#listen i kind of hate jayce

[verysadlesbian]

Y'all think I care about canon????!!!! I was out here, in the motherfuckin' trenches, shipping Destiel!!! I don't fucking care about such unimportant things as "canon".

[jules-ln]

I hate how people talk about Mel and Jayce's relationship

Because every time someone comments about how Mel manipulated Jayce, someone else jumps to say "nooo, Mel couldn't have done something like that she's perfect and has never done anything wrong in her life, ever"

And I'm here like "You are making a good complex character into a bland, one dimensional character"

Because it's clear to me that Mel acts the way she does Because of her trauma. Like I can imagine conversations with her family probably felt like playing 3d chess with a metaphorical sword hanging over her head

No wonder that she kept her distance from Jayce for 7 years, and when she makes a move, her first move is manipulating him

She does it, because she doesn't feel safe to go and just open herself and be vulnerable with Jayce

She probably expected Jayce to be like her family, to play 3d chess with her and him to make his next move

That's why she was so surprised when instead of him being calculating and manipulative, he was earnest and kind. And then after that, after Mel confirmed that Jayce's feelings were honest, she started to open herself up to him

And you see, both Mel and Jayce started their relationship on opposite sides

Jayce gave her his trust 100%, he was vulnerable and showed his belly from the beginning, but that was because he was expecting the same from Mel

People can think whatever they want about Mel and Jayce's relationship, but that doesn't changes the fact that Jayce himself felt used by Mel

And I think everyone is way too eager to dismiss Jayce's feelings in the fight scene between him and Mel with Viktor. He probably had PTSD and didn't feel safe at all (You can tell by the way he clings to his hammer as a form of protection) and mind you, Mel also had gone through an extremely bad experience

But once again they found themselves at opposite sides

Jayce was angry and hurt, he probably played every interaction he had with Mel in his head again again while on that cave, and felt like an idiot for not realizing that she had been manipulating him

He also was in an extreme state of distress and was searching for someone to blame for what had happened. He was calculating what really went down during the bombing of the council and came to the conclusion that Mel could've saved Viktor, so he decided to blame her

Mind you, that wasn't a logical decision, Jayce was lashing out because he was in distress and Mel was just the unlucky one, but it could've been Cait, Vi, or his mom just as well

Now, Mel on the other hand, she was accustomed to the kind and soft Jayce, the one that earnestly listened to her, she went there searching comfort from him, just to find out that Jayce had changed and he was now attacking her

That's why she was so taken aback by him, you can hear how her voice trembles and her body language showed that she was nervous

Once again they found themselves in opposing sides because Mel didn't clarify what she did and that she no longer wanted to manipulate Jayce.

She did that to Jayce because of her trauma, that was how she was used to relationships to be, but then when she realized that Jayce was being honest, instead of clarify things, she let things stay how they were; maybe afraid of how Jayce would react

But it was because she's the daughter of her mother and that influences how she acts on her relationships

People are totally going to hate me for this, but let's compare Mel and Jayce's relationship to Viktor and Jayce's relationship since Viktor and Mel mirror each other

When Viktor and Jayce met, they didn't like each other at all lmao

But then the trial happened

Both Viktor and Mel looked interested in Jayce, but for two different reasons, Mel looked at Jayce and thought that Hextech was a good investment, meanwhile Viktor was interested in Jayce's dreams, in his values and the willingness to stand up for them

And I'm not saying that Mel was wrong and Viktor was right, I'm saying that Mel is a perfectly reasonable person while Viktor is insane lmao

Because then Viktor goes on and risk his entire life for Jayce, like I can't even say how much Viktor would've lost if things hadn't gone as planned

Yet, he did it for Jayce, he was honest since the beginning and put his life at risk for him. In turn Jayce also gave up everything for him like Viktor did, but in this case both him and Viktor were on the same page since the beginning

In the scene right before the fight when Viktor appears, Jayce is quite literally standing between Viktor and Mel with a choice to make

He takes a look at Mel, before turning around to face Viktor and giving his back to Mel

The camera lingers on his back, where we are shown a pattern that represents both Zaun and Viktor (as I've already talked about in this post)

I really love the cinematic language of this scene and I want to do an analysis of it, but long story short, this is the visual language of arcane telling us that Jayce is choosing Viktor

This is where their romantic relationship is officially over

Not because he didn't care about her, or because he didn't love her. But because at that point in the story he couldn't trust her anymore, even if she was saying the truth, he wouldn't be able to trust her, so sadly the relationship between them had already ran it's course

I think it's interesting, because we rarely see this kind of relationship between a woman and a man in media, where the relationship simply isn't mean to be anymore, but both the man and the woman remain in good terms, and I appreciate that Arcane shows how sometimes, even if a relationship is extremely important and you love the other person, not everything is meant to last forever; but that doesn't make it any less important

[caramel-maive-chiato]

Accidental pregnancy and rivals to lovers with Viktor, with some “They hate each other, but now they have to co-parent a kid” vibes too?

Stuck with you - Viktor ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Summary: You and Viktor had been rivals for a long time, until one day after an argument, you both get tangled in the sheets, and one time is enough to cause a nightmare for both of you.

masterlist | Part 2.

✦ genre: drama/hurt-comfort

✦ pairing: fem!reader (afab)

✦ tw!: mild cursing, mentions of s3xual relations (no actual explicit content), Viktor being kind of an asshole to you.

✦ author`s note: hit me up in the comments or my dms if you want a part 2, I really want to do it cause I couldn't reach the 'to lovers' part of the trope without this being extremely long. Hope you like it!

It was stupid.

It was so stupid that now you had a 2-month bump under your belly, that your pants didn’t fit, that you were craving strawberries because of him.

If you had ever asked yourself a year ago if you would become pregnant with your rival's baby, you would have just scratched it as nonsense.

So why were you now? You always wanted kids, but you never thought you were getting a kid as white as paper, peppered with moles in its face, curly brown hair? golden eyes? His golden eyes.

Viktor, how do you start to describe Viktor? He was the most snappy bitch you ever met and he wasn’t even a woman, he was determined to be better than you, to be smarter than you, to handle Heimmerdinger his reports at 7 am to make you look like a mess when you showed up at 10 with yours, he was making sure his whole hextech deal was a ‘Jayce and Viktor dream’ when you were there too.

You were always Heimmerdinger's most well-protected students, scholarships covered, gifted new uniforms and library passes to enter the whole day and even night. You two were always head to head, actually really good acquaintances and late-night study partners.

Until he stomped on you to be Heimmer's assistant, he purposely made you fall on his bait and then bit like the most experienced shark any small fish had ever feared.

Since then, you two will always share side-eyed glances and bumped shoulders in the hallways like immature kids.

Until Jayce and the professor asked you to join the hextech production, you were great at energy stabilizers, one of the things they were lacking. Then years passed, and you always had a new chore to help with; you found yourself immersed in Hextech more than you realized, and he didn’t like that.

More than once, you two got caught in long ethical debates about progress, meritocracy, and calculations. And the answer in your brain was always the same.

'He is so hot I want to punch that stupid smirk out of him or kiss it deeper into his asshole face'

You never thought those thoughts would end up somewhere in reality until that night. And you didn’t though he felt the same way about you.

“You can't just go around pointing your hexclaw thing everywhere in the lab, Viktor!” you sighed, and your tone was the closest it had ever gotten to scolding a child, hands gripping your notebook, imagining it was that thick, attractive and smart, square head of his.

“Sorry" he said not even looking at you while taking the gemstone out of the leather glove

You slammed your notebook onto the table, the sharp crack of paper against wood cutting through the silence. “You never listen, do you? You just charge ahead like you’re the only genius in the room.”

Viktor scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you never stopped questioning everything I did. If you were so certain of your ideas, perhaps you should have been Heimerdinger’s assistant instead of me. Oh, wait—you weren’t.”

Your jaw tightened. "Right. Because you made sure of that. You took half of my research, paraded it around like it was yours to fix, and left me sunk in the dust."

Viktor stepped closer, his voice cold. “I did what I had to do. If you weren’t prepared for competition, then maybe you shouldn’t be here now.”

You laughed bitterly. “Competition? Is that what you call backstabbing? You used me, Viktor. You saw an easy way to climb higher, and you took it.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “I improved on what you had. Something you clearly weren’t capable of doing yourself.” you were now trapped between him and the desk.

Fury surged in your chest as you stepped into his space, close enough to see the flicker of challenge in his gaze. "You arrogant, self-righteous—!"

You felt his breath on your face, and when you focused, you actually focused, your faces were inches away

“-asshole” you whispered, his eyes shifting between your own and your lips

And then you kissed, and then you ended up on the couch, kissing aggressively, clothes pulled aside, moans stifled for your own pride. And then your period was late. And then you wanted to throw up at the smell of expresso coffee.

He didn’t even look up when you walked in the lab. “If this is about the new project, I already—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words left your mouth before you lost your nerve. No buildup. No soft approach. Just the truth, slicing through the lab’s quiet like a knife.

Viktor froze. The pen in his hand hovered over his notes, ink pooling in place. For a long moment, he just stared at the page as if he could pretend he misheard you.

Then, finally, he set the pen down. Slowly. Carefully. “…What?”

Your arms crossed, tension coiling in your stomach. “You heard me.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, searching for any trace of a joke. When he found none, his expression cracked into something sharp and disbelieving.

“This—” He exhaled harshly, dragging a hand through his hair. “This cannot be happening.”

“Oh, trust me, I wish it wasn’t” you shot back.

Viktor pushed back from his desk, standing too fast, gripping the edge like he needed it to keep upright. His mind was already spinning—calculating, fixing, solving—because that’s what he did. Except this wasn’t an equation. This wasn’t something he could just engineer his way out of.

His mouth opened, then shut. Then, in a voice that was entirely too high-strung for him, he let out a humorless chuckle.

“Oh, this is rich.” He rubbed his temple. “Out of all possible disasters… Of course, it had to be this one. With you.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, well, if it helps, you weren’t exactly my first pick for co-parent of the year either.”

He shot you a glare. “Forgive me if I do not find this particularly funny.”

“Yeah? Well, neither did I, but that didn’t stop me from laughing for ten minutes straight in absolute horror when I saw the test.” You leaned against the desk, giving him a dry smile. “I think I actually went a little insane.”

Viktor didn’t return the smile. He pressed his fingers to his temples, muttering something in Czech under his breath. Then, after a long pause, his fingers twitched in a vague, frustrated gesture. “But we—we only did it once.”

You deadpanned. “Wow, really? I totally forgot about that.”

“I am serious.”

“So am I.” You shrugged. “Turns out once was more than enough. Congrats, genius, you somehow managed to succeed at the one thing you probably weren’t even trying to do.”

Viktor let out an exasperated breath, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, do not act as if I am the sole contributor to this catastrophe.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of my involvement, thank you.” You crossed your arms. “And let’s be real, it wasn’t exactly a stellar performance from either of us. I should’ve known nothing good would come from two people who hate each other trying to one-up each other in bed.”

Viktor let out a short, bitter laugh. “Yes, well, congratulations. You have won.”

“Great. My prize is morning sickness and your company. What a dream.”

Viktor groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose like this was physically causing him pain. “This is a nightmare.”

“Tell me about it.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Finally, Viktor let out a slow breath, the initial shock dulling into something heavier. He looked at you properly this time—his sharp gaze, for once, uncertain.

“What… are you going to do?” His voice was quieter now, more careful.

You swallowed hard. “We, Viktor. What are we going to do?”

His fingers curled into a fist at his side, his jaw tight. “You assume I have an answer.”

“You always have an answer.”

“Not this time.”

For the first time since you’d met him, Viktor—the man who always had something to say—was speechless. And for the first time, you weren’t sure what to do with that.

The next morning, you walked into the lab expecting awkward silence, a few glares, and maybe even a full-blown argument if Viktor was feeling particularly irritable. What you didn’t expect was to find a cup of tea sitting next to your workstation.

You frowned. “What’s this?”

Viktor, hunched over his notes, didn’t even look up. “Tea.”

You picked it up, suspicious. It was still warm, a gentle herby scent rising from it. Definitely not the usual acidic bitterness of black coffee that always clung to the lab.

You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes. “You poisoned this, didn’t you?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Yes, clearly I am the type to commit murder via tea. So sorry, should have gone with something more dramatic.”

You smirked, but then realization hit—oh.

He’d noticed. He must’ve realized before that the smell of black coffee sent you gagging and rushing to the nearest bathroom, though he hadn’t put the pieces together at the time.

“You noticed?” you asked, watching him carefully.

“I am observant,” he said, still scribbling. “I simply assumed you had bad taste. But no, turns out you were just harboring my child.”

You snorted. “That’s one way to put it.”

Viktor finally glanced up, and there was something unreadable in his gaze. Something careful, like he was still feeling his way through this whole thing. Then he exhaled through his nose, tapping his pen against the desk.

“I thought about it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

He gave you a flat look. “Do not make me say it.”

You just sipped your tea, waiting.

Viktor rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “I will parent the child with you.”

You blinked. "oh.”

“That is all you have to say?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I figured you weren’t going to run off to some secret second lab and pretend this never happened.”

“Tch. You overestimate my options.” He tilted his head, a sharp smirk tugging at his lips. “Besides, I would hate to give you the satisfaction of complaining about how I ruined your life and abandoned you.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. I was already planning my ‘tragic single mother’ era. Could’ve milked so much sympathy from it.”

“Cynical and manipulative. Remind me, how did I ever end up in bed with you?”

You smirked over your tea. “Burnout and an argument.”

He made a thoughtful noise, then muttered, “Should have stuck to arguing.”

You kicked his chair. “Too late.”

Viktor shook his head, sighing dramatically. Then, quieter, he added, “You are fucking insufferable.”

There was no venom in it, though. If anything, it almost sounded… affectionate.

You hummed, cradling the tea between your hands. “Yeah, well, at least I have an excuse now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

You let out a short, dry chuckle, shaking your head. “Yeah. Can’t be that insufferable if someone’s gonna call me mom.”

The words hung in the air, heavier than they had any right to be.

Your smirk faltered.

Your throat tightened.

Someone’s going to call you mom.

It wasn’t just a snide remark anymore. It was real. A real person. A real child, who was going to depend on you for everything.

The realization hit like a gut punch, and before you could stop yourself, your breath hitched. Your eyes burned.

Shit.

You curled in on yourself, gripping the edge of the desk, blinking rapidly. No, no, not here, not in front of him—

But Viktor noticed.

His smirk faded. His hands stilled on the desk. For a second, he just watched you, his brows furrowing the way they did when he encountered a problem he couldn’t immediately solve.

Then, awkwardly, hesitantly, he shifted closer.

Not much—just a slight lean forward, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach out but thought better of it. Instead, his knee bumped against yours under the desk.

You stiffened at the contact, but Viktor didn’t move away.

“…It is terrifying,” he admitted, voice quieter now. “Is it not?”

You swallowed hard. “You think?”

“I know.” His lips twitched something dry and self-deprecating passing through his expression. “It is you I am trapped with, after all.”

You let out a breathy, wet laugh. “Wow. Romance is dead.”

“Mm. And yet, somehow, it seems like you are the one who killed it.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a shaky smile. God, you hated him. You hated how he knew exactly what to say to stop you from spiraling.

Your fingers curled around the edge of the desk, steadying yourself. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

Viktor exhaled slowly, then gave you the smallest, barest nod.

“It seems so.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting it sink in. Then, with a deep breath, you opened them and met his gaze.

“Okay,” you murmured.

Viktor nodded again. And though he still looked thoroughly exasperated, there was something else there now—something steadier.

“…Okay.”

Part 2? @forlornghosts

[myswanderlust]

⭒ staring meljay, jayvik and skyvik

!MDNI! !this has 18+ material!

it’s almost valentines and i miss my babies already! but i wanted to make a multi character w/ reader because all ships are my favorite.

please! please!- do not hate for the diversity of the ships or say how your ship is “better” idc and we are inclusive here. i’m a proud shipper of ALL. this post is not a debate, it’s a fanfic!

!sfw and nsfw!

⭒ jaymel- (sfw)

jayce and mel are two romantic people. jayce is a soft and assertive to his kindness while mel is a shot-caller and it shows in her affection more times than not. when reader is with the two of them, their love is almost overwhelmingly brilliant. mel is a gorgeous goddess that takes care of you and jayce, while jayce is a textbook golden retriver. when mel teases you , he will whine for you. her words have always had a giant effect on the two of you and it would be untrue to say otherwise.

when mel is gone, you and jayce miss her with every vessel of your being and talk about her at any chance, but can also enjoy your times alone with the other.

when jayce is gone, you and mel debate on visiting him from his kind presence being missed so deeply.

while mel is busy with the counsel and jayce is working on hextech, you are perishing. the perfect times are with the three of you. when there is endless cuddling, food and making fun of how jayce easts his burgers, it is too much fun and when they both are not around you, you always miss it.

(nsfw)

remember how we mentioned that jayce and mel are romantic? well sex with them can be a different story. they are textbook amazing in their lovey-dovey times, but in a more intimate setting, they are extremely parallel. when mel is doming, you and jayce are having a hard time not cumming, but she never lets either of you too fast. oh no. you cannot come until she tells you. if either of you fail to listen to her very explicit instructions, game over. the other will have to join in the domination along side mel, and it will not be merciful.

when it is you on the chopping block, jayce is a pathetic mess. he will stare down at your body in a spent state and eye mel to 'give them a break'. mel does not care. jayce should be lucky mel doesn't punish him for not listening to her without restraint. jayce bites down a smile when she twists his nipple at his slow attempt to her orders.

mel will touch her soaked heat at jayce, never faltering from his endless torture to you. his tongue touching and licking every place he knew would drive you closer to an orgasm, since he loved watching you cum on his tongue or in his mouth; so eager to please. mel would never let him watch his favorite part of giving you head, having to pull his head away by his hair many times. "they does not come until i have given permission, jayce. must i teach you a lesson about listening to clear instructions?" jayce whimpers and shakes his head. "good. continue." she lets go of her steady grip on his hair and let him continue on your sensitive sex until his jaw was slack.

if jayce was on the chopping block, things are very different. if he cums in mel's hand after she told him directly that he couldn't, she would gently grab your hand to straddle the poor boys' waist before stroking him one last time and burying his cock inside of you. he would throw his head back in overstimulation and grab your hips immediately.

mel would smack both hands away before letting her hands sneak up your naked waist to your nipples. she was rewarding you, while punishing him. she whispers a quick, "ride him, my love." before taking a seat behind you and letting her hand trail your sex for maximum pleasure. your hand would fall to his chiseled chest and grind and bounce on his cock. jayce would finally feel his pressure build, expecting mel to rip it away from him, though the pleasure built and hit its peak, resulting in his astounding groans and whimpers. he stared up confused, eyebrows furrowed and face still contracted from the previous orgasm. both of you were quiet before mel whispers to you again and he watches your eyes glint turn from pleasure to a quick smile with a bitten lip, staring down into jayce's worn out figure. he would look up in disbelief.

"i want his shooting blanks, my love. until he is begging us to stop, since he cannot listen."

⭒ jayvik- (sfw)

jayvik are SO LOVEY. these two boys have always and will always show endless love to reader. their personalities match in a beautiful way, like a puzzle. jayce, as mentioned before, is extremely giving, always putting you and viktor first.

little times, like when the three of you are finally home and all three of you need a shower more than anything. jayce is the first to give up the hot water for the two of you. he doesn’t care how cold it gets, and if there was a time he preferred a hot shower, he’ll just grab viktor when you are in the shower and jump in with you. then it’s them messing up your calm shower to tickle and bite you playfully. there's not much showering happening all together.

viktor is a sweet but almost always sarcastic in his cute ways. his brain works on heavy reason and that will translate into the relationship between you and jayce. viktor will not let a day or night go by without a cuddle session, at least you and him but if possible with all three of you. something about the serotonin blah blah, some science-y stuff about how cuddling is fantastic way to relieve stress. that way when jayce and you poke at him for being so passionate about the cuddling, he can say it is for "science". (he just wants to cuddle)

(nsfw)

viktor is the dominate of the trio, but a soft dom. asking jayce to please you before letting the full episode transpire, or letting you take both viktor and jayce into your talented mouth one by one. he relishes in the way jayce looks when your giving him the pleasure of your mouth; his own mouth ajar as on of his arm hangs to cover his eyes, knowing if he looks down, it is over for him.

viktor absolutely loves when you are all three making love. when they have prepped you perfectly to take them both and when they do ease into you, the pain never truly falters the first few minutes. they are big guys. jayce with a thicker girth while viktor sores the sky with his length. they both hit your spot without much effort and while it is so very intense, the slow sensuality makes it an arousing experience. they are kind and true to your body, already four plus orgasms in. jayce usually takes his spot on the bottom to watch the beauty of his two lovers. viktor is jealous of his spot so they must switch. he also wants to see the readers breath-taking face along with jayce's fucked out expression. viktor does not mind being behind you either, so he can whisper in your ears about the beauty you bless him with every single day; how much he loves you in that thick accent you love so much.

"my gorgeous love, i love feeling you around me. you never fail to make us the happiest men in the planet."

jayce loves when the three of you are fighting for dominance and being humbled by viktor. (he loses on purpose since he loves being dommed by either of you). he especially loves when viktor teaches you how to torment him the most. viktor always being the master, made you throw in his towel at times and take the reins on him because he loves to pleasure the two of you all the time.  jayce's favorite memory, is when they two of were laying down as viktor had his way with the two of you and when you both finished, viktor was taken down to the bed by jayce and you both clung your mouths to him. your lips on his lips. viktor was taken back by the sudden switch, but would be lying if he said he didn't love the surprise.

his hands slide to take hold of your backs and feel you both slowly make your way down to his twitching erection. he moans when jayce is the first to lick up the prominent vein, viktor's head flying back with a light hiss. you slide a hand up and down his arm in comfort as your eyes never leave jayce's face, or mouth to be more specific. he had already started taking viktor's lengthy cock down until he could not any longer. you hand flies to jayce's hair, pushing it back to see his handsome face.

you would whisper the same sweet nothings to viktor as the pleasure takes over him. his eyes can't end the constant switch between you and jayce, eyes watery and pleading for more. you then bring yourself next to jayce and smile at him before up at viktor. jayce had a hard time stopping his menstruations on viktor but does as you stroke and lightly tease him. you give jayce a look which he understands immediately. in a quick moment, viktor is in immense pleasure; jayce is sucking hard between viktor's balls and you are chocking lightly on is length.

jayce has a quick moment of extreme gratitude, touching your sex from next to him: "i love you both, so so much.."

⭒ skyvik- (sfw)

sky and viktor together took a ton of work. sky needed to get over her everlasting fear of what her crush on viktor did to her; she struggled speaking to him, but nonetheless, viktor knew and felt the same way. he loved her, and when you come around, they loved you more than word could describe. they were both nervous to ask if you would be alright with being with the two of them, since they loved each other but you had thrown off what they were used to. neither of them knew much of polyamorous relationships, but knew they were willing to try when they met you.

viktor came to sky first, admitting that he felt feelings alike to how he felt for her, explaining that it did not change anything: he panicked at her silence and she was quick to calm his nerves, letting him know that she felt the same about you. when they finally came to you, you were relieved. you loved the both of them but could never could imagine choosing either one without the other.

sky was always timid, adorable and blushed for what seemed like years at the praise you and viktor would give her from days prior. sky would remember it all the time. viktor, however, would take the flirting or praise to heart, but always double it back to either of you. if the two of you tried to get viktor to blush just like sky would, he would end up making the two of you blush harder than a person ever could.

(nsfw)

with sky being so timid, sex was very fun for you and viktor at the beginning. she loved the sex, but could never make heavy eye contact, talk or uncover her face for more than two minutes, which made it was easy to tease her because of it. when the relationship gets more comfortable, sky really was hiding the true freak she was.

sky loves doing stuff to you, but loves it more when viktor would watch the two of you. she was in love with him for years, and seeing him have a hard time containing his need when watching the two of you go at it would send her hurdling towards her orgasms faster than anything that either you or viktor could actually do to her.  viktor knows she loves when he watches from her heavy eye contact with him when you two are not facing each other. she is vocal, but in ways that means she sprouts gibberish or incoherency's when she's in immense pleasure.

when you and her are alone, or in missionary, her eyes are all on you. she loves watching you when you're grinding into or onto her; how your face flushes. her eye contact is consistent and another one of her biggest turn-on's. sky absolutely loves when you are trying to keep your eyes open to stare at her stunning face but can't help but toss your head back or close your eyes because she feels so good to you.

"plea-se keep your eyes on me, i love you.. i love this."

"don't-t stop.. 'mgh"

viktor loves when all three of you are together for sex, initially when you ride him or his face and sky does the other. the pleasure is exceedingly overwhelming to him. his stomach flutters at every moan, whimper and whine; making the both of you feel good at the same time drives him crazy. he also always loves when you or sky are on the bottom, getting fucked by him while the other rides on the others face, or simply lays next to them, kissing, licking or touching. when he is alone with either of you, sex is not always in the conversation because the three of you know its better to wait until you are all together. if it does happen, he always makes it up to the other (meaning he fucks both of you).

when the three of you finish, he will have the two of you laying next to the other, sky already cuddled into your frame and falling into slumber. he puts both hands on both of you faces, cradling your features and rubbing comfort into your skin,

"the loves of my life."

"i have never felt so favored by the universe to have the two of you."

! re-blogs are appraised !

i am shadow-banned and have been for a minute :( hope this gets noticed for my loves that love mel, vik, jayce and sky!

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

The reception to this scene has always kind of bothered me cause the takes are missing the mark in my opinion. For a hot second I was agreeing with them but I just sat on the scene and realized mine was a knee jerk reaction.

Listen, after all the mind bending bullshit Jayce had to endure his mind is forever altered. I mean look at how he acts. He is seeing stuff, more aggressive and cold even towards people he holds close to heart like Mel and Caitlyn. Despite all the uncertainty his mind holds, his soul, his heart knows Mel. He knows her strength, her compassion. He sees her. As he stares into the unknown, Mel is the constant; the lure in the ocean, the markings on trees to find your way home. It’s in his bones, the admiration and the love. Let’s not take that away from them. That is beautiful.

Ps like I’ve been saying we have got to stop letting bad faith actors dictate the narrative. They went into every scene hating them and refused to give an ounce of nuance to anything but the fav they flanderized.

[notsofrozt]

So, for y'all "S2 Jayce meets S1 Viktor" hungry folks, here's a list of 5 of the bookmarks I've been collecting (for you specially @maiawhimsicalt) in no particular order and with no particular comentary, my braincells are on strike rn:

1. Of Memories and Tomorrows by Lieyantosh

Post-Season 2 Jayce and Season 1 Viktor, the grief of having lost your soulmate while having to look at his younger version who doesn’t even know you, the endless exhaustion of being a second-hand love and also science.

This fic has changed something in my I cannot describe, and if anyone here even remotely likes Arcane (or even if you don't know the series at all, it's that well written) y'all should read it right know.

You didn't hate me because of what my future self did,” Viktor said, feeling distinctly pathetic. There was a certain vulnerability in this, like he was opening up his ribcage for Jayce to see. “You hate me because I'm not him. Because you came back. And he didn't.”

2. the future came undone by Lieyantosh

Instead of appearing several months after the wild rune took him, Jayce lands in the past and decides to take out Viktor before he can turn into the monster he saw in the future.

This author is just *chef kiss*

3. intertwined, sewn together by lamoureg

Just as soon as the dance begins, it’s over.

In the silver, the faint mist rays of light, he can make out a face. One that’s achingly familiar, one he knows like the back of his hand, yet isn’t familiar with whatsoever. A man, bronze skin pallid and devoid of the life Viktor is so used to seeing. Shaggy dark hair hanging in curtains around his face — a face littered with cuts and bruises, stained with dirt and soot. Heavy set brows and eyes wide in shock.

Rather inappropriately, Viktor’s first thought is oh, fuck. And his second. And his third.

Because staring back at him is Jayce.

If you read this with Jinx and Ekko's song playing in the background you're going to cry.

4. You’re starting to look really weird by anónimo

Viktor lays awake, listening to the steady breathing beside him. The breathing of a man sleeping on his husband’s side of the bed, in his husband’s clothes, with his husband’s face, but who is most certainly not his husband.

This one has a very original concept: the reunion from Viktor's POV. Older Jayce got Ekko'd into his other self's body, so there's a stranger inhabiting his partner. It delves into that whole psychological horror aspect. I love it.

5. Stay Your Pretty Eyes On Course by Neibba

“I do not recall telling you my name.” Viktor stated matter-of-factly. “Yet you know it. Have we met?” Yes. Many times. Practically lived together inside their lab, but he couldn’t tell Viktor that. No, this Viktor had no idea who Jayce really was, and he intended on keeping it that way.

After the Hexcore collapsed, Jayce gets sent back to where it all started, the day he met Viktor, but Viktor seems to have no recollection of him. What happens when Jayce gets another chance, knowing what he knows now.

This author is a writing machine powered by glorious evolution and brainworms. I love this fic, its updated almost daily, and the way the relationship between the two of them develops is wonderful.

I have many, many more saved, especially one shots of S2!Jayce having all kinds of breakdown as soon as he sees S1!Viktor. I'll make another list later when deadlines aren't breathing on my neck.

I hope you like it!!!

[ginnvngagap]

no, Jayce Talis didn't mean "Viktor, your terminal illness and physical disability that causes you constant pain are fxcking awesome actually, you should totally enjoy them" he meant "Viktor, your terminal illness and psysical disability don't make you any less loveable and I never saw you as weak or pitiful because of them. in my eyes, you were always perfect."

I have a feeling this take stems from a fundamental misunderstanding of what internalized ableism (or bigotry in general) actually is.

as a personal example, I don't exactly agree with the autism as a superpower narrative, and I refuse to be ashamed of not being proud of every single aspect of my neurodivergence and mental illnesses. no, I don't want a cure, because it still defines me as a person, but if someone announced tomorrow that they can fix my autistic inertia, executive dysfunction or sensory problems with just a flip of a switch, I'd accept that in a heartbeat. not wanting to suffer is not the same as thinking I am worthless or lazy because of my neurodivergence.

as another example of internalized bigotry: I've seen a user on the bird app having to defend herself against people who insisted that thinking periods are gross and unpleasant to have is her hating her womanhood. but listen, I fxcking hate having a uterus. I hate that I can get pregnant (I have tokophobia), and I hate periods with a fiery passion (and mine aren't even that painful, I rarely have cramps and they always last around 5 days). I don't like how they feel, I don't like the pain, the mood swings, and yes, I find blood coming out of my vagina gross, especially when it includes those little chunks. it's just a very uncomfortable experience overall. this however doesn't mean that I think I should be treated as impure, or inferior. I don't think it's okay to treat me as if I'm an inherently irrational creature (although I'd argue that all humans are, but I digress) incapable of a single logical thought because of my cycle, and I don't feel ashamed of asking for a pad or a tampon, because it's a natural bodily function and no one should ever be shunned for it.

bigotry is a social construct, it's shame, discrimination, ostracization. it's the belief that certain ways of being are inherently shameful and should be purged from "civilized" society, because to the "correct" people, they aren't even human.

Viktor not wanting to die or be in pain isn't the problem, and Jayce has already demonstrated that the only thing he hates about those conditions is that he doesn't want to lose his partner and he doesn't want him to suffer. the problem is that Viktor believed his illness and disability made him inferior and unloveable. he wanted to fix himself not just because he didn't want to die or suffer, but because he was convinced he needed to achieve perfection in order to be loved and accepted, to be a worthy partner of Jayce.

but this kind of thinking is what leads to erasing everything that makes us human, that makes us unique. that was Viktor's greatest error, wanting so badly to transcend the human condition, he risked erasing human lives all together.

[cursedwretch]

What Lurks Beneath - Chapter 4

Viktor x AFAB!Reader; Word count: 7343 Words (oops); Rating 18+ MDNI

AO3 | Prev

CW: Some minor spice ahead! Pubic displays of affection, mentions of female anatomy, a smidge of soft dom!Viktor

I despise short-notice meetups. It’s my mantra as I fiddle with the buttons of my blouse, dread curling in my stomach while I change from my standard uniform into an outfit more bar appropriate. Shucking on my coat, I jog downstairs and out my door. I curl in on myself immediately, drawing my coat tight against the chilled air currently snaking its way down my spine. I would bail entirely there wasn’t the sole, simple reason I agreed to go in the first place:

Some monster inside me has grown used to Viktor’s sporadic presence in my life, and I find myself eager for the easy way out of this... void. I really should apologize. And I have tried. I just happen to chicken out. Repeatedly. Which is exactly how I found myself invited to this event in the first place earlier today.

I stand, hovering down the hall from the Hextech labs, trying to will my stubborn feet to move forward. Eyes affixed to the door. It’s Nathan greeting me that breaks the paralytic making its way through my bones.

“We’re going out for drinks tonight,” Nathan’s voice is leading, full of a promise I opt to ignore in favor of his next words, “Jayce will be there, Alisa—“

He rattles off more names, though I’ve stopped listening. I let him go on, watching the door at the end of the hall. It cracks open.

“Sure,” I interrupt.

His eyebrows fly up, “really? Great. I’ll pick you up?”

“I’ll meet you there,” my answering smile is tight-lipped. I hope the subtext is clear enough. He nods, opening his mouth to speak.

“Great, see you!” I turn on my heels, straining to maintain a dignified pace despite every muscle in my body wanting to bolt. Right then, right there.

It’s not a matter of pride. Honestly.

I just don’t want to face that again—that palpable disappointment. It makes my chest ache, a hollow and rotten sink worming its way through my heart. A tad overdramatic? Fine. Yes.

It had only been a few days. Still, Viktor strikes me as the kind of man with walls so high, any perceived slight would result in another being rebuilt and reinforced. Brick after brick until the only option left is to take a bulldozer to his heart just to get back to where you started.

Either way.

I truly, truly hate last minute events.

The bar itself is chock full, with a long, mostly empty table sitting towards the back. A touch out of place, considering the standing-room-only atmosphere throughout. I cringe as I make my way there.

Viktor is the first I spot—seated with his back to the entrance beside Jayce and a woman I distinctly recall being his date at the gala a short while ago. Jealously rears its ugly head, burning and wriggling a hole through my heart. I smile weakly at them as I follow Nathan, taking a seat toward the center, my back to the wall.

The rest of the party grows steadily as people filter in. Filled with strangers, and a few familiar faces peppered between. Sky, who shared a few of my ecology classes during my time as a student. A few colleagues from my department. Pupils of Heimerdinger’s.

I sip at my drink, watching the liquid swirl inside the glass as I listen to the conversations surrounding me. Content with eavesdropping, I stay quiet. Viktor does the same, though I avoid looking his way at all costs.

To my dismay, I can’t stay a voyeur forever.

“I hear you’re researching a restoration project? In the trenches?” It’s Nathan who asks, finally turning my way.

I shift in my seat, clearing my throat as I correct, “yes, in the Undercity.”

There’s a scoff at the other end of the table, though I don’t catch who it’s from as I take a deep swig from my drink. I can feel Viktor’s eyes on me, boring little holes along my skin. I don’t dare look over.

“Interesting,” Nathan leans in, “all hypothetical then?”

“Good luck cleaning up after the sump trash,” the same person mumbled from down the table. This time, I’m able to pick him out as he stares my way with a cruel grin. The man has a shock of white hair, and is quite over adorned, even for Piltover. Gold stacks of jewelry hang off of his fingers, long nails tipped in the very same. Not someone who works with his hands then. His eyes hold a challenging glint.

I take it, narrowing my own. I distantly recognize him as one of the sons of a merchant house, though I can’t recall the name. Relatively unimportant, then. And clearly not involved with the academy. Someone’s plus one.

Likely Nathan’s, judging by the familiar look he gives him: eyebrows raised, lips tight, a silent broadcast of ‘shut up’ across the table.

“No,” I cast one last cold glare in the direction before returning to Nathan, “I plan on following through.”

I give in, daring a glance towards the other end of the table. Jayce is bouncing between Viktor and I—expression oozing with concern. He sends a curt nod my way before he places a touch to Viktor’s arm, touch lingering there as he stands. Viktor swallows. He scratches his fork against the small plate before him.

“You won’t get funding,” comes another voice: Nysa Virellian. A former classmate of mine. Her words are measured and sure, naturally. Her family, owners and operators of a prominent trading fleet, have a vested interest in maintaining the status quo.

“I may. With the right angle,” I shrug.

Jayce heads to the other end of the long table, hand clapping down on the man from earlier’s shoulder. He speaks in low, hushed voice. I can tell by the receiver’s gulp, face flaring bright red, that it isn’t pleasant. With a harsh pat to their back he’s standing, coolly returning to his seat.

Emboldened, I continue, “it affects us too, you know.”

Another scoff.

I arch my brow, pointing to the picked over pastries scattering the table. “We use fish for fertilizer, you know. Degrading habitat mean less fish. Less fish, less wheat. Less cakes to stuff your face with.”

The table grows quiet. Admittedly, I’m being a bit preachy. But my fuse is short, and I don’t particularly feel like putting up with being picked over by near-strangers tonight like a carcass slaughtered for their entertainment alone.

“Not exactly a compelling argument. The are other sources for both wheat and fertilizer—we are a trade hub, after all,” Nysa brushes me off.

I sigh, deep and ragged.

Nathan pats my hand above the table as he speaks, “keep at it, you’re just getting back into the swing of things.”

Patronizing bastard.

Rage, white hot simmers up my throat, threatening to bubble out. It’d be too easy to turn that acid his way, he’d make such a large target for a few choice words. Too insecure, too advantageous. I swallow. I pull my hand away instead, placating him with a tight smile.

Leave it, my heart chants. And so, I do, taking the awkward lull as an opportunity to drain the dredges from my glass.

There’s that warmth again.

I glance up to find Viktor staring my way, eyes burning into mine with an otherwise blank face. I shift, holding his gaze, as the conversation picks up around us. Thankfully, they shift away to lighter topics. One thing is certain: no one in Piltover wants to talk about the Undercity for long. Jayce’s voice cuts our spell, sending us scattering to find fresh focuses as he previews the progress they’ve made with their research.

I wait. Until enough time passes to not be horribly obvious, I take the first opportunity available to slip away, eager to rid my lungs of the stagnant, perfumed air of the bar.

The alley provides just that. Cool, crisp. Dim but warmly lit, incandescent lights providing a warm glow throughout.

Clean.

So, shocking clean.

I’ve never noticed how clean our alleys were prior to my trips with Viktor. Until I saw how easy it is for a city to slip into disrepair and filth when the lack the basic resources for survival. Who sweeps a damned alley when survival means clawing your way through earth itself. Hopeful to find a something of worth for us up above. My stomach turns at the thought, signing. There are many things I haven’t noticed, it seems.

I close my eyes, arms wrapping my coat tighter to my skin. I’m debating leaving entirely as the door behind me cracks open. Footsteps let me know another has joined me.

I feel, more than see, Viktor step into my periphery.

“I have been meaning to talk to you,” he starts.

I swallow, sighing as I look to where the alley meets the street, away from him, “I don’t have the heart for any more debates tonight, Viktor.”

“Mh? No, no. That is not my intention.”

I turn towards him, taking him in.

His arms are crossed, expression guarded. Walls up. I note his cane—rested gently against the brick wall. Still feeling uncharacteristically stubborn, I wait. Let him be the first to speak.

“You were right,” he acquiesces. His mouth pulls into a little grimace that lets me know exactly how rarely he says those words. He continues, “I have no right to dictate where you can go.”

I blink. My own words escape me in an easy exhale, “at least we’re guilty of the same sin.”

His eyes crease, warm.

“For what it’s worth,” I frown, “I’m sorry, too, Viktor.”

His gaze falls away, fixating on something over my shoulder in the distance. I wonder if that was the wrong thing to say as he worries at his lip with his teeth.

“It is,” his voice is gentle as he trails off to find the right word, “unpleasant to be underestimated.”

He casts a glance back towards the bar door. My reply comes out in a hum, nothing more to add. He’s right. Uncomfortable doesn’t cover the half of how it feels. As I let the last of my guilt fester under my skin, he half-shuffles in place.

Another cold wind brushes past my neck, bringing a tantalizing, tempting little thought to the forefront of my mind. The drink giving me just enough confidence to follow through. “Speaking of research,” I smirk despite myself, “I’m heading back to the academy. Want to hear the latest?”

He nods, eyes positively alight. “Yes, although, perhaps, I was hoping—would you like to see our prototype?”

“Viktor, of course,” I laugh.

 ***

I catch him up on my research on the walk over, fighting back the utterly childish urge to go giddy at the way he listens. Eyes wide, fervently nodding at each development. When we finally reach the lab, Viktor fishes out a key, a soft smile as he holds the door open.

Stepping through, I let myself take it all in. For once. I’ve been here before, many times, though usually only ever on quick drop-ins between meetings. I’ve never bothered to look at the details.

It’s cleaner than one would expect, a long workbench lining the wall perpendicular to the door. Well, at least left side was utterly spotless. The other had books and notes and boxes scattered atop the workbench. Not messy, just lived-in. At the center of the room held a device—near identical to the prototype showcased the year prior at the Distinguished Innovators Competition. This one, however, appears to be slightly larger, now holding slots for multiple crystals in the chamber.

“This is terrible for your eyes, Viktor,” I tease. It was dark this time of night, only a little a light filtering through the central window.

He laughs, “I believe I can survive a little dark.”

He walks towards the device, elegant fingers plucking two of the crystals out of the slot, leaving just one. They’re placed gingerly in a box atop the table.

“We have successfully localized the effects,” he explains as I join him, standing at his side, “and can, effectively, control the velocity and distance of transportation.”

He turns down one of the nobs with one hand, fiddling with a sequence of runes with the other. I lean in, watching carefully. He moves with a practiced ease. Turning towards me, he asks, “Ready?”

I let out a soft yes, and watch as the device sparks to life, pulling the very breath from my lungs.

Viktor watches with a cheeky grin. He plucks a screw from his pocket, tapping it through the air. There’s a shock of blue light, and it lands on the floor three feet ahead with a rattling clink.

“How does it work?” I step forward, rounding the device to see it from the side.

“Theoretically, the runes open a path as the very fabric of existence folds in. Letting the object slip through,” he turns the nob up a hair and I find myself feeling a little lighter. He sends another screw through, this one landing against the door with a plink.

“Wow.”

He beams, turning the machine off with a shrug. The picture of faux nonchalance. His eyes scan the blackboard across the room as he speaks, “there is still much to figure out—augmenting payloads, for example...”

I watch as he trails off, a kernel of a thought sparking behind his eyes. He staggers forward to the blackboard, scribbling corrections to the long equation across it. I follow, pulling up a chair to watch as he works.

Moments stretch into minutes and, brilliance aside, playing the voyeur to the genius can only stay entertaining for so long. As my eyes rake across his form shamelessly, my thoughts turn from vague investment to something far more interesting. The slope of his shoulders—all lean muscle with a vague indication of an angular blade, sharp and pleasing peeking from beneath his shirt. I imagine how it would feel beneath my fingertips. Better still, my lips.

I cough, sputtering. Thankfully, my reeling goes unnoticed as he mulls his problem, tapping the chalk against his mouth, a white mark left in its wake just beside his mole. Hesitant to leave, I curl up, pulling out my own notebook to work. Greedy.

We stay like this for quite some time. It’s comforting. The room silent save for the occasional hum, the rare rustle of the other shifting, both lost in thought. It isn’t until my eyelids start drooping that I decide to take my leave.

“Vik,” I yawn, “I’m going to head out.”

He comes back to his body with a hushed ah, standing a little straighter as he turns back my way. His cheeks flush. “My apologies,” he clears his throat, “I have a bad habit of losing myself.”

I shake my head, smiling as I crack the door open. “No need. It was nice, Viktor.”

As I step out he calls my name, eyes warm as he watches me go with a gentle, “goodnight.”

It becomes a ritual of ours over the next few weeks. Not every night, but most. At first, he comes to collect me, dropping by my lab after the academy halls have grown quiet.

“At the very least, come work where there is a little comfort,” he urges.

He does have a couch. One that I’m positive Jayce insisted they procure after one too many late nights spent in the lab. I don’t point out the irony. Instead, I follow.

Most nights, I find my way there on my own as the sun sets. With my journals and materials in tow, I curl up, making a little home atop that very couch.

Tonight, he sits in front of the window, the warm glow of the sun highlighting the edges of his hair, liquid gold streaming into the room. His fingers twirl at the hair behind his ear, long legs elegantly crossed—an ankle atop his braced knee.

The echo of his partner fill the room in errant scraps of paper and discarded coffee mugs, though our paths seldom cross.

“Doesn’t Jayce ever work late?” I ask.

“Eh, Jayce is usually quite good at keeping a healthy schedule.” There’s no hint of judgment or resentment there. Only a quiet understanding and that ever-present undercurrent of admiration.

My pen taps against the page.

“Did you two ever..?” I start, wincing as the words exit my mouth.

Viktor straightens a little, turning to look at me. “Date? Yes,” he says, matter-of-fact.

“Didn’t work out?”

“Eh, that depends entirely on how you define ‘working out,’” he shrugs, shifting his notebook to his lap to write as we speak.

I blink at him from across the room, completely at a loss for what to say.

He continues, “eh, it was short lived. When we first started working together. We quickly discovered we wanted different things and our research was too important to risk.”

I hum, skeptical, “that’s rather rational.”

He looks up at me, eyes guarded as he speaks, “he is my partner, our relationship is not something I’d jeopardize willingly.”

Noted. It’s a fair statement but one laced with a hint of warning. I’m not sure of what, exactly.

I cross my legs, head tilting as I continue to poke the proverbial bee’s nest, “no friends with benefits, then?”

Viktor scoffs, smirking as he returns to his notes, “no, Jayce cannot handle something like that. Cleaner to stay partners.”

“And you can?” My brow arches, “handle it, I mean.”

“Yes,” he says, voice smooth and confident, not even bothering to up from the page. So he had then. Maybe does still? As if clairvoyant, his pen pauses against the page as the cogs whir in his mind, clarifying, “not that I have for quite some time.”

I chew on my lip. Interesting.

***

Our steady ritual proves to be the most productive I’ve been in my life to date. Something about the quiet warmth of another while I work, freeing my mind of that constant need to be present, on guard. Safety. I wonder if Viktor feels the same.

Still, it can only do so much. I hit a wall with my research. Humming, I tap my pen against my notes. It’s the third night I find myself stuck on this problem: Tetrachromis fluviatilis, more commonly known as Shimmercale. A clear keystone in the Pilt with a population on a steady decline. Despite more than enough food to eat. No disease present. No reason to poach them. They simply... vanish.

There’s little impact my work can have without understanding the cause.

My eyes float up to Viktor, who is hunched over the workbench once more. A half-constructed model plane lays on the table. One arm curls around his chest, fingers prodding at his shoulder as he rotates it in the socket.

A quiet wince has me standing up, walking over.

I press my hand to the nape of his neck, warm beneath my fingertips. He stills, looking up at me.

“Shh,” I coo, turning his head to face forward, as I replace the hand at his shoulder with my own.

“What are— ah,” he lets out a soft noise as my thumbs connect with his shoulder, smoothing out the knots in his muscle with a light touch. His sigh is stilted.

“This ok?” I breathe.

He nods, his voice tight, “Yes.”

I continue, pressing a little deeper, drinking in every little response. Once-taught muscles relax, turning him into putty in my hands. His neck hangs forward, giving me better access, as his breathing picks up.

I can feel the faint vibration of the hushed, rumbling groan that slips from his lips.

We both still. Just for a moment.

I let out a satisfied hum, and leans back, head tilting up until the back of his head rests against my stomach. His eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded as he watches me. I press my thumb into the space where his neck and shoulder meet, and his breath hitches, arching towards my touch. Another ragged gasp is tears from his throat as I repeat the motion, my other hand dipping forward, tracing the hint of collarbone poking out from beneath his shirt. With a hungry gaze, I watch his lips. Softly parted, panting. Like a man starved, desperate for air.

Oxygen.

My hands still.

He blinks, eyebrows pinch together.

“Air,” I hiss, letting him go.

His whine is downright pained as he watches me rush to grab my notebook, bringing it over to the bench. I scramble into the chair beside him, rambling. “They’re dying out. I haven’t been able to figure out why but—it’s oxygen, Viktor.”

The confusion melts away as I speak, eyes lighting up. He leans in, his hand coming to rest along the back of my chair as he reads over my shoulder. I feel the warmth of him enveloping me. It feels right. I rifle through the pages, pausing to tap at the diagram I was searching for.

“They host a type of plankton in their gills. They convert the ammonia in the waters into air, but,” I flip through the pages of my notebook, “see, here. They thrive off of these minerals—which are in excess thanks to all the runoff. The population density rises, as does the byproducts. They’re getting oxygen poisoning.”

He blinks, worrying at his lip, “and reducing runoff would fix this?”

I nod, fervently. “Yes, although that’s rather unlikely. However, there are ways to mitigate it.”

I continue scribbling notes, feeling him watch with keen interest. The time stretches on until, eventually, his head bobs forward. Forehead hitting my shoulder and snapping up again. I turn to see him blinking away the exhaustion. As if watching me write was worth it.

 I smile, “c‘mon, get up.”

He looks up at me blearily, but follows my guidance without a word, letting my lead him with a hand against his back until he’s slumping down onto the couch. His legs stretch out with an automatic yawn before tensing—face pulling into a grimace as his eyes flutter closed. I run my fingers through his hair once, watching the tension melt from his face. Greedy.

“Goodnight,” I whisper, pulling the spare blanket draped across the back of the couch over him.

***

We don’t see each other over the next few days, both buckling down on our own preparations for the symposium. It isn’t discussed. But, the tacit, unspoken understanding is there nonetheless.

On the first night of the weeklong affair, the hallways of the main building of the academy are stuffed to the brim with scholars and scientists. Posters line the edges of the halls—graphs and images, findings from just about any study one could imagine. I fight my way through the thick crowd, keen on nabbing a spot in the back of the auditorium where Jayce and Viktor are scheduled to speak.

Eventually, I succeed. Watching with bated breath as the lights dim, leaving only the stage illuminated. The crowd quiets to a dim murmur as Jayce takes the stage. It’s busier than I anticipated, the rare socialite and politician seated amongst the throngs of scientists.

They certainly brought a crowd.

Predictably, Jayce does the speaking. In fact, I can’t see Viktor at all on the stage. I frown. Eyes scanning the wings for him as Jayce recites the words Viktor had written on previous nights. There are a few modifications here and there but, predominantly, untouched. Save for one part:

Jayce’s voice booms out over the crowd, confident and steady as his walks to the prototype, his speech drawing to a close. He gives an easy smile as he says, “I present the next step in Hextech’s future.”

With a press of the button, the crowd hushes to complete  silence as the air in the center of the stage electrifies. A blue glow fills the auditorium. From the podium, Jayce collects a familiar model plane—Viktor’s, from the night previous—and tosses it through.

It vanishes.

The audience murmurs, questions floating through the crowd.

It’s a voice behind us that answers. Lilting, a little uneven, but with an unexpected air of confidence. “As you can see,” he holds up the model plane, “with this, we are one step closer to becoming the center of trade across all of runeterra.”

The little magician.

He beams up at Jayce, and I laugh as the crowd absolutely loses it. Applause thunders through the room as Jayce steps down from the stage, making his way towards his partner as the poor man is quickly enveloped by dozens of scientists—undoubtedly peppering him with questions. It’s nice. Seeing him be the center of the attention for once. Judging by the warm smile touching Jayce’s eyes, he thinks so as well.

I slip through the crowd towards the exit, craning to catch Viktor’s attention through the cracks of the crowd. Somehow, I succeed, honeyed eyes shining into mine as I mouth well done. His answering glance is part proud, part petrified.  Satiated, I slip out the door.

***

My own presentation, a slot secured by Heimerdinger both to my relief and chagrin, is in a much smaller auditorium on the last day of the symposium. Thank the gods. A short speech to summarize and, hopefully, intrigue investors. Terrifying nonetheless. I pick at the skin around my nails as I run over my cards for the 50th time today from the wings.

As the speaker before me finishes, I stumble forward to the podium.

It’s bizarre distilling down mountains of research into a ten-minute talk. I operate on autopilot alone. It goes by faster than I imagine, and I’m finishing the last of my well-rehearsed words. The applause is subdued as I take my leave. I’m distantly aware of Haynes fuming from his seat in the front row. Heimer is there, as well, with a satisfied look gracing his features. He’s proud, I realize. I must have done well enough, then.

I nod his way as I step down, walking along the wall of the auditorium as the next speaker takes the stage. Towards the back, I see Viktor and Jayce leaning against the wall. Jayce leans to whisper something into his partner’s ear, his right hand squarely resting on Viktor’s back. I resist the urge to fiddle with my top as I approach.

Viktor murmurs my name, “you did well.”

Jayce’s hand slides from Viktor’s back to shake mine, “you’ll have no trouble securing funding at tonight’s party.” Before I can reply, he gives Viktor an overt look, knowing and coy, as he steps back, “I’ll see you there.”

Viktor gawks back at him, annoyance written across his face clear as day.

“Thanks,” I mutter, bringing Viktor’s attention back to me.

He shifts, nodding. “Will we? See you there.“

“If I can get changed in time, yes,” I laugh. There was plenty of time. I should have just said yes. I dig the toe of my shoe into the carpet.

“Good,” his eyes slide around the room as he leans in to whisper, “we’ll introduce you to some of our investors.”

Part of me wants to deny him, say I can network just fine without the support, thank you.

“I know,” he says, ever the mind-reader, “however, you’ll do well to remember: you have an uphill battle. And, to be honest, you’ll find some of our investors less likely to be scared off by your choice of locale.”

I swallow. Right. Investors of his must have been able to make peace with his own background, though his work was much more tantalizing. A different circumstance entirely.

“You have the backing of multiple counselors,” I cock my brow at him.

“As will you,” his smirk is downright filthy as he speaks, “go, get dressed.”

I gulp.

***

The ballroom is elegant and frankly overwhelming. I blink up at the chandeliers littering the ceiling, filling the room with a warm, intimate glow. The crowd, however, is anything but intimate. So many people are stuffed in this single room I find myself asking if this really was invite only as the hosts claimed.

Nonetheless, Nathan is quick to find me. Coming stand at my side, I imagine he’s eager to use me as an excuse to rub elbows with Piltover’s finest. He presses a chaste kiss to my cheek, “your speech was good.”

“Thanks,” I say, resisting the urge to wince. I can’t say I attended his.

I fetch a glass of wine from one of the servers as they pass. Nathan’s fills the dead air, droning on about the different talks he attended, who he’s met, who might give him funding. I half-listen, scanning the room for a familiar face.

It’s not a face that I find, but a familiar mop of wavy hair instead. My breath catches as I take him in. Oh I really would like to scream. He’s traded his usual uniform for a suit: black as night and perfectly tailored. Gold piping lines the seams, highlighting just how lithe he really is. A burgundy collar pops out from beneath his jacket. He looks dark, dangerous.

The rotten, malformed part of me chants delectable.

He turns, eyes catching mine and, a moth to flame, I float forward. I’m vaguely aware Nathan is following. Judging by the way his eyes ice over as he spot my companion, Viktor is too. This won’t do. Viktor walks toward me, meeting us in the middle. Thankfully, he is in fine company, meaning Nathan quickly extricates himself from my side to chat with one of the councilors. Not even bothering to greet Viktor, who stared daggers at his retreating back.

Viktor turns towards me, eyes raking down my form before looking back towards the group. He mouth quirks down, “your date?”

“No,” I breathe, “I came alone.”

His mouth twitches, but he schools his feature into a neutral position. “I see.”

I imagine I look much like a fish out of water, mouth gaping and working to reclaim the air that seems to have left my lungs. “You look good,” I finally manage.

There’s another quirk of his lip threatening to betray him before he turns, holding his arm out. I take it. Of course I take it. He’s warm beneath my fingers.

He leans down, whispering in my ear. “I believe I promised some introductions.”

I nod, looking up at him. I brush my hair behind my ear on instinct. He lets out a short, low laugh and my heart picks up. Turning towards the group, he points against the ground with his cane—a tap to the right. My eyes follow.

I feel his breath ghost along my skin as he dips down to speak once more, voice low and dangerous, “Silas Thorne, one of our early adopters. A bit of a skeptical man; but, ultimately a fine topsider.”

I nod, taking it in. As best as possible, at least. I huff a laugh at the slip of the term topsider. An insult rarely uttered in Piltover.

“House Kiramman, as you are aware. You’ll find an ally in Cassandra,” he continues, his lips brushing my skin as he speaks, “To the left, Holloran.. Mh, not worth your time.”

My breath is drawn from my lungs as he continues rattling off names. I blink, nodding, until he peels back at last.

He looks down at me, mouth pulled into a wicked grin.

“I’ll admit, I didn’t have you pegged as so socially adept,” I say.

His eyes crease, head tilting as he shrugs. “Eh, for me, it’s a matter of survival. Or, was. Before Jayce and Hextech.”

I swallow, frowning.

So much laid bare in just a few words. Despite everything, it is far too easy to forget what he’s been through. What he’s had to tolerate to get where he is. And to say it so readily, the picture of nonchalance. As if it’s just another basic fact of life. I’m still reeling as he asks, “ready?”

My dress suddenly feels much too tight. Seams clinging against my ribs keeping the air from my lungs. I blink, looking up at Viktor as I nod, “sure.”

His hand finds the small of my back; his touch a warm, soothing balm on my stuttering heart.

He leads me to Cassandra’s side first, easily slotting into the group as he introduces us.

Her eyes light up, putting pieces of some unspoken puzzle together as she shakes my hand, “Jayce tells me have a rather interesting project. Habitat restoration of the river Pilt?”

“In the distributaries in the undercity, yes. Though I hope to renew the Pilt itself one day, perhaps.”

This seems to please her, her chin tilting up as she smiles, “your research is actionable, then.”

I nod. I’m fairly certain I look like a bobble head.

“Have you secured funding yet?”

“Not quite,” I chew at my lip, shifting my weight to my other foot. My shoulder brushes against Viktor’s chest. It’s steadying.

He gaze is shrewd as she asks, “tell me. Why the undercity?”

I stick to my canned argument, citing the economic benefits for Piltover—trade, fishing, health. She takes it in, with a look that says she can already read the subtext written beneath every page: to help, to do something worthwhile for the betterment of us all.

These conversations repeat throughout the night. A monotonous refrain of the same questions. How interesting, why the undercity? Who is financing? Why there? Somewhere along the evening Viktor has drifted away, standing beside Jayce as they speak with Heimerdinger. He listens to them speak, a gentle curve to his eyes as he looks down at the Yordle.

When the conversation with my last magnate of the evening has grown stale, I gracefully make my exit. Eager to join my friend’s side.

Nathan, however, stops me with a hand at my shoulder. I suppress the instinct to sigh, facing him.

“You’re the popular girl tonight,” he smirks.

My stomach turns. I give him a tight-lipped smile, “hardly.”

He presses forward, invading my space, “have I told you how gorgeous you are tonight?”

I look away as I mutter, “thanks.”

While we had dated on rare occasions, my interest in him waned as it became clear that it would never delve into anything more interesting than superficial sex and the occasional date for social events. Nothing particularly worth going back for. I thought we’d had a tacit agreement on this. However, it appears I am wrong.

I glance over to Viktor, who watches the exchange with a ferocity that was utterly rare. His upper lip curls, narrowed eyes looking at us from beneath stark brows. As his eyes land on me, they burn. Annoyance mixed with something else. My breath hitches.

Nathan, it seems, misinterprets this entirely. Catching me by the elbow, he leans in to whisper, “how about we get out of here?”

I choke.

Viktor shifts more of his weight to his cane, head tilting back as he stares.

“No,” I stutter, “I, ah.. No. Sorry.”

I don’t look back as I walk off, face flaring up. Undignified. I’ll blame the drink later, should it come up.

Like gravity, I’m pulled to Viktor’s orbit. He smirks, wicked and cruel as he glares past my shoulder as I approach. There’s a glint to his amber eyes and my mouth runs dry as he muses, “hm, I almost feel bad for him.”

I gape, floundering. Utterly thrown by this fresh side of him. I can feel the heat from his gaze as he waits for me to reply.

Nothing worthwhile comes to mind as I croak, “almost?”

His stare is knowing, but he chooses to ignore my reply. I note a flush on his skin as he sets his emptied glass down, leaning in, and I’m keenly aware that whatever his next words are, they will be my damnation.

I’m saved by Cassandra’s hand atop my shoulder. I turn, letting out a shaky exhale as I greet her once more.

Her elegant hands pass me a card as she cuts right to the heart of it, “I’d like to sponsor you,” she says, certainly not one for mincing words, “Let’s arrange some time to speak over tea. Soon.”

It’s exceptionally jarring, considering.

I feel Viktor’s chest at my back as he peers over my shoulder. A little off-kilter, and less-than-dignified. Nosy. Certainly the wine, then. I swallow, taking the card from her hands. One side holds her family emblem foiled in gold, the other a pneumatic code.

I nod, “yes, yes of course. I’ll be in touch.”

She gives another smile, nodding to Viktor as well before taking her leave.

My head thoroughly spins. Between the wine and the complete, utter whiplash of the last few minutes, it’s all far too much.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” I croak.

Viktor smirks at me in a way that screams, ‘you won’t die, you dramatic girl.’ Charitably, however, he does not voice it. Instead opting to loop his arm through mine as he speaks lowly, “let’s get some air, hm?”

I follow, clutching to his arm like my own personal lifeline. He leads me out the banquet hall, to a hall equally as grand. Tall windows line the entire exterior wall, each tucked into an alcove. To the right lays the exit. We take the left. Towards the end of the hall, he guides me into an alcove, hand sliding from my skin to unlatch the window, cracking it open.

The air is crisp, grounding. Moreso are has hands finding their way to my shoulders, thumbs drawing an idle path to sooth my stumbling pulse.

“She wants to sponsor me,” I breathe at last.

He beams down at me, “yes. I anticipate more will follow.”

I rub my face, “one is more than enough, gods, Viktor, I—“ I swallow, looking up at him, “thank you.”

His mouth parts, brows pinching. “No need, you did—“

“Viktor,” I urge, “let me give you the credit you’re due.”

That seems to strike a chord. His brows raise, and he swallows thickly. Nodding, hesitant as he whispers, “you’re welcome.”

His hands find a strand of my hair, twirling it with his fingers as I so often see him do to his own as he works. There’s a far off look in his eye as he stares at the motion. He swallows, coming back to me with a slight nod of his head. An answer to some unspoken question.

“You did well,” he says at last, amber eyes glinting before falling to my mouth.

He takes a step closer.

“You did, too,” I exhale, “I never got to say.”

He lets out a gentle huff of a laugh, “I said a single line.”

He watches me carefully, looking for any sign of hesitation as he steps closer, closing the gap. He smells of tea and aluminum and him. My heart races, every nerve standing on end.

“Viktor,” I say. Not a warning, but a prayer.

One he hears.

He swallows, harsh and hard as his head dips down, pressing my back against the alcove wall. He halts, lips hovering above mine as our breath mixes in the gap between, letting out a whisper of my name. I gasp it in like air. I could subsist off my name on his lips alone.

His hand slides up from my shoulder, ghosting along my collarbone, my neck, my jaw—until my face is nestled securely within the palm of his hand. He swipes at my cheekbone with his thumb, tilting my head back.

I let out a noise—strangled and sharp and desperate. Once honeyed eyes are now blown black, fluttering closed as he dips down until I can just, just feel the warmth of his lips. I crane my head, chasing after it.

His hand at my neck holds me put. Letting out a ragged breath, pressing every inch of his body against mine.  It’s not nearly enough.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for quite some time,” he muses, voice far too even for my liking.

A thumb swipes across my lower lip, and I shudder. Another shaky breath against my skin—whisky and wine and want—before he’s closing the gap. Pulling me into a kiss so searing I’m sure I’ll burn up right then and there.

I whine into his mouth, and I am rewarded with hands falling to my hips, pulling me sharply against him. My own hands tangle into the soft curls of his hair and I could cry. I tug, pulling his mouth off mine. He pants, looking down at me with wild eyes.

“As good as you imagined?” I smirk.

He groans, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of my mouth, “better.”

I gasp as he pressing another searing kiss along the bend of my jaw, stopping at the juncture. “Like honey.”

His leg slots between mine, pulling me against his thigh as he presses his lips against my ear. “I wonder where else you taste so sweet, hm?”

I whine, my fingers scrambling for purchase in his jacket and hair. Teeth nip at my ear, tongue darting out to sooth at my skin before he whispers, “you must be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, a frantic little motion. He lets out a rumbling laugh as his lips trail down my neck. I shudder with each kiss. He mouths at the juncture of my neck, and I bite back a moan, hips rolling against his thigh instinctively. Desperate for friction. His thumb is sharp against my hipbone, pulling me down harder.

“Good girl,” he smiles against my skin. His hand trails down my neck, to my collarbone, down to the edge of my neckline—gliding along the seam, finding their way back up to the strap. A calculated flick and it’s falling down my shoulder.

He chases after with his mouth, guiding my hips to roll against him as the cup of my dress slips downward. He mouths at every inch of the newly exposed skin. The crest of my breast, the soft dip between. My head swims, eyes fluttering closed. The feel of his soft hair the only thing left tethering me to this plane. A thumb brushes across my nipple, followed by his tongue. I gasp, and he stills.

My eyes blink open as I pant down at him, watching. Rapt. Judging by the sinful smile he gives me, he’s well aware the picture he paints below—wild hair tangled between my fingers, his lips wrapped around the peak of my breast.

“Quiet,” he reminds me, hand rising to press flat against my lips. I whine, grateful, nodding.

Distant laughter stops him, he lets out a sigh as he stands, chest pressing to mine. His hand rights my dress as his arm comes to rest against the wall. Propping himself up.

I roll my hips, shamelessly in search of friction.

He smirks, dipping down to whisper, “mh, you’re desperate, aren’t you? You want me to touch you right here in this hall?”

I shudder, “please.”

His laugh is low and sinful, heat coiling in my core as his fingernails rake down my thigh.

“Not here,” he purrs, “not like this.”

It’s full of promise.

A familiar voice calls our names from the other end of the hall. Heimerdinger’s. And it’s a bucket of ice water across us both. He groans against my ear before standing, leaning to grab his cane from its resting spot against the window.

“More benefactors,” he says with a lopsided grin, breath still uneven.

I let out a soft laugh as my hands glide up to fuss at his collar, smoothing it down in place beneath his jacket. His eyes are gentle as his own fingers card along my hair, righting it. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, whispering, “come, let’s go.”

A/N: Viktor kinda (really) fucks, y'all. And really likes parallel play apparently lol. I'm a little proud of the somewhat dubious science in this once, tbh.

[munsonsmixtapes]

hii can i request a hurt/comfort fic where viktor gets injured during one of his experiments and reader (gn) tends to his wounds, and generally takes care of him?

maybe theyre strong and muscular and carry vik when he's too injured to walk? and vik gets really upset, feels weak, so the reader comforts him, reassuring him that he's still strong?

cw: hurt/comfort

You sit in the lab with Viktor as he works on yet another experiment. It started out as just not wanting to leave him alone in case something went wrong, but you’ve grown to enjoy his company even though he’s a man of few words. You know he likes to listen to you talk so always come prepared with a topic that you’ve done a lot of research on so you can tell him about it as he works.

He’d never tell you, but he’s actually grown quite fond of you. He likes when you bring him his favorite drink or a book you think he might enjoy. He even likes when you carry him when his leg is acting up even when he claims that he doesn’t.

He says it makes him feel helpless but he secretly loves the way your arms wrap around him, how his head fits perfectly against your shoulder when he starts to feel weak and tired. It’s actually his favorite thing because in his arms, he knows he’s safe.

Even though he tries to hide it, you know exactly how Viktor feels about you. It’s clear in the way that he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. The way Jayce says that he talks about you when you’re not around.

You’re more observant than he gives you credit for and you’re not sure why he tries so hard to deny his feelings. It doesn’t make him weak to have a crush. You’ve actually come so close to just telling him yourself, but you feel like you’re pushing the boundaries. Your friendship works so well and even though you’d love for him to be your boyfriend, you’re just not so sure that it’s in the cards.

He always claims that he doesn’t want anything romantic and even though it hurts every time he says it, you can’t help but understand. People don’t often get him the way that you and Jayce do and sometimes you actually kind of like that because you selfishly want him all to yourself.

Viktor’s at his desk, his back towards you as you read one of the books he was generous to let you borrow. He’s working on something for Hextech and won’t tell you what it is, not like you’d understand anyway. He’s using a screwdriver even though you both know he’s not supposed to since it’s easy for him to lose grip on things but Jayce isn’t there so what does it matter?

It doesn’t matter until you hear the screwdriver clatter to the floor and Viktor reaching for his cane to stand up, but you’re quick to scoop him up in your arms and carry him to the bathroom the second you spot blood oozing out of his hand.

You hold him up with one hand and use the other to help him rinse his hand in the sink in the bathroom that’s connected to the lab. Viktor should be upset by this, but he’s not, he’s eating it up, in fact. He wants to be close to you.

“I don’t need help,” he tells you as he turns off the water and shakes his hands off into the sink before turning-well, attempting to turn towards you but his leg gives out immediately. You’re quick to catch him as a laugh falls from your lips and he hates how pretty it sounds because it makes him fall even harder for you. Literally, apparently.

“Clearly you do. Now come on, Mr. Grumpy, let’s get you patched up.” You help him back into the lab and he rolls his eyes as you sit him on his desk, trying his best to seem annoyed when you turn away to grab the first aid kit you always keep on hand.

“I’m not grumpy,” he huffs. “I’m strong. I’m capable.” You know that to be true and are refraining from telling him that you do all of those things just to be close to him, but because you think he’s incapable.

He’s very strong and you don’t know why he would think he isn’t. Just because his leg doesn’t work properly and he has to walk with a cane doesn’t make him any less so. You tell him this all the time and you’re wondering when he’s finally going to believe you.

“No one said you weren’t, darling,” you reply and he’s glad your have your back still turned because his cheeks are burning at your term of endearment. “Now let me see that hand, baby.” He reluctantly flips his hand over and you take it in yours once you turn it around and press some gauze against it before wrapping it up like you’ve done so many times before because of all the fights you’ve been in.

“You’re strong,” you tell him and he scoffs. “You are,” you put your hand on your hips after you’ve finished tending to his wound. “I watched you carry all of that heavy equipment down the hall the other day with one arm. Not many people can do that. Maybe you’re not as physically strong as me or Jayce. But you make up for that in emotional strength.You’re so strong in that way, Viktor. A lot of people would just feel bad about themselves if they were in your condition, but not you. You’re so confident in yourself and love that about you. I-I love you.”

“You love me?” He knows he should be focusing on your compliments, but he can’t. Not when you’ve dropped a confession such as loving him onto him. It’s all he can think about.

“I do,” you reply and he’s quick to pull you to his chest, spreading his legs so you fit between them. “See?” You laugh. “You’re my big strong man. Now give me some sugar.” He’s smiling now, the first time you’ve ever seen it as his lips press against yours. Your arms wrap around his waist as his wrap around your neck.

It’s everything he could have ever asked for. Your lips are soft and sweet just like you and he’s sure that he could stay like this forever. And that’s exactly what he plans to do as long as you’ll let him.

[nyxsedai]

under the water

Pairing: Counselor!Sevika x Assistant!Reader

Summary: When Sevika's eyes catches your frame across the lit up circle of the Council, the air stills and it evades her lungs. Everything that was, changes in some degree, and nothing can be done for the lack of words that turmoil until they're a river of it, flowing nonstop, all about you.

WC: 4k words.

☆。*。☆。

Under the water alone I pray for calmer seas…

To Sevika, most conversation ended in one of either paths—uncomfortable, or annoying. She hated it. The less there were of it, the better; it’s a wonder and a half she ended up where she is now. In this ridiculously high chair, surrounded by people who loved words. Loved talking. Indulged, thriving in the sound of their own voices.

What am I doing here? she was thinking. It’d been only the beginning of the meeting and although she was more of an observer and “pot stirrer” as Counselor Jayce liked calling her one time, Sevika was here. She cared about that.

This was a place of position, and she learned long ago to respect those.

At first, she’d been at a loss. In under a week, she understood she needed to know and be a step ahead to be in the same wavelength as these other folk. Sevika learned about them. She brought her own notes, which she busied herself with quite often, and listened to Salo trying to sound as he did nowadays—knowledgeable and less prejudiced, but what Sevika had been thinking of regarding the old man slips away when, without meaning to, her eyes realize—

Behind Medarda.

Sevika had been so busy with everything going on inside the circle that her senses escaped the outskirts of it, and there, almost as if bathed by the low veil of darkness that stretches behind every chair, there was a figure. Someone whose notepad glimmered in gold, matching the bracelets adoring the wrists.

It’s the gold that catches her eyes, she realizes.

Sevika’s drawn by sparkling, beautiful things as much as the next person—which is to say, she loved when something seemed like it had a natural, beautiful glow.

Until this day she recalled seeing the Blue Morpho swimming on the edge of what used to be the Downside River. The glow in the wings, resembling the neon lights of the street but somehow prettier—Sevika stayed there for hours at end, and she would stay here too, now.

Because…

well, aren’t you a sight?

A sight. Sevika’s eyes work on their own accord, drinking every inch in. From the sparkling notepad to the shoes, the legs, the middle, the arms, the all of it.

The temperature in the room stops being what it once was.

Being a woman of very few words meant this: when Sevika found herself without a single one to spare—without even the start of a syllable forming in the back of her mind or finding its way to the tip of her tongue, everything stopped.

Then, it kind of spinned.

And when she saw you, it did.

There used to be things running her through her mind, a tree of connected talks and concerns regarding Zaun and Piltover, the people that counted on these hard heads making somewhat decent decisions, and here she was, with her neck stiff.

Sevika first laid eyes on you in the middle of a meeting, without intention or notice, and you noticed.

Why is she looking back at me?

The temperature was no longer the same, and neither was the curiosity in her mind. That had already taken a life of its own.

Such pretty eyes. Such a pretty mouth.

There—those are words. Too bad they’re the inappropriate and addictive kind, and they make her feel her lips dry.

Then, you turned away, took notes on a piece of paper you held in your arms, and she was forced to confront the notion that it was you, not your eyes that had a certain—power.

Who is this?

The notion of how to make a sense of more than just a few words — such pretty eyes… such a pretty mouth being the only ones — and realize the discussion is still happening only appeared after what felt like an eternity. She stood there in the same pose; the only sign of life being her fingers twirling her pen, over, around, under, then again.

In those spare seconds where she managed to fit a small cut of an eternity, Sevika did something else she thought to be an art long gone from her body and already lost in her sea of things that left to never return:

Cataloging a body. Analyzing the traces and curves, shaped by the way the light hits and how the fabrics picked out by you — cashmere and silk, she dared guessing — and how it all hugged your body.

Apparently, it’s one of those things you never unlearn: Bike riding, cooking a dish, checked someone out.

The reason why her eyes found your frame in the first place sat in front of you—Councilor Medarda, a consultant to this circle, was the person to whom you leaned in and whispered something after finishing your notes.

That meant you had to be the Apprentice mentioned by Medarda as the mediator she’s hired who acted as her extent in her matters, and it’s instantaneous what landing her eyes on you does to Sevika.

She stills.

The moment her eyes find you and there, your eyes are opened and gazing, staring right through Sevika—

then, in one, two seconds, you look away.

The gaze that was on Sevika’s frame—somewhere between her fingers which now twirled around with the silken thread and the lower half of her face, landing her on her eyes staring equally back at you; those sparkling eyes are now set on the notepad held by that golden clipboard, making Sevika wonder what’s more interesting in them.

And the hardest part of all is: words escape her lips and the trail of thought keeping up with the meeting around her dissipate into a thin, fresh cloud of mist, but in her mind, there’s plenty going on.

It had been ages since someone’s frame robbed her of north for a moment, making her pause. Look.

Take in.

Ache a little bit—curiosity is a pain when it clenches at your insides.

Sevika kind of hates this.

And as much as she had nothing to say, out of the sudden, her mind detoured to roads her feet wondered to too long ago.

It’s been to long since she wanted to know what other people were whispering about. Ages since she found herself squirming where she sat, with a source for her discomfort pulsing in the guilty rhythm of her heartbeat right between her legs.

And as much as Sevika had other things to do, as well— pressing things, important matters that also filled countless layers of paper with information right in front of her, something else she considered to be an atrocious and silly thought, much like checking out somebody else — Sevika’s eyes crawled back for a bit more, eager to paint in her mind each inch of the gorgeous shape that were your lips.

Which were not her only source of distraction.

“—don’t you think, Counselor Sevika?” asks Jayce.

It fucks her up—one simple question; one she missed, because she’s far away. On the other side of the circle, to be more precise.

Having to think fast, Sevika hides the need to twist her neck or do something else to show she feels the weight of everyone’s eyes on her. “I can’t recall the last time I agreed with you.”

Some of the others laugh, Jayce included.

A knot unties in Sevika’s chest, and having gotten what he wanted from her ambiguous response, Jayce turns his calm features to Salo, going back around to his point.

Sevika’s given up.

There was more than generally everything so obviously entrancing about you.

There were also your eyes. The ones that caught her in the middle of her…. gazing. That looked away when both pairs of eyes seemed to lock with a click.

Piercing orbs, shining for those singular eternal two seconds, then taking away all their entrancing glow somewhere else, leaving her with no other option but to drink the bridge that went down to your nose. Partaking in true Piltover fashion, there was a piercing on your nose, glistening in the same material as the rest of the jewelry on your body. It put all the other colors in the room pale in comparison—she’d only felt that staring at Mel Medarda for the first time after the Rebirth, and not even then did she look so much.

Sevika eyes followed the hair style and the way your hair fell on your shoulders. That concentration, thick and palpable in the features you proudly exhibited, simply… existing there.

Shoulders postured back and that seriousness on your face that was probably what rendered Sevika this way—frozen, even though she’s aware of at least that.

A part of her mind reminds her she should be ashamed of stealing so many looks—

Ogling. I’m…

Stunned. Hiding it poorly that this meeting is all but fucking over to her.

She’d later keep this part to herself, but each squirm Sevika’s body is incapable of holding down in that ridiculous big chair of theirs, it makes everything worse. Nothing makes her comfortable anymore.

She had seen the interesting choice for shoes, the discerning outfit, penciled and tailored to elevate the aura of knowledge already placed naturally on your shoulders, the bracelets—a pair set of them, that being the only jewelry you wear other than the noticeable tattoos on your shoulders and neck, when she finishes her check up and finds it there, already waiting for her, the very same set of eyes which turned her buttoned all the way up jacket to feel the same as an armlock. As tight and uncomfortable.

Not nearly as warm, though.

It’s hot.

Under the collar of her clothes, choking the knot already forming on her throat at looking back at you.

Gorgeous.

That’s word, she thinks with humor.

At the smile that climbs up the corner of Sevika’s mouth, your gaze is gone again, and there’s a sudden alarm that goes off somewhere, a siren blasting—

“Councilor Sevika?” it’s louder.

It’s a repetition.

Heimerdinger’s eyes are soft as ever, but it unnerves Sevika that he’s not the only council member now looking at her.

“Councilman Salo asked if you agree with him,” Heimerdinger repeats himself, and isn’t that a saving hand?

She’d been distracted by an entrancing and hypnotizing set of… well, she would say lips, but part of her had been wondering who was the person who gifted her those bracelets, because Sevika knew that metal from up close and recognizes runic work when she saw them—they looked special and something told her they had been a gift, so it was not only about the lips.

She thanks whatever is out there that she always takes her time to replying, and wishes not for the first time she had a cigarette. This is the second distraction. She might have to drown in alcohol tonight.

“Counselor Salo…” who were you? “The last time we talked about these matters, your opinion was that somethings are just consequences of improper governing. Then, you said so many absurdities after that, that I’m trying trying to find my footing believing what comes out of your mouth or not.”

“Well, that’s because you seem to want to live in a world made up for fantasies, Counselor Sevika.”

Nailed it. She had to give it to him—making sure every time he said her name prefaced by her designation sounding like a mockery, in a measured, calculated level, was an art by now.

Sevika catches a smile across the room formed and exposed midst the golden hues of Medarda’s tattoos.

That’s another part Sevika fails to tell Vi or Nina later on: a Medarda’s smile does wonders to turn bold someone’s already high ego.

“I’m not the one who watches outer space opera in an exclusive island of dubious descent and proven Arcane touches.” There—it’s the most she’s said the whole meeting, and it’s dipped and swimming in the knowledge that it was observed.

Sevika’s collar burns once again, and it makes her want to say more.

Stupid.

Salo opens his mouth again, but the gods are gracious and Jayce speaks up upfront. There are worse graces than being saved by Talis, and it spares Sevika of two evils.

One, listening to Salo a bit more.

Two, pretending she’s capable of understanding what she’s listening.

Getting through the meeting turns out to be a hassle. A frown sows its way into her face, and she does her best at juggling having seen the most beautiful person in a good damned while and yet another meeting that felt it had its weight in gold and titanium, as heavy as the new left arm she’s yet to accustom to.

When it all ends, Sevika’s mind feels wrung out, and her body, a boiled, needy mess of knots.

It takes forever for everyone to be sat at the round table, but in under a minute, they’re all gone, it seems, and Sevika feels a little less on alert at taking in the silence and the illuminated circle. There’s not a single dust flying in the air, and when she breathes in, it almost burns her nostrils. An icy, cold breath, every time.

“Counselor Sevika?”

Well, shit.

She turns around to face Medarda and—yeah. Sure enough, there you are.

By her side, this time.

“I was hoping to introduce you to someone,” Medarda continues. If she’s bothered by Sevika’s silence like most people from Piltover seem to be, she’s great at hiding it. “This is my assistant and good friend.” Your name flows out of Medarda’s lips, swimming inside of Sevika’s mind, diving deep.

She wants to repeat it out loud, so she presses her lips together instead. She’s end up whispering it like a fool.

Medarda says your name again, “this is Counselor Sevika.”

“Hello, Counselor.” Against all odds, your voice follows everything else she’s so far seen about you: somehow perfect, with a touch of unique, with a glint of curiosity tingling underneath Sevika’s skin. She’d been around Piltover folks for months at end now and none of them had this—you tilt your head at her, looking up from underneath your thin framed glasses. “I was hoping to ask you some questions.” And Sevika was hoping there were five of them. Ten. It could be an interview, for all she cared. Mistaking her silence for something other than an infatuation blossoming, standing as tall as the chairs behind her and as much as she’d like to name it as ridiculous, she’s incapable of that. When you blink twice and add, “If that’s alright with you,” sounding so close to worried, she managed a mental self slap.

“Of course.”

Your shoulders relax. “Right.”

Smiling as cattish and slippery as a fox, Medarda claps once her hands together. “Wonderful.” Looking at Sevika, Medarda says. “She’s managed to get out all the information she wanted from all the other counselors already.”

Oh. Sevika had no business walking around or going out in Piltover. Certainly not around the same circles as Mel Medarda and her assistant. “I see,” there’s the project of a smile hiding in the right corner of Sevika’s lips.

If there’s anything bothering you about your boss and good friend exposing the nature of your questions intent, you’re good at hiding them, too.

“You only answer what you’re comfortable answering. Of course.”

“Of course,” Sevika repeats. Then, it slips out—your name, falling from her lips.

“Yes?”

She’d have to think fast but the curiosity’s taken in when she heard the name already, not followed by anything. “Folks from Piltover are very careful to say their last name or the family they’re being financed by these days.”

The implied question is met with a challenge in your eyes that reaches inside her gut. “They are.”

Sevika’s eyebrows fly up.

“I’m from Undercity.”

Of course you are. She switches her “What are the questions?”

“I’ll find you outside?” Medarda asks you. After a nod and and unspoken conversation shared in a couple of glances, there are only the two of you in the room.

Sevika’s arms remain stiff and awkward, not knowing where they should stand—your body’s so perfect in its stillness that it bubbles the squirming itch underneath her own skin.

“Okay.” You pull out the notepad from somewhere and clip your pen, looking at her with the same weight of piercing orbs that made Sevika lose and entire meeting, alternating between floating and couching up layers of thoughts and thoughts of you. “I dug most of these information out of the others through—dubious questions, but I guess with you I can—I’ll ask you directly, and you reply if you want to.”

“Is this your first meeting?” it seemed you had figured out how Sevika worked already despite never been here in person.

You shake your head. “The golden round globe was me.” You referred to the item Medarda had laid in front of her for the last three meetings. “So, technically, no.”

“Got it.”

“Can I start?”

“Sure.”

“Are you aware of the involvement of the Fireflies with the Underwater and Undercity trades?”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, so is the smile of out of hiding. Sevika’s lips pull up without her permission, and the best she can do is hold down her laughter. “Oh.” When you keep staring, expectant and as serious as before, Sevika’s shoulders are the first part of her to relax. “Yeah.” She holds her right hand to her hip, and tells herself she can get through this for as long as she keeps her eyes on yours, and no other part of you. “Of course I am.”

“Right. Are you aware they’re being followed by members of a lower guild looking to steal blueprints of their technology and hiding spot?’

Any laughter dies inside of her, and Sevika shakes her head. “How many members?”

“As far as I know, five.” You write something down. “Are you aware that Jinx is still alive?”

That re postures her. The last — and only time — someone asked her this, they ended up pinned between her metal arm and the concrete wall. “How do you know that?”

“I was one of the first who realized it. Tried to keep it on the low for as long as I could, but it was only a matter of time before someone else caught on. Three months ago, someone did.”

The golden round globe was me.

That was three months ago.

The next question manages to outdo the previous one in surprise—not by content, but by tone. “Is she okay?”

Worry.

Sevika’s tried wrapping her brain around the fact Jinx became what she did. “Yeah, she is.” Usually, she calls people ‘kid’, or another nickname to remind them of their place. The only thing that’d fall out of her lips now could get her in trouble.

“Good. Jayce’s been walking circles around something for a while now and it might link itself to her, although, I wish it wouldn’t. How much do you trust Jayce?”

For a second, she has to think; then, the answers just find its way out of her.

None of your questions are things she’d like to evade.

If only people asked everything in such a direct and honest matter—she’d have more opportunities to laugh inside this beautifully re-constructed room, much like she does when you ask, “and do you think Salo has had a change of mind and heart?”

She laughs.

It’s a burst of it, and it’s made ten times better when Sevika sees that it breaks at your impassive mask, turning both corners of your lips upwards.

“Do I have to answer that?”

“I think you just did,” you’re smiling.

Sevika’s made countless women smile before in her life, but it’s been too long since she cared about doing it. “Guess I did.”

“What of Counselor Heimerdinger?” You asked taking another note. “Do you trust him?”

Over the course of five minutes, Sevika’s interrogated. Through those same minutes, she finds herself answer most if not all of your questions.

The ones left unanswered are the ones she has no idea up until now, but every one of them gave her something to think about.

When she feels it’s nearing an end, she can already feel a grip around her heart and stomach, something squeezing at the thought of leaving your presence without the knowledge of when it’ll happen again—looking at you and being looked back, so unabashedly.

Sevika sort of wants to stay here.

She’s been close enough to get a whiff of what you smell like. The dance of your hand against the paper seems almost familiar in comfortable under such short notice. Sevika holds down the squirming in order to look composed enough after how lacking the distraction must’ve looked on her face.

When it happens, Sevika tells herself the staring is okay for as long as you are doing it.

“Thanks for your patience,” you tell her.

“Not a problem.”

“It was much better than enduring space opera to interrogate Salo and his business partner, I’ll tell you as much.”

Sevika smirks. “Oh—you don’t have to lie to me.”

For the first time, you let it out—it’s a breath of a laughter, but it works just as fine. “I’m not.”

“This ten minute interrogation was better than space opera?”

“It was.” The intentional look into her eyes makes Sevika want a tall glass of cold water. That’s how fancy, hot, and delusional it leaves her feeling. One single look and—is she dragging this out, too?

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“You should.” This time, it’s you who squirms under the silkiness flowing down your shoulders. “This was easy and… comfortable.”

“Space opera was not?”

“I think you can imagine how it feels like to watch something otherworldly among people and beings whose mere existence makes you feel like an outsider.”

If there was any doubt lingering in Sevika to where that authenticity came from—the spark of glow amidst supernaturals and geniuses, it settled there and then.

“I would imagine it’s beautiful.”

Breathless, the words come out confessional. “It was.” Then, you lick at dry lips and swallow around a visible knot. “Too bad I couldn’t enjoy a second of it.”

It makes a whole burn in her chest, but for the thousandth time in her life, her silence’s mistaken for something else.

“You don’t need to hear my whining,” you laugh is self deprecating, but you’re talking before she can finish opening her lips. “You’ve done enough. Thank you again, Counselor.”

She hated being called that.

In your lips, it sounded almost nice. “Don’t worry—like I sad, it was not a problem. I—I enjoyed the—honest conversation… too.”

It comes out stiff—as frozen as her whole frame there, shadowing yours.

“Right.” Both of you are only capable of looking, but before the heat in Sevika’s skin can reach her clothes and catch something on fire, the sound of your shoe taking a step back makes air find its way to her lungs again. “I should get going.”

“Me too.”

You take a couple of steps to the side, but it’s only after a smile that you say, “I’ll see you at the town’s anniversary, Counselor Sevika.”

Sevika’s human hand clenches into a fist because—say it again, call my name again, say it a hundred more times—

Wait.

“What?”

“Piltover’s anniversary. A month from today. All counselors must attend… familiar?” the words do ring bells—many of them, and Sevika nods looking down at her boots.

“Of course.”

She hears your puff of laughter. “I’ll see you there.” She prays to hear it again.

“Yeah. I’ll see you there,” she finishes off with your name, almost as if tasting it.

She needs another few minutes before she leaves.

Everything is as bright as it was when she first saw you across the room. The roof of her brain has this new smell that she’d die and kill to discover that the hell it is made of. The smell of you.

Sevika’s at a loss of words, but at every turn, she finds a couple of new ones to describe the ridiculous things swirling inside of her whenever you cross her mind.

[nimbusghoul]

The Nice Soap-Viktor x Bimbo!Reader

Pairing:Viktor x Reader

Type: Fluff TO smut for the entirety

Fandom:Arcane/LoL(more Arcane Vik than LoL Vik, let me have my twink, okay?)

WC:1337 This is just a sneak peek, if you want more, I'll continue to provide, Don't hate me!

Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

-CUTOFF FOR PREVIEW-

[jules-ln]

This is a big Pet peeve of mine but I'll confess right here and now that I am a nerd

And I hate when people compare Viktor and Jayce to Achilles and Patroclus

I've been obsessed with the Iliad since 2019, and I've read a lot, and I mean A LOT of essays and books about the Iliad and about Achilles and Patroclus more specifically

So I guess you could say I kind of understand Achilles and Patroclus a bit

And my question is, what does Achilles and Patroclus have in common with Viktor and Jayce other than they're men and gay? Like no seriously, what?

Because, the core of Achilles and Patroclus' story; the most important part it's that they're soldiers, I can't even tell you guys how fundamentally important is that these guys are soldiers

And a big part of Jayce and Viktor's story is that they AREN'T soldiers, they're scientists! And literally a big part of Arcane would've been very different if both of them had stayed scientists instead of becoming a politician and Jesus

"they're both tragic!" Bish

Achilles and Patroclus' story is tragic, because Achilles chose his pride over Patroclus

Like Patroclus' death? 100% avoidable, wouldn't have happened if Achilles had stopped being a baby for once in his life and actually listened to Patroclus and went back to fight

Viktor and Jayce's story? Literally about Jayce choosing Viktor over everything else, About Jayce choosing Viktor over Mel, his mom, Cait, Piltover, magic, etc etc

At the end of the Iliad Achilles' hubris is punished by the story taking away the love of his life

At the end of arcane, Viktor is forgiven, Jayce and him get to be together, doesn't matter if it's in an alternate dimension or super gay heaven, but it's a hopeful ending

So the complete opposite of the Iliad

Listen, I love both Patrochilles and JayVik, but these two have almost nothing in common

And I would get into why their personalities aren't similar either but like, it's 2 am and I have to go to work tomorrow so, lmao

[milkymora]

✧ arcane women - childhood headcanons ✧

note: got a little emotional while writing this but what can i do. missing arcane like a mf. everything is sfw obv, cts of pictures used to their respective owners on pinterest. characters: vi, jinx, caitlyn, mel, sevika.

⟢ vi.

vander always listened to old rock songs. it was the same 4 ones on repeat, one of them being “god of thunder” by kiss. he’d exaggerate his singing just to make her laugh, and it always worked, until she learnt the lyrics as well: blowing, together, felicia’s eardrums.

felicia understood vi liked girls when she was 5 yo. how? simply because the little menace vi was, would suddenly go quiet, shy and a little red even, when met by a girl she thought was cute. she would talk quietly and try to befriend them by timidly sharing her toys, just to go to her mom later on and tell her how pretty her new friend was.

she always included powder when she went to play with other kids. little pow was always the youngest and sometimes the other kids would be mean to her, because she didn’t understand games rules and couldn’t play well. however that’d happen only once, because vi wouldn’t allow it a second time.

⟢ jinx.

used to get sick so easily. always with a runny nose, a fever or cough. vander would spend hours cooking recipes for her; and he would always manage to make them taste good and look appetizing, chopping veggies in star or heart shapes, or adding anything that could make it look cute to a child’s eyes. and it worked! she would always eat it.

she was very scared of the dark and struggled to sleep some nights. that’s when vi would tell her bed time stories she’d create on the spot, or sing her their mother’s lullabies, until she’d fall asleep.

when she was learning how to write, she’d exercise writing little love letters for vander and vi. though she would always spell vander wrong, writing it “vinder” because she’d get confused, mixing the two names.

⟢ cait.

she had all kinds of toys, from dolls to mini, plastic shotguns. cassandra absolutely hated the latters, however there was no denying little cait adored playing with them way more than the dolls. she would always annoy her with it when she was working.

she didn’t really have any friends growing up, aside from jayce. she was either studying (yes, she was home schooled) or training her shots with older enforcers. she didn’t mind being alone, but when jayce became her friend she realized how good it was for her. jayce allowed her to vent a lot, about anything.

cassandra was always overprotective of her, mainly showing her tough love and giving her restrictions on basically everything, yet... there were a few times where the two of them had tender moments, like when caitlyn playfully wore her mother’s wedding dress for fun and cassandra actually got so emotional she teared up.

⟢ mel.

always a quiet girl, with her nose buried in her books. historical ones precisely; her mother made her passionate about history, telling her all kinds of fun facts about the places she’d been at, making her curiosity bloom into a desire for knowledge of the past that made her devour hundredths of books during her childhood (and teenage hood).

another passion she had was art. as we’re shown on the show, mel can paint. that’s because she’s always done it since she was a child, one of the many things ambessa wasn’t fond of. nevertheless, her mother’s disapproval never stopped her from continuing her hobby, that is one of the things that make her feel best when doing it. ambessa ended up giving in and actually enjoying her works, finding a way to get one and put it on her chamber’s wall.

had an amazing relationship with her brother kino. both him and her were very similar, interests and personality wise, so it became a habit to find comfort in the other when one was not feeling okay. they always knew which words to use.

⟢ sevika.

she was actually pretty timid as a child. she hated fighting and seeing others fight, which was why she’d always run off when it happened. and, unfortunately, it happened all the time. for that reason, her childhood had been pretty harsh and she suffered a lot because of it.

but there wasn’t only bad times. although she wasn’t close with her father, she got along with her mother just fine. they had lots of loving mother-daughter moments, cooking together and doing each other’s hair. her mother would often compliment her eyes, “you have your father’s eyes, with my face”.

she would always help other kids. the ones she thought were deserving of it of course, helping them when they’d get hurt for a reason or another or simply keeping them company if their parents weren’t around. it’s one of the reasons she’s well known in zaun.

i hurt my own feelings writing about sevika but oh god, there are no freaking canon infos about her past it’s unfair. gosh i love my babies so much. stick around if you’d like more arcane content pretties, i’ve got plenty more in store for ya >:).

✧ arcane navigation. ✧

[mrclairdycat]

Jayvik Headcanons! ٩( ᐛ )( ᐖ )۶

(You can use these for your fics, art or whatever, I don't mind! Tell me or tag me if you do though 'cause I'd love to see it/read it.)

Jayce is naturally good with kids. Viktor is awkward with them, but for some reason the kids love him. They often want touch or try his cane or ask curious questions and their parents deem it as disrespectful, but he always assures them they can and gladly lets them. He also loves to say playful lies like "Actually don't tell anybody this but I've acquired the powers to teleport. I just have to act like a normal human being among the public." Or, better yet, he tells them he's actually an alien. HOWEVER... Viktor hates newborns. He hates when he's forced to cradle them in his arms. Too much slobber, shit and vomit. You can't even talk to them and know there's some kind of understanding between you and them. Jayce, on the other hand, could have a baby shart in his arms and still be like "awww!" He also loves to play with them theatrically.

Viktor is a HUGE Doctor Who fan. It's basically all he ever watches. Jayce is more of a Holiday Movies guy or series with Comedy, Romance or both, especially soap operas, but he was once forced to watched Doctor Who and now he's hooked too.

Jayce is the only one who finds Viktor's dry and dark humor, especially directed at himself, funny. He finds it so refreshing since posh people's humor is extremely boring. Plus, he understands that Viktor would prefer making light of his bad situation to cope and it's not his place to tell him what to joke and not joke about.

Although they mostly lock in and work hard all night in the lab, the sleep deprivation makes them find ANYTHING funny. Sometimes they end up in an endless loop of laughing fits because both of them are so sleep deprived they can't properly say words anymore.

Speaking of, they probably share all their deepest secrets on a whim but don't remember anything the next day, as if they were totally drunk or something.

Also, they cover each other up if they find one of them has fallen asleep. Often times, however, Viktor finds himself magically spawning in his bed. He never thought much about it, figuring he was so exhausted he probably doesn't remember going home, when in reality it was Jayce that carried him home to make sure his body wouldn't be in pain in the morning.

When Viktor is mad at Jayce he abuses that disabled card. Sometimes he publically humiliates him by pretending he's a bad person that doesn't help his disabled friend with anything. In reality, if he tried to pick something that fell for him, he would be met with the smack of his cane.

Speaking of, acts of service is Jayce's way of flirting. He's an extrovert, but he's not confident at all. He never says his feelings first, just acts especially nice towards someone with numerous gifts, praise and help. Viktor thought he was just being ableist.

Again, speaking of, Viktor is more of a words of affirmation guy. However, when they got together, they have scheduled days within the week where Viktor HAS to accept help and be spoiled. He knows its Jayce's love language by now, so, even if he finds it condescending, he's happy to let him have those days to let it all out.

Sometimes Jayce presents Viktor a complex equation because he loves seeing him explain how to solve it. He just loves listening to him yap.

Viktor has a secret passion for astronomy. Can name you every star. Jayce has a secret passion for birdwatching. Can name you every bird. He'd also love falconry. Tbh he adores animals in general.

Viktor despises Astrology. Jayce loves it. He likes to piss him off by saying "You're acting like your sign right now."

Jayce loves pop and reggaeton, meanwhile Viktor thinks classical music is superior to anything else. He especially listens to it because it is scientifically proven it helps with focus. He hates when he wakes up in the morning to him cleaning and blasting El Taxi or something.

Viktor also loves theatre musicals. His favorites are Ride the Cyclone, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He also loves plays like Hamlet or live orchestras.

Jayce is very good at cooking thanks to his mom's teachings. Plus he just really enjoys it. Viktor is the type who finds it a chore and eats only because he has to (he doesn't even do that most days). Jayce often brings extra food when he packs lunch so Viktor can have some too :) he also loves to cook for him.

Jayce is naturally good at dancing. Adores Just Dance and group dances (Viktor always wins Just Dance without even moving his legs). Viktor is naturally good at playing instruments. He likes to focus on what his hands can do so he can feel better about his bad leg.

Jayce loves head massages and scritches. He's a sucker for physical touch. Viktor likes to give him that while he's reading notes or a book.

Jayce is a dog person who has no problems with cats. Viktor is a cat person who kinda hates dogs since they drool all over the place and lick his face.

Viktor never cries, but when he does it's GUT wrenching because of all the bottled up emotions. Jayce, on the other hand, cries for absolutely anything, especially movies. He could see a child with their mom on a random stroll and shed tears saying "they're so happy :("

Ximena (Jayce's mom) adores Viktor. He always tells Jayce to invite him over whenever they can so he can spend less time alone and even encourages him to sleep over. She just can't bare the thought of someone's baby struggling on their own and not being taken care of.

Jayce mostly overthinks when he's trying to fall asleep. The silence is always broken by him spiraling saying things like "do you think I'm annoying?" simply for a stranger not responding after he complimented them or something. The thought of someone hating him drives him insane. He wants to be liked by everyone. People pleaser core.

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A little chaos never hurt… right?

Jinx x Masc lesbian reader. Au oneshot.

Synopsis: You work in a music store on the other side of Zaun from The last drop. Viktor, your boss, was going to piltover for vacation and needed you to train the new employee you’d be working alongside with and she’s… chaotic to say the least. What could go wrong?

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Another quiet day. Days like this were some of your favorites. Few costumers came in and the ones that did were usually regulars who knew what they wanted and left fairly soon after.

Your boss was a kind man who lived in Zaun all his life, Viktor had given you this job when you were 15 and needed the extra cash.

It’s been six years since then and Vik’s Vinyl Vault was like your second home.

You were leaning against the front counter, a Spider-Man comic in hand as you waited for any costumers to walk in.

Viktor came out from the back and chuckled when he caught sight of you. “You know, after so many years, you’d think you’d grow out of those little comics.”

You gasped in mock offense, bringing the comic to your chest as you pointed to the laughing brunette man. “Says the man who bought Jayce his own wearable iron man suit- I still totally want that for my birthday, by the way.”

Viktor nodded his head with a smile, shrugging as he knew you had a point.

The older man sighed a bit as he saw some of the albums jumbled up again, turning to me with a slightly tired look. “I’ll sort that out, why don’t you go and get the new shipment of albums out and on display. The boxes are in the back room.”

You nodded, taking a breath to yourself as you absolutely hated restock days. Your arms usually had moved and lifted boxes all day during the restock process and by the end of it, your arms would feel completely wrecked. “On it, oh before I forget.” You stopped for a moment as you looked back to Viktor with a curious expression. “Were you able to find anyone to take over Mel’s shift now that she moved to piltover?”

Viktor nodded his head with a calm smile now gracing his features. “Yes and that just reminded me to tell you that she will be starting tomorrow, I’m going to need you to train her in what to do while I go to talk to some of our suppliers before meet Jayce to start our vacation.”

You nodded in understanding, you didn’t mind training the new employees on the do’s and don’ts of Viks shop. You were happy he was able to get some time to himself and his fiancé since all they both do is work, work, work.

After coming back with some boxes full of the new albums in stock, you sighed and began placing them where they belonged as you listened to the radio playing laufey in the background.

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The next day, you made your way to the vinyl vault for opening shift. Viktor usually gave you the task of opening the shop on most days anyways and now that he was on vacation, that wouldn’t change.

With a tired sigh and sore arms from yesterday’s restock, you shrugged off your backpack and hung up your leather jacket on the hook in the back room.

Like usual, you turned on the radio, bobbing your head to the sounds of That’s Life by Frank Sinatra as you turned the “closed” sign to “open”.

Continuing on with your usual little opening routine, you failed to hear the ding of the bell indicating a customer. Standing by the counter with a smirk on her face sat a Blue haired women about the same age as you, two very long braids falling on either side of her, watching in amusement as you alphabetized the messed up records from last shift while singing to the music in your own little world.

“I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king, I've been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing-” you sang as you thought about random things while your hands worked on autopilot with resorting everything.

“If I knew the job came with free concerts, I would’ve applied sooner.”

The teasing but soft voice made you jump, snapping out of your head as you turn around to probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

Straightening up while clearing your throat, you smiled a bit awkwardly as you put down the album in your hand. “Hey, you must be Vik’s new hire. I’m Y/n.”

The blue haired girl nodded as she walked a bit closer to where you stood.

“That’s me. I’m jinx. So are you gonna be the one training me?” Jinx asked with an unknown tone to her voice, slightly bitting her bottom lip making you do your best to not look.

“Yup. Viktor and his fiancé are on vacation for the next few weeks so I’ll be showing you the ropes around here.” You replied smoothly, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for keeping your cool.

Looking you up and down for a moment long enough that it made you want to shift around, jinx made eye contact once again with a broad, excited smile on her face as her blue eyes looked over your own. “This is gonna be fun, cutie.”

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Jinx’s first day after showing her the ropes was…interesting to say the least.

The girl was energetic and a bit chaotic, she got along great with most of the customers, only having to step in to take over a hand full of times when someone got snippy with her.

At the moment, you were resorting the frank Sinatra vinyls before having to replace the old ed Sheeran albums with Sabrina carpenters new one.

Jinx was attending to some Zaun dude who came in a few times a month, ringing up his new record player and the few vinyls he picked up with it. She was flirty and smiling and for some reason, it made you clench your jaw.

What was this dude, saying that made her so…giggly.

“That will be 98.76, handsome.” Jinx said cheekily as she handed over the bags to the now grinning 20 something year old.

“Come again!” She exclaimed again, waving her fingers with a teasing smile as she watched him go before her eyes landed on you.

Her grin was still present, but it was barely noticeable how it softened once she saw you and your tired state. “Made another sale, cutie. I’m getting the hang of this whole job thing.”

Even slightly annoyed, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and shake your head as you see her giddy expression and the genuine smile on her face aimed for you.

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You were opening shop once again, it being the third day that Viktor was on vacation now.

Opening the door and turning on the lights, you took a nice relaxing breath in as you shrugged of your hoodie, hanging it up and heading to the back room for a bit of coffee before starting your routine.

Working here for so many years, the employees that have come and gone had quickly picked up your routine and knew better than to disturb it, especially with how grumpy you tended to be in the mornings.

But jinx was different, because not even five minutes after walking into the shop for the day, the door had opened again. Imagine your surprise when the blue haired girl waltzed in three hours earlier then her shift started, sporting a grin that no one should possess that early in the day.

“Morning, cutie! I figured I could help you set up for the day and maybe get some more hours.” Jinx greeted energetically, shrugging off her own jacket before strutting up to you, not even blinking at the blank look you held on your face as the warm cup of coffee steamed in your hands.

“I’ll let you finish your coffee. I’ll be getting the new cd’s to restock.” And with that she skipped off.

You blinked as you stared at the spot she was once in, trying to rack your brain around it as your morning peace and quiet was interrupted.

Jumping a bit when Bad Reputation by Joan Jett started to blast through the stores speaker system.

If anyone else in all the years you worked here had pulled this… you would’ve exploded and most likely been put on leave from Vik himself.

It was jinx though, and for some reason. You couldn’t find yourself hating the morning, loud noise and all.

You shook your head with a smile, taking a sip of coffee from your mug as you watched jinx come out of the back room with a box of cd’s.

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It was jinx’s fifth day in the shop now, and today was a busy one.

Kendrick Lamar had just dropped a new album and everybody and their momma, from Zaun to piltover was in the shop trying to get a vinyl or cd of the damn thing.

It got to the point where you had to call in backup with the late night shift staff, grateful that both Loris and Gert could come in for the day to help.

Gert and Jinx took care of the registers while you dealt with the constant restock. Viktor went a bit overboard when ordering this albums shipment and it seemed to be paying off.

Loris was taking care of printing off orders and shipping to piltover while you took care of the vinyls

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned your head to see a regular costumer that was also a pretty good friend of yours. “Ekko, what can I get you dude.”

The white haired boy smiled in greeting before holding up a bag, showing that he had already checked out and was just here to talk for a second. “I got what I need. Busy day huh.”

“You’re telling me. I’m just glad Vik’s problem in over ordering came in handy for once.” You scoffed out as you filled the last rows of the vinyl, chuckling a little when a group of teens immediately came to the display.

“How’s jinx doing? Not causing to much trouble right? No fires or need of emergency evacuation?” Ekko teased as you both shared an amused glance at jinx who was yapping away with Gert while they rung people up.

You smiled as you shook your head, turning to look back at your friend instead of the pretty girl. “She’s actually really good at her job. Flirts a lot but other than that it’s been fun having her here. She’s cool, funny-”

Ekko nodded as he listened to you speak, a knowing smile slowly stretching on his face as he sees a familiar look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in years.

Sparing a glance back to his old friend as you continued to speak about working with her, Ekko chuckled under his breath as he sees jinx’s wide eyes staring adoringly at you talking.

You both were idiots oblivious to an obvious crush. He couldn’t wait to see how this played out.

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Only three days till Viktor and Jayce were set to be back from vacation.

Working with jinx has been a surprisingly good change. The stores wasn’t so quite anymore, something that you couldn’t stand now when opening or closing alone, you talked more throughout the day instead of just when customers needed help or to be checked out.

The two of you got along amazingly. You had a nice banter that any other person would call flirting, and recently things seemed to shift just a little more in your new found world.

Jinx had always been flirtatious and lacked person space awareness but lately it’s felt different.

She lingers around longer after a conversation, she finds any little excuse to touch you. On the shoulder, on the arms, hands, neck, doesn’t matter, if she can think of it, she’ll use it. She gets so close to your face and teases you that it’s hard not to do something about it most of the time.

The only reason you hadn’t was for the simple fact that, that’s just how she was. She flirted for fun and she did it almost everyday with customers, vendors, coworkers. It wasn’t just you.

But what you didn’t see was that it might have been fun with the others, it was different with you.

She never laughed so much and so genuinely with Gert, she never got so close to a customer that your noses bump together, she never called anyone anything other than “handsome” or “beautiful” but with you it wasn’t always “cutie” or “trinket”.

It was the closing shift and You had the responsibility of locking up shop for the day.

Jinx had stuck around to help clean up and shut down everything, stealing glances at you as you both listened to sailor song by Gigi Perez playing softly in the background on the speakers.

“So…. Whatcha doin after this, trinket?” Jinx suddenly broke the silence, putting the broom that she was using away before hopping up to sit on the front counter.

You subconsciously smiled at the sound of your voice as you turned the office light off and walked towards the blue haired girl. “I’m going home to smoke a blunt and binge watch either Naruto or avatar the last airbender.”

The other girl scoffed out a laughed as she jumped off the counter and sauntered up to you as you shrugged on your brown leather jacket.

“How about instead of going home and nerding out you come and hang out with me?” Jinx proposed as she took a hold of you jacket and pulled it tighter around you.

You took a deep breath in as you look down into her blue eyes. You really just wanted to go home and relax but you’d be a complete moron to say no to her when she was looking at you that way.

“Lead the way, pretty girl.”

The blue haired girl beamed up at you excitedly before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door, barely stopping long enough to let you lock up before she was off again.

The undercity was still forever awake and moving but it had quieted down now that it was getting later.

Jinx lead the two of you down many random alleyways and streets before finally pulling you behind some bar, leading you to the back and pulling down a fire escape hatch with a smirk.

“What are we going, J?” You asked breathlessly from all the moving, smiling up at her as she grinned down at you from climbing up the latter.

“You’ll see, now just get up here and live a little cutie.”

Shaking your head you glanced around your surroundings before sighing in mock defeat and following up behind her.

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You didn’t expect your night to consist of sitting on top of some bar in Zaun with your still new coworker as you pass a blunt back and forth but… here you were.

Jinx was next to you as the two of you sat on the ledge of the building, both of your legs swinging over the edge.

The two of you were playing a game of twenty one questions and laughing about the stupid things you’ve told each other so far.

“So then, Mylo slipped and face planted straight in the mud. Claggor had to carry him home the rest of the way cause he was whining about a sprained ankle.” Jinx laughed out, the smoke leaving her lips as she looked to you with a slightly glazed look to her eyes.

You were no better, a dopey relaxed smile on your face as you took the blunt back and inhaled a good sized hit. “That reminds me of my brothers, Stiles and I cause trouble and Scott bails us out.”

This peaked the blue haired girls interest, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned a bit closer to you till she could playfully nudge your shoulders with her own, lingering long enough that you both forget that she should pull away.

“What was the worst thing you and your brothers did back when you guys were kids.” The other girl asked with a cheeky grin on her face. Her eyes scanning yours as you smile softly as chuckle.

You looked out to the view from above the bar and shrugged before sighing. “One time, enforcers caught the three of us trying to tag underneath the bridge to piltover and we ran from them for about four hours before finally ditching them by running on the building tops.”

Jinx laughed joyfully as she passed the blunt back to you. “Good looking and wild? You’ve got it all, don’t ya.”

You grinned a bit at her teasing, nudging her playfully with your shoulders still touching. “I could say the same to you. Gorgeous and chaotic? A woman after my heart.”

The blue haired girl smirked as the two of you tease each other back and forth.

This was nothing new since you’ve started working with the slightly shorter girl, but this time felt different. More charged and….real.

You don’t know who started leaning in first, you don’t even know really who ended up finally making the move but you would always remember the softness in her lips.

You would remember the way her hands felt as they ran through your hair, how she smiled into the kiss once you gripped her hips to pull her as close as possible. The tension had finally snapped and neither of you were holding back anymore.

Pulling back with breathless grins, jinx leaned into your hand as you brushed her bangs from her eyes, letting your palm rest against her cheek as you both take each other in.

“A little chaos never hurt, right cutie.”

You were a goner from the moment you saw her, and you were okay with that.

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A/n: Hope you guys enjoyed my first jinx oneshot. If you have any requests for her, Hope Mikaelson, Allison argent, or Jenna Ortega characters then lmk!

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arcane music headcanons expect I'm objectively correct

Jinx

Ghost and Pals, Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Mother Mother, Melanie Martinez, Corpse, Set It Off, Poppy Nightcore, Gorillaz, etc.

You know those really bad playlist for characters with like, extremely unfitting songs that have an abnormal amount of Mother Mother in them? Yeah. She's the one making those.

If it was a TikTok audio for a Danganronpa cosplayer in 2020 she probably has it on loop

Listens to shitty modern day Hyperpop and it sounds like ASS

She listened to a undertale fansong nightcore cover on her school Chromebook and it genuinely changed her life for the worst. She was on Wattpad with Angel with a Shotgun BLASTING through her skull candy earbuds she stole off of a kid.

She's never been to a concert and that's for everyone's sake. She would have the absolutely worst concert etiquette to ever exist.

Once she matures she becomes an IPC diehard. She is at a Juggalo concert with her shirt off throwing Fuego and probably getting pulled over after.

Vi

Twenty One Pilots, Hozier, Florence and The Machine, Weezer, The Smiths, Ghost, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Queen, System of a Down, Nancy Sinatra, etc

She says she's not a big music fan and that she just listens to whatever's on the radio but that is a lie.

She's not normal about Florence and The Machine. Anytime she's about to have a breakdown she puts Dog Days Are Over on full blast inside her truck. She's been in the top percent of her listeners for 5 years straight now.

She listens to exclusively bands that a guy in a guitar store would brag about listening to saying they were totally indie and no one would know them. She owns a vinyl player. She's not as pretentious, but still.

Hozier is like, the one guy in all of history that she somewhat is attracted to. His music is a borderline religious experience. She went to one of his concerts with Ekko and cried so hard she got sick. As soon as they were in the hotel she chugged a bottle of honey whiskey and passed out. She has not been the same since.

She HATES Jinx's music with like, a genuine passion. She will smack Jinx's hand if she tries to change her music. they are fighting like rabid dogs for who gets the aux cord

Caitlyn

Taylor Swift, Chappel Roan, Mitski, Kate Bush, The Cardigans, The Crane Wives, Sabrina Carpenter. Billie Elish, etc

She's relatively normal about music. Most of the time she just has white noise on whenever she's working. However, if she needs to do a long drive or something and doesn't want to listen to the radio, she WILL be playing all of Taylor Swifts discography

Shes not a Swiftie, but she listens to it enough that she got Jayce into it. She's way more a fan of her older music though.

Most of the music she listens to sounds like breakup music. Like it's always weirdly somber and full of anguish. She will also occasionally listen to a song about family issues and clearly not be okay.

Again, not really a music fan. However, this has not stopped Jayce from seeing her in her car scream-crying to Good Luck Babe. He is so worried for her and she just acted so calm after.

She thinks Vi has such unique tastes and will end up growing to like a lot of Vi's music too. Disgusting. I think they kiss during a Hozier song playing and everyone thinks they're disgusting.

Ekko

Tyler The Creator, Gorillaz, Poor Mans Poison, Los Campesinos, The Oozes, Pavement, AJJ, The Front Bottoms, Jhariah, Jack Stauber, Djo, etc.

The only one with objectively good music tastes in the entirety of this group. He's the kind of person to genuinely mean it when he says he listens to everything. The only music he doesn't really love is modern country, but he fucks heavily with almost everything.

The only artist that's super consistent and someone he actively gets excited for when there's a new release is Tyler the Creator. He enjoys music as an art form rather than something to just listen to, and he loves Tyler's vision and how he makes it an experience.

He listens to a LOT of Legend of Zelda soundtracks. If his favorite video game has a soundtrack he will have that on loop for days. His Spotify Wrapped is consistently fucked because of this.

He took Vi to the Hozier concert because she kept asking and he got into Hozier before she did. He has a video of her drunk-crying in her hotel bed about it. It was genuinely such a magical experience for them both though.

He got Jinx into Gorillaz as a way to try and get her to like. better music. And it backfired so bad. He's the one pushing her to like ICP.

Jayce

Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Chappel Roan, Charli xcx, Doja Cat, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Ayesha Erotica, Shakira, P!NK. etc

Do NOT take away his basic white girl music he will DIE!!!!!! he will die SO BAD!!!!!

He got into Taylor Swift due to Caitlyn and now he's the bigger Swiftie. Genuinely has started collecting all her albums. He is so obsessed with her music it is a little concerning.

He will blast Juno by Sabrina Carpenter on full blast while working and it annoys the genuine fuck out of Viktor. He is not doing this to annoy him, he's trying to get Viktor to like his kind of music.

Vi has been begging him to listen to literally anything else. Viktor is also begging, but he's starting to give up.

He went to a Sabrina Carpenter concert with Mel and he ended up getting the fuzzy pink handcuffs and he will NEVER stop talking about it. He has them hanging on his wall alongside a picture of him on the screen.

Viktor

The Hoosiers, The Oh Hellos, American Murder Song, The Taxpayers, Poor Mans Poison, Orville Peck, Gene Aubrey, Johnny Cash, Hozier, etc

Again, objectively good music tastes. He tends to listen to old country or folk music. He likes a song that tells a story and has a lot of heart in it.

If you put modern day country on the radio he will die. If he has to listen to a "I LOVE BEER AND TRUCKS" song one more time he's going to throw himself onto the highway full speed. He despises that genre of music more than anything else on the entirety of this Earth.

He is also a huge Hozier fan, and has been since Take Me to Church blew up while he was in his religious guilt era. He went to the same concert as Vi but they didn't know they were there. He cried so hard at that concert he got sick. It was more than a religious experience for him.

He has been trying to get Jayce to listen to Orville Peck or Hozier for MONTHS. He's not allowed Jayce to play his music ever. It's working very slowly.

He thinks about Jayce while listening to Hozier and contemplates ending it all while Jayce is playing BRAT in the lab. Genuinely couldn't be a worse situation for him actually.

Mel

See, I know most will say she would have amazing music tastes but I can't agree. I don't think she cares. She listens to whatever is on the radio. Her Spotify Wrapped is consistently fucked because she uses her phone as a speaker at like parties or during long car rides.

She doesn't have a preference when it comes to music. Her liked playlist of songs is close to 500 and it's just whatever songs anyone has sent her. She will put it on shuffle and get Halls of Illusions by Insane Clown Posse back to back with fucking Someone New by Hozier. It's bad.

She is not paying attention to what she's listening to. She blocks it out so well that she can't really pay attention to it. If she's forced to pick music, it'll just be whatever Jayce has made her listen to in the past week and a half.

She went to a Sabrina Carpenter concert with Jayce purely because she saw all the videos and thought it would be fun. Her and Jayce were dorking out. She could not match his energy though, and she loves him so much but she is never going to a concert with him again.