#hate how jayce looks in this but yknow

[thecatspasta]

Only you can show me this

[bumblydumbly]

Already said this but since everybody is too busy on the failmance happening im gonna say it again: Vi starting their confrontation by saying “never thought [my sister] would orphan kids” only to be stopped from killing jinx. By an orphan kid.

[chocolatebarbarianpussy]

just finished s1 of arcane and i have to be honest jayvik is my most despised pairing in the history of shipping. i dont like how the whole history of systematic discrimination is reduced to "and then they kissed haha:)"

maybe it is explored better in fics but in canon to me jayce never makes even the slightest attempt to understand viktor's struggle as a man from undercity, whenever viktor actively makes remarks about it jayce finds excuses to ignore it and sometimes he even has the audacity to FORGET where viktor is from ("they're dangerous" "*im* from undercity" "right, i forgot...") and as @vryfmi pointed out to me yesterday, yes, he's single-minded and only sees his dream which can make him blind to the realities of real world, but viktor is the same, he also has his dream and thinks about it constantly, but he does not have the privilege to ignore the oppression because, surprise, it's oppression against him personally. after all it's always A man of progress, not jayce AND viktor.

this for me doesnt even look like friendship in canon because friends don't ignore each other's struggles, friends stand up for each other especially if theyre more privileged and have the means to protect the minorities (like yknow, being a counselor for example), but jayce DESPITE being a counselor still didnt make a single effort to learn shit about undercity, the hometown of his *best friend*. it's kinda haha but the only time we see him even open a book in s1 he just looks at the picture😭

so again kudos to u if u love this pairing and explore jayce getting to know viktors struggle and becoming and active ally instead of "well haha i dont hate *all* of undercity, look, ive got a friend from there!" but i hate this mans guts

[eclipsewxtch]

NO SPOILERS BUT REACTIONS TO EPISODE 8 ARCANE S2 BUT IM LIVE TWEETING (TUMBLING):

• honestly i believe anything someone says abt ambessa in a negative way. if u told me she killed a bunch of kids in a preschool in a enemies territory or village i would 100% believe u. if someone watched episode 9, came up to me, and said “ambessa killed everyone” i would believe it. like. i would 100% take that at face value.

• MEL😍 AWOOGA😍 age ain’t nothin but a number ur like 30-35? it don’t matter come home ma😍 im a little young but im mature for my age 18 ain’t that bad sweetheart

• MEL OHH LORDDDDDDD wish i was jayce. or mel. or viktor. i wish i was apart of their weird ass lowkey love triangle bullshit

• LOVE MY PEOPLE OF COLOR!! jayce, ekko, mel… ambessa is wvil but not including her feels racist somehow so im gonna say i appreciate her villainy, character design, and hotness.

• i hate ambessa so much so so so much

• trypophobia is so ugh like i can not look at half of these scenes. like i feel bad but it is freaking me out /gen.

• isha my baby i love you

• maddie back the ENTIRE fuck up deadass. caityln u don’t hate u but u did become a fascist which none of the other characters did. i can excuse murder but not fascism. the whole jesus cult thing w viktor CAN be debated but i wasn’t a huge fan of That either although it is definitely funnier than. yknow. gassing people.

• “can’t erase our mistakes” yeah we know😭 ur THEE prime example 😭

• jinx PLEASE please please. i miss h.

• i love the crow stuff w jinx like idk this isn’t important or a spoiler or anything but whenever i see a crow in this show i think of jinx immediately. this ALSO isn’t important but i love the owl = ekko and crow = jinx

• OKAY BUT JAYCE WHEWWWW UR SO FUCKING FINE GOOD LORD HAVE MY BABIES PLEASE PLEASE OLEASE PLEASE! YOU AND MEL! TAKE TURNS! OR BOTH! AT RHE SAME TIME! SMASH SMASH SMASH!! they aren’t even a hear me out these ppl are so fucking attractive i am so obsessed with them

• everyone: i hope neither of those two sex scenes is between jayce and mel…

me, hoping and begging and praying: 🧎🏽‍♀️‍➡️🤤

• okay the fearsome threesome r back in business!! woooooo. oh. maybe not. MAY BE NOT WOW OKAY

• so did they MEAN for viktor to be a dogwhistle for eugenics or… like ik his game character was. yknow. but uh. yeah.

• is jayvik back or…? oh nvm

• okay but jayce in the black and gold and mel in the white and damn🤤

• oh i needed this hug. i them needed OH WHAT NO NO NO DAMN IT

• jayce and mel height difference and coloring and voices and— guys i’m so sorry i need them (im asexual) i would have their babies (i would rather die than have a kid come out of me) i WANT TO BE IN THEIR BED (okay im real with this)

• 10 mins left in the episode guys what could possibly go wrong🤗

• OH MY GOD SEX OH MY GOD YES LAWD YES LAWD YOU HAVE ANSWERED MY SEASON ONE PRAYERS OH I CANT WAIT FOR THE FANFICS TO RECREATE THIS EXACT SCENE. the animators sure did have fun w this like u can tell u can just TELL

• had to pause a couple of times to scream into my pillow we r all good tho giggling a little (a lot i sound like a fucking WITCH) anyway song choice was great actually

• machine herald is so sexy it truly is a shame he is a poster child for eugenics. viktor this isn’t u baby.

• god u hate ambessa i hate her i hate her i hate her i hate her.

• MEL UGH BEAUTIFUL!!

• i hate that bullshit “i did it for YOU” excuse bc sure u did it for me but that’s not truth is it? u did it for YOU u did all this for YOU. if u really wanted to do it ‘for me’ u should have told me like this shit makes me want to rip my hair out from the fucking follicle. i GET IT i understand why friends or parents or lovers say ts to justify their actions but they HAVE to get how completely batshit it is to use that excuse like they have to😭

• okay seriously the trypophobia is killing me here why couldn’t they make stripes or swirls like why holes why why why why why why—

• OH MY GOD WARWICK NO NO NO ik the game lore i knew this would happen but it still sucks anyway.

• song IS eating tho so

[mysticmousecat]

hello!! could i request a viktor x reader where viktor walks in on y/n getting off? for example she’s part of the hextec project and jayce and viktor leave for something and y/n decides to get busy while sitting on the table? and viktor could help them finish if yknow what i mean

im going to hell for my sins🛐🛐

Oof this is super late lol. Sorry for the wait guys, my inbox is super full of a bunch of these so I’ll work through them as often as I can between work and stuff. Anyway, NSFW under the cut obviously.

P.s. this takes place a few months after the end of “a hypothesis for your thoughts” so there are a few references to that fic. Also it’s super late so I’m just gonna post this and I’ll come back and edit it later, so excuse any grammatical errors you may find.

Viktor x f!Reader

You were sat in your usual place in the lab, pretending to work while you mind was plagued with…less productive thoughts. You were finally with Viktor, you finally knew what it was like to kiss him, to touch him, to love him, you finally got to find out what he looked like when he was completely taken apart, biting back moans and gasps as you memorized every inch of him. You two had been together for several months, not that you’d necessarily told anyone else, it wasn’t that the two of you were hiding it per se, it was more you just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Not that you minded, you had to admit, there was a certain thrill too sneaking around with him, sneaking into his room at night, trying to make sure no one saw you, sneaking out just as carefully in the morning, stealing kisses when you knew no one was watching, it was endlessly fun. However, as of late, Viktor decided he once again wanted to play his favorite game; the game of seeing just how much he could tease you before you burst at the seams.

A week! A full week of Viktor onslaught of teasing touches, whispered words in your ear, promises of the naughty variety and then he would just get you all riled up before backing off, leaving you to sit in your sexual frustration. Part of you wanted to say you hated it, but you knew that would be a lie, doing this was how he’d gotten you into his bed in the first place, so he knew it worked. And boy was it working. You’d been in a state all week, turned on most of the time and every time you even so much as thought of Viktor or saw him you could feel the heat in your core.

However there was something he hadn’t been counting on. Back when he did this the first time, you hadn’t been sure how he felt about you, weren’t sure if he really wanted you or if you were just reading far too much into innocent touches, now though, now you knew just how much he absolutely did want you. You knew his favorite place to be was between your legs, as he had proven several times before, and that he was probably just as worked up as you were, but his endless level of self control always kept him composed. So you decided to test just how far he was willing to take this new iteration of an old game, you started wearing more skirts, letting your shirts show just a little more than they used too, not enough that someone like Jayce or Heimerdinger would notice, but enough that you knew Viktor absolutely would.

Today you were wearing a particularly special skirt, it was the same one you wore the night Viktor kissed you for the first time, the night he specially requested you wear a skirt for his “testing” of his invented heart monitor, the night he’d driven you nearly to madness as he spent so painfully long fastening straps and belts to you under the guise of “testing his invention” when in reality he just wanted to see how far he could push and tease before you lost your mind with want. It was also the same skirt he asked you to wear again a few weeks later, though instead of strapping belts to you he just had you wear it while he fucked you. It was a very special skirt indeed, and one that you knew he recognized the second he saw you walk into the lab this morning.

The look he gave you was downright predatory when he saw you, his eyes eyeing the skirt before gazing up and down your legs, then coming back up to the skirt. Bingo. You had him, now all that was left was the wait for him to pounce, and you suspected even his intense level of self control was beginning to wear a little thin.

“Okay, time for me to get going. Council meeting starts in a few minutes and Mel is gonna kill me if I’m late.” Jayce said as he stood from his chair, straightening out his jacket before beginning to make his way to the door.

“Have fun with your government mandated torture.” You shot him a smile, drawing an equally amused one from him as well as he passed you.

“I need more coffee as well,” Viktor reached for his cane, standing from his seat as well. “I’m sure (y/n) can manage herself for a few minutes.” Viktor gave you a friendly smile, or at least that’s what Jayce would have seen, you on the other hand saw how his eyes darted to you exposed thighs as you sat, your legs crossed one over the other. The two men made their way from the room and you let out breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Even after so much time, having Viktor’s gaze on you like that made you breathless. You spun in your chair, an attempt to entertain yourself while you waited, the chair coming to a slow stop facing away from the door. You were wound so tight after the week, especially late at night when all that was running through your mind were thoughts of Viktor and all of the things you wanted him to do to you, all the ways you wished he would touch you, most of those thoughts happening as he slept right next to you in bed. You’d fought the temptation to touch yourself all week, determined that if you were going to cum, it was going to be because of whatever Viktor was going to do to you, but it had been a fucking week of absolutely no fucking and you were only so strong. Plus right now you were left to your own devices and you’d never been known for having the same level of self control as your lover.

Your fingers had found their way under your skirt before you’d even really had time to think about it. It wasn’t like you’d never had an orgasm in the lab before, it’s just that usually it was because it was Viktor’s fingers under your skirt and not your own so it was making you nervous, yeah that was the feeling you were choosing to attach to this, nervous, definitely not excitement at the prospect of Viktor seeing you like this, knees propped up against the arm rests of the chair, thighs spread wide, hand between your legs, fingers ever so gently circling over your clothed sex. You were so worked up it didn’t surprise you when you found yourself quickly approaching the edge.

“Having fun?” A very amused voice whispered into your ear, making you jump and pull your hand away from yourself. “Don’t stop now, you were so close.” Of course he could know that, he probably had all of your tells memorized by now. You craned your head up to look at the man responsible for your slow descent into sexual frustration induced madness.

“I’d rather it be you making me cum.” You said plainly, you knew exactly what saying something so blunt would do to him, and right now you were counting on his reaction. You heard a hum from behind you.

“Well in that case,” he started, moving to stand up straight again. “Couch” he ordered, it was the tone of voice he used when he was about send you so far over the edge you forgot your own name as his name spilled from your lips over and over again. You felt a new spike of excitement course down your spine.

You did as you were told, going to lay on the couch. Viktor eyed you wolfishly as he walked around the chair, slowly beginning to approach you. “Everything off,” he said, halting his route so he could watch as your hooked your fingers under the hem of your shirt, pulling it off with ease. You glanced over to the door once your shirt was on the floor, suddenly actually nervous that someone would walk in, only to see that the door was locked. Of course he would have expected something like this, he knew you too well.

With much more confidence now you reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor, not missing the way Viktor’s eyes snapped to your chest, just like they did every time. Your hands went to the waistband of your skirt before Viktor’s “wait” stopped you. You looked up to see him once again approaching you.

“Leave that on.” He said, reaching you shortly after and placing himself on the couch right next to you. You didn’t even have to think before leaving forward and locking your lips with his. It wasn’t like kissing Viktor was new, you did it all the time, every day multiple times a day, but every time it still sent butterflies to your stomach, the second his tongue touches yours you somehow always forget how to breathe. The affect this man had on you was dangerous, and you loved it.

“Please.” You whispered against his lips. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, but apparently Viktor did, because of course he always did. His hand came to your chest, his thumb grazing over one of your nipples, pulling a surprised gasp from your lips before his hand flattened against your chest, pushing you down to lay against the arm of the couch. You brought your legs to either side of Viktor’s hips as he adjust to be between them.

“Well since you ask so nicely.” He said with a wolffish grin as he lowered himself down, pressing a heated kiss against your clothed core. It hardly brought any friction but just the prospect of what was to come made you jump at the first contact. You felt him smile against your inner thigh as he sucked dark bruises onto your skin, replacing the ones that had faded over the last week. It didn’t take long for him to hook his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your thighs and then tossing them to the floor. “I’m surprised you even wore anything under this skirt.” He said, tracing the marks he left on the skin of your inner thighs.

“That was my plan for tomorrow if this didn’t work.” You admitted. Viktor let out a breathy chuckle as he lowered himself to lay between your thighs, placing another kiss on your thigh. He’d spent hours just like this before, head between your thighs, although that time your wrists had been tied and held above your head as he spent hours slowly taking you apart with his tongue. He inched closer and closer to where you wanted him most, finally moving to hover directly over you, you could feel his faint breaths against your slick core. You spread your legs as wide as they would go on the couch and watched as he smiled at your desperation.

“I love you.” He said, his breath grazing over you, sending a shiver up your spine before he dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit, pulling a very broken and staggered ‘I love you too’ from your lips. If you had thought the first time he’d given you oral had been good, you had no idea just how dangerous he would get with practice. He knew everything you liked, knew how to suck on your clit just right, knew how much you loved his fingers inside of you as he devoured you. He pushed his tongue into you and you lost it, muffled scream against your arm as he took you apart. Your back arched and your fingers tangled in his hair as he returned to your clit, his fingers returning to fuck into rough and curl just right to hit that perfect spot inside of you. When he pulled his mouth away from you you had wanted to ask him what he was doing, but his fingers curled inside of you again as he ripped a broken moan from your throat.

“Patience,” he said as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. You couldn’t hold back the whine that escaped you. “I have every intention of making you cum, I would just prefer it be on my cock.” You were you faster than you knew you could move, pushing him back to sit against the back of the couch and throwing a leg over his hips, straddling him. You crashed your lips against his, pushing your tongue into his mouth as your hands made quick work of the buttons of his trousers, popping them open and pulling them down just far enough to free his stiff cock, stroking your hand up and down the shaft of it, pulling the sweetest moans from Viktor’s lips.

“I’m okay with that.” You said into his mouth as you positioned him at your entrance, wasting no time in sinking down onto him, you were well accustomed to the size of him at this point. His hands traced down your back, hooking his hands under your thighs and spreading your legs just a little further, making him sink just a little bit further into you, drawing a moan from you. You rolled your hips against his as his hands once again found your waist, helping you to begin lifting up and off of his cock before slamming back down again, nearly seeing stars at how roughly he filled you again, feeling him thrust up into you as you came down. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you repeated the action, feeling him slam back into you over and over again, drawing gasps and keens from the both of you as you conducted your favorite dance. It was unsurprising that your climax was approaching fast, and you were willing to bet his was too with the way he was gripping your waist. You tangled your hands in his once neat hair as your orgasm hit you, the intensity of it pulling a near silent scream from you as your panted against his ear. His grip grew even tighter around your as he pulled you close, pressing your bare chest against this clothed one as he pushed deep into you before succumbing to his own orgasm.

His tight grip on your waist transformed into soothing fingertips gliding up and down your spine as you both caught your breath. As much as you loved sex with Viktor, this part might actually be your favorite part, both of you pliant and satisfied, his cock still buried deep inside as you both collected yourself. You were exhausted, a week near non stop arousal and then followed by some of the most mind blowing sex you’d ever had, you were ready to crawl into bed with Viktor and forget about the rest of the world for a little while.

“Think the rest of your work can be left till tomorrow?” You asked against the skin of his neck.

He was quiet for a moment as he continued to catch his breath. “I think that can be arranged.”

[undercityviktor]

Excitiiiing, i love your stuff! If any of these interest you: jayvik at some kind of informal party, like a club or houseparty - can be modern au, yknow, the classic americal college alcohol fest at some rich kid's house. Like, standoff-ish viktor, jayce very poorly hiding his interest in this handsome stranger, tipsy flirting, caitvi cameo, you get it. OR! Roomates! Wherever and however you like them, arcane universe, modern AU, academy classmates AU....post divorce....(the classic we-hate-each-other-but-the-lease-still-has-three-months-to-go...) No pressure if not! Just throwing some ideas hehe

So many good ideas, Anon! My brain saw “party” and “post divorce” and ignored all the rest for now though, and 1.9k words of pining and fluff was born. I hope you like it!

Content: very brief racism against Viktor being from another country with a perceived language barrier, pining, so much pining and lack of communication, Caitlyn’s somehow supportive zero-tolerance of Jayce’s pining bullshit, and a couple of olive branches exchanged between two idiots clearly still in love. Oh, and a modern no-hextech au feel/setting.

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“Jayce, don’t,” Caitlyn growled, grabbing him by the shirt sleeve and yanking him bodily back into an alcove. It shouldn't have been possible for someone of her stature to man-handle someone of Jayce’s size, but he moved willingly enough under her hands like a wooden puppet on fraying strings.

Across the room, Cait’s wife raised an eyebrow in amusement and was answered with a roll of searing, sky-blue eyes and a shake of the head. “You’re a pathetic, pining drunk, Jayce Talis. What are you?”

“A pathetic, pining drunk,” Jayce mumbled, flopping down onto the flimsy antique chair behind him and groaning. “I’m not even drunk, Cait,” he said. “Almost wish I was. I’ve only had the champagne from the toast earlier. Fuck, he’s so beautiful.”

“Jayce,” she warned, smacking him none-too-gently up the back side of his head with the flat of her hand, and he nodded and waved a vague hand in her direction.

“I know, I know. ‘Beautiful ex-husband is off-limits during fundraisers’. Gods, why did he have to be here though?”

“Because he’s Head of Engineering at the Institute of Technology?” she said. “Duh.” She’d picked up more than a few mannerisms from Vi, including That Face.

“I know, but…” Jayce cut himself off, knowing full well how pathetic he sounded. He dropped his head into his hand, and Caitlyn gently removed his empty champagne flute from the other to set it lightly onto a passing waiter’s tray.

Jayce sat up and tried desperately to look anywhere that wasn’t Viktor, but as ever, his ex-husband drew his attention like an open flame to a doomed moth. Just then, as if he could feel the weight of Jayce’s gaze on him, Viktor looked up sharply. What Jayce hadn’t expected was the oddly soft look in his face that lingered there for just a moment before he schooled his features into a mask and focused his attention away from Jayce and back to the small knot of investors around him.

“I’m fucked,” Jayce mumbled. “I need some air.”

This time, Caitlyn didn’t stop him.

In the hallway beyond, he heard the name ‘Ivanovich’, and halted. Jayce immediately recognised the retreating mop of white hair belonging to Professor Heimerdinger as he vanished around the corner, having evidently just departed from a conversation with three smartly-dressed academic types. They gave each other the side-eye while Heimerdinger trotted off, and then one of them smirked. “Please, the only reason Professor Ivanovich had any standing here at all was because he was married to Dr. Talis,” one of them said.

“I heard he had to leave because his visa expired after the divorce, and the university wouldn’t sponsor him any more. After that he could only get ZIT to sponsor him!” They all broke off into a bout of cruel, guffawing laughter at the nasty acronym the Zaun Institute of Technology had garnered over the years.

“He doesn’t even speak English properly, so I can’t see how he even contributed to any of —”

Jayce saw red.

It didn't matter that they were no longer together. This was Viktor they were insulting. “Do you have any idea how brilliant he is?” Jayce roared, charging up the corridor and grabbing one of the unsuspecting academics by his ugly tweed collar and shoving him roughly against the plasterwork panel behind him. “How lucky the Institute is to have him? How lucky those students are to benefit from everything Viktor has to offer? He’s a fucking genius, you snivelling piece of shit, and you couldn’t even dream about half the stuff his mind can grasp!”

The other two goggled at Jayce in shock while he glared down at one offending little shit-stain, chest heaving with emotions he didn’t know he still had.

A voice in the corridor behind him drew his attention and he found Caitlyn glaring at him, arms folded.

With a final shove, Jayce released the stranger and stalked off down the staircase to barrel out into the courtyard.

“Fuck,” he hissed, trying to still his thundering heartbeat. When simply breathing didn't work, he drew out the little brass cog that he still kept on a cord around his neck. Over the years it had tarnished to a dull brown against the natural acids in his skin, but the edges bore a perpetual shine where they rubbed on his clothing or, more commonly, he ran his fingertips over them. He traced his thumb over the engraved date on the flat of the little cog and his vision blurred as tears formed and his chest tightened.

With watery eyes and a heart as heavy as the earth itself, he stared up at the night sky and wondered how it had all gone so wrong. Three years after the divorce had been finalised, and he still missed Viktor acutely every day. Every single day. It was like there was a hole in his chest that had been blasted out with a shotgun, leaving tiny pieces of his former self scattered to the wind, irrevocable and irretrievable.

Did Viktor ever feel the same way? He looked as good as he ever had; lean, ethereal, unobtainable. Had the divorce even fazed him? Did he even care? Did he think about Jayce when he made his morning sweetmilk or did he just make it and get on with his day? Was he truly as heartless as everyone said he was? He was beautiful, so it was only natural that people had tried to seduce him after their separation — romantically as well as academically — but he had garnered something of a reputation for politely but ruthlessly shutting anyone down who even attempted it.

“Jayce?”

Jayce yipped in surprise and spun to find the very object of his musings standing in the doorway behind him. Viktor leaned his weight elegantly on his cane, his hips listing ever so slightly sideways as always. Or maybe that was Jayce. It was hard to tell which way was up and which was down when he felt so lightheaded around Viktor.

“Uh, yeah?” he said for the second time that evening.

Fuck me standing, he thought. In the soft lamplight of the courtyard and the moonlight gleaming down from the night sky above, Viktor didn’t even look real. Did Viktor’s eyes drift down to Jayce's open collar where the gear dangled in plain sight?

“That was gracious of you,” Viktor smirked. He adjusted his hold on the grip of his cane with a subtle wave of his fingers, and Jayce found it suddenly impossible to look away.

“Huh?” Somehow, despite having two PhDs and numerous other qualifications, patents, papers and inventions under his belt, Jayce always managed to feel dumbstruck and stupid around Viktor.

“Coming to my defence like that…” Viktor purred. “Most chivalrous of you.”

“Well, they were rude,” he shrugged.

Something soft and almost fond played once more around Viktor’s golden eyes, and Jayce’s heart cracked right down the middle. Unable to keep looking at him, he turned his face away and bit back something that was half-sob and half-grimace.

“Jayce?”

“What, Viktor?” he snapped over his shoulder. “What do you want? What more do you want of me?”

Viktor blinked. “I don’t want anything from you, Jayce. I never did.”

“Right,” he breathed. “Of course. Well, I’m going home now. Enjoy the rest of your evening. I can’t… I can’t do this, Vik.” It hurt too much.

And with that, he stalked off, scrubbing a hand over the stubble that had built up over the day. Viktor had used to love the feel of that stubble on his soft inner thighs, the scrape of it on trembling muscle when — no. “Not going there, Jayce,” he snarled, kicking half-heartedly at a pebble as he left the courtyard and headed out into the city beyond.

He walked for hours with his hands in his pockets, barely paying attention to the beautiful city around him. Everything had lost its sparkle in the last few years. He still strove for perfection in his academic work, but without Viktor working beside him in the lab, there was no point to anything. Viktor had been everything, and suddenly it had all fallen apart. Jayce had had sponsorships and private tech and aeronautical companies outbidding each other for the rights to his inventions, and all Viktor had wanted was to heal what society had left broken for far too long.

And Jayce had lost sight of all that. It had been what had brought them together after all.

He was still thumbing the gear pendant around his neck when he drifted back to his miserable little apartment. He trudged up the stairs, working finger and thumb over the notches of the cog, twisting it round and round like a fidget toy, when he ground to a halt at the top of the staircase. There, outside his door, leaning his weight on the wall behind with arms folded and cane resting idly against his hip, was Viktor.

He looked simultaneously like the twenty-something year-old that Jayce had fallen head over heels for within a five minutes of meeting him, and the just-shy-of-forty year-old he currently was, and the overlap between the two made Jayce’s vision blur. “Viktor?” he hissed when Viktor looked up and met his eyes.

“I think…” he began in his musical tenor, “I think we may have made a mistake, Jayce.”

“Oh? And what brought you to that conclusion?” he asked, nearly tripping up the final step and joining him on the landing.

“We are both miserable,” Viktor stated. “And…” he softened and sighed. “And your light has gone out.”

Jayce scowled, his eyes tracking up to the perfectly-functioning light bulb in the hall ceiling above them. “What —”

“Not that light, you literal —” Viktor cut himself off with a huff of breath. “Your light. Piltover’s Golden Boy is… no longer shining.”

“I’m tired, Vik. Just say what you mean for once.”

“I would like for us to be friends again,” Viktor said. “Maybe more.”

“Friends?” He shook his head. “I can’t do that Vik.”

Hurt flashed across Viktor’s face and he pushed himself off the wall. His shoulders took on a defensive tension and his eyes hardened from honey to hammered bronze. “Very well. Though after seeing that you still wear yours, I had hoped we were past the pettiness, but —”

“—Wait, let me finish,” Jayce interjected gently. “And ‘wear my what’?”

“Your gear,” Viktor said, digging into his collar and drawing out a small gold chain, at the end of which dangled a delicate brass cog, engraved with the date of their first success.

Jayce teared up and stepped towards him. “You still…? I thought…?”

“I was rash,” Viktor said, letting go of the necklace and allowing his hand to fall limply to his side. “I wanted to change the world overnight, and I didn’t stop to think what I might leave behind. I sacrificed patience for progress. Understanding for achievement.”

“You didn’t lose me, Viktor,” Jayce hissed. “And it’s always been hard to keep up with you.” After a long pause he said, “I could have tried harder to understand. I didn’t. I thought I knew everything, but… I obviously didn’t.”

Finally, blessedly, Viktor laughed. Just the faintest little chuckle, but it had been years since Jayce had heard it, and his body flushed with undiluted joy at the sound of it. “You… You want to come in for a drink?” he asked, as though it was the most unremarkable thing in the world to ask his ex-husband into his apartment for a drink as though it were the end of their first date. In a way, he supposed, it was a first date, after a fashion. “Think I’ve even got some sweetmilk.”

“Yes,” Viktor smiled. “I think I would like that very much.”

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lil bit of a rant to all the people i dont talk to anymore

1.yknow honestly, for what its worth you did make me a better person, before i became friends with you i didnt really know what manners were, i was confused on what was right or wrong and you opened my eyes to a lot of things i probably would hate right now if i hadnt met you, examples, gay marriage, cosplay, different ways to love, transgenders etc. and that was all fine and dandy, i really loved you for that, always so kind and thoughtful of others, but i think in return i corrupted you a bit too, as a result i turned out to be a bad guy, granted i did some shit that had no excuse but so did you and bitch dont try and blow that off on me. you made me FEEL toxic, i was never going to be good enough, i was never going to be a better person, i was never going to be as nice as you or as caring, everyone would only ever see me as this toxic, stern, scary person and the sadest part of that? that actually came true lmao, no one cares for me, im alone, ive got a solid 1 friend and it isnt even fucking you because you decided i wasnt worth it and you hated me despite me trying so hard to connect back with you, all you ever did was shut me out and tell me i wasnt good enough, bitch. 

2. fuck i loved you so much, but i had no fucking idea how to show it. i know im not allowed to talk to you anymore, but before i rant off about what you did to me i really really need you to understand that i will always fucking love you, and im so so so fucking sorry for hurting you like i did, it was all i ever knew. you taught me so fucking much, you taught me its okay to open up to people and let them see my dark sides, you taught me its okay to be myself and to share my opinions, and if people didnt like that, that was okay too, you taught me how to love even though it was quite a wild ride and i didnt even figure it out until 6 months after we broke up. you taught me there was so much more i had to learn about myself before i brought other people into my life and i will always be grateful to have had you for so long. but holy fuck did you ever make me feel like shit. i fucking hated you, you never listened to what i had to say and when id say it you never believed me either, i get it was a mental thing but YOU NEEDED TO LEARN HOW TO TAKE CONTROL OF YOURSELF. you made me feel gross and like i will never be a good boyfriend ever. how could i be? if i wasnt good enough for you ill never be good enough for anyone, not only that but holy fuck do you know how to run your mouth. after we broke up so many people were telling me on anon that i was toxic and gross and so much worse. i had to hide from the world for months, couldnt even go to cons for awhile because of it. i know you needed support, but at what cost? fuck you.

3. you just straight up pissed me the fuck off. you still do, I WAS NEVER FUCKING OBLIGATED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HAD THAT FANTASY, IM SORRY I DIDNT LIKE YOU AS MUCH AS OTHER PEOPLE BUT I NEVER DID YOU WRONG AT ALL, YET YOU STILL WENT AND TALKED SHIT BEHIND MY BACK. you hold the biggest grudges holy fuck you have no fucking chill, even your dad agreed with me and if that doesnt say youre being an immature fuck off then i have no idea what does. honestly ive never met anyone ive hated more than you, you tell people theyre fat BUT HAVE YOU LOOKED IN A FUCKING MIRROR? you make me want to throw up everytime i see you, you cant complain about being fat yet nEVER DO JACK SHIT TO SOLVE THAT LITTLE PROBLEM, ALL YOU EVER DO IS FUCKING COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR LIFE BUT YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING TO SOLVE IT. so maybe take a look at yourself and think about where youre going in life because honestly? a reality check here, you dont have ANYTHING. whoops

4. i never intended to lose you, im not even sure what i did to you? i never got closure. i never really got anything from you honestly, when i look back i just felt used, like i was just there to pass the time and you couldve left at any point. you were my everything, i didnt have anything else but you. i wish i couldve done something to change the course but i think i did everything i could, as far as my story goes you were putting me off for your girlfriend, i felt alone so i started to talk with other people, you got jealous and then one day, you were gone, didnt want anything to do with me, gossiped with others about how awful i was. what did i do to you to deserve this? what did i do to any of you? i was TERRIFIED to go to school for MONTHS because i could feel your glares as id pass by, i could feel the rumors spreading through the school, i could feel the hate, its been almost a year and i still barely speak in school and my english teacher actually tried to send me to a counselor. i still dont feel worthy to speak, or look up from the ground, or join any clubs, or go anywhere near the japanese room. i dont allow myself to do anything besides sit alone at the third floor BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO CAUSE MORE TROUBLE FOR YOU. sometimes i think about going to your hangout place just to fuck with you some more. did you know the last time we talked, when you told me you never wanted to see me again, i actually broke a locker out of frustration, i didnt want to fucking lose you. why. why did this have to happen to us. what happened. 

5. i dont even know what to say to you, honestly you saved me. i felt safe, for the first time in months i felt like i finally deserved something for myself, and i took that chance, i spent HOURS listening to you talk about things, just random stuff, i worked hard, i finally knew how love was supposed to work and i was able to use that on you, and everything was fucking perfect. this is still pretty recent so even now im crying typing this out. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you so much. why did you leave? im nothing. i loved you so much, you were the first person i truly opened up to like that since jayce, you made me forget jayce, and now i just dont know what to do. what am i supposed to do? how do i fix myself now that youre gone, i dont trust myself to fall in love, i havent even thought about dating since January because a huge part of me is still hoping youll come back apologizing, saying you miss me, and me being the biggest idiot would just forgive you on the spot. how am i supposed to move on when you left too fast for me to even blink. one day you just stopped replying, i dont know what changed, i want you back. im not as happy, im not the same. who am i now? what am i supposed to do, just please talk to me and give me some closure at least, i need it in order to move on, because i still fucking love you with all my being and i will never be able to find anyone better for me than you and i honest to god believe that. 

6. i have nothing to say to you anymore, you have no right to claim me, you have no mark anymore, you cant tell me what i can and cant do anymore, whoever you think you are to me, fucking forget it because YOU left ME, and it fucked me up, youre the real reason for all my problems, everything can be traced back to you, you left me and you have NO right to waltz back into my life without an apology expecting me to love you like youre still something to me. youre nothing. i hate you. and the moment i turn 18 youre gonna find out just exactly how much i hate you, i have no remorse or love for you, there wont be any pity, and once im done speaking with you itll be my turn to leave, only this time it will be forever, thank you and good fucking bye bitch.