#viktor absolutely fucks

[sarcasm-is-my-form-of-attack]

And what if I write A Viktor fic about this

I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favourite

[sarcasm-is-my-form-of-attack]

Viktor fucks and idc what you think about it. That man had everyone thirsting after him in the academy are you dumb. Stop perpetuating the idea that disabled people don’t fuck!! We do!!!!!!!!

Viktor may not be the most outwardly experienced or confident but he absolutely knows what he’s doing. I think there’s an insecurity there due to his disability but that’s it, that’s the only thing that gets in his way. He’s really focused on his work a lot so maybe he forgets about it but when he remembers…bitch.

Viktor who likes making people speechless and flustered and who craves control in a situation, who is sassy as hell like of course this man knows what he’s doing the smug little bastard.

Viktor the type to see you start to blush and double down on whatever he was doing all “Oh? What a pretty color you’re turning, do I really have that effect on you?”

Viktor who - in every sense of the word - studies you, finds out what makes you tick and writhe and smile.

Viktor who is awkward at times but is not a blushing bumbling fool! I feel like people forget for most of the series he’s a grown man like cmon!!!!!

[thewistlingbadger]

Btw had Viktor actually died Jayce would have for sure entered his villain arc

[pidgydraws]

IMO

i make a lot of very fluffy, sentimental, art~ but i need everyone to know just how much i fucking hate these two (adoringly. with all my heart.)

[sovamurka]

OH, COMFORTING SKYVIK, MY BELOVED <3

[skamyak]

come inside and be with me alone with me alone

[ref from suna no onna 1964]

[tkpuke]

23 and jayvik pretty please :3

Jayce + Viktor - 23. “Yes…I mean, no!”

author’s note: okay so the plot for this was heavily inspired by @ticklish-ghost , @home-of-the-squirmle and I’s discussion on one of their posts so why not make it into a fic okay? okay cool

It was nearing midnight, the only light shining into the lab through the curtains was the moon and its luminescent stars scattered around the sky. Viktor perched an elbow on the table, leaning his cheek on his hand while reading a book that could hold answers to have them move forward with their project. They were close, but it seemed like they were met with a dead end. Scientists don’t take those lightly, so they hungrily search for other possibilities and correct their mistakes on what went wrong.

He doesn’t have a clue on his partner’s whereabouts, but he’s not going to waste time searching for him. Usually Viktor takes the extra mile and works on projects a little more than he’s suppose to. He tends to struggle with the definition of teamwork when he’s been mostly alone his entire childhood, so he has no issue working alone while Jayce heads off for other duties or sleeps at a healthy time compared to Viktor’s sleep schedule.

It was peaceful and quiet. Viktor treasures nights like these. Until something was dropped beside him, creating a loud thunk.

“Look what I made.” A voice suddenly spoke out from behind, it belonging to Jayce which made Vitkor nearly jump a foot from his chair. “Jesus Christ—Jaycewhendidyougethere-“ He looked beside him to see what was dropped, picking it up to examine. An iron knife in the perfect size to fit in your pocket, the ends in a twisted pattern to make it look a little stylish. His face doesn’t show it, but Viktor is slightly impressed. There is no interest in him for weapons, but when it’s created so clean and perfected by Jayce himself, he can’t help but be in awe.

He then puts the knife down, finally meeting Jayce’s eyes. “Another tool that will never be used for its purpose.” Clear to say Jayce has made a couple of tools, most having the same theme: sharp and dangerous. He never uses them, as Viktor stated, but Jayce always gives the ‘you never know’ excuse. In reality the man just gets bored out of his mind at times and gets these random surges of creativity to go down and make any toys his heart desires. Who wouldn’t if they had the skill to properly do so?

Viktor’s eyes started to register that Jayce is full on shirtless right in front of him, muscles exposed and pumped to its core from all the wielding. It never really dawned on him how strong of a guy Jayce is, feeling a bit fragile and small the more he compared his own build to him. How easy it could be for Jayce to effortlessly pin him. How he could take away Viktor’s right to squirm by simply sitting on his waist. How he could be picked up with one singular arm by Jayce with zero sweat.

Jayce caught on to his more than five second stare. Viktor noticed.

He took attention to the soot covered all over Jayce’s upper body, taking that as an explanation of his longing stare. “You’re dirty. Here, sit.” Viktor nudged his head over to a nearby chair, heading over to grab a cloth that will soon be damped with water and soap. “Oh, thank you. You really don’t have to.” Jayce chuckles all flustered in appreciation by Viktor’s care, taking the seat anyway. Viktor comes back, starting to dab the cloth on his shoulders while he works his way down. “Hmph, I’ve seen you sleep before in this state. Least I can do is help you get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I get too exhausted sometimes!” Jayce replies defensively, but gives a soft smile at the end. He grabs the knife he created earlier, fingers feeling around it. “You have to admit, this one looks a bit cooler than the others I have made.” Viktor nods in somewhat agreement, now focusing on the upper chest to clean off. “You can keep it, if you want to of course.”

Viktor shakes his head, not meeting Jayce’s eyes while conversing. “There’s no need for me to have it, but thank you for your…kind offer.”

“You’re keeping it.” Jayce responds back with, putting it on top of the open book Vitkor was previously reading so he won’t forget to take it with him. The other only sighs, being aware it’s a losing battle to argue with Jayce when he’s so set on gifting someone something they’ve never asked for. It’s one of the man’s many love languages: giving gifts.

His hand started moving down more, getting near his upper ribs. A quick shift of change in Jayce’s demeanor, beginning to have trouble sitting still like before and biting down his lip hard. Viktor catches on. Of course he did when he begin to rub the cloth against his body more gently, hoping it sent a ticklish shockwave. Revenge was right in front of him from all the times Viktor was ruthlessly, in his opinion, tickled silly by Jayce who never shot down an opening opportunity to do so. Little to Jayce’s knowledge, Viktor has been seeking out opportunities himself to get back. The whole idea of touch is just a subject he awkwardly moves around in, never having someone so playful and lovingly touchy like Jayce in his life.

With the way Jayce was squirming and huffing air out of his nose to suppress the giggles forming in his throat, it fueled newfound confidence in Viktor’s actions. He took it a step further, pretending a spot of soot around Jayce’s ribs was giving him difficulty to rub off, so he pressed his fingers deeper while curling them a little.

Not expecting the firmer touch along with feeling nails through the cloth gliding around his ribs freely, a surprised gasp slips out. Small giggles came right after, instinctively grabbing ahold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor raises a brow, feigning confusion. “Sorry, does this tickle?”

“Yes…I mean, no!” Jayce got too distracted from the ticklish grazes that the question failed to register on time for him to think of an answer that may save his dignity. Viktor nudges Jayce’s firm grip off of his wrist, and he hesitantly does so. His partner looks up, doing incredibly well on not cracking a smile to foil his true intentions. “Yes? No? Which one is it?”

Jayce finds Viktor’s calmness to a newfound discovery nerve-racking, wishing he could read his mind right then and there. This is the first time Viktor has ever tried to tickle Jayce, but the poor man truly believes it was done on accident. He’s been so use to Viktor taking his ticklish onslaughts like a champ and never immediately attacking back, or even days later. Jayce had his own assumption that Viktor would never live up fully to his playfulness and do so much as tickle him back. The guy doesn’t even complete Jayce’s friendly hugs most of the time by wrapping his own arms around him, just kind of standing there until he pulls away.

So that’s why Jayce is sitting here, staring into Viktor’s questioning eyes, not knowing exactly on how to respond. He decides to lie, feeling like there’s no use in telling the truth if Viktor won’t indulge a little more.

“Um, just a little. Felt weird mostly.” He so badly does a terrible job of convincing. He releases a quiet held back sigh, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment when Viktor continued on cleaning after not questioning him a bit more. Viktor created a pattern, dragging the cloth and his fingers across Jayce’s skin that wasn’t ticklish at all. Then in the middle of doing so, he would press more firmly and curl his fingers again just enough for his nails to graze.

Jayce is terrible at holding in his giggles, making weird ‘kcchh!’ noises and sometimes letting a couple out for a few seconds but in a whisper tone as if Viktor isn’t right in front of him to hear them all. “You’re giggling a lot for someone who claims to just be a little ticklish.” Viktor nonchalantly states, placing a hand on top of Jayce’s shoulder to keep him steady. Jayce was about to do another failed attempt of denying until that pattern Viktor was doing met down around his stomach.

Jayce snorts, instantly slapping a hand to cover his mouth in shock as Viktor pauses his movements. His mouth twitches upward for a split second, almost smiling from Jayce’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, so it does tickle.”

“Viktor, wait—“

“You lied to me?”

“Nononono, it’s just that—“

“No need to explain yourself, Jayce. I’ll be careful.” You’d have to be dumb to not practically hear the smile in Viktor’s tone. Both of them, and if anyone else were to be in that room, would very much know that Victor won’t be ‘careful’. Viktor kept up that god forsaken pattern again, but this time letting it tickle Jayce more frequently than it cleaning.

He observed Jayce’s reactions, testing out different areas around his stomach and what brought out a louder reaction than the other. Fingers curling to the middle of his stomach earned him a full boisterous laugh. Nearing his belly button made him receive laughs that shot an octave higher with an occasional whistle coming from the gap of his two front teeth. Cleaning over his belly button made Jayce snort again, a noise Viktor was seeking out for.

Jayce’s rambunctious laugh got Viktor stuck in a trance. How it’s so loud it can be heard from all over Piltover. Jayce’s high pitch snorts coming out only when Viktor tickles somewhere particularly more sensitive. His eyes being closed shut, a random push to Viktor’s face as if it’ll tone down the ticklish sensations. Viktor now understands Jayce completely. He doesn’t want to stop the fun and hearing the flow of his laugh, everything so mesmerizing and ridiculously childish. Viktor could do this all day. 

Two hands grab Viktor’s wrists while a leg kicked out when he dragged the cloth over his belly button again, shaking his head. “Hohold on plehehease!”

Viktor scoffed. “Stop being a baby. I’m not doing anything.” But it was clear as day everything was now being done with purpose. Hands still holding onto Viktor’s wrists, Jayce takes the granted time to catch his breath. “Hehehe…ohohokay, I am one hundred percent sure I’m clean now.”

Viktor tsked, watching him take in air like he ran a marathon. “I think you might be more ticklish than me, Jayce. Isn’t that something?” Jayce abruptly stares at him, peeved. “Ohoho, is that what you think? Let’s put it to the test then.”

Viktor is now the one grabbing at Jayce’s wrists, pushing with all his might out of reach. “No, Jayce! Stop!” Jayce manages to skitter across Viktor’s side, earning him a squeak that he’s terribly embarrassed of. Jayce relishes it.

“What are you, a mouse?” He teases, letting Viktor push his hands away so he can feel like he’s having the upper hand ever so often just to play fair. Viktor stops his attempts of fighting back, shooting a glare but meanwhile grinning. “At least I don’t snort like a pig.”

Viktor just sealed his own coffin shut. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” Jayce gets up from his spot, startling Viktor. He picks him up with ease, showing no effect of Viktor’s shoves and shouts to be put down at once. Jayce lays him down on the couch softly, a location Viktor is all too familiar with by how frequent Jayce pins him down and tickles him mercilessly whenever Viktor, in Jayce’s words, deserves it.

Jayce does not attack right away, taking the time out of pure entertainment to watch him struggle a bit as if by some miracle today is the day Viktor manages to escape Jayce’s evil clutches.

He’s already giggling. “Jahayce, I am telling you now. Do not.” He manages to sit up a bit, hoping to level with Jayce more and seem convincingly threatening when his cold glare meets his eyes.

Jayce’s hands started slowly moving downwards.

“I now know where you’re most ticklish. I promise you, I will not be gentle when my next chance comes if you dare to do this.”

A leap of excitement was felt in Jayce’s heart at those words, causing him to smile and shrug before drilling into Viktor’s hips.

“I can live with that.”

[crimson-constellations]

One of the things I’ve been thinking about since I finished arcane was Jayce’s last speech to Viktor bfr the ending.

When Jayce said his imperfections are not weakness but instead beautiful and made him the man he was today and it worked , it kinda downed on me just how perfectly crafted the timing had been, and how It just wouldn’t have worked any other time. Don’t get me wrong it would have a lot of impact on Viktor, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as groundbreaking as it was in the moment of that last scene. in s1 before he began using the hexcore on himself for example, he’s definitely feel somewhat better about himself but not enough to give up on trying to change everything. Maybe he’s think about it further but I don’t personally think anything would go differently. After he died and absorbed the hexcore though, it really wouldn’t have changed a thing, no explanation needed.

But when he came back as machine herald we could see how the idealization of the glorious evolution evolved to a different level of obsession, the perfectionism all tied up to the emotions that formed him, that self hatred that came with his incapability of getting rid of his illness and disability, it reflected directly onto what drove machine herald’s ambition.

And then comes Jayce, fresh out his worst nightmare of loosing everyone he loves along with the entire fucking planet. Days of walking around injured absorbing the reality of what the world will turn into if he doesn’t end the life of his partner. Then the cave happens, and he suddenly has to endure everything that happened to Viktor in a fucked up, symbolic and faster paced way. (There’s a lot of parallels in there tho I’m not covering them I’m sure someone else already did that)

then he got out, shot Viktor, following the wishes of the Viktor he met in the other realm. After this he got an insight on what Viktor went through all his life, and that, along with what he told him about the perfectionism of the glorious evolution, he had time to fucking think about it and I’m sure he spent some nights awake with that on his mind.

So when Jayce got his last chance to try and convince Viktor he knew just how to crack him. I don’t think he thought of it strategically at all though. He said it not only because he meant it but because when face to face with him his emotions got the best of him (again) and the wish to just get Viktor back that’s what he thought Viktor needed to hear. After what he went through in the arcane, they were connected again and that moment was the only one he could have reached Viktor. His emotions were so strong they were inhuman already, the sole source of his motivation. That recognition from jayce in his most fragile state ( into the hive mind )

It’s the words he needed to hear the most all his life from the person who understood, the one that brought him back.

[jaybirdsandbabybats]

fun little jayvik tidbits from (pre-retcon) league lore for arcane-onlys!

jayce always viewed viktor with rose-tinted glasses. that isn't an arcane-only change they made.

jayce's account of them working together in their academy days:

vs viktor's account:

even in their divorce era, jayce still saw viktor with emotions that he has long since discarded.

jayce's account from the fight:

vs viktor's account:

and finally, in the aftermath:

jayce's account:

and viktor's:

viktor truly won the idgaf wars when it came to jayce in league canon

[linddzz]

honestly funny to me that while Bitch Viktor is taking off in fandom Im now writing him with LESS "pissed off wet cat" energy after season 2

[tradingjack]

yuppeeee just having fun!!!! ig!!!!! consistency Who (i dont know her :)) (thank you for tagging me @creepycoffins i used this opportunity to simply vibe i hope that's ok 😭)

[pinetreevillain]

Still wondering why the FUCK fortiche would make Local Cuisine look like that

[makedonsgriva]

I’ve been reading a lot of posts where people talked about watching Yuri On Ice for the first time back when it was airing in 2016 and it really feels so heartwarming and heartbreaking because can you imagine loving a series so much and being there for it from the start only for it to get cancelled.

I watched YOI for the first time back in mid or late 2019 (don’t remember very clearly), after a friend on tumblr urged me to watch it and it just altered my brain chemistry. I watched the whole thing in a day. And then I proceeded to re watch it very soon. I was obsessed. As a baby gay who was still struggling a lot with their sexuality, never comfortable with the labels, the pronouns, all the nuances and always thinking how do I fit myself into this Queer cardboard box with neat little labels, that show rocked my shit.

Viktor and Yuri didn’t need any labels. There was no grand coming out scene, no need to fight against the world for their love and no struggle with their inner self about wtf am I doing or am I right or wrong. They literally just skated and did their work but they fell in love side by side and it was so so beautiful for me.

A part of me was also dismayed because the kiss scene was censored. The touches, the love they showed was subtle. I felt that this meant many could brush them off as friends. That maybe, just maybe, the love wasn’t as strong and maybe I was just deluding myself. It was only after I rewatched it yesterday after years, I realized how wrong I was to think that. And that in turn helped me realize the progress I’d made in my journey to accept my own queerness. Love is not about grand romantic gestures. It’s about being there for each other and lifting each other up and not caring about how the world perceives you. Especially so in queer relationships. It doesn’t matter how some people might perceive Viktor and Yuri as old pals, we know that they are in love.

They don’t have to be incredibly loud. That love is abundantly clear when Yuri asks Viktor to coach him till he retires and Viktor oh so sweetly replies that he hopes Yuri never retires. It’s clear when Yuri changes a jump in the China Cup to show his love for Viktor. It’s clear when Viktor decides to be with Yuri every step of the way from his journey from the rock bottom to the Runner Up of the Grand Prix Final.

We call everything on this ice love and oh YOI you’ll forever be iconic for giving us queers so much love.

[arom-antix]

Happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend, trophy husband of Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov!

[binghe-malewife-goals]

Viktor wears a red cravat after becoming partners with Jayce

im normal about this im normal about this im normal about this

[sanguine-salvation]

Ow.

Well, 'ow' was perhaps an understatement, but that about the only word they could think of in this much pain. They were not the most... graceful flyer yet, and they would not be for a while yet if this kept up. A throb ran through the bone of their left wing, and no amount of biting their cheek, or clenching their fists, or digging their claws into their tail to distract them could take all the edge off that.

Fine, if their body was going to be stubborn, so would they. They unfurled themself from the too-tight donut curl they'd forced themself into alleyway, taking a sharp bracing breath before reaching their hand up and taking the bulk of meat, bone, and feather into their hand, trying to feel for a break.

This. Was. A bad idea.

"Hrnghh!!!" The noise echoed off the alleyway, and they just barely managed to shove their other arm against their mouth to stifle it. But they knew that had been loud. Ow. Ow. Ow. Well, that was unpleasant. With a sharp suck of air through their teeth, they peeled their arm from their mouth and groaned into their shoulder instead. "Isten bassza meg..."

If only they had something to wrap it up in, sling it up somehow. But no, they didn't even have any clothes to rip up seeing as most clothes did not fit wing and a tail. So they just lashed their tail at the ground and hissed. Yes, at their own wing, it's not like there was anything else to hiss at! Ugh, they were the one to do it! It was just curiosity, and their stupid brain could not figure out how to make them do anything but fold and unfold!

How appropriate that Viktor Zsasz have just the luck to be... cursed or something, shuffled into this baffling fucking fate of monstrous hunger, an inhuman body, heightened senses that made the world unbearably intense. To become this and not even have the luck to have the instruction manual built in.

But it didn't... feel broken. Just sore. Very, very sore. Maybe they'd just... climb up somewhere high, sheltered, curl up like a donut again, and and try to sleep through it...

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