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    Grace is kind, warm, and generous with his gentle touch. Simon just wishes he could stop hurting him in return. After biting the hand that feeds one too many times, Simon seeks out Rocky to build him some items to keep Grace safe.

    After all, muzzled dogs can't bite.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    It’s a young man, absolutely filthy, his face caked with blood and his clothes torn in places that turn Jayce’s stomach. He blinks back from the light that floods in, and before he can react any further Jayce is on his knees, reaching for the cable ties around his wrists, saying, “It’s okay, you’re safe now, I’ve got you-”

    “Jayce?”

    And Jayce, hand halfway to the pocket knife on his belt, freezes. Takes another look at the man. And whispers, “Viktor?”

     

    Jayce is a crisis interventionist for the Piltover Police Department. One night, while defusing a hostage situation, he discovers one of the hostages is someone he knows.

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    12 Jul 2026

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    “Not to be dramatic, but you scared a couple years off my life.”

    “You are very dramatic.” Viktor tilted his head. “But if you ask me whether I am fine again, I will hit you with my cane.”

    The words were out of his mouth before he’d even had the chance to process, and he nearly froze, not sure what possessed him to say such a thing. He opened his mouth, ready to do damage control, before—

    Jayce barked out a laugh, loud and unrestrained.

    “Yeah, well. Sorry for worrying about my partner.” Even through the faint sarcasm of the statement, the words were suffused with such fond, familiar warmth that Viktor felt his breath catch in his chest.

    Partner?

    Well. That certainly explained the touch. And the warmth in his voice. And the way Viktor leaned toward him instead of away— an innate response. This, at least, made sense now. Viktor had not dared to include this option as one of his preliminary hypotheses.

    They were together. Dating. Whatever the most adequate term would be.

    OR: Viktor gets amnesia, logically concludes he and Jayce are together, and starts running experiments to confirm it. Jayce is whipped. That's the fic.

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    09 Jul 2026

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    “I’m his best friend. He’d have said something,” Jayce insists, helplessly. Desperately.

    Caitlyn snorts. “Like what?” she asks. Then, in a horrible, unfairly accurate parody of Viktor’s accent: “Hey, Jayce, I like to fuck men. Hope you don’t mind, old sport. Pass me the chalk, will you.”

    Jayce is too stunned—and, frankly, traumatised—to bring himself to answer.

    [Or: a report on the impact of a rumour and its observable effects on the behaviours of one J. Talis.]

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    07 Jul 2026

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    “… incinerated my prototypes,” he is saying as Viktor watches him; half-conversational, half-explanatory. “A few times, actually, by now. It’s like cat and mouse: I make them, they incinerate them … I don’t think they ever realised I had any other crystals or they’d definitely incinerate those, too.”

    “Bastards,” Viktor says, seriously.

    Jayce grins up at him again. “Yeah,” he says, “bastards. The whole lot.”

    They look at each other oddly, both blinking. Then Jayce grins again, as though he is in on some sort of great joke that only the two of them are privy to. For the first time in a very long time, Viktor feels very aware of his mask standing between the world an his face. 

    Perhaps the cooling system is clogged again. He feels oddly warm.

    Or: Zaunite shut-in Viktor hides in his lab and behind his mask, until a tipsy Academy drop-out stumbles into his life on a reckless gander into the Undercity. Something blooms.

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    07 Jul 2026

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    God. Me too