#goodnight Jayce

[cinamun]

Sunshine | Next

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[rotten-vision]

half asleep thinking about when viktor and jayce first meet (in the czech dub) viktor uses impolite speech talking to jayce and how it made me realise that viktor really did not like him at all

and that in the trial scene where he eyefucks jayce he's just excited to see the entitled richboy get wrecked

[d100system]

ok ive been indulging in a lot of escapism recently bc Good God I Need It and one of the forms thats taken is this immaculate, actively updating mcyt fanfic . however the writer just posted today that theres going to be another week or so minimum until the next update and i am going to start tearing things apart with my teeth

[bringthekaos]

Jayce "if I don't get my goodnight kissies and cuddles from my lab partner, I will literally kill myself" Talis, after the first month without Viktor:

Ajshsavahsjdha Jayce’s downfall is gunna destroy me. Babygirl is gunna lose Viktor, it looks like Cait is kinda gunna spiral into the vendetta against Jinx, so really he’s gunna lose her too, metaphorically. There’s a possibility he will lose Mel too (plz no). He’s gunna be so alone.

And I really don’t know how his first (if any) confrontation with Viktor is gunna go. Like, he finds out it’s Viktor, and looks at him like this…

… and I’m supposed to believe Viktor still wants to fight him after that??? Come on now. Go tuck your pathetic ex into bed and give him his gotdamn forehead kisses ffs.

[ursawastricked]

Distracting: Part 4

You have infected most of Viktors thought by now. And unfortunately he can not find solace in his own home, not when his growing “collection” he realizes, contains a remnant of you that he had forgotten about..and the distraction follows him further then just his brain.

Wordcount: 3,081 (I had too much fun)

THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Pining, cute memories, Smut, Solo Viktor, Male masterbation, Viktor being soft and oh so distracted

It wasn't uncommon for Viktor to be locked in his room after returning home, however he was much more annoyed at the current moment then he would usually be.

Now, on any other occasion, one where he found himself stuck between his desk and his bed, he would just continue to his desk. But no, instead he had been standing in the center of his empty room, starting an increasingly aggravating item in his possession.

He held the light weight glass in his grasp, leaned over it while sitting cross legged on his floor..somewhat, his bad leg was stretched out in front of him, it had been aching since he jumped to grab you earlier, another event he was planning on ignoring. He tilted his head as he turned over the glass in his hand, he had not yet noticed the light gold trim at the edge of it, nor the chiseled texture of the handle..it was clearly expensive which only worsened the guilt of having it. He wondered momentarily if he would be in trouble if they came looking for it, however people probably stole from those parties all the time. He knew they did, because at your first ever banquet, he had caught you slipping one of the china plates in your bag.

Viktor chuckled lightly, you were so quick to try and drag him into your scheme after he had caught you. At that point he had only known you about a month, and you had just started being actively social in the lab, mostly with Jayce, however you had said your fair share of ‘good mornings’, ‘goodnights’. It was charming, in a childish kind of way, and despite not assisting you, he hadn’t said anything and you still had the plate in your cabinet. He had seen it when you had invited him and Jayce over for some dinner. He ate off it, but didn’t comment on it, you winked at him and he smiled..

He leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling and analyzing that night as a whole, he recalled dinner, eating, drinking a bit..yes he definitely remembered drinking, because he had woken up in his own bed the next day with the same pain he imagined was felt after falling from a building, all settled in his skull. Lucky for him, he had beat Jayce to the chance of blacking out, so Jayce had gotten the honor of carrying him home. He had spent most of that day dragging himself between his bed and the bathroom, taking many showers, lots of vomit, and lots of sleeping. He had somehow ended up still with one of your scarves in his bed after he had passed out. He had learned from Jayce after asking about it, that he in his inebriated state, had put it on and tied it around his head to do what he thought was a very funny impression of you, but was actually a lot of gibberish and him not being able to stop laughing.

Did he..ever give that back to you? He wasn't sure..but as he stared at the lipstain on the champagne glass again, despite how faded it was after he had secretly drank from it during the nights, he had wondered if you missed it. After all, the cold season would be coming soon, and he couldn't stand the idea of you shivering because he had drunkenly stolen another thing from you..maybe you had a point, maybe he was a little bit of a kleptomaniac.

He groaned as he stood from the floor, grabbing his cane and pulling himself to stand. With a bit of effort he was able to leave his room and head to the hall closet, where he and Jayce kept their winter coats and such when it wasn't cold. With his free hand, he tugged the sliding door to the side and began to filter through the thick collection of fabric that was hanging in the far too small closet. It was truly ridiculous how many things Jayce chose to keep in this thing..but soon enough he had found it. A long, thickly knitted crimson scarf, squishy too the touch and clearly well loved as it was a little beaten up at the ends, or at least he hoped, if moths had eaten away at it while it was in his care, he would be quick to pay for a new one and spend the rest of the cold season trying to make up for ruining your property. He pulled it from its hanging state, feeling the weight of it settle against his palm as he inspected it for any details that would cause him worry, he couldn't remember if he had vomited on it, but either way, it would be polite to wash it before returning it. He sighed, throwing it over his shoulder so he could close the closet..when it hit him.

It wasn't gentle, it was an intense waft of smell that hit his senses. It was honey, lavender..the slight alteration of an oaky, maybe smokey smell that he then recognized as your perfume. He paused, closing the door to shamefully lift the fabric to his nose, not sure if he had any control over the carnal motion of holding it to his skin and inhaling deeply. He had missed the hint of caramel, the kind you always put in your coffee, and probably had spilt on this very scarf. His eyes were closed, senses blurring as the sensation of buzzing settled in his chest and let loose a sigh from him, one he would have hidden if he had noticed Jayce down the hall, apron tied on and holding a spatula covered in fudge from the brownies he had insisted on making that night.

“Vik, what's that you got there? Is it cold in here?” He asked, over the giggling noise of Mel who had arrived without warning to Viktor. She too came into the corner of Viktor Gaze as he yanked away your scarf from his nose and closed the closet the rest of the way.

“No..just remembered something..and wanted to check,” he replied, lazily glancing between Jayce and Mel as he crept toward his room, tossing the deliciously scented scarf too his bed before closing his bedroom door and standing facing it for a moment..He wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the buzzing in his belly had subsided only partly, and he could feel his body craving another huff of what he had just discovered. However he instead moved toward the kitchen, it was better to not feed into something that felt addicting.

He limped into the shared kitchen, seeing Jayce still stirring a bowl of fudgy brown putty, and his..guest as Viktor would put it..lounging on the stool, looking over Jayces work. She turned to smile at Viktor, and he gave his best attempt, despite how aggravating it was to be surprised with company when you didn't want to be.

“Viktor dearest, I couldn't help but notice that scarf you were holding down there,” she hummed, twirling glass of wine in her hand, a much less pretty glass then his he would note, “It looks a bit like the one your other lab assistant work..what was their name?” He was quick to spit your name back at her, almost instantly, like he was waiting for someone to ask. Mel glanced at him, a little spooked, “Yes..yes them. I saw them wearing the Yule ball, is that it?” she asked, sipping his wine with the elegance of a queen.

Viktor had almost forgotten about the Yule ball. Though now that he thought about it, you had worn it then, that was until you took it off and had revealed a golden collar around your neck..purely decorative, however he now wondered if you often wore things like that–

‘Stop that,’ he silently chastised himself, clearing his thirst to give a real answer, “Yes..they had lent it to me a while back..I wanted to pack it in my bag so I can return it” he murrmered, leaning over the sink and filling his usual cup with water.

Jayce giggled lightly, clearly amused by his next words before even saying them, “You gonna write a note for when you return it?” he asked, Viktor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Maybe some hearts, an invitation to steal yours next?” he teased, sending heat fast to Viktors face. His hand gripped the cup, avoiding anyones gaze as he stepped to the side,

“Of course not! Why would I ever offer that?” he huffed,

“One of your shirts would fit them pretty nice, don’t you think?” Jayce purred, only barely avoiding the water that spilled from Viktors mouth when he had missed his sip at the thought of you wearing his shirt, all sleepy and comfy, hiding yourself in his clothes,

“You..are an evil man Jayce Talis, a vile and disgusting creature–” Viktor choked, wiping his chin from the spittle that had fallen down it, turning his face away from Mel as she stared at the pair.

Viktor wasn't lucky enough it seems, as he had caught a smirk of understanding spread on mels painted lips. “Has our Viktor found himself a little playmate?” she hummed,

Jayce nodded, mouthing an exaggerated ‘Oh yeah’ which resulted in the hard thump of Viktors cane against his shin. Jayce yelped, hopping on one leg and holding his injured one and settling his forehead against the counter,

“I do not have a ‘playmate” Viktor grunted, tucking his cane back under his arm,

“Are you going to wash it at least? The scarf?” Jayce panted, settling his leg back down and leaning into Mel as she rubbed his shoulder for comfort, like he was a wounded puppy.

“Of course,” Viktor insisted, turning and making his way back down the hallway too retrieve it,

Jayce leaned down the hall as he went, “Hey uh, Mel is gonna sleep over, ok?”

“I assumed,” He yelled back, slipping into his room and closing the door.

As much as he planned to get right to your scarf, he had gotten distracted with what he thought would be a quick adjustment to his notes. He looked up to notice he had somehow ended up filling what was left of his notebook..he sighed, rubbing his temple and lifting himself toward his bed. He needed to sleep, so he tripped what was tight around his form, and rolled into his mattress. He laid on his side, and let out a deep sigh as he settled into the soft sheets..he was much more annoyed to hear the muffled noise of Mel and Jayce on the other side of the wall. He inhaled deeply, covering his head with his hands and trying to block out any further signs of their intense “conversation”.

His breath hitched as the feeling of his back hitting the bedroom door, your form standing close, blocking him from moving away. His gaze was lingering on your face, a bit disheveled from the rush into the apartment. He sighed, cupping your face as you tuck your body closer to him, the velvet of your vest brushing against his chest.

“Janna..your so lovely,” he huffed,

“You're so beautiful Viktor..” You whisper in reply, only to be cut off by the weight of Viktors lips colliding with yours. You both pant into each other, Viktor wrapping his arms tightly around your hip and using the other to cup your jaw, and keep your lips locked in a passionate embrace. Your combined weight sends you both tumbling to the bed. You land almost perfectly, Viktor slotted between your legs and pressing his weight into your pelvis. You let out a pathetic whimper as Viktor grabbed hold of your thigh and tucked it over his hip. He pulled his lips away briefly to mutter your name, 

“Your perfection..ever since that party..with that lovely gown..I can't stop thinking about you, about everything you do..” He panted between kisses to your impossibly soft lips, and when he couldn't handle muffling your sounds any longer, he pressed his lips into your throat, greedily licking at your sweat dappled skin as if he would die of thirst. You moan out his name as he rolls himself into you, groaning at the sensation of your plush behind against his bulge.

Your nosies only continued to spill from your throat, each shriller than the next, until he swore you began to sound like the creaking of his bed frame..

The creak of said bedframe is what met him when he fluttered his eyes open and found that rather than your, in his words, ‘Plush behind’, he had dug his hips into one of his pillows..He grunted, pulling himself to sit up and rubbing his face drearily. His brain was foggy, another groan from his bed sending a shutter down his spine and into his hips.

He didn't want to look, but like a drone, his chin dropped to his chest and he was met with the unmistakable outline of his throbbing cock, pressing against the fabric of his  boxers. He sighed, falling back to the mattress and combing through his hair with his hand, until he felt a soft texture crush his fingertips. He turned his gaze lazily, his gaze caught on a familiar crimson color. ‘Your damn scarf..’

He reached for it, flushing a bit in the cheeks as he brought it to his face..another instinctual move he had no control over. He deeply inhaled, feeling the smell trickle down his lungs into his stomach. He shuttered lightly, opening his eyes lazily and staring off at the cieling as the sickening feeling of shame flooded into his barely conscious mind. He knew it wouldn't go away, you wouldn't leave his mind, and because of it, his little..not so little, problem would also remain stubbornly active.

He closed his eyes again, maybe if he didnt see the scarf he would feel less guilty about the effect it was having. His hand pressed the fabric closer to his face, the other free hand slowly sneaking over his hip bone and causing him to involuntarily jut upward. He exhaled that first deep breath as the weight of his hand settled against his bulge and sent a muted humm of pleasure into his thighs. He took another moment to move again, a moment to at least settle on what to think about. Of course the only thing in his mind at the moment was you, that excited look on your face from the dream, the way your hair felt between his fingers as he kissed you..his hand slipped beneath his waistband, hurrying top push them down enough that he would ease the ache of his cock that was needily pressing into the now tight fabric. His grasp was light as he held himself, feeling the weight against his palm and considering himself for a moment..

Your voice invaded his imagination, a scripted coo into his ear, a fantasy of your sing songy tone, ‘excited Viktor?~’

His grip tightened around his shaft, he made one slow pass over it, making him inhale sharply through his teeth. He pressed your scarf to his mouth, taking in another intoxicating breath of you, his hand starting its slow, lazy pace as he squeezed his cock lightly with each stroke.

The scarf proved extremely effective in muffling his moan, one he didn't plan on, brought out as he pictured your hand rather than his, rubbing a bit faster. He felt a slight burn, lifting his hand away from his shaft for only so he could drag his tongue over his palm, giving himself a fair bit of saliva to better lube himself up with, before bringing it back to his cock and returning to a less lazy pace. The heat of his saliva brings an image of your perfect lips pressing into him, against his throat, against his hips, his cock.

His hip twitched into his tightening grip, sending an increasingly shocking amount of sensation through his stomach. He was shivering, the smell, your smell was all he could breathe in. It was as addictive as he anticipated it to be, sweet, strong, the intensity of pleasure it brought him was humiliating, especially knowing how much more noticeable it would be when he had to see you tomorrow. He wasn't sure how he would handle seeing you tomorrow.

You had smiled 15 times yesterday, the number tripled after he had touched you..oh and that touch was exquisite. HIs hand quickened, his breath was heavier, and he could feel the rumble of his groans as they sank into the soft fabric against his lips. Janna, he wanted to touch you again. With one touch, he had earned the luxury of knowing that, for a fact, your waist was as soft as he hoped..and the feeling..the squish of your flesh..it was enough to send a whimper from his throat. A shivering sensation spread down into his hips, his thumb pressing teasingly against the swollen head of his cock. He was shaking now, the weight of your body against his palm, he squeezed tighter around his shaft, his pace quickly becoming irregular. He groaned into the scarf, whining helplessly into the soft yarn, sighing shakily. His hips thrusted into his fist, greedily pushing himself toward the edge. He gritted his teeth, arching his back against the mattress as one last memory of you flooded into his psyche..the slight smile on your face after he let go of you, the little lean you made to chase him after it, the smallest sign of your returned affection.

He whimpered your name, the scarf not able to hide it as he held it tight to his chest, and white hot pleasure coursed through his body, down into his stomach and shooting through his hips as warm cum freckled his bare stomach.

His body collapsed into the mattress, his breath heavy and desperate, his release cooling soothingly against his belly as he fluttered his eyes open and started up into the night.

How was he going to look at you tommorow..

He couldn't figure it out in the morning..for now he reached over to his bedside table, gripping cold glass and sipping from the last remnants of your stained glass.

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Been a fan of boobs lately. Anyone else like boobs. Been sitting in my room boobs out lately anyone else ? Tag this post with amen and "goodnight jayce i love you thanks for the food its lukewarm but im proud of you anyways kiss you on forehead bye"

[a-so-called-person]

Well if were still running out of things to talk abt then i wanna mention how viktors hair is very authentic and soooooo fluffy and so free that it doesnt even get covered up as mh and jayces has been in the same slickback hair gel "imaman" it genuinely reflected in the light of an animation he featured in once like i was flabbergasted hairstyle for like 12 years straight and thats how u know their narative foiliness and also when he fires the hex hammer cannon his eyes light up blue from the electro-magic and the lack blue eyes are THE main difference between leauge and arcane jayces design like its DELIBERATLY there and also the fact that that bat firelight dude is the hottest man in the entire show like im scared of how much im into this furrys design and also jinxs hair thingies speak to my soul personally and silcos bad eye. Goodnight.

[ficfanatictrf]

Touch Starved

Summary: When you can't handle being touch starve anymore. Word Count: 1.2K

A/N - I have been struggling a bit when it comes to dealing with my own touch starved self (love being touch starved and also touch adverse). And it reminded me a lot of how my therapist was like sometimes you just have to be blunt with what you need. My Dad is not a very touchy person. We hardly hug or anything like that, but we have this dynamic now where if I am having a hard time I simply need to just tell him 'hug me, I need it' and he will until I'm alright. (This is the guy who can't even hug some of his nieces or nephews before it makes him uncomfortable).

Viktor wasn’t the most touchy person. 

Hell, you had believed he was asexual before he had admitted his feelings towards you. A startling but joyous miscalculation, that was to be sure. 

But, that left your relationship in a very odd place that you didn’t know how to navigate. 

Apart from your most intimate moments together, you could count on your hand the amount of times he had touched you. 

At first you believed it was just nerves. That he was nervous to reach out and touch you. 

However, as time passed, the two of you slowly having a routine on how the two of you interacted with each other, it left you feeling annoyingly needy. 

You wanted to touch him. Needed him to hold you, to comfort you. To feed that touch starved monster inside yourself that felt like it grew every single day, larger and larger with its constant nagging in the back of your mind. 

Yet, anytime you wished to bring up the topic, you could only remember how he had praised you for not being like all those other romantic partners. Saying how nice it was that you weren’t hanging off of him like a tree, or making him share desserts like the couples beside you, or holding hands. 

It scared you. 

He wasn’t one to do something he didn’t want to do. You knew that about him, just like how you knew he was a person that didn’t do something if he believed it was a waste of time. If he ever saw signs that your relationship wasn’t worth the time - he was sure to leave you. 

And him sometimes kissing your cheek, the rare sexual encounters, the small smiles he sent your way - that could be enough…. Couldn’t it?” 

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You found the need to have some form of comfort just being too much not even a week later, sitting in a chair beside Viktor’s desk as he worked away - like he always was. 

Honestly, you hadn’t even meant to say it, the words slipping free in a soft whisper. 

“Can I hold your hand?” 

It was like the words had to be registered by the two of you, Viktor pausing his writing to shift his gaze towards you while you felt your whole body stiffen at the realization of just what you had said. 

“Hold my hand?” 

You could hear it already, the perplexion that was in his voice as he asked for clarification. And when all you could do was nod, you knew you should have just been happy he wasn’t put off by the request. 

“I am a little busy at the moment. I’m not sure if you have noticed, but I am working.” 

The sarcasm burned, the shame making you feel so small and insignificant as you could only whimper out an apology. 

And with that, the matter had ended. 

He ended up working a good three hours more before giving you a soft kiss on the cheek as he said goodnight - heading on his way back home. 

“You need to be harder on him” 

Jayce spoke up behind you, resting his hand softly on top of your head in his own way of trying to give comfort. 

“The man is an idiot when it comes to human interaction. If you want him to understand what you want, you need to be blunt and harsh with him. Don’t ask for things, tell him what he needs to give you” 

For a moment, you just silently stood there, soaking in the warmth that came from your friend. 

You knew that he was right. He always did seem to be right about these kinds of things, but that meant you would need to be someone that you had never been before. Someone who was confident and able to demand what you needed. It had never been something you were good at…but at this point you were becoming desperate. 

With a stiff nod, your hair being ruffled in hopes of giving you motivation, you were on your way to Viktor’s apartment. 

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As the door swung open, you could see the small hints of excitement in his expression as he realized that it was you that had been knocking. 

This was very unlike you, coming to visit him unexpectedly. And as much as he didn’t want to pressure you into being more spontaneous, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill at just the prospect of you being there without it being scheduled -  that you wanted to visit him enough to just head on over. 

“Hello again, why don’t you come in-” 

“Th-this is how things are going to go” You started, unable to keep from stuttering as you tried to say things the exact way that you had replayed over and over in your mind on the way over. All the while, Viktor merely blinked at this change, before all you could see was endearment in those golden eyes. 

“I-I would like…no, I need, well no, I…” 

Frowning, you closed your eyes in hopes of getting the words out that you needed. Finally saying the thing that you had been needing to say for weeks. 

“I demand that you be more affectionate in this relationship. I need you to hold me. I need you to touch me, hold my hand, rub my back - everything!” You said, your voice raising slowly out of panic that he was going to interrupt and argue about it. 

However, instead, as you cracked your eyes open to take in how he would respond, you only saw him thinking about what had been put before him. Already, it seemed he was working on some equation of sorts in his mind. 

Humming softly to himself, it seemed to take him a few moments to piece together things enough to have a few questions. 

“How vital is this to our relationship?”

“100%” 

A soft nod, his hand coming up to his chin as he continued to calculate. 

“Hmm, how often?” 

You slowly felt some of your tension easing away, the man clearly treating this as almost like a business deal. While that was such a very Viktor thing to do, it meant that he was taking your issues seriously and without any sarcastic or teasing comments. 

He was taking your relationship seriously. 

“Everyday…if possible” 

You knew you shouldn’t have tacked on that last part, which Viktor seemed to catch onto very quickly as he reached out to rather awkwardly take hold of your hand. 

“Everyday. Noted. And is there a minimum length of time each of these occurrences take place?” 

With a nervous shake of your head, biting your lip as you just felt like a bother, you could see the man continuing to work on the issue in his mind. 

He only nodded, leading you inside and to the couch. 

Nothing was said as he plopped down onto the cushions, carefully easing you down onto himself so that he didn’t hurt his more sensitive leg. And despite how you wished for it not to happen, you had found yourself slipping to sleep in his hold in a matter of minutes. 

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From then on, everything was like night and day. 

It had taken a bit of time for him to be more comfortable with it, but slowly he had gotten into the habit of being affectionate and soft with you. 

Even to admit that he was slowly finding himself looking forward to your cuddle times and good morning kisses. 

[iseutz]

Nobody

Nobody ever:

Jayce Taliesin

Goodnight.

[arcaneheadcannons]

Doodles

(little blurb I thought of as I was doodling.. bit self indulgent but that's ok cause aren’t we all guilty of that)

Pairing: Viktor X Reader Proofread: mehh..  Word Count: 624 Warnings: None 

Your head rested against your arms as you stared down at your doodle, pencil scritching against the paper as your art came to life. You had finished the papers Jayce had asked you to copy a while ago.. And there was no one in the lab to talk to at the moment. Jayce was off in another council meeting and Viktor was getting another round of coffee, so it was just you, your thoughts and a doodled piece of paper to keep you entertained.

 You eventually sat up straight as you admired your new finished doodle, giggling to yourself. The sound of the door being pushed open suddenly startled you, tensing, you quickly covered up your doodle paper with Jayce’s council papers “Mrs. (L/N), I was informed that Jayce requires the papers you copied” Viktors voice echoes throughout the room as he makes his way over to the hex core “Oh uhh sure” strange.. You figured he'd need it for tomorrow since he asked you to copy them tonight. 

You stood and gathered the papers in your hands, bouncing the bottom of the stack against the table to make sure they looked straight and organized. You left in a little bit of a rush, the wind that trailed behind you caused your doodled paper to slip off the desk and float to the ground. Viktor's eyes followed the paper, he made a little sound of distress to himself as his eyes widened “uh- Mrs. (L/N) you dro-” too late, you were already out the door. 

Viktor sighed as he got up with a little grimace, making his way over to the paper.. sometimes (Y/N) could be a smidge careless. As he picked up the paper he paused, this wasn't a paper from the stack… it was a doodle of him. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, he had no idea you could draw. While still looking at the paper he made his way over to the wall, he proceeded to pin it up a cork billboard, your piece embedded between equations and diagrams, a little out of place but that’s ok. 

You came back to the lab about 10 minutes later- why did everything have to be so far!?. You sighed with relief as you grabbed your things and hoisted your jacket over your shoulder “alright then.. I'm calling it for tonight, I advise you to call it for tonight too" Viktor turned in his seat with an amused look.. odd “of course, once I finish this paper here.. But tell me Mrs. (L/N)” you innocently hummed in question as you looked over to him “are my eye bags that prominent?” oh how the blood instantly drained from your face as he pointed to your doodle.. that was now on the billboard “I- Um I promise there is no ill intent behind it! I just..” you panicked, but there was no point in trying to cover it up, Jayce couldn't draw for shit and Viktor wasn't even there in the making of your piece. You let out a defeated sigh as your hands fell limp at your sides “i just.. got board is all” 

Viktor’s amused smile never faltered as he stared up at the piece again “Well.. I think you should doodle more often, might bring some life to the lab” you were first surprised then timid, but you felt a smile and faint blush creep up onto your face, a huff of a laugh escaping through your nose “well then.. maybe I will, goodnight Viktor” Viktor eventually turned back to his work, an audible goodnight bided to you in return.. shame, you missed the blush creeping onto his own cheeks. 

(Bonus: The doodle that started this blurb)

[alpaca-clouds]

Kissy Drabbles Overview

I am currently doing the Kissing Challenge von @grey-wardens-dont-have-dental and I thought I would do an overview for the fics I have done so far for it.

Please send more prompts! A Number and any of my Ships (see below) will do!

…good morning. | A Forgotten Kiss (Ilic/Sayan)

…goodnight. | Good Night, Sweetheart (Edgin & Kira)

…goodbye. | A Long Kiss Goodbye (Trevor/Sypha)

…where it hurts. | To Hold You Close (Striga/Morana)

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear. | To Kiss Away Your Tears (Striga/Morana)

…to shut them up. | Bad Weather (Trevor/Sypha) | How To Shut Up Your Paladin (Edgin/Xenk)

…in secrecy. | In Secret (Viktor/Jayce) | Hidden Kisses (Alucard/Trevor/Sypha/Greta)

…in public. | No Qualms (Alucard/Trevor/Sypha/Greta)

…desperately. | Relief (Striga/Morana) | No Words (Daisuke/Ken) | When the World comes Apart (Caitlyn/Vi)

…in joy. | To See You Again (Striga/Morana) | A Joyful Kiss (Alucard/Sypha)

…in grief. | To Share Your Pain (Striga/Morana)

…discreetly. | Just One More Kiss (Coman/Temur)

…casually. | Casual (Greta/Sypha)

…passionately. | An Order (Ilic/Sayan)

…lazily. | A Lazy Kiss (Ilic/Sayan)

…to distract.

…as encouragement. | Early Breakfast (Trevor/Alucard) | Without Magic (Eda/Raine)

…for luck. | For Good Luck (Greta/Sypha)

…on a scar. | To Pepper Your Scars With Kisses (Alucard/Trevor/Sypha/Greta)

…on a place of insecurity. | Soft Forbidden Kisses (Diana/Leona)

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief. | A Kiss of Relief (Trevor/Alucard) | Everything Is Alright (Striga/Morana)

…in danger. | Below the Surface (Sypha/Greta) | An Illusion of Safety (Striga/Morana) | Explosions and Broom Closets (Luz/Amity)

…as a ‘yes’. | Surprise Gift (Miyako/Mimi)

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion. | Suggestions (Eda/Raine)

…as a lie.

…as a promise. | A Promise Sealed (Hector/Isaac) | A Silent Promise (Diana/Leona)

…as comfort. | For Comfort (Hector/Isaac)

…after a small rejection | "Get Better Soon" (Ilic/Sayan)

32. …to wake up. 33. …forcefully. | A Forceful Kiss (Sayan/Ilic) 34. …to pretend. 35. …to gain something. | Negotiation Tactics (Mel/Sevika) 36. …to give up control. 37. …without a motive. | No Good Reason (Sypha/Greta) 38. …because they’re running out of time. | Before We Die (Edgin/Xenk) 39. …because time’s run out. | Too Late (Edgin/Xenk) 40. …because the world is ending.

41. …because the world is saved. | A Kiss for a Savior (Taichi/Koushiro) 42. …out of pride. | A Prideful Kiss (Sevika/Mel) 43. …out of greed. 44. …out of lust. | Earn it (Sypha/Greta) 45. …out of anger. | "Be a Good Boy" (Hector/Lenore) 46. …out of envy or jealousy. | His Queen (Ilic/Sayan) 47. …out of spite. | Her Pet (Hector/Lenore) 48. …out of habit. | Mourning Routine (Sypha/Greta) | No Guarantee (Taichi/Koushiro) 49. …out of necessity. | Fate (Striga/Morana) 50. …out of love. | Old Age (Sypha/Greta) | Early Morning Confessions (Jayce/Viktor)

As for shippings you can send in with a number:

Castlevania: Trevor x Sypha x Alucard x Greta (or Trevor x Sypha x Alucard, Trevor x Sypha, Trevor x Alucard, Alucard x Sypha, Sypha x Greta, Trevor x Greta), Hector x Isaac, Striga x Morana, Dracula x Lisa, Hector x Lenore

Arcane - League of Legends: Caitlyn x Vi, Viktor x Jayce, Jayce x Ekko, Sevika x Mel, Viktor x Jayce x Mel (x Sevika)

League of Legends: Diana x Leona, Aphelios x Sett, Malcolm Graves x Twisted Fate, Ahri x Yasuo, Illaoi x Sarah Fortune, Seraphine x Senna, Seraphine x Scratch, Sarah Fortune x Caitlyn x Vi

Digimon Adventure/02: Taichi x Koushiro, Daisuke x Ken, Miyako x Mimi

Miscs: Edgin x Xenk (DnD Honor Among Thieves), Nadine x Chloe (Uncharted), Sayan x Ilic (Plaything - The Grandduke's Boytoy), Luz x Amity (The Owl House), Eda x Raine (The Owl House), Mabel x Pacifica (Gravity Falls), Meg x Than x Zag (Hades)

[oodlyenough]

fic: thermodynamics

“You should take these.” Viktor barely had time to appreciate the golden hammer insignia on the cuff before Jayce was pressing the mittens toward him.

~1.5k of wintery act 1 Jayvik fluff for @yourlegaldrug! Happy new year Murray ☃️

It was well past the Academy’s operating hours when Viktor and Jayce finally pried themselves away from their lab to head home. Even as they did, work followed them in conversation, the chalkdust and blueprints traded for inspired gesticulating and voices that rose in excitement a little louder than was polite for this late at night. Jayce’s mother once joked that neither of them would notice the apocalypse happening outside.

But Hextech never stopped; it buzzed between them through the Academy hallways, down its arduous staircases to the fork in the boulevard that separated Viktor’s apartment building from Jayce’s family home. Even after they bid goodnight, it would follow Viktor home, keep him company through the night until he met Jayce again the next morning, bursting with new ideas.

Viktor loved every minute of it. Sleepless nights and skipped meals and the stretches where the sun rose and fell all before they’d ever left the lab were nothing compared to the thrill of discovery, the sheer joy of having met a challenge equal to him, the rush of finally—finally—doing work that mattered. That he got to do it all with someone like Jayce Talis was a stroke of good fortune even someone as mathematically inclined as Viktor couldn’t quantify. The few months since they’d met had been the best of Viktor’s life by an embarrassingly wide margin. Most of the time, he was even too busy being happy to worry about when it might end.

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[tinymoonrider]

Out of Time

Summary: You are a barista at a local coffee shop just trying to get by. Hopefully things get better for you soon.   Warnings: Blood, graphic depictions of death, yandere, creepy, break in, weird notes/letters, obsession, toxic love, unrealistic love The main character is gender neutral. A/N: I recommend listening to Private Eyes by Daryl Hall and John Oates while reading this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aQKmbtp6Pc

--

I'm finally home. I toss my apron on the bed and get ready for a shower. A text notification alerts me just as I'm about to play some music to de-stress.

Lynn: "Hey! You off work yet? Have a fav. to ask of you!"

Me: "Yeah, I just got off. What's up?" As I wait for her reply, I go to the kitchen looking for something to eat for dinner.

"So you know that cute guy from my comp-sci class??"

I don't need to finish reading her message to know who she's talking about. In Lynn's Computer Science class, a guy named Jayce switched into her class. From what I heard, a couple of days after he switched in, they had to do a group project together. Lynn was pretty excited as she mentioned that they, in her eyes, had really hit it off.

"Of course, what's up?"

"Well, we're going out!" I smile.

"I'm very happy for you Lynn!" I head back to my room, plopping on my bed.

"Thanks! :) I'm so excited. Our first date is going to be tomorrow!" After a couple of back and forth messages, Lynn says goodnight, allowing me to go back to my original objective.

--

My speaker fights the hiss of the water against the tiled floors. I sigh, warm water massaged and dragged away the grime of the day. I stand under the water for a couple minutes longer, wanting to enjoy the stillness of the moment.

The song I'm listening to as I finish up my shower, cuts out just as it gets to my favorite part. At first I thought it was just my speaker dying on me. I turn off the water, the cool air nipping at my wet skin, I go to inspect my speaker. Tapping it against my palm, the music starts to play again. I smile and start to change into something more comfortable. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song, I mouth along the lyrics as I get changed. Just as the chorus was about to start, I prepared to belt it out, only for it to cut to static.

What the–

A loud crash comes from downstairs. I jump, grabbing my phone, I immediately dial the police. After ringing a couple of times, I'm only met with the harsh dial tone and the automated voice message telling me to try again. I tried a couple more times before I gave up and decided to head into my room. Quickly, locking the door, I look for my pepper spray in my bag and the knife beside my bed.

Preparing myself mentally, I head downstairs to make a run for the police station. I tip toe out of my room, navigating my way towards the living room and in the direction of the front door. In the kitchen I noticed that the lights were on, the curtains blowing gently against the wind. I thought I was more than sure that the window was closed. None the less, I opt for continuing with my original plan.

I head towards my front door and turn off the security alarm. Taking a deep breath I get ready for a sprint. Just as I open the door, taking a step outside, my speaker blares loudly from the bathroom. I scream.

Crap!

I whip out my weapons and brace for an impact. The pepper spray canister shields my face while my knife is held firmly between my fingers. The black blade, point side down, ready to stab and slash at my attacker. I hear another loud crash from the kitchen, I scream again, my knife waving frantically through the air. I press down on the button on the top of my pepper spray but nothing happens. After what feels like years, I calm down and open my eyes. I search the area around me. No signs of an intruder. Making sure to unlock the tab on my pepper spray, I ready myself to go into the kitchen.

Quietly, I charged into the kitchen, blood coursing through my veins. I felt like I was ready for anything. Upon walking in, I don't see anyone. I stand alone in my kitchen, frantic and clammy, feeling stupid. On the floor, however, two rocks sit in front of me, glass like confetti on the floor. I take a deep breath, desperate to compose myself before continuing on to search the rest of the house. Once safe, I take a picture of the mess and clean up the glass and rocks. It’s only then, that I notice the lyrics to the song, the song that looped on my speaker since it came back to life. Echoing throughout the house,

“‘Private eyes

They’re watching you

They see your every move’”

I ran upstairs to turn off the unsettling music.

“‘They’re watching you watching

You watching you watching you.’”

--

I do another round through the house and head back to my room. Locking my door, I look for my phone and try to take deep breaths. Once found, I text Lynn about what happened.

Inevitably, because of course, the messages don’t go through. An error notification in its place. I curse.

What do I do now?

Sitting on my bed I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Leaning back, I hear a small crinkle of paper being crushed under my weight. Confused I got up and looked underneath where I had sat. There was a slightly crushed envelope with my name scrawled in black ink. A poor imitation of crude cursive, barely making it legible to read.

I take my knife and slide the blade under the top flap, carefully running it along the fold, I take the note inside and read it.

“Hello Doll,

I hope you’re having a great day. You looked especially ravishing today. I know customers can be particularly frustrating… to say the least. But, you made it and I am so, so very proud of you, Doll. Now, try to get some rest.

Love,J”

I crumple up the note and throw it out, unsure of what to make of it and how it got into the house in the first place. I lay down on the bed, my back facing my closet. I close my eyes, trying to get some rest for the challenging day ahead of me.

--

At work, I search my locker for a spare apron.

I can’t believe I lost another one!

After five minutes of searching in vain, I go into the back and grab one of the extras, as well as a new name tag. Grabbing a marker I neatly print my name and pin it to my chest.

At work, I fight to survive the lull and rush of the day until my hour break. While dealing with customers, I try not to yell, fight, or maim any of them from my side of the counter. I wait for my coworker, Elijah, to come back from his lunch break. Speaking of, he walks in, taking his time to get back behind the counter and to clock back in.

“Hey, sorry. You can go now.” The stench of smoke wafts to me, the smell of smoke clings to his clothes. I can’t stop myself from cringing. I mumble out a thanks and head over to a computer. “Say… I was wondering if you wanted to… I don’t know… Go out sometime? Grab some dinner… maybe catch a show?” He flashes me a grin as he leans against the counter. His crooked yellow teeth clash against… well… everything about him. Politely, I decline.

“Whatever, you’re ugly anyway.” Elijah turns away from me, messing around with some of the cups.

--

I peak at the time on my phone. About two more minutes until I have to go back inside.

Fucking kill me.

Groaning, I get my things together and ready myself to go back inside. Just as my alarm goes off I walk towards the back entrance. A man sprints out from the back doors, knocking me over on his way out. Shocked, I called out for him.

“Hey! What the

hell?”

He doesn’t stop. I watched as he crossed the street, effectively disappearing from my sight. Getting up, I brush myself off and look for Elijah.

“Hey Elijah? Who was that?” Upon walking in, I see him sprawled out on the floor. His legs bent backward and twisted. Feet forced into an unnatural position. His arms were twisted and cuffed behind him. His face was bloodied and bruised. Eyes leaking blood, lips covered in cuts and gagged, blood pooling around his body.

I scream and run out to the front. I scream for someone to call an ambulance while I grab a first aid kit only to find the place completely evacuated. I rush back to my coworker and I call the ambulance while I do my best to patch him up.

While the ambulance takes him to the hospital I talk to the police. They give me a report of his condition: Forty stab wounds, three minor cuts. There were no in person witnesses and the only one who could account for any suspects was me. The security footage was cut a couple of minutes after I had left and went back online as soon as the suspect had left the building. It only caught the backside of his all black outfit.

Elijah died on the way to the hospital.

--

I was allowed three days off, after a bit of negotiation, to collect myself. That day I got home from the police station, I curled up into a ball and didn’t move until I was forced to go back to work. I couldn’t stop thinking about that day. What had happened. Had I not gone on my break when I did, I would’ve been dead. Lying in my own blood, fighting for another breath. Fighting to stay away from the light.

Would I have been able to fight against it? Would I have been able to stop the inevitable?

After my break was over, I forced myself back to work. I was told by the police to try and act as though everything was normal and to not talk about what had happened.

--

At work, I was distracted. During my shift I was overworked and tired as others had to fill in his spot until we got another hire. I wasn’t allowed to disclose what had happened to anyone. Word still got out though. I would conduct interviews with different applicants, many of whom would ask about what happened that day. I could never bring myself to describe what I had seen, even if I really wanted to. After a moment of silence, they’d leave unsatisfied. Thinking about that day makes my heart race. I'd break out into a cold sweat and from what others had said, I'd apparently go pale, all color draining from my face.

My manager, Abigail or Abi for short, asks me to start hiring everyone who comes to the interview. Even if they aren’t all that qualified, the cafe needs more workers. “They can be trained. What’s important is that we get someone to cover the shift while we find someone better and

willing

.”

Interview after interview, it seemed as though we wouldn’t get anyone. Those who came in ended up not showing up ever again. A couple of times many of us had hope. The new hire would show up for work that day, only to disappear without a trace during their break sometimes, if they made it through their first day, they wouldn't come back the following one.

Luckily, Lynn’s boyfriend, Jayce, came in, our help wanted a sign one hand, he held it out for me to take. “I’ll take the job.” Before long, he was hired. It was weird having him around working with me. I had only seen him once from a sneaky picture Lynn had taken of him during her class. Sun-kissed skin, short black hair, with warm honey eyes. Even I had to admit, he looked good.

After showing him the basics, he was an official employee of the cafe. Working with him slowly made things easier for me. The different stressors of life were lifted slightly with him at work. He’d do his best to make me smile or laugh. Helping me whenever he could and generally making sure that I was okay throughout the day. He knew just how stressed I was just by looking at me. I really appreciated that about him.

Lynn, who was usually busy with her classes, would come to visit us at least once a week. She was ecstatic that we were working together. “My two favorite people in one place!” She said, the first time she came to visit. “My boyfriend,” she grabbed his arm from over the counter, “and my best friend! What more could I ask for?”

--

It had been a couple of months after Jayce was hired, things had been quite normal around the cafe. Lynn and Jayce’s relationship, however, was anything but.

About six months into their relationship, Lynn seemed off around him. She would soon visit us less and less. When she did visit us, she would be distant with Jayce sometimes out right ignoring him. It was like this until she didn’t talk to him at all.

I wasn’t really sure of what went wrong between the both of them. One day when she came in, she was very noticeably angry with Jayce. Making sure to only ask me questions, having me take her order and hand it to her. He would just glare from across the counter, ignoring her jabs at him. She sat down at the other side of the room on one of the singular sofa chairs. “Can you grab more milk from the back… We’re running low.” I nod and head into the back. Grabbing a couple of cartons of milk, I walked back to the front of the store, where they were having a full blown fight.

I should give them some privacy.

Leaving the milk on the counter near Jayce, I go to the employee locker area and go on my phone. Doing my best to tune out their conversation, I decided to look for my headphones.

--

After about ten minutes, their heated conversation was still going strong. I take a deep breath and look for something else to do. Going into my locker, I find a note taped to the inside of the door. Something that was somehow both sticky, crusty, and slimy smeared all over the page. Smearing some of the words on the note. The substance had even turned yellow in some parts.

“October 10th

Darling,

I find myself in a situation most unpleasant. From the last time we talked, I realized I made a mistake. I know I have lost my temper and I apologize greatly for it. I know seeing your coworker in pain, must've taken a lot out of you, but just know that I did it for you. Your love. Your devotion... But alas, I knew that because of what I did, I didn’t deserve you.

Although it may have seemed like I left you alone, I can assure you, that I’ve always stayed close by. I am your guardian angel after all!

I digress... I know you must be wondering,

‘what do you mean by ‘unpleasant situation?'' ‘How can I help my wonderful guardian?’

Well, my wonderful little angel, you can help me by getting me out of my predicament. You see, after trying to ward off a man, clearly worth no one’s time— especially not

yours

, I had to find myself a cover to blend into society more. To lessen the heat that had been put upon me due to what I had done.

Anyway, continue going to work as usual and I’ll see you

soon

, my Love.

Your’s truly,

Your Guardian Angel”

I crumpled the note into a little ball.

I need to find a new job.

Standing up, I see Jayce standing there in front of me. His eyes fixated on my hands. “Jayce? Everything alright?” His eyes snap to mine, his body uncomfortably still. An unnatural look adorning his features.

“Oh yeah… Yeah, I’m good— um… Lynn and I are going to take a break. Like an indefinite break. I-I guess we just…” He lets out a sigh, “We just weren’t meant to be.” His shoulder drops along with his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Jayce. Is everything going to be okay?” He nods. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day-off to cool down from what happened. Abi, will be here soon anyway. It’s no problem.”

He shakes his head, “I can stick around for the rest of my shift. I might want to take a day off tomorrow though. If that’s alright?”

I nod, “I can talk to Abi.” He gives me a small smile and heads back to the front.

--

Today was my day off for the week. Jayce and Lynn haven’t talked since that day. A couple of months have gone by since then, since I’ve been able to see Lynn. She hasn’t been answering her calls or texts. I figured she needed some time for herself and that maybe her classes have been hitting her harder than usual lately. Possibly needing some time to just focus. I wonder how she’s doing…

As I put on my favorite show and relax, I get a text message from Lynn. She asks for me to come over as quickly as possible. I got ready, grabbed my things and rushed over to her apartment. Once there, I'm out of breath and weakly lifting my hand, I knock on her door only for her to swing it open and drag me inside. Slamming it shut, she locks us in and collapses in her small kitchen. Her eyes darted from left to right, body shivering despite her thick hoodie on. Putting an arm around her, she swatted me away in a panic.

“Hon, you need to calm down. What is going on?” Her eyes were outlined with thick dark circles, her skin a pale white. Her lips, chapped, cemented into a fearful frown. Stuttering to get a couple of words out, she eventually gives up, hobbling to her bedroom. I follow her and help her to sit on her bed. Lynn’s cheeks are sunken in slightly, her cheekbones seem more accentuated than usual. She handed me a couple of envelopes. Many of them were torn into, others, while not many, were still intact.

I read through the letters. Each one was progressively getting worse. It started off as mildly concerning. It described that the sender was more than done with her. That they were upset with the things that she had told the police and threatened to take action against her unless she were to retract her statements. They were upset at something she had done. But, as the letters continued, they went into more and more detail of what they’d do when they “got their hands on her”. I felt sick to my stomach the more I read. At some point I couldn't continue reading. The graphic details describe how this twisted person wanted to kill Lynn. How they wanted to torture her. Make her suffer just as much as Elijah did that day.

Trying my best to stay calm, I gather up the letters, “I’m going to call the police, don’t worry. Just stay put, I’ll check the doors too.” Lynn was too tired to answer. She groaned as she fell back into her bed, eyes closing with a sigh of relief.

I went into the living room and made sure to lock the door. On the call with police, I described what had been happening to Lynn. I described the letters she's been receiving as well as the possibility of needing medical attention. After giving them the address, I thank them and hang up.  "They’ll be here in ten minutes! I’ll cook you some soup while we wait.” Prepping the ingredients I got started on the soup.

As I let the ingredients cook, I went back to Lynn’s room to check up on her. My blood shot to my head. My mouth opened but no sound would come out.

“Such a shame really. She knew too much.” Jayce’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, “Don’t worry, Baby.

I’ll take good care of you.”

[movisual]

This is what i spent my halloween doing

please note: yes there are some gray areas here. should i considered jayce and vi partners if it was only briefly? jinx and ekko used to be friends, should i include that? do vi and caitlyn count as lovers if they never actually kissed? yes. what defines mentor versus partner versus friend? idk. relationships are messy. goodnight.

[iinkymushroom]

JayVik Prompts!

simple concept: i have this list of prompts, and either in the ask box or my twitter replies you quote a number, corresponding to a prompt from the list below, and i will write a short piece based on that:

default will be sfw, but if you want nsfw responses just lmk👀

although i say jayvik, im happy to write any combination of arcane jayce, arcane viktor, jayce giopara, and machine herald viktor, in various configurations of trans and cis

feel free to ask for combinations of numbers!

responses will be on the shorter side, but if it inspires something longer ill start on tumblr and link the rest

feel free to submit your own ideas/prompts!

feel free to steal these for yourself!

Soft Scenarios

1. Watching the sunset

2. Dancing around the kitchen

3. Adopting a pet together

4. Calling just to hear the other's voice

5. Giving each other lazy kisses

6. Taking pictures when the other's not

watching

7. Getting a bath ready for them both

8. Cooking together for date night

9. Having a snowball fight

10. Working late into the night

11. Holding hands in a crowd

12. Kissing each other goodnight

13. Getting caught in the rain

14. Coffee in the morning

Colours

15. Lavender

16. Sage

17. Blue

18. Crimson

19. Yellow

20. Teracotta

21. Pitch

22. Gold

Feelings

23. Fear

24. Anxiety

25. Comfort

26. Want

27. Surprise

28. Joy

29. Anticipation

30. Respect