R.

Viktor with a claw clip is important to me, you understand. And Jayce’s hair is the right length to get annoying and put it up in that mini bangs ponytail.

An equation is puzzling itself into knots in his mind. A key slowly sliding into a lock, with all the right grooves and edges, simply waiting for Viktor to… crank it.

This made me giggle, loved this.

Oh. He breathes, somehow. There we are.

Actually took my breath away idk what it is its just so soft and so them like yeah thats still us, ugh crying

Jinx worries her bottom lip between her teeth, but stands up straight. She puts a hand on his shoulder. Her voice comes out quiet. “Blisters?” 

Vyktor sighs, but reaches a hand up to squeeze her forearm once. “Bedrock.”

I'm so soft for them I love the idea of Viktor being the one to look after jinx and foster her mind it gets me everytime

I’m terrified.

Be brave. 

Please, be braver than I ever was. 

I am gonna cry full stop 😭

I had never considered poet jayce but I think he's gonna live in my brain rent free forever I love it it fits him so well you did amazing on the poetry

“With you,” Jayce draws a line up Vyktor’s neck with his nose, lips following to another mole on his neck, then up to the shell of his ear. “Prose, metaphors, pretty lines… could never be enough. But fuck, I love trying.”

AHHHHHHH

Also all the poetry in that chapter is so gorgeous you did an amazing job

Omg recovery party at the gay club??? Absolutely iconic

“to living!”

I actually started tearing up at work while I was reading this I love gay joy it gets me everytime but also Viktor thinking about jinx in all timeliness ugh I love them

Jayce looks gorgeous under the strobing blue and purple lights, the rise of his cheekbones catching the neon glow as if magic can exist here in this other unfolding of their lives. In this foreign, straightforward world. If only within the man he’s looking at. If only in his gravitational pull.

Just absolutely gorgeous prose, beautifully written

His blacksmith. His poet. His best friend.

Once again crying in the club

Omg not delicate in the club 😭 I've never considered that song is relation to jayvik and I fear I'll never be able to not think of them when I hear it now

The amount of times I actually physically had to put my phone down during the smut in the club is actually concerning (especially considering I was reading it at work lmao)

It's actually so hard trying to decide who I want to be more in this situation, jayce or Viktor because fuck dude

Oh no not him breaking down in tears now I'm about to cry fuck

The curve of the handwriting sings to him, its song in a key he would recognize anywhere.

Absolutely gorgeous writing right here, what a beautiful metaphor

God the whole last chapter I felt like i was holding my breath it was so unbelievably beautiful thank you for writing this wow

first of all i am SO honored that my fic was read on company time—as you should!! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

all of these quotes/notes have me kicking my feet and cackling omfg you're so kind! thank you!! to hear that the story incited these visceral reactions + emotions is EVERYTHING to me, makes my heart soar *bald eagle screech* thank you, thank you, thank you. ugh. wow. i could cry.

unironically this is me trying to process the overwhelming joy of reading this message: