6 Works by emims
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The blond had come into his life like a ray of sunlight that makes it impossible to keep sleeping. He blinded him with his light, with the way he carried himself.
Kaveh was everything he wasn’t—sentimental, artistic, profoundly altruistic. He was his mirror, a counterpart that had stunned him, surprising him like if he was something worth studying, something to decipher.
Kaveh dragged him out of a void Alhaitham hadn’t even known was there.
A short story about Alhaitham and his feelings.
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There were five or six envelopes tied together with a piece of golden thread, so characteristic of Piltover. He frowned, intrigued by these foreign papers. He didn’t remember seeing them before.
He crouched to pick them up, but his breath caught in his throat when he noticed the seal that marked them. The wax ‘T’ was painfully familiar. And the handwriting… His fingers trembled slightly as he turned them over and saw his own name on the front.
“For Viktor,” it read. Jayce’s handwriting as recognizable as ever.
Or: Abandoned letters, a late confession and a love that had always been there, waiting to be found.
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Jayce let out a soft laugh. "Does it bother you?"
"No, it looks good, but... well, it is uncomfortable to kiss you properly like this."
Viktor's honesty always managed to leave Jayce speechless. The atmosphere shifted slightly, a subtle tension seeping into the lazy comfort of the afternoon.
Jayce cleared his throat. "Well, I'll shave tonight."
"Or I could do it now, if you'd like," Viktor offered, his gaze steady and filled with that confidence that always drove Jayce crazy.
Or: Viktor was going to shave his beard. It was a kind, harmless gesture... Jayce couldn't believe how turned on he was by it.
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- Part 2 of Jayvik - Formulas of Desire
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“I did not realize it was so late,” he said calmly. “Eh... you know, I’m not the biggest fan of parties. I changed and came here to calm my nerves a bit.”
Jayce watched as Viktor stood with the help of his cane, his shirt slightly wrinkled and clinging to his movements, making it impossible not to notice just how good that outfit looked on him. It was impossible not to think about how perfectly Viktor’s waist would fit between his hands, how stunning he’d look gasping his name in that shirt, how breathtakingly beautiful he’d sound while clutching Jayce’s shoulders and—
Well, it wouldn’t hurt if their friends had to wait a little longer.
“Calm your nerves?” the taller man repeated in a lower tone. He stepped closer to Viktor and placed a hand on his waist. “Did it work?”
Viktor met his gaze with a glint of amusement—and something else Jayce could recognize anywhere.
“You could say that. Though I would not mind relaxing a bit more...”
Or: It's Viktor's birthday and he's nowhere to be seen.
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- Part 1 of Jayvik - Formulas of Desire
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Why couldn’t he be fine? His mother had sent him a letter, he should be happy that she even still thought about him.
But this was exactly why he hated receiving anything from her. It had been a while since he'd sent back a letter telling her how he was doing. He felt so guilty. He had been ignoring her for a year now, yet, every three months without missing, she sent him a letter.
He had foolishly hoped that after a while she would stop writing to him, angry about the fact that her son was ignoring her, but no.
He didn’t even read them. He didn’t have the courage.
Or: Kaveh keeps getting letters from his mother and he never answers them, Alhaitham is there to help.
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You couldn’t help but cry but at the same time you were angry because you were right! Of course you were, you always were and always needed to be.
He was going to end up killing himself because of his altruism and you tried to help out! You did… You pathetically did.
But at what cost?
At what pathetic cost had you been right?'"