#viktorye.core

like... okay, commune herald, but he doesn’t connect me to the hivemind. says i'm here for other importance. says he needs me. im a sap, so i will begrudgingly be like "okay if you say so, purple version of my beloved". and then i start seeing and documenting everything that goes on in the commune. he allows this, always a careful eye on me and never lets me stray to far. seeing people i used to walk the streets with become thoughtless zombies with no real desires, i start to go crazy. open space and i start to feel cage. what was this all for? what's the end game? he tells me NOTHING. says not to cloud my mind with worry and to trust him. i say i do, but i don't. he knows i don't, reading my journal during the few hours i allow myself to sleep. then, i start testing him. acting just precarious enough with my life to see if he rushes to my side. in the end, he always does, a displeased look on his face but not all the way there; a show for me. i get more extreme. i find a cliff, not too far up, with running water. it's clearer than it was a year ago. i have my bella swan moment. and out of everyone, he dives in and grabs me himself. it feels like a show, like he doesn't mean it, but he's still here. and in my freezing cold mind, it means something. especially when he doesn’t let me go until i stop shivering.

summary: bruschetta and viktor take edibles and have the best time ever at the aquarium. implied relationship, as well as implied meljay. a blurb that was inspired by this twitter post. 550 words, not proofread thoroughly. enjoy! <3

after buying tickets in a flash sale online for their local aquarium, chetta and viktor separately take edibles. they do not tell each other, assuming they’re on the same page—it’s been talked about before, but they didn’t plan it. jayce is the chauffeur, thankfully, because the edible hits harder than they expect. their masked expressions stretch into giddy, lop-sided smiles. chetta remembers taking a seat in the aquarium underwater tunnel, and looking up and seeing a school of yellow tang and getting sucked into their world. in a world of overwhelming blue, they exist as a burst of sunlight. warmth. chetta turns their head, a quick twitch of a motion, and sees viktor right next to them. his head is looking up, mesmerized by a bigger fish above. after the world’s slowest blink, he found that they’ve wandered off to the kid zone, where you can touch the animals and almost anything on site. viktor is in tow, calm and squinty. they both reach down, touching the slimy back of a stingray. chetta leans in, bumping heads with their partner. viktor giggles—there’s no other way to describe the effortless and higher than normal sound. a delightful sound to chetta’s ears nonetheless. “my edible hit harder than i thought it would,” viktor says quietly so only his partner can hear. “mine too, bubba,” chetta replies, tracing nonsense into the wet sand.

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when jayce picks them up, they both practically collapse in the backseat. they show off what they bought in the gift shop. stupid shot glasses, a fridge magnet, and a frame chetta was drawn to. “what are you going to put in it?” jayce asks, pulling out of the parking lot. chetta pouts, eyebrows furrowing like a kid. their shoulders sag. a typical question shouldn’t have upset them, but it made them feel dumb somehow. “i. . . i don’t know. i just liked how it looked. i—” “we’ll find something,” viktor reassures, patting his partner’s knee. he shoots jayce an icy glare, and gets a playful eyeroll in return. chetta stays laser focused on the frame, the pads of their thumbs stroking the various shells on the side. it feels dumb, suddenly, to have it and not need it. it kills viktor to see his beloved scans the area as jayce drives before his eyes lock on to a building on the other side of the road. “moje muffinko, look!” his hand lifts, and chetta’s gaze follows it, taking a few seconds longer to find what he was pointing at. their eyes widen. “IHOP!” they gasp out. they turn to jayce, “jayce. please. i’ll buy. i need this, or i will pass away.” “you won’t pass—” jayce locks eyes with viktor through the rearview mirror. another icy glare that sends dread into his core. “fine! only because you’re paying! and we’re getting something for mel!” chetta cheers, tucking the picture frame away safely. little did they know, viktor was planning to solve their problem. once they got their orders, and chetta mouth was full and they were smiling, viktor hold up his phone and motions them to swish into sight. the photo is mostly jayce and chetta, mouths happily filled of pancakes, with the bottom corner a slight blur of viktor’s lop-sided smile, but the picture proudly sits on chetta’s vanity.