Saw this on FB months ago and then *my own company* made a post about quiet quitting…and our clients are chewing them out in the comments. It’s glorious.
So here is your reminder that “quiet quitting” is just capitalism’s new way of demonizing employees for wanting a healthy work/life balance.
[Image description: Black text on white background that reads: “The fact that a new term has been made up: Quiet Quitting is really quite funny. This neologism is a term for workers doing precisely what their contract says and no more. This is working exactly your hours, taking exactly your breaks and turning your phone off/refusing to answer calls/texts/emails when not on the clock.
“It’s called Quiet Quitting because apparently doing exactly your job is considered to be a form of leaving your job without actually quitting.
“The actual name for this practice is Working to Rule, and it is an ancient form of direct action from our unionised ancestors. They have coined a new phrase for it because the old one is so hard to criticise; you’re doing what you’re paid to do? Isn’t that what you promised you would do?
“Calling it Quiet Quitting is victim blaming. It paints workers exercising their rights as lazy shirkers trying to bilk money from the kind hearted bosses, who after all have given the workers a job. They’re doing you a favour, and you repay that by doing precisely what you signed an agreement to do? How very dare you!?
“It’s Working to Rule and it’s part of your right ti protest. A right that the monied elite want to take away. Don’t let them.”]
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Prompt (from AO3): Jayce comes back home and thinks it's the same routine of keeping quiet and watching Viktor be with their son, but Viktor speaks suddenly to come inside and he sees Viktor holding his son (maybe breast feeding or just hugging him) and looking downright furious in full Machine Herald attire. Viktor explains how their son was almost kidnapped or used by either his or Jayce's enemies, with Jayce rushing in to check if they're both okay. Jayce and Viktor reconcile in realizing they still love each other and they don't want their son to be torn between them, and that if they are to raise and protect their son from any threats, they'll be together doing it.
Tags: omegaverse, past-mpreg
I leave it a bit more open than the prompt had but that’s because there’s a lot of stuff they need to work through. This is just the first step.
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“Jayce Talis get in here.”
Jayce freezes at his name and Viktor’s clearly angry tone. He knows he shouldn’t spy on Viktor when he visits their pup. Knows he has no right to after everything, denying Viktor both his work and child. Every time he does he tells himself it will be the last.
But he can’t help himself. Part of it possible self-torture. Forcing himself to acknowledge what he gave up for Piltover. Maybe to prevent himself for ever making a mistake of that scale again.
He ducks his head as he enters the room. Fully ready to apologize and promise to never do it again. Whatever he needs to do to ensure Viktor doesn’t stop. That Jayce isn’t responsible for his pup losing any connection to the omega who carried him.
“I’m sorry,” he says, glancing up at Viktor.
He isn’t surprised by the glare he is met with. However the fact Viktor is fully armed is surprising. Jayce expecting to see Viktor holding their child and not the Machine Herald.
Their son doesn’t seem bothered being held in fully metal arms. Small hands clinging into the gaps of Viktor’s chest-plate and glancing between his two parents as if in disbelief they are both in the room at the same time. Something that hasn’t happened since probably before he could even form memories.
At least Viktor doesn’t have the Herald’s faceplate on. It resting on his head, a dark sticky fluid visible on the skin beneath it. Forcing Jayce to suddenly notice all the other signs of injury on Viktor. The dents in his armor and dark circles under his eyes.
“What happened?”
“What was always bound to happen with the rate you make enemies these days,” Viktor says. “One of them thought to target our son and found your security sorely lacking.”
Jayce had known there were holes in his security. Had left them be so Viktor would be able to easily slip in to see his child. Never once did he think about who else could take advantage of them.
“Or perhaps you had intended for them to take him?” Viktor continues the golden iris in his now black eyes sharp. “Use our son as bait?”
“I would never.” Jayce can’t believe Viktor would even suggest he might be capable of such a thing. Despite everything he had always put their child first.
“I Know,” Viktor says and a little of the tension in his stance fades.
“Where are they?” Jayce will make sure they are never a threat to his or any other child again.
“Dealt with,” Viktor says and his expression tells Jayce he doesn’t want to ask any more.
“Good.” They don’t need to worry about them trying to take their son again then. Even if Jayce acknowledges it means he will have to fill the holes in his security before any other group think to harm his son to get to him.
He will have to find another opportunity to allow Viktor to see their son. Perhaps at Jayce’s home – tell his staff not to raise the alarm if it is his supposed greatest foe breaking in.
Viktor twists his head to consider him and the better lighting it puts him in lets Jayce to better see the dark liquid on his forehead and the cracks in the Machine Herald mask deep enough to cut the skin underneath.
“How badly are your injured?” Jayce asks, finding a clean rag on his work bench.
“Nothing I won’t recover from,” Viktor says, taking a step back when Jayce goes to approach. Holding their son tighter as he eyes the rag off like it may do either of them harm.
“Viktor you’re bleeding.” Maybe he hadn’t noticed from the adrenaline of what happened. But Jayce could not just let him leave with a possibly open head wound. And not just because Viktor had gotten it defending their son.
“How do you even know it is blood?”
“Leaking oil then.” Jayce doesn’t have time for the games where they pretend Viktor isn’t human anymore. Where they pretend he carved out his metaphorical heart as well as his literal one. “Just let me have a look to make sure it isn’t anything serious.”
Viktor’s eyes are doubtful and Jayce wonders if he will have to beg the mother of his child to let him make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.
He realizes he would beg as well if it is what was needed for Viktor to let him care for him this once.
“If you must,” Viktor says.
“I do.” Jayce has to know that Viktor will be okay.
He keeps his hands visible while approaching. Clear that he means no threat despite having never wanted to hurt Viktor.
Jayce has to reach up to gently dab at the fluid sticking to Viktor’s forehead. The Machine Herald armor making his former mate taller than him.
Viktor winces slightly but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even meet Jayce’s eyes, just watches their son in his arms.
“I need to get some water,” Jayce says because the fluid, that he is fairly sure is blood, is somewhat dried. “Wait here.”
He keeps an ear out as he goes to the small bathroom connected to the lab, half expecting to hear Viktor slip out while he is not in the room.
The room seems silent while he wets the rag and he finds Viktor still sitting in the lab-chair when he returns. Their son now sitting in his lap and the Machine Herald mask sitting on the work bench next to Viktor. His former mate and partner’s full face exposed to Jayce for the first time in years.
“You didn’t leave.”
“You would have no doubt hunted me down if I had,” Viktor says, his gaze still not leaving his son.
“I never forced you to stay when you didn’t want to,” Jayce says, going over to gentle start cleaning Viktor’s forehead again, examining the damage as he does.
The source of the blood appears to be a cut just above Viktor’s hairline. But the blood all appears dry so hopefully it should be fine with just time to heal.
Jayce would feel more comfortable with that assessment if Viktor would stay the night just in case.
He knows he has little hope of talking Viktor around to that. He has already pushed his luck to have Viktor stay as long as he has.
“No. You just sent me away when you no longer had use of me,” Viktor says and as unfair of an assessment of the events that left them separated that it is it still hurts worse than any physical blow Jayce has been dealt in his life.
“I didn’t want to. My hand was forced.” By the Council. By Viktor. By Zaun rapidly descending into a violent chaos that felt like it would spill over the river at any moment.
But it was Jayce who made the final call.
“If I could go back and change it I would.” Jayce would have never taken Viktor’s work or allowed him to go into exile. Would never have forced him to give up their child.
“We cannot go back,” Viktor says, finally looking at Jayce. Not that Jayce can read the new black and gold eyes like he could Viktor’s old honey ones.
“But maybe we can do better going forward?” Maybe Viktor won’t have to sneak in to see his pup. And maybe they can work together to ensure nobody threatens their pup again.
“Don’t give me false promises you have no intention to keep,” Viktor says, looking suddenly as tired as he had been those weeks leading up to the end.
“It’s not false. I want to be by your side again.” However Viktor would have him.
“And what about the others? I doubt Piltover will have me back with open arms.”
“We can work it out,” Jayce says, reaching down to run a hand down their son’s cheek when the boy reaches up to them both. The first time he’s been able to have them both with him at the same time in too long. “He misses you when you’re not around. We both do.”
“We will never be able to go back to how we were.”
“I know.” Jayce will never be able to undo his betrayal.
“We both have hurt each other too much. And have responsibilities to our people that we cannot turn back on.”
“Right.” As much as Jayce hates it the people of Piltover look to him for protection. And while the Machine Herald is not the protector of Zaun he is turned to by those with no other options.
“But I am tired of sneaking around to see my pup Jayce. And he is safer if we work together and not separately.”
“Where does that leave us?” Jayce asks, watching Viktor’s expression for any sign of hope for them.
“I don’t know,” Viktor says, looking down to their son. “We will have to find out.”
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