Happy FFWF! Ooooh I love this bit from It'll Be Fine a lot:
“But that’s what you do for people you care about,” Jayce reasoned. “You make sacrifices, you do things they want to do even if you won’t necessarily enjoy it.”
“Yes, but not for pain, Jayce!” Viktor suddenly snapped, squeezing Jayce’s hand tight. Jayce started and looked up at him properly, stunned to see the look of both anger and worry on his face. “Inconvenience, yes, annoyance, of course, discomfort, maybe, but never, ever pain, Jayce!”
He quickly reached over and grabbed his cane from the side of the couch, and held it in front of Jayce.
“Would you ask me to go on a run with you, knowing I needed this just to walk?” he asked sharply.
“Wh--No--It’s not the same as your disability though Vik--”
“Can you get through the day without it hurting you?” Viktor snapped.
“I--Well, in the spring and summer, yes--”
“Can you get through all the days without it hurting you?”
“Wh--No, but it’s not--”
“Then it is disabling!” Viktor said, throwing his hands in the air. “This fear of the cold, it may not be a disability but it does hurt you, and disables you from doing your daily life when it is cold. It may not be as all-encompassing, but other than that variable, it is no different than my leg. You would never ask me to run, and I would have never, ever asked you to go to the winter festival, in the freezing cold, if I knew you had almost frozen to death as a child.”
and today y’all get something fun: my korrasami week wip! aka this is just proof i’m actually writing something so if i don’t post it soon y’all can yell at me about it
korrasami faces their biggest challenge yet! Dining Out With Children
Happy FFWF! What's an unpopular opinion you have in your fandom?
Happy FFWF! Thank you so much for asking!
I think right now the least popular opinion I have in fandom is that Felicia is significantly younger than Vander and Silco.
I think people see the Blisters and Bedrock scene and think they’re all the same age, which would put her in her mid-30s based on the timeline. That means that she would be having Vi in her mid-30s, then Powder about five years later.
That’s not how the conversation read to me, or their reactions to it. Personal opinion, that was a younger little sister telling her older brothers that she’s pregnant.
I viewed it as if she was in her 20s in that scene, with the nerves of a young woman not ready at all for motherhood. That would make her the “Isha” of their relationship—a significantly younger sister tapping in two men who with their age difference would have half raised her themselves. And if you look at Arcane as a series of cycles, that makes it all the more impactful for several scenes.
If Felicia was the baby sister Vander essentially helped to raise, that parallels with Jinx giving up after Isha’s death. She shut down. She cut everyone out. Then when she pulled herself out of it, she’d restructured her life around keeping what was left of her family alive (even if she had to die to do it, even helping Piltover).
If Felicia was half little sister and half adoptive daughter like Isha was to Jinx, I can see Vander falling apart when she took on their cause and died for it. He’d feel as if he completely failed the person he helped to raise—the person they’d have carved out The Lanes to help support, even before they got closer to an independent Zaun. Losing a kid can tear relationships apart entirely, no matter how close they are.
Then there’s the moment Silco sees Jinx nearly dead on the bridge—already a parallel to her mother’s death, but if Felicia was that much younger and they watched her grow up, then I feel like that would be even more gutting. And I do like the pain. I also think it would have made the moment that Powder went to Silco after Vander’s death even more staggering for him, because he would have seen and already been protecting Felicia at her age but was blamed for her death.
So while I do like the stories where it’s the Zaun Trio and they’re all young adults together, that’s not where I’ve gone with my Zaun Rebellion prequel story or how I read it when I watched the show. When Vander and Silco were young adults/teens, Felicia would have still been a kid herself. Part of their motivation for their cause, but—as we saw with Isha—no less of an active participant because of it. It’s the warning that Vander gave to Vi about when kids look up to you: “you light a fire, they show up with oil.”
Might be unpopular, but I find it a more layered story myself!
FFWF: what's something you want to see more of in fic, ideally something that makes you go "okay fine, then I'll do it myself"? are you writing or brainstorming any of those rn?
Happy FFWF!
Thanks for your question! It’s a great one!
I don’t think any of the ideas I’m brainstorming rn came from that type of reasoning but there certainly are things I’d love to see more of in the Jayvik fandom. Since the fandom is so big I am sure they probably exist already though, just not widespread enough that I actually saw them that much. I am not planning to write those anytimes soon, but I am not ruling it out.
The first thing is the four adoptive children mentioned by Harry Lloyid. I keep seeing Jayvik bio kids and, as much as those are unbelievably cute, I’d love to see some more sweet non-bio families happening, like we saw with Vander and his kids or with Ekko and Benzo. I’m sure there are actual fics out there though!
The second is more of a subversion of a common trope I’m seeing. There’s a lot of works in my radar where Viktor stays in Zaun and is either raised or works for Silco. Nothing wrong with that but, as much as one can trace parallels between Viktor and Silco, I struggle to imagine young Viktor actually wanting to work for him, I see him as someone more likely to oppose him and join the firelights. And yesterday I was telling a friend of mine “You know who could actually be naive or desperate enough to join him in his youth? Jayce!” Not that Jayce would be ecstatic at the idea, but Viktor is extremely rigid when it comes to his morals and we know he has some lines he’d never cross, at least in his youth. Jayce on the other hand can be pressured into doing pretty much anything if you know which buttons to push.
So I guess I’d like to see something with exiled Jayce being recruited by Silco and either manipulated or threatened into developing Hextech work for him.
For FFWF: any deleted scenes from the Sandbridge verse that you can tell us about? ❤️ (for purely selfish remix sequel motivation reasons 😅)
ACTUALLY, yes! Though I don't know how useful it's going to be for your remix sequel (which I am ardently looking forward to!)
In Chapter 4 of My Three Dads, Tony and Bucky are at a gala in New York with Maria, and Tony gets cornered by Ty, who says some very surprising things and suggests that Tony come over the next day to collect some things he'd left behind.
Tisfan and I actually wrote that scene, but when we got to the editing stage, it just... didn't fit quite right. So we threw in a quick reference to it at the beginning of Chapter 5 and cut it.
But I did actually LIKE the scene. And I'd filed it away in my "clips and cuts" folder. So here you go, the Deleted Scene of the last time Tony ever talks to Ty:
[Fair warning, this is 100% unedited.]
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The neighborhood had gotten nicer; several renovation projects had updated the older shops in the area with brighter, cleaner ones. Tony noticed with amusement that these post-modern stores were catering to an “old fashioned” hipster feel, even though they were much cleaner, with better lighting, than the previous places had been.
The high rise where Tony had once lived was both strange and familiar. He hadn’t thought about this place in years, hadn’t missed it once those first few months of living in Virginia had passed. But everything was so very familiar; he even remembered the dips in the front stairs. The stylised elephant statues had been replaced at some point with elegant stone cranes, but the brass numbers on the front of the building were the same, as was the fading green linoleum tile in the entryway near the rack of mailboxes.
Tony stared around the little entryway like he was seeing ghosts. He was grateful for Bucky’s presence at his back, strong and certain, more grateful than he could ever say. It took an effort of will to walk over to the intercom system and punch in the apartment number. “It’s us,” he said when it crackled to life. “For my stuff.”
“Come on up,” Ty said, cheerfully, buzzing them through the door.
Bucky was looking around with a wary sort of curiosity, and his hand was on the security door when it buzzed. The last few times they’d been in New York City, everyone either had their own home, or rented in a building with a doorman, but he pulled the door open as soon as it clicked and ushered Tony through. “It’s okay, baby,” Bucky said, putting his hand on the small of Tony’s back as they stepped into the building’s aging elevator. “Worst comes to worst, Happy can come back us up.” They’d borrowed Maria’s car while the girls were playing with the oversized dollhouse that Maria kept at her house, just for special granddaughter visits.
(Well, Billie was playing. Olivia was cruising around the table it sat on, and probably occasionally trying to eat the furniture.)
“If he’s even a little bit of an asshole to you,” Tony said, not for the first time, “we’re leaving. I don’t care about any stuff enough to put up with whatever he thinks he can get away with.” He thumbed the floor button on the elevator and leaned into Bucky’s side. “Maybe this was a dumb idea.”
“Could be,” Bucky said, “but we’ve come this far, and I don’t reckon Stone wants t’ be arrested any more than I do. So we’ll try an’ keep the punching to a nice round number, like zero. It’ll be okay. Everyone saw him talkin’ with you last night, big fancy party. People he needs to impress. Your mom’s still got pull with those people -- or has it back, leastways. He’s not gonna waste that on petty revenge.”
“This is Ty we’re talking about,” Tony muttered, but the elevator stuttered to a halt and let out a sad ding as the doors slid open. Tony took a breath. It was going to be okay. They were going to get his stuff, and then leave, and everyone was going to pretend to be polite. For the sake of... something. Right? Right.
Ty had repainted the door to the apartment, added an art-deco style geometric border. Tony knocked, and didn’t let himself fidget.
When the door opened, Tony wasn’t sure what to expect, but Zeke Stane standing there with Tony’s engineering kit in one hand was not it. Not ever, not even a little bit, not even if the moon turned into bleu cheese and crashed into the ocean. “Hey Tony,” he said. “James. Good to see you. We weren’t sure you’d come. Ty… Ty thought if this was too weird for you, you can take your kit and just go, now. Or… you can come inside?”
Ty thought that? Ty had bothered to think about someone else’s comfort? Or maybe that was Zeke projecting, but Zeke had never rated very high on empathy, either.
Why was Zeke Stane in Ty’s apartment, saying we like he and Ty were...
Oh, god.
“You’re together?” he blurted. He pushed past Zeke into the apartment, looking for Ty. “That whole thing last night, that was you trying to stall me so I couldn’t get between Mom and Obie,” he gritted. “Was any of it real?”
“Of course we were trying to stall you,” Ty said. He had a mug of coffee in one hand and was waiting for the machine to pour a second cup. “I can’t… politically it would be a very bad move to end up on my soon-to-be father-in-law’s bad side right now. Your mom handled it. I admit, I was impressed.”
“You’re not a bad sort,” Zeke added, “but I don’t want you as a step-brother, Tony. We had a back-up plan, if we needed one. But Dad has to think I’m doing what he wants. You know how that is, right?”
There were the rest of Tony’s things, in boxes, neatly labeled. “I know, it looks bad,” Ty said. “And this… if things had gone south, we… well, we thought it would be best if you and I could come to some sort of peace. If we were going to end up being family.”
That thought made Tony’s brain stutter to a halt. He turned to look at Bucky. “Yyyeah,” he managed after a moment. “Probably for the best that’s not happening.” Resolutely, he turned to the stack of boxes. “I... appreciate this,” he said, grudgingly.
Bucky was looking back and forth between Zeke and Ty like he was getting whiplash. “How… how did you two even meet? I thought Ty didn’t run with th’ big players, up this way.”
“Rude,” Ty muttered.
“It’s cliche,” Zeke admitted. “We met at Howard’s funeral, few years back. Look, James, gimme a hand with these, yeah? I’ll help you take them down to your car. Bear’s got a few things he wants to say. And then it’ll be done, okay?” He glanced at Tony. “Yeah?”
Childishly, Tony didn’t want to hear anything from Ty. Not a single fucking word. Not even if he was going to actually apologize for once. But they’d come up with the intention of pretending to be polite and nice, and anyway, Ty couldn’t do anything to hurt him, not anymore. He took a breath, blew it out hard. “Yeah,” he said, looking to Bucky for confirmation. “It’ll be okay.” He hoped that came out as a statement and not a question.
There was a threat and a promise on Bucky’s face as he glanced between Ty and then Zeke. It might as well have been written on Bucky’s forehead -- you touch him, and don’t forget who’s with me. Tony had never been on the wrong side of that look. Nonetheless, it was chilling, and a reminder that Bucky could be violent, if the situation called for it. The situation wasn’t going to call for it. Tony had to believe that, or he wasn’t going to get through this.
“I’ll be right back,” Bucky said.
“Stick to the plan, Bear,” Zeke told Ty, seriously. “You can get through this.”
And the two of them grabbed the remainder of Tony’s stuff, aside from the tool kit that was still in Tony’s stunned hands, and headed down the elevator.
Tony tightened his grip on the tool kit. It was real and solid. Something he could hold onto. He lifted his chin and met Ty’s pale gaze. “Go on.”
“You were right to go,” Ty said. He kept his gaze on Tony’s face, even though he looked like he’d really rather be doing anything else. “I’m not… I’m not going to apologize. You wouldn’t believe me and I don’t think it would help either of us. What I did… that goes beyond the ability for an apology to fix. I was wrong. I hurt you. Intentionally, maliciously, and for my own ends. I can’t make up for that.”
Tony nodded, and hoped he didn’t look as poleaxed as he felt. “Yeah, you did. You took away everything that made me who I was. It’s. It’s good to hear you acknowledge it.”
“He was right,” Ty said, jerking his chin in the direction that Bucky had vanished. “I kept telling myself I didn’t mean it, that I’d make it up to you. But it wasn’t an accident. I was careless with your affection and I abused your trust. I used you to quiet my own inadequacy.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. That’s… uh, that’s what I needed to say. I’ll. Let you get on with your life now, and I wish you the best.”
The sun might have turned to blue, outside the wide picture window, and Tony wouldn’t have noticed. The whole world had turned upside down: Ty had apologized, and it even seemed sincere. Tony scrambled after thought, and words. “I... hope you mean that,” he said. “I hope you’re getting better. If you mean it, then I hope you have a good life, and that you’re able to make him happy. Really happy, not...” He was going to start babbling. He clenched his jaw. “Yeah. You know. I’m... I’m just going to go, before I say something stupid.”
He hesitated, though, trying to read Ty’s expression, trying to see the truth of things in those clear blue eyes. He’d never been able to read Ty before, though, and he couldn’t trust the apparent sincerity there now. Tony swallowed. He couldn’t quite forgive Ty, but for whatever it was worth... “Apology accepted.” He walked out the door and waited for it to close behind him before he stopped and leaned against the wall, shaking.
The elevator dinged and two sets of footsteps came out, a rapid patter, and then Bucky was there, one hand on Tony’s arm. “Baby, you--” He broke off and snapped, “no, just you keep right on walkin’. You both done just about enough for one day.”
“Tony,” Zeke said, and Bucky was right there, in Zeke Stane’s face.
“Go. Inside. You don’t get t’ touch him, or apologize or excuse your boyfriend or whatever. You done enough.”
Zeke shrugged and went into the apartment.
“Baby?”
“I’m okay,” Tony said. He reached out and pulled Bucky to him, tucking his face into the curve of Bucky’s neck. “I’m okay,” he repeated, and if it wasn’t quite the truth, it would be, soon. “It’s all done.”
“Bastards,” Bucky spat, glaring at the door. “Come on, come on, honey, let’s get the fuck out of here. God damnit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’ta…” Bucky had his arm around Tony’s shoulders, reaching across himself to take Tony’s hand. Once Bucky had Tony in the elevator, private. “Do I even want to know what he said, or should I just go back and kick his ass for you?”
Tony laced his fingers through Bucky’s, keeping him close. “He apologized, actually. No ass-kicking needed. I’m just kind of... stunned.”
Tugging Tony closer, Bucky kissed his hair and forehead several times, as if reassuring himself that Tony was okay. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, finally. “Doesn’t change anything. He’s a bastard, an’ I’m going to make sure you never, ever have to see him again.” He heaved out a great breath. “Zeke spent th’ whole time we were loadin’ the car tellin’ me how Ty needed to do this. For them. For their relationship. God, what a selfish bastard.”
“They’re well matched, then,” Tony said. “And I have no intention of ever seeing them ever again, not if I don’t have to.” He wrapped his arm around Bucky’s waist as the elevator slowed to a stop. “C’mon, let’s go home. I feel like taking the girls out for ice cream. Wanna see how much of a mess Livvy can make if we let her have her own?”
“Oh, my god, your mother will have a coronary,” Bucky said. “We should definitely do that. Absolutely.”
I saw @joyful-soul-collector was sending valentines day themed asks. And it reminded me a lot of my fic that I wanted to post a snippet as like a Valentine's day treat. Because the word "Partner" in the context of Jayvik is well, yknow. (Somewhere in the distance my beta reader, who shall not be summoned for I too fear god, is yelling at me that "no, they don't 'y'know'", y'know?)
Anyways, the blurb:
Their hands tangle around the rune and Jayce memorizes the feeling of Viktor against him. Whispers partner, partner, partner into the space between. Existence and nihility join at their fingertips and burn outwards in cold and blazing heat. They are ephemeral and eternal, a contradiction of paraconsistence.
Jayce is not so proud to say that he isn't afraid, but with Viktor against him even death feels gentle.
He wishes he had held him like this before.
He wishes for a lot of things, but that above all else.
for ffwf if you so wish: if anything, what are you working on at the moment?
Hello! I am not currently working on anything - I'm in university and I try not to write fics during the semester because I just don't have the time. But I am rotating an idea in my mind to work on someday, probably over the summer - it's a They Keep Killing Suzie 'fix-it' where Suzie doesn't die and is still a prisoner in Torchwood. I'm definitely going to need to think a lot about how Suzie would fit into the rest of the season one plot, but I'm excited about it!
Happy FFWF! What's an unpopular opinion you have in your fandom??
Hi, Happy FFWF! Hmm. I think my unpopular opinions are all about Viktor. Ha. I’ve written some posts about this recently, but I don’t like when he’s portrayed as super feminine (or his waist size deciding his gender identity). I also don’t like Viktor being mean to Jayce and hitting people.
