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The Thirteenth: Midnight
It suddenly occurred to Viktor that if he went missing,
There would be very little done about it.
Not until the next morn. Not when it was easy to feign Viktor retiring early and could not be disrupted. Not when the house swallowed voices and only mirrored them as faint murmurs in the dark. Not when by sunrise, Viktor would be long gone, into the woods that none knew; into the house that caged and killed his last kin;
Into the cold mercy of a madman.
He could not run.
He could hardly fight back.
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Or,Viktor receives a letter informing him of the death of a distant family member and the inheritance left to him.
Jayce drags their friends along to make sure Viktor doesn't get possessed/killed/bodysnatched in the process of attaining homeownership.
Pt. 2
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⟡⚝⟡ 13 Nights of Frights: a Jayvik Horror fic-a-thon ⟡⚝⟡⛦ 13 Horror + Halloween-themed one-shots ⛦
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14 Jan 2026
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Viktor won’t be thinking clearly. Jayce knows him. He’ll be too distracted by the way Jayce has dressed him, by the hunt, by what Jayce is going to do when he catches him. Their real wedding night, he thinks again, warm all over. He follows his instincts.
Viktor went this way.
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- Part 3 of stalker au
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14 Jan 2026
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Jayce stopped a few respectful feet away from their circle. He held something in his hand. A single, perfect twilight bloom, its petals a deep, velvety purple that seemed to absorb the firelight. It was a rare flower, one that only grew in high, sunny clearings.
He cleared his throat, the sound a low, nervous rumble. “I... My name is Jayce” he began, his voice slightly hoarse. He extended the flower, a tremble in his large, calloused fingers. “And I would be honored… if you would accept this. And… and my courtship.”
Viktor’s mind went blank. He opened his mouth to politely, gently, refuse. To let this magnificent bull down easy so he could find a mate worthy of him. But the words wouldn’t come. All he could see was the earnest hope in Jayce’s eyes, the nervous tremble in the hand holding the flower. This was was insane. He didn't want this. He has always been better off on his own.
But… what if?
What if, for once, he didn’t overthink it? What if he reached out and took the ridiculous, beautiful offering? What if he allowed himself, just for a little while, to feel the warmth of that gaze, to bask in the impossible notion that someone like Jayce could want someone like him?Series
- Part 1 of The Cow Viktor/Bull Jayce Series
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14 Jan 2026
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“Do you trust me?” Viktor asks softly.
Jayce doesn't miss a beat. “With my life, always.”
“Then give me your coat.”
It takes Jayce a few seconds to process the words. “What?”
“Your coat,” Viktor repeats. “I will attend the meeting, and if House Talis needs to be represented, then it will be. By me.”
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23 Sep 2025
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Jayce was used to the lingering stares; to the lust-filled gazes of strangers; to the whispers and shy giggles of passersby.
His face has been plastered on billboards, airships, mugs and posters that advertised his attractiveness in idolised manners to Piltover, and the world beyond its walls. And with fame came the inescapable knowledge of desire painted in the eyes of others; the awareness of hungry smiles being thrown his way; the acceptance of naughty hands and sly touches over his body.
He was familiar with all of it.
What he wasn't used to, however, was of that desire being directed to his partner.
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10 Aug 2025