#jayce asked him if he could take them out for him

[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

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[katz-rambles]

Hi ! Could we have a childhood friends to lovers ViktorxReader please ? 🥰 I am CRAVING for new works

Yess!! I love this trope it's sooo cute!!

2k words, so I hope you enjoy, Anon!

(fluff, gn!reader, reader is a professor, making out, getting caught, Viktors a bit of a tease (when is he never though), I think this is it!)

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When your family left the under-city, you knew everything would change. You were glad that it happened, it opened a whole bunch of doors for what you could become when you grew into an adult. But it also meant leaving your old life behind, one of the things you still think about to this day. Your heart aches when you think about the people you knew, you just hope that they ended up in a good place. When the shimmer trade spiked, you thought you'd never see any of the people you knew ever again, most of them probably either succumbed to the drug, or was killed during the many times the enforcers went down. You didn't like to think about it, but it's the harsh reality of Piltover.

Now you're walking the halls of one of the most esteemed universities inside of piltover, not as a student, but as a professor. You climbed your way to the top, and you know that your family is proud of you. They're the only reason this became possible, so when you got offered, you jumped at the chance. You're not complaining either, it's a well paying job with good benefits.

The day seemed to be going by incredibly slow, each hour felt like a year. You had a pile of tests on your desk that you had to mark, you've gotten through about half of them. But there's only so much marking someone can take before you feel like ripping your hair out.

So, instead of ripping your hair out, you decide to go on a coffee run and get some fresh air. You've been inside your office for so long, you're surprised you're still standing. One of the downsides to being a professor.

The walk to the Cafe down the road from the university isn't a long one. It's about three minutes, so long enough that you can get some well needed fresh air, but not long enough that you're regretting your decision.

When you reach the university, hit coffee in hand, you run into one of your former students, Jayce Talis. He gives you a friendly wave and comes up to you, “hey, professor. How's your day been?” He asks, awkwardly trying to make small talk and you have to cover your smile by pretending to clear your throat. “It's been well, thank you for asking. How's yours been?” You smile at him, not wanting to seem impolite by just ending the conversation there. He shrugs and sighs, you get the feeling.

Just when you're about to ask a question someone calls Jayce over, and when you both look over you're met with the sight of someone who you thought died long ago, but there he is, standing right in front of you, his cane in hand. You've heard of hextech, you're not in your office that much, and you've heard that Jayce didn't do it alone, but you never knew who his lab partner was. You also know that Heimerdinger has an assistant, but you were never able to catch said assistant's name. But you expected everything and anything, but him. You could have sworn he was dead.

“Viktor,” you manage to get out, although it's been years since you've last seen him, the memories you two made together as children stay fresh in your mind. Plus, he's incredibly attractive, everything from his overgrown hair to the way he leans on his cane, still managing to be taller than you, though not by much. It all had your mind swarming. His eyes rake over you before he looks back to your eyes, “Milý,” he breathes, a faint smile on his face as he continues, “you’re.. ehh.. hi.” He chuckles, standing a bit straighter on his cane. Before either of you can say anything else, Jayce buts in, “I hate to ruin a good moment, but the council wants to see us, Viktor.” Viktor nods and gives you one last nod before limping after Jayce.

Seeing someone who you hadn't seen in a good decade or so was not on your bucket list. You sit down in the chair behind your desk and lean back, letting your head just barely dangle off the back of the chair. You bring your hands up and rub your face, taking a deep breath and groaning. The sound is muffled by your hands. You sit back up again and sigh, you shouldn't feel this way. But you can't deny the way that you felt your heart race when you saw him again, he has such a boyish charm that just pulls you in, the same as is it did when you two were kids. You just chalk it up to a shock factor, you haven't seen him in years. You're just shocked, that's what you tell yourself.

The whole day all you can think about is him, you almost feel giddy, almost like a schoolgirl again. You take a breather, you've made a good amount of progress on the tests so you can afford a quick walk. Plus you have a class soon, and your classroom is on the other half of the university, and you've still got to set up your notes, you internally groan at the thought of giving another lecture. This is your fourth today.

When you finally reach the classroom, the professor that was using the room before you is just finishing cleaning up. You opened the door, only to be met with Viktor and Jayce, and then Heimerdinger soon after. You give a polite nod to Heimerdinger, and smile at Jayce and Viktor. You take your bag off and grab your notes, placing them on the table in front of you, before speaking up, “I thought your lecture ended a while ago, what are you still doing here?” You try and make your tone seem polite enough to cover up the, almost, rude question.

It's Jayce that speaks up first, “Heimerdinger thought it would be a good idea for us to sit in for one of your lectures, since the subject your an expert in is arcane.” You nod and chew the inside of your cheek. You're an amazing talker, and can easily give an hour long lecture, but with Viktor there, you feel anxious at the thought. Although it makes sense, hextech deals with arcane and what better person to listen to than someone who's an expert in it. You try and finish setting up without letting your mind wander too much, but your eyes keep on drifting from the papers in front of you to Viktor. When you look over at him, you find him already staring and he quickly looks away from you.

Now it's just a matter of waiting, you have ten minutes until your class starts so why not help Jayce and Viktor with their problems. You let them, mainly Jayce oddly enough, to ask you any questions they may have and you answer them to the best of your ability. Soon enough your class starts and you have to push away the temptation of staring at Viktor the whole time. Though, a few times you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, looking at you, and you embarrassingly stumbled over your words those times. You swear you saw the ghost of a smirk on his face at your reactions. Everything about him is so damn enticing, it's infuriating. How can one man be so wonderfully perfect, it doesn't make sense to you.

After your lecture, you're leaning over your desk, your mind swarming with thoughts, some not as innocent as you'd like.

When you're met with a hand on your back that has you letting out an embarrassingly loud yelp. Lo and behold, Viktor’s standing right behind you, with a smirk on his lips. “You seem awfully.. eh.. jumpy today, is everything alright?” He asks, moving his face closer to yours, and your heart is racing so fast you're convinced it'll jump out of your chest. His hand on your back moves lower until he rests it on the curve of your hip, gently squeezing it. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired.” You sigh, doing your best to not stutter or hesitate on your words. Viktor chuckles, the sound is something you'd pay to hear again, and moves his face closer to yours again. “Well, we can't have one of the best professors sleeping on the job. Now can we?” If it weren't for the teasing lift to his words you'd think he was actually concerned, but you both know that you're he's not actually. He almost immediately caught onto your lie.

You have to crane your neck at an, almost, uncomfortable angle to be able to see his face. You have to loft your face up for your neck to not be strained too much and you unintentionally bring your faces closer together. In the moment everything feels heightened, you're more aware of him. The hand he has on your hip feels heavier, you can feel the heat coming from his body from the proximity of you two, and you can smell him, a wonderful scent mixed with oil from the lab, the salty smell of the bay, and the knee-weakening scent of his cologne. Right now, everything about him feels intoxicating.

His hand lifts from your hip and to your back, carefully nudging you to turn around so you two are fully facing each other. He then places his hand on your chin to lift your face up, once again. He lets go and grabs your hand, placing it on his chest before speaking, in such a quiet tone you almost didn't hear him, “do you feel that?” Under your palm you can feel each beat of his heart, it's fast, probably just as fast as yours is. All you can muster is a nod. “That's what you're doing to me.” He sighs and brings his face closer to yours, the sound of his words mixed with the tone of his accent is something you're slowly becoming addicted to.

You bring your free hand up to hold his face, your finger traces his cheekbone and then you rest your palm on his face. “Good.” You smirk and his eyes flick down to your lips, and you take the hint, closing the gap between you two. He presses you against the desk and reciprocates the kiss, just as eager and desperate as you are. Each second that passes by feels like an eternity, and you hope it never ends. You've wrapped your arms around his neck and his free hand is resting on your hip. You're the one to pull away first with a quick gasp for air. Viktors face has a red flush to it and you swear you fell deeper in love right then and there.

“I've waited so long to do that, when you left for the top-side the only thing I regretted was not telling you how I felt.” He chuckles, stroking your hip, and you smile and lean in to kiss him again, this time it's him who closes the gap. His lips against yours feels right, you've kissed other people, men and women, but none have felt as right or as good as this. It's a bit messy, and rushed, but it feels right. You slide your hand back down to his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm is something that has you feeling giddy. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer to him. The moment, unfortunately, had to come to an end, the sound of the door opening, not only were you two caught but it reminded you that you two were inside a classroom, thankfully it wasn't a student who caught you, just an incredibly shocked Jayce. You look at Jayce and then back at Viktor, who looks just as shocked as Jayce, and you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles. “This is a place of learning, you two!” Jayce scoffs and throws his hands up, and Viktor groans, taking a few steps back.

“Good thing we're learning then, or we were learning.” Viktor teases, giving you a quick wink before going over to Jayce who looks even more shocked than before, he looks at you and then back at Viktor before groaning in defeat and chasing after Viktor. You're not sure what's going to happen between you and Viktor next, but you're sure that, whatever it is, it will be amazing.

[ahlore]

10 things i love about you.

ekko x piltover! fem!reader

↳ in which ekko lists ten things he loves exclusively about you.

He loved that you made it easy for him to be vulnerable. You showed him it was okay to feel weak and not be afraid to talk about his struggles. You welcomed him with open arms, ready to be there for him whenever he needed it. You��d wipe away his tears along with your own, so that one day, you both could find lasting peace together.

He loved that you knew a relationship needed both people to put in the same effort, but he felt there was more to it. It wasn’t healthy for you to do everything for him, but it’s not like he doesn’t do anything for you. He sees you as someone who works hard and always tries to be strong for everyone, including him and yourself.

He loved that you weren’t stuck-up or judgmental. You didn’t look down on people because of where they came from. Even though he was from Zaun, you treated him like an equal. You welcomed him completely, both as a friend and as something more.

He loved that you had a great sense of humor and always welcomed his semi-awkward jokes. He adored how you’d get flustered when he made flirty jokes that subtly hinted at his deeper feelings and desires. The way your nose would crinkle when you felt self-conscious, even though you were breathtaking in every way, was endearing to him. And he loved how only you could truly get him riled up, pushing his buttons in the most exciting way.

He loved how you listened to him. How you’d take the time to lend an ear, even for something as small as a fleeting thought he had. He appreciated how you’d hear out his worries about what people might think of you—a woman from Piltover and a [last name]—dating him, a Zaunite. He also appreciated how you listened when he talked about his sadness over his former friend, who had become Jinx. He missed her and hated how things had turned out for them, and your willingness to hear him out meant a lot to him. He was genuinely grateful to have you.

He loved how you faced adversity with confidence. No matter the criticism, you stayed strong and never hesitated to challenge anything if you believed it could lead to a better future.

He loved that you were open to meeting his family and friends from the Under city and welcomed them warmly. He was unsure of how you’d react to Vi or even meeting Scar, his right-hand man. And when he first brought you to the Firelight hideout and all the kids kept saying how pretty you were, he could feel his cheeks heating up. It made him feel like he didn’t deserve you at all.

He loved when you’d sneak him into your manor, also known as the [last name] estate. He was amazed by its grandeur. And when your parents caught you both, you didn’t hesitate to introduce him as your boyfriend, not caring whether they accepted him or not. To your relief, they did. It didn’t take long for you to introduce him as your boyfriend to your friends in Piltover. You introduced Ekko to Caitlyn Kiramman, your childhood friend who you absolutely adored, and then to Jayce Talis, another friend of yours. Jayce was a councilor and inventor like Ekko, so you thought they’d get along well. However, Ekko wasn’t too fond of Jayce (he was jealous of jayce, lol).

He loved when you’d ask to have a self-care night with him, where you’d both do self-care together and you’d pluck his usually untamed eyebrows. He loved how you’d hover over him while he lay in your bed, your body close to his as you worked on his eyebrows. The way you’d stick out your tongue in concentration was just adorable.

But he truly just loved you. You were a gifted painter, with a talent that brought beauty to everything you touched. Your words had a way of captivating and comforting, always knowing just what to say. You had a deep love for your home, Piltover, and a genuine desire to see it flourish. Yet, you were never blinded by the wrongs committed against Zaun; you strived to improve both worlds, aiming to unify Piltover and Zaun. Your compassion for those less fortunate was evident in how you consistently gave back to the community, always seeking to make a difference. Every facet of your character, from your creativity to your noble intentions, made him love you more deeply than he could ever express.

“Guide your hands here, my love,” Ekko whispers, gently directing your fingers to rest against his lips. His gaze locks with yours, intense and tender. “Just like that. I want to savor this moment.”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “You always know how to make everything feel special.” With a soft smile, he presses a gentle kiss to your fingertips, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back, eyes still holding yours.

Let him cherish these moments with you. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

[she-walks-on-starlight]

Negotiations

a/n: This is Day 2! So sorry it's late, I was hospitalised over the weekend which put me behind! I'm working hard to catch up hehe

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, public sex, alcohol drinking, slight dom-sub vibes, mentions of violence, mention of blood

Summary: Ambessa hates negotiating, no matter how important it is for her rule. Perhaps she will make herself some entertainment to find it more enjoyable...

Word Count: 1.1k

18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

You know Ambessa finds these meetings the most tedious part of ruling over Noxus. She finds little meaning or use in negotiations, far more used to greeting political rivals and ambitious warlords with her sword at their throat than breaking bread with them. It is a preposterous notion to her, attempting to appease her perceived enemies. As she presides over the emissaries and nobles at the head of the table, you know she is listening keenly, identifying weakness, and sniffing out any hidden agendas. Noxian custom is steeped in violence, and there was a time that Ambessa would be demanding fealty or these peoples’ heads.

But things are different for her now. Now, her daughter Mel has agreed to remain in contact with her and visit Noxus more often with her consort, Jayce. Ambessa can breathe easier knowing that rebuilding the bridge between herself, and her daughter will secure her legacy and ensure that a Medarda inherits the throne upon Ambessa’s death.

She has you now. Seated to her right, close by so she can always see you. Her consort, the love she never thought she’d find again. You’ve dressed yourself in a scarlet red ensemble tonight, complete with a gold medallion belt accentuating your hips. Red and gold, her favourite colours. The colours of war and victory. Conquest. You’ve already caught her more than once tonight, her eyes raking down your figure, her eyes hungry and her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When your eyes meet, she flashes you a fanged smile, no doubt envisioning the many ways she will take you when this insufferable night is over.

You’re drawn to one of the visiting emissaries booming laughter as he gulps down wine and flirts boisterously with the serving girls as they refill his plate and his cup. You try to suppress your smile as you take in Ambessa’s disgust, knowing she’d want nothing more than to pick up the lout like a ragdoll and smash him into the ornate mahogany dining table, likely shattering it in the process.

The image sends an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome rush of heat between your legs. You squeeze your thighs as you imagine her leering down at the man, twitching as blood leaks from his head and then turns to you with her signature smirk. The very same smirk that ushered you into her bed three years ago, at another function where Ambessa was more interested in the wine selection than the purpose of the gathering. The scandal had rocked the court of Noxus, their esteemed leader engaging in an ill-advised relationship with a younger woman, and the daughter of an insignificant noble. She had silenced their doubts in her usual way, with threats of broken bones and removed tongues.

At first, you were convinced that she wanted only for your body, the way she tasted and marked your flesh during your visits bruising you with carnal possession. She was a tornado of fire, and you were blessed to be at the heart of the inferno. Countless nights you found yourself in awe of her, in awe of your luck. Nights spent with shaking legs, dripping with sweat and your own release as she made you scream her name for her over and over again. She was never satisfied with hearing your desperate pleas and devoted prayers to her only once. You never feared her, and knew she would never hurt you, not unless you asked her to.

But she soon proved to you that she wanted more, much more, than what your body could give her. She wanted you by her side always, listening to her stories of long-forgotten battles on distant shores, showing off your new dresses, massaging away her troubles in the bathhouse. She had fallen hard for you, an unexpected light leading her out of the darkness.

You’re startled out of your reminiscing by a hand creeping up your dress, invited in by the high riding slit at the thigh. You gulp as Ambessa’s face remains completely impassive as she sips at her wine, but you don’t miss the quick glance she sends your way, and you know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Be quiet. Don’t move. And enjoy.

Her hand climbs higher, and you hear her try in vain to supress the deep rumbling groan that threatens to emanate from her throat when she finds no underwear to stop her advance. You’re already wet from your earlier fantasising, and your clit is throbbing, begging for her attention. As she drags calloused fingers through your folds, you grit your teeth and grip the table tightly. You’re in for a ride, and regardless of the social setting, Ambessa will expect you to take what she gives you.

She wastes no time in gathering the slick pooling from you, coating her fingers before she pushes one inside. Her fingers are thick, and no matter how used to the stretch you’ve become, you relish in the burn as your pussy eagerly welcomes her inside. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re holding on and you’re fighting to keep your breathing even, lest one of your guests suspect something’s wrong. Ambessa would hate to be interrupted.

She’s adding a second finger, smirking into her wine as she can feel you tighten around her. You can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, your entire body aching for release. You shoot her a pleading look and feel her curl her fingers in response. You start to see spots at the edge of your vision as she brings you closer and closer, all while engaging in dull conversation. Gods, you were going to make her pay for this later. Her thumb is pressing roughly against your clit in swift, calculated circles, you can feel her determination to send you tumbling over the edge. Soon enough, you are doing just that, but you’re hurtling not simply falling. Your orgasm hits you like a searing meteorite, burning through you with force and it takes all of your self-control not to cry out, biting down on your lip so hard you draw blood. You cover it up quickly by taking a sip of wine, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin and glaring at Ambessa reproachfully. She takes no notice, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin.

Shaking your head, you try to reintegrate yourself into the conversation, though none of it holds your interest. Instead, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of your handsome warrior, trailing over each scar you can see and thinking fondly of all the ones you cannot but know intimately. You will reward her mischief with a soothing massage and relaxing oils tonight, it’s been far too long since you’ve caressed her bulging muscles. But you will deny her the taste of your flesh until she begs, a fitting punishment for tonight’s shenanigans. After all, no matter what the nobles of Noxus or the visiting emissaries of foreign lands may think, no matter how imposing Ambessa may appear, you know that there is only person she will fall to her knees for. Tonight, you will make her remember why.  

[irritablepoe]

My ao3 fics - Masterpost

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Multiple Chapters:

how do i say goodbye (22/?) - follows ranpoe's relationship post-canon

embrace the sound of enchantment (3/?) - royal au for ranpoe with ranpo as the prince and poe as his servant

communication methods (3/?) - stalker/yandere poe with a very willing and encouraging ranpo

Ranpoe Oneshots

i could never forget you - ranpo and poe decide to meet up, though even after waiting for an hour, ranpo doesn't show up; hurt/comfort

in the low lamp light i was free - ranpo comes home from defeating fyodor. poe takes care of him

too much at once - poe is overwhelmed at a party; ranpo takes care of him

the feverish heat of yours - omegaverse au, omega!poe and alpha!ranpo

awake on a midsummer night - poe has his obsessive moments. ranpo does too.

do you regret meeting me? - ranpo asks poe exactly that; poe shows him how much he loves him

(un)holy ghost who haunts your home - poe has a dissociative episode when he's outside with ranpo

betrayal from the beginning - poe is kidnapped by fitzgerald; ranpo saves him

meet me on the rooftop - ranpo and poe have a conversation on a rooftop while looking at a sunset

keeping an eye out (while i flirt with you) - bartender au, lots of flirting

you hold me hypnotized, i'm mesmerized - character study/inner monologue of poe

mine to possess - pre-canon poe and his brother talk about ranpo; he's at his worst here

a worthy opponent - may the better one win - pre-canon interaction of ranpoe before the mystery game

Other Oneshots:

kill me with your kindness (i'll gladly surrender) - fyolai; fyodor needs a hug

bleeding memories - mushimizo; character study

tell me you're part of me - fyodor and poe meet because of business; fyodor tries to get poe on his side

a hat a day keeps the bad thoughts away - multiple fandoms; crack fic about hats

are you getting sentimental with me now? - poe and fitzgerald; poe is at his worst when he shows up to breakfast; fitzgerald takes care of him

shared grief of broken men - fitzgerald and poe talk a bit about grief and life

courtesy visit - gone wrong (no clickbait) - poe and lovecraft go on a mission together

a ship for the two of us - bramcraft; they're enjoying a meal (a ships crew) together :3

Moriarty The Patriot

pillows to ride on in a maid dress - louis; i'll not elaborate, the title says it all

need a little help with that? - continuation of "pillows to ride on in a maid dress" with james bonde

Vicious

let this bullet pierce you - victor finally hunting eli down

torture me lightly - post-canon; victor sees hallucinations

with my last breath i think of you - victor dies and thinks of eli

Crime and Punishment

your help heals all my wounds (17/?) - post-canon events of crime and punishment; razras; dunya/sonya

affection - oneshot; razras

there will come a soldier and a poet - lotr au; poet!raskolnikov and soldier!razumikhin

Jackaby

not a word of gratitude - jackaby is alone. he'll always end up alone

don't turn away with this heavy heart of yours - abigail and jackaby talk about jackaby's emotions

Arcane

rest now - viktor is extremely sleep-deprived and faints. jayce finds him

these are not all of my fics, if you want more go check out my other works. a lot of them are written for whumptober 2023, so mind the tags on them. mind the tags in general lol.

the fics are all restricted to ao3 users only because of ai scrapping, i'm very sorry

thank you for reading through this and if you decide to read them thank you as well it means a lot to me <3

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[local-crying-boy]

Hi!i don't know if your ask is open,but if you feel like it,could we maybe get a Viktor with an s/o who preffers staying up and working as well unless he comes to bed with them?

Not Without You.

Gender Neutral! Reader X Viktor

A/N: You asked and I shall deliver :D

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Pairing: Viktor X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluf, established romantic relationship

Warnings: Short fic

Summary: After a long day of work, Viktor expects you to go to sleep due to the late hour, but you refuse to unless he comes up with you.

Word Count: 700

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Translations:

My dove = мой голубь

I love you = Я тебя люблю

I love you too = Я тоже тебя люблю

Love = любовь

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The two of you sat in almost complete silence, the only sound that echoed throughout the room was the scratching of pencils on paper. It was well into the night, you both knew that, the sounds of faint chatter and footsteps from outside of the lab were no longer heard.

You wondered when Viktor was going to leave, hoping that your boyfriend was actually going to go to his room this time. You didn’t mind the company, since you’d often stay up, but also worried for how how sleep Viktor was actually getting.

Viktor glanced at the clock, then turned to you, "It's late, you should be getting to your room."

You chuckled at him, "You should be heading up too, Viktor."

"Well, I have important work to be doing." He quickly said, "You know how much I have to do." He meant no malice in his statement, he had no intention to come off rude and you knew that, he was just stating a fact that you both knew.

"Then I'll stay with you and help, I'm your assistant, remember?" You smiled, pulling your chair closer to him and looking over his work, "We can split it, I have nothing to do. In all honesty, I finished my work about half an hour ago and was only proof reading it."

Viktor looked at you with concern, "любовь, you should get rest, it is important you take care of yourself."

“Not without you.” You simply said, smiling as you put your arms on the desk leaning on it as you looked at him, “Now either we can finish this now, or we head up to bed now and leave it for the morning.”

Viktor stared at you with narrowed eyes. He couldn't just abandon this important work because you wouldn't go to your room without him, right? It wasn't like he wanted to prioritise his work over his love for you, but sometimes he really did question if the work he and Jayce were doing was too important to ignore.

"You work to hard, love." You said gently, your voice as sweet as honey to his ears. "You can take a break, no body is asking you to work until you drop dead."

He had let out a small huff of air, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments. This would have been seen as a moment of annoyance to some, but with Viktor's often exhausted appearance, you've learnt over the years that it was just him being so tired that his eyelids felt too heavy to keep open.

'A sign he should take a break' you've told him several times throughout the time you have, not only worked with him, but dated him.

Viktor took a few moments to reply, he looked over at you with a small expression of shock, he sighed quietly. "You won't go to your room unless I do too, will you?"

You grinned at him, your usual bright smile that Viktor loved to see. "No, no I will not."

He let out a small smile, but you knew that a part of him just wanted for you to go to bed so that you didn’t end up developing unhealthy sleeping habits similar to his.

He shook his head as he muttered quiet words under his breath that you couldn’t make out, but you knew they wouldn’t hold any malice since you could still see that smile pulling on his lips. He stood up, hauling himself up with his cane and looked up at you.

“Come on, then.” He said with a quiet sigh, his ever so small grin still remaining on his face.

You smiled over at him and stood from your chair, walking over to the door with him on your right. The soft sound of the bottom of his cane hitting the floor and both of your shoes clicking against the ground being the only thing you could hear for a few moments.

You then turned to him with a big smirk plastered on your lips, a smile that he would never be able to get enough of. "I knew I could make you cave in."

"Congratulations, мой голубь." Viktor said with a quiet laugh. "You've bested me, then."

Masterlist

[cheeriecherrymain]

hii can you do a Viktor x reader where he has a crush on reader and everytime they enter a room hes in he gets all nervous and reader can tell so she asks why he is and Viktor just confesses to her and they end up kissing maybe?? Thank you, take your time <3

I am so full of writers block you guys have no idea OOF

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Viktor x Reader

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-You’ve been coming to the lab on and off for months now. You’d been invited over many times by one of your best friends, Jayce - multiple times now, in fact. He’d gone so far as to give you directions, telling you on several occasions to ‘just come by whenever you have time’.

-You hadn’t wanted to intrude, at first, knowing that he had important work he was doing: knowing that if you came to say hello that you’d spend the entire afternoon talking.

-But you’d recently found yourself free from the confines of your crappy old job, and you’d figured you might as well take the time to drop in. You hadn’t wanted to go emptyhanded, though, and had packed up a couple boxes of lunch you knew you’d both enjoy.

-And then you’d set out for the location written on a little scrap of paper.

-Jayce, as expected, had welcomed you with open arms the moment you’d knocked and poked your head in. He’d been even more enthused when you revealed you’d brought food.

-He had, of course, given you the grand tour of everything; explaining where everything was, and what certain tools did. He’d even explained a couple of the little gadgets that were laying about, letting you hold them and turn them over in your hands.

- “And this,” he declared loudly, stopping at the last part of the lab, “Is Viktor!”

-You watch, utterly perplexed, as he lays a hand on the shoulder of a man hunched over a desk. Hard enough that said man -Viktor- winces slightly, and sighs. You certainly feel for him; you, too, have been on the receiving end of Jayce’s strength.

- “I would’ve thought you’d start with the fact that you have a partner,” you gently chastise, before turning your attention towards the stranger. “If I’d known you were here, I would have kept my voice down so you could work. Sorry.”

-Viktor relaxes a little bit, some of the tension easing from his body. “It is no issue,” he says quietly, swiveling in his chair so he can partially face you. “You’re not the first guest that Jayce has brought around unannounced - even if you were, he likes to talk while we work. I’m used to background noise.”

-You poorly hide a snort of laughter at the behest of your friend. 

-He’s quite pretty, you think, subtly looking Viktor up and down. Sharp features and warm eyes, not to mention an intriguing accent and a possible sense of humour? You’ve only met him seconds ago, but you’re inclined to believe you’d like to befriend him.

- “Does he still have entire conversations with himself?” you ask, knowing full well you’re going to get complaints about your friendly bullying. “He used to get in trouble for it when we were in class, you know? Anyone who sat near him during exams would be privy to the answers, so everyone was always fighting over who got to be his desk buddy.”

-You lower your voice slightly, barely containing a mischievous grin. “Of course, he usually only got like half the answers right. Smartest person I know - terrible at tests.”

-Jayce groans at the memories, and Viktor looks up at you with amusement. “I feel like there’s more to this story,” he observes, and before you know it, you’ve pulled up a chair beside him to recount as many tales as you can about your school days and the kind of nonsense you’d gotten into.

-Very little gets accomplished that afternoon, thanks to your incessant chattering. But in your defense, Viktor never makes an attempt to dissuade you from talking, whether directly or indirectly. He remains engaged the entire time you’re talking, asking questions and making little quips.

-You still feel bad, though, for keeping them away from their work. Especially once you learn that they’re definitely going to have to stay late in order to catch up.

-As such, you decide to lend them a hand. You don’t know much about their experiments, but you can write well enough. You can run through the more menial and boring tasks, refining their notes and transferring them over into a more tidy format - leaving time for them to work on the things you’re not so versed in.

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-It ends up becoming a regular thing. You’ll bother the two of them a couple times a week, talk their ears off throughout the day, and then help them through the annoying paperwork that neither of them like. You’re kind of like an unpaid intern, in your opinion, despite their best efforts to compensate you for your time.

-Over the months, your friendship with Viktor develops. You find yourself really looking forward to your days at the lab: of course, you enjoyed spending time with Jayce, but now?

-Now you’re excited about seeing Viktor.

-There’s something about him that just makes him an enjoyable person to be around. He’s engaged in your conversations, and he makes you feel listened to. Not to mention the fact that he’s immeasurably kind, good-natured, funny, smart, and has a mischievous streak that marvels your own.

-You find yourself confiding in him about more personal things: thoughts and feelings you wouldn’t even tell Jayce. Your fears about not being good enough after being sacked from your dead-end job, your unsureness about where you want to go with your life, the doubt you have of your skills and useful qualities.

-And he’s nothing but sweet throughout all your ranting, offering you comfort when your voice cracks, or a gentle hand on your shoulder when you get too riled up.

-He’s become such a welcome and constant presence in your life - you can’t fathom how you’d ever survived without him! Jayce is your dearest friend, but Viktor?

-You consider Viktor your soulmate.

-Which is why you’re so confused when he suddenly…starts brushing you off. Pulling away from your conversations, and canceling the plans you’d made weeks ago.

-You brush it off at first, thinking that he’s probably just busy, or having an off sort of day. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, you tell yourself, as you pack up your things to head home for the night.

-But then the next day comes, and Viktor is still…cool.

-He barely even acknowledges you when you traipse into the lab, sending your cheerful greetings off. He keeps his head low while he works on his current project, not even bothering to look up and give you the smallest good morning.

-And then, when you try to ask him about what he’s doing? You know that he loves to talk about his theories and what he’s been making, and you’re so ready to ask him questions and get excited along with him!

-But he brushes you off. Again.

- “It’s not anything particularly interesting,” he says, not sparing you a glance. “I’m sure it would only bore you, if you could even understand it.”

-You don’t know how to describe the way his words hurt. The passiveness, the coldness, the implication that you’re not smart enough? Where had Viktor gone, and who was this stranger wearing his face? Saying something so mean to you, knowing that it’s been such a sore spot in the past?

- “Are…you okay?” you ask hesitantly, fiddling with the edges of your sleeves. “You’re acting kind of…I dunno. Weird. If something is bothering you-”

- “I’m perfectly fine,” he cuts you off, keeping his gaze trained on the little machine in his hands while he picks at the wires spilling out of it. “But if you don’t mind, I’m trying to finish this.”

-You nod wordlessly, turning on your heel to go back to your own workspace. 

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-You have no idea what you’ve done to upset him. 

-At first you thought maybe he was annoyed by something - some event in his life that was bearing down on him and causing him excess stress. You’d thought that Jayce would have surely picked up on it too, on the days you weren’t with them. But…

- “He’s acting the same as usual,” your friend says, around a mouthful of food. The two of you are sat together in the lab, on one of the rare days that Viktor has taken time off (though you’re fairly certain he was forced to). “Why? Did something happen between you guys?”

-You deflate into your chair, hopeless and defeated. “I don’t know,” you admit, sadness creeping into your voice. “One day everything was fine - we were talking and laughing like we usually do, we hugged each other goodnight, went our separate ways, and…the next day it was like I was suddenly the biggest nuisance in his life.”

-You kind of hate how easily tears are brought to your eyes. You’ve only known Viktor for a couple of months - you’d had great conversations, and you’d come to care about him dearly, but…but maybe…

- “Maybe I came on too strong,” you sniffle, swiping your sleeve across your face while Jayce lays a hand on your shoulder. “I know I can be…a lot, sometimes. I’m chatty, and I’m emotional, and I…I get attached so quickly, I just-”

-You sigh.

- “I dunno.”

-Your friend draws you closer then, wrapping you tightly in a hug. It wasn’t often that you found yourselves having a serious enough moment to display your care for one another in such a manner, but at the moment, it’s needed. You sink into his grasp with a hiccup, allowing yourself to be squished.

- “Do you…like him?” Jayce asks then, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

- “And I don’t mean as just a friend,” he clarifies. “You like him like him, don’t you? I see the way you look at him, and how you act around him - the way he acts around you.”

-You freeze.

- “What are you talking about?” you ask, squirming until he releases you. “Viktor doesn’t have feelings for me! He’s mad at me, remember?”

-Jayce finds his seat again, shrugging as he picks up what’s left of his lunch. “I dunno,” he replies, “I’ve never seen him act so soft with anyone else. Like, ever. His eyes get all big when you’re around, and he’s always talking about you when you’re away. He stares after you like a lost puppy, whenever you’re going on about something.”

-Your mind is swimming, with thoughts and anxieties. Going back over every interaction you’ve had since you met him, trying to remember any kind of sign that he’d been flustered, of all things.

-And yes, maybe he had looked at you with the utmost gentleness.

-Maybe he had hung off your every word, and craved your touch. Maybe he did consider you a close friend, as close a friend as you considered him - maybe you were the one who was indifferent to his feelings-

-Oh god, had he been dropping hints the whole time?

-Had you really been so oblivious?

- “Jayce-” you begin, but the man in question holds a hand up to quiet you, grabbing your bag from in between your chairs to hand it to you.

- “Go and talk to him.”

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-Forty minutes later, you find yourself standing outside an unfamiliar door, at an unfamiliar apartment complex. You’re cold, and soaked to the bone, and your hands are shaking where you tightly grip at the strap of your bag. Even tucked under the awning while you wait for the door to be answered, the wind is still able to send a chill through you.

-You wait a couple dozen seconds before raising your hand to knock again. He’d taken the day off, and with the weather being so miserable, he had to be at home, right?

-Thankfully, right before you bring your fist down, the door clicks as it’s unlocked, and creaks open.

-A beat of silence.

-And then, “Hi.”

-It’s the most awkward word you’ve ever spoken, made even worse when Viktor doesn’t reply right away. He looks you up and down a couple times, his expression going from bored, to surprised, to concerned, all in the span of about three seconds.

- “What are you…” he begins, but shakes his head quickly, brushing the thought away as he steps aside to let you in. “Never mind. Come on, you look like you’re about to freeze to death.”

-You gratefully step into the narrow hallway that is the front of his home, sighing blissfully as the warmth from within immediately begins to soak into your body. 

-It’s awkward again, as you stand there, between him and the door - and him, with a hand hovering over you, as if he’s suddenly not sure if he should touch you. Despite the fact that he’d never had any qualms about casual affection before.

-You track his movements, watching as his fingers flex for an indecisive moment before he balls them into a fist, and shoves his hand down to his side. Your gaze flicking up to his face, where he’s most definitely caught you watching him. 

-The light dust of pink that begins to appear over his cheeks.

- “Viktor,” you say, softly, almost breathless after your trek through the city. “What’s been going on between us, lately?”

-His throat bobs when he swallows, remaining silent.

- “We were so open with each other, so happy, and you…you’re my person,” you explain. “And I’ve been going over and over every interaction we’ve had, trying to figure out what I did to make you not want to be around me - and I can’t figure it out. I don’t know what kind of mistake I’ve made, but…but can we please talk about it?”

-You hate the way your eyes well up with tears. “I don’t want to lose you. If there’s something I can do - anything, to fix whatever it is I’ve done…”

-Something in his posture changes, then.

-The stiffness that’s been in his shoulders for the past couple days, held rigid and curt in an attempt to keep you at a distance; it fades. He visibly droops, almost curling in on himself as his expression falls.

-And his hand, previously clenched into a ball, relaxes.

-Raises.

-Finds a tender home against your face.

- “I’m sorry,” he sighs, stroking the pad of his thumb over the curve of your cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong - that, I promise. I’ve been- I realized- I-”

-He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, casting his gaze downwards.

-Oh, you think, watching as his face continually darkens to a rosy hue. So Jayce was right.

- “Jayce was right,” you murmur, catching Viktor’s face in your hands the moment his attention snaps back to you.

-You stay like that for what feels like forever, staring, quietly, holding each other steady while all the little pieces click into place. While his eyes go from sad and guilty, to curious, to hopeful, to content.

-A smile, spreading slowly across your features.

-The two of you, giggling airily at the absurdity of the situation, all former feelings of hurt now beginning to fade. Leaning closer.

-The softness of his lips against your own, miraculously warm on your rain-chilled flesh. Pressing so gently you can barely feel him, his hand slipping to the back of your head to cradle you most precious. It’s innocent, almost sickeningly sweet, and yet you can’t find a single reason to not be entirely elated, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

-And then he pulls back, both of you grinning at each other like idiots.

- “You’re freezing,” he quips, pulling you closer so he can wrap his arms around you.

-You laugh.

[exhaustedrebel05]

Whatever the weather

Arcane Viktor x Fem! Reader

a/n: Hi, so this is the first time I post something that I wrote, I hope you like it.

I do not own anything here except the product of my creativity.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentioned feelings of despair, chronic illness, fluff, new fanfic writer who wrote this on a whim, and possible bad punctuation.

Tell me if I forgot something pls

Summary: You bring food to Viktor in the lab and end up having a moment.

Definitions: Zaya means "little bunny" in Russian. At least, that is what Google told me.

And here we go...

The hallways of the Academy echoed with your footsteps as you made your way to Viktor and Jayce's lab. Well, more Viktor's than Joyce's now that he was more involved in the political side of progress.

Viktor tried to act like the absence of his friend and fellow Hex tech founder didn't bother him, but you knew that deep down it did. You could see it in the way he was returning to old habits of believing he had to do everything on his own.

Even though he did not, and was not on his own. Especially with his declining health. It is not the best idea to leave him alone for hours on end.

You all understood that it was better if they had a say in the decisions regarding Hex tech's future. In order to ensure that it is safe from ending up in the wrong hands. Hands that would use it to destroy lives instead of improving them.

Nonetheless, it left much of the work for Viktor to go through alone, but he never complained. Your beloved is a man racing against time and fate.

Trying to complete and discover as much as his delicate body allows him to. Powering through all of the equations and push backs that came his way.

However, he could only do so much running on maybe four hours of sleep and the academy's cafeteria food. Which is why you were here, at his lab's door, fully expecting to see him hunched over his current project. Fully focused. Tuning out all of the world in order to improve it.

Knowing this, you don't even bother knocking on the large ancient doors; entering the lab filled with papers and project pieces scattered in a sort of organized chaos throughout the room. And in the back of said chaos is Viktor, sitting at his desk exactly as you imagined.

As you walk towards him, you decide to stand beside him and attempt to make your presence known without giving him a heart attack.

Like you had nearly done that one time.

You swear that man nearly jumped six feet from his chair when you placed a kiss on his cheek. Thinking that he had heard you come in.

No response...

With a gentle sigh, you lean down towards him and call his name in a sing-song voice. Hoping to bring him back to your plane of existence.

You reach out slowly, twinkling your fingers in front of him. He takes notice, chuckling as your fingers gently tap on the side of his face - then his nose.

"Hello love," He says, looking up to you with those golden orbs that make your knees weak. He sets down his work and kisses your hand.

"Hi, care for a break?" You ask, showing him the container of home cooked food you had brought him. He turns his chair to face you completely. His focus filled expression turned into delight.

"Hmmm, I suppose I could indulge." He answers, raising a mischievous eyebrow reaching out to take the food.

You move the container slightly out of his reach. Eyes trained on his expression of confusion that turns into acceptance of your challenge.

"Oh, that's how it is?" He asks, amusement apparent in his voice and expression.

"How what is?" You reply nonchalantly as possible, trying to keep a smile from spreading across your face.

The amusement filled amber eyes became daring as a beat of energy filled silence passed between you both. You were not protected from what came next.

Slender hands find their way to your waist and tickle you with no mercy. You squeal and try to move away, but you are held in place.

"Nah ah ah! Zaya, you are not getting away from me that easily!" He states as he attacks you with another wave of tickles.

"I surrender…I surrender!" You gasp, breathless from your laughter.

He hums satisfied with his victory and pulls you close, looking up into your eyes from his seated position.

Your cheeks are flushed from his little attack, and your eyes are bright from your laughter. The moment eases his mind and body. He wishes the two of you could stay here, like this, forever.

His life is not easy. At times, the pain is too much for his body, and he wants nothing more than for it to stop. To find peace and freedom from his all too delicate state.

But then who will finish all the work?

Understand all of his notes and research?

Progress doesn't happen on its own, and Jayce has his hands full with his new role.

Then there was you…

He never expected anyone to have a romantic interest in him, much less knowing that his time may no- would be limited. That in the end, you would be left all alone...

That is what troubled him the most.

You told him you would cross that bridge when you get there. That you understood what it meant to love him; and he was loved nonetheless.

It wasn't always easy, but that is what it means to love someone. It is standing beside them when times are at their worst. When they are at their worst.

Being there to help them back on their feet and facing the challenge together. He also knew how fortunate he was to have what so many others only dreamed about.

You place a hand on his cheek and brush the wild tousled hair out of his face with the other. Bringing him back from his thoughts, grounding him to the present.

"Hey, come back to me." Your voice is as soft as your expression. Eyes gazing lovingly into his own, which were equally enamored.

He gently tugs your arms, signaling for you to come closer.

"I am here."

His eyes never leave yours as he brings you in for a passionate kiss. He doesn't know what the future holds, but he knows you both will cross that bridge when you get there.

[paarthursass]

What makes Heron an incredibly bland protagonist is, unfortunately, he rarely does things of his own volition. He's extremely reactive, and he rarely makes choices that are truly his own; he's usually just following the directions of a god - Zeus in season 1, and Gaia in season 2. This is probably, in part, why people click so much more with Seraphim: while he is also forced to the whims of the Gods (Hera in season 1 and Hades in season 2), we seem him chafe at this. He doesn't want to be their pawn, but he's literally forced to because of the power they wield over him.

This could create an interesting dynamic between the two brothers, especially with how season 2 ended. Heron did everything right; he followed Gaia's orders to a T and it didn't save his life. He was her prized pawn, and he was destroyed for it. I hope this causes a shift in his character in season 3, and that we see him start to take a more independent route (teaming up with Seraphim, perhaps?).

And the thing is, Heron being relatively passive and easily influenced could be an interesting character trait! Look at Jayce from Arcane: he's your typical hero character, but he spends the majority of the series WILDLY out of his depth. As a result, he easily looks to other people for guidance, and is incredibly easily influenced as a result. But we see him struggle with the consequences of that, we see him question with who truly is the best voice of reason in the room, and we see how his poor decision-making comes back to bite him in the ass. But Jayce was written with these character flaws deliberately; I don't think Heron was written the same way.

I think, unfortunately, because most of Greek mythology consists of heroes being given their quests by gods and then them following their instructions, the writers have had Heron follow that same formula. He's a good, pure-hearted man who is chosen by the gods, given a quest by them, and he Must follow it. But this formula falls apart in a series that focuses on examining the character of the gods, and on exposing them as flawed individuals. Why does Heron need to follow their orders? Why doesn't he think for himself? Why must he be their puppet? Seraphim asks these questions of himself, and he's even asked Heron the same thing, only for Heron to...stubbornly stand firm in the "follow the gods blindly" camp. And yes, part of that is also because of necessity: Heron wanted retribution for his mother, and Zeus was the best option for him getting that in season 1, and in season 2 he wanted to prevent his premature death, and Gaia was the only one offering him a lifeline. But, again, while Seraphim is aware that he's only following the gods because of their immense power over them, we don't see Heron struggle with his role in the same way.

After two seasons of seeing him just be a pawn in the game of the Gods, I'd like to see him make some decisions of his own for once.

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 2, Wave 1, Poll 7

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Viktor-Arcane

Qualifications:

Definitely disabled - walks with a cane and later a crutch and leg brace. Overwhelmingly considered gay by the fandom, very strong argument can be made that he is queercoded in the show (especially act 1)

Physically disabled and widely headcanoned (spelling?) as queer

Propaganda:

Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit? Nice young scientist meets a hunky inventor and decends into mad science in persuit of a way to help himself and others.

why you should vote for viktor: 1. he has amazing cheekbones, just look at them, you could slice a brick with them 2. he is essentially the einstein of his era and jayce (his boyfriend and political advocate) would be nothing without him 3. he has the air of LGBTQness about him, you can smell it

Wei Wuxian-The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi

Qualifications:

Goes through a somewhat unethical organ transplant (in that the person he is giving the organ to doesn't realize that's what's going on) where he gives up his "golden core." This is like his center of power and by giving it up, not only is he not able to do most of the more "magic" things he could do before, but he's also noticeably physically weaker and gets injured much more easily (and takes longer to recover) as well as faints more often (iirc he only faints once pre-golden core removal and that was after sustaining major injuries and going on for a significant time without any healing while also fighting and traveling). Like he finds ways around it and invents new methods so that he can still do some things that he did before, just via a very different method. In the show we don't really see any characters who aren't cultivators, or at least part of that world, so Wei Wuxian is like the only character we really get to see without a golden core.

Also gotta say that this boy is severely depressed. Like "I'm-going-to-ask-my-doctor-friend-to-perform-a-mutliple-day-long-surgery-on-myself-in-which-I-will-be-awake-where-she'll-rip-out-the-core-of-my-being-and-transplant-it-into-my-adopted-brother-who-I'll-make-sure-never-finds-out-what-happened-even-though-he'll-come-to-hate-me" depressed. he has no value for his own life other than what he can give to others, even if it's his own body. like I think some fans unfairly classify him as being insane when he's really just depressed as all hell and having the worst possible things happen to him one after another and every time he breaks down it causes more trouble and usually people end up dying because of him.

Propaganda:

https://youtu.be/swbXAVADjxY ^ok this clip kinda explains the whole thing better (and obvs spoilers)

https://youtu.be/2wO5nsnkSBk ^and this video is just for fun but it's a little thing about Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng because their relationship makes me unwell

[cherrycola27]

Star Spangled Seresin

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Political situations. Unrequited love, one night stand, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: An Interview with a Vice President

The fourth date came much faster than Jaycee had anticipated. Less than a month after she had been left waiting in Jake's office.

Now, Jaycee was in the bedroom of her apartment, trying to figure out what she was going to wear. She wanted something that made her look sexy, but she needed to be professional. She had definitely let the deadline of her interview with Jake sneak up on her. She was hoping that she could squeeze it in before Jake squeezed her in all the right places.

She settled on a red dress and black heels. She opted to leave her hair with its natural wavy texture and pulled half up. A subtle, smokey eye and crimson shade for her lips completed her look.

Before grabbing her bag, she gave her apartment the once over. If all went well, she and Jake would be tangled in the freshly laundered sheets of her king-sized bed, and tomorrow, she would dance around the kitchen in his button-up while making breakfast.

She sighed. She couldn't believe she was letting herself fall for him. It had been years since she had allowed herself to love or be loved, and honestly, it scared the hell out of her.

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After a dinner of the greatest sushi she had ever had in her life and a private screening of her favorite movie, Jake and Jaycee tumbled through the door of her apartment in a mix of teeth and tongue.

Jake was dead set in getting her dress off of her but Jaycee needed him coherent for a few minutes.

"Jake, wait." She breathed out when his lips dropped to her neck. He whined and tried to pull her back in as she pulled away from him.

"My interview." She breathed out. "I have to finish my interview with you for my editor. She giggled as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"We can do that some other time. There are more—pressing matters to take care of." Jake whispered huskily in her ear as he pressed her between the counter and his body. Jaycee could feel just how hard he was.

Jake swept her hair to the side and planted languid kisses from her shoulder to just behind her ear, whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do with her. Jaycee was trying to pull up her interview questions on her computer, but Jake's charms were getting harder to resist.

"You're distracting me." She grumbled. "Not well enough, obviously." Jake laughed before slamming her computer shut and turning her around. He pushed the device out of the way and perched her on the counter before removing his shirt and tie and tossing it to the floor.

Jaycees eyes went wide as she drank him in.

"How are you even real?" Jaycee asked as she ran her fingers down his torso and through his diastasis.

Jake barked out a laugh as she scratched her nails along the deep v that cut into his hips.

"If I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up." She moaned as Jake dropped to his knees.

"I couldn't agree more. Jake said as he pulled her to the edge of the counted and spread her legs. He was greeted with the glorious sight of her bare cunt. "You little minx," He remarked when he discovered she'd forgone underwear for the evening.

He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs before placing a tender kiss on the inside of each of them Jayce hummed appreciatively as she steaded herself on her elbows to watch him.

His mouth made his way up to place a kiss just above her clit, right where she needed him most. Her groan of frustration faded into a sigh of pleasure as Jake used two of his broad fingers to open her up. He reveled in the sight of her absolutely dripping for him. Jaycee jolted when she felt him spit onto her clit. He watched his saliva run across her sensitive nub and down her puffy folds before collecting it with his tongue and swirling it around her aching center.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as the firm muscle of his tongue fucked in and out of her. One of her perfectly manicured hands left its place on the counter and gripped his blond locks as he continued to bury himself in her.

Jake shook his head back and forth, bringing his tongue deeper inside of her. His nose pressed against her clit with each pass.

Jaycee planted one of her high heels on each of his shoulders before Jake blindly reached up and guided them all the way over. She locked her ankles behind his head, while her thighs became a pair of earmuffs for him.

"Son of bitch. That feels so fucking good." Jaycee cried out as Jake continued to nip and lick and her center. He'd began to alternate sucking on her clit and driving his tongue into her. Each swipe bringing her closer to the edge.

She forced her eyes open to take in the sight below her.

Jake was shirtless, griping her thighs for dear life. She'd probably have ten finger shaped bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. His hair was askew from where she had run her fingers through it.

His eyes were closed as he perched before her on his knees. His body was pressed against the counter, trying to be as close to her as possible. He looked like he was praying, and maybe in his own way, he was worshiping. Her kitchen was his temple, and she was the goddess he would sell his soul to serve.

"Why is it so fucking sexy seeing a man in power on his knees? You look so fucking pretty between my thighs. You know that? What a view." She moaned out.

"The view from my perspective is pretty great, too. Now cum for me baby. Please—wanna taste more of you." Jake groaned.

Jake rutted his hips against the counter and moaned into her core. Jaycee dug her fingers into his scalp, unsure of who was enjoying this more. "Fuck, Jake. I hope you answer questions just as well as you do this." Jaycee groaned. Jake smirked against her folds before wrapping his lips around her clit.

That sent her hurdling over the edge. She came with a cry of his name. One hand in his hair as she tried to decide if she wanted to press him closer or pull him away. The other gripped onto the counter so hard, her knuckles turned white.

She collapsed onto the counter as she tried to take air back into her lungs and regulate her heartbeat.

Jake had his forehead pressed into one of her thighs as he rubbed the other, gently easing her back to reality.

He stood up and helped her sit up. Jaycee kissed him with fervor, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She wrapped her legs around him and kicked her shoes off. The unceremoniously clattered to the floor.

After a few helpful tips, Jake had successfully managed to get the two of them into her bedroom, where they wasted no time stripping the rest of their clothes.

Jaycee wrangled Jake on to his back and was currently grinding her wet center over his impossibly hard cock.

"No, I'm going to tell you how this is going to go. I have five questions, and you're going to answer every single one of them while I ride you. You stop answering, I stop. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Vice President?" Jaycee said as she glided over him.

Jake nodded furiously. He would probably agree to give her government secrets if that meant he could be buried inside her.

Jayced grinned a Cheshire smile before reaching back and grasping his full length in her hand. She tentatively lifted her hips and sank down on him until she was fully seated on him. She'd never felt so full in her life.

She tentatively lifted her hips before dropping back down. Building a steady but pleasurable rhythm for the both of them. Jake's hands found her hips to help guide her movements while Jaycee leaned forward using his torso for leverage.

"So. Mr. Seresin." She grunted out. "What would you say has been the greatest accomplishment of the administration in the first one hundred days." Jaycee asked.

"Um—I—the legislation we just passed on health care." Jake replied in a broken tone.

"That's going to help so many families. What has been the most challenging aspect so far?" She panted as she tilted her hips so her clit would catch on his pelvis each time she dropped onto him.

"Fuck if I know." Jake groaned as he planted his feet to meet her thrusts. Jaycee reached down and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her.

"What was the deal?" She reminded him as she slowed down.

"Trying to get party leaders to see that we are all on the same team. It's not Dems versus Reps versus Independents. We all have to—work—together." He ground out as his orgasm started to build low in his belly.

Jaycee asked a few more questions. Each one took more and more effort on both of their parts as they both tried to stave off the inevitable.

"Last—question. What—is—your—bi—biggest—goal." She asked through strangled sighs. Willing herself to last for just a few more minutes.

"I can't— baby doll—I'm—I" Jake tossed his head back. His neck was strain so hard that Jaycee could see each delicious vein in it.

Refusing to let herself be beaten, she took a hand off his shoulders and slapped him, just hard enough to get his attention before stilling her hips.

Jake let out a truly pathetic and needy whine when she did.

"Absolutely not, Mr. Vice President. If you want to cum, you're going to answer the rest of my questions. You want me to be able to write a good article, don't you, Jakey?" Jaycee whined as she began to roll her hips against Jake's once again.

"Be a good boy for me, Jake. Just one more answer." Jaycee goaded him. Jake spit out some answers about improving foreign relations and reducing the national debt. Satisfied with what he said, Jake picked up the pace, and Jake planted his feet. He used his newfound leverage to fuck up into her.

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Jaycee and Jake were both teetering on the edge when her phone rang. She looked over to her nightstand and caught a glimpse of your contact picture. A wicked smile flashed across her face as she reached forward and stilled her movements

"What are—" Jake said with a confused look. He was so close, his body burned, craving release. Jaycee chuckled before bringing her finger to her lips as a silent reminder for Jake to be quiet.

"Hello." She said as she answered the phone. "Oh, hey!" She chimed as she said your name. Jake's eyes went wide. You didn't know the two of them had been seeing each other. He couldn't believe Jaycee was doing this.

"Oh yeah, my date went great. He was a real gentleman." Jaycee smirked down at Jake. He experimentally thrusted his hips up, causing Jaycee to bite back a moan. She narrowed her eyes at him before rolling her hips as you continued to talk on the other end of the line, none the wiser. She did her best to stay composed as she talked to you, but Jake was hitting all the right places, and apparently, she was too.

An audible groan left his lips. Jaycee snapped her head towards him, just as you asked her "What was that?"

"Oh, just the TV, I'm watching an action movie." Jaycee lied as she slid her hand from Jake's shoulder to his throat. She curled her thumb and index finger around his airway and gave it a gentle but firm squeezed to remind him who was in charge.

After making up an excuse to get off the phone with you, she tossed it somewhere in her room to find later. Once she was no longer preoccupied, Jake brought one of his hands and placed it over the one of hers that was still around his neck. He gave it a firm grip before saying "harder."

"Yes, sir." Jaycee responded before tightening her grip on him.

Her rhythm became sloppy, and her thighs trembled. They burned in the best way. Jake latched onto her hips and flipped her beneath him.

His hips and grip never faltered as he pounded into her.

Jaycee came with a cry of his name that was so loud that she's sure her neighbors will complain. Jake followed behind her, painting her walls white with his release.

Thoroughly spent, he collapses on top of her, trying his best not to crush her. A thin layer of perspiration covers both of them. The scent of sex hangs thick in the air as the two of them try to regain control of their breathing.

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The next week, when her article comes out, Jake has to restrain himself from buying every single copy he can get his hands on. He beams with pride each time he reads it.

He wants nothing more than to text everyone he knows and tell them about it and how proud he is of his girl. But he knows he can't. He can't even tell Rooster.

Jake settles for texting Jaycee that he loves the article and sends flowers to her office anonymously, of course. He also has his assistant make a note that Jaycee is the only person from the Post he will let him interview him because he was so impressed with her —technique.

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When Jaycee returned from lunch, she heard the whispers and saw the quick glances from her coworkers. When she rounded the corner to her office, she discovered what they were gossiping about.

Two dozen red roses, the same shade as the dress she had worn last week, sat on her desk. She quickly shut her office door before pulling the card from the stems and reading it.

"The article was amazing. So proud of you. Can't wait to see you again, baby doll. Love, J"

Jaycee read the note again. The words seering into her brain before shoving it inside a drawer.

She sucked in a few deep breaths as the realization hit her like a freight train. She'd let this go too far.

The long awaited chapter 3 is here!

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[unluckiestmember]

how abt headcanons for the arcane women on a beach date? :0 feel free to add/remove anyone ^^

Coming right up!

Arcane X Beach Date with Reader!

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Ran and Vander

Warning: Some slight suggestive themes and mild cursing. But pretty much SFW.

A/N: Aww, summer is practically over! I hope you guys had fun this summer and stayed safe! Whatever is next in the future, I hope we all have a great time and look forward to the rest of 2024! We only got three more months until Season Two guys, I know we can do it even if it feels so far. So let's hang in there!

Powder/Jinx

“Hey, hurry up and look over here, toots! I’m about to pull off the biggest cannonball!... Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine- Now watch me!”

At the beach, Jinx is absolutely going to do everything under the sun, whether it be legal or illegal! She might not be the best swimmer, but she loves getting in the water, especially jumping in and getting her adrenaline going. And you better expect her to get you involved in a water fight! Just don’t expect her to play fair, girlie has a bunch of mechanisms she can make into weapons for your game and she’s not afraid to use them!

Sand castles are requested and being buried in sand is a must. A date at the beach with the Loose Cannon feels more like a hangout than a lovely day together in the sand, but don’t get it wrong. Jinx loves spending time with you at the beach and will sneak some kisses to your cheek or slam her lips on yours. She’s pretty sure your beach date is probably one of the best days of her life and it’s all thanks to you.

Violet “Vi”

“This is the perfect weather for a nice swim, babe. Hey- Race you to the other side. Last one there is buying ice cream!”

When you invited Violet to a date on the beach, she was more than ready, she was beyond excited! She is a perfect balance between playful and romantic, always flirting with you in regards to your swimsuit and even sneaking some seductive touches along your body. And right when she’s done or is about to kiss you, she’s quick to trick you by running away gleefully waiting for you to catch her or messing with you.

She’s not exactly the best of swimmers, but is willing to learn and get her feet wet just for you. If you both aren’t having fun talking to each other and exploring the beach side by side, then guests of the beach better expect to see a happy couple making out in the sand or getting affectionate. Peering eyes or none, a beach date with Violet is all you could ever ask for and more.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Ahh, isn’t this absolute bliss, my love-... Did. Did you just splash me? Oh, you’re gonna pay royally for that.”

Caitlyn has been to the beach quite a lot in the summer with her family and always loved spending time on the coast. So when you asked her on a getaway there, she was immediately on board. During your date, she makes sure you are all okay, rubbing sunscreen on you and checking if all your equipment is accounted for. Caitlyn is more on the quieter side, having a picnic in the sand with you or laying in the shade and just catching the breeze.

But do not let this fool you; She can be playful and accept your requests to swim, especially since she’s a pro at it, or just play in general! She’ll always be open to exploring underwater with you or even making some sand castles together! When it’s time to go, Caitlyn almost doesn’t want to leave, but at least she has a sweet memory and new tradition to share with you.

Ekko

“You’re right, we all needed this vacation. Everyone’s happy and you’re happy, so I’m fine. Wanna take a swim with the others?”

Ekko has never been to the beach before. He’s only heard stories from Pilties that passed by the undercity and seen pictures of it, but has never set foot on one, and neither has the Firelights. Whenever he needed a swim or a getaway, he would just find a local lake or river to satisfy him and everyone else’s needs. So you can imagine his surprise when you set up a little vacation for him and his allies on the coast!

The leader of the firelights is beyond happy the entire time you’re by his side and showing off the beach to the firelights, engaging in small games of volleyball or tag with the young ones. Of course it’s still a date for you two, so he’s sure to give you all the love and care you could ask for when the kids or Scar aren’t taking up you two’s time. But even then, it is all in all a fun experience to share, whether alone or with the freedom fighters.

Viktor

“Aye! How is the water so cold? Maybe you should swim on without me… Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch-. H-Hey! Fine, I’ll join you, let’s just take it slow.”

It had been years since Viktor had stepped on a beach before you asked him on a date there. The once feeling of sand in his feet made him raise an eyebrow and the wind touching his skin had him a bit nervous with his body out. From the looks of it, you were sure at first that this would be a hard time to enjoy together…

But after a while and a bit of convincing to let loose with some encouragement, the scientist finally let loose a little and enjoyed all of the beach with you. He may not be able to swim, but walking in the water, holding your hand and feeling the small waves crash into his ankles? Now that was a piece of absolute heaven. And exploring uncharted territories with you to find the most beautiful of caves was beyond delightful. He would have to remind himself to come to the beach with you more often.

Jayce Talis

“What’s up? Are you admiring my muscles?... If you’re looking at them dry, I can’t wait to see how you’ll look at them wet. Now come on in!”

All it took was one date to find out that Jayce practically belonged on the beach with you! There he acted like such an excited child in his trunks running immediately into the water with your hand in his to feel the waves wash over you two. Don’t expect to do much outside of swimming unless you need something from your personal belongings, and even then Jayce will go grab it for you and head straight back in!

He isn’t much of a goofball swimming with you outside of small moments of teasing, but he does get quite handsy and flirtatious, holding your waist and pulling you close to kiss you. Everyone can practically put together that you are his with how affectionate he is around you. And he doesn’t care either because he doesn’t mind putting you on the pedestal where you belong. It’s a chill date, but a nice date regardless.

Mel Medarda

“Mmm, we needed this, sweetheart. A day away from the nagging, pointless fighting and having to meet expectations? It’s absolutely worth it.”

A beach date with Mel has got to be one of the calmest dates you’ll ever have in your life. Mel isn’t much of a swimmer, preferring to just walk down the coast with you. But even then, she spends most of her time sunbathing and simply taking in the ambiance around the both of you in relaxation. For some it may be boring, but for her just being near you and practically doing nothing is heavenly.

Of course she won’t be a prude though. Sometimes she’ll take a minute and collect seashells to take home with her as souvenirs. And if you do want to swim around or really utilize the beach, she will let you and simply watch you having fun lovingly from the sidelines. That is unless you want her to join you, then just ask and she’ll be right by your side enjoying every second with you.

Sevika

“Ran is challenging me to volleyball and I was wondering if you’d want to be my partner?... Thanks babydoll- Hey, Ran! Get ready to get your ass kicked!”

Sevika doesn’t go to the beach unless it’s with a group of friends. Only then with them and you as company is she gonna have the time of her life! Outside of work and in the sand, the muscular woman is a lot more relaxed and a bit playful with everyone, including yourself. She’ll do whatever you’d like as long as it means you both are enjoying yourself.

Want to play a few games? She’s all for it. Want to just kick back and take in the sun and the waves? She’s cool with that too! Nothing is off limits for the Right Hand of Zaun, and I mean nothing. Because if you feel it’s not exactly a date, then Sevika has no problem taking you somewhere a bit more secluded and showing you a great time~. At the end of the day, you’re sure to look back on your time with your girlfriend at the beach fondly and can’t wait for the next one!

Vander

“We should try and make this a tradition. You, me and the kids, come down to the beach every summer. They’d look forward to it every year. And so will I…”

Everytime you and Vander go to the beach, it is usually with the kids as an annual family outing. Yeah, the both of you have to babysit a bit and deal with the mindless teasing of the sumprats when you both get intimate, but you enjoy yourselves regardless. You love when the Hound of the Undercity plays tag with his adopted children, even dragging you in for the ride and getting a good adrenaline kick from it all.

You two always leave the beach excited for the next time around the following year with tired kids needing to be laid down. He makes sure to let you know how grateful he was to spend time with you and everyone else, nuzzling into you and whispering how much he loves you. Though you miss those days, you never broke that tradition, even when the world fell apart. No matter what, you always come back every summer to the beach to keep the memory alive…

If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[bringthekaos]

(Post divorce) Jayce haven't seen Viktor for a couple weeks, and he decides to sneak to Emberflit amidst the night. When he finally arrives, he finds the Herald covered in splashes of blood and although he is very worried at first he soon realizes its from his patients. It's been a "difficult" week after some minor chembarons broke their own peace treaty and their quarry left a lot of injured people. Viktor is tired, dirty and honestly not in the mood to speak.

Jayce thinks is kinda sexy tho

This one deserved a ficlet, sorry it took so long 🥰

I think I’ll call it

Aftermath

(Kinda dark and morbid, fyi)

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The moment Jayce creaked the unlocked door open, he knew something had happened—the smell of blood and antiseptics accosted his nose like he’d run headlong into a brick wall. The lights spilling into the house proper from Viktor’s lab were strobing and flashing, signifying that they’d been on nonstop for several days. The air was thick and hot and heavy as it filled Jayce’s lungs, and with horror, he realized why—the incinerator was on and hissing like a threatened beast, thick ashen smoke spilling out into the blackened vents above. Viktor must have been trying to save someone, perhaps many someones… and he’d failed.

When Jayce rounded the corner to the lab, his breath left him as if he’d been punched—Viktor was standing just beyond his operating table, bent over it slightly with his (once Jayce looked closer, blood-covered) hands braced hard against it and sending an ominous rattle through the bolted-down legs. The metal of his augments was ashen and unpolished, with a morbid smattering of blood smears marring his entire torso, and he was still donning his mask. He was breathing rather hard, harder than Jayce typically witnessed outside of battle and bedroom, and there were short bursts of steam puffing from the vents in his neck.

Jayce had to mentally chastise himself for the knee-jerk arousal that fired off through him at the sight; while this slightly unhinged look was certainly a turn-on… now was clearly not the time.

He briefly considered speaking, soft and prodding; are you okay? But he was fairly certain he had that answer already, so he simply got to work—traversing the short distance to the sink and soaking the tattered washrag he found there. He approached Viktor thereafter, but paused before reaching out—now that he was up close, he could see the slight tremble in Viktor’s organic right hand.

He didn’t think he’d receive an answer if he asked, so he simply raised the rag, slowly and deliberately; ensuring Viktor saw the movement. And while Viktor did not flinch or even physically react at all as Jayce began soothing away the ash and blood from Viktor’s augmented arm, a more forceful puff of steam escaped from his neck like a tiny gasp.

“I heard about the squabble…” Jayce said gently, reaching with his other hand and prying Viktor’s augmented fist away from the table so that he could squeeze the rag out at his wrist. “We were instructed not to get involved… you know how the Council is. They only care about conflicts that will impact them or their pockets.”

A sound like an angry growl rumbled deep in Viktor’s ribcage, but Jayce instinctively knew it wasn’t aimed at him. So he kept on, carefully encircling Viktor’s fingers with the rag to clear the blood away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking in the middle. “I wish I’d been here to help…”

Another grating sound resounded from Viktor’s chest, this one sounding far less angry and more… defeated, and Jayce knew what it meant—‘it wouldn’t have made a difference if you were.’

Jayce nodded his understanding, reaching next for Viktor’s other arm and forcing him to take a step back from the table. Viktor moved awkwardly, almost stiff, and it was then that Jayce saw it—the hinge on Viktor’s embedded brace in his leg had been locked into place, jamming the piston and preventing his knee from bending… preventing him from collapsing.

Jayce clicked his tongue with pity, grabbing Viktor’s wrist and insinuating that he take two steps back, to the cot against the wall. Viktor complied, his footfalls heavy and uncoordinated, and before he bent to reach for the lever that would free the brace, Jayce looked into those glowing pools of fiery ochre spilling from that unreadable mask.

“May I?” he asked carefully, motioning with a nod down at Viktor’s leg.

Viktor was still for a moment, completely unresponsive, and Jayce had to stifle another sound of pity—he’d been in the state Viktor was in now, knew what it felt like… like standing in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, his entire body flayed and numb, and his mind unable to comprehend anything but the chaos. But eventually Viktor just barely nodded, and Jayce bent to release the brace.

Viktor’s legs immediately gave out, and Jayce did his best to catch him and ease him back to plop heavily into a seated position on the cot.

“Ok, there we go… just… let me…” Jayce huffed, doing his best to keep Viktor upright as he reached for the pillow and nestled it between Viktor’s back and the wall. Viktor settled quickly against it, the tension releasing from several augmented joints with a chorus of clicks and whirs.

Jayce went back to work clearing away the blood and ash, and it took at least another fifteen minutes and several refreshes of the rag. But eventually Viktor was mess-free (or as mess-free as was possible, without a shower), and Jayce deposited the soiled rag on the floor and cautiously knelt in front of him. He reached up slowly with both hands, cradling Viktor’s head and allowing his thumbs to rest on the very edges of the mask.

He simply stared into the eye holes for an extended moment, before putting the question to voice,

“May I?” he asked again, soothing his thumbs back to the clasps.

Viktor inhaled, long and slow, and then as he let it out in a single heartbreaking sigh, he nodded.

Jayce felt like his heart plummeted into his stomach when Viktor’s face was revealed to him—there were deep purple bags under his heavily-lidded eyes, and marking his cheeks were the telltale black streaks of long-dried tears. The sheen of his augmented eyes seemed dull and hazy… a robotic version of bloodshot, Jayce realized with equal parts sorrow and awe.

With another tut of pity, Jayce reached once more for the rag, pushed to his feet, and spun to sit on the cot next to Viktor. Almost immediately, Viktor had leaned (collapsed, more like) into Jayce’s shoulder, and Jayce quickly wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

“You did all that you could,” Jayce offered sadly, wrapping the single clean spot on the rag around his finger and carefully raising it to soothe the grime from Viktor’s cheek. And while he hadn’t been here, didn’t know what happened, he was confident in the truth of it—Viktor always did everything he possibly could to help, sometimes more. But Viktor released a dissenting grunt, ever disappointed in his limits, so Jayce squeezed him tighter as he moved on to the other cheek.

“You did, V. I know you did,” he whispered, leaning in to place a simple kiss to Viktor’s temple.

His kiss was apparently a balm, because all the tension, all the tightness in Viktor’s frame released, and his full weight came down hard against Jayce’s chest. Jayce chuckled fondly, burying his nose in Viktor’s hair and delivering another kiss there. He would definitely need a shower soon, but for now… he just needed this.

[league-of-legends-hcs]

Viktor breeding kink….?????

Like to me it just seems like he’s getting very interested in the science of life so would he or would he not just end up happening to start railing the life out of an apprentice who he just might have had crush on for a while??? And attempt to knock her up

Y’know….. for science

Do you see that happening or……

The thing with Scientists and Bees

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut, 18+ PEEPS!

You had been working with Viktor for a while now, knowing about the man's work ethic. It would be a lie if you said you weren't worried about him... But this was the drop that made the dam burst.

It had been a normal day in the lab, you were busy cleaning and organizing Jayces files since that man was horrid at keeping them cleaned and neat, when Viktor cleared his throat and looked at you. "Little bee," you scrunched your nose at the nickname he had given you (he claimed you were always buzzing around the lab, barely ever sitting still like a bee) and turned to look at him. He seemed to be a little flushed, a light tinge of pink in his cheeks and his breathing a little uneven, "are you... Familiar with.. Ehm.." You tilted your head and smirked.

Something was making him nervous and you assumed it had something to do with you... You bit your lip and sauntered over to him. "Oh no way! The one and only stone cold and always calculated Viktor is at a loss for words!" You sat down on his desk, legs crossed as you said "Quick, give me something to write this down!" You teased, leaning back on your hands.

The scientist now took a deep breath, his golden eyes shimmering in a way you hadn't quite seen before. You could see him recollecting his thoughts and when a moment had passed, he stood up, placing himself right in front of you, his presence alone now causing you to uncross your legs.

"I've been wanting to do this.. another way, but it seems that you leave me no choice."

You were about to ask what the hell your friend and secret crush meant by that when he pushed your thighs apart, his calloused fingertips sliding along your thighs gently yet with a bit of force behind it. "Viktor... What the.." he silenced you with his lips on yours, the kiss slow and sensual... And absolutely flustering to you to no end. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks instantly and when the agonizing moment finally ended, you needed a minute to catch your breath, completely bewildered by what just happened, but Viktor? He smirked.

"I've been pursuing a theory..." He muttered, leaning in, placing his soft lips on your neck, causing you to shudder. Your hands tensed into fists, still very much steadying you on his desk. "I have noticed that you spend a lot of time around me.. that you blush whenever I come a little closer to you.. and Jayce can be hugging you, yet.. the blush of your cheeks only shows up when it's me... And... You see.." he pushed you back a little, causing your shaking elbows to give out, placing you on the desk, the scientists tall form looming over you, "Your taste in novels is pretty peculiar... So now.. instead of being a nice gentleman about it as I originally planned.." his fingers trailed along your neck, making you shiver and goosebumps run all over you, "I... Will take the leap and..." He cleared his throat, a little unsure still, but he said it anyway, "I will ravage you."

You could swear that your heart just stopped for a moment. The urge to clamp your thighs shut was strong, but with every growing second, with every moment of silence, Viktor seemed to grow more confident. You weren't moving. You weren't shoving him off, you weren't yelling at him or asking him to move away...

"Oh look at that..." He teased now, his hand slowly sliding towards the buttons of your blouse. "My little busy bee is at a loss for words for once.." the buttons popped one after another. "I'll have to write this down in my notes..."

He had you wrapped around his finger the bastard. Never had he shown any interest in you romantically or sexually and all of a sudden... This?! "If you want me to stop, say the word. I do not want to make you uncomfortable... " He muttered now, avoiding your eyes a little... But you shook your head. "No. Nonono don't stop!" You begged way too eager for your own liking. And when those tantalizing eyes of his found yours once more, full of surprise, it was like a switch was turned. Gone was the man that was unsure of his own actions and doubting if he had read the situation right...

He smiled confidently, freeing you of your blouse. "You, my dear..." He purred now while kissing up your chest, then to your throat, then back to your lips and before he kissed your supple lips once more, he told you "You keep me up at night.." it sounded... Hungry... Almost starved.. and it made your core tighten a little.

"Whenever I look at you, I feel this urge..", he admitted while trailing his hands along your sides, "I want to fuck you stupid."

You squealed a little, your eyes falling closed at the way he played with the waistband of your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, beautiful." He purred now and you obliged immediately, a chuckle leaving the man at this display. "You're just as eager as I am it seems.." he muttered now, one of his hands closing around your throat. "Fuck... Viktor.. I.." you stuttered, unable to withstand him any longer. "Yes dear... You are aching for me.." and as if to prove his point, he pressed his clothed crotch to yours which was now only clothed in a thin layer of your panties... Which were drenched already.

"I wouldn't be a man of science if I did not tell you about my... Urges a little more." Viktor now pushed the tip of his index finger into the wet spot of your panties, feeling you shudder a little. "Viktor please I.." for now, he didn't relent. Viktors eyes darkened a little, a dangerous glint lying within them as he pushed the tip of his finger into you deeper, your panties now drenched in your own juices. He did not want to let you speak yet. Not before you had heard him out.

"I want to put a child into you." He said now, his voice strained, as if he had trouble holding himself back, and you felt like all the air was knocked out of you at once. Not just because of his words, but somehow the scientist had removed your underwear without you even really noticing. Your skin was on fire, you felt like you'd choke in your current clothes and Viktors presence completely overwhelmed you at this very moment.

"I like you.." he confessed, a smudge of red on his cheeks as he pushed two fingers inside you. You tensed around him and breathed out an unsteady "Fuck... Yes!" Which made the man smirk. Hastily he peppered your face, your mouth and your neck in kisses, his two fingers still working your hot, wet core.

"I want to fuck you... Breed you..." His face now laid in the crook of your neck, teeth lightly nibbling on the skin there. "I want to taste you, every little bit of you... And I want to revel in the feeling of this..." He gulped and let out a shuddering breath before continuing, "this... Pussy around me... I've been thinking about you, little bee... For such a long time you have been haunting my dreams..." Now, he motioned 'come hither' with his fingers deep inside of you, brushing along the sensitive spot hidden within. It was as if he knew how you worked, as if he knew where he had to touch to keep you teetering on the edge... And it was agonizing. his fingers felt delicious, the stretch comfortable and the sounds pushing you further and further... But you didn't want to come like this...

"Then.. f-fuck me already!" You whined out, unable to play any games for much longer. Viktors eyes widened a little, his mouth lightly agape, the movement of his fingers slowing to a halt, making you groan in frustration. You tried to grab his hand, but he removed it from inside of you and used his other hand to gather your wrists, pinning them above your head while he pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. "Such a good girl for me... Who knew you could listen without talking back for once?"

A shiver went through your body. Since when was Viktor like this? He was... Seeping authority and dominance.. completely contrary to his day to day appearance.

You mewled in response to his lightly mocking words, your tongue still swirling around his digits. With a low chuckle he removed them from your mouth and kissed your deeply, his clothed erection grinding against your naked, desperate cunt. "Fuck you're wet..." He purred and let his fingers slide along your slit for a little.. but you could barely take it anymore. You just wanted him inside of you.. you *needed* him inside of you.. because who were you gonna lie to... You found Viktor insanely attractive. His intelligence, the way he carried himself, the way he always stood behind his word... He made you so weak whenever he glanced at you in the lab or when you heard his rough morning voice.

"Please Viktor... Please just..." You were almost sobbing in need, completely forgetting where you actually were. "Please what, little bee? Speak to me." He purred, his voice now steady. Now he was sure. Completely and utterly sure that you felt the same way... And knowing this... He could play with you. He cupped your chin with his free hand, smiling lightly. "Use your words, baby. Use those pretty lips to tell me what you need.. and I'll give it to you." He forced you to look at him, his pupils were blown and his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual and he was shaking just the lightest bit.

"I need... You to fuck me.." you rasped out, your face hot with embarrassment... And he was so cruel sometimes. He plunged his fingers back into you and asked "I am, no?", in an innocent tone. "Or... Are my fingers not enough for you?" You rapidly shook your head, to which Viktor took a deep breath. "Do you want my cock, dear?" He asked you now, straight up staring into your soul. You nodded and gave out a meek "...yes". And now, he caressed your cheek, kissed you once more and purred "Good. Very good.. who am I to deny you, my dear.."

With those words he undid his pants, pulling his underwear away with it... And your eyes widened. You'd dreamt about him a lot but you didn't really expect him to be.. *this* well endowed. "Surprised?" He quipped and pulled your attention away from the thick, hard cock that was so close to where you needed it yet way too far away.

Forming a coherent sentence was not really on your mind whenever he began to guide himself into your heat, curses and gasps sliding from both of your lips, only muffled by a feverish kiss. You felt the stretch.. fuck he was huge... Yet gentle. He let you adjust, even though you could clearly see him hold back. "V-viktor.." you blabbered and wrapped your arms around his neck, spreading your legs a little more so he could sink in even deeper.

"Sssssh... I know you can take it.." he assured you, softly patting your hair. "Relax... Please dear.." he huffed, your tightness being a lot to take for him as well. "Fuck you feel so good.." he let you know, broken huffs and moans slipping from your lips. And when he had fully buried himself in your cunt, he let you adjust... You felt full, but not quite full enough. Something was just missing.. and you knew exactly what it was.

With a shaking voice you let out a small "I-i want your cum... P-please.." and all of his resolve was thrown out of the window at this very moment. It seemed like those words made him lose control and he began to move, to thrust into you. Slowly at first, slowly moving in you, slowly letting your back move along his desk, but it did not take very long for him to speed up, to hammer into you, to press against you with all he had, and you were squirming too much for his taste.

"Be still, dear... I will make you feel good... I will fill you up until you're dripping with my cum... Yes.." he huffed, grabbing the backs of your knees and bending them so your legs were pressed against your chest and nothing would leak out. "Nngh... Vik.. Vik please.. cum inside... I wanna.." you could barely string those words together with how hard he pushed into you, at which pace he abused your cunt, wet sounds echoing throughout the lab, only accompanied by your moans and his grunts.

His thrusts grew erratic and your nails dug into his back as he leaned over you to kiss you, your breaths choked and broken by tears of need.

When he began to circle your clit with his thumb, you felt like you'd burst apart, shivers wrecking your body as your orgasm wrecked you thoroughly... But Viktor wasn't done. He fucked you through your high, praising you for how good you're doing for him, telling you how you're his good girl and purring that you've earned a reward.

And that came in the form of his cum deep inside of you. You squealed and could swear you almost came again from the overstimulation... When he had finished coming, he pulled out of you, his hands now back on the backs of your thighs, your legs still next to your head. You had been delirious for a bit, but even after you had come down from your high, Viktor was still holding your legs up.

"what... Are you doing?" You asked him, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your forearm. The man titled his head at you and said "Making sure nothing leaks out." With a sigh you sat up, watching the mixture drip onto his workspace. "If it does.." you purred and slid onto his lap now that he had plopped back into his chair, "You're just gonna have to fill me up again."

A wide grin spread on his face. "Oh I intend to, don't you worry, little bee..." Then he kissed you deeply, his arms wrapping around your middle so he could hold you on his lap... And this was only the beginning of a long night.

Oh anon.. thank you so much c: I've needed exactly that bit as inspo for this man. I just took the prompt and... Idk. It became a lot more than intended. Sorry for the wait!

[ember-owlet]

Could you maybe do a Viktor cg fic please??? Or headcanon or anything you want.

But like, cg Viktor x male or nonbinary little reader who's like... Baby, like 0-1, nonverbal

If not, that's okay!!

a/c: yes, definitely!! i know viktor has been a very popular topic in my asks as of late, and i can see why! it took me a while to think of the perfect scenario for you, i hope you enjoy this little fic firelight! thank you for waiting ʚ♡ɞ 

tw for brief mentions of viktor pondering his death!! stay safe, you can always come back to this when you're ready (ૂ′ᵕ‵ॢං)

dynamic: gn!little!reader x cg! viktor

The warm glow of morning shone through the still air of the scientist's lab. Papers scattered endlessly around the scuffed desk, and resting atop them was none other than the main resident of his second home. His body rose and fell to the soft whirrs of the hexcore, filling in the gaps of silence around the overbearing steel walls, the foreign object rotating seamlessly above him. The unsure creak of a door alerted Viktor to wake to an alarmed position, his head whirring around instinctually before his mind could register the intruder's identification.

An endearing effort, nonetheless it was near impossible not to wake Viktor; He was truly the lightest sleeper in Piltover. Growing up in the undercity developed a skill to wake at the drop of a pin to danger, and though moving to a city like Piltover would be no cause for such concerns, some habits never left him. You can take the boy out of the city, but you can never take the city from the boy. Letting the foggy images clear, his shoulders relaxed, exhaling at the presence of Jayce with you in hand and rubbing your eyes with a soft yawn. "Oh. Good morning, you two." The scientists' voice was hoarse, dropping his guard he released the scalpel from his grasp. "I assume you both had an eventful night?" Viktor stood up from his spinning chair, walking over to see the dark circles under your eyes that reflected his own. "Jayce, don't tell me you made my little one stay up too late." Jayce rubbed his neck and chuckled, it wasn't rocket science for your caregiver to guess how late your adventures turned out. "Sorry Vik, they just couldn't fall back asleep and I didn't know what else to do. We spent the night making a pillow fort and playing blimp captain." You quickly waddled over to Viktor, widening your arms to embrace your papa. He sighed, closing you in for a gentle hug. "What am I going to do with you poklad.." Viktor patted you along towards your designated corner of the room filled with toys, coloring books, and sensory items. Jayce was the first to close the distance, waiting until you were out of distance to make his comment to the other. "They really missed you, y'know. I get that they're not allowed in the lab while you're working with the Hexcore, but they were really worried when you didn't show up."

There was an audible exhale when Viktor shook his head. It pained him to even ponder the fact that you were alone and frightened for him. "I know, I just-'" If he had been honest there were more than a few times where he wouldn't have been able to return to your arms again. "I would never want them to be here in case something were to happen to me." Jayce instinctively reached out to console his companion. "Of course. But it won't happen. Not as long as we're together." He pulled the corner of his lip in a small smile, rubbing Viktor's shoulder in confidence. "But make sure they get some sleep. I'm supposed to keep my reputation as the fun one here." Nodding, Viktor watched the broad figure walk himself out of the office. He let the air settle, exhaling with a small wheeze. You were able to catch his attention, weepy eyes to the contrasting brightness. His eyes would widen to the sight of you grasping at the air towards him. With every attempt to stand, your knees would buckle to exhaustion; further frustrating you in your need to be held. "Hmm." Viktor's throat rumbled. If not for himself he would at least allow his body to recharge for you. "I think we've been up long enough myška. Let's have a rest, shall we?" Lifting himself in unsteady movements he hobbled towards you, his head gesturing towards the door leading to the bedroom. You lifted yourself onto the bed, watching as Viktor dragged the drapes slowly. You couldn't help but giggle as your caregiver playfully joined your side with a chuckle, curling yourself against his slender stature. Grunting, you could feel his aching body move to turn on the lamp and grab the journal off of the nightstand. You looked at your caregiver's notes, each observation recorded with their own key for additional thoughts. Viktor tilted the journal so you could see it better. "I think we're making real progress, there's just- something missing." He rambled on about what adjustments he would be able to make once the two of you were awake. But for you, the feeling of his body with the rumble of his voice was safe, and sleep would begin to make your eyes grow heavy from exhaustion.

[jayvikbrainrot]

I shouldn’t be starting another chapter fic, but maybe I could do a really long one shot?

👀👀👀👀💦

Basically I really really want to write about Viktor teaching Jayce the four relationship “F’s” and slowly falling in love with him, because I’m cheesy AF

Teach Me

He wasn’t sure how they got here. He and Jayce sitting on the floor, alcohol in hand and stomach. They were celebrating a successful pitch meeting that had finally resulted in an investor stamp of approval to start prototyping.

They had raided their meager stash for drinks and hadn't stopped at just one. His brain, a little fuzzy from the cocktail of whiskeys he’d had so far, heard something so unacceptable he was at a loss for words.

“Ehm what?” He asked, perhaps hearing it again it might start to make sense.

Jayce flashed a small smile around his beer bottle, “It’s true, I’ve never been kissed. Or I guess done the kissing either.” He looked away shyly before taking a swig.

“That’s…” his mind went through a quick succession of words all of which paled for how he felt. Eventually settling on… “wrong.”

Jayce chuckled, “Thats sweet. But still doesn’t change anything.”

Viktor’s mind, a constant churn of problem solving blurted out, “Ech I should just kiss you and get it over it.” Em, wait that wasn’t right, “…over with…”

Jayce was looking at him with a wary sort of awe, and then Viktor realized he must have said something odd. His ears caught up with his mouth and he could feel his face blush furiously. He and Jayce had only been partners for a little shy of a year. Definitely settled into a comfortable enough friendship, but not like this. He couldn’t look Jayce in the eyes.

“I mean… if you wanted to I wouldn’t stop you.” Jayce said slowly. “It’s actually something that weighs on me quite a bit.”

Viktor looked at his partner. What an odd predicament. He certainly thought Jayce was handsome enough, clever, and if he was being honest, totally adorable. He had that rare pure hearted optimism that had been quashed by so much of Zaun. And now he was saying, admitting, he wanted to be kissed by Viktor? Huh. Well, he could do that.

“Come on, then.” Viktor said, gesturing him over with a finger.

Jayce looked a little shocked, but put his beer aside and crawled over on hands and knees. He sat obediently in front of Viktor. A shy sort of excitement present on his face. Oh this beautiful boy, how had no one else been tempted?

He sat up, and because Jayce had still not moved close enough, grabbed his tie, and pulled him in. Up close Jayce was a little trepidatious, eyes roaming Viktor’s face, his tongue darting out to wet his very lovely lips.

He pulled Jayce the last bit forward, their lips unaligned, but easily fixed. His lips were warm and soft, and the barest hint of hops and bitterness clung to them. He stayed that way for just a moment longer before letting Jayce go. Done. Not perfect by any means, but at least Jayce was no longer hung up on something so trivial.

Jayce didn’t pull back right away, lingering, starry-eyed, and blushing. That felt like an accomplishment at least. Viktor leaned back, till his shoulders hit his desk with a thump. A giggle escaped him, here he was, in his late twenties acting just like a school boy. But then again Jayce had only just left university hadn’t he? School was school, so maybe not so strange. At least for one of them.

Jayce sat back, swiping a thumb over his lip, smiling. Jayce was a good one, maybe this would be good for him. Especially if his only references had been books and film, oh speaking of…

“So, have you finished that book I lent you?” Viktor ventured.