Rating: Teen
Word Count: ~5.8k
Chapter: 1/1
Featuring: Jayvik acting married even though they're not, Drunk Love Confessions, First Kiss, Cute Banter, Very Mild Angst, Fluff, RomCom Vibes
“Is it such a bad thing?” The words slip out before Viktor can stop them, and maybe glitter champagne wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Huh?” Jayce finally looks at him, stopping in the middle of nervously readjusting his sleeves once again. His gaze is unsure, but so very earnest. No amount of alcohol could soften the stabbing pain in Viktor’s heart now.
“Is it really such a bad thing people keep mistaking us for partners in a… different way?” Viktor is never drinking again, but the words also just flow out too easily. They linger in the space between them, when they should’ve been locked up in Viktor’s chest forever.
“I—”, Jayce swallows, eyes wide and lips parted around the words he just can’t seem to find.
This is a bad idea.
OR: Viktor and Jayce attend Caitlyn's 16th birthday party and, among other things, get roped into a fateful conversation with her distant cousin B. B. Knomonet (played by unpaid and unknowing fanfiction mini guest star bbno$). Combine that with copious amounts of glitter champagne and pent-up feelings, surely nothing unexpected will happen.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~7.5k
Chapter: 1/1
Featuring: Jayvik in an Established Relationship, Very Sappy Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Service Top Jayce, Bottom Trans Viktor, Fluff, So Much Fluff, also slight Dom Viktor/Sub Jayce & Edging/Orgasm Denial (rest of tags on ao3)
Excerpt:
“But you would be unconscious for most, if not all of that? You won’t wake up immediately like you always do.” While Jayce has never refused a new idea Viktor has brought to their bedroom, he can’t quite wrap his head around the appeal of this particular scenario. If Viktor isn’t awake to respond to and enjoy their intimacy, what is the point of it, really?
“I know, but I think I will still be able to feel you, even if just subconsciously. At one point strong enough physical stimulation will wake me eventually”, Viktor pauses to find the words he’s so clearly carefully putting together in his mind. His voice drops to a conspiratory whisper. “But before that I want you to worship my body, until I can feel you in my dreams, Jayce. Will you indulge me?”
buck plays detective, eddie tags along to keep him out of trouble - not very successfully, as they both end up kidnapped while mistaken for feds.
Just a little excerpt from a non-existent fic which is 90% hurt and 10% comfort, warning for graphic violence, having to listen to the love of your life getting tortured while you can't do a thing about it, and saying i love you in all the ways except for actually saying it :-)
"Where is he?" The bigger guy barks at Eddie, pulling with a fist at Eddie's collar so roughly the shirt rips at one of the shoulder seams.
"I told you, we don't know what you're talking about! We're not with the feds, man, we have nothing to do with whatever it is you're doing, we were just-" acting like detectives and getting into way too real trouble, Eddie can't finish.
"Fucking bullshit!" The guy's patience - not that he had a lot to begin with - is clearly running out.
"No, really! It was, like, you know, wrong place, wrong time, we swear," Buck interjects from behind Eddie and he isn't even lying. But it's clearly the wrong thing to say.
"Shut the fuck up!" Another voice from behind Eddie hisses and the next sound is the unmistakable crunch of a fist hitting - and breaking - bone. The punch jostles them both, back to back as they are, and Eddie feels fingers twitching against his as Buck groans and coughs in pain.
"Buck!" Eddie calls before he can stop himself, voice a little too panicked. But he can't, he can't have Buck getting hurt, while not being able to do anything about it. Eddie tries to turn and assess the damage with the little amount of leeway his taped limbs give, but he can barely make Buck's shoulder over his own.
There's the thin sound of blood splattering on the floor as Buck keeps coughing. Eddie only gets a groan in response.
"You know what, I think this is working way better," the guy in front of Eddie says like he just had a suprisingly convenient epiphany.
Eddie wants to ask what he means but he knows immediately when the guy just gives a quick sign to his partner behind Eddie.
"No, no no no, wait, I swear, we don't know anything, man!"
Eddie tries to stop the inevitable, but the next punches hitting Buck come so fast and brutally, that Eddie feels every hit through Buck's body violently jerking against his own.
"Stop! Buck!" They can't, they can't - Buck can't even defend himself and Eddie can barely think with the white hot rage bubbling beside his helpless, blind panic. The words are just coming out of his mouth "Please, please, stop-!"
There's laughter, and then the fist in his shirt again, pulling him forward. The punching stops. God, finally....
"Listen, my partner can do this all night long... But I don't think yours can", he spits the words in Eddie's face. "So, better start talking."
Eddie has to fight the urge to ram his forehead into the guy's nose, but he just grits his teeth, thoughts racing to find the right words, a way out of this. He has to get out, he has to look after Buck, he has to make sure Buck's okay, he has to be.
Before Eddie can find the right thing to say, there's a call from outside the room. Eddie's mind is too jumbled with worry to listen for the words but he doesn't have to.
The guy lets go of his shirt and steps away, hand at the gun in his belt. "You have five minutes - if you still talk bullshit by the time we come back, your boyfriend will leave this room in a plastic bag and you with him."
He shoves Eddie back into his seat and turns to leave, his partner following along. Eddie‘s stomach turns as the other guy comes into view for the first time, taller even than Buck and built like a brick wall, and worst of all, his hands in a set of brass knuckle rings that are dripping with blood - Buck's blood - on the floor with every step.
As soon as they‘re out of the room, Eddie yanks at his restraints, trying again to turn towards Buck. He needs to see, he needs to make sure...
„Buck, Buck... hey, are you okay? Hey...hey, man, say something...“
The restraints are too tight, leaving their fingers the only point of contact, as Buck is hunched over forward, has been since the beating stopped. There‘s no response, no sound, no coughing... no breathing. Eddie manages to get a grip around some of Buck‘s fingers, pulling frantically to get a reaction.
„Buck! Buck, please, wake up, I‘ll get us out of here, but you have to wake up, please...“
For a terrible moment longer there's no response - then a finger twitches weakly against Eddie‘s and Buck stirs, returning to consciousness and being greeted with all the pain his brain had rightfully tried to shut out. Buck chokes again and starts coughing, that movement clearly paining him, too, as it ends in a breathless, wheezing groan.
„It‘s okay, I got you, I got you, Buck...“ Eddie links their fingers together as much as he can, relief washing over him at the feeling Buck squeezing back, no matter how weakly.
There‘s a rustling sound as Buck tips a little backwards, bumping the backs of their heads together softly. His breathing is rattled, every little movement coming with a pained whimper. But Eddie has never been happier to feel his presence.
„I‘m s-so-rry...“ Buck croaks behind him, the words barely making it out. Eddie is so ridiculously happy to hear his voice at all, it takes a moment to register his words.
"What- Buck, what are you talking about...", Eddie squeezes their fingers together again. "This-"
"My... f-fault...you're here...because of me," Buck whispers and Eddie knows the roughness in his voice doesn't just come from his physical pain anymore.
"Buck - no, we're not going there right now," Eddie pushes his head back against Buck's as gently as he can, trying to make it a reassuring touch without hurting him more.
"Hey, remember I told you, I always got your back, right? And that means following along when you get yourself into trouble, so I can save your ass." Eddie tries to sound lighthearted and sure, but this situation is far from any danger they ever willingly walk into on a daily basis. But, Eddie can't bear the thought of Buck beating himself up about something that was Eddie's choice alone.
"Buck, there isn't a universe in which I wouldn't follow you, no matter how dangerous or reckless. I will always be right behind you."
"Eddie, I- ... " Buck's voice breaks off and Eddie feels his head loll to the side, breaking their contact. No, no, no.
"Buck!" Eddie squeezes the fingers in his grip which have gone slack, too. "Buck, no no no, come back, stay awake! Buck!"
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