the topsider and the zaunite
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the language of warmth by chicandcheesy
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
01 Jan 2025
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Jayce blinks. "You want to share the bed?"
"Yes," Viktor says. "It is a simple fix, no?"
Jayce's attention leaps back to the mattress. It's not big enough for two people. Not comfortably. Viktor must know that. He's a genius, after all, and surely even he can do basic spatial calculations. They'd practically have to be on top of each other to fit.
"Yeah, but . . . it's—"
"I am tired, Jayce. The floor is cold. You are being ridiculous."
A storm, one bed, and a certain man lead to some questionable decisions on Jayce's part. He'd planned to stay on his side of the mattress—but the world is too complicated for that.
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waltzing into trouble (and your heart) by chicandcheesy
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
25 Dec 2024
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Viktor huffs. His mouth presses into a flat line. "I do not like being handled, Jayce."
"Noted," Jayce smiles. He steps closer. "But I won't be handling you. I'll be guiding you. There's a difference, V."
Jayce extends a hand: palm open, waiting. Viktor stares at it for a beat too long. Foolish. Frivolous. Pointless. But then Jayce's fingers twitch—just barely, almost imperceptibly—and Viktor feels something in his chest loosen.
He takes it.
Jayce, noticing Viktor's anxiousness at the gala, asks him to dance. And who is Viktor to deny him?
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A lazy smile spreads across Viktor's face. "Jayce," he drawls, his accent thicker than usual. "You came to . . . to rescue me from . . . boredom, yes?"
"Uh." Jayce blinks. "I mean, I guess? You're acting a little weird, V."
Viktor leans closer—too close—bumping their shoulders together. "A little weird?" he parrots, raising his chin to meet Jayce's eyes. "How so? Enlighten me, Talis. Your diagnostics are always . . . thorough."
"Drunk," Jayce deadpans. "You're drunk, Viktor."
At an after-party, Viktor drinks a little too much. Jayce helps him home, not expecting a confession.
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When they finally settle on a tailored midnight-blue ensemble with a pale gold tie, Viktor nods in satisfaction. “This . . ." He trails off, taking an extra moment to admire. "You look good, Jayce.”
Jayce grins. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
"It helps that you clean up remarkably well." Viktor’s focus doesn't stray from Jayce's face. “In fact, your brilliance is almost eclipsed by your aesthetic appeal.”
The compliment catches him off guard. "My what?"
Suddenly, Viktor's fingers brush against Jayce’s lapel. Then—with deliberate slowness—he slides both hands down Jayce’s chest until they find his waist.
Viktor helps Jayce find an outfit for the Distinguished Innovators competition. He gets a little frisky.
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"Viktor, you . . . you told her we were a couple!"
"You are welcome," Viktor says dryly, leaning into his cane with a faint shift of his weight. He looks amused. "Unless, of course, you would prefer I announce our separation now and leave you for the remainder of the evening?"
The thought sends a jolt of panic through Jayce. Before he can stop himself, he blurts, "No! I mean—this is fine. Let's just . . . keep this up. For now."
"For now," Viktor echoes. He studies Jayce for a moment, his golden eyes sharp and unreadable. "Very well. Consider it an arrangement of convenience."
"Exactly," Jayce mutters, still flustered. "Convenience."
Jayce is trying to avoid the women that flirt with him at an after-party. Viktor pretends to be his boyfriend.