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idk if you're still taking requests for good omens or if it was just for valentine's day, but i've been obsessed with the idea of crowley and aziraphale dancing (like they did in season 2 yk? but like not at a party) i hope you know what i'm talking about lol!

i am absolutely still taking requests!! this is SO. CUTE. ugh. i love them too much.

˚ෆ 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 '𝑅𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. ༊

The bookshop was empty. Granted, aside from Aziraphale and Crowley (and the occasional visit from a curious customer unaware that they wouldn’t be walking out with any new books), it typically was as such. Still, any onlookers from the street would assume that the bookshop was more or less deserted– after all, the lights were off and the sign was flipped to “Closed.”

In the apartment above, however, one angel and one demon were drunk. Or, perhaps, not quite drunk, not yet. Both were walking the line of tipsy, though it was quite early into the night. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and the warm yellow light overhead reflected on the bottle of wine that sat on the table between them. Crowley was sprawled out rather comfortably along the loveseat across from Aziraphale, who was nestled cozily in his armchair. The angel was holding a book out in front of himself, a proud glint in his eyes.

“Do you know, my dear boy, this book was personally gifted to me by–”

“Isocrates himself. Yes, angel, I’m well aware. You’ve told me damn near a dozen times."

Aziraphale huffed irritably, pulling the book towards himself and pressing it against his chest lovingly. He looked utterly offended. “Well, it isn’t my fault that interesting conversation topics tend to dwindle after six thousand years of chitchat.”

“Well, no,” Crowley conceded between long sips of wine. He glanced out the window for a moment, admiring the stars that were beginning to emerge against the dark sky. “But it is your fault that your only idea of interesting conversation revolves around books. Especially your books.”

“Now, my dear boy, that is simply not true!” Aziraphale argued, reaching out for the bottle between them and refilling his long-empty glass of wine. “I talk about plenty of things aside from my books.”

Crowley arched a disbelieving eyebrow, and Aziraphale suddenly found himself feeling very intent on wiping that smug look off of his face. The angel glanced around the room, his gaze finally settling on the record player in the corner. He stood from his armchair and moved to flip through some of his records, and he eventually settled triumphantly on the newest addition to his collection.

“Ah, here we are! Look, dear, at what Maggie gifted to me this weekend. A brand new Tchaikovsky record.”

“Oh, yeah? Gave it to you, did she? You’ve never been the type to accept things for free, angel.” Crowley commented knowingly before finishing off the last of the wine in his glass. He stood with a grunt and made his way over, beginning to rummage through Aziraphale’s prized collection of records.

“Well, you know, she was struggling with the rent again,” Aziraphale explained, carefully resting the record on the player and settling the needle on top, “so I told her that I would take the record for free, and we would call it even! Again. Scandalous, I know.”

Crowley didn’t bother to hide the snort that escaped him at Aziraphale’s use of the word scandalous. He leaned to the side, his hip resting against the table. “Right.”

Aziraphale hummed along to the record happily, his fingers tapping to the rhythm against his palm. He listened to the record in content silence for a long while, and his gaze occasionally flickered to Crowley’s face. The demon’s sunglasses had long since been discarded, as usual, and for once, he actually looked rather content.

Crowley’s arms were crossed over his chest, and no matter where Aziraphale went (he couldn’t seem to keep himself still; he moved to refill his wine glass, then proceeded to organize some of the books on his desk), he felt the demon’s gaze on him. It would be unnerving if it hadn’t become so familiar over the years and years they’d known one another.

“This is a gorgeous record,” Aziraphale commented with a look over his shoulder, and he was clearly hoping to spark some more conversation with Crowley. “Such a lovely waltz.”

Crowley hummed in agreement (at least, Aziraphale hoped it was agreement), his snakelike eyes roaming across the angel. That was a look that Aziraphale still wasn’t quite used to, even if he’d been subjected to it more than a few times recently.

“I learned to waltz once, you know.”

That seemed to catch Crowley’s attention, and he raised his eyebrows. “Did you, now? In your little… club in the eighteenth century?”

“It was a gentleman’s club,” Aziraphale corrected firmly, pointing his glass in Crowley’s direction, “and it was the nineteenth century. But yes.”

Crowley held his hands up in surrender. “My sincerest apologies.”

Aziraphale couldn’t help but snicker, the alcohol in his system stopping him from keeping up his offended demeanor. “Apology accepted.”

The demon leaned back against the wall and raised his eyebrows expectantly. Aziraphale promptly frowned in confusion. “What? What is that look for?”

“Well, you said you knew the dance. Are you not going to dance?”

Aziraphale’s eyes widened and he shook his head, sure his cheeks were flushed pink (and from more than just the alcohol intake). “No! Heavens, no. It’s been years. Besides, you know, it’s a partner dance, and–”

“Shame there’s no partner around your apartment, then.” Crowley said, the implication not subtle in the slightest. Still, Aziraphale was rather oblivious, and the wine wasn’t doing him any favors.

“Are you suggesting that we dance together?”

“Perhaps.”

Aziraphale hesitated. Crowley didn’t seem near drunk enough to be suggesting anything of the sort, but was he really going to pass up this opportunity? No, no he was not.

“I’ll teach you.” He said, not bothering to hide his excited little grin. He set his wine glass down and reached out for Crowley’s hands, pulling one around his waist and holding the other with his own. Crowley pulled him a little closer, and Aziraphale cleared his throat nervously.

Oh, Lord, maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“Right, so,” he began, his voice a little strangled, “just… follow my lead, I suppose. Step backwards, yes, and then…”

Crowley learned the steps surprisingly quickly, and Aziraphale had half a mind to ask him if he had danced like this before. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, though, and so he held his tongue. Eventually, he stopped giving directions and just let himself enjoy the dance.

The record ended far too quickly, and he realized all too suddenly that Crowley’s nose was mere centimeters from his. He cleared his throat and smiled, moving to pull away from Crowley. “Right, well, that was–”

The demon clearly had other plans, as he gave Aziraphale’s hand a squeeze before dipping him down. The angel let out a rather undignified squeak and grasped Crowley’s shirt, glaring daggers at him while he chuckled.

“You– you are a menace,” he groaned. His cheeks felt hot, and he moved to brush off his waistcoat as if it had somehow become dirty. “That wasn’t funny.”

“It’s part of the dance, is it not?” Crowley challenged, still laughing softly as he watched Aziraphale adjust his coat.

“Yes, well… I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I suppose that was the point.”

Aziraphale brushed an unruly curl off of his forehead, reluctantly allowing Crowley to slide an arm around his waist again.

That was a lie, really; he wasn’t reluctant in the slightest. His head settled comfortably against Crowley’s collarbone as the demon kissed the top of his head. He’d never admit to the shiver that ran down his spine in response. This was certainly new territory, and he couldn’t deny that he was nothing but fond of it. “Horrible. You’re horrible.”

“Right. You sound like you mean that.”

“I do.” Aziraphale insisted. He lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to Crowley’s cheek. Crowley hummed contently, and so Aziraphale did it again. “I really do.”

“I entirely believe you.” The demon deadpanned, beginning to pull Aziraphale towards the loveseat.

“You should,” Aziraphale agreed, even as he sat down on the loveseat and snuggled up against Crowley’s side. He wasn’t sure that he could recall ever being more comfortable. “It’s true.”

Crowley ignored him, sliding an arm across his shoulders and pulling him closer. His free hand grabbed both of their wine glasses from the coffee table. “More wine, angel?”

“Yes, please.”

credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!!

and thank you so much for requesting this, i had so much fun writing it! i've been really wanting to write stuff for my other fandoms recently, so this was a great way to get into that.

i also made a friend of mine watch good omens with me recently, so you sent this at a perfect time because my hyperfixation is SO BACK. i can't decide if it's a good or a bad thing lmao.

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hey everybody!! i am SO sorry for the lack in fic updates! life has been insane for the past couple of months and i have had the worst writer's block, but i am cooking some stuff up. i promise 🫶

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hey guys!! i hate to do this so soon after taking a pretty long time to update my stuff, but i’m probably going to be on a hiatus for the next few weeks. i don’t want to yap lol, but my mental health has been declining and i haven’t had much motivation to write. i also don’t want you guys to have to read stuff that i feel like i half-assed. so! if i get any boost of motivation from now and then i’ll write and post as much as possible, but it probably won’t be very frequent. sorry guys! love you all <3

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ੈ✩ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 ˖°࿐

❛ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥. ❜

Jayce and Viktor are reincarnated as modern-day college students after the events of season two. They don't retain their memories, but they begin having flashbacks of their past lives with one another.

Studying with Mel was one of Jayce’s favourite ways to spend his afternoons. Granted, that was mostly because it turned into a gossip session after an hour or so of productivity, but hey. He just enjoyed having some fun every now and then– so sue him.

Right now, he and Mel were sitting in Mel’s dorm room, enthusiastically chatting about Caitlyn’s new “friend,” Vi, who’d been taking up more and more of her time recently. She had told them that she and Vi were studying together nearly every day, but Jayce wasn’t stupid, and neither was Mel.

“I mean, seriously, she’s always so giggly when they’re texting! She might as well admit that she’s head over heels for this girl. It’s like she’s the only one who doesn’t realize how bad she’s got it.”

Jayce, half-focused on his laptop and half-focused on what Mel was saying, hummed and nodded in agreement. “Uh-huh. It’s bad.”

Mel looked up from her page of notes, narrowing her eyes at him. She’d always been able to read him too well; it was almost scary. “Something’s up with you, too, isn’t it? You’re acting all distracted.”

“I’m always distracted,” Jayce pointed out, lifting his head and casting a glance across the bed at her. She, as per usual, had made herself comfortable on the edge of his bed, her hair pulled back messily and her binder in her lap. “You know that.”

“Okay, yeah, but this is a different kind of distracted. Like something’s on your mind.”

He huffed, just barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He hated that she was right. And usually, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell her what had been bothering him– she was his best friend, after all. But something about his recent Viktor situation gave him pause. She’d listen to him, he knew, but he didn’t exactly want to look like a creep. He was having deju-vu fueled daydreams about a man that he’d barely known for two weeks; if that didn’t make him look like a creep, he didn’t know what would. But Mel was looking at him so expectantly, and she was stubborn as hell. She wouldn’t let him brush this off.

“This physics project is just stressing me out.” He said. It was only a half-lie; the project wasn’t exactly stressing him out, but working with Viktor certainly was.

Mel gave him a look, one that clearly communicated her thoughts on that: “Yeah, right.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Jayce mumbled, leaning back against his pillows and closing his laptop. He guessed it would probably be good for him to get this off his chest, and he trusted Mel more than anyone. “It’s nothing serious. I just… I dunno. You ever get the feeling that something’s already happened to you, even if it hasn’t?”

“Like… déjà vu?”

Jayce nodded. “Yeah. That. I’ve been hanging out with this guy lately, and I keep getting this weird feeling that I’ve known him for a long time, even though it’s only been a few weeks.”

Mel hummed, closing her notebook and placing her full attention on him.  “You’ve never met him before? Maybe you two, like, went to school together when you were younger, and you’ve forgotten.”

“Nah,” Jayce denied, shaking his head and biting his lower lip. He contemplated bringing up the daydreams, but decided against it. “He grew up in Zaun. Down in the Lanes.”

“You’re talking about Viktor, aren’t you?”

Jayce blinked a few times. Leave it to Mel to read him like a book. He honestly didn’t know how she did it. “...uh, yeah. I am.”

“You’ve been acting weird since you guys got paired up for this project. Before that, actually.” She said, tilting her head to the side and raising her eyebrows knowingly. “Sure you’re not leaving something else out?”

Jayce could only cast a glare at her. “Fine, fine. But it sounds weird.”

“You always sound weird.”

“You’re so sweet,” he deadpanned, then sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “But fine. I’ve had some, like… weird daydreams lately. They feel like memories, but I know they never happened to me.”

“...you’re right. That sounds weird as hell.” Mel responded, propping her chin up in her hand.

Jayce sighed, lifting his hand and flipping her off. She responded in kind, and he spoke up before she could poke any more fun at him. “I know, I know. And it feels weird, too. I feel like a creep. But really, it’s like… like I’m remembering something that’s happened before.”

Mel hummed, her gaze narrowing as it roved over his face. “I mean, you’d probably look like a creep if you told him that. You’re going to meet up with him at the library this evening, right? Definitely don’t tell him you’ve been daydreaming about him.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on it.” He said with a scoff. She was trying to be a pain in his ass, he could tell, but at the very least, it was lightning the mood a little. It also made him feel a little bit less like he was going insane. “I’m sure he’d still want to work on this project with me if I said that.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t ruin your chances with him. ‘Cause I can tell you’ve got a thing for him.”

Jayce spluttered. “That’s– I do not! What are you talking about? We’ve barely known each other for a few weeks, Mel, c’mon–”

“Yeah, and you stare at him like he hung the moon. You’re not subtle, Jayce.” She said, a mischievous glint in her eyes that made Jayce uneasy.

“That’s such a lie! He’s just… I mean, yeah, he’s pretty, but I don’t know him well enough to have a thing for him.” He insisted furiously, his cheeks flushing bright red.

“Whatever you say,” Mel smirked, peering at the screen of her phone before looking back up at him. “You’d better get ready. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your date, after all.”

“It’s not a– Mel, stop,” Jayce groaned, covering his face with his hand. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, you love me. Now go. You’re gonna be late.”

As much as Jayce hated to admit it, she was right. It was already 3:45, and by the time he got ready and took the long walk down to the library, he’d be lucky if he was on time. And she was right; he did love her, no matter how difficult she seemed to make his life. 

He got to thinking as he gathered up his things and shoved them into his bag. Did he have a thing for Viktor? Yeah, the man was cute. Pretty, like he’d told Mel earlier. He hadn’t lied. But, really, something about his daydreams made Viktor all the more intriguing. He felt like they’d known each other for years rather than weeks, and the version of Viktor that he’d come to know in his daydreams… maybe he had a thing for him. Maybe.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he waved to Mel and rushed out of the dorm buildings, heading down the pathway to the library. He didn’t need to be thinking about any of that– it was probably only on his mind because Mel mentioned it.

Yeah. That was it.

He rounded the corner and opened the glass doors into the library building, sighing heavily when he saw the clock: 4:02. At least he wasn’t horribly late.

Jayce took a moment to catch his breath, trying to clear his mind as he looked around the tables for Viktor. He spotted a familiar head of messy brown hair tucked back into a corner, face in a book. Dropping his bag to the floor, Jayce took a seat across from Viktor, his heart stuttering at the sight of Viktor’s hazel eyes. The sun hit them in just the right way to make them look golden, and–

Good god, Jayce, get it together.

“Hey.”

Viktor nodded at him and gave a soft “hello” in response, pushing his book to the side in favor of opening his laptop. Jayce did the same, his gaze flicking from the screen to Viktor and back again.

“Got any ideas for this project?”

“A few, though none that stick out to me,” Viktor said, propping his chin in the palm of his hand. He tapped a long, slender finger against his cheek, casting a glance around the near-empty library. “You?”

“Uh… honestly, not really. I haven’t thought about it too much.” Jayce admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tell me about your ideas.”

Viktor’s eyes lit up as he opened his mouth, and Jayce realized that he had essentially just opened the floodgates. For someone who wasn’t often very chatty, Viktor could talk someone’s ear off about something he was passionate about– and, unsurprisingly, that something was science.

It seemed like they’d be here for a long while.

okay so... guess who's not dead??

writer's block has had me in a chokehold for the last, like, two months, but i'm back! expect much quicker updates from here on out :)

since i've been gone for a hot minute, i wanted to thank everyone for all the love on the last few chapters! i didn't expect this to get any attention at all so it's great to see you guys reading this haha. please feel free to leave comments/questions/input-- i love reading everybody's thoughts!

credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

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𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗒, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 — 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖩𝖺𝗒𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗁-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌.

Being a muggle-born meant that, on his eleventh birthday, the last thing Jayce Talis expected was to receive an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. His mother, ever since he was young, had gently warned him not to get his hopes up. Of course, telling that to a six-year-old – especially a six-year-old as optimistic as Jayce – had the opposite effect.

He’d been obsessed with the extraordinary from a young age. He had witnessed an act of magic save his mother’s life, for goodness’ sake; how could he not be?

Dreaming of the day he might get his Hogwarts letter was drastically different than the day it actually came. The mail had come, like every other day, and Jayce, eager as ever, ran to beat his mother to it. He disregarded every envelope in the mailbox – bills, mostly, and a birthday card from his grandmother – until his eye caught the out of place red wax seal on a worn-out looking envelope, and upon seeing the Hogwarts crest stamped on the front, he bounded to his mother and threw his arms around her with a cheer.

She’d hardly believed it at first, and neither did he, but there was no denying that it was genuine. The day he’d left for school was full of tears and hugs from his overly-affectionate mother, who had made him promise to write to her every week.

Jayce didn’t mind keeping that promise. In fact, even now, a few months into his sixth year at Hogwarts, he sent letters to his mother weekly. He knew it soothed his mother’s unease about him being so far from home, even after all these years, and he enjoyed keeping up with her. It was a win-win situation.

Viktor, on the other hand, had grown up without much – if any at all – parental guidance. His father, stuck as Viktor’s sole caregiver after the boy’s mother had passed away due to complications during his birth, was distant at best during the years he took care of Viktor. He would turn a blind eye to his son’s advanced creations, ones that Viktor would spend hours upon hours developing, and it hurt the young boy deeply to think that his father couldn’t care less about him.

At age nine, he was sent to live with his aunt without any explanation from his father. Andrea was wonderful, and Viktor would forever be grateful for the effort she had put into ensuring that he had the best childhood possible, but there was no denying that she did not replace his parents. She never even told him what became of his father.

When he turned eleven, he had been sent his Hogwarts acceptance letter. It hadn’t exactly been a big surprise for him, nor for Andrea – their family had a long history of rather powerful magic. There had never really been a question of if he would get a letter.

Through the years of being at Hogwarts, Viktor’s communication with his aunt had lessened greatly. He stayed with her during the summers, of course, but he only wrote to her once a month or so when school was in session. He chose to stay at the school during their winter break, too; it was a chance to get some extra studying done. Besides, he hated the long train journeys.

Viktor enjoyed his time at Hogwarts, unremarkable though it had been. He benefited from time with his professors; most of the time, they were the only people he interacted with. He would always be appreciative of their ability to put up with his seemingly endless stream of questions, especially during his first year at the school. What could he say? He’d been a very curious child, and the lack of social interaction certainly didn’t help.

Jayce’s years at Hogwarts had been… well, certainly more eventful than Viktor’s, but nothing extraordinary. Between his time spent studying, his spot on Ravenclaw’s quidditch team, and his frequent interactions with his social circle, he didn’t have time for much else – and he was fine with that. 

The two had Defence Against the Dark Arts together, not that they knew it. Jayce spent his time with Mel during that class, and Viktor chose to sit by himself. If it hadn't been for Professor Reveck (or Singed, as Viktor had heard others referring to him as), they never would have interacted. But a partner project had been assigned, and though Viktor would much rather do his work on his own, he was glad to at least be paired up with someone smart – not to mention, someone who seemed nice and bearable, for the most part.

Each duo had been assigned a research topic that had to do with the dark arts. Viktor, well-versed in the topics of the dark arts thanks to many a conversation with his aunt, was surprised to see the words “The Hexcore” printed in neat cursive ink at the top of their scroll. Not only had he never heard of anything of the sort, but it seemed to stand out from the other students’ topics, which all fell into categories of hexes or curses.

Viktor looked up, only to see an incredibly confused-looking Jayce staring back at him. Well, at least that confirmed his suspicions – something was incredibly off about their project. “Have you… ever heard of this?” Jayce muttered, leaning across the desk between them so that Viktor could hear him. 

Viktor, who had been repeatedly mouthing the word “Hexcore” under his breath as if to see if he could recall some distant memory, managed only a shake of his head in response. He felt eyes boring into the back of his head, and when he cast a glance backwards, he was met with the harsh gaze of Professor Reveck.

Quickly looking back towards Jayce, he let out a frustrated little huff. “I’ve got no clue what this is. Surely there’s been a mistake.”

Jayce bit his lip, turning the scroll towards him as if reading it again would make it make any more sense. “Maybe.”

They agreed to meet with Professor Reveck after class was dismissed, but they needn’t have worried – while other students were rushing out the doors, the professor placed his hands on the desk in front of the two boys, effectively keeping them in place.

“Viktor,” he greeted, his voice rough, “and Jayce. I have a… favour to ask of you two.”

Viktor could only bring himself to blink at the man hovering over them, nodding stiffly. Jayce opened his mouth to speak, but was promptly cut off by the professor.

“I’m pleased to see you’re both on board. You see, your project topic may be unconventional – I’m sure you’ve noticed this already, yes?” He began, tracing his forefinger over the words written in cursive. “Well, this Hexcore, it is something that I am trusting the two of you with, and only the two of you.”

This time, Jayce did manage to speak up before being silenced by Singed. “Why us? If this is so secretive, surely –”

“You are two of my brightest students. I know that I can trust both of you with this.”

Unable to force himself to speak, Viktor nodded once again. He found himself feeling both intrigued and oddly flattered – the knowledge that they were being trusted with something so formidable had certainly caught his attention. “What is its purpose?” He dared to ask, glancing up at Singed once again.

“Unknown. However, I do have reason to believe that it could harbor the power to enhance and perhaps modify biology. This could prove to be of great importance in the medical world.” He explained, straightening up and turning towards the door behind his desk. “Stay right there for just one moment.”

As he walked away, Viktor turned to face Jayce, his eyebrows raised and his lips parted. Jayce beat him to speaking, a hesitant edge to his voice. “This… this can’t be a good idea.”

Viktor had to admit he was just as hesitant, but there was an underlying current of curiosity eating at his mind that he couldn’t ignore. “If it has the capability to help people…”

He trailed off into silence, as did Jayce. The tension between them was palpable, settling around them like an uncomfortably heavy blanket, and it was made worse when Professor Reveck returned. He held his hands out to the students, offering up the two glowing blue orbs that sat in his palms.

Neither boy reached out to take one, and he nudged his hands closer. “Hex Crystals. If anything will aid you in your research, it will be these.”

Jayce evidently wasn’t going to take one, if the concerned gaze he sent Viktor was any indication. Though he hesitated, Viktor reached out to take one of the crystals. It was smooth, sliding into his palm as easily as if it had somehow belonged there. The surface of it was cold to the touch, almost eerily so, but Viktor pushed that thought to the back of his mind.

Jayce, upon seeing that Viktor had taken the crystal without any sort of repercussions, reached out with a shaky hand to take the other between his thumb and index finger. Holding it felt wrong, but it only influenced the curiosity brewing in his mind.

Pulling his hands back and folding them in front of them, Singed watched the two in silence. When he spoke up once again, his voice was cold, betraying none of the earlier pride he’d shown to his students. “Go, or you’ll both be late to your next class. Do not speak about this to anyone. Oh, and watch the crystals; they’re very volatile.”

With that last word of warning, he was gone, having walked back into his office and leaving the two to their devices. Viktor cradled the crystal in his palm for another moment before silently tucking it into a pocket of his messenger bag. He reached out for his crutch and braced himself to stand.

“Are you sure about this?” Jayce said, following suit. He still held the crystal in his hand, staring at it with what could only be described as disdain. “I mean, if it’s supposed to help people…”

It was as if he was trying to convince himself that what they were doing wasn’t wrong. It gave Viktor an uneasy sinking feeling in his stomach, one that he tried to ignore.

Viktor began to walk towards the door, and after Jayce tucked his Hex Crystal into his bag, he trailed right behind. “It’s our assignment,” he insisted, casting a glance over his shoulder at Jayce. “Meet me in the library after dinner. We can find more information on it then.”

Jayce nodded, though Viktor could still see the way his hand trembled as he reached out to open the door. Viktor stepped through with a quiet “thank you,” offering Jayce what he hoped to be a reassuring smile.

They could do this. Viktor knew they could. It wasn’t as though it was anything too absurd – just a research project. Nothing more, and nothing less.

As he parted ways with Jayce and began to walk through the grounds to his next class, Viktor couldn’t help but feel as though the weight of the Hex Crystal was straining on his bag. Little though it may be, its impact would prove to weigh heavily on both his mind and body.

you guys my dumbass just realized i never posted this on tumblr 😭

went to post chapter two and there was just. no chapter one. please forgive me 😞

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sorry for the lack of updates guys, writer’s block is KICKING MY ASS. expect new chapters (and a new oneshot) through the next week! <3

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ੈ✩ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 ˖°࿐

❛ 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖. ❜

Jayce and Viktor are reincarnated as modern-day college students after the events of season two. They don't retain their memories, but they begin having flashbacks of their past lives with one another.

If you were to ask Viktor what his least favourite part of being in school was, he would answer “group work” without hesitation. Sure, maybe it taught him important social skills and how to function with other people in the workplace, but he didn’t care. He’d heard that argument since he was a child. All of his experience with group projects involved doing every bit of the work while others took credit.

It didn’t help that he didn’t have many people to choose to work with, either. There was Sky, but she didn’t have any classes with him – damn her for being a morning person. Viktor didn’t understand how she could handle physics at 7 am without tearing her hair out, but more power to her, he supposed. He didn’t think he would survive that kind of torture routinely. 

Well, just his luck, his physics professor decided that she wanted to assign a project for the last few weeks of the semester. After a huge test, no less. God, Viktor could use a break. At least it was only a partner project. He wasn’t sure he could deal with having to do the work of three people aside from himself.

While the others in the classroom milled about, finding seats with their friends to begin their work, Viktor stayed firmly put in his own chair. He’d just wait until someone approached him as a last-ditch effort, he guessed. He could really use Sky right about now.

His gaze landed on the front of the room, where Jayce was standing next to Mel. Viktor assumed they’d be partnering up. But, much to his surprise, Mel stepped past Jayce and sat down next to the blue-haired girl in the front – Viktor was pretty sure her name was Caitlyn, though he wasn’t positive. While looking around dejectedly, Jayce’s gaze fell on Viktor, and he gave him a questioning little glance and a tilt of his head.

Viktor blinked a few times, hoping he didn’t look as surprised as he felt, before he nodded. Well, this was certainly better than pairing up with someone he’d never met before. On top of that, Viktor was pretty sure Jayce would actually do his work. That was certainly a plus.

Jayce dropped his backpack on the floor and flopped down in the seat next to Viktor, stretching his arms out in front of him with a heavy sigh. Viktor chuckled quietly, more than a little amused at the man’s melodramatic actions. Normally, something of the sort would annoy him to no end, but… Jayce seemed to be able to get away with a lot more than most. Viktor didn’t want to think about why that was.

“I guessed you and Mel would partner up.”

Jayce’s nose scrunched up as he looked in the direction of Mel and Caitlyn, who were chatting and laughing at the front of the classroom. His look could easily have been mistaken for disdain if it weren’t for the clear hint of fondness in his gaze. “I thought we would, too. But I guess I’m a third wheel to my own friends now.”

Viktor had a hard time believing that a man as effortlessly charming as Jayce would be a third wheel in any situation, but he didn’t say as such. “It could be worse, I suppose. You could be left all alone.”

Jayce let out a huff of a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, definitely. I’d much rather work with you than someone I don’t know.”

It was a passing comment, one that probably meant nothing in the long run, but it caught Viktor’s attention. Jayce actually wanted to work with him – or, at least, would prefer to work with him over other people. That thought should not have gotten his heart racing the way it did. He was supposed to be more composed than this.

Pulling his laptop out of his bag, Viktor tried to turn his brain’s focus onto their project. That would be much more beneficial than scrutinizing Jayce’s every word or action. “So, I take it the test went well for you?”

Jayce blinked at him, almost like he didn’t know what he was talking about, and then a flicker of realization crossed his face at the memory of their conversation in the library. “Oh, yeah, it went fine. The book you recommended actually helped quite a bit.”

“I should hope so. That is my job.” Viktor said with a quiet laugh, opening up his laptop. “Have you given any thought to what we should do for our presentation?”

“Uh, honestly… not yet.”

Well, that was helpful. Viktor took the hair tie off of his wrist and pulled his hair back, ignoring how he could swear he could feel Jayce’s gaze on him. Maybe he was just imagining things.

He really hoped he wasn’t.

“I haven’t either. Maybe we should meet up at the library to work on it tonight, if we don’t get much done in class?” Viktor suggested, lowering his arms and giving his head a little shake to make sure his hair was secured. It was, and so he opened up his laptop to take note of any ideas they had.

Jayce looked a bit surprised by the suggestion, but it didn’t take long before he was nodding eagerly. “Yeah, sure. That sounds good to me.”

Viktor couldn’t fight a little smile, responding with a nod as he turned to his laptop. He made a few notes, but nothing groundbreaking – he couldn’t focus with Jayce sitting next to him.

Working with him was something Viktor felt as though he’d done a million times before. They exchanged words with ease, bouncing ideas off of one another like they’d been partners for years instead of minutes.

Before long, though, they were doing more chatting than talking. Viktor, who usually hated small talk, much preferred to listen to Jayce talk animatedly about his chemistry teacher or the next big exam he was studying for. It was almost impossible to keep up with how quickly he changed topics – it was like trying to hit a moving target.

Viktor couldn’t help but wonder how it was possible for someone to so effectively multitask – how Jayce managed to get his work done with such ease while also chatting Viktor’s ear off was mind-blowing. Viktor sat hunched over his laptop, trying desperately to focus on the words he was typing while also comprehending Jayce’s words. It was a losing battle, unfortunately. His fingers slowed on the keyboard, and he let out quiet “uh-huh”s and “yep”s while listening to Jayce ramble on.

By the time class was ending, Viktor was pretty sure he knew all there was to know about Jayce. Well, on a base level, at least.

He hated how boring his chemistry class was, even though he and Caitlyn sat together. He and Caitlyn had grown up together. He was pretty sure Caitlyn was seeing someone, but she wouldn’t tell him who it was. He, surprisingly, liked listening to Mel and Caitlyn’s occasional gossip. He – right, that probably got the point across.

Jayce still didn’t know much about him, though, which Viktor didn’t really mind. He grew up in Zaun. He’d been lonely as a kid. His parents weren’t around much, except for Viktor’s doctor’s visits. That was… well, really, that was all there was to know about him. He’d never been very interesting.

That was fine, though. He would settle for listening to Jayce talk any day. He was nice to listen to, and as they walked out of the lecture hall together, Viktor realized that he hadn’t felt so comfortable in another person’s presence in a long time.

The epiphany was frightening. He was used to tense conversations, to eyeing the closest exit whenever he spoke to someone else. And yet… here was Jayce, making him feel like he was at home after only a few days of knowing one another.

It took Viktor a moment to notice that Jayce had stopped talking. Looking up, he noticed the slight raise of Jayce’s eyebrows, and he felt a little sheepish smile form on his lips. He must have been asked a question.

“I, uh… sorry, say that again?”

“I said I’ve got to head to my next class,” Jayce repeated, and Viktor was relieved to hear no sign of annoyance in his tone. If anything, he only sounded a little amused. “I’ll see you at the library, yeah? How does four sound?”

“Yeah. Yeah, four sounds good.” Viktor agreed, watching as Jayce waved and walked down the hallway.

He held onto his crutch a little more tightly for a moment, taking a slow breath in and out. He needed to get back to his dorm. Some peace and quiet to think would do his mind good right now, especially if he was going to be spending the afternoon with Jayce.

Suddenly, four o’clock sounded much too far away.

sigh. they're so gay. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Ximena Talis, Mel Medarda, Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Singed | Corin Reveck, Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, The Hexcore (League of Legends), Viktor is influenced by The Hexcore (League of Legends), Bisexual Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce and Viktor's Divorce Era (League of Legends), They get there after a while, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Minor Jayce/Mel Medarda, Jealous Viktor (League of Legends) Summary:

When you’re sent a letter telling you that you’ve been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it’s no secret that you’ll be dealing with all sorts of magic — hell, it’s in the name. Jayce and Viktor are no strangers to strange occurrences and extraordinary happenings. But when the two sixth-year students get wrapped up in their professor’s research of and experimentation with the Hexcore, it’s clear that they’re in far over their heads.

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𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗒, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 — 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖩𝖺𝗒𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗁-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌.

Chapter one is up now! Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! <3

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ੈ✩ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 ˖°࿐

❛ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀, 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣. ❜

Jayce and Viktor are reincarnated as modern-day college students after the events of season two. They don't retain their memories, but they begin having flashbacks of their past lives with one another.

It had been almost a week since Jayce spoke to Viktor for the first time. Coincidentally – or not, he wasn’t quite sure yet – he hadn’t had another bout of déjà vu since. He couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, he was having a much easier time focusing during class. On the other, he was somehow thinking about the other man even more than before.

It was infuriating, really, and his friends were beginning to notice the changes in his demeanor. Mel had begun to interrogate him every time he zoned out during their conversations, and though he assured her that everything was fine, it was nowhere near enough to convince her. She was just as stubborn as he was (if not more, if he was being honest with himself), and it was clear that she wasn’t going to give up until he told her exactly what was bothering him.

At the very least, he found himself studying more. He had a physics exam coming up, one that had the potential to kick his ass, so most of his free time was devoted to staring at his laptop, hoping that the words on the screen would cement themselves into his brain.

After one such day of studying for what felt like hours on end – though, in reality, was more like forty-five minutes on end – he abruptly stood from his desk, deciding that he needed to get out of his suffocatingly lonely dorm for a little while. Mel was in class and Caitlyn was busy “studying” with a new friend, or so she claimed, so he was left to his own devices. 

Music blasting in his headphones, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and began to walk around the campus. The wind had a bit of a chill to it, just enough to make him shiver, but luckily, winter weather wouldn’t properly set in for another month or so. He dreaded the thought.

Before Jayce knew it, he was approaching the library building. He didn’t often go inside, preferring to find his study materials online, but he guessed a quick look around couldn’t hurt. Hell, maybe he’d find something that could help him study. Lord knows he’d need it.

The door shut behind him as he pulled his headphones down, letting them settle around his neck. The library was surprisingly empty, save for a few students looking at the crowded bookshelves or studying at the tables scattered around. Jayce headed for the back of the library, where he remembered previously seeing a few science textbooks.

Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t the only one back there. Tucked into the corner, shelving books, was who he assumed was the librarian’s assistant – the man’s back was to him, and all he could see was a head of dark brown hair pulled back into a messy bun, the backside of a dark green sweater that looked far too warm, even for this time of year, and the crutch he was leaned up against.

Oh. Oh.

Shit.

Jayce turned to face the other shelf, taking the first book he saw into his hands and hoping he looked to be engrossed in it. Just his luck. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Viktor. It was just that, well… he didn’t know how to handle himself in the slightest around the other man. He’d never had that problem before.

It was an internal battle every time he saw those beautifully familiar golden eyes. Half of him wanted to run and hide, while the other half insisted on spilling everything – how a suffocating wave of déjà vu would wash over him at just the sight of Viktor, or how daydreams about him felt strangely like faint, repressed memories.

He forced himself to ignore that second half of himself. No doubt he would look like a creep if he said any of that. At the very least, Viktor would probably think he was insane.

“Jayce?”

Clearing his throat, he turned to face Viktor, running a hand through his hair. He grinned lopsidedly, hoping that he didn’t look as panicked as he felt. “Uh, hey, Viktor! I didn’t see you over there.”

Viktor’s gaze said it all – he clearly didn’t believe Jayce’s shitty lie, but luckily, he didn’t mention anything about it. “Are you looking for something in particular?” He asked, nodding to the shelf of books Jayce was standing in front of. A lock of hair fell in front of his glasses, and he parted his lips to blow it out of his gaze.

“Uhm, well… I have a feeling that the exam coming up in physics is gonna kick my ass. Do you know if there are any textbooks that might help me study?”

Viktor put down the stack of books in his arms and moved to stand next to Jayce, peering at the shelf with a concentrated little frown. He chuckled before speaking up once again. “Well, if the notes you’ve already got from class aren’t enough, you might be fucked.”

Jayce was pretty sure that was the first time he’d heard Viktor joke about something. He was also pretty sure that was the first time he’d heard Viktor laugh outside of his daydreams. He found himself laughing too, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah… you might be right.”

“Try this,” Viktor responded, handing Jayce a thick textbook. “If that doesn’t help you, I’m not sure anything else will.”

Jayce nodded, chuckling quietly at the added jab. His fingers almost brushed against Viktor’s as he took the book from him, and an unhelpful voice in the back of his head wished that they would have touched. “Thanks. I really hope it does help, ‘cause otherwise, I’m done for.”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine. I’ve seen your work; you’re smart.”

Even the unimportant, nearly flippant compliment was enough to get Jayce’s pulse to race. He tapped his fingers nervously against the spine of the textbook in his hands, unsure of how to respond. “Oh, uh, thanks. I mean, you’re right, I probably will be fine, but…”

Viktor nodded, a little smirk gracing his lips. Jayce couldn’t decide if it was endearing or utterly infuriating. “You probably will be. Good luck nonetheless.”

“Good luck to you, too.” Jayce managed to say after stumbling over his words. He probably should have left right then, gone back to his dorm to mentally recover from what felt like the most difficult conversation of his life, but he couldn’t seem to lift his feet from the floor. Before he could stop himself, he added, “I like your sweater.”

Viktor glanced down at himself as if he’d forgotten what he was wearing, then looked back up with a sheepish grin. “Thanks.”

It brings out his eyes, Jayce’s brain uncooperatively piped up. Instead of saying that out loud, he just nodded. Viktor brushed his hair out of his eyes and turned around to resume organizing the books on the shelf, and Jayce realized he had forgotten that Viktor had a job to do. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, yeah?”

Viktor, already consumed by his work, only gave a noncommittal hum in response. Jayce tried not to let that get to him as he spun on his heel, checking out the textbook as fast as humanly possible. He needed the hell out of that suffocatingly awkward situation.

When he made it back to his dorm, he tossed the textbook onto his comforter without much thought, promptly following it. He landed in the heap of blankets at the foot of his bed, letting out a muffled groan against them.

He had no clue how he was going to survive this. Sure, he wanted to get to know Viktor better, but if one simple conversation had him acting like this? He wasn’t sure he could make it. Even without the daily daydreams plaguing him, he couldn’t get that damned face out of his mind.

His goal of studying was long forgotten. At this rate, he’d die of embarrassment before making it to the exam day.

jayce is such a drama queen i ❤️ him

they're both so dumb i fear

credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers!! and thank you guys for all the love of this series so far??? it means the world to me!

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This might sound kind of complicated, so I'm sorry in advance^^

But Valentine's Day comes around and Viktor is sick, so they have to call off their plans (maybe a nice dinner date or something) and Jayce takes care of him? I don't know, I just got that idea a while ago and think it would be really cute!

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Viktor hated the wintertime. He made sure everyone around him knew it, too – he consistently complained about being cold (especially to Jayce, who’d always jump at the chance to warm him up), he was almost always sulking, and he made sure to voice his grievances whenever his body began to ache.

On top of that, Viktor had never really been a fan of Valentine’s Day. Having been single for almost his entire life, it hadn’t ever seemed important to him.

Jayce? Well, Jayce was another story.

He was a little over-the-top when it came to their relationship on an average day. Viktor often compared him to an overeager puppy – not that he’d say so out loud, of course. Jayce tended to get a little huffy when he was teased.

Viktor had become used to Jayce’s ways of expressing love. Physical touch was the most common, but Viktor also occasionally came home to find a bouquet of flowers, his favourite chocolates, or a book he’d been eyeing for a while. It was often paired with a sweet note, especially if Jayce had known Viktor was having a rough day. Viktor would never admit how much he loved the little gestures of affection, though it didn’t matter; Jayce knew.

Despite having dated for a little over ten months, this upcoming weekend would be their first Valentine’s Day together. Unsurprisingly, Jayce was earnest to go all out. He’d insisted on planning a date out at a nice restaurant, and though Viktor assured him that they didn’t have to do anything special, it was clear that his mind was made up.

The few days leading up to their planned dinner date, Viktor found himself faced with two conflicting feelings: on one hand, he was steadily growing more excited to go out and to give Jayce the gift he’d picked out for him. On the other, he’d been awfully tired lately. And sniffly. Not to mention sneezy.

Yeah, there was no denying that he was getting sick. But he did his best to take care of himself – something he had a bad habit of neglecting to do without annoyed reminders of Jayce – until he went to sleep on February 13th, hoping that he would wake up feeling well enough to push through one more day.

Waking up on Valentine’s Day, Viktor was immediately struck with a shiver even though he had multiple blankets piled on top of him. He rolled over in his bed with a quiet groan, his throat sore and his joints aching. His knee, propped up on a pillow and bent at an awkward angle, protested any movements.

He reached out towards his nightstand, grabbing his phone and squinting against the bright light it emitted. His hair hung in his eyes, blocking most of his vision, but he couldn’t find the strength to brush it away. His last text to Jayce had been a simple goodnight, and the thought of having to cancel their plans sent a wave of guilt through Viktor.

It took a few moments and rewriting his text a few times before he finally settled on:

Good morning. I think we might have to take a rain check on dinner.

Jayce responded within seconds, asking why and if Viktor was okay. Viktor answered by telling Jayce that he was sick, though this likely didn’t surprise him – his immune system was anything but strong, and especially during the winter, he felt as though he was sick every other week.

Jayce didn’t seem to be upset about the cancellation of plans, which relieved Viktor slightly. It wasn’t long before Jayce offered to come over, and Viktor agreed. Maybe it was selfish; the last thing he wanted was to get Jayce sick. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny that he wanted company from his boyfriend. It was Valentine’s Day, after all.

Luckily for Viktor, Jayce was quick to get to his apartment. He knew where the spare key was, so he let himself in the front door and headed towards the bedroom. Viktor’s heart melted at the sight of the flowers and stuffed teddy bear in his arms.

Jayce set the flowers down on the dresser and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to run a hand through Viktor’s hair. His gaze was sympathetic as he watched Viktor lay his head back down. He felt Jayce’s hand press against his forehead, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t need to be mother-henned, even if he did enjoy the attention.

“You look miserable,” Jayce commented as he set the plush in front of Viktor. It was a bit childish, sure, but Viktor couldn’t help but find the gift endearing. He’d never imagined himself collecting stuffed animals, but Jayce had a habit of gifting them to him, and… well, he couldn’t help himself.

“I feel miserable,” Viktor grumbled in response, his eyes fluttering closed as Jayce pulled the blankets further over his body. “Do I have a fever, doc?”

Jayce rolled his eyes and let out a wry chuckle at the mocking edge to Viktor’s voice, lying down in the bed behind his boyfriend. “I don’t think so. I doubt that makes you feel any better, though, huh?”

“Mm, not at all. But I do appreciate the effort.” Truthfully, just the warmth of Jayce’s body against his was enough to lessen his shivering and make him feel better, if only slightly. 

“Well, I’m not going to move from this bed for the rest of the day. Good luck getting rid of me.”

Viktor laughed quietly, the sound a strange mix between a raspy chuckle and a cough. “Duly noted, though I wasn’t exactly planning on getting rid of you.”

“I just thought you should know,” Jayce said with a content sigh, pressing his face against the back of Viktor’s neck. “Hell of a Valentine’s Day we’re going to have, yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” Viktor responded, reaching his hand back to run his fingers through Jayce’s hair. “I didn’t mean to ruin our plans.”

Jayce shook his head, pressing a kiss against Viktor’s jawline. “Don’t apologize. This is just as good as a fancy dinner. Maybe even better.”

Viktor silently agreed. Though he wasn’t exactly over the moon about the fact that he was sick, he certainly wasn’t going to complain about getting to spend a day lazing around in bed with his boyfriend. He didn’t often give himself the chance to just do… absolutely nothing, and if he was being entirely honest, this felt like heaven.

“Thank you for the gift,” he finally said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, “but you didn’t need to get me anything. Dinner was enough.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I have a feeling you’re being a hypocrite.”

Damn Jayce for being able to read him so well. Of course he was being a hypocrite – Viktor had noticed Jayce eyeing a book at the library a few times, so when he saw a copy on a trip down to the local bookstore, he bought it. He was planning on giving it to Jayce along with a box of his favourite chocolates (though that was, admittedly, partially because he knew that Jayce would share).

He let out a heavy sigh, pressing his face into his pillow. Jayce, used to how melodramatic his boyfriend could be at times, only laughed. “I’m assuming I’m right.”

“Yes, yes. As always.” Viktor begrudgingly admitted, tilting his head to the side just enough to give Jayce a halfhearted glare. “It’s in the kitchen.”

“I hope you know I’m not getting up, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I was, but I suppose I can give it to you later. It’s that engineering book I’ve seen you looking at. And some chocolates.”

Jayce grinned quietly, trailing a few kisses along Viktor’s jaw and up to his cheek. “So you do pay attention. I knew you loved me.”

If Viktor weren’t feeling so shitty, he would have made a show of squirming away from the relentless attention. Instead he leaned into it, closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath. “Have I ever given the impression that I didn’t?” He groused.

“No. But you like to pretend that you don’t.”

“That’s only because you’re a nuisance.” Viktor countered. Even as he insulted Jayce, he sank further into his embrace, feeling properly warm for the first time in hours. That was the benefit of having a boyfriend who doubled as a portable heater, he supposed.

“You don’t really think that,” Jayce murmured, frowning and giving Viktor his best puppy-dog eyes. Viktor might have believed the act if not for the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips and the mischievous spark in his eyes. “You love me.”

“You’re lucky I do.”

“Aw, well, I love you too, V.” 

The words were paired with a kiss on the cheek, which elicited a tranquil hum from Viktor. He let himself curl up against his boyfriend, ignoring the protest of his aching leg. He wasn’t going to let his aching joints or sore throat ruin his Valentine’s Day, not while he was wrapped up in the arms of his favourite person.

this request was literally so cute omg!! had me giggling n kicking my feet while writing it lmfao

credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!!

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thinking about taking a few requests over the weekend (i have two extra days off), specifically valentine’s themed ones — but i’ll also take others! would anybody be interested in sending in requests? if there’s a specific scenario you want to see written, i’d be happy to write and post it! <3

i’m mostly used to writing for jayce and viktor, but i wouldn’t mind trying to write other pairings from arcane. i’m also in fandoms like good omens, dr who, and takin’ over the asylum, so if any of those are up your alley, don’t be afraid to send in requests for them too!

(also i take requests anytime, just so you guys know! this is specifically because i want to write something valentine’s day themed lol)

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gonna be so real with you guys it’s been a crazy stressful week so far lmao 😭 i planned on having chapter one of the harry potter jayvik au up by yesterday but clearly that didn’t happen, so sorry guys! i’m going to go ahead and say that i’m postponing that and the new chapter of honey, you’re familiar to this weekend. they’ll get posted soon, i promise 🥰

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getting the harry potter jayvik au started for real this time! it’s probably going to be up by tonight <3

no rehearsals today so i fear a lot of writing is going to get done 😜

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no rehearsals today so i fear a lot of writing is going to get done 😜

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guys i’ve made up my mind and i’m going to write the jayvik harry potter au 😍

BUT. i haven’t watched the movies or read the books in forever lmao. so is there anybody who’s more familiar with harry potter than i am who wouldn’t mind giving me some opinions/advice on headcanons, plot ideas, etc? if so, please please please message me and let me know! <3

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thinking about writing a special jayvik valentine's day oneshot idk guys