I like Chiss a completely normal amount

Sumn sumn washing dishes and doing taxes together

Jayvik having their peaceful cottage-core life with 2 adopted cats when the trouble knocking on their door.

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Thrawn was slowly walking though the ship’s hallway, hoping to find his allies before the assassin that stabbed him had. He was losing blood fast, and was most likley at risk of passing out. Some movment ahead caught his attention. He looked up and saw— no. It couldnt be.

“Thrass…?” he weakly called, careful confusion in his voice. There, only a few meters away, Thrass was standing in the hall, looking at him. He was dressed in a simple burgundy robe that came down to his knees and black pants. It was very similar to what he usually wore when they met at the bistro they liked, all those years ago. Thrawn missed those days, playing games, talking, and laughing over nothing with his brother. Using one hand to steady himself of the wall and the other to hold his wound, Thrawn limped his way to Thrass. The older man just stood there, his face showing no emotion as he watched. Thrawn was only a few steps away from Thrass when his legs gave out and he fell at the other’s feet. He fell with a thoud thud, and blood continuted to leak from the wound in his side. 

“Thrass,” Thrawn managed as his breath came is short rasps. He was getting dizzy, the world around him was spinning and blurry. But that did not matter. All that mattered was the man in front of him. Thrawn looked from his positions on the floor and saw that Thrass was less than an arm’s length away. He reached up with a shaky hand and tried to grab his brother’s leg, but he touched nothing. 

“what?” he mumbled, unsure of what had happened. Did Thrass step away? Was he upset about his death, about everything Thrawn had done?

“I’m sorry. For everything. Please Thrass, don't leave me again.” Tears began to mix with the sweat on Thrawn’s face. He had lost a lot of blood, restraint and control were no longer a concern of his. Trying with all his might, Thrawn looked up again to see Thrass standing above him. The older man then turned and walked away, leaving Thrawn to bleed out in the hall alone.

“Brother?” was the last thing Thrawn said before slipping into unconsciousness. 

In almost an instant, Thrawn awoke in the med bay. Someone next to him began talking, but he couldnt hear them. The events leading up to now came back to him, he remembered the assassin and getting stabbed before he could defeat his advasary. He also remembered seeing Thrass as he was trying to get back to his allies. 

“—apart from that, the mission was a success,” the voice next to him said. Thrawn paused and looked over at the source of the voice. It was Eli, his trusted aide and, as of rather recently, lover. 

“Very well,” Thrawn began, trying to keep his usual aura of composure, “was there anything strange? More people than there should have been?” Eli paused and looked at him.

“No sir, everyone was accounted for and the ship was searched. Why, you see somethin?” 

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, I may not be a medical expert, definitly not one for Chiss, but you did lose a lot of blood. That can cause hallucinations. You were mumbling about something when we found you. Everyone else thought you were talkin about your injury, but you sounded more upset and distressed than the last few times you were this injured.” Thrawn looked down, trying to gather his thoughts. A hallucination made sense, it could be why he was not able to touch anything and why his brother never respond or showed any emotion. But part of him could not shake the feeling that maybe it was Thrass. Maybe he did resent Thrawn for getting him killed. Thrawn sighed as he came to the last thought. He remembered all the comforts Ar’alani had told him after Thrass died, how their hands were all tied and Thrass made his own choice. But were they? Thrass should not have been on that ship, it was Thrawn that should have perished that day. Yet here he was, so far from their home and alive while Thrass’ body decayed in an unfamiliar ship in an unknown location. 

“Are you okay?” Eli asked, fully putting his datapad down. Thrawn nodded.

Thrass followed Thrawn though the ship. It’s not like his brother knew he was there, but it comforted him to see what Thrawn was up to. Though, Thrass wished it was not getting injured so often. Nice to know some things never change. Being a ghost had its benefits, no physical pain and he can go anywhere he wants, but it came with a sense of helplessness. All he could do was stand besides Thrawn and watch as he limped down a long hallway, the comforts and touch Thrass provided were unknown to the other.

“It’s fine, brother,” Thrass whispered, “you have survived worse, and shall survie this. Just keep going.” Thrawn then paused and looked ahead of himself with a confused expression.

“Thrass…?” his voice was weak and strained, his injury must be getting to him. Thrass paused in bewilderment.

“Can you hear me?” he asked, mirroring his brother’s confusion. But if Thrawn could hear him, why was he looking forewards and not at Thrass, who was beside him? Thrawn started to walk forwards with a new sense of determination, but it was taking its toll on his body. Thrass started after him, concern growing.

“Thrawn, what are you doing?” Thrass mumbled as he began to follow the wounded man. The moment Thrass reached his side, Thrawn collapsed, barley able to keep his head from hitting the floor. 

He looked up for a moment, his eyes heavy and unfocused. 

“Thrass,” he said between rapid breaths as he reached his hand forewards. Thrass closed his eyes as he realized what was going on. His brother couldn't see him, not the real him at least, but he was hallucinating. His brother was hallucinating him, which made Thrass feel worse. Thrawn’s distressed voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

“I’m sorry. For everything. Please Thrass, don't leave me again.”

“It’s okay, I’m here. You have nothing to be sorry for, Thrawn. I am not leaving your side.” He placed his hand on Thrawn’s shoulder in a futile attempt to comfort him. It pained Thrass that Thrawn couldnt hear him, or that he couldnt wipe away the younger man’s tears.

“Brother?” Thrawn called before his eyes shut and his head slowly fell to the ground.  

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here,” he whispered, rubbing Thrawn’s back. Thrass sighed.

“I just wish you knew that.” 

Everything Goes As Planned, a JayVik fancomic!

- You can see that Viktor's spine shattered on impact (Hexcore x-ray). He died in the council room (hence Jayce later telling Viktor, "my partner died in this room")

- Despite the fact other people died, including Mrs Kiramman whom Jayce was very close to (she was his patron and he owed her a lot), he only starts crying when he sees Viktor. It's also the moment he starts dissociating (as proven by the back and forth of the action, where we the viewers see events in the present in the council room and in the future in the lab)

- Viktor doesn't have clothes on the top half of his body in the lab because Jayce attempted to revive him on scene, and failed

- The lab is five blocks away. Jayce RAN five entire blocks while carrying dead weight (which is an insane physical feat)

- Jayce didn't save Viktor's life. Jayce literally brought him back from the dead by using the Hexcore.

- Jayce broke Viktor's promise because he would rather have Viktor be alive with him (paraphrasing, "I'm going to leave the council, my place is in the lab, with you") than to respect Viktor's last wish, destroying the Hexcore.

- Jayce studied all of Viktor's research. He doesn't care about the outcome and the toll on Viktor's body (which was literally so changed that Viktor himself replied, "What am I?") as long as it means Viktor is "alive"

That scene illustrates perfectly Singed's character motivations.

"Why would anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? For love."

At that point in time both Heimerdinger and Viktor had warned Jayce about the Hexcore. One was Jayce's mentor and the other his partner.

And yet Jayce rejects their opinions each time if it means saving Viktor. (He continues research on Hextech in the hopes of saving Viktor's life. He refuses to destroy the Hexcore because he wants to bring Viktor back to life.)

I find it super interesting that both of the brilliant Piltover scientists in the show are the ones to reject scientific ethos. And this leads to unspeakable horrors, with the creation of Warwick and the Herald.

Yet funnily enough, both Jayce and Singed get their happy endings. The only thing they wanted was to be reunited with the person they lost. And they did. We see that Orianna is alive at the end of the episode just like Viktor. Viktor's theme only plays when Jayce tells him that "(they are going to) finish this together" indicating that at the very end, the original Viktor came back. It is also indicated visually by his appearance which is that of Viktor from Act 1, Season 1.

(We know that regardless of the existence of Hextech, of whether Jinx bombed the council room or not, Viktor would have died by succumbing to his disease. Much like Orianna. I can't help but think of the very, very dark timeline where a grief-stricken, brilliant Jayce meets Singed.)

but then she realized that it was all sincere, and now ximena is just... happy that her son finally has a friend who understands him. viktor is just as crazy, curious in a childish way and smart as jayce. ximena sees how her boy's eyes light up every time he goes somewhere with viktor, or invites viktor over, or just talks about viktor.

As subtly as he can, his eyes roam over all that (previously covered) skin. There are so many more moles! On his left calf, below his right knee, at the crook of an elbow. Viktor’s shirt dips low enough to show another on his collarbone.

His hair is more tousled than usual, too. It’s fluffy. Everything about him looks so soft and cute, a juxtaposition of his angular frame, sharp cheekbones and chin. It’s such a (welcome) change that Jayce can’t help but keep staring.

Suddenly, an image of Viktor like this, standing in Jayce’s kitchen, comes unbidden into his mind. Perhaps the man is holding a mug of sweet milk, leaning against the counter casually. A secret smile, tugging at his lips. Teasing eyes soft with sleep.

Jayce?” Viktor’s voice brings him back to the present. They’re in the lab. Viktor is only wearing the outfit because a rainstorm had drenched his uniform, which is driving above the space heater in the corner.

They had been discussing something about the gemstones, Jayce thinks. He shakes his head. Puts a casual grin back on his face, trying to ignore how hard his heart is beating. “Sorry Vik, I just spaced out a bit. What’s up?”

The conversation resumes. Viktor turns back to the chalkboard, scribbling out some new equation. But Jayce is distracted. He wonders what just happened. What his reaction to seeing Viktor like this really means.

the parasites in my brain said what if viktor truly died in the explosion? [sorry in advance :’]