself of Mel’s advice, “The council has ordered it. Besides, I need to study you two for a little bit. Understand your anatomy and proportions. Then when I have a clear understanding, we’ll take one day out of your schedule to get the painting done.”

Viktor raises his goggles, putting them into is hair and the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen narrows onto you, “You’ll only need one day to paint us?”

“The weather is constantly changing. That means so is my light source, my shadows, my colours.” You explain easily, “If we spend the whole day together, I’ll be able to easily get the portrait done and you two can go back to work. Sound good?”

Viktor purses his lips before nodding, Jayce just looks between the two of you with a small smile. He thought that would’ve taken a lot longer.

Guess you’re pretty special.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

One Week Later.

Their work is fascinating. You don’t understand quite a bit of it, but their enthusiasm and passion make up for your lack of knowledge.

Here they are trying to solve most of the worlds problems and you’re sketching them in your sketchbook with hearts in your eyes.

You focus on their bodies, how they bend, contort, their planes and shadows. How light glows onto them.

You focus on their unique features. Jayce’s sharp canines, Viktor’s cheekbones and moles. Jayce’s broad chest and Viktor’s cane and brace.

Those two points are especially important. They’re so detailed. And they’re a part of Viktor, you’re not going to erase something so vital to him as a human being to make the portrait “nicer to look at” according to the upper echelon of Piltover.

You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t feel a presence come up behind you, “Whatcha doing?”

You jolt, putting a hand to your heart as your pencil drops to the ground, “By Janna Jayce! You scared me!”

A boisterous laugh permeates the lab, “You we’re so focused, I couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing.”

“We’ll… I was drawing my two very beautiful muses.”

There’s a small silence in the lab.

“Your—“ Viktor starts, then clears his throat as Jayce stands there, stunned, “Your beautiful muses?”

You nod, not realizing their disbelief, “Of course. The two of you have such beautiful features. Jayce is quite tall, with broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and strong legs. A nice hair cut, strong brows, big eyes, and pink lips. You, Viktor on the other hand—“

You’re cut off by said man, “Are not as conventional—“

You cut him off this time, “Are also tall, lean, lithe, with long beautiful legs. You have a face carved out of marble, messy hair, eyes that look like liquid gold, beauty marks, and a nice pale complexion that compliments Jayce’s tan. You’re both quite handsome, just is different ways.”

The two men are stunned into silence, and it takes a few minutes before you realize what you said. You feel your face heat up as you try to hide behind your sketch book. Viktor lightly smiles at that as Jayce laughs and forces your sketch book back down onto your lap.

“You know, I’ve never heard such an honest compliment before.”

“Neither have I.”

You feel like killing yourself. Maybe jumping out of one of the lab windows will do the trick.

“So,” Viktor’s interrupts your dark humorous thoughts, “Do you feel prepared to paint the portrait?”

You look the two men dead in the eye, even as embarrassment consumes you.

“Yes.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

A day is set and you bring all your art supplies that you need into the lab. You even set up a place for the portrait to be.

The setting will be in front of their main work station, the hexcore and hexgems glittering in the background. You brought a comfortable armchair for Viktor to sit on, you know these paintings can take some time and you don’t want to over-exert his leg. You assume Jayce can stand for a few hours, placed right next to Viktor.

As you explain your thought process to them, the more excited they seem. And to think, they didn’t want to do this originally.

“Ok, get comfortable. Viktor you can put your cane to rest against one of the arms of the chair. Jayce, can you place your hand on the top of the headrest? Perfect. You two comfortable?”

You get nods and yes’ as your answer.

With that, you start to paints them.

You ensure to be as diligent as possible. You start with the boys, adding bits and pieces to the background as you go. You make sure to her the green in Jayce’s eyes, the beauty marks on Viktor’s face. The house Talis emblem on Jayce’s jacket; the intricacies of Viktor’s cane and leg brace. The purple and blue glows of the Hextech give the painting an almost magical feeling.

You have to say, this may be your best portrait yet.

A couple hours pass and you deem the painting complete. The two boys sigh, Jayce cracks his back as Viktor cracks his neck. Most of the painting was done is silence, a few tiny conversations sprinkled throughout the process.

You didn’t want them to move.

The two come to where you’re sitting and gaze at the portrait in awe. It’s… them. It looks so life like, as good as a picture. But it’s softer, it looks beautiful.

And they look phenomenal.

“Are you sure that’s us?” Viktor jokes, pointing at the painting, “Those men are incredibly handsome.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, “Now you know what to say when you look in a mirror. That’s how you look, and it’s how you’ll be remembered.”

Jayce smiles and puts a hand on both your and Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor looks touched at the sentiment.

“You should move your art stuff to be here. Permanently.” Jayce states easily.

You almost choke on your own spit, “Pardon? Why would I do that?”

“Because we'd miss you,” Viktor replies a cocky look on his face.���

You huff out a laugh, “Ill be of no help to you. I'm not a science brain. I'd just be in the lab drawing you two constantly.”

“We’d pose for you.” Jayce jokes

“Even if I wanted to practice nude anatomy?”

Viktor hums, “Not in the lab obviously, but yes even then.”

You smile at them, “It’s a deal then.”

And to think you were scared they wouldn't be nice to you. You just obtained two pretty muses (hopefully for the rest of your life.)

TADA!!! This was such a cute request. I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Pebble, you keep those requests coming (and everyone else who requests too 🫵😏)

I have like four requests now in my inbox and I squealed when I saw it. I've never had so many requests before. Usually my inbox has like… spam and fishing schemes. So this is amazing to me!!

[meowdy-all]

I need omega jayce put in like a pretty mens corset, and like,,, dangly jewelry pieces. Do you know the fan art that has viktor with an open back and all these jewels? That, but for jayce. Like... im just imagining a fic where its an important enough event that even viktor is going, and they agreed to meet back at the lab so they could take a carriage together, and viktor is looking at his notes for a second before he hears jayce come in, and when he looks up his jaw drops bec jayce looks Divine. Shining silks, dangly and dainty jewels and chains, earrings, bracelets, eyeliner, even his hair was styled looser than usual, less gel.

Jayce looked etheral and incredibly nervous. Viktor is still speechless, so to cover his nerves, he explains how its a fusion of his mothers ixtal culture and his fathers culture. Its the sumner solstice so the ixtalian silk is good for the heat, but the jewelry and stuff us from up north where his fathers from, typically, up there the alpha forges the main body chain for their omega to wear, but the way they do their chain is typically for battle anyway so i had to reconfigure it to be lighter, and "don't even get me started on some of the settings for these jewels, i had to go to an actual jewler to get some of these set they're so small, but, thats what i get."

The gems are all a variety of different colors, the ones in jayces ears are ruby, and the chains hanging from his body seem to be diamonds? , several of the bangles on his wrists were the same hextech blue as the gem in jayces cuff. The most noticeable gems were the ones on his fingers. He had thin rings on each of his fingers, sometimes two, but commonly, all of the gems in tgese rings were a deep dark green that seemed to shimmer with no movement (think green sandstone)

He says that no alpha has ever really been interested in him at these balls and how most of the nights he ended up watching cait, so when it was time for his debut ball during the summer solstice, he didnt see the point in displaying his culture, his parents culture, on a society that it would be wasted on. So he dressed like a traditional omega from piltover before he gave up on dressing like an omega altogether. Jayce admits he missed it, but the comments he would get about him not looking like a 'proper omega' would get to him sometimes.

But for this gala, he explains he is going with an alpha who would appreciate the traditional omega dress from both of his cultures, with the draping silk that cinched at the waist, the way it hugged his chest perfectly.

Just... I love world building, especially in abo fanfiction. And i love omega jayce.

[venush0llows]

jaycecait friendship/siblingism is VERY important to me so here are some headcanons :

1) caitlyn hated being an only child, always bored and wanting somebody to look up to and confide in (especially because she struggled to make friends as a pretty shy kid). so when her parents introduced her to jayce she jumped at the opportunity to have someone older than her that she could look up to as a role model. she would go to his lab and pester him about his research, ask if he needed help studying or if she could quiz him. at first he finds her annoying, but not wanting to be rude since she’s his sponsors’ daughter, but eventully he becomes used to her company (even enjoys it) and gets worried when she doesn’t visit for a while. he realises he quite likes being an older brother figure (since he’s also an only child) and giving her advice, helping her with homework etc. he secretly takes a lot of pride in how much she looks up to him.

2) caitlyn is initially lowkey in awe of jayce. she thinks he’s like the coolest person she’s ever met, and is always wanting to be helpful and is constantly bragging to people that she’s his assistant. but as cait gets older she grows out of this, and very quickly goes from being in awe of him to just making fun of him constantly. she mimics his mannerisms and speech, dresses up as him and does very unflattering impressions (which viktor finds hilarious). jayce starts to get genuinely annoyed by it, because caitlyn knows exactly how to get under his skin, and he starts to tease her too in a very brotherly way. like the ‘not touching can’t get mad!’ kinda teasing, it’s really stupid.

3) to continue with them teasing each other i’m imagining them at a fancy dinner party at the kiramman house, and everyone around them is politely talking meanwhile jayce and caitlyn are sitting at the far end of the table balancing spoons on their noses, flicking stuff at each other, stealing each other’s food etc. cassandra always fixes them a look and they go ‘he/she started it!’ and point fingers. they’re just so sweet i can’t deal anyways

4) jayce was one of the people who helped caitlyn realise she was a lesbian. she was sitting in his office and unloading her tween problems about how all of the girls at her school were obsessed with the boys and how annoying she found it, doing the classic young queer thing of ‘why do girls want boyfriends so much they’re grossss, hanging out with girls is so much better?’. and jayce is like are you not interested in the boys at school? and cait is like ew no. and he’s like have you ever thought you might like girls? and caitlyn is then like… huh, interesting. they then don’t talk about it again until a couple of months later when caitlyn develops a huge crush on one of the girls at her school, and she tells jayce EVERYTHING. she goes to his lab every day and fills him in on all of the drama, like ‘she smiled at me today!’. he listens attentively to all of it.

5) jayce introduces caitlyn to viktor as his sister, which is the first time he has ever referred to her as that. he doesn’t even notice that he did it, but it means so much to caitlyn. she gives him a huge hug before saying goodbye that day which surprises jayce a little. viktor later says something like ‘your sister seems nice’, and jayce is like oh she’s not my sister she’s just the kid of my sponsors. and viktor is like but you introduced her to me as your little sister? this is the moment jayce kinda realises how important caitlyn is to him too, since he’s also an only child who never experienced having a sibling, and he fully accepts his big brother role with caitlyn.

6) viktor also initially doesn’t like cait and thinks she’s disruptive and distracts jayce, but jayce seems to enjoy her company so viktor doesn’t mind. but eventually they both bond over swapping embarrassing jayce stories, and viktor loves explaining their research to her because of how genuinely interested she is by it and they basically just nerd out together. jayce loves how well they get along, as they’re both such important people to him, and sometimes he sits back while they talk and just watches them all proud and giddy (until they gang up and start making fun of him, then he doesn’t like it so much).

7) caitlyn IMMEDIATELY picked up on the jayvik tension. she met viktor literally once and hung out in the lab with them for a bit, and when viktor left the room she immediately says to jayce okay what the hell is going on there? and jayce gets all flustered, and she teases him being like jayce has a cruuuuush!

8) jayce is often on the receiving end of all of caitlyn’s girl troubles, and one time after she got broken up with he came over with comfort food, and they sat and talked for a whole evening just eating and crying and laughing.

9) caitlyn mourned jayce heavily after the war, his loss had a huge effect on her. she lived in denial for a while, not wanting to worry or burden vi, but when going through some of her old things she finds an old picture of them. it’s her as a kid in jayce’s lab, and they’re both grinning at the camera (viktor is taking the photo). she breaks down sobbing when she sees it and vi comes running in. she hugs her and looks at the photo in cait’s hand, realising instantly what was going on. they sit in a crumpled heap on the floor as caitlyn cries and vi strokes her hair, her own tears falling silently. it hits for both of them in that moment : they’d both lost a sibling.

10) caitlyn wrote jayce’s name on her slip of paper.

the end i might add more idk

[vi-gilante-1010]

The beauty of timebomb as a ship for me before season 2 was that it was doomed to never work out. Jinx and Ekko were so close as kids, they pranked enforcers and built things together and had that childhood crush that's so powerful at the time because it's your first ever crush. But they grew into such opposite people. Jinx devolved into a self-serving maniac that bombed and attacked for her own fun and for the people she cared about, while Ekko became someone who fights for the safety of all Zaun, saddled with a sense of responsibility to build a life that people could feel safe in. Ekko builds to heal, while Jinx builds to destroy. They're opposites, but they once mattered so much to each other. Ekko is the one person from her childhood she didn't kill because she pushed him away. Powder is the one he had to watch due before his eyes in her transformation to Jinx. It's tragic and it's beautiful and it's the epitome of season 1's tragedy: it's what could've been.

Then season 2 arc 3 came and well. It's a little less beautiful now. Introducing some alternate universe that blames the arcane magic for everything that went wrong, but simultaneously shows peace and prosperity as gentrification, with all of Zaun's uniqueness and culture eradicated and absorbed by Piltover culture. And it's in this world where Timebomb is canon. It could happen, if only she'd lost her sister earlier! If only Silco hadn't been a revolutionary! And then Ekko, without much explanation, beelines for Jinx. Not for the tree he was supposedly trying to save, not for his unnamed friends, not even for Jayce's lab. He goes to Jinx. And he saves her- off screen, of course, can't have the actual heartfelt connection between them happen in front of the audience- and they paint all over each other and go to fight Ambessa, because gotta have them in the fight, I guess. And then she "dies" anyway, which does double down on the 'they're doomed' idea but forgets the reason why they were doomed in the first place. She'd MURDERED plenty of Fire lights, his friends, his allies. And we're just forgetting all that because the All Problems Are Solved au Powder danced with him in a pretty dress? Sure, yeah, okay, whatever.

The tree, Ekko's safe haven he'd worked so hard to build, the Fire lights as a whole are forgotten by the narrative. At best, they and the Jinxers are treated like one and the same by the end, which is silly because they should for all intents and purposes be rivals, if not flat out enemies. The tragedy is altered to be more palatable because look, they still live each other after all this time! But it severely waters down Ekko's resolve as a character and makes his growth contingent on her, yet also maintains the part where he's solely responsible for the future of Zaun and the safety of everyone by having him force himself to the brink to kill Viktor, and then he's alone. Alone, with no friends. The Fire lights were never valued enough by the narrative to have names. His and VI's relationship is completely dropped from season 2 as a whole. Jinx and Heimerdinger both fake their deaths and abandon him. We don't see the safe haven he poured his life into, we didn't see whether the tree survived or not. All we get is Ekko, alone on a roof in Zaun. The only Zaunite to not leave or die.

This was originally a timebomb post. But damn if Ekko wasn't done dirty. It's like everything he did was for nothing, and not even in a way that's tragic but satisfying to the narrative. We don't get to see the end results of either of the major points in his arc. We never find out what happened to the tree. We don't see him reconnect with Jinx. News flash, season 2: in order to cry 'show don't tell' for your characters, you have to actually show stuff. "Show don't tell" + "intentional omission" = "really well-animated nothing burger"

(This post was initially written before the timebomb MV. So I wanna go on record and say that that MV didn't help at all. I think it's a nice MV, but it makes Jinx's choice to disappear more confusing by doubling down on Ekko being her safe place, and is unequal in that it's all about Jinx's feelings and how Ekko is her saviour. Not a fan. And if that's supposed to be the reconnection of Jinx and Ekko, then why didn't we actually get that in the show? Bonus content is bonus; you shouldn't have to have it for the story to feel satisfying.)

[itscloudsocks]

Time and Time again - chapter 7

life is still crazy, I´m still alive and without plans of changing that any time soon <3

also a reminder, that this fic miiiight turn pretty dark and angsty relatively soon, I´ll still do cw´s but just a heads up

cw: description of chronic pain and aches, low self-esteem

Viktor awakes in one, smooth motion. It’s neither gentle nor comforting, the way his heartbeat picks up, his eyes open, his brain turns on. Its a sudden, ugly thing; his ribs ache when he takes his first, deep breath in hours, his eyes stare up to the ceiling, his fingers lay heavy and flat on the blanket. Outside, in the streets far beneath his window, the Lanes are as busy as ever. Its a different kind of chaos now, when the morning sun seeps through layers and layers of the heavy smoke hanging over Zaun. Where the air has been filled with loud noise, alcohol, music, scents of food and drugs and sex just a couple of hours earlier, the Lanes are somber, now. Heavy bodies dragging themselves home, heavier heads cursing drugs, murmured voices and the soft rumble of stores slowly opening up. 

Down below, Viktor hears Vanders unmistakable, heavy footsteps, followed by a pair of lighter, no less assertive ones. Silco. Viktor can picture the two of them perfectly: Silco complaining about sticky floors and broken glass while Vander watches in amusement from his spot behind the bar. They've made up ever since their latest fight, and Viktor is glad. He's heard their loud voices coming from the next room, Vander seemingly angry about the Council's latest decision. Silco, exasperated and frustrated himself, had tried to reason, to no avail. There had been talks about new filtration systems in Zaun to filter out the toxic smog laying heavy and deathly over most of the Undercity. In the end, the financial aspect had once again swayed most of the Councilmembers to vote against Silco's suggestion. Their fight, in the end, had been without reason, but Viktor had left anyways, taken the stairs up and sat outside until it seemed safe for him to come back.

Most days he's alright with loud voices, with useless fights and palpable anger vibrating in the air. Not last night. His latest encounter with Jayce - still - sits heavy on his chest.

Sucking another breath into his raw, abused lungs, Viktor exhales with a long, silent sigh. His eyes unfocus, the ceiling above turns foggy and faraway until he, eyes dry and burning, blinks again. There's a distinct and too familiar ache in his body. His knee throbs, his hips complain, his back groans like the wooden stairs leading down from the attic. Raising a hand up, spraying his fingers wide like Viktor means to reach for the ceiling, he sighs, again.

His limbs have become skinnier, his fingers more nimble, his wrist slender and pale. The tattoos, while not getting rid of the life-long issue, do make it a bit better from time to time to not look away when he gets dressed in the morning. His arm sways for a moment but Viktor waits for it to fall into balance again while staring at the little nicks and calluses covering his palm and most of his knuckles. Once again, Viktor realizes that he is not pretty.

He is neither sweet nor handsome, nor polite or kind. Viktor is as hurting as they come, broken from day one, bruised beyond repair. There is a darkness in his chest, a bite to his tongue, an ugliness to him that he, with time, has turned into a weapon. He is ugly, not even in looks alone, but in thoughts and motivation. Love tinted black, smile cursed and aching, Viktor has never learned to be anything but. He sees his father in the way he, in anger, twists words and cuts people with them. He sees his mother in the sudden, violent outbursts when his body fails him once again, when he drops the screwdriver one too many times, when he cannot get out of bed because the weather is bad and his body is in pieces. He sees himself when he, very rarely, looks into the mirror to cut his hair or shave his face. He sees the pale skin stretched thin over sharp bones, the dark valleys beneath his eyes, the deathly exhaustion in them. He sees himself and he's tired. This morning is just another reminder of nature trying but failing to fix itself. Viktor is 26 years old now and he still draws breath, he still takes step after painful step, still has a brain alive enough to supply him with ideas. With a low groan of pain, Viktor shuffles around until he gets his legs over the edge of the bed. Sitting up by itself is exhausting enough, with his joints wrapped up tight and his back brace making it difficult to properly move. By the time he´s dressed and taking one step at a time to bully Vander into making him a cup of coffee, he´s sweaty and shaky once more. 

Downstairs, the sweet sound of silence awaits him. Vander is nowhere to be seen but a low rumble coming from the back, followed by a quiet curse, tells Viktor what he needs to know. Silco is sitting at the bar, a cup in his hand, another one next to that and a stack of papers in front of him. He looks up, when Viktor shuffles inside, a thin but kind smile on his tired face. The scar over his eye stretches but Viktor has never known him without it, he´s just glad Silco doesn´t cover it up when he´s here. Somehow, that´s always weirded Viktor out more than seeing the destroyed, reddish flesh and the barely functioning eye failing to blink back at him due to the lack of an eyelid.

“Morning,” he grunts upon coming closer. Silco nods and slides the second cup over to the empty spot on his right. 

“Heard you come down, figured you might need one as well.”

Humming lowly, Viktor sinks down on the chair with a silent, barely suppressed groan, and wraps his cold fingers around the cup. For a moment, nobody speaks. The sound of Silco´s pen scratching over paper fills the air but Viktor doesn´t want to ask what he´s working on. It´s for the next council meeting, most likely, and Silco either can´t talk about it or won´t want Viktor´s opinion on things he doesn´t even understand.

“Have you seen Pow and Vi come down?”, he chooses to ask, breaking the silence and making Silco pause in his frantic writing.

“Yeah, earlier.” The fact that Viktor didn´t wake up when they left the room is startling. “They were bickering about something. Violet didn´t want to take Powder with her but Vander broke it up before it got too out of hand.”

Nodding lightly, Viktor takes a sip from his cup. He doesn´t always agree with Vanders parenting methods but he could be doing much worse, he thinks bitterly, remembering his own parents.

“You look tired,” notices Silco with a sidewards glance over towards Viktor. Shrugging lightly, Viktor concentrates on the warmth seeping into his fingers, taking some of the ache and tension.

“When am I not.”

“Vander mentioned an old friend of yours having stopped by at Benzo´s store?”

Of course he did. Nosy old man. Shrugging again, Viktor chooses not to answer.

“I´m sure he and Benzo have talked about it in lengths, with you, so I won´t bug you. Just a piece of advice: if you care about your friendship with them, don´t give them the silent treatment for too long. Wouldn´t want you to end up like Vander and I have, back then.” 

Before Viktor can reply, the door to the back squeaks open and Vander appears, wiping his hands on his pants. When he sees Viktor sitting there, he gives him a warm smile and a soft nod. 

“Thought I heard ya,” he greets, stopping on the other side of the counter and leaning over, pressing a kiss high on Silco´s scarred cheekbone. Viktor has seen him do that before, in the morning when Silco is working on contracts and plans during breakfast or late at night when he´s sitting at the bar, staring into space with a drink in his hand. 

“Here I am,” agrees Viktor, pressing his fingers into both sides of his right kneecap when a particularly nasty flash of pain shoots through his leg. 

“You doing alright, kid? You look a bit pale.”

Shooting Vander an annoyed glare, Viktor just nods, furrowing his brow when the pain doesn´t subside.

“You know, I can tell Benzo you can´t make it today, it´s no problem-”

“I´m fine,” bites Viktor, interrupting Vanders low rumble and slowly forcing himself to stand back up. “Nothing I can´t handle. I better get going, I would hate to be late.”

Vander and Silco don´t try to stop Viktor when he grabs his cane again and starts the slow, torturous walk out of the door. The streets are dry but there´s a certain pressure in the air telling Viktor that it won´t stay that way for long. With the heavy clouds looming over his head, Viktor works his way across the square and pushes the door to Benzo´s shop open. Ekko is already there, sitting on the counter with his booted feet dangling over the edge, tongue between his teeth. He´s holding a little mechanical toy in one gloved hand, a screwdriver in the other one. Seemingly hard at work, Viktor almost feels bad for lightly smacking his foot with the end of his cane.

“We talked about sitting on the counter, little man,” scolds him Viktor, voice stern but not unkind. “Especially on the glass display.”

Ekko grins, puts the screwdriver down next to him and hops down before tilting his head up at Viktor. “You´re grumpy today,” he notices, no judgement in his small voice. Shrugging, Viktor shuffles behind the counter and pulls out the little stool to sit down. 

“Much to be grumpy about, kid. Go build over there, I have to concentrate.”

Ekko doesn´t take it personal - he´s used to Viktor´s moods - when he empties the small table in a corner next to a shelf filled with screws and metal parts and sits down on it. No manners. Rolling his eyes but feeling less negative about his own existence, Viktor pulls out the heavy book from beneath the counter. They´ve only started book-keeping ever since the Enforcers presence has gotten more heavy and threatening down in Zaun. And since Benzo couldn´t be bothered, Viktor had begrudgingly offered to handle it. He does most of the money-handling anyways, Benzo has long since taken a step back from being out in the shop. More often than not, he´s piled up in the back, working on inventions to sell to a couple of trusted rich assholes up in Piltover. They´d tried selling some of it in the shop for some time but most Zaunites have no use for little elaborate toys or fancy gadgets. 

There´s a headache forming behind Viktors eyes and an unpleasant pain in his spine - it´s started pouring down a little while ago - when the bell above the door rings, announcing a customer. Looking up while trying to smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows, Viktor is faced with the tall, broad form of Jayce, hair dripping wet and a little pool of water forming at his feet. For just a second Viktor manages to get a glimpse of Jayce before their eyes meet across the room. For only the blink of an eye, Viktor sees the relaxed swell of muscled arms stretching his jacket, the soft, content look on his tan face, the gentle smile in his eyes when he notices Ekko tinkering away in the corner. Then he turns his head and notices Viktor. The change in hus expression is as sudden as the first lightning of a storm. Shoulders tense, the smile drowns in the puddle at his feet, his warm eyes become large and nervous. 

“...hi.”

Viktor hates that he doesn´t hate the low rumble of his voice. He hates that he hates Jayce for what has happened years and years ago and he hates that he wants to hurt him, to push him away, to never see him again, because it´s not at all what he wants. He hates that it´s all so fucking confusing, the headache making it all the more difficult to make up his mind.

“What do you need?”, Viktor asks, his voice hard enough for Ekko to pause and look up, confused. When he notices Jayce, a big smile appears on his face. Traitor.

“Topsider!”, he calls out, grabbing Jayce´s attention for another moment. “I was wondering if you´d ever show up again after paying that much last time!”

The confusion on Jayce´s face makes Ekko laugh, clearly delighted. “You have to tell me what you´re building with all of this stuff! Please?”

Much to Viktor´s surprise, Jayce expression grows fond. With a soft tilt of his head, he smiles at Ekko and nods. 

“I can, if you want me to.”

“Yes, yes! Get over here, Vik will get your stuff!”

As if Jayce has forgotten that Viktor is still in the room with them, the tension seeps back into his muscles as soon as he´s reminded. Glancing over at Viktor, Jayce takes a soft bite of his lower lip before shrugging.

“It´s…a lot…I can help-”

“No,” interrupts Viktor, harshly. The last thing he needs is Jayce rummaging around in their inventory, messing up their system, slipping into even more of Viktors life, when he wants him to completely disappear out of it. “I assume you have a list, just give it to me.”

Nodding lightly, Jayce reaches into the pocket of his jacket - still drenched, he must be freezing - and pulls out a folded piece of paper, together with a small handful of gold coins and places it both on the counter between them.

“Just…whatever I can get with that.”

Viktor tries not to stuff the gold coins down Jayce´s throat and let him choke on them. To have this kind of money and spend it so freely, so without worry, makes Viktor furious. Still, he grabs the list and quickly counts the coins. He could be buying half of their inventory with this amount of money. 

“Topsider, come on!”, calls Ekko again and Viktor watches as Jayce turns to join Ekko, shrugging of the prestigious, rich Golden Boy aura surrounding him and leaving it in the small pile of gold coins on the counter in favour of kneeling in the dust next to Ekko. Viktor turns, holding the list in a clenched hand, and makes his way to the back. 

Jayce comes back not even a week later, another list and another small pile of coins in his pocket. He comes back even when Viktor is being an asshole, even when he spends an extra fifteen minutes sitting on the ground next to Ekko, assisting him in repairing whatever it is Ekko has found, even when it´s raining outside. Viktor hates it. He hates that, after another three visits, he starts depending on them, starts waiting for the bell to go off, for Jayce to stand there, body too big for the small storefront, heart too soft for the ugly darkness Viktor has been carrying around since birth. Still, he comes over, brings money and neverending patience for both Viktors hostile nature and Ekko´s indelible questions. 

It´s inevitable, really, that Viktor´s resolve starts to weaken and falter after almost two months of Jayce slowly emptying their inventory and filling their pockets with his coin. Still wondering what the hell could need this many parts and supplies, Viktor tries to hold onto the last piece of both his dignity and ego and does not ask, even though he´s dying to know. He might have a couple of ideas but truly, it makes no sense to him. Jayce is a genius, Viktor has known that ever since they´ve been kids and he´s caught on to Viktor´s explanation with barely any trouble. To understand and replicate this easily is a trait any inventor would kill for. Viktor, though, only wants to learn. More and more often he catches himself laying awake at night, wondering what it´d be like to work with Jayce instead of against him, what it´d be like to admire him openly instead of hating him in secret. 

It is two months and one week into Jayce´s visits when he enters the store and notices that Ekko isn´t here. He´s been out all day with Pow, Vi and the rest of the bunch and Viktor had, frankly, forgotten that it´d mean being alone with Jayce for the first time, properly. The silence stretches between them, uncomfortably and suffocating, until it snaps when Jayce clears his throat.

“Uh…I…have another list.”

Nodding lightly, Viktor stretches out his hand, waiting for Jayce to hand it over. When nothing happens, when Jayce doesn´t even move to reach into the pocket of his jacket, Viktor looks up, confused. It´s nothing new to have to look up at people, Viktor has grown up being looked down on. With Jayce, though, it feels different. Viktor does feel self-conscious about the crooked slump of his body against the cane in his hand, about the forward curve of his spine and the scrawny set of his shoulders, but with Jayce it has somehow never felt like he´s being looked down upon. Even though Jayce is a whole lot bigger and taller than him, he somehow always manages to look up at Viktor, eyes large and always a bit uncertain. It´s a strange sensation that Viktor cannot put into words, so he doesn´t even try. He´s still caught in his own mind when Jayce opens his mouth to speak, looking conflicted and, for a lack of better words, close to puking.

“I…I know you said that you wanted me to forget that we´ve ever met…” Viktor wants to smack himself. He remembers what he´s said, he doesn´t regret what he´s said but it did happen in the heat of the moment. He´d been overwhelmed and angry at Jayce and in awe and angry at himself for being in awe. “I just wanted to…apologize. For not showing up again. I have no excuse, I just…wanted to say sorry. I know I was an ass, I guess I was just hoping to…clear this up…that I do feel bad about what happened…”

Viktor says nothing. He says nothing when Jayce, after not getting a reaction, sighs and hands him the list and he says nothing when Jayce - almost timidly - says goodbye and leaves, pockets empty and bag over his shoulder filled with new parts. 

Tag list! (lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3) @frog-fans-unite @jack-of-nearly-all-trades @greatbeautyoflife @potatointhedirt @snowleopardtherebel @m00nsh-ne @genderless-pidgeon

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The Look Of Love (ViktorXFem!Reader)

Chapter 3

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Viktor was engrossed in his work at his desk. His gaze was fixed on the intricate hextech diagrams spread out before him. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps disturbed his reverie, jolting him from his thoughts. And there was Jayce.

"Hey Vik, you know about a party that's being held next week, right?" Jayce asks as he took a seat next to Viktor.

Viktor looked up from his work. A slight hint of annoyance appeared on his face from being interrupted, but his expression remained stoic. "I was aware of it, yes. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I heard from a friend of mine that you will be going out with Y/N. Is that true?" Viktor blushed as he heard that. His eyes widened at the statement, a hint of embarrassment crossing his features. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "I..ah..who told you that?"

"Her friend."

Viktor's brow furrowed. He tried to compose himself and regain some sense of professionalism. He had hoped to keep this particular fact a secret, but it seemed the rumor's fire was already ablaze.

"...Soooo, did you already go shopping?" He stared at Jayce in confusion. His confusion was evident on his face. "Shopping? What makes you think I'd go shopping?"

Jayce facepalms himself. "Aren't you going to buy a new suit for the party??"

Viktor's face turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment. He had been so absorbed in his work, he had completely overlooked that detail. "Oh, well...the truth is, I hadn't thought about it. I've been so preoccupied with my research..."

"Then we're going shopping tomorrow. I also need to buy a new suit" Viktor groaned, but he knew his friend was right. "Fine. We'll go shopping tomorrow. Just..don't pick anything too flashy for me, please."

***

On the next day, they went shopping together to buy the suits.

"Anyway, you and Y/N will be wearing the colour red, right?" Viktor nodded as they walked through the store. "Yes.. She had mentioned that she was planning on wearing a red dress, and I had chosen a red tie. Why do you ask?"

"Gosh Viktor...just a red tie?? Get a red vest too."

Viktor sighed and chuckled at Jayce's insistence. He knew his friend was trying to make him look his best "Alright, I suppose a red vest might add a touch of style. But no more than that. I don't want to be overly extravagant.."

Meanwhile, you were with a friend who's name's Amy. You both were shopping for a dress. "Amy! Do you think this dress looks good on me?"

...The dress was too simple.

Amy looked at you, analyzing the dress you were trying on. The dress was indeed quite simple and seemed slightly plain for such a special occasion. "Eh, it's okay, but I think you could find something better. Maybe something a bit more eye-catching? This one seems a bit too basic for the party."

"Right? But I really like the design... it's a pity the pattern is so plain..."

Amy smiled sympathetically. "I understand what you mean. Sometimes the design of a dress is perfect, but it lacks that certain 'wow' factor. But don't worry, we'll find something better. What about something with a bit more sparkle or a more extravagant detail?"

"... But not too... extravagant... knowing Viktor, he likes to keep his style decent."

Amy chuckled at your comment. "Oh, so you're thinking about Viktor's style too, huh? That's sweet. Well, let's find something that strikes a balance. Something that's pretty, but not over-the-top. We want you to look elegant but still suit his taste."

"You're the best, Amy!" You said as you cling to her with a sweet smile.

Amy grins and affectionately pats you on the head. "No problem. That's what friends are for, right? To help each other find the perfect outfit. And anyway, I want you to look absolutely stunning for both yourself and Viktor."

***

After hours of searching, you finally found a dress. It was eye catching, yet simple and elegant with a mix of over the top fabric with sparkles and gold and elegant with a mix of over the top fabric with sparkles and gold.

Amy's eyes widened in awe as you revealed the dress you had chosen. It was indeed a stunning piece, blending simplicity and extravagance effortlessly with its mix of eye-catching fabric, glitter, and gold accents. She gasped in delight and admiration. "Oh my goodness...Y/N! This dress is amazing! You look like a vision in it!"

"Really?" You asked, flattered.

Amy nodded her head vigorously, her smile widening as she said "Absolutely! It's perfect. The way it hugs your figure and the sparkle of the gold accents—it's incredible. Viktor is going to be blown away when he sees you in that dress!"

You blushed...You started imagining how Viktor's reaction would be when you wear the dress.. "I hope he'll like it."

Amy chuckled, amused by the rosy hue that had colored Cecilia's cheeks. "Trust me, he will love it. And even if he doesn't say it out loud, his eyes will give it away. He won't be able to take his eyes off you all night!"

"Now, let's find your dress!"

Amy's eyes sparkled with excitement as she heard the mention of finding her own dress. "Oh, right! I almost forgot about my own outfit! Well, let's go find something fabulous for me then."

And at the same time, Viktor and Jayce had finally found their desires suits. Excited and satisfied, Jayce and Viktor emerged from the fitting room, having found their suits. Jayce's suit was dark, with a vibrant blue tie, while Viktor's was more subdued, consisting of a dark navy suit and a deep red, almost maroon tie that he had been previously paired with his vest. "See? These suits are sharp. We look great, don't we, Vik?" Viktor just sighs softly and chuckles.

Viktor shakes his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes at Jayce's enthusiasm. He couldn't deny that they had indeed found nice suits, but he still preferred to maintain a sense of simplicity. "Yes, Jayce, we look decent. You, in particular, make a handsome model for a clothing store in that blue suit."

***

They were just walking until they bumped into you and Amy. You were surprised. "E-eh? Viktor, what are you doing here?" You asked, surprised by the sudden coincidence.

Viktor was equally surprised, his steps halted as the two parties unexpectedly crossed paths. "Y/N... What a surprise. I could say the same for you. Were you out shopping?"

"Yes.."

Both of you went silent, blushing. Amy and Jayce looked at eachother. They then decided to give you and Viktor some alone time..

So Amy then spoke, "Jayce, I have something to tell you, in private." Jayce played along. "Ah, alright then. Let's find a spot to chat." He nodded subtly, understanding the cue from Amy that they needed a moment alone.

Now, it was just left with you, and Viktor..

"Uhm..have you found a suit yet?" You asked.

Viktor nodded, adjusting his tie. "Yes, Jayce and I found our suits. We both will look presentable for the coming party."

"I'm sure you'll look dashing." You complimented him with a soft smile.

Viktor's stoic demeanor softened slightly at the compliment. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "I..appreciate your confidence in my fashion choices. And you, my lady, I'm sure you will look absolutely breathtaking in your dress."

[were-weenkie]

9 On the first day there was not much for them to do. Viktor was given Jayce’s old sleep clothes from his youth and placed in his mother’s bed. Balm was spread over the bruises and the bites were bandaged the best they could.

Viktor was given a light broth and soft bread to eat. His mother kept him company and shared her poetry. He lulled into slumber by the softness of her voice.

When he woke the sun had set, and to his delight Jayce had found his cane in that hidden fairy hole. He had supper at the table with their mothers on either side.

That night he slept more soundly than he had for a year. With his mother’s arms around like when he was just a lad he felt safest than he’d ever felt on land.

The second day went quietly from dawn until dusk. He spent the day with both mothers helping with every little task.

He helped out in the kitchen to prepare their every meal. He helped out in the garden to nurture every bloom. He had tea with them in the parlor and they taught him how to knit. They giggled at his ire for when he dropped a stitch.

Jayce returned late for supper with presents for them all. For the mothers, chocolates and cookies in a pretty box of tin. But Viktor was grateful for the gifts meant just for him. A whole new set of clothes, soft and thick to keep him warm. But his favorite were the leather shoes, such a pretty brown, for now he could finally go to town.

The third day was a happy day indeed. Viktor followed both mothers to the market square. They happily introduced him to all the friends they had there. They smiled at him gaily and each gave him a gift.

The baker gave him cheese bread that was freshly baked. The butcher gave him a pound of his best cut of meat. The cheesemonger gave him a wedge of his favorite kind of cheese. The bookseller gave him a new set of poetry. The seamstress kissed his cheek when she gave him new leather gloves. When he passed stall full of mushrooms and herbs, the forager gave him a small jar of honey without a single word.

They did not pass the fish stalls, for reminders of the Butcher Husband filled both Selkies with great fear.

The fourth day was treat for them all. Jayce had finished a commission from a wealthy lord. He showed them the bag of payment filled with coins of gold.

He closed the forge early and plead for them to ignore their chores. He told the mothers to wear their pretty dresses and Viktor to put on his new coat. He washed his skin until it glowed, shave his beard, and combed his hair.

Then once he looked presentable he took them to the cafe at the town square.

Jayce had them order what they wished and not fret about the price. All four eat merrily sharing bites off each other’s dish. When dessert came Viktor and Jayce had a bittersweet coffee and slice of vanilla cake with strawberries on top. Viktor ate his quickly, enjoying this new treat. Jayce smiled gently and put his strawberry on the Selkie’s plate.

The fifth and sixth days were simple. A heavy storm passed the town and there wasn’t much to do.

They stayed by the fireplace, where it was bright and warm. Jayce and Viktor discussed his commissions and how to best make the project work. The mothers swapped stories of their sons’ mischievous youths. After both sons begged them to stop they laughed but let them be. Mother Selkie focused on her crocheting of golden gossamer thread. While the blacksmith mother wrote letters to her family instead, asking about an heirloom that her grandmother wore when wed.

The days were peaceful but Viktor felt oddly. For the only touch he felt both days were when his mother kissed his cheeks tenderly.

Jayce saw his restlessness and took out his guitar play. Viktor rolled his eyes at his antics but sang a Selkie song anyway.

The seventh day was sunny and unusually warm. People whispered that this year spring would be early to come.

They decided to have a picnic by the sandy shore. Both mothers were content to sit on the blanket and have tea. Their sons walked the shore line to feel the water on their feet.

Viktor happily searched for treasures; some tiny and some big. Jayce carried the heavy basket but he never said a thing.

At home he shared his bounty with his mother before bed. She picked the pieces that looked best against her golden thread.

lovely

[badpersonboogie]

🌙- Prince Jayce is angry when his mother arranges a marriage for him with the young prince of Zaun without his consent. Zaun was poor country, yet a powerful one due to its high concentration of mages and its ruthless King. Piltover and Zaun had always been adversaries historically, with Zaun being a broken part of the original Piltover Empire, but only hate only led to more war. So Ruling Queen Ximena proposed a treaty; marriage of the crown prince Jayce to the second prince of Zaun. Originally she would’ve suggested the crown princess- but such a strong willed woman would never leave her place as future Queen to become a man’s bride. So she asked for Viktor, who was only a young child at the time. He was timid and had a weak constitution, but Ximena knew he was a bright child. He would be a wonderful Queen for her Jayce.

Of course, Jayce heavily opposes this. He’s being married to someone he doesn’t have a say in, and it’s a child??? Poor boy, does he even want this? What if he’s just going along with it to please the adults? What if he was coerced? Jayce doesn’t want to be responsible for hurting him. So he sets out to Zaun without the knowledge of his mother, determined to cancel the marriage and find an alliance through other means.

As he gets closer to the palace, he notices a small boy sitting by a lake. The boy is dressed in silken nightclothes- probably some noble lord’s son. But why was he alone at night? It’s dangerous. Jayce frowns. He unmounts his horse and walks up to the boy, asking him if he’s lost. Of course, Viktor freaks out seeing this imposing man find him at night and starts to sniffle. Jayce finds it hopelessly endearing, gently wiping the boy’s eyes and telling him he’s only here to help. Viktor mumbles under his breath that he was trying to run away. There’s a little satchel with him, and a salamander on his shoulder. Jayce asks him why. Viktor sniffles and says it’s because his dad and sister don’t want him anymore- they’re sending him away anyway. And what if the place they’re sending him to doesn’t want him either? He might as well get out of everyone’s way. Jayce feels immediate sympathy- how could anyone make this precious boy feel like he’s unwanted??? Jayce takes his little hands into his own and promises him that if no one else wants him, Jayce does. He lives in a big palace and he’ll happily make room there for Viktor, where he’ll be taken care of and adored. Jayce promises he would never send him away. It’s a lot of promises to make to a child he just met but Jayce can’t help himself. How could he refuse those sweet eyes? They talk for a bit longer, Viktor become more open as the night goes on. He rambles excitedly about his pet salamander, his tutors, his little inventions- all while Jayce grows more smitten. When Viktor smiles sweetly at him his heart seems to stop. Since when was this boy so pretty, so ethereal in the moonlight? Jayce can hardly stop himself from leaning closer, not deterred by the boy’s confused expression. But just as he’s about to place his hand on his thigh, there’s shouting in the distance. Knights surround them, asking for the peaceful retrieval of Prince Viktor. Thankfully one of the knights recognizes Jayce and salutes him, thinking that he managed to find the Prince for them. Meanwhile, Jayce’s head is reeling. Prince Viktor? This sweet boy was his fiancé? Huh. He wasn’t so mad at his mother anymore.

The King soon arrives on the soon, thankful to see his son unharmed. He apologizes to Jayce for the trouble, yet asks him what he’s doing in Zaun at midnight, much less with his son. Jayce smiles and says he only recently heard of the engagement and was so excited to meet his fiancé that he came here without any regard for the time. It was just a coincidence that he happened to come across the runaway Viktor. The King and the knights seem to find this silly, but Viktor looks up at him with a certain awe in his eyes. He gently asks Jayce if he’s going to be his husband, to which Jayce tells him yes, and that he came to know exactly how Viktor wants his room set up so he can have it ready for him.

(This was originally going to be creepy Jayce coercing Viktor into having sex with him, saying that he wants him more than anything and isn’t that what Viktor asked for? To be wanted, to be taken? But I felt bad for Viktor halfway through)

i love jayce wanting to marry viktor at the end! (though ximena might've released the pervert side of jayce fufffjff) (see? jayce can be horrible to viktor but he can't be too or it's not fun/we feel bad 😆😆😆)

[cryptid-juzou]

Thanks for the tag @msshinylemon and @nolongerforthetainted 😊

Fanfic Writer Interview

How many works do you have on AO3?

I’ve only been writing fanfic for a few months and I don’t have any that I’m satisfied with/ brave enough to post yet (hoping to post some soon though). But this is fun so I wanna do it for my WIPs anyways.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Can’t do top kudos’d fics but some of my current WIPs, all for bsd, are:

A currently untitled AU where Dazai is the head and solitary member of a large, wealthy estate who is growing increasingly disenchanted with his life. This starts to change when he meets and hires the fiery Chuuya to be his maid.

Treading a fine line - A Phantom Thief!Dazai and Detective!Chuuya AU inspired by the Mayoi cards. Chuuya has no clue the infuriating and elusive thief he’s been chasing for months is also the charming (but still infuriating) man he’s been dating and is slowly falling for.

A currently untitled HiguGin oneshot with little plot, it’s mostly just them falling in love. It takes place during/after ch.41 of the manga where Higuchi first sees Akutagawa with Gin and mistakes her for his girlfriend. And Higuchi’s first thought upon seeing them together is ‘Oh no, she’s hot.’

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I will when I finally post to Ao3, because I love when authors take the time to reply to my comments.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I cannot do angsty endings. Angst in the middle is great, but I am very much a ‘happily ever after’ kinda person.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I haven’t finished many fics, but the higugin fic I listed above is two girlies becoming friends and falling in love, so that fits the bill. 

Do you write crossovers?

No, I prefer to take characters from one thing and plop them into the world of another thing as an AU.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, I’ve only ever posted my stuff on tumblr and yall are so nice here.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ve been dabbling in writing smut, still figuring out what kind I like to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Can’t steal what's not there hehe.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not applicable

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but would like to at some point.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Picking one is impossible. As bsd is my current obsession, skk and HiguGin. I also love Joker/Akechi from Persona 5 and Dorian/Inquisitor from Dragon Age Inquisition.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My Yosano/Koyo omegaverse AU where they are alpha/alpha. I LOVE the premise, but haven’t got much of a plot to go with it.

What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm, maybe that I spend a lot of time trying to keep my characters in character. I worry a lot about whether what I’m writing is something the character would truly do or say. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

I need more descriptive imagery, and to explore the characters' inner thoughts more. As I’ve started writing more, that is something I am actively working to improve. And I need to work on the whole ‘show, don’t tell' thing. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it’s fun. I don’t tend to do it myself, as I haven’t really written stuff where people are speaking other languages.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I recently watched Arcane and fell in love with all of the characters. I really want to write something for Vi/Caitlyn, I love them alot. And also Jayce/Viktor.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m really liking my head of the house Dazai and Maid Chuuya AU. I’ve been suffering from Maid Chuuya brainrot for a while and it’s so fun to put my angry boy in a pretty maid dress. It’s also the first multi chapter fic I’m attempting, so I’m enjoying that process. 

I know we've only interacted like once so no pressure lol, but I know you write fanfic so thought I would tag you @samuraionyourmom

[can-of-pringles]

How would your OCs' significant others react to seeing them dressed up for the first time? (and for the OCs without significant others, whoever they're closest to)

Thanks for the ask!

Dannie x Murphy

Well, this is a bit of a different situation. Murphy couldn't see Dannie dressed up per se, but can appreciate through other ways. She could notice Dannie wearing a special perfume or something like that. Or feel the texture of Dannie's outfit (fancy clothes usually feel different imo) and of course Dannie could describe their outfit to her.

Silas x Copia

Copia would probably forget to breathe for a split second lol. He'd be so enamored of Silas. He would try to flirt and compliment him but stammer a bit from being kinda flustered and Silas would chuckle and think he's being so cute.

Arith x Iriel

Arith has seen Iriel dressed up plenty of times over the years but every time he's always so amazed by her and how beautiful she is. Though the very first time he saw her dress up he fought with himself internally about finding her pretty or not. Before settling on "Well... she's an angel, it's to be expected." He was in denial.

Iriel wasn't as surprised the first time she saw him dressed up since he tends to dress fancy anyway, but then she realized she can't quite stop looking at him when he's not paying attention. Noticing all the details of his clothes and how they suit his eyes and hair. And then she panics internally for a second. She can't find the enemy attractive! Iriel proceeds to push down her conflicted feelings and focus on the night.

Kaia x Odel

Kaia gasps and grins, talking about how she can't believe she's with such a gorgeous angel and how lucky she is. Odel can barely speak because she's so flustered.

Odel can't help but stare at Kaia, in awe. Kaia smiles and Odel whispers to herself that she can't believe she's practically with a goddess. Odel kisses her cheek before they both share a proper kiss.

Eliška and Rocket

[Context: Let's say the Guardians are on a secret mission and have to dress up, just go with it, classic spy mission]

Rocket is surprised at first to see her in a dress and not in her usual uniform. When he's silent for a bit too long, Eliška gives him a look and asks if she looks stupid. He says no, and explains that she just looks different. Eliška asks if he means good different or bad different. He replies with good different. He's not the one for aesthetics and fashion but he can admit the dress suits her well.

Marigold x Peter

Peter's impulsive thoughts immediately make him think he needs to marry Marigold after seeing her dressed up for the first time. He pushes down those thoughts because they've only been on a few dates at this point. He tells her she looks beautiful and her smile causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster.

Rosie x Allison

Rosie immediately goes to hug Allison, gushing about how much she looks like a princess and how beautiful see is. Allison grins and blushes.

Allison loses her train of thought seeing her for the first time, before she tells her she's the most prettiest girl she's ever seen. They playfully go back and forth about who's the prettiest until Allison shuts Rosie up by kissing her hand and causing her to flicker in and out of visibility.

Jelaa x Ahsoka

Ahsoka is so used to seeing her wearing something practical or robes of sorts, that when she dresses up, Ahsoka is uncharacteristically quiet, her brain overwhelmed with love, she quickly recovers and goes on to flirt with her a bunch, causing Jelaa to blush.

Arline and Viktor

Viktor would take Arline to some party that he and Jayce are invited to, something involving Hextech maybe. Arline would want to go dress shopping with Caitlin and keep the dress a surprise. Afterwards Arline is so excited and can't wait for the party but manages to keep the surprise. On the night of the party, Arline comes out wearing her brand new dress and it matches the colors of Viktor's clothes. He smiles when he sees her and tells her she looks wonderful. Arline does a little twirl and is really excited to go. Viktor feels a unfamiliar feeling. It's like proudness mixed with an achey feeling and nostalgia. He eventually realizes he's just surprised and a bit sad about how fast Arline is growing up.

Sorry I went a bit extra long with this one

[galacticdoodles]

Writing this down so I don't forget to draw it later

Doomed!svetla and Jayce just walking around talking and suddenly Jayce looks behind them and kinda stops

"What?"

"Looks like you've got some followers"

"Huh?"

"Turn around"

And she does and there's just

These Lil hexkids looking up at her and standing in a little crowd

"... papi they're staring"

"I think they're just curious, kid"

"Alright.. How can I help you?"

Silence for a beat then one of the kids speak up like

"You're the one that can make pretty flowers, right?"

"Uh.. I do that, yes. Would you like some flowers?"

"Yes please!!"

Suddenly there's a whole crowd of little hexkids watching Doomed!Svetla making a mini garden in the middle of a walkway just for kids to pick

@threeoffucks giving her the chance to be a little guide to the hexkids at the Duumvirate fuels me

HERES ANOTHER WORK DRABBLE BECAUSE I REREAD SOMETHING THATS IN MY HEAD

This is mainly just a note to remember to draw later but it's the sumprats living cottage life because they deserve peace

Doomed!Svetla and Jayce arguing over who clears the table after dinner (both go hard with acts of service)

"It's my night to clear it anyways kid"

"Funny you say that because I believe it's my night, and you mentioned your leg giving you troubles earlier today so sit"

"I think you're the one that should sit, you've been doing an awful lot around the house today so you deserve a break from one chore"

"Papi I will break that other leg if I have to so you will sit down"

"Viktor-"

"Don't turn to him for assistance!!"

Doomed!Svetla and Rango shoveling outside for whatever reason and it somehow spirals into a snowball fight, somehow Maya gets outside and it dissolves into chaos until they're reigned in

For some reason I can see the sumprat trio being really

Really good at setting up a campfire

Svetla growing the trees if there aren't any around and helping get firewood with Rango

Rango managing to find the good spots for a fire and chopping wood

Maya setting up the fire itself and tending to it (she has learned self control so it doesn't spread or get too big)

When they work together they're a whole unit

If they're near a town and they have to go into town for things or it's like a whole family event people watch them go by like "there's no way those 3 are theirs they are WAY too old" so either they just don't answer those questions or come up with the worst explanations

"Cousins first removed"

"Long lost siblings"

"Extended family"

They are the scary dogs (secretly they are the mistreated dogs just wanting to protect a home they finally have and found peace in)

Any of the sumprats actually getting to celebrate a holiday and they're just kinda stunned for a minute (Jayce seems like he'd go crazy with celebrations) and Viktor looks at them like "oh yeah he's just like this, you'll adjust soon enough"

Sumprats going out without

Any kind of proper winter gear and they're getting dragged back in but they always make sure good!Svetla is dressed proper (like in those star shaped onsies, she's got words about it but it was Doomed!Svetla's idea)

Sumprats saying "nah we totally can cook dinner tonight you guys just relax" and it looks like an episode of Hell's Kitchen with Maya setting a pot of water on fire, Svetla yelling out what to do and Rango just chilling prepping the food

They were not entrusted to work in the kitchen together again after that

Tea parties

Sumprats got roped into a tea party with Good!Svetla on the beach and at least one of them is wearing a tiara pretending to be a princess (it's Maya and Doomed!Svetla first but they dragged Rango into it somehow)

Sumprats collectively learning sign language

Maya gives the vibes she would totally know how to make fireworks

Like they're really good

They started off as just straight up bombs though so she was on house arrest for a while

Rango and Doomed!Svetla hung around outside the window to Fortunes lab and made it work

First being Doomed!Svetla throwing rocks and yelling to grab Mayas attention

"WE BROUGHT DRINKS!! YOU WANT ONE??"

"Svetla you're gonna get caught doing that. Someone's rounds in there"

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 211 Rundown

Arcane: So Cait is in FULL police brutality mode, like I know I said that last week but it’s worse, like idk if you can even call it police brutality if Zaun is sovereign I guess it’s just war crimes. Also she’s sleeping with Officer Friendly, who is apparently VERY friendly, god these relationships just fucking pop up out of nowhere, guess Piltover’s the city of fuckbuddies. Anyway Jinx has gone into hiding with Oliver Twist Child, just kinda sick to death of everything, like the transition’s a little abrupt given how gung-ho she was last time but to be fair she’s been through a lot of shit and both the pariah of the top and the freedom fighter symbol for the bottom so I get why she’d not want to deal with that anymore. Heimerdinger and Jayce and Ekko are all still missing and it seems there’s been something of a time skip because Mel’s mom is trying to figure out more magic shit to get the Utena cultists off her back. Meanwhile undercity checkpoints have gone full Half-Life 2 and Oliver Twist Girl has gone full Stand Alone Complex with making Jinx a symbol of rebellion, notably without actually killing anyone, the recent thing just seems to be dumping paint on everything. All the formerly feuding rebel groups have had enough of the fascist city state shit and are banding together and there’s this pretty cool scene where they meet at Vander’s statue and we go through the settings of the various memorials people have made through the series as all sides are just kinda contemplating what they’ve lost. Jinx doesn’t show up to the big rebellion meeting but Oliver Twist Child does get them all to band together in the end before they’re rounded up by Mel’s Mom’s fuckbuddy. Viktor’s old Frankenstein partner summons Demon Vander from the lab to come break them out of prison but Sevika and Jinx come to do it before he gets there. Jinx comes in third in a Jinx lookalike contest and they pull an Impel Down and break everyone out with Jinx coming to terms with being the symbol of la resistance and being someone people can look up to, sarcastically at first of course but eventually genuinely. Demon Vander shows up and may have killed Mel’s Mom (I should be so lucky, she’s a named character so prolly not) and then reenacts the Darth Vader scene from Rogue One on the prison guards before playing keep-away with Jinx and eventually pinning her down before he somehow sees through all the early adulthood angst and recognizes her despite literally everyone in the prison dressing like her at this point but what can you do, true parental love knows no monster transformations I guess.

SAO Alternative: Ironically we hardly touch base with the main group at all this episode, instead focusing on two side characters that have beef with the main group for different reasons. Clarence is the girl from last time that tried to blackmail Llenn into kissing her and wants back at her for kicking her butt and Shirley is the girl who winged Pito with a sniper shot and almost got her. Shirley’s been grinding and unlocked the customizable ammo skill to get exploding sniper rounds and is able to take people out and Clarence is just going around forming alliances and then killing anyone as soon as they agree… I really kinda don’t like Clarence and still don’t but Shirley’s pretty cool. Unfortunately both of them end up squaring off against each other and Shirley gets the jump on Clarence but Clarence is a sore loser and is demonstrated to have no honor so she blows them both up and the rest of Shirley’s team resigns when they find out she’s gone. Like for as much hype as these two got I was kinda expecting more, like this was a fun fight but Clarence makes anything she touches weird and neither of them even saw Llenn’s group and both are taken out so no more plot relevance for them, oh well.   

Trigun: Now that Vash has decided to spare the guy that killed all those people but is a bit more bitter and jaded from the encounter, it’s time for a clip show. Like yeah idk I don’t wanna skip the clip shows but when it comes to writing this stuff there’s not much to say about them. The framing device is kinda neat as it’s Meryl writing up her report and trying to cover her own mistakes while debating the nature of Vash’s character and kind of talking herself into appreciating him more, like it’s not new information but it does help development to see her mulling it over. We end by seeing Vash is COVERED in ridiculous scars for trying to keep everyone alive and Milly is basically fully shipping Meryl and Vash now, as well she should, and everything continues on to the next town.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: Since we dealt with Sayonji last episode we’ve kind of gotten into a rhythm of how this works by now,Sayonji, Miki, Juri, Nanami, Touga, with maybe some refights in there somewhere, we all know where this is going. This time is of course Miki and Kozue dealing with a situation with their parents with their dad getting remarried and Miki kind of keeping distant from the situation and just being vaguely pleasant while Kozue refuses to engage with it whatsoever. This culminates in the subplot of her saving a nest of baby birds when their tree gets cut down and her and Miki building a home for them together like how Kozue considers her and Miki to have raised themselves and having built a home without their parents, symbolism is kinda Utena’s thing but subtlety really isn’t. Miki seems to be projecting a bit, being the second in the “Fuck End of the World” train and refusing to go along with another distant adult to tell him to do something actively harmful saying it’s for his own good. And of course this means he’s the next target for Touga’s cult of Lightning Mcqueen and a very incestually charged car ride with Akio and Kozue. It’s very difficult to tell when the characters are being brainwashed or just being weird because they both kinda happen in equal measure in this show. They literally have Kozue turn into Anthy as if Miki’s romantic interests weren’t confused enough and it’s weirdly effective watching these characters regress like negative character development for the sake of plot is an inherently frustrating thing but also it helps the situation feel more tragic and makes you want to root for them to grow. Miki is eventually convinced by the gospel of engines and incest to challenge Utena again, this time with Kozue banging Anthy in the back seat like it’s prom night and idk how bro was supposed to focus with that going on, so of course he loses, these episodes are never really about the duels, 90% of them are completely uninteresting. Somehow him losing also stops Kozue’s make-out session with Anthy and crashes Lightning Mcqueen and idk how that works really but the two of them are back to the little birdhouse they made, neither getting what they wanted but left to make due with what they’ve made together. I said the symbolism wasn’t very subtle but it is kind of a nice image the two of them like that. Also just as a runner Akio’s been getting increasingly frustrated with Anthy and abusing her more often, pressuring her for more info about Utena that he can use and she’s unable or unwilling to provide, it’s that modicum of agency in her that’s slowly growing at a fucking glacial pace but I’m rooting for her.

Schedule here's prolly gonna be a bit light for the next few weeks, I've got inventory at my store next Saturday so I at least won't be adding anything new just yet but I'll try to watch the ongoing stuff if I get time but I've still got three empty slots here to figure out, we'll see how that goes and of course offer up any suggestions!

[dirty-jammies]

Planting Seeds (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

This was originally going to be a fluffy sfw piece on my main blog lmao psyche take Viktor with a breeding kink! Enjoy~

(Warnings: breeding kink, lots of mentions of pregnancy/becoming pregnant, unprotected sex.)

~❤️🌻❤️~

Your eyes widened as you looked at the small test in your hands. There was no way... you turned to look at Viktor, who was awaiting the results with bated breath. You felt pride swell in your chest as tears beaded in the corners of your eyes and you smiled, holding out the test so he could see.

"My love... is it true?" His eyes glimmered with joy and he held the test close to his heart.

You nodded and wiped away your tears, dirt smearing on your cheek, "It's negative!" You looked down at the raised flower bed in front of you proudly, "My phytoremediation hybrids successfully detoxified this entire plot of Zaunite soil!" You announced grandly, running your hand delicately over the yellow flowers popping out of the small clusters of plants.

Viktor wrapped his arms around you and pressed a warm kiss to your clean cheek, "I am so proud of you, petal," he looked around at your greenhouse-like laboratory, "You will be transplanting them in the Undercity, yes? When are you going to do a field test?"

You hummed, "As soon as the Academy gives me clearance, I suppose," you sighed, relieved, "I was so worried this would be another failure."

Your lover wiped the dirt off your cheek and kissed your nose, "The plants are perfect. And soon these hybrids of yours will be able to clean up the undercity! Pollution will be a thing of the past." He grabbed his cane and walked to the other side of the lab, picking up one of your notebooks, "And they grew so quickly! Germination in less than three days?" He smiled and handed you the book.

You giggled and wrote down notes about the hybrids, "Look at you, Mr. 'Botany is Boring'~" you couldn't help but tease him for his initial words upon learning your field of study.

Viktor rolled his eyes, "Eh, if I remember correctly, I was not the one who fell asleep during Jayce's latest Hextech presentation," He leaned against the flowerbed, admiring the yellow blossoms, "It truly is remarkable, even though they detoxified the soil, the flowers still smell so nice." He plucked one of the blooms and tucked it behind your ear, his hand trailing down to caress your cheek lovingly.

You inhaled, setting your book aside. The flowers did smell good, like honey and sunshine. You kissed Viktor once more, deeper than the chaste pecks you've shared since you arrived at your lab. You couldn't lie to yourself; the euphoric rush of a scientific breakthrough had made you more than a little frisky. It didn't help the fact that the flowers' sweet aroma mixed with Viktor's usual scent of strong coffee and metal was swirling around your head, making you dizzy. You licked his lower lip, feeling him smile against your mouth, "Hm? What is it, petal?" Viktor's large hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him, "Does gardening get you in the mood?"

You giggled and pressed a kiss to Viktor's neck instead, murmuring softly against his soft skin, "What can I say? Planting seeds deep in fertile soil... there's something beautiful about that, no?" you saw his Adam's apple bob nervously and you smirked. You pulled back to see his amber eyes were darkened with lust, and a pretty peach blush dusted his cheeks.

"I... suppose there is," his voice was too breathy to ignore, and you pressed your body against his, feeling a telltale harness rubbing against your front. Viktor spoke quietly, "Really? Here?" He groaned as your clever hands undid the front of his dress pants, relieving some of the pressure.

You smiled and tugged his pants down to his ankles, now kneeling in front of your lover, "Why not? Nobody but you comes to see my lab, anyway." You gently took Viktor's cock in your hands and reached out to lick the head. Viktor groaned and put a hand on the back of your head. You slowly trailed your tongue down the length of his shaft, and you gently cupped his heavy balls in your hand. Since you and Viktor had both been busy with your latest projects, there was no doubt your lover was feeling a little pent-up.

Viktor braced himself against the flowerbed and moaned as you gave little kitten licks to his balls while stroking his shaft, getting his sac slick and wet. The musky smell coming off of him made you shiver, and you felt yourself get wetter. Viktor gave a teasing smile as he looked down at you, "Preparing them for me? You really want me to... plant some seeds while I'm here, don't you?" The flush on his cheeks and how dilated his pupils became were clear giveaways that he was only partially teasing.

You pressed an open-mouthed kiss to each ball before returning Viktor's smile, "Mhm~ as long as you make sure to fertilize." You felt Viktor's cock twitch hard in your hand and he took a sharp intake of breath.

"Get up here now," he demanded and pulled you up by the neck of your lab coat. He crashed your lips together and turned, caging your body against the flower bed. Had you unleashed a monster!? Viktor nipped at your lower lip and breathed hard against your mouth, "Tease. You want this?" He ground his cock against your pelvis, "Want me to fertilize you, is that it? Want me to cum deep in your needy little womb?"

You trembled at his dominant tone and his filthy words. You had only been teasing before, but the idea, this fantasy of Viktor breeding you made intense heat bloom in your core. You quickly set to unbuttoning your dirt-smudged lab coat while Viktor kicked off his pants and started undoing his vest. You shrugged off your lab coat and pulled off your blouse, Viktor ogling your chest. With a gruff chuckle, Viktor reached behind you and unclasped your bra, grinning as your breasts bounced free.

With the both of you undressed, you hummed pleasurably as Viktor cupped your breasts. He would never admit it, but you knew your lover was a colossal pervert when it came to your tits. Viktor thumbed at your nipples, making you whimper, and he laughed at you, "So cute and sensitive" he teased, "Mh, I love playing with these, petal..." his mouth lowered to press open-mouthed kissed to the soft flesh before trapping one of your hardened nipples between his lips.

Your hands threaded in Viktor's fluffy hair and you sighed as his mouth worked over one of your breasts, his hand ceaselessly groping the other. He gently played his teeth around your nipple and pulled off while sucking hard, making you gasp. He looked up into your eyes with lustful hunger, and you trembled at his words before he switched to the other breast, "These will get bigger, too, won't they?"

You giggled breathlessly, his suckling and groping turning you on more and more. You locked eyes with your lover and grinned, "Only if you knock me up properly~"

"Fuck," Viktor growled and you gasped as one of his hands lowered between your spread thighs and two fingers shoved inside of you. You moaned as Viktor's long fingers began stretching you, playing around inside your slick walls and teasing your sweet spot. He grunted against your breast, "you don't know what you do to me, petal. I want to see you, round with my child," you could feel him grinding against your leg, cock leaving a wet trail on your skin, "I want to claim you as mine."

"I'm yours," you breathed, grinding down on his fingers, "Viktor... ngh, Vitya, please!" You were growing desperate, walls fluttering around his fingers. Viktor removed his fingers, taking a moment to lap up the wetness gathered on them, and urged you to hop up on the side of the garden bed. He then settled between your thighs and ground his cock against your cunt.

"Tell me you want this as much as I do, my sweet petal," he murmured, stealing a kiss as he wet his cock with your slick, his arms wrapped around you steadying him as he stood, "Tell me what you want me to do."

You whimpered as his cockhead bumped against your clit over and over, and you looked up at him with bleary eyes, "Viktor, please fuck me, I need to feel you cum inside me..." you took one of his hands and pressed it to your tummy, right under your navel, "right here, I want to feel you fill me up here! Plant your seed in me." You begged, then threw your head back as Viktor sunk into you, stretching you with his girth and your combined noises echoed off the greenhouse walls.

Viktor took a moment to let you adjust, and you saw him take steadying breaths, his face red and eyes dark, "Fuck, you're so tight and hot inside..." he groaned, reaching down to play with your clit, his fingers sliding over you with ease, "And you're so wet, I can't wait to fill you up." His lustful smile made you tremble, and as his hips started moving, you couldn't hold back your noises of pleasure. Viktor started a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep, grinding into you on every thrust inwards.

You kept moaning his name, feeling his massive cock stirring up your insides, and his clever fingers running circles around you hard clit. You felt yourself quickly approaching your orgasm, but with the primal look in your lover's eyes, you knew it wouldn't be the last. Your arms drew him close to you and you whimpered, the coil in your tummy growing tighter and tighter, "Viktor, Viktor," you whined his name, gasping as his fingers pinched your clit, "I'm gonna, ah! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Yes," his voice was wrecked, panting harshly against your neck, "come undone on me, petal, do it and I'll breed you like you need." He sunk his teeth into your neck and you spasmed in his arms, cumming with a wail of his name. Viktor grunted as you clenched tightly around him, pace slowing for just a moment. You went limp against him, being supported by his strong arms and the wood of the flower bed beneath you. Viktor pressed a tender kiss to the bite mark he left, though you could still feel his quick breathing huff against your skin. "May I continue?" He asked quietly.

You hummed and flexed your muscles around him, making him groan, and you leaned up to nibble on his ear, "Please, Viktor, please keep going... you still have to knock me up, you know?" You whispered coquettishly and gasped as one of his hands weaved into your hair and pulled. Your gasp turned into a loud groan of overstimulated pleasure as Viktor slammed back into you, resuming his hard rhythm.

Viktor craned your head back to keep littering bruises and bites on your sensitive neck as he fucked you roughly. His other arm was around your back, holding you close to him as he worked you up again. He was nearly drooling as he continued whispering absolutely filthy words into your skin, "Fucking perfect, such a sweet little cunt for me. Need me to breed you, my love? Oh, you'd look so good, big and round with my child. I'm going to fill your womb, then I'm dragging you back to my dorm to do it again, over... and over," he grunted, slamming into you, you could feel his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. His hand let go of your hair to press down against your tummy, right against where he was thrusting and the pressure made you scream, "here, I'm going to fill you up right in here until, ngh, until it takes!"

You could tell he was close, and you were too, his hastening rhythm and dirty talk combined with the overstimulation of your first orgasm driving you straight to the edge. "Yes, yes, Vitya, come for me, come in me please!" You begged, teetering on the brink of oblivion, "I need you to fill me!"

Viktor's hips slammed home into you one final time, his balls pressing tightly against your ass, and you came around him, shuddering. Viktor's face was breathtaking as he came, brows pinched together, golden eyes rolling back in his head, and his soft lower lip bit between his teeth hard enough to bleed. You whined as you felt his cock burst inside you, thick pulses of his molten hot, virile cum pumping as deep inside you as it could go. You felt like he was painting your cervix white. You twitched against him, every nerve feeling like a frayed wire, and he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, heaving out a final breathy groan. You kissed him sweetly, tasting iron on his lower lip.

You and your lover caught your breath, holding each other in a blissful (if sweaty) embrace. Viktor opened his bleary eyes and smiled at you, almost shy, "I, ah... that was new." He chuckled, voice rough from overuse.

You giggled, mind foggy with endorphins, "I love learning about your kinks, darling." You cupped his cheek and kissed him sweetly.

Viktor hummed against your lips and pulled back with a teasing smirk, "It seems as though it is one we share," His hands found your belly and gave it a loving squeeze, "I did mean it though. I would be honoured to start a family with you someday."

Your heart skipped a beat at his honesty and you beamed at him, "Viktor... I feel the same way." You hissed and Viktor whimpered in oversensitivity as he withdrew his softening cock from your pliant pussy. He reached down and you blushed as he used his fingers to spread you open.

He smiled, impressed, "Mh, you aren't even leaking. I must have done a good job." He winced slightly, supporting himself against the garden bed. You hopped off the side and pulled over your desk chair, allowing him to take a seat, "Ah, thank you, petal." He relaxed.

You smiled and rubbed your belly, "Mh, it feels so nice. By the way... did you mean the other thing you said?" You have him a sly look as you gathered your discarded clothes. You handed Viktor his clothing and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Do you want me to come back to your dorm with you?"

Viktor beamed up at you, "Nothing would make me happier, my love. I vow to fill you up as many times as you want..." he reached out and you giggled as he groped at your breasts, "anything to make these bigger!" You knew he was teasing, so you decided to tease right back.

"Well, you might have to wait a few months to try this sweetmilk..."

[caspercryptid]

So consider jayvik viktor is teaching a class, jayce interrupts says heimerdinger wants him but it’s fine he can cover, proceeds to realise he doesn’t know shit about the subject and says to a class of gossipy, nosey teens ‘you can ask me about just about anything that isn’t x subject as long as you don’t tell viktor’ chaos ensues jayce is forced to confront his feelings (sorry if this is too long/specific!)

You're gucci <3 on the record, detailed Premises are usually a-okay, the problem with details is giving me Plot, that's harder! Anyway, hope you like this one :)

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Jayce’s first warning really should have been the fact that he had no idea what Viktor was saying when he entered the room.

Sure, those were words. Those were words he’d heard before, even. Or half of them were. Maybe a third. His problem was that he assumed his lack of comprehension was less a loss of grasp on the subject matter and more getting lost in Viktor’s eyes, which were. Fixed on his. Again. Shit. He was supposed to be talking. “Heimerdinger.” He says, lamely, but thankfully, that’s enough. Viktor rolls his eyes hard enough that there’s a little ripple of laughter across the lecture hall.

“Really.” he says. “Well, that’s going to be all period–”

“I can cover.” Jayce offers. “Sorry to all you kids who want to go home but we all need to indulge Dean Heimerdinger in his facade that he’s capable of having a short meeting or he gets his feelings hurt.”

Viktor snorts and just hands Jayce his lecture notes on a clipboard. “Have at it.” He says. “I’ll be back in.... anywhere from twenty minutes to three hours. Stand vigil for me.”

“I’ll do my best.” Jayce says, smiling at him, getting a little lost in how Viktor smiles back for long enough that when he looks back up other students are exchanging glances. Shit. He looks down at the notes as Viktor leaves the room, and that’s.....about when it clicks.

“Hm.” He says. “Alright, new lesson plan.” he looks back up. “Some of you are in some of my class for mechanics, and if anyone wants to ask questions or do homework right now, you can absolutely do that, just don’t tell Viktor.”

“What kind of questions?” asks a kid in the front row, and Jayce. Gets the distant sense of something hanging over his head. There’s a kind of gleam there. But like a rat in a trap, he darts forward anywhere.

“Whatever questions you want.” He says, assuming the price he has to pay is going to be giving away his answer key for his next exam, which would frankly be worth it to not have to admit to Viktor that he has no idea how biology functions beyond metabolizing alcohol. Which he had specifically looked up to be able to drunkenly argue with Viktor better.

“What’s your relationship with Professor V?”

Jayce pauses. “–pardon?”

The kid looks at him like he’s stupid. “You just checked him out.” he says. “We all saw that.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“You kinda did,” calls a girl from the back, “What gives?”

“I– well, we’re friends.” Jayce realizes it sounds kind of lame, and that he’s kind of red, and another kid chokes down a laugh with a cough.

“Old friends,” Jayce adds, with emphasis, which doesn’t get a more impressive reaction, and he puts his hands on his hips.

“Oh, come on now. Isn’t he a good teacher? Isn’t he impressive? I mean, look at him, objectively, who wouldn’t stare at him? You’re all capable of recognizing that he’s pretty, imagine having known the guy for years and having seen him all dressed up for presentations or messy when he’s pulled an all nighter at the lab or all lit up from having gotten published or–”

Jayce hears himself about the time that he spots the expressions on the teenagers faces, and he stalls as it hits him.

“Shit.” He says, and there’s a proper ripple of laughter at that. “Shit. Okay. You’re all sworn to secrecy, right?”

“Of course.” A kid in the front row says, doe-eyed, and Jayce is too thrown off to question that as hard as he should.

“Great.” he says. “Now, does anyone want the answer key to my next test?”

A lot of faces light up, and he thinks he’s dodged the subject with everyone but himself.

Shit.