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    The hands—the suggestion of hands and fingers in a play of light and shadow—clenched for a moment before going slack again. In the long silence that followed, Jayce tried to get his bearings. They were in a cave, but the entrance was close enough for the moon and stars to cast their pale light inside. He stood slowly, using the wall Viktor sat against to balance without his leg brace. One shuffling step towards the entrance; another. The air was clear and cold, sapping all warmth from his body.

    "We are a tad underdressed for the weather," Viktor said dryly, seeing him shiver.

    Jayce laughed. "We're underdressed for everything except one of Count Azika's famous parties."

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    A post-canon fic of Jayce and Viktor getting to talk... and not talk.

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    23 May 2026

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    The rune chews them up and spits them out.

    Jayce takes Viktor and runs.

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    22 May 2026

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    After a gruesome war finally comes to treaty, it is decided that the King of Piltover will take a bride from Zaun.

    Viktor isn't expecting to be a candidate.

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    22 May 2026

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    Viktor knew how he looked. With his sharp angles and hollowed cheeks and colt-like limbs, he was a serpentine god with all his alabaster beauty.

    The nobles whispered about it. The investors watched Viktor move, fascination warring with discomfort. The Council scoffed at the idea of a Zaunite on their board—until they saw him.

    Exotic. Enthralling. An exquisite thing to be coveted for themselves.

    Viktor had once despised it.

    Despised the way they stared, the way their fascination was always tinged with something possessive, as if he were a rare specimen on display. Loathed the murmurs in the Academy halls, the furtive glances that dogged him everywhere he went.

    Now?

    Now, he used it.

    If they should lust after him, they did so at their own peril.

    Desire was a fundamental human weakness. A distraction. A vulnerability. And if Jayce Talis was to prove useful, then Viktor would use every weakness he had.

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    Or: Councillor Viktor, the fic.

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    21 May 2026

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    It's Fall of 2014 and Ilya Rozanov has cut all ties with Russia. But there's no such thing as a clean break, and leaving isn't as simple as never going back.
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    Basically a very self-indulgent fic about how hard it would be for Ilya to actually move on from the pain of the past and to go no contact with his family in a timeline where Grigori is still alive. Also, Ilya deserves to be known and loved by more people than just Shane and Sveta. Forced/Found Family here we come.
    *Sequel to my canon-divergence fic "To only ever know the cold" (go read that first or this won't make sense!)

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    17 May 2026