#LITERALLY WHERE IS THE VIKTOR CONTENT??

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He is so handsome wtf. His neutral face >>

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not really the type who likes posting their ocs much but here's a Nim :}

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Harry Potter/Genshin Impact Crossover Fun🎉

for @kiraisastay my beta reader for the big fat Eldritch AU awhile back! :)

“…a genshin/Harry Potter crossover where reader (still fem) comes from genshin (so she has a vision) and tries to fit in at Hogwarts (would love for it to be set around the Goblet Of Fire so the hp characters in that age start maturing and actually understand what happens around them and aren't little kids , plus, y'know, YULE BALL), would also like for the reader to have a more stoic/emotionless personality with tragic past (so like having scars y'knowww) cuz it makes character building a lot more juicy ahah, but you can write it however you want tho!! (this can be funnier to write if you're feeling a lot creative)”

UGH sorry i took forever! im rlly bad at estimating time...

I hope this is a fun read at least, and thanks for much for taking on that eldritch monster fic awhile back lol

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Orbit: Long Headcanon/fic-thing (~2k words) - Harry Potter x Genshin Impact Crossover (4th Year)

Sun: Feminine Reader (she/her), Slytherin Reader, Reader is 15-16 year old.

Stars: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Viktor Krum, mentions of others.

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader has rough past, & Trigger Warnings: vague mentions of scars, Reader has bad relationship with parents.

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You’re so fucking happy your Cryo Vision came with you.

You knew you were in a different country, one you definitely had never been to before, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you where it was at first

Your first guess was Fontaine, but the robes and strange overuse of catalyst weapons (actually, only catalyst weapons??) began to convince you otherwise real quick,

Fontaine was just the closest country you could compare it to

yeah so obviously by the time u realized you shouldn't be waving a sword around, it was too late lmao, u scared the shit out of the potions shopkeeper and had to make a hasty exit

bc for some reason any other weapon than a catalyst is shamed here?? which makes no sense to you, as it seems like their “magic” here could just as easily be channeled into different weapons/items??

u guess not having monsters to randomly fight everytime u just wanna take a walk outside makes for a pretty peaceful world, and specifically this country ”England” or the “United Kingdom”

u had taken a week or so to re-orient yourself to this new world, how only a certain society knew about their magic, how there were no gods here, at least not any u could easily interact with, and that most people your age would be in school still???

while u could choose to pursue higher education or specialize in Sumeru’s Akademiya, basic schooling was still provided in every country in Teyvat up until about 15 years old

but at this point u were willing to do what it took to blend into this world, and u didnt want anyone to be asking how old u were/why u werent in school when you wandered around, so u went to Hogwarts

It also proved to be a good way to acquaint urself with the world/its magic and give u a place to better excuse any social or magical mistakes

But needless to say, u struggled, u had to constantly find some workaround for “magic” from the wands/catalysts in classes

and luckily they took u being a transfer student pretty smoothly, as u were just in time for the “Triwizard Tournament” to be announced and other schools were coming to participate, u easily got accepted in

and the only one who batted an eye at it was the weird old Headmaster, who u already suspected knew more abt u than he was letting on (Dumbledore seemed to have eyes everywhere the more u learned, which made u more suspicious of him too)

you'd been sorted into Slytherin, along with the Russian magical students, (Durmstrang?)

of which you had absolutely no frame of reference for how bad that was, other than being accused of literally being from the Abyss 💀

while the rest of the student body treated u with the basic contempt u learned all Slytherins just seemed to kind of get all the time, ur own house was a little more confusing when it came to you

some were curious abt all the scars, the strange glowing snowflake gem that u concealed on ur hip, what ur country was like and what the magic school over there was like (thank fuck for ur poker face and insane lying skills that made it believable)

(there was absolutely a rumor abt u pulling a sword on Filch at some point, u neither denied nor supported it)

the other half of the slytherins were all uptight about u possibly being a “Muggleborn” and sneered at u every chance they got (some weird blond kid a year or 2 below you??)

or they outright ignored u

tbh u didn't really get much genuine favor between Slytherins just being Slytherins and ur own reputation/cold disposition until Professor Snape saw how good u were at potions a month into this insanity

(it was just basic alchemy? nearly everyone, especially Vision-users, knew how to do it back home? why was it so special here?? u had this kind of question a lot in this world over most things, like the “muggles dont know abt magic” thing, it seem like more trouble than its worth.)

U both got along in the same way a cold-demeanor father bonds with his carbon copy cold-demeanor daughter lol

in which he invited u for tea sometimes out of polite extra teaching for “ur future plans of being a potion master, like myself”

which okay?? u were better than most ur age at potions bc of alchemy (which u learned is taught at higher levels of potion mastery) and its not like you've figured out how to get back to ur world anytime soon

so u just roll with that being ur “future career” for now, it makes the old emo professor happy so u figure why not

And its the first scrap of favor you’ve found here so it works

Tho u did complain at Snape for picking on Gryffindors, saying “ur rlly not helping that Slytherin reputation for tall dark and evil here”

He proceeded to make u clean and reorganize his potion stores for that lol

(Tho he did start to lighten up the more u picked on him abt it, the poor kid with huge round glasses followed you with his huge green eyes for weeks, he seems to be the only one who's really realized ur the one convincing Snape to mellow out)

U begin researching information (thanks to Snape) in the forbidden part of the library abt different worlds/time travel, anything thatd put u close to possibly getting back home

Or, to be honest, a portal would be better, bc youd like to come back here sometimes,

Its not like u have family back home (not any who you'd want to visit), mostly just a few good friends who'd be worried abt u (Childe misses his sparring partner for sure)

Which then leads u to noticing that boy with the black hair and big round glasses (was it smth like,,, harold sculptor? Atp that seems like a feasible name to you bc in this world parents rlly were cruel abt naming their kid “feathery” or smth wild)

Harold and two others, one with fluffy long hair, and the other a redhead,

Were attempting to “spy” on u from behind bookshelves or at tables seated near the forbidden section

U saw them learn the times u came there and how they made sure to match them (tho it seems the redhead got bored easily and begged to eat instead)

You'd actually managed to make friends with some Durmstrang friends in the meantime too

And by that u mean Viktor Krum mostly

Ppl were constantly obsessed with him and he'd managed to escape up the astronomy tower to get some peace and quiet,

Only to run into u reading away, and he'd heard abt ur reputation, and wanted to befriend u

U two got along rlly well, lots of peaceful silences, and chill convos, esp since u guys had some stuff in common

Mostly how ur both foreign to Hogwarts/this country and adjusting still

Anyway that is to say, Viktor teased u abt the ducklings following u around everywhere thinking they were sneaky

And this was a routine u got used to, until it was time for the tournament

You hadnt bothered to put ur name in, u didnt feel like risking ur life for no reason afterall

So needless to say u were pissed when rumors went around abt u putting Harol- Harry's name in the goblet

(u finally learned his name, apparently he's famous for not dying? As a baby?? A powerful tyrant evil wizard wanted to kill him as a baby??? Just,, why)

Not only that but then he was obligated to be in the tournament???

U knew there was smth insane abt this school, bringing back this crazy tournament in the first place, somehow getting Harry's name in the goblet,

but u didn't think they were batshit crazy.

(Dumbledore is not helping his case in your eyes, esp as u suspect he’s got Snape involved in his BS too somehow…)

So needless to say you were going to fix this mess since these seasoned “wizard adults” weren't 😒

You snuck into the Great Hall using a high level alchemy invisibility amulet, and used ur Cryo vision to extinguish the Goblet of Fire 💀

It reset the game, and luckily they were able to resubmit the champions to the Triwizard Tournament and hide away the Goblet before it got tampered with again

Lol u got Harry out of it, and it wasnt until later in the library that u get cornered by the Gryffindor fourth year himself

He admits to seeing u under his invisibilty cloak that night and thanks you for getting him out of that hell, poor kid looks so grateful 😭

But regardless of that, he insists u tell him abt the ice spell u used, how u used it wandless, with no incantation, etc.

You just gave him a small smile (his big green eyes look even more shocked behind the glasses, what, was that old professor right? do u rlly not smile that much?) and tell him he owes u one

He agrees and u go on ur way to the forbidden section

(U dont explain the ice, afterall, who would believe him? You werent even that much older, and only “master wizards” could do what u did)

After that, Harry starts to follow u around a lot more,

much to the annoyance of his redhead friend (Rodrick? Rocky? smth with a R-) and the absolute admiration of the younger girl with big hair

the champions start the first trial, and u help Viktor out with a plan to defeat the dragon and get the egg in one piece (u had lots of experience with monsters after all, and Viktor and Snape, who couldn't keep his big nose out of your business, were simultaneously disturbed and yet not surprised by this information)

it works flawlessly, and that's when you notice the new DA teacher acting suspicious

as the champions gear up for the 2nd trial, u help Viktor try to figure out the egg’s secrets,

Both Harry and Hermione have taken to interrupting ur library research time (u finally learned her name, but not the redhead, he seemed a bit rude tbh so u don't care to know)

after brainstorming (well more like talking at the brick wall that was Snape) with the old potions professor over tea gossip time again, u finally figure out how to get the egg open without screaming, and tell Viktor

Who thanks u by taking u to the Yule Ball, but u only manage the first dance before u get absorbed in the food and the cool decor, and u also convince him to gossip with u in the corner too

(u do appreciate having a reason to dress up at least, as you attempt to imitate the Tsaritsa herself with this dress)

U notice further on into the night that Hermione ran out looking upset, and ur “girl’s girl” instinct kicks in, (regardless of ur neutrality for her, u lie to urself) and follow her outside to comfort her

u talk, and tho ur cold demanour did intimidate her a little, after she realized u were genuinely trying to help her, she took u up on the offer, and asked if u two could be friends since she’s “surrounded by stupid Gryffindor boys all the time”

u agreed amused, and convinced her to join Viktor and u in ur gossip session, which Harry (after humiliating himself on the dance floor), joined in later as well

(You may or may not have iced the floor secretly under the redhead’s and the equally annoying prissy Slytherin blonde’s feet, sending them sprawling on top of each other, so neither would come bother u four)

Over the next week you hear from Hermione’s researching/studying sessions with you that Ron did apologize to her, of which u advised her to get revenge on him anyway lmao

Harry at one point came groaning and complaining to you abt Cedric bothering him abt the egg problem, and u went ahead and gave it to him

Finally the next task was here, something abt rescuing smth underwater that mattered to each of the champions

u were immediately on ur guard when Dumbledore called u and 3 other seemingly random ppl to ur office (but u began to connect the dots after realizing one of them was the little sister of the Fontai- French Champion)

only to deflect the spell that would've knocked u out, and instead pretend to be knocked out

u obv kept ur Vision on u at all times, as always, and realized what was happening as the teachers levitated u all out to the lake

Snape snapped about being the one in charge of you, (and lowkey told u he knew u were awake, did he sound a little,, proud?? no, not Snape surely of all ppl)

Viktor did end up fishing you out, which he said u “looked like a very unhappy drenched old tom cat” while swimming to shore, (u awkwardly pat him on the back for thinking ur the best part of Hogwarts, and then smacked him for getting u kidnapped to go into a freezing lake)

and u also ended up helping Viktor rescue the other girl left behind, and froze some of the mermaids’ tails in the water for their trouble

Fleur was so grateful that she came to hunt you (and Viktor too at the time) for helping her and her sister that she came to thank u two again while at the library

which then led to her sometimes hanging around ur table at the library (everyone avoids it like the plague initially bc of you, but now youve got a gaggle of wizards rotating out all the time, like the younger years Harry/Hermione/Ron, Viktor, and now Fleur)

by the time the third trial rolls around, youve taken to bullying the prissy blonde brat a year below you to keep him from not only bothering Harry and Hermione, but also ur own peace and quiet

The other Slytherins are beginning to warm up to you, or at least not actively ignore you, since you’ve been hanging around Viktor Krum, along with gaining favor from Snape more obviously (he’d plopped a singular towel in ur lap after getting out of the lake, and u might as well have “Snape’s Favorite” written across ur forehead for all that means)

(also some of them may or may not find u roasting the annoying blonde bully kid amusing too)

it isn't until u see the creepy retired Aura (or whatever they call their knights) DA professor milling about the castle more, nearer the Gryffindor tower, that you begin to warn Harry to spread the word among his little lion club to not travel alone, esp in the evenings

(u don't like how his weird rolling blue eye looks thru you, it reminds u of Dumbledore)

by the time the third trial is finally announced, you have ur sights set on that weird old man, and end up following him to his classroom at one point,

in which he cracks open a rattling trunk, tosses some food in, and seems to have definitely stolen what you assume to be the Triwizard trophy

he casts a spell on it, and you put on that same invisibiltiy amulet from alchemy to better follow him, and watch him sneak into Dumbledore’s office to return the trophy

(You break the “portkey” spell you find on it)

(you also leave a note behind on the headmaster’s desk to look into a trunk in the new DA professor’s classroom storage, and to be more careful hiring the next one.)

Harry somehow gets sucked into the maze you find out, and you end up sneaking in to save him, using your sword and Cryo Vision to battle him out

(finally, Archons, you didnt realize how much you'd miss fighting monsters)

Aurors descend upon Hogwarts, only just after the trial ends, and Viktor wins (you trained him too well for him to not, and may or may not have viciously sparred with him a little too much for him to not be a little afraid of the consequences of losing after you helped him so much lol)

Just as Harry is taken in by Dumbledore for questioning of how he got trapped in the maze, he runs back to nearly squeeze the life out of you in a hug, he tells you thanks for helping him again (and forced u to promise to teach him sword fighting or “ice magic”)

Then, surprisingly, the entirety of Durmstrang (and some Slytherins??) haul you up into the air with Viktor to celebrate his victory

(You can see Snape snickering at ur misery in the air)

Viktor and Fleur stay penpals, and the “golden trio” (more like “gryffindor triplets”) sticks around your library table

and you think you could start to get used to this, and Harry, Hermione, and Snape had gotten you a Yule/winter gift

(what’s Christmas. and why is everyone obsessed with decorating trees??)

…that is until Hermione looks over your shoulder one day at your usual reading table, and points to a book you’ve chosen for research,

saying “if you need to make a portal somewhere, that’s the book you should be looking in.”

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i hope you liked it!! and that it wasn't too much of a clusterfuck/chaos that was barely readable 😅

again, thanks for being patient with me, and here's finally ur payment for dealing with my ass lmao

Happy late new year!!

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Dopamine

on AO3

Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut.

Cw: mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption

Words: 2k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly. (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 3: Between rage and something else

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous. Nervous didn’t even cut it at this point, you were dreading this meeting, and not even a pep talk from Moira (and her pep talks were known to be incredibly effective) helped get your usual confidence back. You scolded yourself the entirety of your walk there; how can you let someone as non threatening as Viktor shake your grounds so easily? It’s not like he would ever ‘win’ any of your fights, it’s not like…shake it off, you idiot. The voice in your head was correct, though. You never allowed him to make you flustered or visibly annoyed, but this recent excessive and prolonged contact with him had been proving to be much more than you could handle.

Nevertheless, the matter being official Academy business gave you no choice but to withstand his many attempts at slandering your work and being simply vexatious and arrogant. Many a deep breath later, you entered the café. He was sitting on a table near the farthest wall and did not seem to have noticed your entrance until you approached him. 

“You are late.”

“It’s 1:07” 

“You said 1:00, my time is valuable.”

“I apologize, I’m sure you have many things to do at the lab,” you said, making sure the sarcasm in your voice came through. 

He was unable to retort since, before you could even sit on the chair opposite him, a waitress was already standing next to the table with a wide grin. 

“Welcome! How are you two doing today?”

“I’m wonderful, thank you.” You tried as hard as you could to let go of the frown you’d been carrying and be as nice as possible to her, Viktor answering with a polite smile as well. 

“That is so great to hear! Can I get you something to start?”

“Just drip coffee and sweet milk for him.” Viktor was initially annoyed that you had spoken over him, but his feelings soon changed into unfiltered confusion. 

“Sure thing! I'll be back with those in a minute, let me know if you need anything else.” She said and then disappeared among the group of people at the counter who were taking their orders to go. 

“How did you know?”

“What?”

“What I wanted to order”

“What do you mean? It’s literally all you drink,” You said in a dismissive tone that just made him even more puzzled. You would’ve dropped the matter there if his expression wasn’t so utterly perplexed. “Viktor, just because I don’t like you, it doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

“Right, eh, I got the notebook, where would you like to start?” He said, trying to deflect. 

“Why can’t I write?”

“I got the notebook first, I write. And my handwriting is better anyway.”

“Fine, I asked Heimerdinger how many days we were allotted for the conference, and he said we needed to have it all on the same day, but we could get two different venues in the same place to split the different disciplines.”

“Why is that necessary?”

“I doubt the people who attend to see the chemistry presentations will be interested in sticking around for the arts talk, so rather than having people stand up and leave, we can split the disciplines into two different venues”

“Hm, sure.” He said, opening the notebook to start scribbling down, “Chemistry, engineering and biology on one venue, arts, history and language on the other.”

"Exactly,” You started to say before being gracefully interrupted by the sweet waitress with your drinks.  

“Here’s yours, and here’s the drip coffee, are we all good?”

“Yes, everything is perfect, thank you so much”

“No problem at all! And can I just say you two are such a lovely couple? I haven’t seen a couple go out with matching outfits in so long, it makes me so giddy to see!”

“We are not—” Viktor was quick to answer, but you were quicker.

“—matching, this is our work uniform. Maybe we should go out with matching outfits one day, though, that sounds so fun! Right, my love?” 

Shock is not a strong enough word to describe what Viktor was going through at the moment, his ears red with embarrassment and his silence deafening.  

“Don’t mind him; he’s shy,” you said, shooting her a warm smile as she did the same and turned to leave once again.

There was another minute of muted annoyance in Viktor's eyes, contrasting with the smug chuckle you let out. 

“Are you out of your mind? What was that about?”

“What? That was hilarious,” You said, shrugging.

“Why do you always do that? What is so fun about being a mythomaniac?”

“I don’t always do that, only to get out of uncomfortable situations. Can you imagine how awkward she would’ve felt if we had corrected her? She’s happy, and I got to see you flustered, so I’m happy; everyone wins!”

“I’m not— Whatever. Stop doing that."

“So, about scheduling, we need to decide the order of the speakers.” You said, still with a smirk on your lips. Viktor nearly sighed in relief.

“For venue number one, I think it should be me, biology second and you third.”

“There is no way I’m going last; I want to leave as early as possible, not to mention the bio students are probably going to be the largest crowd, so if anything, he should go last to retain the audience for as long as possible.”

“There’s the same amount of students in all disciplines.”

“I’m talking about the turnout on the day of, more people are going to show up for him.” 

“How can you be so sure of that? You don’t even remember his name.”

“First of all, neither do you, and second of all, he is hot; all the students swoon over him.”

“That’s preposterous.” There was a tinge of more annoyance in his eyes. 

“If you paid attention to anything other than those little blue crystals, you would’ve noticed.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not a good enough reason to change the schedule”

“Why can’t it be me, him, and you, then? You can close off the show, rock star!”

“We can both write out proposals for the order and present them to the others at our next group meeting; the best one wins.”

“Ugh, everything is a competition for you, isn’t it?” You said now visibly annoyed.

This comment seemed to irk him differently than usual; perhaps he felt you were right, or perhaps he felt hurt by your comment, but either way, it seemed to have worn him down. A sigh of resignation and a massage on his temples later, and he was apparently ready to give up. 

“Have it your way then, princess.” 

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This had an effect on you, but definitely not the one he intended. After writing the order of the schedule down and ironing out some other details, you offered to take this information to Lara so she could design the material for advertising. You would’ve gone to the art labs (more like studios, but they all called them labs since every researcher workspace was in the same wing of the Academy), but for obvious reasons you couldn’t, so you made plans to meet up at her dorm that very night.

Lara was as fun as you expected. Moira had been your only friend at the Academy for years. You always preferred to keep to yourself, and although Jayce was your friend too, technically, his proximity to Viktor made it difficult for you to hang around his work space without starting any fights, so hanging out with someone new felt refreshing. 

The work meeting was quick. After you had settled into one of the comfortable puff chairs scattered throughout the small room, she began to offer you drinks and food. One gossip session later, she offered you one of her tiny nightgowns, and before you noticed, you were having a full-on slumber party. 

It felt good to relax like this. You chastised Viktor a lot for being too obsessed with his work, but you weren’t too far off from that yourself, not having had a night to wind down with friends in at least a year. She made cocktails that tasted like sweet nectar and fruit too, so it was so easy for the both of you to be way over tipsy when you heard a knock on the door that she went to answer. 

“Guess what, sweetheart! It's your worst enemy!” You heard her scream from over at the door and then come over, slightly tumbling, with a very confused Viktor on one arm. "Come, come, come, err... want a drink? Some chips? We’re havin’ some chips, aren’t we, hun? Here, have some chips..."

“Eh, no, thank you; I just came over to correct a mistake I made on the notes I sent her with. It should’ve said 6:00 pm instead of 8 p.m. on the first time slo— “

"Yeah, yeah, tell me again tomorrow, though I won’t remember,” Lara said again in between giggles as she let go of his arm and sat down on the bed. 

Throughout all of this, you stayed silent, looking up at him as you sank into one of the puffs. He blushed for a second time that day, as you noticed, and he made it a point to look at the floor every time Lara spoke. When he looked at you, even though you tried to repress it, you smiled in amusement. 

“Can you at least write it down?” He told you. 

“I’ll write it down, yeah,” You said, crossing your legs. 

“Now?”

“Are you in a rush, Vik?” You said standing up lazily.

There’s a kind of blushing that bares the soul— Not the kind where one’s embarrassed; you’ve seen that on Viktor plenty of times as it settled on his ears—the kind where you could see pink and peach and red all mix to boil over his cheeks. You didn’t know for sure, but the crinkle of his nose and the long but broken-up breath he took showed something beyond simple timidness, something darker. 

Perhaps it was the scanty lace of your nightgown and your own spirit-induced rosy cheeks, or maybe you had unlocked in him a new level of rage. You wanted to see it again, that was for sure, whatever the cause was.  

“You two seem to be having a lot of fun; write down the correct time, and I’ll be on my way”

And that you did, you had a lot more time to figure this out in your next meetings. He turned and left through the door as soon as he made sure the information was recorded, and you were left to silently ponder what you had just seen while you continued to have fun with Lara. 

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Viktor heel-and-toe raced all the way back to his dorm as fast as his legs allowed him. From the outside, it would seem he was trying to run away from something, and in a way he was. He thought maybe leaving the place was good enough to leave that feeling behind, but alas, it wasn't. 

Only when the door handle did not turn did he notice his palms were sweating, and it went downhill from there. Every step he took inside his room came with a new realization. He sat in the dark for a while; his skin felt a little too much like skin, his heart was incredibly squeezed and restricted sitting in his throat, and his face was hot enough to boil the sweat dripping down his forehead. He would’ve mistaken this for unbridled rage in any other circumstance, he could have, if it hadn’t been for the uncomfortable feeling of tightness in his pants.

The line was so blurry, he thought, between rampant fury and arousal, they shared the same place in the brain and produced some of the same hormones. But this was not supposed to happen. There was so much more about you to loathe than to like, or at least that’s what he had always believed. 

Perhaps this is why it feels so good to hate her, Viktor thought. 

However, this felt like letting you win. And if you were right about something, it was that Viktor was competitive. A cold shower should do it. 

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Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Mel Medarda

she is the richest woman in piltover who left her family because she didn't agree with the way they did things (conquering and murdering). she sponsors jayce and viktor, and courts jayce, which makes people upset because, you know, jayvik. she and viktor are CANONICALLY parallels with much of their imagery mirroring the other's and they are literally the same height. and people are so weird and misogynist and racist about her. they argue she is manipulating jayce and doesn't actually love him. i am cognitively disabled and cannot explain things well, but, she is so fucking shouldered

Black woman who has a romantic arc with one of the main characters Jayce. Jayce has a best friend called Viktor and their relationship is pretty important plot wise, shown as a direct contrast to his relationship with Mel even though only one is canonically sexual/romantic. So naturally fandom as the transformative safe haven it is villainized Mel horribly coming up with theories about how instead of being a complex morally grey character she's actually evil and just wants to seduce Jayce for Evil Reasons. Since they couldn't use her as a supportive female friend with no personality, others just ignored her existence entirely or acted like Jayce would ditch her for Viktor. Majority of m/m shippers will reduce her down to her relationship with Jayce and an obstacle in the way of JayVik, ironically writing her as a far worse and less complex version of the character we get on screen. The misogyny reeks and combined with the racism? It's a pretty bad case. Only slightly mitigated due to the fact that the main characters of the show are women (and the lead is a lesbian) so thankfully the male focus of fandom is lessened as opposed to filling almost every inch. Still awful to try and search for good Mel content, godspeed girlies with taste.

She's one of the most interesting characters on the show, a rich politician, smart and beautiful and has a really complicated and intriguing relationship with the city's golden boy inventor. unfortunately golden boy has a sickly twink science partner so she gets sidetracked SO BAD

Juno

She's honestly a way deeper character than people give her credit for, her arc is that of acceptance and being true to your heart despite what society thinks of you. Oh yeah and for the record she doesn't stand in the way of Lougosi because of her crush on Legoshi because I honestly think that she was more in love with the idea of being in a same species relationship than she was with Legoshi himself. I'm talking about the part where she falls for Louis and struggles with the knowledge that if she actually pursues him she's gonna be seen as a freak and never reach the social status she strives for. There's a lot to discuss with her character arc but NOOOO let's all just laugh at how she gets no bitches because Beastars fans see Juno as a joke. (I'm not mad I'm not mad it's fine it's fine)

shes cool but she doesnt have good chemistry with her canon love interest and therefore the fandom chalks her up to having no personality whatsoever. they see her as either an obstacle or a sex object basically

Done dirty by the writers and fandom alike

[cheeriecherrymain]

I see ur requests are open and... i have an odd one, if you're willing. Viktor with a s/o who asks if he could be more possessive for a night? Like, reader would never intentionally make Viktor jealous but they like the fantasy of it, if that makes sense?

Whether you do this ask or not, I just want to say i adore your writing. Its like a warm hug on a rainy day <3

Once again, I have taken the prompt in my mouth and run away, and this time no one was there to get to me to spit it out. I'm sorry, it's a little bit chewed.

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

Content tags: some guy being gross and handsy (brief) | Reader being anxious (brief) | possessive Viktor | semi-public sex | p in v | fingering | squirting | lol it's a little messy | meanie Viktor | but also softie Viktor | safewords in place but not used

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-You can feel the eyes on you, as you wander around the crowded event hall. Sidelong glances from other patrons as you pass them by, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before their attention is drawn elsewhere.

-You don’t stand out amongst the other partygoers - your clothing is simple and elegant, draping and folding over your body in the most flattering way. Your jewelry, though heavy at your throat and wrists, is mundane, even as it sparkles in the light of the chandeliers above.

-But despite all this, despite so totally blending in with the crowd, you can’t shake the sensation that you’re being watched. Not just looked at as a passing thought, but actively followed throughout the room. Yet you can’t seem to find your potentially unwanted guest.

-You crane your neck in every direction, hoping to detect any kind of suspicious movement. You’re honestly a little bit angry about how flustered all this is making you: you don’t even know that you are being watched. For all you know, there could be no threat whatsoever, and you could be getting worked up over nothing.

- “Shit!” you hiss, as you collide face-first into some unwitting person dressed in a fancy suit. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

-You expect a solid reprimand for your actions, a verbal lashing for being careless and airheaded, and for having the audacity to interact with someone of such important stature.

-But nothing comes.

- “It’s alright,” the man chimes, flashing you with a blindingly charismatic smile. “The wine is still in the glass, so there’s no harm done. It can be hard to navigate around these things, without stepping on any toes.”

-He then leans down towards you, lowering his voice just slightly, “Both literally and figuratively.”

-The joke is old and overused, but it brings a charmed smile to your features nonetheless. You’re lucky that you’ve managed to run into someone so forgiving in spirit. Or…so you think.

-You move to make your escape, hoping to dodge any kind of conversation with the man, polite as he is, but the moment you turn away you feel a hand resting heavy on your waist. You want to pretend that you don’t notice the touch, you want to disappear into the crowd again, but then the stupid music also starts up again and the swaths of people begin to organize.

-Sectioning off into pairs or making haste to their seats, you’ve nowhere to disappear to without making a total ass of yourself. So, you do what any woman in your situation would: you turn around with a practiced smile, right into the waiting arms of a total stranger.

-It’s not a short dance by any means - no one comes up to the two of you to swap partners, and you’re unable to find an opening to quickly dash out of his arms. He holds you a little too tightly, a little too closely, for it to be friendly or comfortable. And god, you can smell the champagne on his breath, with how near he keeps you.

-And you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched.

-But then finally, finally, luck seems to line up in your favour. The music breaks off for a few moments, throwing off the rhythm of those still meandering around the dancefloor. Someone collides hard with your captor, jarring him enough that he releases you - and like you’d hoped, the first thing his attention is drawn to is the potential argument with the other guest.

-Leaving you just enough time to silently slink away, weaving around tables, to sneak out the main entrance to the room.

-It’s a little cooler in the hallway, though it’s hardly easier to breathe. You’re still wound up from everything that’s gone on, still on edge from all the touching and noise and bright lights and-

-You take a breath.

-It’s fine, you tell yourself, taking a few wobbly steps forward. The hallway is significantly less crowded than the prior room had been. Fewer eyes on you, if they even pay you any mind to begin with. It’s fine. He hasn’t followed you. He didn’t see you leave. You’re fine.

-But there it comes again, the feeling of being stared at.

-Like an electric shock up your spine, the panic sets in. Your pace quickens and you make your way briskly down the hall, praying to whatever deity might be out there that you won’t trip on your dress, or catch the toe of your shoe on the carpet.

-One foot, after the other, again and again.

-Turning down twisting hallways, until you finally end up alone.

-But you don’t feel alone. The floor is soft, too quiet for you to be able to detect any sound of footsteps.

-A glance around you confirms that yes, you’re definitely alone. But for how long? And with how far you’ve gone, what if you have been followed? What if you get hassled, or worse - would anyone hear you calling for help? Would anyone-

-You quickly duck into one of the many smaller rooms that line the corridor, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

-As if anyone would actually be able to get the drop on you, you think, your anxiety waning by a fraction. You throw a mean right hook, and you wore flats specifically in case you had to run.

-You take a second to catch your breath, leaning hard against the solid door. The room you’re in is probably the best you could have chosen, despite you not knowing where anything is. It’s spacious, but not overly so - the ceilings are a normal height, instead of arching high above in a display of grandiosity.

-It looks to be some sort of casual meeting room, with a couple of filled bookshelves, and couches laid out around an old fireplace. Unused, by the look of it, but you suppose it’s more about the flair than the functionality.

-You don’t pay mind to much else after that: you don’t need to. The room is dark, save for the moonlight from the windows lining one wall, and you’re finally relaxed enough to settle on one of the plush surfaces offered to you.

-You stare at the empty fireplace.

-You sigh.

-Your night wasn’t supposed to go like this.

-You were supposed to have fun, you were supposed to try weird, tasty fingerfoods, and laugh, and joke, and dance with your friends. You were supposed to spend time with your boyfriend, who for whatever reason, had decided not to show up.

-You sigh.

-Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t come tonight. 

-He’s never been a particularly possessive person, nor is he very confrontational: but had he known about the other partygoer bothering you, making you uncomfortable and nervous and what not? He would have stepped in.

-And judging by the way your would-be assailant jumped at the chance to cuss out someone who had the audacity to disturb his dance with you, you don’t doubt that someone would have gotten punched.

-You don’t fancy your boyfriend with a black eye.

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-You stay there for several minutes, reclining comfortably on the soft couch and letting your tired feet rest. It’s nice, sitting in the dark and the quiet, with only the distant din of the party to disturb you. No one passes by your little hiding place, or comes to tell you to leave. It’s just you, curled up, on the brink of dozing off.

-Until a sound brings you out of your trance.

-It’s brief, and you wonder for a moment if you really heard it, but - no, there it is again. It takes a moment for you to place where it’s coming from, but when you do, panic sets in anew. 

-The jiggling of a doorknob.

-If not someone here to actively bother you, then definitely some unwitting patron hoping to find a moment of reprieve. Or someone to scold you and kick you out - were you even supposed to be in here? Surely the door wouldn’t have been unlocked if you could get in trouble for wandering. With the party so close by, nothing of value would have been kept-

- “Miláček?” the lilted tone comes from the doorway as it cracks open, soft, but not so low as a whisper. “Are you in there?”

-All at once, your anxiety dissipates, and it feels like you can breathe again. “I’m here,” you breathe, allowing the tension to finally ease out of your shoulders. God, you were going to have some kind of headache tomorrow - if you couldn’t already feel one starting.

-Viktor slips inside the room just as sneakily as you had, shutting the door behind him. He stands there for a few moments, glancing around trying to find your person while his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light.

- “Over here,” you tell him, biting back a laugh at the sight of him squinting towards a variety of shadows. “On the couch- no, the other couch- Viktor, the other, other couch.”

-You know he’s just toying with you, trying to make you giggle at his aimless bumbling. And it works, a smile finally tugging at the corners of your mouth.

-Probably your first real expression of the evening.

- “You know,” he says, once he’s settled comfortably beside you, with his arm tossed leisurely over the back of the couch. “You are remarkably difficult to find.”

-You scoot closer to him, allowing yourself to tilt sideways until you’re resting against him. He’s warm, and familiar, and you can’t control the sense of relief that washes through you when his arm slips from the couch to instead wrap over your shoulders, drawing you closer.

- “It was by design,” you admit, with a pout. “I couldn’t find you at the party, and some guy decided that was incentive to latch onto me. I was trying to escape him.”

-Viktor hums once to himself, in consideration.

-You’re…not sure why that makes you nervous.

-It’s a different sort of anxiety than you’d been feeling previously - you’re not filled with dread or fear, or…really any kind of negative emotion. Yet your heart rate has started to pick up, thumping harder in your chest and making it more difficult to find your breath.

- “I saw you,” he says bluntly.

-Your eyes widen.

- “You were quite quick on your feet, in the crowd,” he explains, his arm tightening around you. “I did try to catch up, but you kept disappearing on me.”

-You smush your cheek against him, readying an apology for not noticing him. But he, much to your surprise, shushed you with a single finger before you can even start speaking.

- “Imagine my annoyance,” he continues, a slender digit pressed over your lips, “Upon finding you with someone else? Some tall, blond, apparently belligerent man, who was most definitely not part of the plan we’d made tonight.”

-You swallow the lump in your throat, unable to quell the fluttering in your stomach as he stares hard into your eyes. Allowing you to see the disdain for the man who’d had his hands all over you, the irritation he’d felt in those moments where he hadn’t been able to say anything.

-And the amusement for what was to come.

- “Stand up,” he says suddenly, his hands leaving your body so he can lean away, “And take off your dress.”

-Heat immediately creeps up your neck.

- “What about the door?” you squeak, already embarrassed by the thought of someone walking in and seeing you stark naked. “I didn’t hear you lock it.”

-Viktor sighs.

- “There was no one in the hallway when I came in,” he says, already a little impatient. “And if someone does walk in…well. Let them watch, then. At least they’ll know that you’re mine.”

-You’re borderline ashamed at how wholly a single word affects you. Sending little tremors down every nerve in your body, you rise to your feet in a sudden daze, pulling hastily at the strings and buttons on the back of your dress.

-By design, it was fairly easy to get in and out of - loosen a couple of ribbons here and there, and the entire thing would slide flawlessly off your body. But no matter how you fumble with every knot, nothing seems to be fast enough - it only takes you about ten seconds to divest yourself of the fine silk, but it’s ten seconds too long.

-Ten seconds that Viktor isn’t touching you.

-To your credit, you do manage to rid yourself of your gown eventually, letting it pool at your feets for a moment before stepping out and kicking it aside. You take a step back towards your boyfriend, intent on finding your favourite spot in his lap.

-But he stops you.

-You hesitate slightly, and a question dies on your tongue when you see the crooked little smirk of amusement on his face.

- “On the table,” he orders gently, nodding towards the low centerpiece set up between all the couches. “Spread your legs for me, and don’t try to hide yourself. I want to see you.”

-You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment, before nodding. The polished, lacquered wood is a sudden chill of your backside, sending goosebumps prickling across your flushed skin. You don’t know why you’re so entirely bothered over just a few simple words, mildly humiliated by the way your boyfriend leers at you, even moreso by the chance that someone could actually walk in.

-Would he actually let them watch, you wonder. Would he actually fuck you in front of a total stranger?

- “Spread your legs,” he demands again, his tone a little sharper, when you sit there lost in thought for a couple seconds too long.

-You do as you’re told.

-You meet his demands enthusiastically, spreading yourself wider and wider as each order falls past his lips. All while he watches from the comfort of the couch, staring at you with an almost mean sort of pleasure.

- “Touch yourself,” he tells you, his own hands moving to the buttons of his trousers. “I can already see how soaked you are from here - are you really so affected by me, drahý? Or have you been dripping and wanting all night?”

-You whine quietly, your own hand dipping down between your legs. It’s you, you want to tell him, when you feel the slickness gathering below - but you know better than to speak when he hasn’t asked you to.

-He watches for a little while, slowly stroking himself to full hardness, while you work little circles over your clit. It’s not enough to make you come, not enough to even bring you close, but it certainly succeeds in making you wetter: and in providing a good show for him.

-Him, telling you when to slow down your movements, when to speed them up. Even when to slide two fingers into your drenched hole, and when to curl them against that perfect sweet spot inside.

-You whine when he asks that of you, knowing that if he pushes too far, where it will end up.

-But he persists, relentless in his command. “Curl. Your. Fingers.” he says sternly, watching bemusedly as you struggle to contain your reaction. 

- “I don’t want to make a mess,” you whine, trying desperately to slow your movements, hoping, begging that he’ll show you some mercy. That he won’t embarrass you like that, that he’ll turn his attention elsewhere and then fuck you with his perfect cock.

- “Perhaps,” he agrees, “But I want you to make a mess. It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think? After having to witness you let someone else put their filthy hands all over you? Besides, listen to you. Your sweet little cunt is already dripping everywhere - I know you want to come.”

-You can feel the tears budding in the corners of your eyes, your movements slowing even more, trying in vain to put off what you know is inevitable.

-Viktor, to his credit, does seem to notice your hesitation. His expression softens by a fraction, and he carefully slides off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling crookedly in front of you.

- “It it’s too much,” he reminds you, tenderly sliding the warm flat of his hands over your trembling things, “You know your colours. Do you want to tap out?”

-He stares up at you without any expectations or judgment, waiting in earnest to see if he’d pushed you too far past your boundaries.

-But still, despite your reservations, you shake your head quickly and keep your mouth shut. Like you’d discussed beforehand, over the past couple days, if you never uttered your safeword, then his torturous ministrations would continue.

-Your reaction makes him grin, nonetheless.

- “Good,” he says sweetly. It’s all a facade, though. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he presses two of his own fingers into you, alongside your own. The stretch alone garners a soft cry from you, but the relentless pace he keeps is what makes you sob.

-Your entire body is burning hot: with embarrassment, with pleasure. The moans and whimpers that fall past your lips are entirely involuntary. The arm that’s holding you up gives out, and you flop bonelessly down onto the flat of the table.

-All you can do is hold on.

-Tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, you watch as Viktor lowers himself further, bringing his face towards your drenched pussy.

-You know what he’s about to do.

-But knowing doesn’t prepare you for the actual sensation of his lips closing around your swollen clit. Sucking hard, delivering relentless bliss unto you.

-Your orgasm doesn’t wash over you so much as it does drown you. Engulfing you in your entirety, the sounds of the outside world fade away, and your vision dances with colours. Every muscle pulled taught while Viktor works you through it, grinning in satisfaction when your juices splash over his palm, and dribble down onto the carpet below.

-You, on the other hand, are certain you’ve died.

-Gone is your shame, your worries and hesitation, replaced with the infinite euphoria in which you float mindlessly.

-Barely even able to muster a whine when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock sliding through your soaked folds. You don’t even have the strength to bat him away, though the stretch as he pushes into you grounds you a little.

-Enough to open your eyes, and stare up at him, breathless.

-Gone is his somewhat cruel expression from earlier, replaced with the tender and kind smile that you’re used to. The gentleness that you fell in love with, all those years ago. And his hands, stroking slowly up and down your sides, massaging little circles into the fat of your hips.

- “Colour, milý?” he asks, his honeyed eyes never leaving yours as he stoops down to press a kiss in between your breasts.

- “Green,” you hum weakly.

-He smiles against your skin, and then pulls back. Briefly. Sliding out of your slick cunt for only a fraction of a second before he’s thrusting back in. Hard and steady, knowing that you’ll likely find your release again, but wholeheartedly chasing his own.

-You lay there blissfully, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips while you whine and shake and gasp. Like time does not exist, only the feeling of him filling you so well, again and again and again.

-Until his fingertips dig into your sides, and his pace falters slightly.

-His own voice, ragged and broken, cursing, calling out for you.

-Your eyes, hazy and dazed, meeting each other in the darkness.

-Your second orgasm, ripping through your body as he spills himself into you. Making an utter mess of your used, sloppy pussy.

-Leaning down until he can all but collapse on top of you, his hair sticking to his damp forehead as he rests it on your tummy.

-Both of you, catching your breath for a couple minutes, before smiling elated at each other, realizing what you’ve done.

-The night did not go as planned, you think. -But it’s definitely gone better.

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Jayce Talis notes on the back of his diary:

Documented list of Viktor’s sounds and their meaning:

- Low humming noises from the Hexclaw corresponds to a general content or alternatively a relaxed state

- When deep in thought/ contemplating-> soft whirring // task: determine from where // Update: Near left ear

- Cooling fans produce a buzzing sound on his abdominal sides when flustered (or horny?? Try new theory later)

- Whistling noises from the vents on his neck = frustration/overworked. Steam clouds might be released as well (also activated when exercising

Mmmmm yes, ““““exercising””””

Good lord I love all of this. *sneakily adds this to my list of fics I wanna write*

Obsessed with the try new theory later. Jayce finding excuses to get Viktor hot (literally?!?) and bothered so that he can take more notes while also fucking Viktor’s brains out… it’s a win/win.

The premise for this is actually pretty similar to the plot (term used incredibly loosely) of Dream of You……. possible sequel????

Oooooooo you’re just giving me so many fic ideas, love it!!

[buttermynutter]

Signed, Viktor | 18/18

Transcript:

Good forever,

I have been informed that we will be able to move into the building tomorrow! Words can’t describe how excited I am, though I suppose they won’t have to once we’re living together.

It does make me a bit sad that there’ll be no need to write each other for a bit, but I suppose we’ll be back to our usual routine once the academy semester starts.

Either way, almost nothing can replace the feeling that came from hearing the clang of my message tube and rushing over to it, hoping it was from you.

I say almost, because I now know you’ll be in the next room, which is exactly where I want you to be, other than laying in my lap.

The simple joy of knowing that your presence is right around the corner - whether figuratively or literally - hasn’t left me since I first met you, and I don’t believe it ever will.

I’m quite certain that it’s because our love isn’t entirely about fitting together without issue; the light shines best through the small parts we don’t share, illuminating them so we can learn all the better from them. Like the cotton candy from the aquarium, our pink and blue never really make purple, just sticky hands and beaming faces.

But the color is what makes it interesting, and the sugar I still find underneath my fingernails isn’t any less sweet because the both of us aren’t perfect. In those niches, birds whistle and doors open between us to the words we don’t have to say, the words that I can trace with my fingers on your face and my lips on yours.

I like to think that I’ve grown my own garden in my time with you. The birds whistle here too, and this time, I feel I can fly just as high as them. There’s a bloom of anticipation here, contentment budding there. Each petal is iridescent, and even if they fall, I press and dry them between pages of a book, the feelings lasting longer than any of its words. I pot a new plant each time we meet, and you water it with your laughs.

I breathe in, and my thorns are trimmed.

A trail of cobblestone cuts through it all, but leaves and vines still reach for my ankles. Sometimes I let them pull me back into the memories, where I fall asleep in that tangle of dreams until the dawn wakes me.

Sometimes you doze off with me, and those days, we’re cradled by the stars - we could float apart through the vastness of the cosmos for eternity, but my heart would still be safe with you.

When you smile, the flowers face your way like they would the sun.

Some places, the path is worn, some places there’s a stone missing, but we point them out and catch each other when we don’t, stopping to look at our reflections in the water running through the cobblestone cracks. It flows differently each time, but a familiar current lingers.

Trees form a border, ever-growing, ever in season - each bears different fruit, and by now we know what’s sour, what’s sweet; with you on my shoulders, it’s the perfect height to pick the latter.

Their golden leaves play hide and seek among the shadows, and we sometimes get cut when reaching through the twigs, gilding our wounds. Our veins look like branches for a reason, begging to share their flowers. Either way, we kiss the scratches and tell each other it’s to help them heal, but if anything, it’s our souls that are patched.

We still run from the bees, we still start at the spiders, but in the end, they only feed the garden, and we thank them when they’re gone.

You always tell me the trees listen, but I’d swear they talk too when you come around.

I’m glad - for once, this letter is not a goodbye, but a hello.

Another flower is ready to be potted.

At the end of the trail, I’ll be waiting.

Signed,

Viktor

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WHY did Anne not include Daniel and Thorne in Marius’ painting at the end of Blood Communion?? Did she just forget??

The fact that she didn’t include Tarquin Blackwood and Mona Mayfair I already expected, because it was plain she did not want to follow up on their story’s at all because she disregarded their characters completely in the first two prince Lestat books (while introducing 200 new characters who I personally didn’t care about)

But did she literally just forget Thorne and Daniel? Daniel!!! He was kind of the reason the VC came into existence, is he not? And Thorne! Who even has actual lines in last three books!?

I love Anne’s writing dearly but some choices she has made regarding these books are utterly incomprehensible to me. I’ll never understand.

Ah man, I hate it too but I feel like there were a lot of reasons. And idk if you wanted to mutually vent or wanted my Actual Thoughts but I always kinda look at it like-

Anne sucked at continuity lol Which happens if you're writing a series for over 40 years! Lestat's eyes have been blue and grey and violet, his age has mortal age changed, and he was her top blorbo so like you'd think she'd nail down the facts about him perfectly? But sometimes she goofed or changed stuff. Which is why I never sweat too hard about exact canon facts, if Anne herself didn't have perfect continuity and I can make up a reason for a little change that makes sense in my narrative idgaf I'm gonna do it.

I think Daniel was hard for her in the same way Louis was hard for her- they both are avatars of dark times in her life. Louis was her depression over her own daughter's death, Daniel she poured her struggles with alcoholism into. And I can get her side lining them both because of not wanting to revisit that headspace and those memories. Which sucks for fans of those characters but it is what it is.

I also get the impression that she didn't really know what to do with a mentally healthy vampire that doesn't have shitloads of baggage? Like when Daniel comes out of his rough years in PL he's really on top of things, and Anne's happy place is developing new tragic backstories so...for better or worse that's what she did lol

And re: the hundreds of new characters, there's a whole chapter in Conversations with Anne Rice where she talked about wanting to explore the stories of mature adults, specifically older men. The loss of her father weighed heavily on her and drew her to create characters like David Talbot, and to lean harder into the story of guys like Marius who was 40-something in mortal body but thousands of years old in spirit. So you really see that with her later books, outside of Benji and Sybelle (who also get sidelined) and Rose and Viktor (who...same) she zero'd in on older vampires because that's what held her interest.

NOT THAT I DON'T ALSO HATE IT, I mean, obviously Daniel is a top favorite of mine. So take all of that, add in the fact that she didn't really use an editor and thus did exactly what she wished for all her work, and I think the conclusion is that she just lost interest/couldn't get a story going for them and so she left them out of the mural.

But god do I feel your pain, my kingdom for more content about established characters like Daniel, Bianca, Riccardo, Thorne and less random characters that didn't have enough page time to really develop 😢

[triptychgrip]

New chapter - Ch 12 - of my post-canon Yuri!!! on Ice Olympics fic uploaded

If you're a Yuri!!! on Ice fan wishing the fandom had more Olympics content, I hope you'll consider checking out my fic/series, which revolves around both the 2018 PyeongChang and 2022 Beijing Olympic Games. The fic itself takes place at the Beijing Winter Olympics, but switches back and forth between the two, in large part due to a sports politics scandal (not doping) that significantly affects Yuuri/Viktor/others in elite figure skating at the 2018 Games.

It's fluffy, rooted in lots of research, and is my attempt to delve into the world of post-canon, married Victuuri/Viktuuri, as well as Yuuri's impending retirement. The main fic "Gold's On The Inside, Elevated My Feet" will close out at 20 chapters, but I've got other side-stories in this fic universe that flesh out Yuuri/Viktor/Yurio's lives and friendships, as well as Yuuri and Viktor's decision to leave Russia and move to Fukuoka, Japan, about 2.5 years post-canon.

Below is an excerpt from the chapter I just uploaded, which covers the Beijing 2022 Team Skate

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When Kapanadze had chosen to make things personal, attacking Team France’s Alex Alouda – who he claimed was ‘stealing’ Russia’s spot – Viktor had released a very frank video via their SkateHusbands YouTube channel, utterly excoriating him. 

Yuuri still remembered the quiet, glacial fury in his husband’s azure eyes, and the trenchant, methodical manner in which he’d made the case for upholding (and even strengthening) the International Olympic Committee’s (IOC) ruling. 

It had been undeniably hot.

Unfortunately, it had also made their group’s 6-minute warmup, which had finished just ten minutes ago, unbearably tense. 

Though he’d tried to give Levan a wide berth, it had seemed like the Georgian skater had been going out of his way to openly glare at Viktor and Alex, and had even begun circling close to where he had been practicing his quad lutz entries. 

The few times Yuuri had gone over to the boards to consult with his coach around something, they could each feel eyeballs laser-focused on their backs, branding them with rancor. About half-way through the warm-up, he noticed that Mickey had literally put himself in between them both, a gesture he’d been incredibly thankful for. 

As he now met Viktor’s gaze, Yuuri nodded as he saw how he was holding his phone and earbuds out to him. 

Though the IOC didn’t appear to be done with their ice inspection, it was time to start getting into the right headspace, which meant doing visualization exercises and listening to his program music. 

As the synthy, electro-pop beat of the song that had been written just for this occasion blanketed Yuuri’s eardrums, he lost himself to the enthralling melody. 

The experience of getting one of his favorite singers to co-write a song with him dedicated to Viktor, and for his exclusive use this season had been nothing short of surreal. 

[madschiavelique]

A Crown Of Ink : chapter 4 - Five of Wands

masterlist : 1 — 2 — 3— 4 word count : 5,5k

mentions of : nothing that I know of (if you do find some elements that might be triggering please don't hesistate to tell me so that I can add it)

summary : You've always been an excellent in student in the Academy, getting the best results and always being first in every class. But it all changes as soon as you see your name in the second place, the first being occupied by a certain Viktor.

"Rivals? Yes, rivals, so be it, that is what you will be."

some extra information on this : she/her reader, academic rivals to lovers/enemies to lovers, reader is really competitive and wants to be first at everything, Tarot themed fanfiction with guidelines, slow burn

author's note : hi besties, hope you're having a wonderful day/night/moment. kinda disappeared from the writing realm for a while ngl but life happened a LOT sooo i wasn't very present and i'm sorry. but here i give u some content and some kisses <3 (literally did not re-read this hdfqfdsv i'm tired i got uni tomorrow so there might be some orthograph mistakes I'M SO SORRY) (also my native language is not English so you might find some grammar mistakes - sorry about that)

tag list : @wincestisasincest @doctorho

Your week had been as thorny and bristling with problems as a porcupine. Your schedule had been given to you a while before, and you'd considered math an illegal subject on a Monday since your first day. If only math had been your only problem... From the first class you had with Viktor, you knew that the competition would be tough. Every time the teacher asked a question, you could expect that among the hands raised was not only your own, but also his.

And even when the forest of hands buried itself in the ground like falling leaves in autumn when a too complex question was faced, his persisted as a yellow hyacinth like his eyes, ready for the challenge. Not being able to tolerate that the latter overtake you even more, you tried in turn to participate more in class to the great happiness of all the professors who were apparently impatiently waiting for the lessons where you and the skeleton were present. One would answer a question posed by the teacher, the other would be quizzed afterwards, and the hand-raising ping-pong would be timed to whoever raised their hand the fastest. You'd heard that students were starting to keep track of how many times you two were involved, and that the teachers were probably in on it. And for good reason, the teachers obviously liked this Viktor who was bringing more participation, who seemed regular in his assignments and who was pleasant in class. In short, the perfect student.

And the truth is, if you were ever wrong, you suddenly felt as stupid as an inside-handled suitcase. At least you felt a little less stupid about your cards. You had learned many things about them, from the meaning of the colors, to the gender of the person on the cards, to trying to find connections between the elements on them. Sometimes you asked Sélène for advice, she knew much more about this art than you did, although you didn't visit her often because of your school work. You still managed from time to time to cross her in the corridors between two classes. You had been able to talk to her more during your first astronomy class, which in your eyes included basics that you knew only too well. The end of your days were going on as usual. You'd come home, neaten up your day's notes, start making revision sheets, then chat with Sky. She had quickly adjusted to life in Piltover, learning the customs, becoming familiar with the studies and the people. At first, making friends seemed like a complex thing for her to do, you almost feared that she would get hung up on you just by the fact that you were her room-mate and the only person she knew. Fortunately, for both you and her, the options she took on her side were not the same as yours, which allowed her to meet other students and make friends.

"I don't understand why you have such a hard time with Viktor." Sky sighed. You were at your shuttle stop, the mornings were getting cooler and cooler and the early morning sky was lazily letting the blue blanket of night languish, dreading the moment when the sun should truly rise and the quiet of the evening should give way to the life of the day. Today was the first day of the week, and this morning was the famous field trip organized by the teachers to the Museum of the History of Revolutionary Inventions. The professors had insisted that the students invited to this outing should meet in front of the Academy, to avoid anyone with a doubtful sense of direction from getting lost. Viktor, a being equivalent to a human compass always pointing in an impossible direction, would probably have ended up at the exact opposite end of the museum if his sense of direction was faulty enough to get lost in a hallway with no change in direction. "Hmm?" You ask, not fully hearing her question as you both climb into the vehicle. "Why so much animosity towards Viktor?" People were abusing that name a little too much for your taste since it had entered their vocabulary only a week ago. "I don't know..." you didn't really dare to say out loud that you hated him for the simple fact that he was ahead of you in the ranking of students and that number 1 was now him and not you, so you came up with a kind of half-thought lie, "I find him haughty." "haughty?" Sky repeats, surprised, "I've never seen him in that light before."

Of course, no one saw it that way. It was always "Viktor solved Professor Panvos' equation so quickly, he's so impressive", or "Did you see how Viktor corrected the arithmetic teacher the other day? He is so smart" and even "The joke he told the other day was so funny, the whole class laughed for at least two minutes". Viktor here, Viktor there, Viktor the smart one, Viktor the amazing one, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. If math hadn't already made you hate certain letters of the alphabet and put them in exercises, his name would be enough to make you hate those six poor letters. "And that's it?" "What do you mean?" "Is that the only reason you can't stand him?" Maybe it was time you revealed to Sky the fact that the mere number 2 horrified you and that being considered so by your school system might give you enough valid reasons to hate Viktor. And you would have told her, but at the time two things would have disturbed your explanation: first, you were on the morning shuttle bus to the Academy, which meant that other eavesdroppers might linger a little too close to your discussion. And second, one of Sky's new friends had just approached to greet her. What was her name again?

"Hey Orcelyia." Ah, yes there you go, Orcelyia. Very nice, at least from what you knew of her. "Nice little trip to the museum," she smiled, "if only the Academy offered this kind of program more often." You didn't really know how you felt about this visit, whether you would actually learn something interesting from it, or whether you would regret going when you could have studied more. "Isn't this kind of activity a recurring thing?" asks Sky. "A field trip? Doing it more often would be like giving them a nervous breakdown. The counselors are apparently far more interested in maintaining their finances and increasing their profits than sending their students to learn in ways other than reading." Apparently she was taking a business or finance related option. It seems to be a pretty practical option if you want to sell your inventions, but you just never got into it. She did seem to know a lot about the financial side of Piltover, as the rest of the way she had blurted out a lot of information about how Piltover's money came in and out. "I haven't ventured any further into Zaun's treasury functioning, but it looks much less sophisticated than Piltover's." Sophisticated is indeed a term that does not fit Zaun's financial models. The corresponding words would be closer to "random," "barter" or " tricky". Just imagining how finance works in Zaun is extremely complex. One neighborhood will have a totally different tariff from the next, one street will use one currency and the one next to it will use another. It is not the law of the richest, but of the one who has the most to offer.

A small group of students was already gathered in front of the golden gates of the Academy. The shuttle you had just gotten off of was the last one before roll call was made, which would allow enough time for the small town train to arrive. "Where are Jayce and Viktor?" Not really having the reflex to care about the presence of either of them, you started to glance over the small crowd. There was no sign of the tall naive man and the vicious gnome in sight. "Let's hope for them that they won't be late," you said without any real interest. You sometimes wondered about the origins of the meeting between Jayce and Viktor. What could have brought them together? Was it a previous meeting about the Academy? Were they childhood friends? Not possible, Zaun's children don't mix with those from above. So why? How? "Come near, come near, let everyone be properly counted." Calls Heimerdinger. As his high pitched voice begins the call and the students respond, you find yourself watching in the distance, waiting any moment for the one built like a tank and a broomstick to cross the horizon. But the call is finished, and still no sign. It's almost a relief that you don't have to see the man-whose-first-name-starts-with-a-V for the morning. The relief wears off soon enough, though, when, as you climb into one of the last cars in the back that had miraculously - and to your delight - remained empty, you see Jayce out of breath, followed by his colleague in the same state. They go first to the locomotive where Heimerdinger and the second teacher, Mrs. Agrane, are, to indicate their presence. You sigh, the train is made of five cars with four seats each, and as yours is the last one where there are still seats, the two latecomers don't hesitate a single second more before coming towards you. They took their seats, both facing you in the car as the train started its journey. This little city train was usually reserved for tourism, quite practical to entice customers and let them see lots of little shops that could please them and make them come back to buy souvenirs and other trinkets that were sold for way too much money. But hey, it's Piltover, somehow it has to stay golden. You look at them, they're catching their breath, they look like they just ran a marathon. Both pair their eyes with dark circles under them, did they even sleep last night to look like ghosts? Probably not.

"The alarm didn't ring," Jayce warned, raising his hand above him to soften the morning sun that bathed him all in an orange light as if he were blessed. Yes, Jayce had the true look of a deity. He always looked as if he came straight out of a mythological story where he was a hero filled with beauty, glory and strength of mind. It was all the more complex not to see this aspect of him once the group arrived at the museum. Because once inside, the corridor that welcomed you were two parallel lines of sculptures of various figures of Change. Inventors, Scientists, Philosophers, Craftsmen, Creators, all the greatest were gathered. On the right row of statues were all the greats of Piltover sculpted in bronze, on the left, the revolutionaries of Zaun, sculpted in copper. Jayce and his tanned skin, like the statues in the Piltovian line, seemed to blend in perfectly with all these icons of technology, knowledge and revolutionary change. It was as if he had been created, right here, sculpted among all the greats. That he had been shaped, drawn between strokes of pure power, might, and traits of tenderness, kindness, generosity. Sculpted in the most beautiful of bronzes, the one that attracts the sun and keeps it close. Because he would be nothing in the night.

The night belongs to those below, and even if those above can reach the sky, they will never catch the stars. No, here, side by side with Viktor, Jayce could never be king of the night. Not the same porcelain skin, not the moles formed into constellations, not the dragging fatigue, not the intense calm, not the silent wisdom. Strict opposites, brought together by a single objective. Let the opposites attract, and let the balance be. "Well, please gather around, so come follow us." Informed Heimerdinger, followed closely by Ms. Agrane. "I suppose that most of you know the statues of the people staying in this hall. They have been placed here for the simple reason that, as the main creators in this city and the one across the river, they benefit from the entrance, the beginning, the commencement of the museum, since they are the founders." Needless to say, even as the teachers began to ask questions about the founders, the first hands raised were yours and Viktor's. You exchanged a look, him with an amused sneer, your eyes ready to melt statues if your eyes had lasers. Always putting sticks in your wheels. Speaking of sticks, this morning you had drawn the five of wands. The points that came up the most were about conflict and competition and blah blah blah. This morning you hadn't really read carefully what was written in the booklet about this card. Maybe you should have looked into it more.

Professor Heimerdinger's questions had finally turned to the great creators of Zaun, much to the disappointment of some students and for most even to their disgust. "They shouldn't even be in this gallery, rats aren't worth having statues of them." Spat silently a fool a little ahead in the group. Near Viktor and not far from Sky, you couldn't help but notice their reaction to such a statement - one lowered her head, the other tensed and clenched his jaw. Don't make waves, don't stray from the line, don't let anyone know where you're from: that's the rule if you want to fit in at the Academy. Viktor's eyes narrow under his furrowed brows, his hand tightens on the handle of his cane. He is upset, obviously, but it is a bitterness he must swallow silently. Heimerdinger, not having heard or probably ignored the student's intervention, continues his questions: "You probably know the founders of Zaun since this is elementary level, but can any of you name the current Zaun leaders?" Without raising his hand, Viktor speaks up:

"There are six of them, Chross, Finn, Margot, Renni, Smeech and Silco." Wrong, wrong. Well, not all of his answer is wrong of course, but part of his answer is not complete. You're not sure if you should actually speak up and point out this error. In truth you would love to correct it, it would probably give you a dose of pleasure and personal satisfaction enough to keep you proud for the next two days. But you wondered if that very idea was a good one, if responding to correct him would reveal too much about you. Too much knowledge can be fatal, you have to know how to measure it. However, Heimerdinger intervened: "Do either of you have anything to add to Viktor's answer?" The offer was too tempting, too tempting for you to prevent this moment of glory. So you took it. "The account is not good." Your heart suddenly starts to race, as if it's stripping away from the muddy fog inside you and up into your throat. It's strange how you can forget it exists until it manifests itself. Your cheeks begin to heat up as eyes slowly converge on you, including and obviously Viktor's. "What's wrong with it?" The latter asks, visibly troubled. It was almost to wonder if you were not ready to do anything, even to invent lies, if it could allow you to be ahead of him. "There are seven, not six. The last one is Tytos."

The attention turns to Heimerdinger this time, waiting for his answer. His little eyes sparkle with a special, satisfied glow and energy. "Excellent, excellent..." He admits. "Let's continue the tour." That name had escaped your lips like a curse word, like a whisper turned scream, as if the snowflakes had metamorphosed into ash and burned the pale freshness of oblivion. You continued your visit, the parade of statues being now over, you passed to the last statue and you finally turned to enter a different part of the exhibition. After a while, the teachers finally let the students walk around the museum. The appointment to meet and return to the Academy was made for 11:45 in front of the museum entrance. You found yourself in the section about some of the great inventors of Zaun, which was much less populated than the Piltovian section. Obviously, the Piltovians don't look at the lights that persist in their shadows, they ignore them, perhaps they will go out, for even the most ardent coals eventually soften and eventually fade away. Not the flames of Zaun, no, they persist as much as the vermin that roam its streets.

However, flames cannot be kept in place in a museum without the risk of burning the surrounding works. It is said that it is easy to be afraid of water and oceans, because in them live as much life as death - the story is similar for flames. Flames are fierce, devastating and uplifting. They are power, for they bring as much success as they can cause damage. Your eyes wander over the paintings, the portraits, the schematics, the glass panes housing the very first prototypes that the inventors had put into the world. Incredible to think that these same prototypes dating from several decades ago have now evolved in an unequalled way. Impressive to think that with these prototypes were born wars, that we have won and we have lost, that have allowed life, and that have built cemeteries. The dead have built graves more beautiful than the houses of the living. "Since when are there seven Chem-Barons in Zaun?" You turn around, the skeleton is there, coming to beg for answers to his questions.

"As far back as I can remember," you say, returning to your notes taken between two inventions. "I've never heard of them, though," he says as he steps forward a little more, coming to stand next to you to observe the prototype, "what do they work in?" "Why ask me that? Isn't the library big enough for you?" "God knows on which shelf three meters above the ground the books on Zaun's politics should be," he murmurs, lightly tapping his cane on the varnished parquet, "so what do they work in, you who know so much about it." The hint of bitterness is present in his tone, and you revel in it. "He's a smuggler, mostly, some trafficking, but what chem-baron doesn't get into that after all?" "Surprising that I haven't heard of him. " You move on to the next prototype, maybe he'll leave you alone. "What did you say his name was? "Are you going to follow me around like a duckling?" "I think it was ending in Os. What was it again? Carlos, Mynthos..." You sigh, he's like a sticky mud on your shoes, a persistent gum that's not so easily overcome.

"Tytos." You sigh. "Ah, there it is, Tytos. Sounds like the name of a virus." " He has a similar effect on the city. " "Is he that obnoxious?" "Are chem-barons generous?" Finding nothing more to say to your answer, you took advantage of this moment of silence to once again evade and take the option of fleeing. Fleeing? No, rather a dodge, a parry. You weren't running away.

Talking about Tytos did not really enchant you, and even if this subject of conversation was very simple, you could not help feeling a certain uneasiness when his name was pronounced or when his subject was evoked. So you put his presence out of your mind and continued the visit until it was time for the appointment. You found Sky who had spent the whole time with Orcelyia. They got along like real friends, which delighted you. Seeing her blossom like that filled you with joy in a way. Because she had succeeded at something you had failed at, and in it you felt no defeat. Viktor and Jayce climbed back into your carriage to your delight, and Jayce then began to fidget, probably trying to lighten the mood as best he could. "What lovely weather today." Both you and Viktor turned to him, his friend the first to respond. "Did you really just start talking about the weather, Jayce?" "What, it's a taboo subject?" The latter inquired. "You can do better than that." "Okay," he says, pretending to look for a topic of conversation, "what's your favorite color?" "Wow, what a depth in your words, I guess the next question will be something like 'what are your hobbies' or 'what are your favorite foods'?" you say, the conversation sounding very much like a discussion that might be had by school children meeting on the first day of school. "No," he said, crossing his arms. He was going to ask those questions next.

You sigh, leaning against the side of the car and resting your chin on your hand. "Purple." You turn your head slightly, watching Viktor for a moment, meeting his gaze completely neutral but... expectant. "Purple?" Jayce repeats, "Why?" "I don't know. It's beautiful, it's calm, in lavender as well as plum, in cassis as well as grape, in wisteria as well as... whatever, it's the one I prefer." "Interesting, I prefer warm colors, like orange for example. Pumpkins, carrots, clementines." Jayce gushes. "Are you listing the five fruits and vegetables a day right now?" you say. "Go ahead and tell us your favorite color so we can discuss it." Jayce suggests, slightly annoyed. "None of your business." You answer simply, deviating again your glance towards the paved streets of the city. "Conversation is a dying art." Viktor sighs. It doesn't matter if you like the danger of red, the warmth of orange, the joy of yellow, the serenity of green, the wisdom of blue, the calmness of purple, the eroticism of pink, the security of brown, the depth of black, the sadness of grey or the shrill timidity of white.

Viktor is not your friend, he doesn't deserve to know this, no matter how small and insignificant this information is. You could see what Jayce was trying to do - find common ground between you. But how many times should you tell him that you were not trying to get closer to Viktor? The very idea of becoming his friend made your hair stand on end. And the saying that goes 'you have to befriend your enemy to beat him' - or something along the line - doesn't help. Why did he have to come and ruin everything? The train eventually stopped in front of the golden gates of the Academy, and if you didn't know the nature of the building, you could have easily convinced yourself that this golden portal led straight to heaven. Only for you, it was going to be the portal to hell. "Well," announced Heimerdinger, "we'll meet again later after lunch to discuss this visit and the organisation of your first assignment." To the general protests and grumbling generated by these few words and the certain disgust evoked by the simple word `assignment' led Heimerdinger to raise his hands to soften the crowd. "Don't worry, the work won't be very complex, besides, you won't be working alone! But I won't say any more, I'll let you go back to the refectory. We'll discuss all this once we're in class." After wishing the students a great meal, the teachers and students dispersed to go about their business.

You were about to turn back. You'd forgotten to take your packed lunch that morning and were going to head to the bakery to get a sandwich or a salad. But Jayce blocked your way with the wall that is his chest: "Where are you going?" "Is this a trick question?" "It depends on your answer?" "I'm trying to eat my five fruits and vegetables a day so unless I have to give you a super secret password, can you please let me through? "No need, I'm inviting you to the cafeteria!" "How romantic." "Come on, I'm paying and the menu looks pretty good today." You know what's coming, the meal for three where he'll find every possible topic of discussion so he can introduce you to Viktor in a more subtle way and try to calm the somewhat tempestuous climate you two share. However, Jayce is paying, and that's an offer you can't refuse. You sigh, turning back. The meal better be really good.

***

It almost pains you to touch the plate in front of you. It looks like it's come straight out of a Michelin-starred restaurant, or a culinary arts competition. It's almost the kind of dish that could inspire enough to be painted. For the entrée, a slice of crab pie. For the main course, bronzed quail dipped in a creamy orange sauce accompanied by small potatoes with crispy skin and southern herbs. Half a cabécou was served as cheese and to conclude the meal, the dessert consisted of a small sloe tart. Were the students of the Academy regularly so well served? Who had been hired to make every lunchtime meal a real feast? You almost felt guilty for having to actually eat such a plate, but hunger won out over reason, and so you ended up taking the end of your slice of pie into your mouth. "So, what are you up to these days when you're not at school?" "Careful Jayce, you're treading on thin ice." You warn. "Really?" He says, stopping cutting his quail on the spot. "No." You close your mouth and pick up another piece of quail as Jayce looks at you with a look that varies between surprise and fatigue. "So you don't want to talk about anything?" He said before bringing his bite into his mouth as if what he was about to eat was one of the simplest foods you could have at home. "No," you say, taking a sip of water to clear your throat, "tell me how did you two meet?"

Suddenly, those who wanted to stop talking were the two concerned. They exchanged a knowing look. "Anyway, our meeting between me and Jayce turned out to be much less thorny than ours," Viktor informed you, quietly chewing his food. "One more word and I'll throw Sodium Chloride in your eyes." You point. "Are you really threatening me with salt? "It's a very effective weapon." "I'm almost tempted to provoke you further to see how far you can go." "Oh, that won't be necessary," you say, grabbing the bottle of salt. "You wouldn't dare," Viktor smiles. "That's an interesting theory," you point out as you start to unscrew the bottle. " Hop hop hop let's calm down immediately," Jayce interjects, putting his hand on yours to remove the bottle from your fingers and place it next to him on the table. "No, Jayce, come on, let her do it, let's stop talking theory and start practicing." "Okay, you're not helping me at all Vik," Jayce confirms, sighing more as he runs his hand through the side of his hair. "When is your little war going to end?" "War? We're only at the beginning of a meager battle. And for good reason, she failed to surpass me on the pre-test which... doesn't really count as an actual test." It's amazing how his words and voice could give you an impulse to commit reprehensible acts.

You felt like an armour in a statue garden, where the red roses of wrath flourish in ruby anger all over the metal of reason that covers your rage, prepared to fight. When conflict is added to desire, you get rivalry.

"As you say so well, the test doesn't really count, therefore you haven't outdone me in any way." "Is everything just a competition to you?" Viktor remarked, his gaze shifting between intrigue and mockery. "Isn't it to you, too?" You confirm, locking your gaze in his as your fork penetrates the tender of the quail. "You guys are Grade A idiots," cuts in Jayce, who was probably beginning to regret having kept you around for lunch. This meal was beginning to look like the very personification of a migraine. You looked down at your lunch tray. Now that you were nearing the end of your orange quail, your plum tart was looking delicious. It's beautiful, it's quiet, lavender as well as plum... You were almost disgusted with your dessert because of the words he had spoken earlier. But you ate it anyway, because waste is not a primary value in Zaun. "I wonder what Heimerdinger meant earlier, 'Don't worry, the work won't be too complex, and what's more, you won't be working alone!' What is he up to?" Jayce wonders.

"You know him, his little riddles bring us surprises every year." You answer. "That's true," he laughs, turning to Viktor. "Last year he brought some kids we had to work with, the goal was that the kid we were paired with would tell us an invention they had in mind, something doable, and that we would end up doing the project in the time allowed over several weeks. His argument was that 'children are the future of this world'," he imitated in a voice that sounded more like a squeaky door than the teacher's, "'so show them what the world can already offer.' Or something like that." "Jayce, for the common good, I feel compelled to inform you that you must never, under any circumstances whatsoever, imitate Professor Heimerdinger again." This was probably one of the few points on which you agreed with him in this discussion.

***

"As I said earlier this morning, we are going to discuss the organisation of your first assignment." The small amphitheatre was listening, most of them anticipating the session, some of them stunned by their lunch break and wanting only to take a nap. "As I told you, and I hope you paid attention this morning, the work you will do this year will not be done by letting you work alone! So you will be working in pairs between students."

Some people are already starting to get excited, with best friends already deciding to get together to do the project. You don't know if this will really be beneficial. The person you're paired with might slow you down and you'll end up doing the whole thing by yourself to get a good grade. "This work will be based on collaboration, because it is important as an inventor to be able to work with other people. This allows you to be more objective, because the eye of others is important as an external opinion. If nobody ever contradicted us, we would end up saying nothing but nonsense. And since we tend to work with people we get along with at first sight, I'll have to spare you the right of choice. Therefore, I have decided to do the groups myself." Those who were giggling begin to grumble and protest, as if this will sincerely change anything in the professor's opinion. " All right, I'll give you your duets right now. After that I will give you the instructions for the assignment, and finally we will start the class." The call begins. The idea that you would have to work in pairs bothered you, but the fact that you couldn't choose your pair added an extra parameter of constraint. The names go by, some seem more delighted than others, but your name has not yet been mentioned. You hear Orcelyia's, then later Sky's, then Jayce's, but still not yours. Again, your heart is pounding. And what you feared most happened: Your name and Viktor's name were called together. There was silence in the room, much to Heimerdinger's delight, and then after a few seconds the whispering began. You couldn't really hear what was being said, your mind divided, oscillating between denial and anger. You really should have paid more attention to your map reading this morning. "Incendiary events. Protests. Angry people. Drama. Exciting conflicts.  In the five of wands, five men appear to be fighting each other, using their wands as weapons. However, on closer inspection, their sticks are raised but not hitting or hurting anyone. It is as if there is no real purpose or outcome in this chaotic scene, except to create conflict and discord within the group. Each man is wearing a different outfit, symbolising the diversity of their backgrounds and belief systems, and suggesting that because of their differences they cannot find harmony and common ground with each other. This card indicates that you are in the midst of a battle, tension and competition with others and that this is impacting your ability to move forward with your goals. Rather than being able to work towards a common goal, you are faced with constant opposition. Energy is dispersed but if forces work together, powerful results occur. There is a need for unity. You are hindered by people who do not act as you expect. Free yourself by embracing the present moment. Why did he have to come and ruin everything?

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"Our families" "They dont have to know"

Alphonso x GN!umbrella!reader

hello! could you maybe do some fluffy alphonso x neutral or male reader? I'll take literally any alphonso content so do whatever you want! <3 requested by : @nerdyshitislit

nsfw but no smut so 18+

A deep sigh comes out of your mouth as you walk around the carnival, you thought it would be fun to go and have a distraction but none of your siblings wanted to come with.

You bump into someone "im sorry!" you squeek out "its fine!" a voice speaks up making your head shoot up "i dont want any trouble!" you yelp when you reconize the man as a Sparrrow "i dont want trouble either, darling" he says holding up his hands making you sigh in relief.

"Whats a pretty little thing like you doing here alone though?" he asks making your jaw drop open in shock he chuckles before putting his finger under your chin and closing your mouth before he takes a step back "im sorry i shouldnt have just touched you without asking" he freaks out "i mean why would you want someone like me to-" you cut him of by putting a finger on his lips "do you wanna walk around the carnival with me?" you ask him shyly while dropping your hand

He quickly nods his head "i would absolutely love that, darling" he says making you beam "its a date!" "i mean not a date but a date but no wait-" you ramble making him grin "it can be a date if you want it to be" he says making you nod before shaking your head "our families" you start "They dont have to know" he finishes making you smile

He takes a hold of your hand before looking at you for any discomfort, when he doesnt see any he interwines his fingers with yours "where do you wanna go first?" he asks making you shake your head "no idea, i just came here for a distraction" you confess making him nod "wanna get something to eat?" he asks making you nod

He starts leading you to a stand but he stops in his tracks "y/n what are you doing with him?" "Alphonso what are you doing with the enemy?" two voices speak up, your eyes shoot to your siblings, Five storming up "we felt bad for ditching you and we come here to see you with this exta?" he says, anger filling his voice, you take a small step back when he glares at you

Alphonso squeezes your hand and stands in front of you "dont talk to them like that" he defends you, Jayme looks at her brother in shock "He doesnt stick up for anyone" she whispers to Sloane making the slightly taller woman agree, Ben scoffs "so what?" he asks Jayme annoyed "it clearly means they are special, idiot" Chistopher replies before Jayme can

Viktor smiles softly "Five their having fun, let them, y/n is an adult they can do what they want to" he says defending you, Allison sighs "i hate to say this but i agree with Viktor, you know im the first one to protect y/n but you saw the smile they had before you interupted"

Marcus walks up to Alphonso "they make you happy?" he asks making Alphonso nod "i think so, i wouldnt know because you ruined the date before we could even have a serious conversation" he says annoyed making Marcus nod "apologies brother, we worry about you, we also felt bad for not joining you so we thought we would surprise you, we will go back home now, treat them kindly" Marcus says before patting his brother on the shoulder making Marcus grab his shoulder "damn" he mutters before walking away, his siblings following, Jayme walks up to Y/n

"hurt my brother and ill kill you" Jayme spits making y/n squeek "be nice" Alphonso scolds Jayme making her raise her hands in the air before walking away

"can you guys also leave?" you softly ask your siblings, head poking around Alphonso making Diego nod "hurt them and you are dead you hear me?" he threatens Alphonso before walking away pulling Five with him

When all your siblings are gone you let out a shaky sigh making Alphonos head shoot to you, your eyes filled with tears "Hey pretty thing whats wrong?" he asks, both his hands shooting to your face and holding your face in his hands

You shake your head and push his hands away making him feel his heart break before you burry your head in his chest making him sigh in relief, his arms wrap around the back of your head holding you close before placing a kiss to the top of your head

"I know we just met but i feel this instant connection, i mean i felt it the first time we met, i dont wanna be cliche but" he starts but cuts himself off before continuing "i think you might be my soulmate" he whispers

"i dont know if you believe in soulmates but" Alphonso starts but you cut him off "i do" you whisper softly making him smile "do you feel it too?" he asks making you nod, he sighs in relief again "you wanna get out of here and just get some icecream?" he asks you making you sniffle before a soft "yes please" comes out of your mouth

Alphonso lifts you up princess style before he starts carrying you out of the carnival "i can walk" you whisper making him shake his head "absolutely not angel"

When you reach the icecream place he places you on the ground before he wraps his arm around your waist and leading you inside

The guy behind the counter scoffs "we dont accept freaks" he spits out to Alphonso making his face drop, you softly move your hand and make roots grow under the guy, he falls his face slamming into the counter

"my dad owns this icecream shop, you are fired" Alphonso speaks gaining his confidence again because of what he assumes is the guys clumsieness

A man walks out from the back "mister hargreeves!" he beams before looking at the worker and back to Alphonso "what are you doing here sir? looking for some icecream for you and your little lady/guy?" he asks making Alphonso look at him "yes icecream for me n my person" he says making sure the man hears "person" "also he is fired" Alphonso continues "what why?" the man demands

"Hes rude to customers, now dont talk back again or i will also fire you" Alphonso spits before he pulls you out of the store "that was hot" you whisper making Alphonso smirk "yeah, darling?" he asks making you nod, he looks around before pulling you into an alleyway, he pushes you against the wall and leans down a bit "may i kiss you?" he asks making you nod

"tsk, be good and give me verbal consent" he demands "please kiss me" you beg softly making him smile and he leans in, his lips connect to yours, one hand goes up to your cheek and the other rests on your waist, you softly kiss back before he pulls away

"we should stop otherwise i will fuck you in this alleyway and i dont want our first time to be like that" he says making you gasp, he laughs softly before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the alleyway only to run into Diego and Luther "yeah time to give our sibling back" Diego says pulling you away from Alphonso "but" you say with a pout "No honey no" Luther says "the pout isnt gonna work on us"

You continue pouting "you guys why do you hate me?" you whine softly before looking back at Alphonso who is looking at you with a fond look in his eyes, he walks closer to you before kissing you again "ill see you later angel, dont want your brothers annoyed at you" he says before walking away

You sigh before letting yourself fall into Diego's chest "he's perfect!" you beam making Diego scoff "dont scoff at me mister, arent you and Lila dating? she tried to murder me with bees!" you say pushing away from him

You turn to Luther and lift your arms up making him lift you up "Why are you like this?" he asks with a big smile on his face "oh you love it!" you tell him making him nod

Time skip to night

You lay in bed before hearing a knock on the window, you look at the window and are greeted by a flying and smiling Alphonso you jump up and quickly open the window, when he is inside you close the window

He puts his hands on your waist and turns you to him before he starts pushing you backwards till your on the bed he gets on top of you and starts kissing you "i missed you my darling" he says in between kisses "its only been a few hours" you tell him making him stop kissing you "i still missed you" he says before sitting down on the bed pulling you onto his lap

"i also owe you a good date" he says "one thats not interupted" you nod in agreement "come on" he gets up holding you in his arms "again i can walk" you say but he shuts you up with a peck "darling, if i wanna carry you ill carry you"

"im kinda tired" you whisper in his ear making him coo "aw baby, you can take a nap after the date okay?" he says before placing a kiss on your cheek

You place your head in the crook of his neck, his hands on your thighs while he keeps walking, you place a soft peck to his neck making him shudder softly, one of his hands leave your thigh and puts it on the back of you head and softly pulls your hair making you look at him "do that again and i wont be able to control myself darling" he kisses you before leading your head back into the crook of his neck letting go of your hair and his hand drops back to your thigh

You smile softly into his neck before placing another peck "fucking brat" he says making you smile even wider "you are so lucky i really want this date to go well otherwise you wouldve been bend over my fucking desk" he whispers before opening a door, he sets you on the floor and notice you are in the Sparrow academy

Alphonso takes a hold of your hand and starts leading you to a room, he opens the door and holds it open for you with a bow "after you darling" he says making you walk into the room, he follows and puts a hand on your waist squeezing softly "come on baby" he says before he throws you on the bed "kinky" you say making him laugh, he walks to a projector and presses start, a movie preview starts playing

He walks over and sits down next to you before he looks at you and manhandels you inbetween his legs, his chest against your back his arms wrapped around you before he places a kiss on your head and the door opens "sorry sorry!" Sloane whispers using her powers to hold up snacks and drinks placing them on the table "have fun!" she beams before running away

After the movie

You yawn before turning around in Alphonso's hold so your head is burried into his chest, he smiles before laying down on his back, his hands go to your ass before he pulls you on top of him "go sleep my love" he says

You lean up and kiss him and he gropes your ass making you moan into the kiss before he pulls away "go sleep baby" he whispers softly making you nod and burry your head into the crook of his neck

Sloane coo's loudly when she enters Alphono's room, she grabs her phone and takes a picture of y/n and Alphonso cuddled up "fuck off" Alphono who is still awake whispers "if u wake them up you and i will have trouble" he threatens making Sloane lift her hands "we wont but sure" she says with a smile before skipping away quickly sending the picture to Luther

"HELL NO, GUYS WE NEED TO GO TO THE SPARROW ACADEMY"

[graycats-arcane-blog]

I want Viktor and Sevika to meet up in season two and complain together about how Jayce and Silco did them dirty. Find my long-winded train of thought below.

So, you’ve got two pairs of people united by their dreams: Jayce and Viktor share their “Hextech Dream;” Silco and Sevika dream of a free Zaun. They revolutionize their respective regions (“Not necessarily in a good way,” Ekko might add as he watches countless Trenchers become deformed by shimmer) with Hextech coming to symbolize Progress Topside while Silco’s gang gains decisive control over most of the Undercity.

Jayce and Silco become the “poster boys” of their respective dreams. Jayce’s face is splattered across posters and mugs all over Topside; Silco’s eye-symbol-thingy is found on buildings and signs in the Undercity. Viktor and Sevika, although they both pull enormous amounts of weight with regard to bringing their dreams alive, are absent from the spotlight. Why?

Viktor and Sevika prioritize the realization of their dreams to receiving credit. The same could be said for Jayce and Silco, but, well, someone needs to lead their movements, and they’ve got the charisma for it. Meanwhile, Viktor and Sevika remain in the shadows, even skipping out on opportunities to have their contributions acknowledged, like when Viktor declines Jayce’s invitation to appear on stage with him at the Progress Day Address, and when Sevika turns down Finn’s offer for them to overthrow Silco and take his place. They seem content to take a backseat – that is, until things go wrong.

Viktor asks Jayce why he’s immersing himself in politics when they should be doing science. Sevika warns Silco that his ward is literally blowing holes in their operations. Both have valid concerns, both see their dreams in jeopardy – and neither are taken seriously. Jayce is determined to be a political boi, and Silco, although he does talk to Jinx about the potential harm she’s caused to his mission, does not take steps to prevent her from future explosive behavior.

Jayce and Silco take on additional responsibilities – politics and parenthood – that they are NOT PREPARED FOR AT ALL. And, what do you know, they do poorly. Jayce attempts to reform a corrupt government only to end up participating in the corruption himself, cutting deals with other Councilors under Mel’s guidance. Silco attempts to strengthen a disturbed individual, but ends up shaping an individual who can (and does) destroy him and his plans for Zaun.

(And, yeah, it’s a lot more complicated than just that. We could say that Viktor is also corrupting the Hextech dream when he kills Sky with the Hexcore. We could say that Sevika didn’t do Silco any favors when she was harsh with Jinx. We could say Jinx would’ve messed stuff up even if Silco hadn’t raised her.)

My point is, if there were a fanfic where Viktor and Sevika meet up at a bar to drink and rant about watching their partner/boss flush their dreams down the toilet, I would savor every moment of it.

(I might also be tempted to write such a fic. Anybody else want to read about Viktor and Sevika being drinking buddies who rant at each other? No? Eh, I’ll probably write it anyway. Eventually.)

[topperscumslut]

my thoughts reading the first umbrella academy comic book as someone who’s been a fan of the show for years (spoilers for all seasons of the show and the first book)

•damn so we’re really getting right into reggie being an alien huh??

•WE FINALLY GET TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED AT THE EIFFEL TOWER???

•LUTHER 🥲

•can we talk about how he named his lil moon robot ben and still has newspaper articles about the academy and one about ben’s death 🥺

•literally how anyone can hate him i don’t understand

•TELL ME WHY I JUST SAW VANYA’S WHOLE CHEEKS- was the thong really necessary gerard???

•also it still feels transphobic calling her vanya even tho she doesn’t become viktor in the comics bcuz viktor’s transition was written for elliot page like ik she’s still a cis female in the books but saying vanya still makes me feel… grimy idk

•”father’s really dead, isn’t he, pogo?” LUTHER ILY

•he still calls allison rumor and is still wearing the academy mask wow luther hargreeves really is the right where you left me by taylor swift character huh

•tears are streaming down my face in a barnes and noble cafe luther are you OKAY

•someone get these siblings therapy i beg

•KLAUS!!!!!

•klaus definitely seems very similar in both versions

•”because what i found wasn’t just a place where i could hide” five trying to time travel not cuz he’s a stabbing a table with a butter knife cocky little shit but a literal child trying to hide from his abusive father is going to make me combust anyway fuck reginald

•more crying

•the A+ on luther’s paper and the D- on diego’s diego deserves better i am sobbing

•so it’s diego that thinks reggie was murdered in the comics instead of luther?? interesting

•luther and diego are so angsty jesus

•”so start acting like homo sapiens so we can bury your father” POGO PLZ-

•WHY DID DIEGO JUST STRIP GRACE????

•i have SO many questions

•i think im too dumb for this book

•which is embarrassing cuz it’s a comic book

•NOT LUTHER BITCH SLAPPING DIEGO GOODBYE-

•who in the motherfuck is dr terminal

•aidan gallagher was such a perfect casting for number five omg

•”i guess you’re right… [reginald] didn’t love me. but i haven’t spent my life pretending he did.” hello???? are we sure this is the same luther as the luther from the netflix series??

•is it just me or does klaus kinda look like mikey way???? like ik gerard wrote the series so…??

•not five bringing pogo into the fucking coffee shop- 💀🤚

•the way agnes literally does not question the fucking MONKEY god i love her

•five brutally massacring the commission goons and yet still stopping to pay for his drink and thank agnes omfg

•how are y’all shocked allison SAed luther in s3 when she literally SAs him hardly five chapters into the first book??

•it was literally out of nowhere too like- there was BUILD UP and CHEMISTRY and FLIRTING in the show and at least some villain era motivations for allison but in the book they’re literally just talking about claire and allison is still calling her Luther’s NIECE and then she just rumors him into kissing her out of nowhere??? i just audibly gasped in this barnes and noble i am sorry

•vanya is SLIM THICC

•everything is happening so fast in comparison to in the show omg

•is there *something* going on between diego and vanya like there is allison and luther?? or why is he so emotionally attached to her?? please tell me there’s not istg-

•REGINALD?????

•klaus saving the day slay!!!

•i don’t know how to feel. i just got so much information in so little time.

•FIVE AND KLAUS CONTENT YESS!!!

•POGO’S EXCERPTS ABOUT THE KIDS IM GONNA CRY

•OMFG KLAUS ACTUALLY WAS INSPIRED BY MIKEY I AM SCREECHING

•i have so many feelings

[sissytobitch10seconds]

The Slightest Possibility

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Viktor thought that this was something that people only did in those stupid 'coming of age' movies and day time dramas. He never expected it to be him, sitting on the floor of his tiny dorm bathroom with his best friend while the kitchen timer he had stolen from his parents mocked him with every tick.

Warnings: Pregnancy, discussion of abortion, and mentioned transphobia

Word Count: 5,043

Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: Just a cute little fic that I wanted to write to explore a bestie dynamic between Klaus and Viktor. I might write more from this world if people like it but for now just have this! Thank you all so much for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

“I think that there’s a slight possibility that I might be pregnant.”

It was late one Friday night, so they were mostly alone in their dorm. The rooms were shitty and the common room even more so, which meant that no one that lived in the same building as them was willing to throw a party bigger than ten people and instead went and sought them out elsewhere. That was fine for the duo currently occupying the dorm room though, because it meant that they were alone and the building around them was quiet.

Their homework was spread messily about the coffee table of the living space that the dorm included. That was part of the reason that the rooms were so small, because each of them contained a living space as well as two bedrooms (that were quite literally bed rooms because of how little space they had). They had a half eaten pizza underneath the table that they were both sneaking pieces from whenever they started getting hungry again.

After Viktor finished talking, the entire dorm room fell into an eerie silence. It was unnerving, to be able to clearly hear the music that the couple living in the dorm above his was playing when his own space was usually so noisy that he couldn’t. He tilted his head to the side so that he could see what his best friend was thinking.

Klaus had been in the middle of scribbling something on the edge of his notes, likely something dirty. He was frozen in the middle of the word, his pencil still pressed to the paper without moving at all. His brows furrowed together and his green eyes were glassy instead of focused on the content.

The smaller man rolled over from where he had been spread out over the couch. He threaded his fingers together underneath his chin and looked towards his best friend. “Klaus?”

“I’m sorry, did you just say that you were pregnant?” the other man asked as soon as he snapped out of the spiral that he must have been in.

Viktor groaned and tilted his head down so that his face was smashed into his hands and his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. “I said that there was a very slight chance that I might be pregnant, not that I am!”

“Those two things a more similar than you think, Vik-Vik,” Klaus dumped his pencil down onto the ground and then slid gracefully around the coffee table so that he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Why do you think that you might be up the duff?”

“First of all, never say that again,” the smaller moved his head back up so that his best friend could see the way that his nose was wrinkled in displeasure. “Second of all, there’s a lot of reasons.”

“Did you do the nasty without a rubber?” Klaus gasped, making his face the exact replica of a shocked emoji.

Viktor rolled over so that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t think that it would be a big deal to just do it once. Like, I used a condom all the time when I have sex, even those stupid insertion ones. But I really, really liked him- I still do, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking if he had a condom. I was terrified the entire time that I was going to scare him off and never get to have the experience that I wanted with him,” he explained.

The smaller man let out a small squeak of surprise when he felt the couch dip down next to him. He was shoved to the side so that his nose was pressed into the backrest and his shoulder was pressing down into the seat. He felt the warm body of his best friend move in next to him and then eventually he rolled back over so that they were cuddled comfortably together. Their hands drifted down until their fingers threaded together, just like they had during all of those hard days in high school.

“So, you had sex with Five Hargreeves?”

“Blunt as ever, I see,” Viktor grumbled to avoid answering the question. The two of them met with Klaus and his mother moved to The City during their freshman year of high school. They had basically been inseparable after that, so it was almost expected for them to know everything about the other person. Klaus didn’t have a lot of secrets, but Viktor did and the only person that he trusted them to was Klaus.

“Vik, answer me,” Klaus whined like a toddler.

“Okay, yeah, I did. Do you remember that party that Allison wanted to go to a month ago? I wasn’t drinking because it’s not a good idea with the new dose of the meds that I’m on so I was people watching,” Viktor explained.

“Like you do, you little weirdo.”

“Shut up or I’m not going to finish my story,” Viktor warned. He giggled as Klaus mimed zipping and locking his mouth before he flicked away the imaginary key. The smaller man let out a little sigh before he continued, “So he found me and we got to talking. I think he might have thought I was a little bit drunk or something because then he kissed me. And one thing led to another. And now we’re here.”

“Ignoring the fact that it’s kind of scummy to sleep with someone when you think that they’re tipsy, was he any good?” Klaus asked.

Viktor turned to look at his best friend, glaring at him, “Are you just gonna ignore the fact that I started this conversation by saying that I thought I was pregnant?”

That seemed to sober up the situation for both of them. Klaus face got a lot more tender and his voice more compassionate as he said, “You know that having unprotected sex once doesn’t mean that you’re pregnant, right?”

“Yeah… but my period is also like a week late,” he admitted in a small voice. It was all beginning to feel very heavy as he said it out loud. He had noticed that the little open circle on his calendar, the way that he had kept track of his cycles since he had start having them in sixth grade, was missing the usual closed dot that came with it a couple of days ago. Since then he had been trying to figure out how long it was okay to wait until he really started to worry that he was pregnant.

“How long do your cycles usually take when you’re late?” Klaus asked. They both sat up so that they were sitting with their legs folded and across from each other, which meant that the situation was actually serious. 

“That’s the problem. I have a twenty eight day cycle usually, and I’m onto day thirty five with no bleeding. It all just adds up too well with the headaches and water retention that I’ve been having,” Viktor shrugged.

They were quiet for a bit, both of them processing the information that was now sitting uncomfortably in the air between them. It was something that Viktor had been thinking about for a while but was unsure that he was actually going to be able to say out loud because of the heaviness. Panic began to form in the spot underneath Viktor’s stomach, sending an icy shiver throughout his body. He leaned forward so that his arms were wrapped around his legs and keeping them close to his body as he tried his best to not start aggressively sobbing.

“We shouldn’t panic until you actually take a test, right?” Klaus said immediately upon noticing that his best friend was more upset than he had initially thought. 

Viktor messily wiped the tears away from his face. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. We should wait until we know for sure to start worrying about this.”

“I’m sure that it’s something else. Come on, let’s go to the store down the road and get one so that we can take your mind off this. I wanted to pick up some coffee for tomorrow morning anyway,” Klaus said. 

He unfolded himself from where he had been sitting on the couch like he was more doll than person and then made his way over to the front door. He tugged his shoes on and grabbed his coat from where he had left it in a heap on the floor just as Viktor got the strength to stand up. The smaller man quickly followed after so that he was in his shoes and jacket before they left the dorm room.

They didn’t encounter anyone until they were about half a block away from the dorm where Viktor lived, and even then it was no one that they knew. Most people were still out at parties or doing homework to try and allow their weekend to be free, so they had the streets relatively to themselves.

That was nice, because the closer that they got to the small corner convenience store, the more nervous and fragile that Viktor began to feel. He had grown up with horrible anxiety his entire life so it wasn’t like that was completely new to this situation, but the idea of what he suspected was wrong with him actually being true was certainly making it worse instead of easier. 

Klaus was supportive the entire time that they were on their way, talking about either things to keep his best friend distracted or anything that popped up into his mind to make it feel more normal. The taller man knew exactly how to deal with his best friend and his anxiety since he had been helping Viktor through it for almost eight years. 

They got to the convenience store after about ten minutes of walking and ducked inside. Klaus grabbed a can of coffee from the front of the store and then led them to the part of the store with the pregnancy tests. Viktor immediately felt overwhelmed by the feminine branding, everything purple and pink colored with pictures of women with huge bumps. “Gross,” he muttered as he picked out a blue one that was relatively expensive. He figured that it was going to be better than some of the cheaper ones in his small amount of knowledge about products such as these. 

“Don’t you think it’s going to look weird?” he asked as they made their way back up to the front. 

Klaus snagged him a lemonade from the counter next to the check out desk as he replied, “How is it going to look weird?”

“I mean, I pass well enough to not get misgendered like ninety percent of the time in public and I’m buying a pregnancy test,” Viktor muttered. He knew that he was stalling because he didn’t want to deal with the possible judgements that were going to be laid on him from the cashier.

The taller of the two college students shrugged. “It’s not their job to judge us and they have no idea that it’s for you,” Klaus replied. He reached over and snagged the pregnancy test from here Viktor had been clutching it in his hands. He walked up to the cashier and plopped all of the items down onto the counter without a care in the world.

Just as he had said, the cashier rang up all of their items and then told them how much it cost. They paid and departed very quickly without a single word of non-transaction conversation passing between them and the worked. They then quickly made their way back to the dorm room while sipping at the drinks that they bought. The conversation was a lot more stilted and nervous that time around then it had been originally.

The hardest part about the whole process, in Viktor’s mind, was having to sit around for about half an hour after he had finished the lemonade while waiting for it to pass through his system so that he could take the stupid test. He was really grateful that Allison, his roommate, was going to be out with her boyfriend all evening and wouldn’t be coming back until early in the morning after the whole thing was over.

As soon as he felt the urge to pee, Viktor sprang up off the ground and rushed to the bathroom after snagging the bag that held the test. He read the instructions on the back of the overly gendered packaging and then followed them exactly. It was a very weird and invasive process, even if he was the one doing it to himself on his own body. 

After he finished, he put the cap back on the test and then set it down on the counter. He opened the door and Klaus was right there, waiting for his best friend to need him again. Viktor handed the test to him, face down so neither of them could see if there was any kind of developing answer, and then went to the small kitchen that the dorm contained. It was mostly just a counter with a sink and a minifridge that Allison had located her toaster oven on, but they still used it to cook sometimes.

He grabbed the little white kitchen timer from on top of the stack of papers that was on the minifridge and then turned it to five minutes before he walked back to the bathroom. He set the device down on the opposite side of the sink as he hauled himself up onto the counter. Klaus walked fully into the bathroom and then closed the door behind them so that if Allison did come home earlier than they thought that she would, they would still have some privacy. He slid down onto the floor so that his back was pushed up against the door to keep it from opening even more than the shitty lock would.

Viktor let out a small groan as he leaned his head back against the mirror. Every little click noise that the timer was making while he waited for it to go off seemed like it was mocking him, proving just how royally he had fucked up this situation. He felt like his nerves were on fire as warmth flushed through his body and made the cold of the mirror and counter underneath him all the more appealing. He picked at the ends of his fingers where the callouses from years of playing the violin had formed before he moved to toying with the edge of his shirt. 

He tried to imagine what he would look like with a baby bump, but it was so foreign to him that he couldn’t. He was an only child, as was Klaus, so he had never really been around someone that was pregnant enough to know what it looked like when it was real. The only actual exposure that he had to pregnancy was from what he watched in shows and movies, which was so hyper-feminized that the idea of having it done to him made him want to vomit.

Or maybe that was morning sickness settling in now that he had accepted the fact that he might be pregnant.

The timer finally went off, alerting them both to the fact that they were finished waiting. Viktor jumped so hard that he was half convinced he had dislodged some of his bones from where they should be in his joints. He leaned forward so that his elbows were on his thighs and he could bury his face in his hands.

Klaus reached up and grabbed the timer so that he could turn it off. He then moved so that he was kneeling in front of Viktor, his crossed arms resting on top of the other man’s knees. “Aren’t you going to look at it? That’s the whole point of taking it, after all.”

“I don’t know,” Viktor sighed as he leaned back so that his face was visible again. He turned his head the opposite way of the test despite the small device being upside down so that neither of them could see it.

“I’m right here, Vik. If it does turn out that you’re pregnant then we’ll handle it. It’s gonna drive both of us up the wall if we don’t see what the test says, though,” Klaus poked at his leg. 

Conceding that his friend was right, Viktor reached over and snagged the test off of the counter. He held it in both of his hands, one side of the stick in each of his calloused fingers. He took a deep breath as he sat up properly and then slowly turned the little stick over. “Shit,” he muttered when he saw the result.

He wasn’t able to say what it said, the chipper message basically mocking him. He handed it over to Klaus, who muttered the word as he read it, “Pregnant.”

They sat in silence for a moment before the taller of the two college students said, “I guess this is one doodle that can’t be undone, home skillet.”

“Do not quote Juno at me right now, you asshole!” Viktor crowed, swiping at the other.

Klaus laughed and ducked out of range. He sprang to his feet and then inserted the test back into the package that it came from. “Do you wanna go stash this in your room and then we can talk about what you’re gonna do?”

The light humor that had been resting on Viktor’s face a moment prior at the joke that his friend made immediately slipped off of his features. He took the box with the test in it from Klaus and opened the door to the bathroom. He had just exited when the front door opened and his very giggly roommate entered.

Viktor darted for his room as quickly as he could so that he could stash the pregnancy test away from Allison’s prying eyes. He cared very deeply for his friend and roommate, the two of them had been living together since they were eighteen, but she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

“What are you doing home so early?” he asked as he stuck his head out of his bedroom. He had his hands on either side of the doorframe to keep her from being able to push past him into her room. She was wearing her three inch heels, which meant that she was more than a foot taller than him (not that it was a hard feat, seeing as Viktor just barley broken five foot nothing). She was strong enough that if she really wanted to, she could overpower him by flinging herself at him until he collapsed down to the ground, but in her drunken state she would just pull and push at him until she got bored.

“Ray and I drank a little bit too much and then the date wasn’t fun anymore so we agreed to try again later,” she waved her hand dismissively at him. “What’s Klaus doing here?”

“Klaus is always here when you’re gone. It’s the only time that we get to hang out without an Allison,” Viktor replied playfully. The woman was drunk enough that she wasn’t going to remember a single word of what he said by the time that she woke up. He left the edge of his room, very confident in the fact that she was going to go prying in the state that she was in.

He placed his hands on Allison’s shoulder and then directed her towards her bedroom. He helped her remove her shoes, discarding them against the opposite wall, before he got a makeup wipe and carefully dragged it over her eyes. He removed her belt and the jeans that she was wearing, allowing them to lay in a heap on the ground over her shoes so that she could deal with them later. The last thing that he helped her do was place the bonnet of her hair so that it could be protected as she slept. She collapsed down into the bed and was out like a light almost immediately after that, like she always did when she was drunk.

“She’s not going to be waking up for a while. I don’t think she got to the point of needing to vomit so we probably don’t have to worry about that,” Viktor explained as he stepped out of his roommate’s room, shutting the door behind him to give her some privacy.

Klaus nodded in understanding. He got up onto the bed, folding his legs messily underneath him and then leaning against the headboard. Viktor flopped down so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the double bed and his back was flat against the mattress. 

“So what do you want to do?” Klaus asked, his voice almost caught in his throat with how cautious he was being. It all felt so heavy now that they knew it was true. This was something that they had been aware could happen their entire lives, especially with them both being pansexual and having healthy sex-lives. Thinking about the possibility of it happening and taking precautions to make sure that it didn’t was a lot different than the situation realizing itself, though.

The smaller man placed both of his hands over his face and gave a small groan. “I don’t know. It feels like a lot to take in right now but I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep unless we talk about it a little.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation a little bit. It was hard watching his friend go through something so complicated, even if it had just begun. “You had to talk about whether or not to quit choir for like a month before you actually did it.”

“Too much dysphoria,” Viktor shook his head at the memory. He flopped both of his arms over his face so that his mouth and nose were open to the air and he could breath, but everything else was covered. He thought for a moment before he said, “What are my options?”

Klaus replied, “Well we should focus on the right-here, right-now. You can have an abortion or you can go through with the pregnancy.”

That hung in the air even more than the revelation of the pregnancy. They had both been raised pretty religious, though their parents didn’t bring a lot of the super stringent bible-centric beliefs into raising them. Even back when Klaus had been Amish with his mother, before his father had passed away and they felt that it was safe to move away from the community, Rachel had been pretty tame on the lessons from the Bible. Neither of them had continued going to church after they had moved out, though they did go whenever they were back home with their parents, and neither of them felt particularly drawn towards God, Jesus, or Christianity as a whole.

“My parents would understand, wouldn’t they?” Viktor asked. One of his hands moved so that it was propping up his hand and the other rested on his ribcage, too timid to move the couple of inches down to his stomach. “If I got an abortion?”

Klaus nodded. “If you don’t feel like you could make it through a pregnancy and raising a kid they would be all for it. Isn’t that what their church says anyway?” 

Viktor groaned. “I’d have to go and get a blessing from one of the confessors for one. That means that I’m going to have to explain why I can’t go through with a pregnancy and raise a kid.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Klaus shook his head. “I mean, it’s something that we can consider more if you decide to go down that route, but do you really not want to go through with the pregnancy?”

That made him pause, even for just a moment. He hadn’t been thinking about himself and what he might want, his mind had only been on what his parents would think of him and the steps that he’d have to take to go through either path. 

Viktor thought back to the life that he had idealized for himself when he was younger, back in high school when that was the favorite thing of teachers to make them go over. He had always pictured himself as having two or three kids running around a big house. He hadn’t had any siblings when he was growing up but Klaus had become something of a brother to him when they were in their tween and teen years. 

“I mean… What if I want to keep the baby?” Viktor asked. “I never really pictured myself going through with a pregnancy, I always thought that I would have my partner do it or do adoption, but…”

“Here, let’s try this,” Klaus suggested as he flopped back onto the bed so that they were laying side by side. “You tell me what happens for the choice that I say. Kind of like coming up with a pros and cons list.”

Viktor considered it for a moment before he nodded in his consent. The entire situation was messy and confusing, but he knew that with his best friend’s help he was going to be able to unravel it one way or another. “So the first option is an abortion. You can’t be that far along since the party was only like six weeks ago if that is when the baby was conceived. So you shouldn’t have do to anything huge like a DNC,” Klaus started.

“It’s pricy though and I’m still on my parent’s medical insurance so I’d have to talk to them. Which means that I would have to go to the confessor and explain why I couldn’t go through with a pregnancy. Which is complicated since it’s not a direct medical condition,” Viktor explained. “It also feels kind of wrong to go through with an abortion without even telling Five that I’m pregnant.”

“Why? Right now, at six weeks, the only thing inside of your uterus is a clump of cells that has the potential to become a life. There’s so many things that could go wrong, especially right now, that could result in a miscarriage or something like that. You know, they say that there’s a heartbeat at six weeks but it’s actually just an electrical signal in what might become a heart,” Klaus reasoned back.

“I guess that’s true. But I’d still have to deal with the whole church thing, and telling my parents, and whatever might happen after the abortion. I can’t imagine that it’s a particularly pleasant experience, mentally or physically,” Viktor grimaced. He had done a lot of research by himself when he was in high school after he realized how lacking the classes he had taken in school were. None of the information he had been able to find was great, nor did he remember a lot of it in his panicked state of mind.

“So the other option is to go through with the pregnancy. That means telling your parents that you had sex with someone out of wedlock and then figuring out where you want to go from there,” Klaus said. 

“If I went through with the pregnancy then I would have to deal with all the things that come with being pregnant. Like having a bump and my chest doing shit that I don’t want it to. And hormones, morning sickness, acne breakouts, retaining water, swelling, fatigue,” he groaned. 

“But, you do get a baby at the end,” the other offered softly. Klaus knew how badly Viktor wanted to care for people and how badly he had wanted kids when they were younger. Klaus was a lot more uncle-oriented, where he was willing to be around babies and children but didn’t want to ever be the sole provider for one.

“That’s true,” his face curved up in a soft smile. “I don’t think that I would go through a pregnancy without wanting to keep the baby. I understand that there’s a lot of families out there that want kids and can’t have them for themselves, but pregnancy is something that’s so traumatic and difficult, especially when you don’t even get anything out of it in the end.”

“I would be there for you the entire time that you were pregnant too,” Klaus reminded him gently. It was incredible, the two different sides of Viktor’s best friend. Klaus had the ability to be direct, crass, and even rude at times but he could also flip to being compassionate, caring, and tender in an instant if that’s what the situation required. “And maybe we could put a rush on that apartment shopping project that we were working on.”

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “If I were to keep the baby, I would start showing around like sixteen weeks because I’m so small. But we’re graduating in about two months so that’s not really a problem, I think. I could hide it and it wouldn’t interfere with classes or anything. I also have a job lined up for almost as soon as I graduate so money wouldn’t really be super pressing either. They’ve got a good maternity policy. And we were already planning on moving in together so we could get an apartment and it would be okay, right?” Viktor had been staring directly up at the ceiling the entire time that he was laying out the plan in his head. When he finished speaking, he turned to the side so that he was looking at Klaus.

“If that’s what you want, then yeah. We can totally do that. You’re still gonna have to tell your parents either way. And if you’re gonna keep the kid you should probably find a way to tell Five,” he reasoned.

Viktor groaned, placing his hands over his face again. He had completely forgotten about the other half of the baby’s genetics.

[vforviktor]

Gush About Your OC

Thanks for tagging me @bnbc !! I never get asked to participate in this kind of thing!

Rules:

🥡Post 5 Facts about your OC

🥡Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

🥡Tag 5 People to spread the game.

Here are 5 facts about my OC: Maikuro

The craziest thing she ever did on a dare was the time she hacked the Delamain server… and maybe sort of accidentally caused a splintering of their collective consciousness.

She ran with the Tygerclaws until she was caught moving tech and guns to the Valentinos. She was subsequently imprisoned in an underground doll house where she was systematically abused — eventually she earned her freedom in exchange for her experimental AI and stayed on as a part-time doll to keep an eye on it.

Highly sexual aromantic? She doesn’t fully grasp her feelings for Viktor Vektor because she’s never actually felt romantic attraction before. She used her doll chip to bypass her aromantic tendencies in the past but she’s also a hedonist who will get down with literally anything.

Barely tolerates River, thinks he dresses tacky and doesn’t like the cologne he wears. Thinks Misty smells great, but doesn’t subscribe to her mystical/spiritual bullshit. Hated Kerry when she first met him but they’re chooms now even though she still thinks he behaves like a ponderous child.

Roku (6) is an AI controlled drone which has been her best choom and constant companion since her father built it when she was very young.

Time to tag!

@genocidalfetus, @st-rx, @neon-pink-witch, @cyberspacerunner, @kingsroad (I know you haven’t posted any CP77 content in a minute but I would love to know more about Jack Vago)