#but viktor took a vacation

[katswave]

So uh, y’all a fan of genderbend Jayce..?

[nevadancitizen]

-> OH VIKTOR, MY VIKTOR (WHAT COULD'VE BEEN)

synopsis: viktor reality-skips and meets different versions of you, different versions of himself, and some sort of god, who tells him of an unyielding truth.

word count: 5k

ships: viktor/reader

tags: angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst, pre-established relationship, pre-season 1 act 3 (aka sky isn't dead (yet))

notes: this is me cashing in my birthday fic (as in i can write anything cause it's my birthday) so i rewrote my other viktor fic w a twist from his perspective

related reading: Rot in Purest Gold

It’s been six weeks since you… left. 

Well, ‘left’ isn’t the right word, and Viktor knows that. But it lessens the blow upon his heart and his mind to just say that you left. Like you took a vacation instead of just disappearing into thin air. But that doesn’t erase the memory of the blue arc of… something – natural lightning, artificial electricity, something else – coming from the Hexcore and touching you, and you just not being there the moment after. 

He had scrambled for you, his cane clattering to the ground as he grasped at the air where you just where. A chant of “No, no, no,” left his lips, and panic quickly wrung his chest until he felt like he couldn’t breathe – more than he usually couldn’t, anyway. His leg buckled beneath him and he held his hands to his chest as he fell to his knees, trying to hold onto whatever was left of you (which was… nothing).

It’s been six weeks of a cold bed, six weeks of not waking up next to you. 168 pills (two for pain, one to regulate high blood pressure, and one to dilate the bronchi in his lungs to breathe easier – all taken daily). 36 days of work, despite your insistence that he take both days of the weekend off. 

It’s been 42 days of you… you left. You didn’t die. Your body would’ve been here if you died. There’s no body, so you’re not dead. (At least, that’s what Viktor hoped and prayed for.)

But, for all that hoping and all that praying, he never thought about what he’d do if he walked into the lab one morning, with you just… waiting. Sitting on the workbench, cross-legged, looking out the window. 

He says your name – a rasping whisper, honestly – and you turn. 

A soft smile spreads across your face. It’s polite, but forced all the same. “Hello. Do you happen to know where I am?”

“You’re here,” Viktor says, breathless and unbelieving. He staggers forward the best he can while his body is still in this state of pseudo-shock. His mind is racing – the speed of the hexgates couldn’t even hope to compare.

“Uh… yeah. I am.” You look around the lab and pull your knees to your chest. “Pretty nice place you got here. You rich or something?”

The tip of Viktor’s cane drags along the ground – he can’t even bother to lift it properly as he makes his way to you. You probably can’t even begin to know what this means to him. Seeing you, you for real (not in his dreams, or behind his eyelids, or in photographs). 

Tears well up in his eyes and mist his vision. “My love… what happened to you?”

Viktor rests his hip on the edge of the workbench and reaches out to you, his hand trembling. You shift away, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion. 

“Excuse me?” You say. 

His body shakes as a sob racks through it, his teeth gritting together to suppress the ugly sounds threatening to escape him. Viktor is usually calm, controlled; the one with a royal flush hidden against his chest. But this poker hand isn’t one he recognizes – what game are you playing?

A look of panic washes over your face and you take Viktor’s hand, probably to try to soothe him. But in that instant where skin meets skin, something… happens. 

Viktor opens his eyes with a start. He sits up in bed, and his joints groan in protest. 

The bed is… plush. Many blankets and pillows with a straw mattress much too big for just himself. And the bedroom itself isn’t huge, but it’s much bigger than anything down in Zaun. (Probably something below average in Piltover.)

Viktor pushes the layered blankets off himself and hooks his legs over the side of the bed. He stands and grabs his cane. 

There’s a knock at the window above the desk across the room. He looks over, only to see you, smiling, perching on the outside window sill. You look younger – maybe fourteen, or fifteen?

The thought strikes Viktor just as he passes a full-length mirror propped in the corner of the room. He looks younger, too: the same age as you, most likely. His face still has remnants of baby fat, and it looks like he’s in that awkward stage where he’s yet to grow into his cane. 

You rap against the window again –

– and it’s not a window. It’s two doors. Big ones, at that; with armored guards with spears standing on either side. 

“Enter,” Viktor calls out. It’s an odd sensation – he wasn’t the one who commanded his lips to move, but it was his voice coming from his mouth all the same. Like he’s being puppeteered. 

The guards’ armor clanks as they pull open the door. You stagger through the entryway, gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw repeatedly. You look almost… manic. Crazed. 

As you come closer, Viktor observes you – no matter how hard he tries to move, he can’t. It’s like this body is his, but… not. He’s just an observer. He can’t approach you, hold you, even if you look different. He knows it’s you. 

Grey streaks through your hair, and deep scars litter your body, the nastiest above your heart on your bare chest. Your baggy pants are torn and bloodstained. Mud and dirt cover your worn feet. Your gaze is trained on the ground; you don’t dare to meet Viktor’s eyes.

You finally kneel before his throne. Wait – was he sitting on a throne all this time? Is he, like, a king or something?

You confirm his thought with a whispered, reverent “My Liege.”

“My warrior,” Viktor responds in kind. 

You begin to reach for him, but stop yourself. Instead you rest your hand on your knee. “The exile to the badlands… I – I wanted – needed – a conflict to call me back home. Back to you.”

Viktor thinks to himself as his disconnected body stays silent. Why would he cast you out, especially if you’re in such high standing? The scars on your body indicate numerous battles, and you being alive before him indicates you’ve won all of them…

“If I may have the honor…” You trail off. You glance up at him once, but don’t meet his eyes. You bow your head. “I would… it would bring me great joy to fight for you again. To be your chieftain once more.”

His body continues to stay silent. If King Viktor has any thoughts, he can’t hear them. Well… this might be an improvement from the last… reality? Since Viktor only had a few moments of seeing you before he jumped to another one. Wait – jumped? Skipped? He needs to get back home to discuss this with you further. (Never mind your apparent amnesia – he’ll deal with that when he gets to it.)

“When the vultures start to circle…” Viktor begins.

“I will keep my nerve still,” you complete for him, your head still bowed.

He hums appreciatively. A small sound telling you to continue.

“The badlands…” You shake your head. “We must bring order. There are no gods, no kings – only man. The people there are many, but they don’t know how to organize amongst themselves. They have nothing but pride to defend.”

“Pride is a powerful motivator,” Viktor says. 

“They speak of a crown for the victorious,” you say. “It shall be rightfully yours, if you allow me to conduct battle in your name.”

He takes you in. Your body is strong, chiseled, half-bare. You look battle-forged, molded in a crucible fuelled by hellfire. He can’t tell if the badlands have done you good or bad, but you stayed loyal to his kingly counterpart. That ought to count for something. 

Viktor holds out his hand, his palm upturned. You look up, your eyes trained on his hand before looking up and meeting his gaze.

A moment passes. Your face twists slightly, the corners of your lips turning down a little and your eyebrows coming together a bit. Your jaw starts to clench and unclench again. 

He turns his hand over, the back of it presented to you. You breathe out a shaky sigh and lift your hand from your knee. 

“May the true king rise,” you say softly. You take his hand –

– and then immediately flinch away, clutching your palm. You let out a low growl, your face contorting in pain. 

Viktor feels his stomach twist and his heart drop. He stumbles backwards into the corner of his cage, flexing his hands and digging his fingernails into his palms.

“No! No, no,” you say. You clench your hand, trying to stop your palm from bleeding. “No, Viktor. It wasn’t your fault. You just don’t know your strength yet, that’s all.”

You put your uninjured hand on one of the bars. “Please, Viktor. You’re hurting yourself.”

Viktor looks down at his hands. Sure enough, his fingernails have broken skin and his palms are starting to bleed. And, when he really looks at his own hands, they seem… different. His hands were comparable to King Viktor’s, but not to these. 

His hands are rough and big, almost paw-like. And the rest of his body is, too; it’s mutated and it’s wrong. 

He looks at you. You look… mostly the same. Your eyes are the wrong color and you’re a little bit shorter, but still. So why was he so different? What the hell happened to him?

“What…” Viktor’s voice is not his own. He’s not controlling it, and it’s deeper, his accent is thicker, and his words just barely slur together. “What did you… do to me?”

“I’m saving you,” you say readily. “You – you told me to continue the treatments…”

His eyes flutter shut. That’s right. He did. His disease is progressing and he is dying. This must be a truth in every reality. 

“Don’t feel guilty,” you say, your voice soft and reassuring. “It’s worth it. Everything is worth it.”

Viktor opens his eyes. You’re still there, still smiling through the pain and still by his side. You look at him with nothing but love.

He lumbers forward, his bum leg no longer as much of an issue. He raises one of his hands and gingerly presses his fingers against yours where they rest on the bars of his cage. 

“There you are,” you say softly. 

Viktor’s eyes sting with tears. He leans forward and presses his forehead against the bars, letting his eyes slide close. It seems like there’s two truths in every reality – his disease and your love for him. Even if he’s a monster, you love him. You love him. 

Surely, at home – in his base reality – you still love him. Somewhere, deep inside, there are remnants of your feelings… and Viktor would do anything to help you remember them.

A tear rolls down his cheek. “Here I am.”

“Oh, Vik…” You bring your hand to the side of Viktor’s neck, holding his jaw. “Don’t cry. You’re perfect.”

He lets out a shaky breath. He feels your lips meet his forehead – 

– and then pull away. There’s a crooked smile on your face, and there’s something around Viktor’s neck. 

He looks down, noticing a necklace you must’ve slipped on him while distracting him with a kiss. It’s sparkling with diamonds and white gold, but speckled with blood. He takes it off and puts it on the desk in front of him.

“Money is easier to process,” Viktor sighs. He shifts in his seat and crosses his legs. “But I appreciate it.”

“I put a whole lotta effort into gettin’ you all these nice things,” you say, your tone holding a twinge of a whine. You sling your arm around his shoulders and lean in. “Do all them families without pig-cop-daddies mean nothin’ to you?”

Viktor breathes in, then exhales slowly. He puts a hand on yours where it rests on his shoulder. “It means the world to me.”

You laugh and squeeze his shoulders, pressing the tip of your nose against his temple and knocking his glasses askew. Even though Viktor still feels… trapped in this body, for lack of a better term, this is nicer than the body he was in before. You’re warm against his cool skin, and he can feel himself smiling. 

He allows you to continue your clinging as he flicks on a bright lamp and picks up a small magnifying glass. The word comes to mind – loupe. He hums softly as he brings the necklace close to his face, inspecting it with a careful eye. 

“The white gold is real,” he says. “Most of the gems are real diamonds. Some of the smaller pieces are substituted with quartz. The piece looks relatively old, so they are more likely to be blood diamonds rather than lab-grown.”

You rest your cheek on Viktor’s shoulder. Your hand moves away from his other shoulder, instead tracing shapes into his back. “How much d’you think it’ll go for?”

“Our usual fence is shifting something big in Miami,” he says. “If that deal goes well, and she’s in a good mood… maybe twenty thousand?”

Viktor can feel you smile against his clothed skin. “Mh… I hope.”

“And the duffels you and the others brought back…” He sets the loupe and the necklace down on the desk. “How much do you estimate?”

“Maybe… half a mil each,” you say. Your hand moves further down his back, tracing over the notches in his back brace. “Silco has been talking to Danske Bank – they’re willin’ to launder. He also has an investor in Bosnia lined up.”

His stomach drops at that name. Silco. But… he might be different. Viktor’s different, you’re different – it’s almost as if you’re part of some sort of robbery group, with Viktor as a mediator with the fences. The blood on the necklace and the duffel bags full of money are evidence enough. 

“Maybe we can take a trip there,” Viktor says, leaning back into your touch.

“Vik…” You laugh. “I’m on, like, seventeen ‘do not fly’ lists.”

He lifts a hand and runs a few fingers down your jaw. “When has that ever stopped you?”

You hum and lean into his touch, silently acknowledging that, no, a simple piece of paper (and the authority behind it) has never even given you the slightest bit of pause. “Why, ain’t you the smartest gemologist there ever done was…”

“You are quite the flatterer,” Viktor hums. 

“Only the best for the love of my life,” you say softly. 

His heart roars in his chest and he’s smiling so wide he’s sure he looks stupid. A breathy laugh escapes him and he turns, holding your warm face in both his hands. 

You scrunch up your nose and screw your eyes shut, your smile big as you put your hands over his. Your laugh is soft and giggly when he pinches your cheeks lightly. 

Viktor leans in, but his mental projection onto this body is so strong that it actually hesitates for a moment. This is… a different version of you. But he’s also a different version of himself – one that’s in love with this version of you. Besides, he doesn’t have that much control of this body, anyway. He’s missed you so much he can’t bring himself to care. 

It’s almost as if you can feel his close presence, or his breath on your face, or maybe you just want to kiss him. His thin, chapped lips meet yours – 

– and your lips feel rough, with patches of moss smattering across your face. 

Viktor pulls away, one hand still splayed across your cheek, the other holding himself up with his cane. You bring him away from your face, and he can take you in in full. 

He’s standing in the palm of your hand. You’re huge; sitting, you must be a story and a half tall. Your skin is covered – no, actually, you’re made of wood, twisting branches and trunks and bark making up your entire body. A winding crown made of bramble sits atop your head. Golden flowers, almost glowing, bloom across your collarbone and up one side of your neck, the petals looking almost silk-like. Your face is a simple blank mask, but Viktor can tell how you feel. The intrinsic connection between you two is almost tangible. 

You hold out a finger towards him, then slowly, carefully ruffle his hair. Viktor feels a little like a doll, but the care and caution you use when handling him causes delighted laughter to bubble up his throat. 

He leans into your touch, and a moment later, he realizes it’s of his own volition. He’s not trapped – his thoughts match his body, and he can do whatever he pleases. The very idea brings a smile to his face.

You make a sound that’s vaguely affirmative, kind of like cooing. You run your fingertip across the shell of his ear and past his pulse point, tipping his jaw up. 

He looks up at you, that content smile still on his face. “Yes?”

You (again, slowly, carefully) move him close to you. With your free hand bracing against the ground, you stand. Wind batters Viktor, but he blocks most of it out when he hides against the flat, broad expanse of your chest. 

When you stop moving, he looks over his shoulder across the vastness now exposed to him. Roots of trees reach from the ground into the night sky. Some are weaved together neatly, some are jerked into tight knots, some seem to be isolated from all the rest. None are the same. Everywhere Viktor looks, it’s crowded, with roots from one collection traveling a ways before joining another knot or weave or lattice, then another. 

“What… is this?” Viktor asks.

“Behold the beauty, the interconnectedness of all realities,” you say. Your voice is deep and rumbling – it reminds him of the far-away explosions he’d hear in the mines as a child. “Lo, Viktor, witness the cosmos. We nurture its essence, lest each fragile existence come unraveled.”

“We?” Viktor echoes, looking up at you. 

You look down at him, then raise your free hand to lovingly caress the flowers blooming on you. The color of the petals almost seem to match Viktor’s eyes. “Yea. We.”

You look forward and take a slow step that thunders when your foot meets the ground. The roots of the trees groan and whine as they bend out of your way as you walk. “Not long ago, I beheld a reflection of my own being… they were of your kind – small and frail, bound by the same fleeting fate. Dost thou know of this encounter?”

“I… did not know of this, no,” he says. 

You hum, and it sounds like the rolling tide of an avalanche. “Yes. It is as I thought.”

Viktor watches as you reach up to a particularly intricate weaving of roots. Your fingertips grow branches and intrude the plait, lacing themselves into it. 

He reaches out and splays a hand over the pad of your thumb as you… work? He’s not sure what you’re doing, actually. He doesn’t try anything else – just slowly lets his fingernails drag and catch on the dips of your thumbprint. It’s almost peaceful like this. Not trapped in his body or forced to say words he doesn’t mean. 

“Doth that reflection of my own being recall thee?” You ask softly. (Well, as softly as you can ask, anyway.) “Or art thou but a wisp of memory, lost in the abyss?”

“They… they do not remember me, no,” Viktor says, his voice hesitating despite himself. “I do not even know if they would wish to have their memories back.”

Your fingertips slowly retreat from the lattice. “Thou and I art entwined, Viktor. A truth, unyielding – two fated souls, forever bound in every existence. In all realms, thou art bound to me, as I am unto thee. This truth cannot be undone; not even by mine own hand.”

“In every existence…” he repeats, a whisper to himself. The thought – fact, as you had pointed out – makes his chest swell. 

Viktor gets interrupted when he feels something make contact with his foot. When he looks down, a root, skinny and scaly, is winding around his ankle. It reaches underneath his pant leg, and when it touches his skin –

– it’s you caressing Viktor’s ankles as he rests his feet in your lap. 

Nothing to be scared of. Nothing to be afraid of. Everything is fine. There are no cosmos, no alternate universes and nothing to worry about. 

The living room is warm and comfortable and it smells like home. It smells like you and sweetmilk. Fast-moving, sequential images are being displayed on a weird, skinny box – it’s a television. Something is playing on the television. 

A rather… odd-looking man is sitting behind a table stocked with various candies and foods. He throws a handful of colorful candies in his mouth and chews. After a few moments, his shoulders start shaking in either subdued laughter or poorly-concealed terror – it’s hard to tell. 

“It tastes like hamburger meat,” the man cries. “It tastes like raw hamburger meat!”

You laugh, and Viktor finds himself laughing with you. He doesn’t know what he’s laughing about. What’s a hamburger? A food. It’s an American food. What’s America? Stop asking questions.

“I am nothing if not a scientist,” Viktor says out loud. “And scientists ask questions, do they not?”

He turns to you and you have the wrong face. Distorted, melted. He opens his mouth to scream –

– and finds the breath stolen from his lungs. 

You have the root crushed beneath your finger. It crumbles and withers away under the slight pressure.

“Pardon the interruption,” you say. “The feeble realities… they yearn for the conscious, intelligent soul. Thy mind must be a feast most bountiful.”

Viktor gasps, recovering from the mental whiplash. Then, after a moment, he smiles slightly, a soft breath passing his lips. “I would like to believe that it is.”

“More shall seek. They sense thee, crawling forth for whispers of memories remaining.” You move a bit faster now, with more purpose. “We must return thee to thine reality. Mine own dear Viktor slumbers… soon, the time comes for it to wake.”

You continue moving at a quicker pace, but it’s clear you’re making sure not to knock Viktor out of your hand. The roots groan and give soft cracking noises that leave him worried as you continue on your path. 

Viktor clocks what you said a second later. “Wait, your own Viktor?”

“Indeed,” you say. “For now, it slumbers. This is for the preservation of both your fates.”

“Your Viktor is in danger?” He asks. 

“Nay. With every shard of my being, I shield it from danger unknown,” you say. “Such potent, restless souls dwell within you both. I shall not tempt risk and allow both thine eyes to open at the same time.”

Before Viktor can question you further, you slowly come to a stop in front of a ball of roots – a delicate lace made of strong wood. He feels an intrinsic, instinctual pull to it; like how an animal doesn’t know the word ‘hunger,’ but eats when it’s hungry. He doesn’t know the word or the feeling he has toward this thing – this reality – but he needs to interact with it. Needs to be back in that reality, his base reality.

“Hark,” you say. “Thine home.”

You reach out to it, invading it with your branches like you did to the one before. They snake their way through the intricate weaving.

You then look down at Viktor and bring him up to your collarbone, close to the golden flowers. Up close, the petals are whorls and swirls of golden yellows, and the stamen are crimson at the base with off-white tips. 

“Dost thou not behold the beauty of my dear Viktor?” You ask. 

He stops himself from touching one of the petals and looks up at you. “This… this is me?”

“Indeed,” you say. “A reflection. Brush over the blooms. It shall lead thee back to thine home.”

Viktor takes a step forward and brushes his hand over the flowers. A chime sounds, and pollen falls – well, it doesn’t really fall so much as it floats in the air. 

A translucent, almost celestial figure appears from the flowers and pollen, curled up with its eyes closed. As it hovers, it morphs for a few seconds, then becomes a reflection of Viktor; naked, warm, peaceful. A small smile rests on its lips. 

“Lo, witness my harbinger. My Viktor, the conduit of fate,” you say. “A catalyst for thine return. Touch, and behold its might — your might.”

Viktor looks up at you. 

“Be not afraid,” you say. Your voice shifts, and it’s no longer deep and thunderous and godlike. It’s yours. It’s the voice you have in Viktor’s reality. It’s the voice you use when you’re marveling at his beauty, when you make him turn soft and mushy and romantic. “They wait for thee, Viktor. Who art thou to deny thine beloved?”

And something in him cracks and blooms, like a weed through the concrete slabs of Piltover sidewalks. Viktor reaches forward and touches his reflection’s shoulder. 

His reflection breathes out a sigh, a pink mist leaving its mouth. It slowly uncurls, then opens its eyes and turns to Viktor. 

Their eyes meet –

– and he’s home. He’s in the lab, still holding your hand in a crushing grip. 

Your eyes go wide and your breathing starts to turn labored. Viktor is still crying. Tears well up in your eyes in response.

“Viktor,” you whisper, your voice warbling. 

He whispers your name in return. Quiet. Disbelieving.

You let out a choked, ugly sound, and scramble for him, almost falling to the ground as you get off the workbench. You wrap him up in your arms and he holds you close, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“You’re really here,” Viktor says, his voice thick and sticky. 

“I’m here,” you sob. 

He pulls away just a little, just enough to see you, to take the true you in again. Your face is twisted in heavy emotion, and yet, you still look so gorgeous. Fat tears roll down your face and you can’t stop crying, but you’re all that Viktor ever wants. 

“I never thought I would see you again,” he says softly. “When you – it…”

He tilts his head forward, touching his forehead to yours as his eyes close. “I was so scared. I thought…”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” You laugh weakly. 

“What? No, no, don’t say that.” Viktor moves his hands, one now holding your face and the other resting on the back of your neck. “I would never get rid of you. Never, never in a thousand years.”

You put your hand on his where it rests on your cheek and relax into his touch. A moment later, you gasp, turning away from Viktor. “The Hexcore!” 

You look around, then spot it silently hovering above its place on the workbench. It doesn’t make any noise, doesn’t spit blue arcs of lightning, doesn’t do much of anything. 

“Is it…” You trail off and sniffle. “Is it stable?”

“We have not so much as touched it since you left,” Viktor says. “We did not want to risk anything… not until I got you back, at least.”

“You got me back?” You turn back to him with a smug smile playing on your lips despite the drying tears on your face. “Possessive.”

He laughs and returns to his rightful place, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Yes, maybe. But you cannot blame me, no? You have been gone, and I… I have been afraid.”

“I’m here now,” you say softly. Your arms wrap around him and ensure he stays close. “I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t know what to do.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Viktor says. 

You hum and rest your head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He remembers you fawning over the faint scent of sweetmilk that hid under the smell of electrical smoke, smiling and telling him that it made him ‘even cuter.’ (But you had complained about the smell of rancid smoke. You told him to go get a change of clothes soon after.)

“I’m exhausted,” you say softly. Your voice is so quiet only he can hear, like it’s a whisper, like it’s a secret.

Viktor pulls away just slightly, then guides you to the plush sofa hidden behind the blackboard. He wheels it out of the way and waits for you. 

You lay down and stretch out, wiggling until you’re comfortable. You reach behind your head and prop your head up with your forearm, then pat your chest in a silent invitation.

Viktor props his cane up against the side of the sofa and carefully lays down on you, slotting himself against your body. You’re just as warm as he remembered. Your free hand strokes his messy, untamed hair, and it’s like you were never apart from him. 

He silently promises himself that this will never happen again – this separation will never happen again. The Hexcore will be dealt with, whether that means taming or destroying it. 

Viktor will never leave you again. Just like the god-you said, with every shard of his being, he will protect you. He may be a dying cripple, but a dying cripple doesn’t have a lot to lose. 

“Thou and I art entwined, Viktor. A truth, unyielding – two fated souls, forever bound in every existence. In all realms, thou art bound to me, as I am unto thee. This truth cannot be undone; not even by mine own hand.”

The voice of god-you, deep and thundering, whispers in the back of his head. The thought gives Viktor comfort. 

He slides his hand underneath you, holding you just as you’re holding him. He’s not letting you go, not for a while. As long as you’ll have him, he’ll be yours.

Come hell or high water, he’ll always be yours. He doesn’t have that much energy to fight that fate anyway. (Nor does he really want to.)

[a99jazzybean]

Pretty please with a cherry on top could I request a jayvik × reader where Jayce is basically getting cucked, ignored, and just used. I just KNOW Viktor and reader love driving that man insane and that Jayce LOVES being used❤️

~🍒

This one was fun. Thank you for the request!

There's Only One Bed... and a Chair?

synop: You take your lovers on a much needed vacation. During the trip you and Viktor decide to play with Jayce a little. Featuring: hotel cuck chair.

words: 5.6K

includes: jayvikxfem!reader, modern au, sex, threesome, riding, nipple play, oral sex, cuckholding, creampie, anal sex, fingering, sub!jayce, dom!viktor, switch!reader

a/n: You already know what this is... 18+ readers only!!

a/n 2.0: I am currently applying for masters programs so it's gonna be like a week or so till I can post again. But please still send requests if you'd like!

A red light and a beep chirps as you place the keycard against the door knob. You try again with the same result and groan. Of course the start to your vacation had to begin with the frustrating mechanics of opening a hotel room.

“Here, let me try.” Jayce holds his own keycard to the door. It flashes green, and you hear the lock disengage. 

“Wow. The universe really does love you , huh?” You tease the tall man. 

“I guess I’m just that amazing.” He beams at you. 

“Alright, enough with the compliments.” Victor chimes in. “ I need to lie down, immediately.” He pushes past you two into the room, and plops down on the bed.

“No V, not yet!” You run to pull him off, dusting his shirt and pants. “I have to check for bedbugs first.” 

“Seriously?” He quirks a brow at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be a five-star hotel?”

“Five star hotels can still get infested. Just give me five minutes, and we’ll be good.” You look over to the taller man hauling in your luggage. “Put those in the bathroom for now, Jayce.” 

“Aye-aye, captain.” Jayce follows your instructions and walks up to you for more. 

“Mind checking that cuck chair over there?” You snicker, recalling the internet meme. 

“The what!?” Jayce asks, face turning red.

You pause tearing away the bed sheets, surprised he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. 

“You know, the meme? Like all hotels have one chair in them facing the beds. The cuck chair.” 

“Oh…so it’s joke.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah…that obviously fell flat.” You return an awkward chuckle, unaware of the slight disappointment in Jayce’s voice. 

Jayce walked over the chair. A small leather sofa with a futon. He grabbed his phone, and turned on the flashlight to look under the seat cushion. When he was finished thoroughly checking the seat, he stood up and cracked his back. 

“Boy, I’m glad we’re finally getting a break.” He sighed. 

You hummed in agreement as you looked under the mattress. It had been a long time since any of you had gotten a break. This one was much needed. The boys had finally had some of their latest hextech schematics approved, and you were able to convince them to take some time off. Jayce was gung ho about the vacation, while Viktor took a little more pushing to tag along. You might have teased the skinnier man with some sexual exploits you hadn’t been able to indulge in to get him to come. 

When you finished your room check, you stood up and walked up to a waiting Viktor. 

“Bed’s all yours, sweetheart.” You gave him a peck on the cheek. 

He held your cheek and turned your lips to slot with his. A surprisingly deep kiss from the man. His tongue gave yours a light lap, before he retreated. Enjoying the way your cheeks were now stained pink. 

The man plopped back onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the plush mattress beneath him. Deciding to join, you lay down beside him. Hand curling into his locks as you pet the man. He closed his eyes and sighed, appreciating your touch. When you stopped he reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips. 

“Thank you, love. Despite my initial hesitation, I do greatly appreciate you providing us this brief escape.” You smiled at him. Always so formal with his words, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Yes, thank you.” Jayce had joined you on the bed. His strong arms curled around you to pull you to his chest. 

Humming with content, you pulled Viktor towards yourself. The man shuffling himself into the curve of your stomach and thighs. 

“You don’t have any plans for us today, do you?” Viktor mumbled sleepily. 

“Not today. We can just rest after our trip here. Besides, all of the activities I have planned for the week are relaxing ones.” 

“You’re too good to us.” Jayce hummed against your neck. 

“You work too hard.” You craned your neck to peck the man on the lips. He left a trail of kisses up your neck. 

“It’s all for science, love.” Viktor spoke softly, you could tell he was drifting off. 

Jayce nodded his head against the back of your neck. His breathing slowed.

You decided to join them in a blissful sleep. Cuddled up with the men you love. 

When you woke up, it was around 6 am. The sunrise just beginning to peek through the blinds of the hotel room. Shuffling to get up, you felt strong arms pull you back to where you were. You snickered. Jayce, ever clingy, gave a sleepy whine. 

“Not yet.” He kissed your neck. 

Rolling your eyes, you obliged the man. Shuffling back to your original position. Arms looped back around Viktor, who gave a hum of content. 

This was something you missed. Being able to wake up cuddled with your lovers was a luxury. Sometimes you managed to find at least one of them in bed with you, but their work always kept them busy. Every chance you had to be pressed up with them you took advantage of. Which usually ended up with them fucking your brains out, but you weren’t complaining.

Eventually, you did have to pee. Much to the dismay of the men you were sandwiched between, you got up. Stretching out your arms with a long yawn. When you returned from the bathroom, Jayce and Viktor were slowly waking up. The larger man was being spooned by Viktor. The two whispering sweet nothings to each other. Viktor trailing kisses across the man’s neck and shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. A sight that you appreciated. 

“You two are beautiful.” You smiled as they sat up to look at you. 

“We should be saying that about you.” Jayce said, extending his arms as an invitation. 

You waved him off.

“Sorry, love. But I do want to get ready for the day.” You opened up your suitcase to pull out an outfit for your relaxing adventures. “I can call room service up for us. It’s all inclusive.”

At the mention of food, Jayce perked up. Right on time, his stomach growled at the idea. 

“That would be wonderful.” Jayce said sheepishly.

“Let me guess… eggs and every type of breakfast meat there is to offer?” You smirked at the man. He was a bit of a gym bro, focusing on his macros quite frequently. 

“I’m on vacation, I can indulge a bit.” Jayce crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll take pancakes as well.” 

“And you?” You turned to Viktor with a more stern look. The man had difficulty eating properly. Hopefully he’d actually eat during this trip. 

“I wouldn’t mind the meal in front of me.” Viktor purred suggestively. 

Rolling your eyes you chided him. “Later, V, now you need to get something in that empty stomach of yours. Especially since you have meds you're supposed to take with food, yet seem to forget quite frequently.”

He waved you off with an amused smirk. Despite your nagging, Viktor appreciated how much you cared about him. Always sending him off to work with a lunch, and some snacks. 

“I’ll take an omelette with Canadian bacon, cheese, and onions.”

“I think you mean ham?” Jayce playfully shoved the man beside him, who in turn responded by flicking his cheek. 

You made the call downstairs, adding coffee to the order along with your choices. While you waited for breakfast to arrive you decided to make yourself presentable. Peeling off the clothes from your travel, and grabbing your toiletries. Paying no mind to the slack-jawed men as you strode around the room naked. Only smirking as you felt their eyes on you. 

“I have decided I’m in desperate need of a shower, right now.” Jayce exclaimed. 

You giggled and rolled your eyes. The man quickly shuffled out of his clothes and entered the bathroom behind you. Viktor thankfully didn’t feel left out, instead turning on the TV to pass the time. Sexy shower times weren’t very conducive with the man’s poor leg. But he knew that you had a wild week planned for them. He was patient. 

As you turned on the shower, you felt large hands pawing at your exposed body. Jayce was always one to constantly display his affections for you. Always enjoying grabbing you to his body. The man’s fingers tweaked your nipples, making you squeak.

“Jayce, I actually need to shower.” 

“Me too, but with you in it.” His cheeky smile pressed kisses down your neck and back. 

You let out a sigh at the sweet action, then pulled away from the man to enter the shower. Hot water soothing your tight muscles, making you hum with content. Jayce joined behind you, his large hands returned to touching your body. He lifted your chin with his fingers, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. His other hand curled in your hair, pulling your head back for him to trail more kisses down your neck. 

“Jayce…”

“Hmmm?” He continued to kiss down your body. Tongue flicking at your nipples, making you jolt. 

“I need to shower.” You groaned as he kissed down your stomach.

Kneeling on the shower floor, Jayce kissed between your thighs. Water droplets clung to his lashes as he looked up at you with a pleading gaze. The look sending a hot shock to your core. 

Nodding, you curled your hand in his hair. A hot tongue pressed between your slick folds, making you groan. It had been a couple of weeks since the men had been with you. Jayce was going to enjoy every moment he could. Groaning at your taste, he reached for his now hard cock. Hand pumping it as he continued to lap at you. Noticing the added motion, you pulled Jayce’s face away from your pussy. The man letting out a pathetic whine, hand around his cock pausing. 

The pleading look in his eyes almost had you cave, but you didn’t appreciate the man not asking you for permission. 

“Jayce, you can keep playing with yourself.” His eyes glittered at the approval. You tutted at his enthusiasm.

“But you cannot cum until I say so, understand?” The enthused look dropped, but he nodded.

“Yes, I understand.” He whined.

“Good boy.” You pulled the man’s face back to your weeping core. 

The man loved it when you used him. At first it was something you had to get used to. Your past lovers had been the more selfish type, only caring about their release. But Jayce, he was an entirely different being. He got off on you and Viktor getting off. Sometimes going for days without release while he gave you orgasm after orgasm. Loving the pain of edging. 

His tongue returned to lapping at your folds. You groaned as his tongue traced around your clit. Hips jolting as he sucked on the sensitive nub. The man was pushing to make you climax, and he was making you get close very quickly. 

“Fuck Jayce, you’re so good at this.” You moaned at another harsh suck. “Such a good toy for me to use, huh?” You finished the question with a breathy moan. 

You didn’t need a response. Jayce’s enthusiasm indicating how much he enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. Cock throbbing at each compliment and degrading phrase. His drooping eyes showed how wrecked he already was. His trembling body showed how close he was to finishing, but he was holding back. 

“When I cum, then you can cum.” You almost couldn’t finish the command as another shot of pleasure flowed up your spine. Grinding your pussy against his face as you felt the knot in your core growing more and more. 

“J-just like that baby.” 

Then he lapped directly on your clit, sending that final wave of pleasure that had you loudly moaning and convulsing. Spraying your own cum to drip down the man’s chin as his spurted from his raw cock. His groans of pleasure send shockwaves through your body. 

When you came down from your highs, you helped the man up. He caught you as you struggled to keep up on your shaky legs. 

“Thank you, love.” You said, adoration shining in your eyes.

“Anything for you.” He sighed, pulling you in a passionate kiss.

Pulling away, you gave him a knowing smirk. 

“I doubt that was just for me.” The smirk on your face grew wider as he blushed.

“It might have been a bit for me too…” He trailed, looking away.

“A bit?” 

“Okay, maybe a lot. But I could tell you enjoyed it too. And that’s all that really matters to me.” He pecked your lips. 

The two of you actually showered this time. Sudsing each other up, and cleaning up any remnants of your dirty time together. Afterwards, you wrapped up in fluffy towels and continued getting ready. 

When you exited the bathroom, Viktor got up from the bed. A knowing glint in his eye as he smirked at you.

“Sounds like you two were enjoying yourselves.” He quipped. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” You pulled the skinnier man into a deep kiss. 

“You better.” He purred, giving you a lustful gaze. 

Once Viktor was done getting ready, room service had arrived. Freshly cooked food and hot coffee filling the room with a wonderful aroma that left your stomach grumbling. The three of you ate on the balcony. The sound of ocean waves making you relax even more than you already were. 

“You’ve done a wonderful job with this trip so far.” Viktor said, lifting a mug to his face. “The hotel coffee is surprisingly good here.”

“Well, I mean we are on an island that produces its own coffee. It’s always best to get it close to the source.” You said, heart fluttering at the compliment.

Viktor hummed, a relaxed smile on his face. With just one night of sleep on this vacation, the man already looked significantly less stressed. 

A strong arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jayce leaned his head on you his thumb lovingly tracing along your shoulder. 

“What all do you have planned for us today, love?” He asked. 

“I was thinking we could go into town and check out the local shops and eateries. I heard they have some really cute local stores.” You smiled, leaning your head on top of his. The motion earning you a rumbling chuckle. 

“That sounds lovely. But you won’t be spending a single penny.” He lifted off of you, booping you on the nose. 

“What, why? This trip is for you guys.” You said.

“And we love that you’ve done this for us. So we’ll spoil you now.” Viktor kissed your shoulder. 

This was typical of the men. Often they preferred to be the one’s purchasing things for you. Mention you’re in need of jeans? Jayce already has his card pulled out and has dragged you to a designer store. Say your headphones broke? Viktor has already expeditiously ordered you the highest quality ones. While you enjoyed being pampered now, it took quite some time getting used to it. 

With their Hextech inventions, the men had earned more money than they knew what to do with. Even with their millions in donations, funds still raked in. Viktor had always grown up frugal, and his mindset didn’t suddenly change. So when he had a person he found to use his money on, he took the opportunity. Jayce just enjoyed spoiling you in general. Anything and everything you wanted was yours. You had once joked that you wanted to own a zoo, and had to stop Jayce from signing the deed to the city zoo. 

“Guys, I’m trying to spoil you…” You whined.

While your lovers might have quite the hefty paychecks, yours was much much smaller. A freelance writer didn’t pay all too well, but it was a job that felt good to you. So you took what you could get. And now that you didn’t have to worry about paying expenses, you managed to save up enough of your own money to pay for this trip. When the men found out you had used your own money they almost short circuited, but relented when you had given them those damned puppy dog eyes of yours and said in the sweetest voice… “I just wanted to treat you.” 

They caved, but clearly had caveats. 

You decided to allow them this win as they were both adamant about it. You had a feeling anything you laid your eye on would end up wrapped up and shipped home, but you knew that they enjoyed it. The weekend was all about enjoyment and relaxation after all. 

The three of you spent the early part of the day out on the town. Viktor and Jayce admiring you as you tried on beautifully handmade dresses at local shops. All of them just so happening to be sent out with you in many shopping bags. 

After enjoying lunch at a local seafood joint. You returned to the hotel for some sun and sand. Viktor lathered himself up in sunscreen, knowing that his skin would likely turn cherry tomato otherwise. When you put on your bathing suit, you were faced with the men ogling you once more. A cute two piece that showed off A LOT, but again, you were treating your boys. Jayce was practically drooling as he stared at the mostly exposed fat of your ass. 

Thankfully, the hotel provided private pools that led to a privately owned beach. So you knew prying eyes weren’t going to be much of an issue. A good thing, as you planned to tease the men as much as possible. 

Jayce made the short trek to one of the hotel bars on the beach to bring you all refreshments. You gratefully accepted a mojito with fresh mint as you lounged poolside next to Viktor. The paler man enjoying the shade of an umbrella, avoiding the sun. Jayce took to the pool, enjoying the sun. An amusing dichotomy despite the men being similar in so many other ways. 

The rest of the day was spent between you lounging by Viktor and joining Jayce in the pool or the ocean. The larger man constantly pawing at you, claiming he “couldn’t help himself”. Making you wrap your legs around him as you made out in the pool, Viktor watching with amusement. Such a needy man. 

When you sat next to Viktor, he whispered to you quite the fun plan for sexy shenanigans. One that had you blushing like crazy, but extremely excited regardless. You decided to set it in motion when Jayce had returned from another drink run. Your soft body draped over Viktor’s angular one as you kissed him. Audibly moaning as Jayce approached. The man paused to watch you two. You lifted yourself up to look over your shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. 

“You can set those right there”, you pointed at the table by the lounge chairs. Jayce complied, setting the drinks down. A questioning look on his face. “Thank you.” You chirped before turning back to Viktor. The two of you ignored the other man’s presence as you continued to kiss and grope each other. Viktor’s hands trailing over you, making you gasp and shiver. 

“Um.” Jayce cleared his throat, attempting to interrupt you. 

You and Viktor looked at Jayce, waiting for him to speak. 

“Do you need something?” You asked, a teasing hint to your voice. 

Jayce was taken aback. 

“Um, can I?” He reached toward you, but Viktor batted his hand away. Shaking his head at the tanner man. A dark look in his golden eyes. 

“Oh. Okay.” Jayce kept his hands folded in his lap as he watched you and Viktor continue to go at it. 

As the day grew dark, your trio headed back to your hotel room. You showered and readied yourself for a nice dinner that night. Enjoying the way Jayce’s jaw clenched as you showered Viktor with kisses and compliments, while you barely gave him a passing glance. He knew what you were doing. The teasing was getting to him, and as frustrating as it was, he found himself getting more and more turned on as the night continued. 

Almost whining when you went to give him a kiss and instead turned to kiss his cheek. You looked so good. Donning a lovely tropical themed dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Oh what he would do to get between your thighs, to make you give him attention. But he knew better than to try and touch you. For tonight, he had to be good and keep his hands to himself. He was sure Viktor would find some sadistic punishment for him if he did otherwise. 

Viktor was also ignoring Jayce to give you his full attention. Long fingers trailing over your body. Hands gripping your ass when only Jayce was looking. The larger man had to hide the growing need in his pants as he watched Viktor play with you in public. Almost whining when Viktor managed to make you gasp with a kiss to your neck. 

After an unbearable dinner for Jayce, you returned to the hotel room. As soon as you were inside, Viktor set his cane down. He pulled you toward him, hand caressing your cheek before he kissed you passionately. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Again, Jayce only watched. His hands itching to grab at the two of you. But he would be good. Being good meant he would get rewarded. No matter how hard he was getting watching you two, he would be good. 

Viktor led you to the bed, having you fall on top of him. You kicked your heels off, before straddling his waist. Grinding against his hard dick through his pants, making the both of you groan. Jayce whined, making you pause. You looked around the room, a cheeky grin on your face as you spoke. 

“Did you hear that?” You looked Jayce right in the eyes.

“Hmm, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Viktor had a cheeky grin of his own. “I’m sure if you did, it was nothing.”

“I guess so…” You trailed, before leaning back down to kiss the man under you. 

Jayce was practically panting as you began to undress Viktor. Slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt and pulling it off along with his undershirt. Revealing the man’s skinnier bare body. Your mouth kissing down his neck making Viktor sigh. Then he groaned as your lips attached to his nipple, tongue tracing around it. You felt a hand grip your hair and pull your head back. Meeting golden eyes giving you an intense stare, sending heat straight to your core. 

“Mmm…such a naughty girl. Teasing me like that.” That made your eyes widen. 

“I-I’m not teasing.” You whined, face red. “I’m trying to make you feel good.” 

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use instead of making excuses then?” The man yanked you down to give you a hard kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, making you dizzy. 

When you parted, you kissed down Viktor’s torso, removing his pants, boxers, and leg brace as you trailed down. His cock was extremely hard and leaking. The sight made your mouth water. 

Another whine came from behind you. You pushed against the urge to look. You knew Jayce would be absolutely wrecked. And you would be correct. From Viktor’s view, Jayce had decided to take a seat in what you had referred to as the “cuck chair.” A now fitting name. The larger man was palming himself over his pants. Viktor gave him a warning glare, shaking his head. Jayce whimpered, removing his hand and placing it on the armrest. Fingers practically tearing into the faux leather as he watched you. 

A moan escaped Viktor as you licked a stripe up his cock. Your soft hands fondled his balls before you sucked down his cock into your mouth. Viktor groaned as you took all of him in your mouth. Wiry fingers curling in your hair and lightly pulling. He enjoyed the lustful look in your hooded eyes. Already just as fucked out as Jayce was, and barely anything had happened yet. It made the man above you chuckle lowly. 

You continued to bob your head up and down his cock, enjoying every moan and whimper you could get out of the man. As you felt the man nearing his climax you continued your pace, adding more of your tongue into the mix. Trailing it along his shaft then swirling it around the head, eliciting the most delicious sounds from Viktor. 

“Ah, love!” Viktor exclaimed before shooting his load down your throat. Which you gratefully swallowed. 

The man thumbed open your mouth, enjoying the fucked out look on your face. But he wasn’t done with you. 

Leaning back, he motioned for you to fully undress. You slipped your dress off revealing you had gone fully commando. No bra or panties. Both men in the room groaned at the reveal. Viktor motioned for you to come toward him and you obliged. 

“Sit on my face, love. I need to taste you.” He breathed. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly shuffling yourself above the man’s face. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. He moaned as his tongue lapped at your drenched folds. Jayce joined in moaning, wishing he was the one under you. Unconsciously, you ground yourself against Viktor’s tongue. Chasing your pleasure. Viktor continued to lick at you, occasionally moaning against you. The action sending shivers of pleasure through you. 

Soon you felt your climax on the horizon. The knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight. Your pussy continued to grind against the man as you reached your peak.

“Viktor, I’m gonna…”

“Cum.” He commanded.

Convulsing above him, you obeyed. Spraying his face with your release as the knot inside you snapped. As Jayce watched he groaned, remembering how you felt cumming on his face that morning. 

“I wanna fuck you.” You breathed out, coming down from your high.

“Please do.” Viktor said, pulling your face down to kiss him. Tasting yourself on his lips.

Jayce’s jaw went slack as you lined up Viktor’s now hard cock with your entrance. Your drenched pussy dripping down the shaft. The man in the chair groaned as you slid down the other man’s cock so easily. He pictured how warm and soft you felt. 

“Viktor, you feel…” You began to move up and down his length. “So good.” You moaned. 

“You feel amazing, love.” Viktor thrust up in you, making you sputter. 

You continued to bounce on the man’s cock. Feeling your orgasm building up again. Jayce was dying as he watched you. Wishing so badly that you would invite him in. But you didn’t, enjoying how desperate the man was as he watched. 

Beneath you Viktor panted and moaned as you bounced on his cock. Loving the way your plush walls slid up perfectly against him. His fingers teased at your clit, heightening the pleasure you were feeling. 

“Gonna cum…” You said.

This time Viktor only nodded, too fucked out himself to answer. 

Your walls clenched around the man as you came hard. He let out a deep moan as he pumped his cum into you. His balls clenching as his orgasm continued for longer than usual. He chalked it up to waiting to have you for so long.

Shivering from the pleasure, you collapsed on top of the man. His half hard cock still inside you. 

“Keep me inside you, but turn around.”  Viktor said, propping himself on his elbows. 

You listened, twisting around, being sure not to hurt him as you faced the opposite direction. 

Viktor sat up, looking over your shoulder at Jayce. The desperate man, still clenching the armrests. Cock straining in his pants. The man behind you smirked and chuckled at Jayce’s desperation. He reached a hand out, pointing at the man in the chair and curling for the man to come forward. Jayce nodded and jolted out of the chair. 

“On your knees, Talis.” Viktor commanded. His lips kissed up your neck as you watched Jayce settle to the floor. 

“I bet you want a taste, don’t you?” Viktor’s hand reached down to your pussy. Spreading your folds as his release ran down your legs. Jayce nodded emphatically, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“Well, why don’t you get one. naughty boy.” Viktor chuckled as Jayce dove in. 

You moaned as Jayce’s tongue lapped at your pussy as it was still stuffed with Viktor’s cock. The debauched sounds sending shocks of pleasure through you. Viktor groaned as you clenched around him with each lick Jayce gave. 

The man below you focused on licking stripes up Viktor’s cock straight to your clit. You knew you were going to cum around Viktor again. Eyes pleading as you craned to look at the man holding you. His brow furrowed at the pleasure you were receiving in tandem. He nodded, allowing your release. With a cry you came around Viktor again, your release spraying on Jayce’s face. The man moaned, but continued to lap at you. The overstimulation made you whimper, but you took it anyway. Finding yourself bouncing on Viktor’s cock once again. The man you were riding groaned at the movement before stopping your hips. 

He pulled you off of him, his cock leaving you with a wet pop. Shakily, he stood up. Jayce grabbed your hips and pulled you back to his mouth. It was as if he was starving for the taste of you and Viktor. Viktor smirked at his desperation. The man grabbed the futon and pulled it to the edge of the bed. 

Roughly, he pulled back Jayce’s head. The man on the floor whining after losing your taste. 

“Strip, Jayce.” Viktor growled, then released his hold on Jayce’s hair. 

The man immediately stripped out of his clothes, his cock standing tall and red. It made you drool, but Viktor stopped you from moving over. 

“You’re going to fuck our love, and I’m going to fuck you. Understood?” Viktor gave Jayce a deep look, making the other man gulp with nervousness.

“But what about your leg?”

“I’ve got some support.” Viktor pointed at the futon he pulled over. “Now, bend over.” 

Jayce obeyed, bending over. His strong hands pulled you towards him, lining his cock up with your entrance, but not pushing in yet. You decided to play with him, sliding your slick pussy up and down his sensitive head. The man was practically crying at feeling you against him. He panted and whined as you continued your torturous teasing. A sadistic smile on your face as you continued the torment. 

From behind Jayce you saw Viktor with a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his long fingers, then circled Jayce’s hole. The man above you jolted at the motion. He looked over his shoulder as Viktor methodically prepared the man to take him. First sliding in one finger, then two, hitting Jayce’s sweet spot. A spurt of precum landing on your stomach as Viktor continued to finger the man. 

“Ah, fuck.” He panted, falling into a pleasurable bliss. 

When Viktor felt he was sufficiently prepared, he glided more lube onto his cock. Then he slowly slid into Jayce. Jayce’s cock slid into you easily along with Viktor’s movement. All of you moaning together. Jayce’s cock stretching you out with a pleasurable sting. 

“Please, move.” Jayce said, barely above a whisper. 

Viktor thrust into Jayce, making the man thrust into you. You moved your hips as well, loving how Jayce’s cock left a delicious bulge in your belly. 

The room filled with wet slapping sounds, moaning, and panting. Viktor continued to thrust into Jayce, holding back his orgasm till the other man came in you. 

Above you, Jayce was shaking. The pleasure coming from both ends was almost too much. He needed to cum so badly. 

“Please! Please!” He whined. 

“Please what?” Viktor questioned. 

“Please let me cum!” Jayce whimpered.

Viktor looked over the man at you. You were being fucked dumb, a goofy smile on your face as Jayce pounded into you along with Viktor.

“Mmm… I suppose you’ve been good. You may cum.” Viktor crooned, kissing Jayce’s neck. 

The words were Jayce’s undoing. His cock pumping cum into you as your own orgasm slammed into you. The way your walls clenched around Jayce made him cry out. He kept cumming for longer than he thought he could. 

Viktor soon found his release into Jayce. The man groaning as his overstimulated cock had now been fucked raw. Slowly, he pulled out of Jayce. Enjoying the view as his spent trailed down the man’s legs. 

Jayce also pulled out, watching in awe as his and Viktor’s cum poured out of you. 

The two men collapsed beside you on the bed. Everyone panting from the exertion. 

Viktor reached for your hand to kiss it softly. You turned to meet his golden eyes, his gaze filled with love. 

“Thank you, love.”

Jayce nestled into you, still shaking from the overstimulating pleasure. 

“We really needed this vacation.” He mumbled. 

You pecked both men on the lips.

“And we’re only one day in.” You sighed with a smirk. 

[sweetflanfiction]

Assymetrical Symphony - Part 12

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

A.N: Still on vacations!

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10

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In a very proficient succession of moves, Viktor had grabbed his keys from his bag, locked the front door—something he wasn’t supposed to do because of the council’s shenanigans, but Viktor hardly ever did what he was told—and had opened the door, holding it open for you.

Shaking your head at his antics, you made your way to the room and short of going inside. A butterfly had flapped its wings somewhere down the space and time lines, and what was once a spacious room was now nothing more than a broom closet.

“I know it is not ideal, but…it’s this or the hexcore room.” You heard behind you and cleared your throat.

“This is… um… fine…” You nodded and walked to the back of the room, which was exactly a small step forward, and turned back to the door.

Viktor walked behind you and closed the door, leaving both of you in darkness. He shuffled to get himself in a comfortable standing position, his cane leaning on the shelf behind you.

You knew if you could see anything but the soft glow of the room outside from under the door, you’d be face to face with his chin, having to still tilt your head up to look at him whenever you were in close quarters. You shook your head and cleared your throat to get your mind back on track. He took half a step back, completely oblivious of your thoughts, and you did the same, the shelves behind you carving a dent into your back. 

“Alright. The baseline for your starlight rune is about fifteen minutes.”

“Starlight rune?”

“I told you I wasn’t good with names…Do the rune with the new variant.”

The glove came off with a practiced tug, and the small room was slightly illuminated by the blue glow. You saw Viktor's hand immediately shoot up to touch it again, his never-ending curiosity getting the best of him. Your hand twitched in anticipation of the contact, and he stopped short of actually touching it.

“Sorry, it’s not you…it’s…” You started but couldn’t finish when you realized that it was in fact because of him.

“Don’t worry. It’s my fault…Learn not to touch anything before checking it’s safe... Truly, it’s the worst... I have a few scars to show for it.” He used the glow of your hand to touch a few small scars on his palm.

SVRCINA - Astronomical

You laughed quietly, tracing the rune for the tiny lights in the air, adding the small symbol on the top right of it. A flick of the wrist and up they went. Viktor tapped his fingers on his thigh, counting the time, his neck stretched up to look at the ceiling.

The endlessness of darkness is hovering. The sound of the silence is deafening. Ten billion decibels shattering

The opportunity presented itself to look at him in detail. On the forefront of your mind was the need to find any difference from your Viktor. On the back of it, the hope that there was none. 

The shimmering lights gave his already pale skin an even white tinge, but you could see the small freckles and skin marks he had running behind the collar of his shirt. His jaw was still sharp and angled, and his cheeks high; you peeked at the beauty mark under his eyes, and he still chewed on the inside of his mouth when he was thinking hard. Your eyes shifted down to take notice of his breathing. Closing your eyes, you listened to it. Clean, no wheezing, no strain. 

I'm drawn to the unknown where shadows hide. A slave to the powers that magnetize There's something inside of me I can't fight.

The smell of mint and cinnamon filled your nostrils. You had forgotten the height difference, the gentle way his breathing would make his chest rise and fall on his better days. You’d forgotten the time before he became consumed with legacy. You’d forgotten he was once flesh and blood and warmth.

You heard the shift in breathing before you heard the quiet laugh and looked up at him. True to his word, he had a hand outstretched, touching the tiny specks of light floating above you.

Weightlessness forsaking me. This pull is astronomical.

“Fascinating.” He murmured, his long fingers swirling around the shimmer. “It’s cold, but…not unpleasant.”

Viktor’s smile never faltered, a pleasant sound coming from his throat. The floating orbs just floated around the tips of his fingers, like smoke around a tree branch.

He moved his fingers to grab one of the lights, and your breath got caught in your throat. You really should stop him, but the gentleness of his long fingers as he swirled them around the smoke, nudging the smaller nodes away to grab a bigger one, left you hypnotized and mute.

Viktor’s fist closed around a glowing marble, and it burst like a soap bubble, breaking into tiny wisps of glitter and regrouping again after they passed his fist.

Can anybody... Anybody... Can anybody stop me?

You looked at his face; the usually warm golden eyes have taken a paler palette with the white cold light reflecting on them. His lips were curled up in a soft, wondrous smile that reminded you of a child; his long neck was stretched upwards, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed his amusement. It was new... this was new...

It hit you like a ton of bricks that even though you’d seen this man in almost any state of mind, this childish wonder was something you never noticed. You were far more preoccupied with keeping him alive than finding something that gave him this type of feeling. Even if in the end, whatever feelings he had were gone.

Ooh, this pull is astronomical.

“You’re staring again…” He snickered, and you nodded.

“You remind me of someone…” 

“Hopefully a good someone…”He looked down and smirked at you.

“Heh…He had his moments... You cleared your throat. "Shall we test the other theory perhaps?”

Viktor nodded and had once again craned his neck upwards. You did the rune and added the coda symbol on the same corner as the infinity symbol and flicked your wrist up.

The rune disappeared, but the stars stayed. You both locked eyes with each other and then looked at your hand, as if it was to blame for the lackluster results.

“Maybe it’s the symbol? Or the intention?”

“Perhaps…what have you been setting as the intention for this one?”

“Just…light up. The first time it appeared, I was in a dark room, so light seemed the best option.”

“Maybe think…dark…or…off.”

Shaking your shoulder to release some tension, you drew the rune, drew the coda, and set it free with a very defined 'turn the light off' intention.

“Rune… intention… push forward…” Viktor repeated, his eyes darting around the darkened room. “Rune…intention…push forward…”

“I could try other symbols…”

He nodded, and you started to add symbols to the rune. An exclamation point, a dot, two dots, an X, the actual word STOP. But nothing seemed to be the floating little light from floating.

“You push it forward…” He raised a hand and placed it next to yours, palm up. The glow of your hand casting a light on the side of his hand

He drew the rune with his index and middle fingers and flicked the wrist up. By the third time he did it, you mirrored his movements, you drew the rune and the suffix you had initially given it, and flicked it up. Nothing.

The small blue brush strokes grew in brightness as you finished the drawing. The rune itself was a dainty thing, swirly with a loop and a dash. It was your favorite rune to draw, you thought at that moment.

“Rune…intention…push it forward.” You both whispered in sync as your hands danced in well-choreographed movements.

“Of course…” You heard Viktor exclaim and looked up at him, but his eyes were still on your hands.

He turned his hand so that it was hovering on top of yours without touching, his long fingers by your wrist, yours under his own joint. He drew the rune, like he was stroking your wrist. A shiver ran down your arm, but you mimicked him like before and drew your own rune. When you flicked your hand up, your fingers touched his wrist with a soft thud, but his hand did the opposite movement; instead of moving downwards—since he was mirroring your movements—he pulled back, his hand arching back.

“It makes sense…you speak the rune…” He made the motion again, you repeated. “You set the intent and…”

You both snapped your hands backwards. The rune shimmered, and the floating lights shot towards your hand, leaving the room in darkness in a blink of an eye, the only sound the slight heavy breathing from the sudden shift in brightness.

"You pull it back." Viktor whispered. 

"That's..." You thought about saying smart, but this was Viktor, one of the most intelligent people you've met.

"Unlike words, once you speak the runes, you can take them back, and everything goes back to normal."

"Words can be taken back." You said, moving your hand up and feeling his wrist still hovering there. 

You let your fingers touch his wrist, gently flattening them against his skin, your thumb softly grasping his forearm. You felt his own hand rest on top of yours. You could see the blue light engulfing his hand.

"They hurt all the same." He softly whispered.

"Pains and aches, eh?" You heard him chuckle. "The mending rune... I can sustain it now. Imagine being able to keep something from breaking."

"You have to be careful. Magic is not free. There will be a toll to pay.” His voice shifted and something mechanical. 

“I’m actually doing this…I’m learning... and adapting... and”

“Evolving…” A mechanical low voice came from where he was, but you didn’t feel it like last time.

“What?” Your eyes snapped up to where his should be.

“What?” He looked at you confused, and you shook your head, dismissing it.

A second of silence until you heard a quiet laugh come from him.

“This is... real magic. It’s just like we thought. Exactly like we thought. The books were right. The hextech is an almost exact copy of what actual magic is.” 

“Viktor…breathe…”

“I’m breathing…I’m breathing..." He moved his hand away, pushing a hand through his hair. "We are finding ways to control wild runes.”

“Don’t look wild to me. That one actually looked like it was meticulously drawn.”

“They are wild because they are natural, not because they are unpredictable.” He grabbed the door handle with one hand, his cane with the other, and pushed the door open. “I need to write this down.”

He was halfway out the door when he stopped abruptly, and you managed to stop just in time by placing your hands on his back, almost throwing him off balance and to the floor. A hand on his elbow balanced him out.

“Good gods, Vik… What the..." You started but then looked at what—or who—was staring at.

“You two kids wanna to tell me why you were inside a dark closet?” Jayce inquired, his lips curling up on one side, his eyebrow going up on the same side.

Viktor straightened up quickly, and you did the same, more flustered about the almost tumble than Jayce’s questions. 

“Nothing.” Viktor quickly answered

“Magic.” You said at the same time, with the taller man’s face snapping to yours, mouth agape at your nonchalant tone.

“What?” You shrugged as you walked past him to the table.

“What kind of magic?” Jayce’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively. 

“Jayce!” Viktor, whose gaze had been following you around the room, snapped to Jayce.

“The actual magical kind.” You pulled the glove back on your hand. “The rune one.”

“Oh…eh…that’s fun too, I guess.” The broader man shrugged.

“How’s Mel?” You retorted.

“Magical…” He sighed and then winked at you.

You looked at him, face blank, and shook your head; he gave a goofy lovesick smile, and you groaned dramatically to emphasize you were joking.

“She does have some news for us about the council…shenanigans…” Jayce straightened up and leaned on the table.

“No…no…nonono.” Viktor shook his head and strode towards both of you, a small scowl of confusion on his face. “We are not just going to breeze by this… What is happening…? When did this happen?”

Jayce looked between Viktor, you, and then pointed to himself.

“Kid who jumped places because a mage decided to save his life…” He pointed at you. “Actual Mage.”

You were happy that he didn’t add the rest of his sentence about you.

“Wait…they know about the…happening?” Viktor looked at Jayce with wide eyes.

“They do.” Jayce nodded, and Viktor turned his eyes to you.

“And he knows about the runes?”

“He does.”

Viktor looked at the ceiling of the lab, taking a deep breath, while these pieces of information all fit in his head. When he was satisfied, he looked back down to you and Jayce, nodding. 

“All right… all right…” He walked over to where Jayce was leaning on the table and you were seated on a stool. “What did Mel say?”

“They have a date for the council meeting.”

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[bitchface24-7]

And I am back once again with my regularly schedules JayVik x reader request!

For context this time, I tend to have a pretty stable sleep schedule but whenever I’m on vacation it kinda goes to shit. This will lead to me staying up til 2am and waking up at noon for days on end which is super annoying. So In order to fix this, I will pull an all-nighter in an attempt to “reset” my sleep schedule (which actually does work but I also super wouldn’t recommend it)

I had to do this again recently and while I’ve gotten used to it, it’s still annoying to deal with. I know for a fact that both Jayce and Viktor have ass sleep schedules and, while Jayce’s may have gotten slightly better after becoming a council member (out of necessity mayhaps), I am still willing to bet money that they both pull regular all nighters

With all that being said, I think it would be nice to pull an all nighter while hanging out in the lab, spending the time trying to keep each other up with too much coffee and dumb conversations. On the flip side, I also think it might be funny if Jayce/Vik tried to convince Reader to just sleep and have reader call them out on their shit

(Also mayhaps some cuddling? Would probably make me fall asleep instantly but also I need to be squished between them (non-sexual style))

Thank you in advanced, hope you’re taking care of yourself :))

ALL NIGHTER - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: all of you have the worst sleep schedules ever. Point blank period. So when you decide to pull an all-nighter with them, you remember how much it sucks; but it does help you fix your sleep schedule in a jiffy. If only the two men didn’t constantly try to get you to sleep. If you’re sleeping; so are they.

warnings: nothing. It’s fluffy like cotton candy. Goofing off, banter, negotiation, cuddling

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

p.s. I too have to reset my sleep schedule sometimes and I know how ass it makes me feel. But I just can’t help it, I don’t want my day to end (especially if I have things to do the next day) so I just… stay up 😭

Your sleep schedule has been fucked ever since you got time off from your job and took that god-forsaken nap. You took it at five p.m. and woke up at one in the morning. You then stayed up until five pm again and fell asleep.

Rinse and repeat.

Now you're going to use your tried and true method in desperate situations, you’re gonna pull an all nighter.

And who better to do it with than your two boys?

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You walk into the lab, your feet dragging across the floor a bit. It’s almost four p.m. and you can feel the fatigue coursing through your body.

You want to sleep, but you can't.

Viktor and Jayce are experimenting as you come up to their stations. Jayce shoots you a big grin and Viktor just nods lightly in your direction. You walk further into the lab and plop onto your designated rollie chair.

"You okay?" Jayce asks, his big puppy dog eyes looking at you. You tiredly smile at him, "I'm just tired, trying to pull an all-nighter to fix my sleep schedule."

You hear a small hum at your statement, "Understandable. I do the same thing when needed." Viktor adds as he continues to work. Jayce looks worried at you two, "I get my sleep schedule also isn't the best, but I have maybe done an all-nighter once or twice. How often have y'all done this?"

Viktor stops working and contemplates Jayce's question, you look up to the ceiling and try to add up the amount of times you did this, "Anywhere from six to ten times? I really only have to do it after I get time off, I get so excited having nothing to do that I stay up way too late and wake up way too late."

Jayce huffs at you and looks to Viktor, "And you?" Viktor purses his lips and looks to the side, "Too often."

"Viktor!"

"What? Leave me alone."

You giggle at them, "You can't say anything Jayce. You've pulled all-nighters too. I've seen you stay too late at the lab and bring home paperwork from the council home."

Jayce sputters as the two of you giggle at him. His fond look gives away him fake irritation.

"You should sleep, love. Honestly pulling all-nighters is bad for your health."

"And you're a hypocrite Viktor. Pass me the coffee pot, I'm staying up for as long as I can."

Viktor sighs and complies to your demand. It's true, he is a bit hypocritical.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The delirium has set in. Everything is making you three giggle, how Jayce's hammer sounds as he works on a prototype, how Viktor's accent swirls his words due to his exhaustion, looking at each other for too long.

The lab is full of snorts, cackling laughter, and wheezing.

You look at the clock and see it's almost three in the morning, "Ok, I'd say it's bedtime now. We'll probably wake up at around nine or ten in the morning and we'll be able to go to sleep properly later today."

Both Viktor and Jayce whine, wanting to stay up longer. You shut the shit down.

"Nope! Nuh-uh, bed time for all of us, c'mon."

They listen to you, complaining the whole time, but the minute you all lay in the lab's futon, they almost pass out insatntly.

You're smack dab in the middle. You're essentially laying on top of Jayce and Viktor is on top of you. You hear Jayce's heartbeat as you card your finger's through Viktor's hair.

You sigh in content, this is gonna be the best sleep of your life, you can feel it.

It's great being a teddy bear.

Having a delirious laughing attack would be great with them. Like when you’re laughing with a friend in class and you just can’t stop ���😭 I miss that so much bro

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Matt Gertz at MMFA:

President Donald Trump is wasting no time in carrying out his goal of throttling the free press. Over the first two weeks of Trump’s presidency, his appointees have wielded federal regulatory authority to punish outlets the president dislikes — and American media moguls are responding with submission. Trump has turned standard conservative attacks on journalists into one of the hallmarks of his political agenda.  He takes as his model Hungary’s autocrat Viktor Orbán, who has “effectively dismantled the news media in his country” as “a central pillar of Orbán’s broader project to remake his country as an ‘illiberal democracy,’” as New York Times publisher A.G. Sulzberger noted in an extraordinary warning last year.  During his first term in office, Trump repeatedly tried to leverage state power against his despised “fake news,” and together with his Project 2025 allies has developed a playbook to attack, defund, and delegitimize news outlets in his second.  Major media companies began signaling before Trump took office that they were willing to play ball with his administration in order to preserve their business interests. But since Inauguration Day, as Trump’s appointees have begun showing their intentions, executives at several news outlets have gone into full retreat.

LA Times’ biotech industry owner goes all-in for RFK Jr.

Billionaire doctor Patrick Soon-Shiong once drew plaudits for using a small fraction of the vast fortune he made in the biotech industry to purchase and sustain his hometown newspaper, the Los Angeles Times.  But Soon-Shiong’s involvement in the paper’s operations has become more heavy-handed since the final months of the presidential campaign, with the owner repeatedly weighing in on Trump’s behalf. Over the past few weeks, Soon-Shiong, whose medical patents are subject to federal oversight, has begun cheerleading for the confirmation of the anti-vaccine activist Robert F. Kennedy Jr. as secretary of health and human services. 

CNN tries to move on

Journalists at CNN regularly drew vicious attacks from Trump and his supporters during the president’s first term. During a tone-setting press conference shortly before he took office, Trump lashed out at then-White House correspondent Jim Acosta as “fake news” and “terrible.” And Trump’s salvos at the network went beyond just words — his Justice Department tried to block a merger involving CNN’s then-parent company..  [...]

Trump’s FCC targets ABC, CBS, NBC, NPR, and PBS

The tip of the president’s anti-press spear is Brendan Carr, a Republican member of the Federal Communications Commission whom Trump elevated to chair. Carr authored Project 2025’s chapter on the FCC and has notably refused to reject Trump’s repeated calls for the commission to yank the licenses of broadcast networks whose reporting he dislikes. Following his promotion, Carr sent a letter to Bob Iger, the CEO of ABC parent company Disney, in which he denounced the network for having “contributed” to the “erosion in public trust” and pointedly referenced the FCC’s regulatory power. 

[...]

Defense Department retaliates against news outlets

The Pentagon announced Friday night that the defense correspondents at NBC News, The New York Times, Politico, and National Public Radio are all required to vacate their dedicated workspaces. Their spots will instead go to the right-wing One America News Network, New York Post, and Breitbart — and theoretically to the progressive HuffPost, which does not have a Pentagon reporter and did not request space.

The Matt Gertz piece in Media Matters For America on how many media moguls, such as Jeff Bezos and Patrick Soon-Shiong, are enabling Donald Trump’s war on the free press is a must-read.

[vanillabeanbabe]

Holds me tight, then lets me go.

n/t: can y’all tell i need this man so bad? lmk. anyways, might make this into a small series. asks are open if you want to request something or if you wanna chat!

ingredients: reader is fresh out of college ayeee, free internship, she was selected cause her grades were amazing okay. sex w someone else was had but no description of it. suggestive. viktor is so KIND 💜

Summer was coming to an end, but it was beautiful anyways.

You were enjoying your last vacation before entering your Internship at Piltover’s most prestigious Academy, deciding you needed a break from the arts and maybe dipping your toes in another one of your passions, botany studies, after hesitation, you finally caved in and signed up for the course.

Without expecting much, actually, one could never guess that Piltover would care for someone from the undercity, lucky you, huh?

In your honor, and like the gods intended,a party was thrown to celebrate your departure, and your hope for a better chance. Happiness and bliss were felt in the room.

“Congrats on the internship, babe!” Said your best friend, Gigi, wrapping her hands around your waist and hugging you from the back, peppering a kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks” Smiling through your words and dragging your ‘s’ a bit longer.

“Couldn’t have done it without you!” Getting away from her grasp and turning around to hold her by her cheeks, earning a giggle from her.

“You should be thanking your big brain, piltover is so not ready for you”

“Is anyone ever ready for me?” You said as Gigi and you shared a knowing look.

As the party went on, so did your longing feelings, leaving the place you grew in behind you, all the people that watched you evolve into the person you are today, into what you’re about to become.

Okay. Enough with grieving, it’s a celebration, and celebrate you shall, already eyeing your lover for the night, your last bad decision before leaving the nest.

—

Ah yes, the glorious morning after, from not so glorious sex, one might add.

Painful pounce from your head, eyes heavy and dry from not properly taking off your makeup, previously straightened hair frizzed up fighting to get back into its curly shape.

Stretching out your sore shoulders you look to your side and find your lover, Jaden? Jacob? only god knew his name, but you were certain of your cluelessness.

“Morning, gorgeous” A yawn escaping his lips. You cringed, never been a fan of corny stuff.

Giving him your best fake smile. A hand sneaking into your thigh and you took it as your cue to get up and wrap yourself into your bedsheets, fetching your bra and underwear in the process.

“Oh come on, it’s too early!, come back to bed” Corny guy caressed the bed as he tried to give you his “best” attempt at bedroom eyes.

Ew. You thought to yourself.

“Sorry love, i have to finish packing” Sliding your panties on first and going for your bra next.

“Why waste time in someplace like Piltover? One always has the most fun here, plus…” His eyes trailing off.

“I don’t actually think you could handle that”

Mhm. So we’re going there.

“…Handle what?” A questioning tone lacing your voice.

“Science, it’s not really a…well…girl thing? I thought…well it’s known for being a…a…”

Hesitating, but you were certain of what he meant.

“A man thing?” You said, finalizing his thoughts.

Earning a nod from him as he formed his lips into a thin line.

You walked to the door and opened it for him, urging his departure.

—

“He did not said that!” Gigi gasped as you retold your little morning rendezvous while strolling through Zaun’s markets.

“For my bad luck, he did, it’s actually so bad, i can’t believe i let him inside me! while he had those thoughts about me!” Grasping her arm as you walked.

“Speaking of, how was it?”

Sigh.

“So bad i considered becoming celibate for life” Her laugh bloomed through the streets.

“See? this is why you should consider joining Mina and i” She said while taking a sip from her drink.

Putting your hand on your chest, you exhaled heavily.

“The offer is tempting, but i’m afraid i have to decline, poly’s not for me, all attention must be aimed at me alwa-“

Your speech interrupted by a body crashing into yours. A noise of metal clattering on the floor. Followed by a groan, deep enough to know it came from a man. Lifting your gaze, you faced what was in front of you.

What a sight for sore eyes, you thought to yourself. Skin pale as marble, now messy hair tousled into his perfectly carved face.

Now this, these are the type of people who are made with love, his parents must have high fived while they-

“You should watch your step, miss, conversation with friends is…important, but so is safety” Thick accent seeping through his voice while whisky colored eyes saw right through you. Trying to not let your quick mouth get the best of you, a soft sorry escapes your lips.

“You’re so right, i should’ve been more aware” You said as you got up.

The man reached for his cane and eye contact remained, as if trying to state the obvious. A blush creeping on your neck as realization hits you, already bending over to help him get up, an embarrassed smile on your face. Tense gaze of his softening at the sight of your smile.

“You’re good, right?” Earning a nod from him.

“I could be better, but yes, uh…take care of yourself and…watch your step” He waved at you while the sound of his cane hitting the ground signaled his exit. Staring at his slowly disappearing frame.

“Why was he kinda…” You said as you lowered your gaze and playfully bit your lip.

“Oh no girl, don’t even think about it.” Gigi said and a chuckle was emitted from you.

“He was nice! but…he looks like he’s from Piltover, and i’ve heard a thing or two about those”

“Well…that’s gonna be your new reality in a few days, babe”

You sigh in defeat. Let’s just hope they’re all as nice and hot as him.

[nualaofthefaerie]

Hexquad Cambridge University AU! Moodboards/Headcanons ✨️

A/N: A fun Au, but I'm too lazy to write it so instead I made some moodboards for each of the four pookies and some headcanons. 🎓🏫

Viktor, 26, an honourable Eastern European mix (Czech/Polish mom, Serb/Bulgarian dad)

Position: PhD in Applied Mathematics and Theoretical Physics, minor in Philosophy

Last name too difficult for Westerns to pronounce, so he is known simply as Viktor with a k at the university

He has been a prodigy since he was a child, winning innovator competitions left, right and centre

The State supported his education up until university. When his scholarship got rejected, his long-term tutor, the Dean of the Physics department, Professor Doctor Cecil B. Heimerdinger in combination with a letter of recognition from Sky's father (a prominent academic) paid his tuition in full

He offered some lectures to the Master's students and that's where he met Jayce and took him on as a research assistant to his project - Hextech.

He has certain insecurities as a result of how people viewed his disability as a child (Eastern Europe is not for the weak of heart) but with time he comes to accept it was not his business to educate or accept other people's remarks in regards to himself

Is highly respected among his peers

Also often hit on by students (can be quite oblivious to flirtations unless he knows or is interested in the other parties. For example, he always knows when Sky and Jayce are hitting on him)

Still, that level of attention from strangers annoys him so he takes his breaks in the botanic garden, pestering Sky who often could do without her crush looking over her shoulder and asking "How do these species interacts?"

His hobbies include silence, reading and sewing, believe it or not (rare, only when he has the time to really focus on it)

Jayce Talis, 25, Latino as far as he cares (his mom is Mexican, his father was supposedly English, he wouldn't know)

Position: Master in Experimental Physics

Raised by a single mom

The guilty money of his deadbeat dad paid for his tuition

Was not the brightest student in Elementary school but something just shifted in middle school and since then has acquired the moniker "Golden Boy" - valedictorian of his high school and bachelor program

Has crippling ADHD (on and off meds)

Is a big fan (has a crush) of Viktor's theories so he followed him around until the latter agreed to take him on as a research assistant (even pays him a bit)

Needs to create with his hands when he is overwhelmed so he found the only blacksmiths in Cambridge and works there on the weekends (loves it, sometimes Viktor or Mell will show up to encourage him or pass him a warm tea in the winter)

Is taken on extravagant vacations with Mel, whenever brands allow her to get a plus one and as a result has traveled a great deal of the world

Likes glitz and glamour just as much as he likes physics and getting dirty in the forge

Finds Sky Young and her passion for the outdoors difficult to understand but also hides in the botanic garden whenever a panic attack knocks on the door (they butt heads a lot but their hatred for a lot of other people unites them into an unstoppable force)

Doesn't get hit on a lot because everyone is scared of Mel (rightfully so)

Mel Medarda, 26, American heiress (both of her parents are American)

Position: PhD in Politics and International studies

Has a substantial online following and likes to nurture it. Wouldn't call herself an influencer but people do gawk and stare at her at campus.

Has never in her life known what it means to fail. Excels in every exam, every picture and every schedule she sets her sights on.

Picky with people, but charming to strangers

Likes to spend time in the lab with the boys whenever she has the time. Absorbs knowledge like it's nobody's business. Often offers a different perspective to their problems.

Her parents sent her off to England when she was 10 to a boarding school so she wouldn't grow too attached to them (they have never been a strong presence in her life). That built up a level of insecurity and anxiety within her that whenever they DO show up they're always disappointed she is not hanging out with those that could elevate her status.

Is close with her brother however (he is an aspiring politician). He likes all of her lovers/friends.

Due to everyone's attention always being on her, she TOO hides in the botanic garden to spend time with the human version of lily flowers. Also has a crush on Sky Young as much as Jayce has a crush on Viktor (they are excelling at bisexuality). Sky put a Marigold behind her ear once and told her everything will be alright and Mel's heart never quite recovered from that.

Also enjoys spending time just with Viktor. Jayce can be overwhelming at times. Viktor provides a slower pace and a more structured conversation. Brings him to galas where her parents have some level of involvement. He provides her with a lot of emotional support due to his DNA's idgafism.

Any attempt to hit on her falls flat. It's the equivalent of "baby...we couldn't even get a drink together."

Sky Young, 25, Mixed (Eastern European mom, British dad. Her mother's genes didn't even put up a fight, they just resigned)

Position: Master in Biological Studies with a focus on Plant Science

Has a full scholarship from the university. Also chose to assists the dean of bio studies (makes good money out of it) as to not burden her parents

Sky's and Viktor's moms were close when they were young so Viktor and Sky grew up relatively close whenever Sky traveled "home" for "vacation". She'd throw stones at anyone who had something to say about Viktor's disability (she never understood how they could be so mean to someone so inspiring)

Her parents nurtured her love for anything she wants to be (she's very emotionally healthy)

A shy extrovert. Needs a minute to get going. She makes acquintances very easy and can't quite figure out when sweetness borders on flirtations with those she truly cares for. (Doesn't understand how counting the moles on your childhood friend's face while holding it, putting flowers in the hair of the most gorgeous woman and hugging someone through their dark episode, is not something anyone would do)

Assigns flowers names in the garden.

Collects old volumes of classical literature

Writes short stories in her free time and bakes from time to time (designated birthday baker)

Can't drive, always walks or takes the bus (Mel would pick her up from time to time)

The only one of the four with a proper, clean apartment (they all hang out there, she makes them keys at some point)

Gets hit on a lot (she genuinely thinks people are just being nice and polite to her because she is to them)

A/N: I actually love that Au so much, if anyone has more thoughts, I'd love to hear.

[fleurmionefridays]

Fleurmione Fridays: Winter 2025 Cozy ❄️☕️

A quarterly rec list curated by the 18+ fleurmione discord server. Inspired by @hpsaffics #wlw wednesday.

It's cold outside and you'd rather be cuddled up under the covers with a cocoa and a warm, cozy, fleurmione fic. Don't worry, the Fleurmione server has got you covered with 13 cozy and completed fics under the cut.

Dance with me by @mycatismyeditor | E, 38.7k multichap.

“By the end you'll be wishing that Hermione would explain electricity to you as well.” - Random "Women supporting women, but also getting the girl in the end. And one lucky little one gets a kickass new mommy." - Wisp

Winning Affections by @lipzlipzlipz | G, 31.7k multichap. Hermione knew that courtship rituals varied across cultures and that it was impossible to know them all. But to unknowingly participate in one? She was much too smart for that.

The Splendid Gallery by LullabyKnell | G, 23.5k one shot. Pre-POA AU: In the summer of 1993, the Grangers vacation in France and meet the Delacours. When the Granger-Delacour parents elect to explore Wizarding France as a group, Hermione Granger is thrown together with a girl named Fleur Delacour due to some bizarre idea that they will somehow magically become friends. Even though they have nothing whatsoever in common and Hermione doesn't like Fleur at all!

“It's cute watching someone fervently and passionately try to explain concepts and ideas to someone, but not be fluent in the language. Fleur is super endearing in this, and doesn't let her lack of vocabulary in English stop her.” - Wisp

Lost & Found by lady_wordslaot | M, 12.8k one shot. Hermione gets lost in the Forbidden Forest on a camping trip with her husband, Ron. Weeks later she stumbles onto Shell Cottage and its owner, Fleur.

“I sipped my tea at the shift in tone at the end. It was cottagecore cozy with a dash of spice.” - Random

Too Much to Handle by magiciansofmurs | T, 10.3k one shot.

“Only the slightest sliver of angst but the rest of it is pure fluffy romcom and I just want to snuggle in a blanket while reading it." -Lipz. "The dog makes this fluffy fic even fluffier." - Random

Reckless by @mushroom-grey-scale | T, 6.6k one shot. Fleur Delacour announced that she would marry the first person who took the key to her front door from her cat's collar. What could go wrong?

"A cat and the key trope but make it fleurmione." -Lipz

A Fox in the Garden by @trashpandadreamer | M, 6.6k one shot. Fleur is caught by a curse and rescued by Hermione, who doesn't know who she is. Hilarity ensues as Fleur tries to get Hermione to realize who she is.

Just a normal morning by @mycatismyeditor | T, 6.3k one shot. Fleur goes about her morning routine reflecting on the past as she worries about her wife.

“Vlogging at its cozy best.” - Random

Français by not_here_leave_a_message | T, 4k one shot. Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!

“Fleur is a useless gay, and fluent in gay. Little did she know, Hermione is apparently also fluent in useless gay.” - Wisp

Just Gals Being Pals by DisasterXL | NR, 3.9k one shot.

"While Hermione and Apolline butt heads over blankets, you'll feel blanketed by this fluffy, mostly oblivious ride." - Murs

Heated Charms by @terra-wisp | T, 3.3k one shot. In which Fleur Delacour has a terrible week, winters are surprisingly cold, and Hermione Granger is amazing at putting up with nonsense even if it comes in the form of a beautiful but undoubtedly crazy blonde. Fluff and sass ensues.

"Like the tag says, cuddles solve all the problems, especially for a veela who's cold." - Lipz

Dragons, Scientists, and Crushes, Oh my! by @trashpandadreamer | T, 3.2k one shot. Fleur is an adventurer who is bent on impressing her crush. Hermione is an oblivious scientist who loves her research. Together they go on an epic adventure with dragons.

"Cozy fantasy counts, right? Nerdy scientist Hermione and exasperated protective Fleur are an adorable duo." - Lipz

She's in the Rain by wintersquill | G, <1k one shot. Fleur Delacour stumbles out of a thunder storm and into the quaint little coffee shop that Hermione works at.

"What's more cozy than getting out of the rain in a coffee shop? This one is short and sweet." -Lipz

[zaundads]

Sorry that I haven't been posting for a while, I gave myself a tumblr timeout while I try to force myself to fiinish at least one fic. It's not posted. I started this way back in season 1 long before the miner backstory or time travel hijinks were established within the show.

Silco travels back in time to sleep with a younger version of Vander. One from before the betrayal, one who hasn't even met Silco yet.

the room upstairs by Arcane_ish Explicit, 3,549 Silco travels back to the past to seeks out Vander. A younger Vander from before he's even met Silco. One thing leads to another. ~~~~ Vander’s gaze flickers across his expensive vest. “You a Piltie?” he asks in a cocky drawl. “Wandered down here looking for adventure and got lost?” Silco throws down Vander’s drink without blinking. “Do I sound like one?”

I've also tried to catch up with my reading, so here a mixture of stuff I have enjoyed.

Longer:

These are the main WIPs I follow.

Lords of Zaun by juurensha A fic about how Silco and Vander made up after Silco found the letter with a very angry and bossy Silco, but Vander thinks that that is hot.

River Water by runrarebit An ABO fic, unwanted pregnancies, Viktor as Vander and Silco's bio child, delicious misunderstandings and fainting alphas.

I also have my eye on and have started: Only Zaun's Future Is Ours To Be Changed by Alishatheninth

Also a time travel age difference fic (but a lot more plotty than mine). I took a break when oh no, the season 1 plot is invading, I'm not ready for the heartbreak, I just wanna keep reading whacky angsty timetravel shenanigans. But I have been hearing rumblings of how things continue and I have plans to go back to it and finish it.

Spicy/Explicit:

haunting by aelandair I think there are a couple of "Silco and Vander start hooking up angrily after Silco finds the letter, but Silco has conditions" and this one is just perfectly executed. Poor Vander who so badly wants to touch Silco again and it to to keep his hands to himself.

Dogs of Progress by Faetality sweet making up in the AU verse and just the right dose of angst and snark for me.

With Kid Gloves by illmetkismet for sigilmint think this has been reblogged here before with the art, Vander disovers he has a leather kink after he sees Silco with sexy leather gloves.

Other stuff/wips where I don't think where they are going, but I like the setup:

Family Vacation by Ringmaster_kaja11 modern AU, divorced dads, chaotic family and a shared vacation

A Family Shattered by BlueSunnyTime regency AU, why has Vander left Silco and run off with Vi? Featuring Silco dancing with Singed to make Vander jealous.

I have read more (ie the smutty tales from GenGonGinGun, the dead dove from tardigrape) but those are some that stuck to my mind recently.

What are you reading? What are your wips of choice? What zaundads fic or fic concept has really stuck with you recently?

Got any recs for deep "how they won after reuniting in the AU"? Any cute kid Zaundads meeting each other? Miner love? Sexy Silco/Warwick brainrot? Angsty deep character exploration? Any great "how people handle Vi's death" in the AU or "Ekko finding out about Zaundad's past"?

[immeasurablesaladagere]

little five??? (referenced in last tua fic thing) 👀

Little Five and unlikely caregiver Viktor??? 👀 more likely than you think!

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Word Count: 1631

Summery: Continuation of the Little!Viktor Classification AU fic, Little Five regresses for the first time since coming home and goes to Viktor’s apartment because there is no way he’s going to be small around the rest of his family.

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“Bye, Caroline! I’ll see you next Tuesday!” Viktor said as the little girl took her mother’s hand to leave. She smiled shyly back at him and waved goodbye as best as she could while trying to keep her grip on the violin case. It was still just a bit too big for her, but she was coming along well with the basics anyway.

He closed the door and sighed. Last lesson of the day. Finally. He loved giving lessons, but they still got to be tiring when they were scheduled back-to-back like they were today. But Caroline was going on vacation with her family soon, and Mark had to reschedule for an appointment, and two weeks ago it hadn’t seemed like a big deal to squeeze them in on top of his other lessons. Two-Weeks-Ago Viktor forgot how draining people could be. 

His stomach growled. With the extra lessons, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat dinner in-between like he usually would, and apparently his stomach wasn’t content to continue running on a turkey and cheese sandwich anymore, so he went to the kitchen to make something for dinner. Did he feel like cooking today? There were instant noodle packages in the cupboard, which would be faster, but that would also make it his supper for the third night in a row and the idea made him scrunch up his nose. Nope. He resigned himself to waiting a little longer and cooking an actual meal.

In the fridge there was a thawed package of ground beef he should probably use soon and some miscellaneous vegetables. He definitely had pasta and he was pretty sure he bought tomato sauce on the last grocery-run, so spaghetti it was. He was just about to put the meat into a pan when he heard a familiar warping sound coming from the living room followed by a loud thump. 

Five?

Sure enough, when he came around the corner Five was laying half on top of his coffee table and half on the floor, absolutely soaking wet.

“Five! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? What happened?” He rushed forward to help him up, but Five batted his hands away and pushed himself up with a groan, dripping water all over the carpet.

“M’fine…”

“Here, let me find you a towel.” He hurried to the linen closet and returned with two fluffy towels and gave them over to Five. “Why are you all wet?”

Five rubbed one of the towels clumsily over his face and hair, and Viktor’s stomach knotted with worry. Five looked flustered and uncoordinated, and he was shaking all over. Viktor hoped it was just from the cold, but after showing up at his apartment the first time with the cut on his arm he couldn’t be sure.

“Rain.” Five huffed, “Didn’t get the jump right, ‘was outside.”

“You missed a jump?” Five didn’t just miss jumps. “Is there something wrong with your powers? That’s not like you…”

Five stopped drying himself off for a second like he was thinking about it, before answering, “No.”

But something was off. Five was holding himself differently, closed-off and almost shy, and even though they hadn’t had many conversations together there was something different about his voice. It was softer; quieter.

“It’s just— Jumps get harder to do when I’m…” He trailed off into a mumble, “Little.”

Viktor’s eyes widened, and Five’s words at the ‘family dinner’ echoed in his head.

“Eh, you were. But it takes one to know one, kid.”

“Oh. That… yeah, that makes sense…” He was at a loss for words. Five was little, and Five came to him, of all of their siblings. He wasn’t even a caregiver and Five had chosen him. Whatever he was going to do, he should probably stop gaping because Five was starting to give him the stink-eye.

“Am I… allowed to be here?” Five asked, slowly putting down the towel, “I can go if—“

“No! No, it’s okay.” He assured, “I’m glad you came here, I was just… surprised. I’m not even a caregiver, I thought you’d go to Luther or Allison instead.”

Five wrinkled his nose. “No. They’d be stupid about it, and Klaus…” He made a face, “I don’t wanna stay with Klaus. Or Diego.”

That was fair. After Five had to rescue him from family dinner it made sense that he would be hesitant to be small around them. The thought that Five could put that trust in him made Viktor feel warm inside.

“Yeah, I get that. Hey, uh, are you hungry? I was about to make spaghetti for dinner.”

Five perked up at the offer of food, then shivered. “Spaghetti’s good.”

Viktor internally kicked himself. Duh, of course he was cold. “I’ll find you some new clothes. Come on, I’m sure I’ve got something that’ll fit you.”

Five followed him to his bedroom and watched over his shoulder as he looked through the dresser for something warm. He pulled out a pair of black sweatpants with a drawstring waist and a grey orchestra hoodie. “These okay?”

Five nodded.

“Great. The bathroom’s right over there, you can—“ The thought suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t actually know how old Five was right now. That was probably important, as his babysitter and all. “Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t ask how old you were. Did you need any… help?” 

Five’s cheeks turned pink and he firmly shook his head no. “Don’t need help. And…” He huffed, “…six.”

“Alright, thank you for telling me. Go get changed, and I’ll be in the kitchen, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

Five shuffled off to the bathroom and Viktor quickly mopped up the trail of water he had tracked through the apartment, then went to the kitchen and finally put the ground beef into the pan that had been pre-heating unattended for the last ten minutes. He grabbed a tomato, a small handful of mushrooms, and the one sad stock of celery that was still in the fridge and began organizing them on a cutting board when Five returned. The clothes were still a little big but they weren’t dwarfing him, and he wasn’t shivering anymore, so Viktor took that as a win.

“Do you want to help?” He offered when he noticed that Five was just standing there awkwardly, “Maybe not with the vegetables, I’ll cut those, but you can stir the meat if you want?” He held out the spatula, and Five hesitantly took it and walked over to the pan.

“What do I do?”

“You break it up and stir it so it cooks evenly. We’ll cook it until it’s all brown, and you can’t see any more pink.”

“Oh... Okay.” With his task assigned, Five dutifully watched and stirred the pan with intense focus as the meat cooked, only looking up occasionally to ask Viktor if it was brown enough yet, while Viktor boiled a pot of water and added the noodles.

“Is it done yet?”

Viktor glanced over at the pan for the fourth time in twenty minutes, and smiled. “That looks good. Now we add our veggies and our sauce.” He handed Five the jar of sauce to pour while he went to scrape in the vegetables, but Five stopped him.

“No mushrooms.” He said. “They’re gross.”

Viktor chuckled. “But I like the mushrooms. What if I make super sure that I don’t put any on your spaghetti, is that okay?”

He pulled a very serious thinking-face. “Mmm… fine.”

“Great.” And in went the mushrooms.

Once the noodles were done, Viktor plated the spaghetti, careful to avoid getting mushrooms on Five’s plate, and the two of them ate at the table in a comfortable silence. Or at least, not as uncomfortable as it could have been. By the time all was said and done and the dishes were washed and put away, it was nearing nine o’clock and Five was starting to look sleepy.

“I’ll make up the couch for bedtime, okay?” Viktor said, fluffing one of the throw pillows and pulling down the blankets from the back of the couch. “Can you promise me you’ll stay here tonight? No leaving in the middle of the night like last time.” 

The idea of a regressed Five deciding to wander out into the city at night was nerve-wracking, especially now that he knew Five’s powers were unstable while he was small.

Five looked away, a little ashamed. “I won’t leave. Promise.”

Viktor smiled. “Good. Oh, and one more thing. I have something for you, wait here.” He went to his bedroom and opened the closet, rummaging around through the endless boxes until he found what he was looking for; the scruffy little dog plush that he’d taken from Five’s room all those years ago, right after he disappeared. It was a Saint Bernard that was well-loved even before Victor hid it in a box under his bed and then his closet, but he didn’t think he would be able to get rid of it even if it was falling apart. Hopefully Five remembered it.

He came out with the dog hidden behind his back, and Five looked at him expectantly. “Look who I’ve got!”

He held up the plush, and Five let out a little gasp.

“Buddy…”

Viktor handed it over and Five clutched it tightly. “I kept him after you left. I don’t think anyone else knows that I took him…” He sat down beside Five on the couch and gave Buddy a little scratch on the head. “He reminded me of you.”

“Thank you, Viktor…” Five whispered.

“Time for bed now, okay? Get under the blankets with Buddy.” Viktor tucked him in and gently brushed his bangs out of his face. “Goodnight, Five. I love you.”

[kikiiswashere]

Children of Zaun Mini-Chapter

Chapter 29.5 - Where does Katya go after leaving Viktor Friday night? And an answer to who that lanky someone was that Viktor saw at the end of the chapter.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Silco x Katya, Sevika x Nasha, everyone x horniness

Chapter 29

After a beat, Katya wiped her hands on the rag hung over the kitchen faucet before stalking over to her coat, hung on the peg by the door. Surprised, Viktor looked up as she whipped the garment around herself.

“What are you – “

“I need to go take care of something,” she answered, shaking the collar out around her head. “If I am not back before nine, get ready for bed. Yes?” He nodded slowly. “Good. I love you. I’ll be back soon. Do not open the door for anyone.”

Viktor’s brow crumpled as she whisked out of their home.

Katya strode purposefully in the direction of The Last Drop, surprising annoyance simmering in her belly. She knew Viktor was terribly bored, but she wished he would just settle. She was worried about Enforcers. She was also worried about a well-meaning Brother or Sister outing her.

She had meant what she had told Silco the night prior: That she wanted to keep Viktor at arms-length from what was happening in the Undercity – in Zaun – until they were on the cusp of independence. When he would no longer be in danger because of her involvement.

But there was a darker something slithering just behind that altruistic motivation. Something Katya was afraid to fully look at.

She pulled her coat tighter around her waist and pressed on.

Trenchers defiantly stepped passed Enforcers, their shoulders pulled back, chests puffed up, unwilling to let Topside claim any more of their energy. If they wanted to go out on the town, they would. And performative threats were not going to stop them. Katya was grateful for the extra bodies. She was less likely to be singled out by an uppity Enforcer. Easier to melt back into the masses, and become one with her people.

Being Friday night, The Last Drop was busy. Patrons at every table, booth, and barstool. Some leaned against walls, drink in hand, waiting for someone to vacate their seat. A large group was huddled around the billards table, laughing and egging each other on. Tolder was stationed at his usual table, his cards spread between him and his victims for the evening. Sevika was nowhere to be found. Annie flitted effortlessly between the tables and customers, beaming bright.

Katya felt herself warm from the inside out at the sight. A few Children noticed her come in, and raised their glasses in greeting. The warmth bloomed bigger, a smile spreading across her face. She nodded back at them before making her way to the bar.

As usual, Vander was behind it; Silco and Benzo seated on stools in front of him, lit cigarettes dangling from their fingers. Silco and Vander were discussing something, their heads tipped toward the other. Benzo’s eyes lazily drifted around the bar before landing on Katya. She saw his lips move, a playful lilt forming on them. At once, Silco spun around. Vander stood up and his face dropped, his expression unreadable before morphing carefully into one of practiced politeness.

Silco looked at her, eyebrows curling up to his hairline; unsure if he should be worried or excited by her unexpected appearance. Relief swept through him when she smiled. He reached for her, and when she was close enough Katya took his hand. Like comet, she easily slid into the orbit of his body.

“Thought you couldn’ get away on Fridays,” Vander noted breezily. He began futzing with the taps. Ignoring how Silco’s hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer.

“Is everything alright?” Silco asked, his hand sweeping up and down her side.

“Yes, everything is fine. And I cannot stay long. I came to ask a favor.”

She looked at each of the men.

“What’d’ya need, Lass?” Benzo asked, taking a pull from his cigarette.

“Viktor wants to go to Augmentation Alley’s scrap yard tomorrow to look for materials for one of his classes. He’s been cooped up inside for the past few weekends, and I feel badly about it. I want to be able to take him, but I am concerned about Enforcers. Or getting him caught up in some kind of skirmish.” She sighed, “Would one of you be able and willing to tail us tomorrow? Keep a distance so he does not see you, but close enough to provide warning if someone is coming our way?”

“Yeah, I can do it,” Silco said. “I don’t have to be at the mines ‘til late. You and your brother would head home before supper, I take it.”

Kat nodded, tension in her shoulders melting down. She kissed his temple, and Silco hid his pleased expression behind a veil of cigarette smoke.

“Wish I could help,” Benzo replied, “but I gotta be at the shop tomorrow.”

“’N I’ll need to straighten and prep fer tomorrow night,” Vander mumbled, gathering Silco and Benzo’s empty glasses.

“That’s alright. One should be enough, I think. I hope.”

“It’ll be fine,” Silco assured.

Kat gave him a grateful smile, and told him what time she was planning on leaving for the scrap yard. Vander placed two full glasses in front of Benzo and Silco, and both nodded their thanks. Kat looked at the drinks wistfully.

Her voice was glum as she said: “I should head back. I told Viktor I would not be late.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Silco said automatically, making to stand.

“Sil,” Vander huffed, trying to sound amused, “I just poured you a drink.”

“It’s fine, Silco. I can manage,” Kat promised. She pressed a hand to his chest in encouragement to sit back down.

Silco looked from her, to the drink, to Vander, and back to Kat.

“Let me walk you to the door at least.”

Katya chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“Have a good night, Vander, Benzo,” she said and grabbed Silco’s hand, guiding him to the tavern’s door.

Benzo raised his glass to her. Vander nodded stiffly.

Once they stepped into the cool and neon-lit night, Silco’s hand clamped tightly around Kat’s, and pulled her toward the alley behind the Drop.

“Surely you didn’t think that you would appear on a night I normally don’t see you, and get away scot-free?” he purred, pressing her back against the stonewall. Crowding her with his body and shadows.

A knife of a grin sliced across Kat’s mouth, and she tugged on his shirt. His mouth readily crashed into her’s, lips prying, tongue searching. Her hands snaked around his back, and gripped his shirt in needy bunches. He grabbed at her with equal fervor, large hands squeezing her waist and hips.

Kat angled her head for deeper access, their tingling lips slotting together perfectly. Silco’s nose moved and brushed against her cheek. He pushed small, quiet groans from his mouth to hers. She trembled, arousal growing rapidly and sitting heavily between her thighs.

Scrabbling madly, her hand wove itself into Silco’s hair. She clutched it tightly, and his hips gave a small buck. A growl rumbled up from his chest, and he surged forward. His left hand slid up from her waist, and made to fondle her breast through the soft material of her blouse. Kat gasped. And with his lips free, Silco dove to suck and bite at her neck.

“Si – Sil – “ she panted. Of their own accord, her hips began undulating in small waves.

At the sound of her voice, the tether of Silco’s control snapped. He pulled his mouth off her with a harsh pop! and pulled her deeper into the alleyway.

They stumbled toward the Drop’s backdoor. The lust haze covering Kat’s judgement lifted enough to question the wiseness of fooling around in Vander’s apartment again. But before she could voice her concerns, Silco stopped in front of the small shed just a few feet away from the backdoor.

These structures were common in the Lanes’ business district – especially for taverns and restaurants (few that there were). They were meant to house the wood and coal used to heat stoves and ovens. However, due to Piltover’s chokehold on the import of products into the Undercity, most were woefully bare. Allowing space and privacy enough . . .

Kat’s heart leapt to her throat, and the ache between her legs gave an excited pulse. She squeezed Silco’s hand in understanding. In agreement. An excited, warbling breath left him as he reached forward, and ripped the shed door open.

“OH!” Kat exclaimed, lurching back and covering her mouth. Silco stared.

It seemed they had not been the only ones with this idea.

Tucked inside the shed, in varying states of undress, Sevika had Nasha pressed against the wall adjacent to the door. One of her hands held Nasha’s wrist above her head, the other was shoved down the front of her pants. Sevika’s cheek was resting on one of Nasha’s nearly exposed breasts, her silver eyes wide with horror at being caught-out.

Nasha, however, was more annoyed than anything. Her flushed face frowned at Silco and Katya.

“Occupied!” she snarled.

 A long limb snaped out, and pulled the door out of Silco’s hand, slamming it shut.

Kat and Silco stood in the alley for a long moment, before she awkwardly giggled and gently tugged him back toward the alley’s mouth.

“It is probably for the best,” she sighed. “I do need to get back home.”

Silco hummed a disappointed, but amenable note, before ducking down and kissing her. More chaste this time. Sweet and simple.

Kat squeezed his hand, and reluctantly slid her fingers out of his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.

She grinned and shrugged. “In a way.”

The smile spun melancholy. Silco hated the sight of it, so he dipped down and kissed it away.

“Thank you again,” Kat murmured as he drew back.

“I got you.”

“You have me.”

Just a little something. Any excuse to smoosh Kat and Silco's faces together, really 😂

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[tonberry-yoda]

Perfect - Silco

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notes - Not Tonberry ignoring all of her requests PFFT. PLEASE THIS MAN IS SO FINE AND FOR WHY?!?!?!?!? I totally made the ending of this close to a Viktor fic I just wrote, but I love that troupe too much to not do it LMFAO. Well, nonetheless, I had fun writing this <3 I hope everyone enjoys and has a killer day!

word count - 2,077

People feared Silco, avoiding him on the streets of the under-city as he walked by, bodyguards only feet behind him. His heeled boots clicked on the cobblestone streets and he scoffed at beggars.

“We’re almost there,” one of his bodyguards whispered, to which Silco just nodded.

He could see the building, it wasn't hard to spot. Neon lights and sounds of laughter. Not his style, but that wasn't really up to him for this job.

“You may go now,” he told his bodyguards as he stood at the front door.

“Are you sure, boss?” They asked, looking skeptically at each other.

“I'm sure. Now go.”

The bodyguards walked off after Silco threw a bag of cash at them. He had to do this alone.

The silence from the under-city was killed when he pushed open a pair of large red doors. The Club of the Damned. It wasn't exactly a vacation spot. People were drunk and full of laughter while others gambled everything they had left.

All Silco had to do was find you through all of this mess. Well, shit.

“Hey there, handsome!” A drunk woman in a very tiny dress walked over to him, signaling for some of her friends to join her.

Silco flinched and tried to take a step back, but more women appeared, complimenting him and trying to hand him drinks.

“I really must be going.” He told them, but his voice was much too quiet. They ignored him because of it and flirted with him, placing little kisses on his hands, neck, and cheeks, leaving lipstick stains behind that would most definitely hurt his reputation in the future if anyone were to see.

He tried as best he could to push them away, but nothing would work. It felt like he was… drowning.

Suddenly, a loud whistle echoed throughout the club, making everyone stop, music and all.

“Hey!” Someone stepped out and pointed at the girls. Silco hadn't gotten a good look at who yet. “Get off of him!”

The girls scoffed and blew him kisses goodbye and Silco finally got a good look at who had shooed them away. Just who he was looking for.

You shot a big bell in the corner, making it ring loudly before the rest of the club broke out into dance again, pretending like nothing happened.

Silco dusted off his clothing and looked up at you. You walked down a short flight of stairs and smiled. “You must be Silco?”

He cleared his throat as he found a nearby mirror that showed the red lipstick marks that covered his face. “Yes, I am.”

You chuckled and took his arm. “Let’s take this somewhere more private then, yes?”

“That would be nice.”

“Would you like a drink or anything first? It's on the house.” You gestured to the bar and Silco declined politely.

You led him up to your office which looked and sounded nothing like the rest of the club. You had maps strung on the wall and letters from hundreds of people, some of which included very important people from up top.

“You look like a very busy woman.” He flipped through the paperwork on your desk.

“I definitely am,” you laughed, taking a seat behind your desk. “Please, take a seat.”

He sat across from you and lit a cigar, getting straight to the point. “I heard that you know a weapons supplier. Is this true?”

“It is. Why?”

“Could I get in contact with them? Is there any way they're taking anymore customers?”

You thought about it for a moment, crossing your legs. “Getting in contact with him would be difficult, but you saw how easy it was to get in contact with me, yes?”

“Your point being?” He blew smoke out of his nose and looked at you with skepticism.

“Hire me. I'll get all the weapons you need and more. I know people. A lot of people. You won't regret it.”

Silco sighed and leaned his head back on his chair. Hundreds of people wanted to work for him. They could only imagine the life they would be able to live working under him. You were no different… until you were. All the weapons he needed… that did sound nice, he had to admit. “Fine. But if I regret it for even a second, this club is mine, understand.”

“Deal.” You stuck out your hand and he shook it, starting a great partnership and to both of your surprise, an even better friendship.

— — —

“Mamma, I'm hungry,” Jinx complained, moving around a toy helicopter in her hand making the propeller sounds with her mouth.

“Go bother your dad.” You were busy. You hated saying no to the girl, especially after everything she had been through, but sometimes, you just didn't have the time to deal with her.

“But daddy said to come bother you.” She pouted and sagged her arms. You turned to her with a little smile and looked back at your work realizing that it would be okay to leave it for just a little while. Those bastards up top could wait for a response.

“Alright, Jinx, what do you want?” You picked her up. “How does raspberries sound?” You smiled at her mischievously.

“No mamma!!!! Don't do it!!!” The girl squirmed, but to no avail. You lifted up her shirt so you could just see her little tummy and gave her raspberries, making the girl scream with laughter. “St-Stop!!!! Stop that tickles!!!!!”

You set Jinx down and smiled at her. “I love you, girlie. Let’s make you a sandwich.”

“Yes!!!! Sandwich!!! And uh… I love you too mamma.”

Both of you knew that you weren't the girl’s real mother, but ever since she accidentally called you mom, you couldn't help but take the persona. She even started calling Silco dad, which surprised you that he didn't mind. You thought it was sweet though. The poor girl had been through hell and back, the least she deserved was two loving parents.

“I heard screaming, is everything alright?!” You looked over to the doorway of the kitchen to find Silco with his hair a complete mess and eyes crazy.

You chuckled and before you could answer, Jinx ran over to him and latched onto his leg. “We’re fine, daddy! Mamma was just tickling me.” She giggled and nuzzled into Silco’s leg.

He sighed with relief and looked up at you with a smile. “Do you mind making me something as well? I got finished with work so I can join everyone for lunch if that’s alright.”

You nodded.

“Yay!!!” Jinx exclaimed. “Family lunch time!!!”

“Yes, that’s right.” Silco picked her up, his poor back popping in the process. “My, sweet girl, you’re getting big, aren't you?”

She pouted and crossed her arms. “Nuh-uh!! Am not!!”

Silco pressed a kiss onto her cheek and she giggled before wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

You enjoyed seeing this side of Silco. You had seen him kill people without mercy, without any emotion. You had seen him work his ass off until he fell asleep at his desk. But this side of him? You loved it. You loved his smile. You loved that he forgot about everything except for this girl. He related to her and he wanted a better life for her. And you wanted to help.

“Here’s everyone’s lunch.” You set down everyone’s food and Jinx immediately started scarfing it down.

“Thank you, y/n.” Silco said with a smile.

“It's really nothing.” You told him, beginning to eat your own food.

“Don't say that.” He looked you in the eye. “Your help, even if small, means everything to me.”

You couldn't help but blush a little bit. He had such a way with words and emotions and you hated it. It made you want to kiss him right then and there.

“All done!” Jinx said before standing up and setting her dirty plate on the counter.

“Was it yummy?” You asked as Jinx ran over, moving her arms up so she could sit in her lap. She really was getting big.

“Mhm!”

You bounced her on your lap while you finished your lunch. You couldn't help but glance over at Silco every now and again, a smile forming onto his lips every time Jinx would look at him.

You couldn't help it. You were starting to love that man.

When you set down your own dish, Jinx went to run off quickly. “Where are you going off to so fast?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“I'm making something and it's a surprise. It's almost done and I really wanna show it to you.” She looked eager to go, so you let her. It was probably a new bomb she was working on.

“That girl sure is talented.” Silco said, cleaning off everyone’s plates.

“I'm glad we found her.”

“I'm glad you’re here to help.”

“Me too.” You smiled at Silco as he wiped his hands dry.

He leaned against the counter and looked up at the ceiling. “I feel bad for her though.”

“Me too.”

“I wish we could do more.”

“Hey,” you walked over to Silco and cupped his face on the scarred side and he leaned against it. “The girl is smiling, right?”

“Mhm.” He was melting to your touch.

“Then I think we’re doing fine.”

“Your hand is warm.” He purred, closing his eye.

“You’re changing the subject.”

“And making it about you? I don't mind.” He slightly opened his eye, smirking at you.

“Stop.” You said quietly, blush spreading across your face.

“Oh, don't pretend like nothing is happening between us,” he flirted, stepping closer.

“There's something happening?” You asked, your face hot and red.

“Very funny, y/n.” He teased, his voice low and his breath dusting your face. “Let’s say you really do become the girl’s mother and I really become the girl’s father.” He took your hand off of his face and kissed your knuckles. “You’re stunning.” He whispered.

You put your hands on Silco’s shoulders and stepped closer until he was pressed against the counter. He wrapped his arms around your waist and brought his lips closer to yours until they were just barely touching.

“May I?” He asked, his lips brushing against yours as he said the words.

“Please?” You didn't care if you sounded desperate, you needed this.

He pressed his lips to yours. They were so much softer than you thought they’d be. You pushed into the kiss making him groan with pleasure in the back of his throat. He ran his thumb over the small of the back making you shudder. You gripped onto his hair and felt him smile. That bastard. If you weren't careful though this was going to lead to-

“Mommy, daddy, look!!!” Jinx ran into the room and froze when she saw you with a look or horror pressed against Silco.

You pushed him away and cleared your throat. “What is it, Jinx?” You leaned down and she showed you a flash bomb she made that looked like a bunny. It was genius.

“Do you like it?” She asked, going over to show it to Silco.

“I love it dear. And if you made more, you can only imagine what we could do with them.”

Jinx bounced up and down. “I'm gonna go make more!” She ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could.

You stood up and brushed your messy hair out of your eyes, finding Silco with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“What are you looking at?” You blushed.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re perfect.”

“I'm serious, Silco, shut up.” You went to walk out of the kitchen.

“I love you.”

That stopped you, making you freeze in the doorway.

“That got your attention, didn't it?”

You turned to Silco, about to say something in defense, but nothing came out, so instead, you just giggled.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You.” You laughed.

“You’re so lovely.” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. “Now let's say we get back to… that, from earlier, when times are a little more… private?” He pressed his lips to your ear and before you could say anything, Jinx ran in the room and grabbed your hand to show you how she makes her flash bombs, leaving Silco to just laugh at you.

He was perfect, unfortunately.

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[youreverydaygoblin]

Consumption

Chapter 4: My Obsession’s Father is a Criminal

Viktor’s Perspective

Summary: Viktor testifies in court over the Maryanne-Ricardo case. He discovers a bit more about his love.

Trigger Warnings: This is a dark romance there will be violence, cannibalism, obsessive behaviors, and general toxicity. I will add specific warnings to a chapter if necessary. I do not condone these actions in real life. Please take care of yourself <3

.・。.・゜✭ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉ ᵐᵉ ✫・゜・。.

Today I had to give my witness statement in the Johnson-Bianchi case. The entire case was shockingly simple to answer: motivations, leads, evidence, all of it lined up perfectly to direct the blame onto Ricardo Bianchi. It was so good, Johnson’s body was already cremated and sent to her next of kin due to not needing anymore DNA evidence. I took the stand and gave all the information I knew to the court.

Ricardo Bianchi sat stiff as a board next to his lawyer while I gave my account. His eyes narrowed in on me when the plaintiff confirmed I was the main forensic analyst, and thus, the main identifier of the case. I had grown used to the threats and glares of criminals, but there was something off about Bianchi. His face was vaguely familiar and I just couldn’t place it. Goosebumps raised on the back of my neck and I quickly returned to my seat after I was dismissed. The rest of the the plaintiff’s support went quickly, and Bianchi’s lawyer began to call up his witnesses. He was only able to provide two character witnesses: Bianchi’s land lord and his daughter.

The landlord swore up and down that his good friend Ricardo simply couldn’t have killed his ex-wife due to being out of town on vacation at the expected time of death. The land lord was a burly, ugly man. His teeth shined yellow and the hair he still had was smeared over what was probably a bald spot. As he gave his statements, I got the impression that he owed something to Bianchi. He was way more admiring of his tenant than what an average landlord was, even if they were friends. His eyes were a little too wide and his movement a little too exasperated. Part of me wanted to dig into their relationship with each other and find out what dirt Bianchi held the man under.

After an all too long and unnecessary statement, Ricardo’s lawyer called for Beatrice Bianchi to take the stand. Ricardo’s daughter shuffled out of the back of the room up to the stand. My stomach dropped dead in its spot. The light of my life was the daughter of a man I was actively trying to put into prison. Shit.

She was still as radiant as ever as she sat infront of the court. Her hair was in a neat bun and she had dark slacks and a light blouse on. Her eyes were magnetic and held power over the room. Her testimony began.

“My father is not a good man. He has never been a good man. He has a severe gambling and alcohol addiction, and he was not kind to me or my mother growing up. However, he did not kill my mother. I earnestly believe that he is not smart enough to pull it off.

My mother moved in with me after the divorce due to how terrified she was of him. She closed off all contacts and quickly removed him from and bank accounts or insurances she might have shared with him. She was so cautious that she even urged me to sell the butcher shop that I took over from him. I installed several cameras around my property to ease some of these fears, but it was never enough for my mother.

Whenever she went into a public setting, she informed me, my aunt, and the neighbor where she was going and the time she left. She also updated us on the time she got home. She refused to go to a private space alone. All of this is to say that my mother was a highly cautious individual, and she left no room for my dad to sneak back into her life.

And because of that, I do not believe it was my father who killed her. He is not nearly smart enough to have somehow bypassed all of the security measures in place to get to my mother. Nor do I think he is devoted enough to his anger to go through all of that. He had cheated on my mother several times throughout their marriage, and he was the one to suggest they go through a divorce.”

The judge opened the floor for the plaintiff to begin questioning.

“Ms. Beatrice, it was said on the divorce documents that your mother was the one to request them. This does not align with your personal account of the story, could you shed some light onto this?”

“Of course, sir. My father requested that he and my mother simply split up and not deal with the legal hassle. She retrieved the paperwork and had him sign it.”

The judicial clerk stood up and clarified that the text messages where this had been agreed on were given to the court as evidence. The plaintiff, a little miffed at the quick shut down of his questioning line, began again.

“Thank you for the clarification. You mentioned before that you had set up security cameras around your property, however, there was no footage available during the week Johnson went missing. What happened to it?”

“At the end of September this year, there was a big wind storm that blew through the town. Several branches took down the power lines around my house. We didn’t have power for two weeks, and around this time my mother disappeared.”

The plaintiff seemed pleased with this information and Beatrice was dismissed from the stand. The initial panic of recognizing her as Ricardo’s kid gave way to the gnawing dread of her having cameras on her property. Dear lord, she saw me outside her window. How could I be so stupid? She was going to think that I was some sort of peeping Tom out to hurt her. It felt like my world was actively spinning out from under me. Not to mention the hatred that began to fester for her father. He dare lay a hand to the only good thing this world had to offer. I had to resolve that, but for the moment I had bigger things to worry about.

She hadn’t called in at all about someone on her property, so I could assume that she hadn’t yet checked the footage. I needed to get to her phone and delete everything. Better yet, I needed to destroy those cameras so I’d be free to make sure she’s safe. Plus, if her cameras suddenly were demolished all fingers would point to Ricardo. It was obnoxiously clear that Ricardo would be called guilty. Beatrice, my heart still jumps knowing her name, made a wonderful statement but the court would no doubt use it against Bianchi. She placed all of the evidence into a context perfectly fit to convict Ricardo.

The two lawyers walked up to the judge together. Oh no, no, no, no he was gonna join a plead deal. That bastard was going to get a light sentencing. I could care less that he murdered someone, but the information that he had harmed my light made my fists itch. I wanted to feel his skull give way to them. I wanted to desecrate everything that made him look human so that the world could see the monster that he is.

I looked around for Beatrice to try and soothe the plight of emotions that overcame me. She sat down in the back of the room and made eye contact with me. Her eyes sparkled with recognition and her face immediately dropped. She made her way up to me. I cursed and adored the way my heart sprinted. She sat down in the seat besides me and fished my wallet out of her pocket.

“Here, I’m surprised you went a full day without checking in on it.”

I thanked her and stuttered out a half baked excuse. She laughed me off and got more comfortable in her seat. One of her arms wrapped around the back of my seat and she positioned herself towards me. Her entire being was daunting and exuded confidence. She got closer, and if she had been anyone else I would have called her out for being in my space.

“So, you’re the one that’s gonna be responsible for putting my dad behind bars.”

Oh no.

She got even closer, if that was possible, and smiled at the fear on my face.

“Make sure he rots in there.”

She stood up with a smile, set her hands in her pockets and walked back to her original seat.

.・。.・゜✭ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉ ᵐᵉ ✫・゜・。.

A/N: people have actually looked at this, I cannot begin to describe how ecstatic that makes me!!!

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Dec. 6. 2024

[sam-y3ager]

Hi

Hello!

I need to rant about this stupid show on mgm called from so spoilers for that

I’m on episode 3 season 3 so anyone whos seen the full season then you can ignore my rambling cause I’m sure it gets worse

I’m pretty sure Fatima is currently harboring another one of those fucking things. Or the shows equivalent of the anti christ. Eating rotting food is one thing, but canabalism???

I’m not okay about Viktor and his family, especially now his dads there and he’s remembering stuff. I really hope they can talk and just be able to be happy to have eachother, I might die if it ends up angsty

Tian-chen was my favorite and her death made me sob and I had to pause for a moment. Boyd has also been deranged since her death and I really hope the capturing plan doesn’t blow up in his face, cause he will probably go through with it.

The six different matthews subplots are messy as hell and I’m here for it. Jim is spiraling into insanity, the kids are not okay, and Tabitha might kill a man by the end of this show. Jade is also spiraling out of control and he really needed to open up about whay hes seeing, hopefully itll be good for him.

Glad to see Saras back, forgot about her honestly. I love how shes the scariest person in the town as if several characters aren’t going through the horrors and evil hallucinations.

The bus group is somehow doing okay, except for Randall. Pretty sure he has a glasgow grin now. I wonder why they kept him alive, probably to fuck with Boyd. Or they took that one girl who got shot as a good replacement sacrifice and kept him alive. Or they liked their bug boy, who knows. Live laugh loveTillie

I really hope Donna makes it out cause that poor woman is literally at the end of her rope and deserves a six month vacation. Especially cause now she has to make sure Boyd doesn’t do something STUPID.

Thank you for listening to my rants I’m not okay

[unscrupulousartist]

hellerby fic, part 1/10

21 August 1925

If pressed, Mordecai could, eventually, recall a few things of the night in question. In a rare good mood, he sat at an otherwise empty table—recently vacated by Viktor, who had been dragged out to the dance floor by an excited Miss Ivy Pepper—tucked at the back of the Lackadaisy where the general hustle and bustle of the speakeasy seemed a little further away. The books were balanced, the booze was flowing, and there was no pressing need for blood or carnage. Atlas and Mitzi were making their rounds, shmoozing with investors and patrons alike; the band was testing out a new member, a fiddle singing high above jazz chords; and the bar was flush with paying customers. With his favourite ficus within reach, Mordecai sipped through half a glass of Canadian whiskey while, reluctantly, allowing himself to enjoy the moment.

If inclined to answer, he wouldn't be able to say when, exactly, Rocky Rickaby sat down across from him with two cocktails of something blue and sweet smelling, except to say that the dancefloor had become sedated and the bar less busy.

"Hey-oh, Mr Serious Face," Rocky greeted. Smiling, he pulled a flask from his jacket.

"Good evening," said Mordecai. He lifted his glass, only to discover a lonely icecube skirting the dregs of his drink.

"Some might argue it to be morning," said Rocky. He bit his lip, fangs showing as he added a splash of the flask's contents to each of the cocktails. "But who can judge time while so merry? Night becomes day becomes night again, and us in the business of Dionysus become heros of the cheerless."

"Is that why you are here?" Mordecai drawled. "I assure you, I am filled with cheer. Brimming with it, even; at least, I was before being so rudely interrupted."

"I'll strive to return you to your happiness," Rocky raised his brows, and one of the cocktails, then stared expectantly. "Drink with me."

Narrowing his eyes, Mordecai inspected the cat in front of him. Though it was their first official meeting, the musician had been pointed out to Mordecai earlier in the day. Rocky was neatly dressed in a clean blue suit, but years of shopping with Mitzi gave Mordecai insight on last season's fashion and the mismatched colour of mended seams. "You're the new addition to the band."

"Almost," Rocky nodded, and lifted his free hand to hold two claws close together. "Very nearly. It seems the last leg of my initiation is to enjoy a drink with you."

"What?" Mordecai frowned.

"Ms M insisted upon it," he nodded again as he bit his lip. 

Scanning the room, Mordecai found Mitzi sitting at the bar with Zib and Viktor. All three of them watched Mordecai and Rocky with varying degrees of intrigue and humour. "It's a joke," Mordecai sighed. "Mitzi already handed in your paperwork; I signed off your payroll at the end of the day."

"Then it should be an easy celebration!" Rocky grinned, pushing the second cocktail closer. "Come on, Mr Serious."

"My name is Mr Heller," Mordecai corrected. But his good mood carried, and he saw little personal sacrifice in subjecting himself to the request. Still, time and experience warranted caution. He picked up the cocktail. "What, precisely, did Mrs May say you had to do?"

Rocky shrugged. "There may have been mention of drinking you under the table."

Mordecai rolled his eyes. "And you assumed one glass was enough?"

"Zib was under the impression it might be," Rocky agreed. "But I thought I might convince you of an alternative route, just in case." Standing, he took his drink and sat on the floor.

Stunned for a moment, Mordecai looked across the bar at the baffled and laughing faces of Mitzi and Zib. He tried to find consolation in Viktor, but the old Slav just shrugged. He had little choice but to tilt in his seat to look down at Rocky. "What are you doing?"

"Drinking under the table!" Rocky cheered, then schooled his expression into a mockery of seriousness. "Thou this underhandedness will be wasted if you don't join me."

Amusement bubbled inside him, but Mordecai maintained his airs. "You've done little to convince me."

"I saw you back here, basking in my playing," Rocky boasted. "You seem the type to enjoy fine things; wouldn't it be nice to continue hearing motifs of Paganini and Bach?"

There were some areas of expertise that Mordecai had long given up mastering. Needless to say, he could only suppose the musician to be referring to some niche of his profession. "Correlation does not equal causation," he replied.

A dash of uncertainty pulled at Rocky's facade. "Reason might suggest drinking to be the easiest way to get rid of me," he argued. He continued in sing-song: "One drink under the table, one drink to make me able, one drink under the table and I'll be on my way."

Looking up, Mordecai leveled a glare at Mitzi. The mirthful lady took a considering sip of a martini, eyes hooded with mischief. "You'll need to make better rhymes," he said to Rocky.

"You want something more poetic?" Placing the cocktail glass precariously by his knee, Rocky broke into verse. "The raging rocks, and shivering shocks, shall break the locks, of prison gates. And Phibbus' car, shall shine from far, and make and mar, the foolish Fates."

"What?"

Ears drooping, Rocky sighed. "Not a fan of Shakespeare?"

"Who has time for Shakespeare?" He raised his glass to toast to Mitzi across the room; her and Zib both lifted their drinks, and the three drank in tandem. Then Mordecai coughed, gagging on an extra sharp tang that tasted like nothing in their inventory. He looked again under the table at Rocky.  

The rest of the night was decidedly harder to remember.