#viktor's flat butt

[viktors-sternomastoid]

Viktor's pained legs (and cute butt) - 9/?

[caramel-maive-chiato]

Another request from me for vander

Just a cute night at the bar (they are married) all the custemers are gone and reader is cleaning up while humming to music. Like I already said in my other request if you could write it a bit longer and fluffy I would love that

Love ya 🙌

Night in the bar - Vander

summary: Working everyday in a bar down in Zaun is exhausting, but your husband, that absolutely loves your voice, makes every night worth it by being your supporter.

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✦ pairing: fem!reader, wife!reader

✦ genre: fluff / comfort

✦ warnings: not really any warning, but there is a little shade on silco haha (no profread btw)

✦ author's note: Hope you like this! I really tried my best on adding details to make it longer and show that comfy, cute vibes! I am working on your viktor request too, but I wanna finish the accidental pregnancy part 2 first. Thank you for being gentle on your requests ♡

It was a late chilly night outside of the last drop, smoke curled lazily near the roof of the bar, evidence of all the people that made a stop down in the trenches for a drink.

You whipped your forehead with your forearm, flicking some messy baby hairs out of your face; friday nights were always exhausting, pool tables filled, stools crowded, drinks and cocktails passing hands between your man and you.

Stopping fights and mingling between strangers and negotiations to prevent blood spills was every day's piece of bread you won for the kids.

And even if this paid better, sometimes you missed the adrenaline of driving the minecarts down in the shaft next to your brother Silco and his best friend, Vander.

As the last client waved goodbye, stumbling off to the door, you grabbed a tray and started filling it with empty glass cups, dry foam around the edges of the used beer glasses, and melted ice inside of rocks cups.

As you lay them on the counter and started emptying the leftover alcohol and water into a bucket, your eyes caught a small twinkle, a forgotten penny. You lifted it and walked to the wall, your hand shifted to the jukebox and the coin went in.

You pressed the same number you always did, the rugged tag staring back at you;  Number 14 - "Our Love"

You started swaying lightly to the music, grabbing the always moist mop you always kept behind the counter to clean spilled drinks, it was more than once that you fell flat on your butt from whiskey puddles on the tiles.

As you started cleaning the dirt and alcohol-filled sticky floor, you started humming to the melody, and then humming became singing.

You always wanted to become a singer; you were the annoying nurse at the mines who always kept a guitar near her when the nights hit, and the group that exited the shaft made a bonfire to cook some sausages and canned spam as dinner.

But everybody in Zaun knew the trenches were the closest thing a person could have to an already written destiny, and your dreams stayed as that, dreams.

You thought you were alone, as your man, Vander, had gone to the back to give the kids goodnight and powder a nice round of scolding for flipping off a pair of enforcers with Ekko.

That is how you always worked, as you weren’t much fond of cops; you two called it the good bartender and the bad bartender; you were the consoling, sensitive mother, and he was the serious, scary dad.

Even tho you could be really scared when angry, you weren’t as collected as he was, so maybe you could slip hurtful words out of your mouth accidentally.

As your singing started getting steadier and steadier, following the melody with your voice and your hips, you got startled by a deep, raspy voice.

"I haven’t heard that in years, honey" he claimed as he lighted a match against the rough wood of the counter "On the bonfires"

"I guess I hadn’t been in the mood for singing in a while" You gently caressed the scar on your arm, courtesy of the enforcers on the bridge

He gently walked to stand behind you, putting his giant arm around your middle, smoke slightly escaping his nose as he inhaled from his pipe.

"Keep singing my love" as he started swaying you slightly, his warmth swallowing the chill you felt from the still parted door.

And you obeyed, you keept humming the melody of the song, your song. While shifting to face him, caressing his tired face with your thumbs.

Your marriage ring gleaming under the dim lights of the bar, maybe it wasn’t an oficial marriage, but no paperwork could tell you how much you loved this man.

No papers could tell you how much you cared about your kids, no papers were needed to remind you that you chose him instead of your brother.

You started twirling arround the bar with the mop, your singing voice reaching his ears so perfectly that he started doing joke calmed faces, as if he was listening to an orchesta.

You finally locked the front door and he poured two whiskey glasses, handling you one.

"Blisters and bedrock honey"

"Blisters and bedrock Vander"

[teddyandrosie]

“You’ve got such a cute little ass, V,” and Jayce couldn’t keep his hands from Viktor’s backside, pinching, cupping, squeezing, a menace but fuck, did those big hands hold so much within them. “I’m so lucky. So excited.”

Pfft.

“You and I both know there isn’t much back there — your praise is wasted.”

“A flat butt can still be cute.”

😭😭😭 canon viktor literally have more ass then jayce concave ass??!!!

LISTEN THIS WAS BEFORE ALL THE HD REFS CAME OUT OKAY!!!!! FORGIVE MEEEEE! also they both have little butts... and they're both adorable!!!!

[arcane-ish]

In defense of 2x07

First let me say, no, 2x07 is not perfect. But I want to talk specifically about the accusation that it was pointless. I deeply, deeply disagree.

1.) It is important for the characters and their motivation

On a just flat out level, the AU deeply affects both Ekko and Jayce emotionally. For Ekko it serves as a reminder about what he should be fighting for and that he needs to be more open about approaching his supposed enemies, which leads directly into him approaching Jinx, which leads directly into the finale where Piltover is at the ropes against Ambessa and Viktor till Jinx/Sevika/The Firelights ride to the rescue. Without Ekko getting that push of insight and motivation.

Similarly, for Jayce it also serves up a reason for his determination in act 2/3. Without the AU no Jayce attacking Viktor and setting up the baseline of the conflict. You can even go more deep and say all the suffering Jayce did in the AU might actually have made him more understanding of Viktor's suffering and set up the big speech.

On a pure hardware level, both Jayce and Ekko take something with them from the AU. Ekko builds his famous Z-Drive (literally from the shards of the Vi explosion) here which he uses against Viktor. Jayce picks up the hammer from the AU.

2.) It is essential for setting up the stakes

Without the Jayce parts of 2x07 and his reaction to it, we would have only a vague idea what he deal is with Viktor and why we should be against it (ie when Viktor takes up people, what does that mean? maybe it just gives people a nice buzz? maybe it would always be contained and never spread beyond the city? maybe the astral plane is good actually) It sets up Viktor's powerlevel as interdimensional.

It also sets up the baseline that as far as the writers are concerned: cooperation between Piltover and Zaun is possible, a better Zaun is possible. I would argue it is there to give us a baseline for Sevika's stay on the council. Yes, we can be cynical whether it would ever change anything about the status quo, but at least we have the AU to think back to and give us hope that change is possible.

3.) It is ESSENTIAL for setting up the themes

Heck, if you can levy a complaint at 2x07 I think it could be that is actually does TOO much heavy duty in setting up the themes. But yes, imo it sets up themes for the rest of the arc.

Particularly:

The scene with Silco thematically sets up like 70% of what happens afterwards. We introduce the idea that even the supposedly worst enemies can forgive each other and that that is a good thing.

Caitlyn approaches Jinx even though we used an entire season to set up how deeply Caitlyn hates her. Ekko approaches Jinx. Zaun and Piltover approach each other and of course in the big climax Jayce approaches Viktor.

Please note that I'm a "Jinx faked her death" truther. IMO this scenes begins the setup of Jinx splitting herself from Vi and going away. It introduces the idea of AU Powder being too scared to venture out, introduces the idea of leaping forward and leaving something behind, but that it's still a good thing.

(even if you are a "Jinx is dead" truther, this theme still works for Vi and her future with Caitlyn)

It also makes the first moves for setting up the "breaking the cycle" themes that will become more explicit in ep 8 and 9.

Let's look at the other side of things. Why do people like it?

1.) It gives as a breather and an alternative to the misery

Yeah, it is completely different from the rest of the season, but that is precisely why people like it, why they flock to it. So much of Arcane in general is tragedy and season 2 has had plenty of misery, Caitlyn hitting Vi with the butt of her gun, the death of Isha. I would argue of course people would latch on to it.

For episode 2x07 the show also really sits down and focuses on a character and an idea and not just in a grimdark way like with Caitlyn in Act 1.

2.) It makes great use of contrasts

Whether it is episode 2x07 contrasting with the rest of Arcane or the AU Zaun being contrasted with the wasteland of Jayce's AU, to the stark difference in how the AU characters relate to each other vis a vis how the main verse characters relate to each other, it's the contrast that gives it power.

If the rest of Arcane wouldn't exist, yes of course it wouldn't hit as hard. But that's what makes it so good. The AU episode draws power from the misery of the rest of the verse, and the main verse draws the potential of hope from the AU.

3.) It tells us something about the characters (most notably Ekko)

I don't think 2x07 would be nearly as effective for the people if wasn't also used to really show us something about Ekko. And it shows us things that feel right and that we likely suspected all along. Whether it, yes Timebomb being made explicit rather than it being mostly a fan theory, but also finally getting to see Ekko in fullblown science mode, to getting to see him as the big damn hero who leaves the more perfect world because he has people in the main verse that need him. To taking the time to show that Ekko is thoughtful and considerate when he paints the Vi mural for AU Powder.

I get why somebody might criticize that instead of having the AU episode we should have had a constant stream of Ekko screentime instead. And yes, I would have loved Ekko being involved in the Isha and "Jinx suddenly has a revolutionary fanbase" and "let's break people out of Stillwater" plot of Act 2 for example.

But at the same time, pacing choices are up to the writers and there can be arguments of holding something back before you give it can be powerful. And with how much love 2x07 is getting from people/reviewers, I think it's one of the gambles that the writers took that mostly paid off. (because again the contrasts are what makes the episode hit so good)

So yes, imo the episode is highly emotionally resonant and deeply, deeply important from a motivational/theming point of view, to the extent you can argue it carries too much weight. I couldn't disagree more with the take that you could delete it and the plot would still work. Yes, of course you could have written a completely different plot and you can disagree with the themes and messages they went with. But with the things they chose to do [ie just the base setup of making Viktor a multidimensional threat], 2x07 is absolutely essential.

[oodlyenough]

arcane s2 act 1

alright might as well collect my thoughts for posterity

first and foremost: obviously the triumphant cackle i was doing the entire hexcore scene. huge W for me, personally. did it always feel like the most logical and narratively satisfying extension from s1? sure. do i trust television to do the most narratively satisfying thing? no. especially not after fandom spent years of the hiatus trying to convince me otherwise

really all the jayvik scenes were, more or less, exactly what i expected/wanted and very satisfying lmaooo. i knew jayce wouldn't give a fuck about the shimmer or unethical experiments. i win!

other stuff i liked:

in the hiatus i've now seen all of yellowjackets and it has made me fonder of ella purnell and by extension jinx, lol. i love sevika and i think their grudging alliance in the wake of silco's death is a fun direction. jinx finding a random dumpster baby and adopting them immediately, silco would be so proud lmfao

i love caitlyn's dictator arc. i have to be honest i found her disney princess schtick in s1 pretty boring, so this is finally something more flawed and dynamic for me to invest in. yes girl get worse

ambessa rules. i was a little rolling my eyes at the "wow she was pulling the strings all along" reveal, bc it was so obvious and i was sort of hoping they'd do something more interesting with her. but this show has never been subtle. either way it still seems ambessa believes she's protecting mel? so i AM curious about how that plays out

i don't know shit about the league lore around the black rose stuff and don't want to <3 knowing league lore has never improved my arcane experience. but those sequences were very cool and took me by surprise. some good body horror with elora. good luck in the nightmare labyrinth mel!

stuff i liked less:

i think the stylized music video sequences are being a little overused. maybe s1 did them as frequently and I forget? anyhow, the police brutality one really worked for me, because it's the kind of info that def needs to be montaged, and the style was cool and engaging. cassandra's funeral ... i understand why they did it but i didn't like the regular arcane models mixed with the charcoal bgs, i found it distracted me from what was meant to be the emotion of the moment. and the jinx montage i found kind of mid.

i do think the pacing feels as breakneck as ever, to its detriment. i said above the jayvik stuff all played out basically as i wanted, which is more-or-less true, but viktor just be like I Have To Go Now was a bit abrupt. i can excuse a lot of that on the basis that i don't think viktor is really himself anymore because of the hexcore -- very flat emotionally, etc. and i assume we'll see them butt heads again later in the season. but still, the hextech weapons, the nonconsensual hexcoring, etc, would've expected something a little more explosive lol

plus, then we shift from that scene to the Furby Comedy Hour and jayce and heimerdinger having like a nonreaction to each other despite how acrimoniously they parted or how emotionally charged jayce must be sleeping next to viktor's empty cocoon etc... felt whiplash-y to me. but i hate heimerdinger and ekko teaming up to begin with lmao (and ofc ekko directs his frustrations with piltover to jayce, and not the 300 year president furby he has no beef with for some reason)

this extends to vi's decision to pick up the badge, etc. stuff just happens really quick and the fact that the passage of time in the show isn't very clear doesn't really help. i can understand why riot didn't want to spend two decades making five seasons of this show, but 2 seasons will probably feel too short imo.

[number1yisuchongfan]

The Concerto🎻🎶

Summary:

I promised you that first night, and I made a vow to you that I swear I can achieve for you before I cross that line, so let me keep it before I must leave. Goodbye, my friend, I hope I didn’t disappoint you….

Who’s-Who Character Guide:

Norm MacLean - Jayce Talis

Thaddeus - Viktor

Veronica - Sky Young

Bud Askins - Cecil B. Heimerdinger

Chet - Sheriff Marcus

Lucy MacLean - Caitlyn Kiramman

Hank MacLean - Cassandra Kiramman

Stephanie Harper - Mel Mededra

(Monty might, lowkey, be Maddie Nolan?)

Word Count: 5.8K • Rating: Teen • Chapters: 1/1

(Read on Ao3 Here)

“Can you hand me my wrench, Thad?”

A hum to his left, and cool steel was soon pressed into Norm’s waiting palm and the minute his fingers wrapped itself around the flat shaft, he went to work tightening up some loose bolts on their newest prototype for a HexGem-powered robot’s chassis. They hadn’t decided its purpose yet, all they had the general idea of it being to help with unloading heavy and dangerous items from boats and airships, but who cared about the nitty gritty at the moment?

“I don’t get how you could lay on the ground doing that all day,” Thaddeus mused to the air, leaning back in his chair with his ankle resting comfortably in Norm’s own empty chair, a cup of coffee in his hand. “I’d much rather be outside working with my hands on something else. Something real.”

“Well, once I’m done with these last few tweaks to this hunk of junk,” Norm gritted, tightening a bolt a bit tighter and huffing at the squeaking that erupted from the metal body. “We can work on your agrochemical theory of HexTech I promise, we’ll go to the countryside and everything.”

“That’s not what I meant, Norm. I meant going out to eat somewhere and working on anything else but this,” Norm used his feet to roll himself and the dolly he was using to keep his head and back from the cold concrete floor below out from underneath the robot, his brow raised. “The Distinguished Innovator's Competition can wait for a few more hours. It’s not for another week.”

“I know it can but this is the first time I’m sure nothing is going to blow up,” Norm huffed, sitting up with a grunt as Thaddeus looked out their lab’s giant glass windows with a small smile. “What are you smiling about now?”

“Oh nothing,” ‘oh nothing’ my butt…

Norm got up on shaky legs as he grumbled at that nothing response, tossing his wrench and stained leather gloves onto their shared desk all while Thaddeus watched, sipping his coffee still with that smile that meant nothing good was going to come out of his mouth. “You just have some oil on your cheek, better clean it before it stains your skin black.”

“What?” Norm gawked as he bolted to their lab’s mirror with an urgency he normally only left to coffee-induced panic attacks before deadlines and hungover depressive episodes, quickly cleaning it away with a handkerchief that he really did hope didn’t make it any worse.

The other man made a noise, a mix between a chuckle and an exasperated sigh, as he watched Norm readjust his tie and fluff up his hair in the tiny, cracked mirror. The main door opened with a loud creaking, light footsteps following meaning Veronica, their assistant (and Norm’s close friend), was here with more coffee and reports for them both. “How are the both of you? I hope it’s not too tiring or stressful with the robot or anything, it looks great so far.”

“It’s so far steady and should be ready in time, Miss Chey. The HexGem hasn’t rejected the casing we made for it so it doesn’t burn through the metal of the golem,” Thaddeus smiled with a glint in his turquoise eyes as he met Veronica’s own honey-brown, Norm tried not to let his jealousy pike up as he went back to his mirror to readjust his ascot some more. “Though, that ass over there is refusing to do anything but work, practically had to beg this guy to go out for a bite.”

Veronica snorted loudly, smiling brightly. “You should’ve seen him before he was younger, he’d overwork himself to the point he’d vomit from the stress it took on him.”

“It’s not my fault that my father put a lot of pressure on me at such a young age, Veronica,” Norm said with a pout, fixing his hair one last time before turning around to grab his waistcoat. “Now, I'm craving something Ionian with a kick, maybe Pallasi?”

From the furrowed brow he got from Thaddeus and the confused glint, he hadn’t got a clue what he was saying. “Noodles, Thad, do you want noodles?”

“As long as there’s some crab, I don’t care,” Thaddeus got up, slowly and carefully as he let his weight fall upon his braced leg with a soft hiss. Veronica, ever the doting person she was, was by his side in an instant with a soft smile and his walking stick (technically it’s a cane, but Thaddeus was ashamed to call it that) in her outreached palm. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Thaddeus,” Veronica purred with a smile, watching with a smile as both mechanics moved out towards the main door to leave. “I’ll do some diagnostics on your robot, Norm!”

“Thank you, Veronica!” Norm called out as Thaddeus pulled the heavy metal door shut with a grunt, leaning against his walking stick as Norm pulled on his waistcoat with a small huff. He really did like her, being his friend in all, but her infatuation with Thaddeus was always a sticking point. “I know this little pop-up near the Academy gardens that has the best Pallasi-Style Ionian noodles in all of Piltover, plus their tea-smoked yellow crab is to die for.”

𒊹︎> •~𐬾☢︎︎𐬿~• <𒊹︎

“Don’t you have anything better to do than waste away in the lab or in your rooms back at the instate outside of our work hours?” Norm asked, waving his chopsticks about as he watched Thaddeus peel and toss honey-brown egg shells into a tiny bowl the pop-up had offered him. “Like come to one of my family’s parties for once! You live in our home and you appear with me in the papers. People do ask about you and want to know the other half of HexTech for themselves.”

The auburn haired man scoffed at that statement, not believing the words for a second, and Norm pouted. “Sure, and embarrass your dad with the sight of a coughing ex-miner mingling with his son more than he has to? Sure, I’ll even wear a jester costume to make myself more of a laughing stock.”

“You wouldn’t embarrass him,” Norm tried to shoot back but he couldn’t lie even to himself. His father was a judgmental man, especially with those from the Underground, and Thaddeus even if hide his thoughts or feelings (which he did well), he’d still manage to get Councilorman MacLean gritting his teeth in frustration. “Or me. I’m sure they’d respect you, and I get awfully lonely…”

“Doesn’t that Bruce guy still attend? Why not dance with him? Or even the assistant to Professor L. Hawthorne?” Thaddeus offers up, and Norm watches as the other man soon after stuff his face with the honey colored tea egg and take a hardy bite.

“One, I hate Bruce and you do as well so why suggest him in the first place,” Norm looked away and towards where the chef, a bird-like Vastaya was slicing up root vegetables and searing them on the burning hot stone griddle. “And second, Chauncey Amada and I are exes. Despite what he says happened, I’m the one who dumped him and Lloyd really should’ve picked a better assistant than him.”

Thaddeus scoffed, wiping his hands with a napkin and smiling wolfishly. “If it makes you feel better, when I was TA-ing for Professor Askins before we met; I purposely failed him by switching his grades about.”

Norm gawked, a bright smirk adoring his square face with a bit of selfish joy at his ex’s misery dawning in his eyes as well. “That was you? He was mad about getting such an awful grade on his biochemistry final when I was dating him that he broke his hand trying to punch a lamppost outside my dorm. Why did you do it?”

“He took the last sweet roll out of the commissary before I could get it,” came the rather simple response, Thaddeus moving to pluck up a crab leg with his fingers (he had refused to use chopsticks for some reason) and suffered it eagerly into his waiting mouth.

“Really?” Norm blinked, his chopsticks rattling against the porcelain bowl as he dropped them.

“Simple as that.” Another slurp as Thaddeus sucked his fingers and palm dry off the crab’s juices and their marinade the crab had been soaked in. “Sweet Janna, this shit is delicious.”

“I broke up with him over that, and other reasons, but that was one of them…” There had been many factors, one being the fact that Chauncey was an asshole prick who would trash his lab and get drunk with his friends on their date nights, but another was that he was a tad violent. Not towards Norm at all, the worst he did was insult him when they broke up, but he’d punch walls and lamp posts that led to not having to pay for their repairs. “Thank you.”

“For indirectly helping you make the decision to dump his ass?” Thaddeus filled in the blanks easily, like he always did, while plucking up another hunk of crab meat with his long fingers.

“For that, yes,” Norm snickered, feet swinging under the table and his cheeks getting a bit blushed at Thaddeus’s charming grin. “But for also getting me out of the lab, I hadn’t realized how much I needed this until just now.”

“I would call you a godawful workaholic,” Thaddeus began, licking his thumb and thin lips with a broad tongue. “But I’m also one so that’d be calling pot calling the kettle black kinda situation. I just could tell you needed a break and that you weren’t gonna take it until you passed out, plus… I was hungry.”

“Then please eat more,” Norm offered Thaddeus a napkin before the man wet his hands in bright red saliva. “We have a kitchenette in our lab for that exact reason, and I’m willing to eat with you if that makes you more comfortable.”

The other man’s foot tapped against the cobble floor with a grit. “I take so much as it is, Norm— Living in your home, using your money to pay for medical expenses— and I don’t wanna take anymore.”

“But you aren’t taking that much,” Norm took Thaddeus’s (clean) hand, thumb grazing over each knuckle. The other man paused in stuffing another chunk of dripping meat into his mouth, sauce dripping down his chin as he looked between their joined hands and Norm’s gentle gaze. “You may live in my home and I may help you pay for your checkups and physical therapy, but it’s alright to need help with things like this. I have enough money and I care about you.”

Thaddeus thought for a moment, watching Norm’s eyes before pulling his hand away and grabbing another napkin. “… You’re too nice.”

“And you’re just so awful,” Norm teased, swinging his feet under the table, hands pulling away, with a rather kind smile covering his lips that he saw warm up Thaddeus’s flat cheeks as well. “… So? Will you come to the party before the Distinguished Innovator’s Competition? It’s hosted in the Academy Banquet Hall this year after all so we wouldn’t be going too far away from the lab.”

“Maybe,” Thaddeus tossed his used napkin into Norm’s empty rice bowl, those buck teeth falling over his thin bottom lip as he wryly chuckled. “Just some rules.”

Norm nodded, “of course.”

“I’m not wearing some fancy Piltovan shit that’s gonna show off my body,” Thaddeus began, fingers swiftly plucking up another chunk of crab and swinging it about as he talked. It flung sauce about in thin strings, sticking to the table and the taller man’s thick fingers. “And I ain’t gonna play whatever game your dad wants me to play at this party. I get to decide what I wanna do; not him.”

“My father isn't evil,” Norm assured teasingly, and tried not to get too defensive at the scoff he got in return. “I promise.”

“Good, and one last thing,” Norm arched a brow, watching as Thaddeus stuffed the chunk of warm meat into his mouth, chewing as he spoke. Norm cringed. “I’m not kissing any person’s ass.”

“Will you at least stay by my side during the night?” Norm softly muttered, his expression a bit glum.

Thaddeus went soft, shoulders relaxing as his tongue quickly lapped up the bright orange red juice that stained his lips and the corners of his mouth.

“I just… I don’t want to be alone when I’m drunk,” came the skittish response, Norm’s eyes awkward and a tad apprehensive. A few unspoken words hung heavy between. Around him.

“I uh,” Thaddeus scratched his jaw as he spoke, nodding. “Sure. I’ll stay right by your side… like I already do.”

“Thank you, you’re my hero, Thad,” Norm batted his eyelashes as he breathed out his thanks, a charming smile on his lips and his face in a kind expression of gratitude.

Thaddeus may be from the Undercity, and he may be a bit sickly looking with his sunken eyes and his ankle brace, but he was still rather strong. He had nice muscles and his subtle tattoos that peeked from under his shirt collar gave him this… look. A good look. A tough look with his scarred brow and his nice muscles.

It’d scare anyone off, I’d scare Bruce off and away from him for the night, if Thaddeus’s face wasn’t so soft. It was round, plump even with his hollowing cheeks, with kind blue eyes that sparkled and glimmered like their HexTech gemstones did when brought to life by their machinery.

Norm remembered that first night, in Professor Askins’s laboratory in the main Academy building, that night when Thaddeus had pulled him close to chest after Councilor Harper had caught them trying to break into the Dean’s office.

“Oh fuck, this isn’t my bedroom! I’m sorry, Normy, but I guess I got the wrong door,” Thaddeus had cooed, hand on Norm’s hip had been tight and his awkward smile kind in a way that had wormed itself into the young man. “Sorry Councilwoman…”

She hadn’t bought it. Obviously.

Though the thought that Thaddeus considered him worthy enough to even pretend to take back to his room was completely breathtaking, and it stole his breath at the time. And it still did now, two years later, and he found himself falling even more in love with this so-called hard to love man from the Undercity.

“I’m not, really.”

Norm shook his head. “You are to me.”

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“A dance, Dr. MacLean? I notice you look quite alone over here and looking awfully bored tonight,” came a grating yet familiar voice to Norm’s left, a large gloved hand coming over his shoulder to lightly grip it. The short man gulped, hand on his champagne flute tightening as the women around him and who once been talking at him giggled and cooed to each other.

Norm’s eyes looked up, steeling his face the best he possibly could as that filthy palm ran down his back and to rest on his hip. “I’d rather not share a dance together right now, Officer Du Bois. Maybe later.”

“Oh? Do you have another dance partner in mind?” Bruce asked with genuine surprise it seems, his hand moving to fiddle with his tailcoat’s golden chain that connected his pocket watch to his coat, playing with the chain. “I don’t see anyone else asking for a dance with you.”

“Well, he’s just taking his time. He's a rather busy man with all his work in the lab and such,” Norm gently knocked the hand off his waist with a flick of his hip, sipping on his flute as he moved away towards the other women with a fake smile to the older Enfoncer. “I’m sure you’d understand.”

“But—”

“You’re just going to have to wait for it, Officer,” Norm turned his back, tailcoat fluttering and swaying with his rather dramatic turn like a pair of powder blue wings dipped in gold.

Bruce glared at him, harsh and full of dismay at the rejection, though didn’t follow and soon scoffed, walking away as Norm let out a deep, shaky breath.

Fine, see if I care! The gesture said.

“Who’s the lucky man?” One of the women, a tall cat-like Vastayan woman with a feathery headpiece moving about with her giggling, asking with a shrill giggle. Her long tail swayed about and curled around his heeled boot. “And when is he going to make an appearance tonight?”

“Yes, who is he? Oh please tell us, Dr. MacLean!” Another woman, a slender human woman who had traveled all the way from Noxus and wore a beautiful dress adorned with gold and rubies, pleaded with a pout of her golden lips.

“He should be here any minute, like I said to Officer Du Bois,” a long sip from his flute, his eyes shutting for a moment, “he is a rather busy man.”

The women pouted. Some more footsteps and another hand landed upon his shoulder, but this time, Norm didn’t fret over this touch.

“I haven’t seen Thaddeus yet,” Chet bent forward to whisper in his ear, his tall guardsman hat under his arm and his white gloves pristine. “Are you sure he’s actually going to come tonight? I know he hates this kind of event and stuff…”

“He’ll come. He promised me,” Norm assured, trying to seem polite from the growing sense of worry fuming in his gut at possibly being stood up once more. “If he doesn’t show up in a few more minutes, could you go to our lab and see if he’s in there?”

Chet nodded once, “of course.”

The younger man pulled out his keys, swiftly handing them over to the Deputy Sheriff of the Piltovan Police Department with a tight-lipped smile. “Just be quick with it.”

Chet nodded once more, leaning out of his space and nodding to a few of his officers standing near the entrances as they made their ways out of the Banquet Hall and down the Academy halls for the missing scientist.

“So?” One of the women asked, her thin brow raised. “Is he coming soon?”

“He’s on his way…” Norm began, looking about the room and especially towards the main entrance for the Grand Banquet Hall, gulping as less and less people moved through his golden doors. “He just got a bit lost.”

“Oh, Norm,” the Vastayan lady whispered, tail tightening while looking about the other women as her clawed, slender hand laid upon his shoulder with a pitiful expression. “That’s what men say to let you down easy.”

“Well, you don’t know him like how I know him,” Norm pulled away, freeing his boot, sipping from his flute once more as he turned away with yet another flick of tailcoat. Is this why Thaddeus didn’t want to come?

The pitiful stares, the demeaning looks, the lustful stares at his body wrapped tightly in clothes he didn’t have any choice in choosing for the evening. Norm moved easily and as elegantly as a bird despite being a bit buzzed, smiling the best he could and quickly disposing of his flute and picking up another from a passing waiter with a golden tray.

Norm looked about, trying to ignore all the stares and gazes upon him as he walked about the vaulted banquet hall, as his dark boots clicked on the patterned and polished black marble flooring below until he found himself at his sister’s side.

Lucy was dressed in an elegant flowing cobalt blue dress that was lined with Ionian pearls and Noxan gold, a cut in the side showing of her long leg, her ceremonial sword and leather adored scabbard from her old fencing days and her embroidered pinet heels, along with a fluffy stole boa made from the wool of a Targon Erbrok.

Her husband, Monty, a slender fox-like Vastaya with a sharp tail and a long snout, was comfortable holding her close as they talked to some Freljordian ambassadors.

“Ah, Dr. MacLean! The creator of HexTech!” One of the ambassadors, a tall ginger man with a thick beard and a heavy gut, purred, large hand landing on his shoulder with such force the small man gulped. “You are much smaller than I would have thought.”

“Co-Creator of HexTech, actually, my business partner, Thaddeus, is on his way to the party and I’m sure he’d love to hear your praise as much as I do,” Norm replied easily with a well-practiced smile for the ambassadors. Lucy smiled at him, lips curled up in her grin to show how much she cares about Thaddeus’s mention as he spoke, though the ambassadors seemed confused.

“And why have I never heard of this Thaddeus before, Doctor?” The other ambassador, a muscular woman in a tight pale dress that showed off her muscles, inquired.

“He’s a very private man naturally. He just… prefers it this way,” Norm explained with a swoon he tried to suppress but couldn’t, swishing his flute about and looking down into the amber reflected back to him. “He’s not into the limelight unlike myself and he tends to get anxious due to his background from the Undercity.”

“The Undercity? Where is that?” The male ambassador asked, confusion clear on his stocky, square face, thick brows furrowed.

“The more industrial part of Piltover,” Lucy swiftly explained with a lilting smile, looking to her baby brother with a look of surprise in her eyes at Norm actually bringing it up at such an event. “He used to work as a miner near the Cliffs and then as an assistant to Councilman Askins for his industrial robotics skills.”

“Ah, makes sense you would turn to him for help with HexTech then!” The male ambassador hollered out, patting the short man’s shoulder so roughly the champagne in Norm’s flute almost spilled out all over his powder blue suit. “He must be very smart then. You must show us him whenever he arrives so we can see if you are correct about his genius.”

“Incredibly so,” Norm replied with an awkward laugh he hoped to Janna he sounded natural in any manner. “And I will, as soon as he arrives, Ambassadors.”

They both nodded and laughed among themselves in another language, bowing with large, boisterous smiles, and soon left to mingle with others. Which meant his sister’s lovely stare was now on him. “What the heck was that?”

“I was simply answering their questions, Lucy,” Norm replied simply, sipping from his flute as Lucy shook her head and Monty’s ears perked.

“You know you can’t say that shit about the Undercity at these kinds of events,” the fox-like man snorted, tail flicking about and his pawed feet scratching at the marble floor. “What would your daddy say?”

“Oh he’d curse me out from even uttering it’s name I’m sure,” Norm sighed to himself. “But I don’t care. Thaddeus is important to me and I won’t have him forgotten by people no matter how much he wants to stay out of the light,” Norm looked to Lucy, brow raised, “so why did you ‘correct’ me? Thaddeus is from the Undercity and doesn’t try to hide it.”

“Like Monty said,” Norm rolled his eyes as his sister tutted him, snarling to himself at such a response. “What would Dad say if he heard you saying that?”

“I don’t care,” Norm gritted out.

Lucy shook her head, clearly exasperated as she took his flute away from him and passed it to Monty to hold. “You have to care about this one thing.”

“Care about what?”

Norm was nearly spooked by the sound of his partner, appearing from behind him, and lost control of his breath when he turned around to look at Thaddeus. He was flanked by Chet, who was holding Thaddeus’s walking stick and handing it to the robotist with a tilt of his head. Chet quickly left soon after with a nod.

“Thaddeus! I’m glad you could make it,” Lucy outreached her hand, pearly teeth smiling as the auburn haired man took her gloved hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles in polite fashion. Norm bristled at the sight, while Lucy just giggled and gave him a playful shove. “Oh stop it with the politeness! Norm here was starting to worry.”

“I’m really sorry, I just lost track of time and then I missed my ride and… I hope I wasn’t too late,” Thaddeus laughed awkwardly at the playfulness as he looked down to Norm, taking his cane and adjusting his tie with a heavy sigh.

Norm didn't mind his partner’s lateness now, gulping and taking a shaky breath, because holy…

Thaddeus was dressed in a rather dark outfit— a nearly black red velvet waistcoat embroidered with a flora design with matching high waisted velvet knickerbockers. His shirt was a lighter red (yet it was still dark enough that it came out nicely against his pale skin), cotton and tight around his forearms and biceps in a manner that was taking Norm’s breath away. Tied around his waist was a dark yet silvery sash that glittered about and shimmered in the hall’s chandelier light.

His shoes were plain, similar boots that he typically wore but clearly it had been polished lovingly and the silver accents shimmered. Around his neck, laid a white ascot— similar to one he wore when he was Professor Askins’s personal assistant and that first night they met properly— that held a tie pin, unlike his typical simple gold, was now a silvery one that was made to be similar to House MacLean’s emblem that held a bright blue crystal, one of their HexGems. Two wrenches holding the crystal in the middle.

Such a bold move for a man who hated to make them in situations like these.

Norm gulped tightly, pulling at his own cornflower blue tie to let some air into his throat and stop himself from choking out. Holy shit, I think I’m in love.

“You uh… you weren’t too late. More so fashionably late enough to not seem rude,” Norm slowly responded with a stutter, trying to calm his flushed face.

“That’s good,” Thaddeus’s walking stick tapped against the marble floor as he leaned against it, lessening the strain on his ankle brace. “I just wasn’t expecting all of…”

The scientist waved his hand about to the rest of the room, frowning before scratching at his stubbly chin. “This.”

“Well, I hope it isn’t too much,” Lucy quipped, fixing her stole boa with a gentle smile. “The Council really outdid themselves this year, didn’t they? It’s beautiful!”

Thaddeus hummed, nodding. “You could say that.”

“Would you like anything to drink? Eat perphaps?” Lucy motioned for two servers to come close, a smile on just face. Thaddeus huffed, hooking his cane on his arm, but still took a champagne flute and a tiny slice of bread covered in bright yellow caviar without much push back, stuffing his mouth with the hors-d’œuvre. “I’m glad, once again, you could make it. Whatever Norm did to make you come around I greatly appreciate it.”

Thaddeus thickly swallowed and Norm took a step forward, smiling up at his partner. “Well, all it took was some crab and some well-placed pleading for company.”

Lucy awe’d and Thaddeus shook his head when Monty barked out a laugh of his own. “I wouldn't call it ‘pleading;’ you more like… gently assured me it’d be worth my while and not a shitshow.”

Monty barked another bout of laughter out, slapping his knee almost at Thaddeus’s language while the two Piltovan around him awkwardly stared and chuckled along.

This might be a long night but, Norm thought as he gently hooked his arm around Thaddeus's own, smiling as sweetly as he could while chuckling. Those eyes landed on him, soft and gleaming, and did it make it worth all this embarrassment and anger he knew this night would cause him. As long as he’s by my side; I’ll be alright.

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“A dance?”

Thaddeus was sitting on a chair, nursing another flute of champagne in his hand, as Norm stood in front of him with an outreached palm. It was a risky move, truly, but Norm didn’t care much with how many glasses he’s had so far just tonight, and it seemed Thaddeus didn’t much mind either by that wry smile on his chin.

“I thought I was just here to provide security from that creep hitting on you and trying to get you alone,” Thaddeus seemed so perplexed by the hand offered to him, glancing between the palm covered in a black glove and the man who stood before him clad in powder blue and gold. “Not to actually dance.”

“Is that what I said while at lunch that day last week? I don’t remember saying anything like that,” Norm quirked a brow, tone teasing yet soft with affection was clear. “I distinctly remember calling you ‘my hero’ for agreeing to come.”

Thaddeus thought for a second, nodding his head as he curled his bottom lip to the side to bite at it. “I guess that’s right…”

“So will you? I'd love to enjoy our time here and give a big ‘f-you’ to the room and especially my father,” the younger man gushed, swiftly taking the flute and tossing it into a plant pot and taking the other man’s larger bare hand into his own gloved palm. He tugged the other scientist to his feet, playfully smirking. “I thought you’d love that.”

“Eh, that sounds fun…” Thaddeus doubtfully said, looking about the eyes that looked over at the buzzed young men that giggled out onto the dancefloor with furrowed brows and sneering mouths.

Boots clicked on the floor, Norm’s laughter gentle and kind as he pulled and tugged at those larger hands so they rested on his hip and the small of his back, while Norm’s own hands locked behind the taller man’s neck.

The music had slowed, the lead violist’s notes high and the rhythm it brought and seemed to flow through the younger bones so deeply moving him on each step he took.

“People are watching their Golden Boy dance with a slumprat.” Came through to Norm’s ear as Thaddeus matched his step with each low and high of the orchestra, matching his movements as he took the more traditionally masculine role of such a dance.

“Who cares about that?” Norm was twirled, on the tip of his black leather boot and the gold tipped tails of his vest twirling about with him as Thaddeus spung and soon dipped him down, voice in his ear heady and tight.

“Your dad is watching his son flaunt about with a dirty trencher, that’s who cares.” The quick twirl that lead to Norm outreaching his arm to the vaulted ceiling above as Thaddeus brought him to his chest was sickeningly tender, almost loving as the concerto sounded as though his own thoughts and Thaddeus’s own were mashed together, hand on his hip right.

“I could care less what he thought of me,” Norm brought his hand up, knuckles so gently running over Thaddeus’s chin as he plucked and spun about and soon dipped once more, an undignified sound leaving his throat as the violin fluttered and flitted about, the piltovan horns matching with enthusiasm, the drums booming off the stained glass windows. “All I care about is your opinion.”

A shift in the music matched the scoff from his partner, near violent in its change as Norm’s boots landed back on the ground and the hand on his hip tightened. Thaddeus spun them about, the short man’s feet only barely leaving the marble as he spun out and quickly pulled back in. “Councilwoman Harper is watching too.”

“Like I care.” Thaddeus’s hands couldn’t leave his back, his hips, and his waist, as he once again spun them about and dipped them forward to each lilt and flutter of the violin like the most beautiful dance of will-they-won’t-they a drunken dance like this could produce. “Fuck her.”

More spinning, so much it was making everything but that flustered grin and gleaming turquoise eyes that watched his every move with bated breath bleary and unimportant, the music growing and growing and growing.

It was like that first night, that perfect night, when they had been floating up in Askins’s lab, smiling and dancing about practically with their eyes falling on each other’s glowing eyes and floating hair.

That night had been perfect, bones full of electricity, and oh this joy that had filled him at that moment now took him in such a moment as now, his forehead pressed again Thaddeus’s breast pocket as large hands gripped at his waistcoat and fluttered him about to the sound they filled their soul and room.

The space between the hot, stuffy almost and full of cotton while their ears rang and their breaths shook with the force of it all.

“I…” Norm tried to begin, stepping away with a shaky palm, reality crashing in on him as he looked around Thaddeus to where his father was watching on with a glare, to where Stephanie was watching on with Lucy and Monty and chatting among them, to where Bruce was staring at him with fire in his dark eyes from near a pillow. All the gazes of the room were on him now, the ringing getting worse. “I-I shouldn’t have…”

The hand on the small of his back and hip left, a heated breath that reeked of sweet champagne and fish eggs came over his flush-red face. “I get it. You regret this…”

But you really don’t… I don’t regret it. I loved it! Why can’t I just say that?!?

Norm tried to speak, but nothing but a trembling squeak came out that sputtered into a pathetic whimper, his eyes watering and his hands trembling.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Thaddeus, oh sweet Thaddeus, brought his palm up to wash his tears away with a broad thumb, hand coming around his back and resting between his shoulder blades as he brought him back towards his family. “Everybody makes mistakes when they’ve drunk too much.”

Norm wanted to squeak, to exclaim at the top of his lungs he didn’t regret the dance, or anything this night has brought between them, but still. Nothing came out. Pathetic really.

“Sorry about that, Councilman MacLean,” Thaddeus calmly stated, handing Norm’s trembling hand to his father as he bowed.

“I think it’s best if you leave, Thaddeus. Before you ruin this night and destroy my boy’s reputation more than you’ve already done.”

Norm gawked at those words, looking between his father, who glared with daggers at the other man, and at Thaddeus, who shut his eyes as he scoffed and walked away with a click of his walking stick and a heavy frown.

But…

The young man wanted to say something, to make sense of all of this, but still. Nothing came, nothing was heard, and all he could was watch the crowd part for Thaddeus, as if a sea was opening to let the man go, letting go walk a shameful route for embarrassing such a high family with his mere presence, his existence.

How pitiful.

[gaal-dornick]

new sighting of the true to size brazilian machine herald viktor statue, and of course, new pics of its flat shriveled lil butt. a joyful day

[tseecka]

@barnespls drew me the sweetest li'l JayVik sketch! Look at their pose! Their faces (Jayce's expression kills me, it's so sweet and vulnerable and needy, and Viktor's is so loving and indulgent, I am obsessed...)! The softness of the lines, the casual intimacy of their positioning, asldkgjdajgalkdjgalkjfakshga!

Anyways so I had to write about it obviously!

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"Jayce, what is it?" Viktor asks quietly. He rests his fingertip on the page, marking his place as he pores through the proof, checking it once more for errors. "I was not expecting you back for another hour or so."

Jayce offers him a half-smile, but it melts from his face as quickly as it appeared as he scrubs a hand over his forehead and back, over his hair. "Council," is all he supplies; Viktor supposes, giving it a moment's consideration, that that's all he has to say.

He sets the notebook aside next to his hip, pages splayed and spine cracking, as Jayce's heavy footfalls cross the hard floor of their shared laboratory space. His partner has looked more tired every time he returns from another one of these useless Council meetings. Jayce tries his best to insulate him, he knows, not sharing the minutiae of what goes on in these discussions; but he's smart, and has many years of experience learning to read between the lines when Pilties attempt to be polite and politic around him. Usually, he is the butt of the joke in the lines spoken without speaking. With Jayce, it's the opposite.

He has managed to put together what happens behind those closed doors. The way Jayce is forced to stand at his seat and argue for the right of his people--Viktor's people--to exist. To lead lives that are rich and full, not bookended by suffering upon tragedy until they end far too soon. The way he must walk a precarious tightrope between ensuring the continued future of HexTech, and their dream, and finding ways to balance the pocketbooks of their investors. The way he has to put a price to every smile, every breath of unpoisoned air, of the people living in the fissures, so that he can balance the chequebook against the continued propserity of Piltover and the interests of its noble houses.

Jayce never complains, and he never gives up; but Viktor sees the weight of it on him, anyway, knows how much his partner would give to just be allowed to exist in their lab and work on the science and make the progress they've been dreaming of since this all started.

The meat of Jayce's palms collide with the edge of the lab bench, where Viktor has perched; when struggling with a particularly troublesome quandary, he sometimes finds benefit in finding a new physical perspective, to go along with the mental gymnastics of looking at the problem in a new way. He will suffer for this tomorrow, his back complaining from sitting on the unforgiving metal, his leg screaming from lack of proper support. But as Jayce leans, his weight pitching forward as though he is pulled toward's Viktor's frame, he thinks it must be a worthwhile cost.

"You are worth ten of them," he murmurs, as Jayce's head collides with his sternum. The man nuzzles his temple into the hard bone beneath Viktor's shirt and vest, pushing, as though he could get closer. In answer, Viktor lays his palm along Jayce's cheek, urging him gently nearer, to turn his head and rest his ear where he knows Jayce will hear his heart beating. He cradles Jayce's jaw in his hand, fingertips gently circling the flat plane just in front of his ear, massaging away the tension he knows he must be carrying in his jaw after hours of clenching it against the impulsive words and frustrated shouts Jayce wishes he could voice.

He feels as Jayce sags into him, the long, juttering sigh that he breathes, ruffling the lapel of Viktor's shift. Jayce lifts his own arms, wrapping them tightly around Viktor's slight frame. "I'm not worth anything, if I can't convince them to fund this project," he complains in a low mutter. Viktor tchs, and lower his head to press a kiss to the top of Jayce's hair.

"The Council does not decide the worth of the lives of the people of Zaun," he reminds Jayce gently, echoing back a paraphrased version of Jayce's own, oft-repeated, impassioned speeches, kindly spitting Jayce's own words back at him; then adds his own little flair to it. "Nor do they decide your worth. I think, perhaps, I am somewhat more of an expert on that subject than the stuffy Piltover elite, hmm?"

Jayce huffs a quiet little laugh, but says nothing, neither agreeing nor disagreeing; though Viktor feels the way his fingers tense where they hold gently to the back of his vest, his other hand spasming a little, clutching for safety against Viktor's thigh. That's all right, he thinks to himself. It is always hardest for Jayce to hear praise when he is fresh off of a defeat. He nuzzles deeper into Jayce's hair, breaking the cast of the styling products and separating the strands into something soft that he can nestle into. His lips purse in another, soft kiss.

"And I am telling you, miyela, that you are much more than whatever small box they have convinced you to tuck yourself away inside, today. Or do you not trust me, to know what is what?" His other arm comes up and around Jayce, gently stroking at the hairs at the nape of his neck, rubbing soothing little circles there, too. You have not disappointed me, he thinks, tries to communicate without words. You go to battle for me every day, and though you might not see it that way, that alone is enough. He can't think about it too much; it makes his heart ache.

He is gratified when that gets another soft laugh from Jayce, and this time, a tired but determined little nod. The warmth of Jayce's cheek is slowly smouldering through his clothes; it's a little damp, too, but Viktor chooses not to comment on it. Jayce has always been open with his emotions; they spill out his eyes more often than they do not, and Jayce does not appreciate it being commented on.

He pats Jayce's cheek gently with his hand, prompting the man to pull his face away from Viktor's chest, eyes blinking open and up at Viktor in a way that never fails to make his heartbeat stutter. He does his best to ignore it. "We will regroup, and tomorrow, we will try again. For today--perhaps you can help me decipher this proof? I am not certain that our application of Ramboldt's theory of equivalency has been correctly applied..." Jayce stays where he is between Viktor's knees, but reaches out for the notebook, flipping it over to see the work that Viktor has been reviewing. Entwined together in casual intimacy, they put their heads together, and continue the work.

A little jayvik sketchy for @tseecka !!! <3

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Arcane Bloopers

Tomorrow, Netflix Geeked will feature new Arcane content of... unknown nature. My silly ass would love for it to be bloopers.

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I want to see Vander and Silco get awkward in the chocking scene in episode 3. They try to hold it in but Silco bursts a fat laugh in Vander's face.

I want to see Marcus forgetting his lines and losing his cool, because Silco keeps making faces at him but you can't see it from the camera's angle.

I want to see Jinx fall from the blade of her lair on mat below.

I want to see Sevika headbutt Vi for real by mistake and they both go OW OW! Bitch!

I want to see Powder riding Mek's shoulders through the set, pulling on his ears to give directions.

I want to see Jayce do nervous vocal warm up exercises and shyly admit to the behind-the-scenes cameraman that he struggles with the confident Jayce persona because he's so shy. Viktor rushes by just then and pinches his butt and Jayce is like "AAH!" in a nice high voice.

I want to see Cait kiss Vi's nose in the Kabedon scene and hear laughs from behind the camera while Vi goes 😳

I wanna see Silco be like "You're making a mess" in that one scene. But Sevika forgets her line and goes "Sir—" trying to summon the rest...

So Silco just goes "You're ruining the carpet!"

"Sir!"

"You're LEAKING ALL OVER THE PLACE!"

"SIR!"

I want Singed drinking a boba tea in his actor chair and when asked a question, just answers in his VA's pure, undiluted Australian accent.

I want kid Viktor, Powder and Ekko riding Rio in the background while her handler explains how long she's trained her for and how many films she's in.

I want Ekko, Viktor, Jayce and Jinx to take their child actors out for a photoshoot. Do clothes swap, or dress in the same clothes. I want Silco turning to the camera in extra close up and say "They didn't do a child version of me, because I'd be too F##ing cute."

Vander in the background : "You f##ing wish!"

Silco, turning around, waving an unfinished kebab: "What did you say you—"

I want Mel answering questions about the filming process outside her trailer and full armour Ambessa beeline to them and say "WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER" — She isn't Mel's mom though of course, but brags about Mel like she is for the entire shoot.

I want Ren to squeak a desperate "Daddy, help!" in the middle of the scene with Silco and his goons at his flat, making both him and Marcus freak out. Dustin and Ran set her up to do it.

I want Deckard and Deckard's swole body double doing a little dance routine that ends up in DBZ's fusion dance while Vi makes an ugly snorting sound, slapping her thigh like it's the funniest thing she's ever seen.

I want to see Claggor and Mylo do a super intricate 30scd long choreographed handshake. Mylo jokes that he's glad it'll make it to the DVD and Claggor nods like "we can't believe they wouldn't let us use it in the show!"

I want Cait and Jayce mock up the argument scene in her room and devolve into squeaking "mee mee mee!" at each other.

I want Shoola caught picking her nose with one of her gold finger claw prop and be like ∑(ΦдΦlll

I want Heimer falling down some stairs doing soft little puppy sounds at every bump and half the set rush in even though he's perfectly fine.

I want to see Mel and Sevika sharing a trailer and playing at insulting each other in character while they get their makeup done.

[brick-by-dumbass-brick]

Arcane characters based on things I’ve said/ conversations I’ve had/ situations I’ve been in

Sevika: what if we just kill every person in here? Does that mean we can go home early?

Silco: hmm.. let me think about that.

Caitlyn: *staring at a girl’s ass*

Vi: *staring at the same girl’s ass, notices Caitlyn staring*

Vi: haha nice

Powder: ok so if you drive a car with your butt cheeks and get into an accident, when the airbags deploy would that be considered a spanking

Vi: you can spank people with inanimate objects like paddles and such so I’d say yes

Sevika: what the fuck

Jinx: I might get hate for saying this but it needs to be said- when courage the cowardly dog said AABBUUDABUBUBDABABABADU OWWWW OWIW OWW I really felt that, like on a personal level

Jayce: god made you in his image, you can’t change the lord’s work

Vi: well could he have made my image a little more rich? I got bills to pay and mouths to feed

Caitlyn: trauma dump?…… do people with ptsd shit a lot??

Jinx: *cackling maniacally* could you make huevos rancheros with bug eggs

Jinx: h-

Caitlyn: normalize ripping your glove off and smacking a bitch right in the mouth

Vi: my toxic trait is seeing something and automatically thinking I can do it too, like I bet I could tap dance.

Caitlyn: babe-

Vi: *starts shuffling and tapping her feet around* I know I don’t have shoes on but I bet I’m killing it right now

Viktor: if you think for a single. FUCKING. second,,,,,, that might get you somewhere in life

Jinx: it’s always “what’s up” and never “HOWS up” ,,,,,,, THAT PIXAR MOVIE HAS FEELINGS TOO

Jinx: ok so HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING if one wanted to snort cocaine out of a Twizzlers and then eat it to get rid of the evidence WOULD THAT or WOULD THAT NOT be smart

Ekko: ok so A LOT to unpack here-

Vi: heterosexuals?? in YOUR PC?????? It’s more likely than you think. Click the link below to find out more about this virus

Jinx: here’s my hot take for the night; pregnant women are a type of ravioli…..chew on that for a bit

Caitlyn: I don’t think I will chew on that at all but thank you

Vi: ummmm if the earth is flat then how’d my big round juicy ass fit on here

Caitlyn: fair point, fair point

Jayce: science question, do people with testicles slap them for self harm?

Vi: why are you asking ME

Jayce: I think I just had an amazing idea

Viktor: what is it this time

Jayce: you know those crinkled looking plastic tubes you get from the dollar store and you swing em around and they make that funny whooshing noise and they scrunch up small for storage

Viktor: yeah

Jayce: what if I was the first person to create a compact dildo that had sound effects built into-

Viktor: I’m gonna stop you right there, and maybe forever

Jayce: ahaha noooo don’t kill yourself *seductively bites lip* we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty

Caitlyn: don’t kill yourself babes!…. Kill someone else

Jinx: you know what I think,,,,,, and I don’t like it someone make it stop

Vi: G-L-A-M-OOoh aRe you holding a gun?

Jinx: if bigfeets exist why don’t we ever see the remains?

Sevika: for the last fucking time they don’t exist

Jinx: because they gotta die at some point, right? they’re definitely decaying around us we just can’t see where

Sevika: oh my god someone please shoot me

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Chapter 4: FALL

“You didn’t deserve what I did to you,” Jayce says, following Viktor’s line of thought and once again arriving at a different conclusion. “I broke my promise. I—” His voice breaks. “I shot you right through your chest.” “And I told you to do it, because it needed to be done,” Viktor says, waving a hand. “Jayce, we could go in these circles forever—what is it you want me to say? Do you want my forgiveness? You have it.” He puts his hand on the table between them, open. “You had it the moment we met, for anything. For everything.”

it's viktor's turn to get put under the microscope! *slaps his flat butt* this baby can fit so many self-worth issues in him 🤠

Read on ao3!

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Jayce and Viktor Live (League of Legends), Hurt/Comfort, Codependency, Suicidal Thoughts, Introspection, Demisexual Viktor (League of Legends), Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Trans Jayce (League of Legends), T4T | Trans for Trans Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce Cries During Sex (League of Legends), Top Viktor (League of Legends), Bottom Jayce (League of Legends), Sub Top Jayce (League of Legends), Angst, Sickfic, POV Alternating, their cottage but it’s by the sea instead of a stream, Conversations, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tenderness, also it’s not super relevant to the plot but jayce is filipino! because i say so heh, Mutual Pining Summary:

It’s perfect, their terminal velocity. What they’re hurtling towards, and what they’re running from, Jayce can’t say.

All he knows is: when they hit the ground, it will hurt.

Jayce and Viktor, through the seasons, by the sea.

post-canon jayvik by the ocean my beloved! spotify playlist here <3

[ask-2p-hetaliaaa]

2ptalia Cuddling Headcanons!!:

I mention specific positions in some of these, so here's what I'm referring to if you're confused:

Allen: He sleeps on his back, so he puts one arm under you and has you lean into him. As you're lulled to sleep, he has a little smirk on his face, knowing how he absolutely scored with the beauty laying beside him.

Matt: He likes it when you wrap your legs around him in a sleepy embrace. The sound of nature through the open window, and the sweet scent of your shampoo makes him feel in heaven!

Francois: Won't initiate cuddling, but will unwittingly give in if you wrap your arms around him and act as the big spoon. He has a little snore, like a mouse <3

Oliver: He likes the 'honeymoon hug' position, but with a little distance between your faces. He wants to look into your eyes as you fall asleep; he thinks you're just the cutest thing!

Viktor: Has a thing for the size difference. You're so small compared to him- He just bear hugs you under all the blankets. Very comfortable to cuddle with! Biiiiig teddybeaarr

Xiao: He would like to cuddle, but he moves a LOT in his sleep, and usually ends up either falling off the bed entirely or waking up on the other side.

Luciano: Very possessive, and will settle for nothing other than spooning (he is the big spoon) or honeymoon hugging. He also holds you very tightly, and has knives under his pillow in the instance he needs to protect you.

Flavio: As he has a very loose personality, his cuddles should only match that. Usually ends up cuddling in the shingles or loosely tethered position.

Lutz: When this man falls in love, he is absolutely smitten. I couldn't find a name for this so I've used my very professional artistic abilities to illustrate it to you:

Kuro: This

Gillen: He prefers being the bigger spoon or embracing you close to him; it makes him feel very masculine <3

Roland: HE'S SUCH A BASTARD, he likes to tease you while cuddling !! He boops your nose, peppers kisses all over your face, and comments on your blushing. He likes the sweetheart's cradle position.

Andres: Another one who's very loose. Likes the 'leg hug' position.

Egil: Would cuddle, but he sleeps on his face. Like actually flat on his face. Is he even breathing???

Loki: Likes to be warm in his sleep, so whatever embrace will keep him warm and cozy, he likey.

Magnus: Gets super drowsy before he sleeps, so he likes to just lay next to you and watch you fall asleep before him. He mainly holds your hand instead of cuddling.

Bernard: Another big teddy bear. Will accidentally roll over on top of you while asleep. You may have to just deal with it until he wakes up.

Thurston: Very similar to the way Luciano cuddles, but he particularly likes gripping onto your thigh or butt. God damn, Thurston, get a grip, no one is gonna take em 🤨

Hermes: Very feminine man. Snuggles into your chest, whether you have boobs or moobs, he doesn't care. Caligula: Doesn't like cuddling, will just pet your hair to relax you if you want that.

Germania: He has VERY long hair, and he kinda utilizes it like Rapunzel. Wraps you both up in it, how cute <3

Franciszek: He loosely puts his arm around you, mainly just melts into the blankets beneath him. You're gonna have to be the big spoon if you want intimate cuddling.

Anastasia: Likes to be cradled and rocked, or be the little spoon! She'll bury her face into your neck and chest.

Katya: BIIIIGGG WWOOOMMAANNN.... She's related to Viktor, it has to be said again:

Egor: A sucker for the shingles position. Likes to stroke your hair as he lulls you to sleep.

Leonas: Likes the loosely tethered position, or to be the little spoon.

[nightfallgame]

Which of the boys, if any, have the nicest butt?

This is gonna be a real simple most-to-least list XD

. . . 

Nicest Butt

Kai — Fattest ass of all the boys! Hates this. 

Kegare — Very good butt! Does not realize this. 

Shigure ��� Don’t give him any reasons to be proud of it. 

Xane — Surprisingly shapely, with a little bit of squish. 

Yasha — Good butt, incredibly embarrassed if it’s mentioned. 

Viktor — Decent ass! Good for things.

Arashi — Do not point it out. 

Hisa — Pretty small, but cute and nicely shaped. 

Christian — Same deal as Hisa. 

Ritsu — A very average butt!

Lucius — Convinced his ass is better than it is.

Touru — Pretty flat, but kind of cute?

712 — It’s toned, but... not much there. 

Ryoushi — Boy’s too scrawny to have a very good butt. 

Creed — Doesn’t think about it, but... nope. 

Hiroyuki — Has a little bit of anxiety about being flat back there. 

Alistair — Tiny boy has very little to be proud of. 

Kyou — No ass whatsoever and knows it. 

Worst Butt

[spacestationvampire]

i'm making a genuine, non-aggressive argument. i'm proposing a debate. i wasn't suggesting anything, i was proposing arguments that hypothetical people might take. except they're not hypothetical because these are real arguments. even with the systemic divide's presence in arcane, it was represented poorly. vi and cait's relationship is the centrepiece of the piltover/zaun plotline but ultimately vi abandons her home, absconds caitlyn of her crimes as soon as she "realizes" what she's done, and calls it a day. caitlyn's "redemption" falls flat because it isn't earned.

there are sequences of police brutality where vi and caitlyn shove zaunites against walls with the butts of their guns and walk masked through the streets they're gassing. in season 1, vi was imprisoned by piltover and tortured throughout her childhood because of her identity as a zaunite. she leaves distrustful of them. she's a direct parallel of vander, a man who once attempted to rebel against piltover and made it his goal to protect zaunites. in season 2, she does her utmost to allow caitlyn to walk all over her.

how is this an accurate representation of her character? the first fucking scene we see her in is one in which her parents have been killed by enforcers, but her feelings regarding her own becoming an enforcer matter are never properly tackled.

caitvi parallels how awful piltover and zaun's conflict was resolved. they come together to fight ambessa/viktor? sure! but everything afterward? why has the epilogue been sanitized? why has zaun forgiven them without a fight? no backlash? nothing! we don't get to see anything happening below, just the cleanliness of piltover. one could argue that these things are implied, or they could be happening without being shown, but a show should not have to rely so heavily on implication.

^^^———

Okay two things:

1. That’s NOT the lens of season 1? Season 1 discusses the political issues between the cities, sure, but that’s more SETUP and SET DRESSING than anything else.

But whatever, let’s say you’re right. Let’s say that Season 1 actually IS supposed to be about the oppression and inequality between the two cities.

What’s the end of Season 1 say then? Because the end of season 1 is the council agreeing to make Zaun independent and Jinx blowing them away and getting rid of all opportunities to better the two cities. If the show is all about the oppression, what does Jinx blowing up the council when they’re ready to NOT oppress the city anymore mean???

The reason you’re struggling with viewing Arcane through this lens is because it’s NOT the intended lens and it doesn’t match with what the show is doing.

But that also brings me to my next point:

2. If you’re viewing it through this lens, then you understand that you can view it through DIFFERENT lenses, right? Like that’s the basis of most modern day media criticism and analysis isn’t it? Take a work of art and use different lenses to critique it and see how it fares.

So if you agree that lenses can be swapped… why the heck do you struggle with the idea of viewing Arcane through a different lens? Why does it have to ONLY be viewed through this one narrow lens you’ve decided on? Could you also not view it through a queer lens? Or through the lens of civil rights? Or women’s rights?

Or how about… you view it through the lens of the “cycle of violence” which is what the show was INTENDED to be viewed through? Why is that so hard?

If a particular lens isn’t working to view it through, why are you blaming the writers for that? Why wouldn’t your first thought be “hey, maybe I was wrong and this isn’t the lens the show was meant to be viewed through? Maybe I should try another one and see if that’s better?”

You guys all BAFFLE me.

[fumbling-fanfics]

Burnt Offerings - Viktor Drago x Reader...

Viktor x Reader

Warnings: smut (you know me ffs). Fluff towards the end... Which will hopefully lead to a full fluff piece

Summary: after a usual absence Viktor coming to see you leads to burnt food.

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Music played as you moved around your tiny kitchen making food. You rummaged through draws and cupboards to the sound of the music. Occasionally, singing some lyrics.

Since meeting Viktor you had become more invested in cooking for yourself - because cooking for yourself also meant cooking for Viktor. You no longer just threw something together mindlessly to regret it later.

You'd learnt he did the bare minimum when it came to making food, but really appreciated your nice gesture of thinking of him when you cooked.

It wasn't even guaranteed that he would be coming over. He never really communicated his arrivals. But that's how you guys worked. He'd see you when he needed to - whether it was because he needed space from his father or if he just needed to see you.

Even if he didn't come over you'd keep his share in the fridge for a day and then gift one of your colleagues who were in much need for a home cooked meal.

When a key in the lock sounded, and the door opened you peered over your shoulder, hands now in a sink of soapy water, to see Viktor coming inside. He smirked in greeting and threw him a huge smile. It'd been 4 weeks since you'd seen him last. “I'd hug you but I'm elbow deep in soapy water” you explained trying to wipe your forehead with your bicep. Viktor disappeared further into your apartment while you continued on.

When Viktor appeared in the kitchen, he'd was just in a t-shirt and sweats. “Smells good” He murmured coming up behind you. He leant into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your stood in front of the stove. He nudged your head to the side leaning down to kiss your neck. “You really know how to catch me at a bad time” you half chuckled and half sighed, trying to quickly finish off frying what was in the pan.

His kisses moved down your neck stopping at the top of your shoulder, just as his hands moved up your stomach to cup your breasts. “I missed you”  He teased, the vibration of his voice humming through your body. This was the first time he'd made such a statement. You arched back I to him, dropping the spatula wherever. Viktor tried to turn you around to face him, but you fought him for a second to turn one hob off. When you succeed you gave him, letting him press you against the kitchen counter.

“I missed you more” you whispered, wrapping one arm over his shoulder and letting the other hand run up the back of his neck, against the low cut bristles of his hair.

“Show me” He said as he kissed down your neck, under your ear. You let your hands slide down his chest finding the elasticated waistband of his sweats. Viktor pushed down the straps of your cami, pulling around your waist. His grip tightened around you waist and he hoist you up onto the counter. He leans into you, pressing his body against yours as you kiss. The kiss is slow. And deep, and you press yourself against him you back a little, you lean back holding yourself up with one arm behind you, the other holding onto Viktor's shoulder.

You push him back, and quickly pulled his sweats and boxers down, using your foot to push them further down. Viktor tugged you closer to the edge of the counter top, you rest back on both hands and watched as he moved your knickers to the side again. He moves closer, taking myself in his hand and positions himself so it's just the tip that is in. Your head drops back and you moaned softly, longing for more. Viktor groans and he pushes deeper inside of you.

His hands grab hold of your knees at his waist and you can't help but moan as he pulls back out slowly, and your body quivers.

With each thrust of his hips, you're not sure your arms can hold you up. When you inhale in you smell something. Burning. You look back to the stove. You try to reach over to turn everything off but Viktor thrust come a little faster and deeper. When you try and ask him to hold on a second you just end up moaning. His lips meet yours for a second. “Leave it” is all he said as his tongue slips into your open mouth when you try to protest.

You hold onto Viktor's shoulders, your arms tiring of hold you up. The change in position has you crying out. “Fuck” shakily.

When you close your eyes, you realise your sliding off the counter. Viktor pulls out as he slowly let's go of your legs so you can stand. Roughly, he turning you around, pushing you up against the counter top, pushing your back down so your chest is flat against the counter. Nudging your legs apart more with his own, you felt Viktor draw his dick between your ass and then with a roll of his hips he slid into you fully. You groaned into the countertop, your nails digging your hands. Viktor began to thrust into you as he held on to your hips tightly.

You can feel the countertop edge against your hips, your grip the edge with your hands trying to create some distance. Viktor grips your shoulders, pulling you up against him. You push back against the counter a bit more, pushing back into Viktor.

As you feel your orgasm building you push your hips in time with Viktor's thrust and you come. Hard, shaking all over as he holds you. Viktor keeps thrusting into you, and the feeling of you orgasming has him following not far behind.

Still holding you up Viktors attention turns to the burning rice. “that's your fault” you chuckle, playfully hitting him. “Take out” he says pulling out of you. He bends down and pulls up his boxers and sweats. He playfully slaps your butt, as he walks out of the kitchen. “Chinese please” you call out.

Later your lying on your coach, Viktor is sat at the opposite end with your feet in his lap. Your concentration on the TV is fading, so you close your eyes for a moment.

You wake to feeling of Viktor moving. “go to bed” it's a demand more than a suggestion. Your move your feet out of his lap to sit up, you stretch and yawn. “I'm fine, I'm awake” you lie back down but place your head on Viktor's lap. “let's finish this and then sleep”

Viktor doesn't bother arguing with you because after 5 minutes your fast asleep. And after 10 minutes you're in such a deep sleep Viktor is able to move you from the couch to your bed. He turns off the TV and gets himself ready to join you asleep.

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@dragothishole

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[daily-drabs]

Adult 1 - A Victuuri Drabble

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Pairing: Victuuri

Completely against his wishes, Yuuko gifts Yuuri with beginner’s ice skating lessons for Christmas. Yuuri is not happy about it, until he meets his coach, and then maybe he is just a little bit happy about it.

“You have to do it,” Yuuko said matter-of-factly, shoving a pair of battered rental skates into Yuuri’s arms, “It’s your Christmas gift.”

Yuuri cradled the skates against his chest with all the discomfort of a brand new father completely out of his league. They were bulky and heavier than he had imagined, plus they smelled vaguely of onion powder.

“I don’t think I mentioned skating lessons when you asked me what I wanted,” Yuuri said as politely as he could manage, given the circumstances.

Yuuko ignored this remark, instead herding Yuuri toward a row of metal benches surrounded by an ocean of sports bags and children’s shoes.

“Sit,” she said, pushing him down with a hand on his shoulder, “The Adult 1 class starts in five minutes. You better put those skates on quickly.”

“But-”

“Sorry, Yuuri,” she interrupted with a smile that was equal measures kind and shark-like, “I have customers to help. The rink’s just through those doors. Good luck!”

Yuuri sighed. Escape was not going to be an option.

***

There were three other students in the Adult 1 class along with Yuuri: a teenage girl with nervous eyes and a couple in their mid forties who clung tightly to each other’s hands from the moment they set foot on the ice. All four of them huddled close to the safety of the wall as higher level skaters zoomed in wide arcs around them. They all seemed to know where they were going and what they were supposed to be doing, and they moved with an easy grace that Yuuri felt would be impossible to ever achieve.

“Good morning, new skaters,” a smooth, lightly-accented voice called from behind them.

Yuuri used the wall to spin himself around, and almost fell flat on his ass. The man skating toward them with a wide smile was perhaps the most gorgeous person Yuuri had ever seen. He wore a fitted black coach’s jacket emblazoned with the rink’s logo. His limbs were long and lean, bending with confidence as he looped in a circle in front of the Adult class and skidded to a quick stop. He had sleek, silvery hair, and his pale cheeks were tinged a faint pink from the chill of the ice.

“My name is Viktor,” he said, holding a clipboard to his chest and offering them a miniature bow, “Welcome to your first skating lesson. Anyone nervous?”

Yuuri and the other students eyed each other hesitantly. It was evident that they were all nervous, but none wanted to admit that fact to their handsome instructor.

“Don’t be shy,” Viktor laughed, light and airy, “The first skate is the hardest. It only gets easier from here. Now, let’s start by talking about falling.”

Viktor spent five minutes explaining and demonstrating the safest ways to fall on the ice and get back up. The highlight of this experience for Yuuri was a brief 30 second window in which Viktor gently laid gloved fingers against his elbow as he corrected Yuuri’s stance. Invisible heat seeped through the two layers of fabric into Yuuri’s skin. With a little jolt, Yuuri realized he was well and truly screwed.

After the falling lesson, Viktor skated slowly out to the center of the ice and turned to face them.

“Everyone out here with me,” he called. However much Yuuri desperately wanted to follow any order given by Viktor’s honey warm voice, that seemed like quite a feat for a first skating lesson.

“Out there?” the girl, whose name was Emi, asked with an anxiety that matched the feeling in the pit of Yuuri’s stomach.

“Yep,” Viktor smiled, “Nice and slow. Step or shuffle if you need to. It’s impossible to skate if you’re holding onto the wall.”

Reluctantly, Emi relinquished her grip on the wall and began to shimmy toward the center. She looked almost like a newborn deer, swaying side to side on unsteady legs, arms thrown out to keep her balance.

“Excellent!” Viktor nodded, then fixed his gaze on the others, “You next, Yuuri. Come out here to me.”

Yuuri’s brain short-circuited at the double whammy of hearing Viktor pronounce his name with a delicate roll over the r and the subsequent use of the word ‘come’. It took a few seconds for his mind to boot back up. By that time, the Inohara couple were scuffling out to the center, leaving Yuuri clinging to the wall with wide, vacant eyes.

Viktor seemed to look him over and decide something in a split second. With smooth strokes of his blades, he curved around Mrs. Inohara and moved to join Yuuri at the wall, crowding in close to keep their conversation private.

“Yuuri,” he said, low, almost whispered, and too intimate for Yuuri’s heart to handle, “Nothing will happen to you with me around.”

“Objectively untrue,” Yuuri stuttered, “I could fall and break my wrist. It happened to Yuuko when she was six.”

Viktor gave a little huff of laughter. Yuuri could feel the warm puff of air on his skin; that’s how close they were.

“Fine. Yes, you could fall,” Viktor said, slowly reaching out a hand and curling it loosely around Yuuri’s wrist, “But I’ll help you get back up again. Promise.”

Something about the quiet gentleness in that statement tore Yuuri’s eyes away from his dingy rental skates. They locked onto Viktor’s and the rink around Yuuri seemed to still. Viktor’s grip tightened, tugging Yuuri away from the wall. And Yuuri, mesmerized by the blue of Viktor’s eyes, brighter even than the gleam of the fluorescent lights off the ice, simply followed.

***

Yuuri dropped the rental skates on the counter with a dull thud. Yuuko eyed his pink cheeks and mussed hair warily.

“How was the lesson?” she asked.

Yuuri took a moment to contemplate how best to answer the question. He had sacrificed his precious Saturday morning time for a gift he had never wanted, frozen his nose and fingers to the point where he wasn’t sure they would ever function properly again, fallen spectacularly on his butt trying to do something called a swizzle, and been laughed at by three elementary schoolers who were practicing whirlwind spins nearby. He was cold, sore, and embarrassed. He was-

“Good job today, Yuuri,” Viktor said, sidling up next to Yuuri at the counter to drop off his clipboard and pen, “I’ll see you at next week’s lesson, right?”

Yuuri couldn’t help the flush that spread up his neck and cheeks. “Sure,” he croaked, throat suddenly dry as a desert.

“Fantastic!” Viktor crowed, patting Yuuri good-naturedly on the back, “We’ll make a figure skater out of you yet.”

Maybe it was Yuuri’s overactive imagination, but he swore he felt Viktor’s fingers linger with a comforting pressure for a second longer than necessary. Then he was gone, twirling through the crowd of children and parents with the grace of a ballet dancer.

When Yuuri managed to drag his eyes away, Yuuko looked positively gleeful. Yuuri cleared his throat with a stilted cough.

“The lesson was fine.”

Drabble one is done! I’m trying to do daily writing to get myself back in the habit. Feel free to send me requests/ideas!