#soft jayvik is all i want

[oodlyenough]

fic 20 questions

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 127...! I have had the account since 2009, lol.

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 707,519

3. what fandoms do you write for? Generally I only write for one at a time, which is currently Ace Attorney. Not counting the odd one-offs for ask memes over the years, the other big ones were Arcane, Borderlands, Doctor Who and the wizard books.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Commutative Law (Arcane)

Window of Opportunity (Arcane)

Where the Air is Rarefied (HP)

Prestidigitation (Arcane)

Contingency Planning (Arcane)

Lmao, 4 of 5 written in 2022. You can see the power of writing m/m in a popular new fandom VS my entire other library at the time. Admittedly at some point I made a concerted effort to try and knock HP down from top spot, which was successful. For now. Jayvik fandom has quieted down a lot.

5. do you respond to comments? Yes. Sometimes it takes a while because if it's a particularly thoughtful comment I try to give a particularly thoughtful reply, and it can take time to gather my thoughts.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm going to discount oneshots because the tone in one-shots tends to be more consistent throughout the piece rather than being about the "ending" yknow.

So probably King and Country, a Doctor Who fic cowritten with @go-ldy way back when. Technically a happy ending if you factor in immense amounts of off-screen couples therapy lmao. But we had originally written something much simpler and happier, and it didn't fit the story at all, so we went back and wrote something heavier for the closing chapter, which is why it sticks in my mind.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think probably Anachronism, the 95k Borderlands epic. I had always had a rough image of the four main characters happy together by the end, and it was also my swansong in Borderlands fandom, so I wanted it to be an optimistic, happy ending (especially in contrast to whatever the hell is going on in the canon there now lmfaoooo). Plus the rest of the fic was quite angsty, and the ending was hopeful and happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not in recent memory. Once upon a time I got a couple disgruntled comments in Doctor Who fandom, and perhaps funniest of all found people complaining about my fic on LJ in French, unaware I read French.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope I'm a big baby who gets too embarrassed. I've written some pretty soft-focus M rated stuff but nothing I think could rightly be called smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I wrote a short joke crossover between Doctor Who and Inspector Spacetime, the Doctor Who parody from Community. I don't think that one made the leap from Teaspoon to AO3 actually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a number of times. It's very flattering. Mostly Borderlands fics and mostly into Russian iirc, but there's been a few over the years. Sometimes people ask, and I say "sure, drop me a link!" and I never hear back, so I'm not sure if they forgot to link or just never finished translating to begin with.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? My longest and best DW fics with @go-ldy way back when! Not so much since.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I'm gonna be real it always just feels like whatever I'm into at the moment. And, actually, not necessarily something I write fic for -- like Pricefield is an all-timer for me, easy, but I have never written fic and I haven't read all that much either. If I were narrowing to tree, one of "each" lol, probably Doctor/Rose, Pricefield and Narumitsu.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Don't have any. I know I will never finish them (RIP Fixer-Upper and Silly Love Songs) as I've lost interest in those fandoms.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd like to think I am good at packing emotional and/or character beats into a concise scene or story. Adding missing scenes or elaborating on canon scenes to give some additional depth or meaning without really deviating from the source.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Definitely plot. I will get stumped on the technicalities of things for ages -- I might know an emotional scene I'd like to write, but hell if I know how to get them there. It's why I primarily write one-shots. Also I struggle with any kind of scenery or set description.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I avoid it as much as I can. (Which so far has been entirely, lol.) I don't speak any other languages well enough to write dialogue in them and feel awkward relying on Google translate or hitting up random friends to do that work for me. I am more likely to use the "said something in [language]" approach.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I actually can't be sure but I think it was 101 Dalmatians. The animated one. When I was like, 7.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I'm gonna cheat and do one per fandom:

Anachronism (Borderlands) -> biggest, most complicated, plotty fic I have ever written, with four main characters and every combination of relationship between them as the focus. Took 3 damn years. Very proud of it.

Unravel (Ace Attorney) -> total recency bias here but I'm very happy with it and it scratched a very particular itch for me, fleshing out a relationship and characters that exist mostly in the fringes of canon, something I used to do lots of but haven't in recent years

Contingency Planning (Arcane) -> an emotional sucker punch fic in my humble opinion, happiest with it

Out of the Howling (Doctor Who, with @go-ldy) -> actually I had a hard time picking a DW fic. But this was our last together and most complex, so it wins. Also the Master is fun as hell to write.

I am supposed to tag people! I am not sure who else has already been tagged. Do it or don't, I'm not your boss, happy new year 🎊 @annalyticall @heavybreathingcatt @sandboxer @mutxnts @tinsnip @tlonista @themirokai

#fic meme #adventures in fic writing

[findmeinthelake]

Steel (Jayvik Fanfic)

Chapter One: Transformation

Note: This is also posted to my Ao3, which is under the exact same username

Jayce x Viktor (Arcane), tension, angst, Viktor becoming Machine Herald, Machine Herald

"Those stupid words that came out of Jayce's lips... fuck."

“Jayce will understand.”

His previous choice of words still stuck in his head, bouncing off his skull and causing yet another headache. 

Viktor sighed.

Jayce did not understand, yet here Viktor stood- next to his friend whom he loved dearly. Why did he do these things for Jayce when he got nothing in return?

Love. Unconditional love. 

---

“Mel?” Jayce called, coughing and covering his eyes, shielding them from the dust that clouded the room. 

Soft groans came from the rubble, the remnants of the council chambers shifting as those who survived cried out for help.

The Golden Boy dove at the stones, trying to find his lover. He sifted through the pile, looking for any sign of life. 

“Please, Mel…” Jayce whispered, “Please.”

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of falling rocks and the pitter patter of enforcer footsteps. 

Then came the sobs, awful screams of agony. No one could tell if it was a trapped soul, or the one who found their body.

That, right there, was his biggest mistake.

- 

Dark grey rocks crumbled as Viktor tried moving his already weakened limbs. This was going to get nowhere.

He inhaled sharply, holding back coughs of dust to listen in. Faintly, Viktor could hear Jayce calling out. 

His amber eyes lit up as he gained hope, thinking, no, knowing, his partner was looking for him. Viktor could finally smile.

“Mel… please.”

Viktor barely heard the whispers from under the rubble, struggling to free his left arm that had become pinned between two pieces of metal. 

Those stupid words that came out of Jayce’s lips… fuck.

No one was looking for him.

No one cared.

---

The lab was just like how he left it- messy. Good. He knew where everything was left.

Viktor limped over, not wearing the glove that had previously concealed his augmented hand. He dropped his crutch, gathering his supplies.

He frantically scooped up blueprints and materials, shoving them into a bag. Jayce will miss none of this. He thought to himself. 

Jayce never noticed anything anymore.

Viktor sighed, double-checking that he grabbed everything of importance. Yup.

He was good to go.

-

“Home sweet home.” Viktor murmured, walking down the entrance of the cave. He carried his belongings in a heavy bag, straining his shoulder.

“I assume he didn’t.” The Doctor spoke, bandages covering his mouth as he answered the statement from days ago.

Viktor shook his head in disappointment. “He… he did not.” He calmly spoke, setting his bag of stuff down.

Singed had a history with Viktor, as they had met when the young boy stumbled into his lab. They didn’t see entirely eye to eye on things, but, ends could be met.

The older man didn’t have to ask. He eyed Viktor’s altered leg, examining the purple and black skin. “Are you willing to give up valuable things?”

“Like what?” Viktor asked, cocking his head. He had already lost his friend, his lab, and his trust in people.

Flicking a vial, Singed replied with two words. A horrifying trade.

“Your humanity.”

Viktor gave a slow nod, accepting the consequences. 

Singed smiled, glad his old friend was beginning to agree with him. 

“Get rid of all of it. I want it all gone.” Viktor muttered, “Every last part that renders me slower- more of a, how do you put this, risk? Anything you can do, do it.”

The chemist nodded, walking over towards Viktor. “It will take a toll on you. Emotions are what drive the mind, boy.”

Viktor closed his watery eyes, whispering “I don’t want to be human anymore.”

“As you wish.” Singed replied, tracing Viktor’s arm with the needle. He flicked the scientist’s small tricep, squeezing around his arm to find the vein. 

The needle had a cool sensation. Viktor didn’t question what was being injected in him, as he didn’t wish to know the pain he would endure. Yet. All things have a price. His amber eyes got heavy, weighing down on his face. He watched Singed grab a small saw, blinking rapidly as the restraints were tightened.

---

Was it real gold? Or was it fake, just in place to make Piltover, The City of Progress, look exquisite? 

Why is this the shit I ponder? Jayce scolded himself. He could be doing something important- something worthwhile. But no. He sat and stared at the fancy ass door that should’ve been opened over an hour ago.

“Mr. Talis?” A voice called, the sharp steps echoing around the room. 

Jayce perked up, scratching at the side of his face where the cut was. “Yes?” He asked, standing up and turning towards the enforcer. He wiped the small amount of blood off his cheek. The stupid thing kept reopening… constant reminder that he failed.

The enforcer coughed, crumpling the piece of paper. “There is still no sign of Viktor.” She paused, watching the Councilor’s expression turn from hopeful to blank. “He is now presumed dead, most likely caught in the blast of the explosion and, well, vaporized.”

Vaporized.

With a quickened heartbeat, Jayce whimpered. No… that can’t be true. Not Vik… A tear ran down his cheek, running over the small cut. First Mel, now this?

“You’re certain?”

“Yes, sir. Viktor is dead.”

The world froze. Nothing mattered anymore. Years down the drain… Everything was so real now, coming into the limelight and falling onto him. He never got to say goodbye.

Without another word, Jayce headed out the door. Surely there would be some clues in the lab, right? Work Viktor left behind?

-

Jayce opened the door, twisting the familiar key in his hand. He peered in, wide-eyed and half expecting to see his old partner at work on one of their many projects. 

He walked along the lengthy desk, tracing his index finger in the dust, drawing obscure shapes. Maybe if he had paid more attention to Viktor, he would know where to look. 

The hexcore was gone, but even when Vik was… alive… it was gone. Maybe Heimerdinger had it destroyed in secret? 

“We could have done so much together…” Jayce whispered to the nothingness in the room, waiting for a response that wouldn’t come. 

If only you didn’t leave him- and for a girl of all things. Maybe he would have trusted you more. Confided in you. But NO. 

Jayce winced, clawing at his temples and tearing the wound on his upper cheek open. “Go away… please.” He whimpered, staring at the center of the room. He contemplated grabbing the pistol he now carried.

Nothing responded.

He was alone. No one was left to do his work, look after him, let him lean on them- they were all fucking gone because of him. He could’ve done more.

Progress isn’t something that comes to those who don’t strive for it. The future is now, and the past needs to be left behind. The dawn of tomorrow is coming, and Jayce doesn’t want to be left behind.

That is his greatest fear.

---

Nothing.

Viktor grunted, struggling against the restraints. He didn’t say anything- didn’t want to see. His eyes were wide with excitement, but also regret. 

“You’re awake?” Singed spoke, walking over to the boy and grabbing him by the jaw, using a small flashlight to look into his pupils. 

The Inventor nodded, a million thoughts surging through his mind. Did it go well? How far along was he? Is he gone?

Singed undid the restraints, occasionally glancing up at the man he operated on. “It’s just your legs for now.” He paused, undoing the last restraint and pointing at the ground, “Test them out, go on.” 

Viktor furrowed his brows, asking “Why not the other parts-” 

“I need to see how your body reacts to the change. I know you mixed magic and science by carving runes into yourself, and by doing that, you made yourself the one controlled variable we are allowed.” The Chemist explained, blankly stating what he found to be quite obvious. 

Cold. Viktor traced the steel with his fingers, standing up and shaking. It would take him a minute to find his balance, but he could walk. 

He grinned.

The new limbs were quite nice indeed. He paced around the room, flexing the metal limbs. “They’re beautiful.” He whispered, “More, please, doctor.” He asked, sitting on the table once more.

“I cannot pair your nerves with the mechanics- you will never be able to feel anything with your hands again.” Singed muttered, his mask slipping. He almost felt bad for the boy. 

Viktor nodded. “My organs- can you replace them too?”

Singed silently agreed.

Viktor leaned back, closing his eyes as Singed flooded his bloodstream with shimmer. Now would hopefully be the final time.

-

An orange glow tinted the room, only the experiment tubes providing other light. The steady sound of creaking filled the space, water dripping from somewhere above. 

Without a word, Viktor opened his eyes. He moved his limbs, noticing he wasn’t tethered down to the operating table like before.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d wake up.”

Viktor looked towards the Chemist, standing up. “How long has it been?” He asked, blankly stating the question. 

Singed sighed, “Almost one month. Your body took quite the toll.” He explained, finding a mirror for the boy to look into. “The shimmer has a fair share of side effects, which would explain your prolonged sleep.”

The face in the mirror was not one Viktor recognized. His eyes were a milky shade of black, only having his amber pupils to stand out. Cheeks that were once colorless were now replaced with steel. A neck with many unique marks was covered in sections of metal, moving smoothly on itself. 

“I hope you like it.” Singed whispered, watching Viktor touch his new face with metal fingertips.

“I am satisfied.” Viktor replied, a faint smile cracking on his lips. He ran his new hands through his fluffy brown hair, twisting it around his fingers like he used to as a boy. 

Nothing. He felt nothing. 

The Mechanical Man unbuttoned his shirt, looking at his torso. He still had some skin, but his ribcage was guarded by a steel chamber, along with his spine that ran up the back of his head.

Singed explained “I hope you don’t mind the small changes. I had to extend it slightly up the back of your skull after I… altered your brain.”

Viktor felt at the back of his head, hearing only the sound of metal on metal. His brown waves that were previously there were cut, replaced by the steel plating. He still had most of his hair, but the sections near the metal were cut extremely short to account for the surgery.

“It’s only a small section that is hidden.” Viktor replied, shrugging before putting his shirt back on. “Even then, it doesn’t matter.”

“Then it worked.” Singed smirked. “Before, you would have thrown a small fit.” 

The Scientist nodded. “Good. Then I look relatively the same, aside from the sides of my cheeks and eyes?”

Singed coughed, “Yes.” He murmured, handing Viktor a small metal mask. “This is so you aren’t… how should I say this… ostracized? Society won’t like you like this.”

Viktor took the mask, examining it. It was beautifully crafted as a gift for him. “Thank you, Doctor.” He smiled, “But society didn’t like me before, it will be no different now.”

“They will hate you.”

“So be it.” Viktor muttered, attaching the mask to his face. It heavily altered his voice, giving it more of a… robotic feel. “I have things I need from my lab.”

---

Jayce walked down the hallway, doing his nightly walk. 

It was a new routine for him- pace around and think.

He passed the lab twice now. Jayce avoided the door like the disease it was- it had ruined his life once, and he wasn’t going to let it ruin it again. 

CLANK.

A rattling sound came from the lab, followed by a string of angry curse words. 

Jayce stood in front of the door, his hand inches away from the handle. Should he open it? What if it is bad?

His curiosity got the best of him. Jayce twisted the knob, entering the room. His hazel eyes met an orange glow coming from the desk as someone, or something, rummaged through the drawers. 

“Show yourself!” Jayce barked, ordering the thief to step into the light. “I’m armed!” He yelled, holding the weapon at his side.

The stranger walked over, revealing a mask of steel. He stared at Jayce, watching him tremble. 

Jayce shook, eyeing the tufts of brown hair that stuck out into a similar fashion that Viktor’s did. “Vik?” He whispered, lowering the gun. 

“What?” Viktor mumbled, his voice masked by metal. “Did you really th- OW FUCK.” He yelled, holding his side.

Jayce panicked, looking at the gun he just fired. “Oh my god…”

Viktor swatted at Jayce, “Get away from me, traitor!” He grunted, shoving more stuff into his bag with gloved hands.

“They told me you were dead…” Jayce cried, dropping the gun. “I thought I lost you.”

“You have.” Viktor blankly stated, eyeing the ‘Golden Boy’. “Now, leave.”

Jayce shook his head, “No, absolutely- absolutely not!” He yelled, walking rapidly towards Viktor and jumping at his face. 

Trying to shake him off, Viktor grabbed at Jayce. “Get off me, dammit!” 

“What did they do to you?” Jayce yelled, pulling at the mask. “I can help you, Vik, we all can- the city will help you. I am here for-”

Jayce went silent as he fell to the floor, carrying the mask with him. He looked up at his old friend’s face, seeing his altered eyes and the steel on his cheeks and neck. 

“I did this to myself.” Viktor answered, staring at Jayce on the floor, taking off his gloves and revealing his metal limbs. “It’s quite nice, actually.”

“Vik…” Jayce whispered, tearing up as he looked more and more. He stood up, walking over and grabbing Viktor’s steel hands. “We will make this work… it will take time, but we will make it work.”

Viktor watched as Jayce traced his hands. “Stop.” He ordered.

Jayce looked down at him, his brows knitting together. “What?”

“I can no longer feel the sand under my feet. Never again can I feel the warmth and touch of someone’s hand on my own. It means nothing to me.”

Jayce shook his head, unable to believe this was the same person as before. “Vik, I love you. I always have.”

Viktor tilted his head, taking his mask back and sealing the bag he carried. 

“Love is conditional, Jayce.”

#arcane fanfic #arcane #arcane viktor #league of legends #jayce talis #posted on ao3 #fanfic #angst #tension #unresolved romantic tension #jayvik #jayvik fanfic #machine herald #viktor the machine herald #viktor becoming machine herald #findmeinthelake #mlm love #jayce x viktor #viktor x jayce #arcane jayce #tw swearing #tw surgery #jayce has ptsd #sassy viktor

[aerynwrites]

Pretend

Jayvik (Divorce Era)

A/N: had this idea while lying in bed - had to get it out lol. Hope y’all enjoy this angsty drabble.

Word count: 681

Warnings: divorce era Jayvik | hurt/no comfort, angst | Jayce regrets his choices | but there’s nothing he can do | civil conversation b/w machine herald!Viktor and Jayce.

The steady sound of water meeting the rocks several stories below is the loudest thing around Jayce. It’s what he wanted, really.

Quiet.

At least as quiet as you can get between Piltover and Zaun. Despite the sun having set hours ago, fading golden light giving way to cool darkness…life is still moving.

Yet his life feels like it’s at a stand still.

This place is familiar. The smooth stone archway holds too many memories to count - good and bad alike.

He tries to focus on the good - even as the all too familiar footsteps approach from behind.

After all these years, even after all the changes he went through - they both went though…he can still tell it’s him. He doesn’t even have to look to his right to know it’s him.

The Machine Herald. His old partner. His old lover. Viktor.

Jayce doesn’t say anything as the man from his past settles on the ledge beside him, a few feet of distance separating them still. It seems like distance is the only thing they share now.

Most people would call him foolish for leaving his hammer cast aside behind him, the hex crystal removed to lay in his palm instead. The faint blue light rises from between his fingers, and he can’t even find it in him to be awed by the magic anymore.

After all, magic has been his undoing.

“What are you doing here, Viktor?”

The name feels foreign on his tongue, but the syllables roll past his lips flawlessly despite not being used in years. Not since he sent him away.

The name must catch its owner off guard as well, the metal man flinching slightly. Part of Jayce wishes he’d take the mask off, just this once.

As if he hears his thoughts, Viktor does just that, the faint metal clicking the only indication that he moves at all.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The shudder that runs through Jayce is violent, his shoulders shaking visibly as the accented voice he didn’t realize he’d missed so much meets his ears. Unfiltered, not modulated or muffled my metal.

It’s really him.

Finally, Jayce cautions a glance at the man he’s been running from all these years. Finally, looks his greatest mistake in the eyes. Golden eyes that pierce through him.

“I’m…I’m tired, V.” The words come out broken and soft, the old nickname slipping past his lips unintentionally.

But this time Viktor doesn’t flinch. He just watches as the Defender of Tomorrow sags in on himself and he is suddenly cast back decades - to the day he met the man before him.

“Tired of what, Jayce?”

His name, spoken so gently with no trace of the malice he deserves, breaks him. The tears come in a silent torrent and, despite yearning for it, Viktor offers no comfort - just studies him with those piercing eyes.

“Everything.” The word is spoken through tears, and Jayce can’t find it in him to stop. “The council, Hextech, the arcane, being the face of Piltover, fighting you.” He takes a deep breath. “Most of all I’m tired of…of regretting the worst decision I made in my entire life.”

His eyes meet Viktors then, and he can tell when understanding seeps into the other man’s bones.

Neither of them speak for a long time. Jayce’s confession hangs heavy in the air for what feels like hours as the both look over the skyline until Viktor finally speaks.

“I’m tired too.” He finally admits, shrugging his shoulder slightly, the claw above him twitching with the movement. “But you should not dwell on the past, or tire yourself with…regret.” Viktor sighs, twisting the staff in his lap.

“What’s done is done.”

His words are final, leaving no room for response or argument - no room for Jayce to try and fix things like he so desperately wants too.

Instead Jayce turns his eyes back towards the night sky, the light from the city drowning out the stars.

Tomorrow they’ll be enemies again. But for tonight…

Maybe just for tonight, Jayce can pretend they’re not.

#arcane #arcane jayce x arcane viktor #jayce x Viktor #Jayvik #arcane jayce #arcane Viktor

[burningdarkfire]

writing update for june! this one is nice and easy because it is simply Not A Lot. i wrote about 6.5k words total during the month. i was busy and i don’t feel too bad about it, though i should probably try and shift my writing habit to a more sustainable time because “right before bed” gets it done but usually only in tiny snippets

[COMPLETED] we will still be (friends forever), the redacted project that i have been sitting on for a happy few months, 1761 words (total)

i jotted down this idea in december 2021 when my roommate came up with it - started working on it at the end of march - and finally got to deliver the product, which is very satisfying. inventing three OCs just to gossip about my fave characters is extremely fun!

critrole widofjord blood moon AU, +2000 words

i had june as a soft deadline for this fic. that didn’t happened, so now i am free to edit and expand this fic as much as i want, and honestly it’s a lot more fun without the arbitrary pressure i put on myself 🤷‍♂️ the current total word count is about 36k, i am completely certain it will hit 40k, though the final word count remains to be seen

lol jayvik modern retired esports AU, +1800 words

i am so very close to finishing a complete draft of this fic. nearly all the bits are there, and then it’ll just be about cleaning it up nicely!

critrole amnesia wulf sequel, +1400 words

i love writing this but i don’t know what it’s about. vibes only so far. i want some time to sit down with it and figure it out. maybe this month?

[NEW] critrole zerxus exploration, +1000 words

yeah .. we all knew this was going to happen. an exploration of his role as champion and his relationship with asmodeus over the ages

arcane vikvel oneshot, +30 words

literally maybe if i just don’t look at this for a month i’ll come up with a good ending lmao it’s been mildly infuriating. i’m kind of close to just uploading it onto my drafts account and leaving it at that

the other outstanding WIPs i currently have:

critrole modern university AU

critrole modern league AU

critrole/lol crossover

venom symbrock “the body” oneshot

critrole shadowgast “pon farr” oneshot

critrole wizards polycule oneshot

#my posts #writing blogging #writing wrap up

[m-meltdown]

W I P

#GUYS #on my way to contribute to the jayvik fandom #get inspired by one scene from Origin #soft jayvik is all i want #they look so young tho #my art #jayvik #wip #sketch #arcane sketch #viktor #viktor arcane #jayce arcane #Jayce #gin-iro no kami no agito

[caspercryptid]

little mermaid JayVik au

Hi I'm so sorry, I kind of beefed the "little" part, I know too much about mermaid folklore and too little about disney movies. Along the same Vein, TW for.... yknow how mermaids in folklore eat people? Good news. Jayce doesn't. Bad news. Very Brief discussion of that. Hope you like it anyway! ___ Jayce doesn’t know where humans hide their gills.

It’s not the only question he has– or the most important one, not by a long shot– but it’s the one that bugs him the most. Every living creature he’d ever gotten a hold of– except for birds– have gills. Are humans like birds? But he’d never seen a human with wings, either, and that was irritating. He didn’t like fussing with the bodies that sank– his father’d raised him not to play with his food, but also, he didn’t.... Like. Eating people.

He didn’t want to hunt them, he wanted to learn about them. He wanted to collect all the little objects that sank off of their ships, take them apart, understand them. He loved the glass lenses in things, wanted to know how they were made, wanted to know how humans worked their hands, how their soft fingers to make things so delicate. So he worked the forges, even though he really didn’t need to. He stuck to hunting fish. They were easier anyway, and tasted better, in his opinion. Plus it did something unpleasant to his gut, hurting people. He didn’t care for it.

So maybe this was bound to happen.

It’s the first hunt he’s been near in years– it had been fairly clear fairly young that Jayce had neither the willingness nor the aptitude to hunt so he was kept well away from it. It had made him fairly solitary. He was being humored– he knew that– but he didn’t mind it as long as it mean he could keep to his hobbies. And every once in a while he managed to invent something that made things easier, sometimes weapons, and so his hobby was...tolerated.

It wouldn’t be after this.

Everything happens very fast. There’s a ship over his head– and Jayce usually goes through the ships after they sink, that’s not a good sign, and there’s a pod attacking it. And on it’s other side–

A man hits the water.

And he’s still alive.

He’s not bleeding, not morally wounded, so the pod hasn’t scented him yet. The water above seems to be churning, and the sea is pulling its tides tight– there’s rough weather, the hunt’s distracted, the man is sinking, and he’s–

Jayce realizes with a sick little jolt that the man’s right leg isn’t moving the same as his left, the strange movements humans makes to swim aren’t working, and he’s holding onto a strange stick, and if he gets any deeper, the pod will spot him.

So Jayce moves without thinking.

His tail flicks out behind him– he’s terrified he’ll be spotted, the metallic sheen of his tail catches the light– but in the dark seething water there’s none to reflect, and he surges up through the water to catch the man as he sinks.

Their eyes meet, and the human’s get very very wide, but he doesn’t talk, and Jayce cocks his head, a little, trying to think. He could speak a few human languages, but they didn’t work under– oh. Human language doesn’t work underwater. Even as he’s thinking it, the man seems to gag a little, and he wraps the arm holding the stick around Jayce’s shoulders and points upwards.

Smarter, anyway, to get out of the pod’s way.

Jayce gathers the man into his arms and pulls him up, aiming to hide in the shadow of the ship, even as it rocks from side to side. The man gasps, spits up water.

“Are you alright?” Jayce asks, the words strange and foreign against his ears. He’s out of practice. He pauses, tries to recall another human language, but the man laughs, shaking his head.

“I think that depends on what you’re planning to do with me.” He says. “Are you going to leave me to drown?”

Jayce fumbles for a second for the meaning of drown– die. He’s pretty sure that means die.

“No.” He says. “I’m not. But I don’t think I can save your crew.”

“They pushed me off.” the man says, clinging to Jayce’s shoulders. “As soon as we spotted the– mers.” he pauses. “You’re a fascinating specimen. May I–” he reaches up, and it takes Jayce a second to realize the man is reaching for his ear fins, the red-tipped edges poking through his hair.

“If you want.” Jayce says, a little stunned, but as the man reaches up for him the ship buckles towards them and Jayce has to pull him defensively against his chest. The sea is still rising and falling underneath them, Jayce’s powerful tail not quite keeping on top of the waves. The man wraps his arms tight around Jayce’s neck.

“Can you get me to shore?” He asks, voice tight.

“I– think so.” Jayce says. “It’s–” he realizes he doesn’t know the distance in human measurements, and sighs. “–I can get you there. But we’ll have to go under, so we won’t be able to talk.”

“I can’t hold my breath very long, I have weak lungs.”

Jayce pauses, trying to translate.

“–Cant you just switch to your gills?” he asks.

There’s a long silence, and the man pulls back. “Did you think humans had gills?” he asks, voice strained.

“You don’t?”

“Wait, you knew the word lungs, which implies that you’re aware of the existence of–”

The ship rocks again, and the man makes a frustrated noise. “We are going to talk more later.” He says, like a promise. “I need to breathe above the surface. You need to resurface every minute if you don’t keep my head above water. Can you keep my head above water?”

“We’ll have to go through the waves.” Jayce says, equally frustrated from being distracted from human biology.

“That’s fine.” he says, and then–

“Viktor.”

Jayce gives him a fanged grin. “Jayce.” he says.

Viktor looks distracted for a second, long enough that Jayce cocks his head, trying to figure out what that expression is. Viktor shakes himself out of it.

“They say mermaids are beautiful,” he says. “But you’re really. Exquisite. Do all mermaids possess matching metallic coloration on their tails and ears? The gold is incredible. Your eyes and your tail– and the red accents on your ear fins. Is there red in your tail, too? What color are your par–”

Viktor gets a faceful of water as the ship rocks again, and Jayce winces. He’d been distracted too– the man’s hair looks soft where it’s glued to his face, his eyes big and open, his face precisely carved like a figurehead.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “let's move?”

“Yes.” Viktor agrees. “And then you tell me everything.”

“Mutually.” Jayce agrees, pulling him close and taking off for shore.

#jayvik #jayce talis #viktor arcane #mermaid jayce #casper's haunted fic tag

[jayktoralldaylong]

Part of the reason I love JayVik so much is because it's a ship of two introverts coming together to love each other and we barely ever get that kind of representation in media. Making it seem like it's impossible for two not-very- outgoing people to make a relationship work. Usually it's extrovert, the fun partly loving wild one, with the quiet, smart or sweet one. That's not the case with Jayce and Viktor, because they both hate parties. Sincerely, their favourite thing to do together is hide in the lab and do science and talk in a language that only the two of them can understand.

And the fact they're a representation of two different kinds of introverts! Despite having so many similarities like being introverts and each having their own slight form of an inferiority complex, they still have that adorable dynamic of the soft one and the wild one.

Yes, Viktor is the wild one. He's the introvert that will do a lot of crazy shit then look innocent and no one can pin the blame on him. Then Jayce is the introvert that gets all of the blame because of his looks, and that is really sweet to see (not his suffering, the representation). Because there's so much annoying expectation from a conventionally beautiful introvert. People will say things like "you're wasting your talents" or force you into situations that you don't even want to be because they believe all beautiful people should want to showcase themselves like trophies or something, but Jayce would rather showcase his work. His mind. Things like that are what Viktor finds beautiful about Jayce, not just his body and Jayce also adores Viktor's gorgeous mind and it is the most beautiful purest thing.

Because there is no damsel in distress in this story. It's a story of two princes and two knights. Viktor knows when to don his armour to defend Jayce and Jayce knows when to draw his sword to defend Viktor, their balance is incredible, it's equal and they're BOTH pulling their weight. Jayce can do stuff that Viktor can't do, like pretend to be social or tolerate people and get the funding needed for their science. And Viktor can do what Jayce can't do, like calling people out on their bullshit without allowing them to gaslight him. It's the perfect representation of a switch relationship. I just adore these two.

So people should really stop treating Viktor like a weak little kitten. Honestly, he tops this relationship. Jayce is at best a service top. I believe in Top!Viktor supremacy. Though bottom Viktor is also fine. Sometimes he likes to be spoilt.

#jayvik #jayce x viktor #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #arcane #hextech husbands #codependency #boyfriends #jayvic #viktor #jayce talis #i love these two #i love these dorks #i love them #i love their dynamic

[arcanejayvik]

JAYVIK AU TIME! RIVAL STUDENTS!JAYVIK

angsty nerd time (lowkey enemies to lovers?)

jayce and viktor only really notice each other at first for one reason: they take turns scoring highest on the placement test.

viktor doesn't like jayce. he doesn't. jayce is so popular, athletic, has so many friends and still somehow matches his intellect easily. does the other boy even study?

he probably doesn't have the time, with all of the clubs he's a part of and all of the other students tripping over themselves to fall at his feet. pathetic, honestly.

and jayce? jayce doesn't like viktor. he really hasn't talked to him much, but once he got partnered with the other boy for a project and viktor had completed the whole thing by himself without telling jayce. prick.

viktor also seems to hate him. he's not sure why when everyone else seems to want to be his friend, and he can't recall ever having done anything to make the other angry. so viktor's just an asshole to him and only him, for no good reason.

but when viktor isn't talking to him, jayce sees him smile softly at his friends, watches him chew on the eraser at the end of his pencil when he's in the library, lost in thought. his chocolate hair looks so soft and is always messy, probably due to viktor's habit of running his hands through his hair when he's nervous.

he thinks he's kinda cute.

one day, viktor catches him staring. he looks shocked, and then confused, and finally angry. "talis," he says, and it almost sounds like a sneer.

"viktor." jayce pulls out a chair and sits across from him.

"didn't expect to see you here. finally decided to take your studies seriously for once?"

jayce goes to the library often, but he supposes with the way that viktor tends to get lost in his work that the other wouldn't notice. "why do you hate me so much?" before he can stop himself, he blurts what is on his mind.

viktor's jaw drops, a little. he shifts uncomfortably. "i don't. hate you, that is."

"you sure? you always seem pissed when i talk to you."

viktor rolls his eyes. "not everyone wants to talk to the golden boy, talis."

jayce clears his throat. "it's jayce. nobody calls me by my last name."

viktor eyes him wearily. "jayce, then. why are you here?" he smirks. "do you need help?"

he doesn't know what possesses him to swallow his pride and lie. "yes, actually. i was hoping you could help me."

viktor's eyebrows raise in surprise, but his expression softens minutely. "what do you need help with?"

so jayce makes up something or another about how he's not sure about a concept in their shared physics class and viktor agrees to tutor him, looking slightly abashed.

"im sorry if i came off the wrong way. i really don't hate you."

jayce beams and watches his ears turn scarlet. "all forgiven."

and so jayce and viktor become tentative friends as they meet more and more regularly for "tutoring" sessions. viktor realizes he got a lot wrong about jayce, and jayce realizes how sweet viktor really is, if a little shy.

then one day, jayce forgets one of his notebooks at their session. viktor doesn't mean to look, but he knocks it off the table before he notices its there and leans down to pick it up--

and there on the open pages are formulas upon formulas of advanced theories far beyond what they have been discussing together.

viktor shoves the book harshly at jayce when he returns it and begins walking briskly off.

"wait, what about our study date?" jayce teases after him and he stops and turns on his heel, hand shaking on his cane.

"i hope you had fun, because we're done," viktor spits out.

"wait--what?" jayce is such a good actor that viktor thinks it's no wonder he fell for it. he looks lost, confused, and that only makes viktor angrier. he has no right to pretend.

"i saw your notes," he says evenly, trying to get him to drop the act.

jayce freezes. winces.

"you should be proud. i really believed you," viktor says, bitterly. "talis, don't ever speak to me again."

at this jayce 's eyes widen and he lurches forward, panicking. viktor sees his motion and cant stop himself from flinching back.

that makes jayce stop again, his eyes looking oddly misty. "viktor, i'm sorry, i--"

"on second thought, don't let it get to your head. i'm just a fool." viktor shakes his head and limps away.

"viktor, wait!" he can't fathom for the life of him why he pauses to hear him out. his heart knows the truth and still betrays him.

"i just wanted to know you. you're so..."

viktor turns around when jayce hesitates and is surprised to see that jayce is blushing.

"...distant from me. i really did think you hated me at first, but then when you said you didn't i panicked and i lied because i wanted to get to know you."

viktor scoffs. "if thats true, why wouldn't you have asked me like a normal person?"

jayce shrugs shyly. "i got carried away because i like you."

and then viktor just starts laughing and jayce turns red. "you really think i'd fall for your antics again?"

and jayce grits his teeth and says, "gods, viktor. you're so fucking smart, but you're so goddamn stupid--" and just pins him against the wall and kisses him fiercely.

viktor seems to give in almost immediately, a small whimper catching in the back of his throat when jayce invades his mouth. his cane clatters against the ground and jayce is careful to support his weight.

when he pulls away, viktor is wide-eyed and flushed, almost disbelieving. jayce closes his eyes and rests their foreheads together. "i said i like you, you stupid idiot."

#jayvik #vikjayce #jayce x viktor #my writing #my post #jayvik fic #jayvik au #student!jayce #student!viktor #idk brain still stuck in academy au #oblivious!viktor #misunderstandings #mild angst #tbc #maybe #academy au

[aevallare]

on the topic of jayce is literally one of the best characters:

PEOPLE DONT GIVE HIM ANY CREDIT FOR BEING SOOO KIND AND RESOURCEFUL AND PASSIONATE,,,like yes ofc hes made mistakes whatever hes a fictional character and also he always does what he thinks is necessary for good?? and hes been forced into really precarious situations that quite frankly DONT allow him to sit and think hard abt what his next step can be and often his gut tells him to just keep on going and try to save people-- not to act at the cost of everyone else-- and thats fucking amazing!!! hes genuienly trying to be a good guy!!!!! and also if he hates viktor a little bit...well yeah no fucking duh hes a little easily misled and he was told the man was /doing unethical human experiments on zaunites/ after they (tragically) broke contact OVER HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION....like yeah no DUH hes gonna think viktor maybe fucked up. anyways i believe in jayce supremacy bc hes really trying his best at a time where he really should be thinking about himself and thats. so admirable

CONT: sorry for the long ask just. as a league enjoyer and an avid league reader and also a long time fan (been around since the beginning of ur fics + read jaycevik Since They Came Out On League) I cannot STAND this jayce slander

wahh! hi! sorry that this took me a second; i needed to be on pc to give this the attention it deserves :angel: i'm so glad you enjoy my work!!!

OKAY. OKAY. you came to the right place. this is a safe place for jayce sympathizers and apologists. i have cultivated a garden, a society, of jayce-lovers, and this sounds like hyperbole but truly i'm only half-joking.

okay. let's get serious. i'll put it under a read-more. sorry in advance, bestie.

i don't think any fictional character is above critical analysis. like actually, i think that's... kind of the whole point? not to be a pretentious douche with an english degree (which i am) about this, but my problem with analysis of jayce's character by people that don't like jayce is that it's performed almost solely through a lens colored by the critic's perception of viktor.

you can't talk about jayce without viktor, and you can't talk about viktor without jayce, which isn't a problem unto itself! they have to have each other to create any kind of satisfying narrative! unfortunately, many arcane fans don't appear to understand that viktor is going to fuck up a lot and that he's going to fuck up bad. to fans of league viktor, this is THE APPEAL. he wants to cut out all emotion, but he's infinitely more pathos-driven than jayce is, even though the tropes played straight would make us think the opposite. the point of this, because it might seem rambly and incoherent (and it likely is both of those things), is that many people who love viktor arcane seem to think he can do no wrong.

and what that means is that it's damn easy to rake jayce over the coals for doing things that, from my perspective, are simply choices made by a man who is doing the best he can with the information he has at his disposal. viktor-lovers look at jayce and call him classist (which. like. dude is middle-class at best. my man apologizes as soon as he fucks up and says something classist on the bridge!), stupid (jayce is prodigal; it's not his fault that he's surrounded by a cast FULL of prodigies!), and ungrateful (because he didn't have a psychic link with viktor and had sex instead of rushing to viktor's bedside without anyone telling him viktor collapsed).

jayce cares so much. he cares about every injustice shown to him. he has an unbelievably soft heart. that's why long-time fans understand just how bad this is going to hurt (affectionate) when talis gets a little more giopara-fied.

arcane does a damn good job showing us that monsters are created by other people. you can't have jayvik unless jayce and viktor end up hating each other a little. jayce and viktor don't become jayce and viktor unless jayce lets viktor fall when his work is stolen, unless viktor makes compounding bad choices in the name of his glorious evolution.

it's opposing ideology wrapped in parallels, a man forced into being a symbol and another man who made himself into one (never mind that that wasn't his intent).

#arcane #arcane jayce #arcane viktor #jayce talis #is this about giopara. is it about talis. who's to say #asks #meta #sorry for rambling lmao i hope this was an appropriate response to your ask on literally ANY LEVEL

[boredompaw]

Jayvik Heacanons but modern AU (have some Caitvi while you're here as well)

Here me out. Jayvik (and some Caitvi) headcanons. But modernize it and make it less sad. I don't feel like being sad.

Also I wrote this at like 2 in the morning in my notes app last night while brushing my teeth so a lot of it is gonna sound like rambling. Don't have time to fix it because a lab report and some tests to study for pray for me.

• Jayce is senior year undergraduate researcher, gonna stick around for a combined 4+1 undergrad/masters kinda deal; double majoring in mechanical engineering and physics

• Viktor's a grad student (BS in physics and a BA in math) working in the same lab, who kind of knew Jayce in passing as one of the //pretty// ones in the lab but being the antisocial little shit he is he doesn't collaborate well with anyone else in the lab and assumed he wouldn't mesh with Jayce either

• Jayce is almost kicked out of uni for his unsanctioned research he was doing as a "side gig" unbeknownst to the professor who runs the lab, God knows how he managed to keep it under wraps for so long

• Jayce gets drunk and unreasonable tries to hang himself in the lab (hello undiagnosed chronic depression and a mess of other mental illness that probably leads to more angst later) but Viktor who was working late, catches him and talks him down

• Oh you're asking why Jayce would go to such desperate measures? Welllll in my head it has something to do with it going on his record, Jayce kind of having some shit grades in school (too smart so he kind of doesn't apply himself deal but he has a silver tongue that he's managed to talk himself into all sorts of positions like this research one), a useless degree without grad school, and general hopelessness that can come with depression. Also crippling student loans hello.

• Viktor is one of Prof. Heimerdinger's TA so he helps to move Jayce's research to the prof's office but he snags Jayce's notes from under Heimerdinger's nose

• Viktor makes the comment about being "egotistical" in reference to Jayce's massive swirly ass signature since it's actually standard practice to sign your notes/notebook for patenting and legal reasons later on if you're successful with your endeavor

• The two gremlins manage to reach a breakthrough with Jayce's confiscated technology so uni just kinda goes with it because they want their name associated with the discovery

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Time skip est. Relationship stuff, some Cait and Vi here

• Oh my god they were roommates but not the only two they stacked in 2 other roomies (ahem hi cait and vi) because rent ain't cheap bitches

• Viktor hates watching sci-fi movies or any action movies bc he can't stop nitpicking the fake science but endures it bc Jayce likes to watch them for the opposite reason he finds the inaccuracies funny

• Viktor is a hazard while driving (it's always the ones you don't expect to be the most aggressive) on the road and Jayce fears for his life every time he gets in Viktor's car. Jayce also has no options because he don't own a car.

• Jayce is the one who cooks in this household, Viktor can apply eyeliner like a god hurrdurr don't ask me about these I just feel it in my core

• Viktor brews moonshine in the cabinet under the bathroom sink that could probably make you go blind. It's for special occasions.

• Jayce and Vi are gym buddies

• Jayce snores pretty damn loud which annoys everyone in the house except for Viktor the local insomniac who can hear it through the walls and finds it kind of comforting as he works into the night in his room

• It's always a dishes war in this house until Cait, the youngest of the bunch, has to go mom mode and make a chore chart to make sure the house stays functional

• Viktor has a soft spot for slow dancing with Jayce

• Jayce and Viktor ended up getting together after Jayce came into the lab one slow Thursday, made too many stupid heat related jokes and dropped a godawful pickup line. It only worked because Viktor said yes out of equal parts frustration towards Jayce and towards the stupid calculations he couldn't figure out how to reduce the heat transfer on his prototype. The rest is history though

• NO VIKTOR IS NOT DYING HERE this is an AU everything is happy and gay it's fine, but Viktor is an amputee. Doesn't stop him from driving crazy though, much to someone's chagrin

• No one here can keep plants alive. No one. Not Cait, not Vi, not Jayce, not Viktor. The succulent death tally is above 15 at this point.

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you know what fuck it here's som Cait and Vi headcanons since they're in the same

household as well

• Caitlyn and Vi are in their junior year of university

• Cait's studying criminal law or forensics I haven't decided yet sorry saying she's a police just kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth

• Caitlyn's a trust fund kid what can I say, but it hasn't gone to her head for the most part

• Vi's pursuing bachelor's in social work (HMmmMMM i wonder how jinx fits in here) but she also coaches boxing and other martial arts on the side for money

• They share the master bed/bath in the house they're renting since they told Jayce and Viktor they'd been in a relationship longer than the two had

• Vi's a sucker for trashy/smutty romance novels and Caitlyn will never stop teasing her about that

#caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi #vi arcane #arcane netflix #arcane #arcane lol #arcane league of legends #arcane headcanon #jayce x viktor #jayvik headcanon #jayvik #viktor #jayce talis #modern au #modern au headcanons #arcane fixation #arcane show

[goddessofroyalty]

Could I prompt you for the story behind Jayce making the incubator? It’s so fascinating for me…

Warnings: mpreg, serious pregnancy complications (Viktor nearly dies), untested science, suicidal thoughts

Both the baby and Viktor come out fine though.

I started this with the scene I did for a reason – I think Viktor would only switch over to the mentality he gets in this after that point (and note his mentality is “just a little longer” not “them before me”).

Now if anyone wants me I’m going to be writing some much nicer Jayvik pregnancy/family stuff to make myself feel less guilty.

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Jayce can’t help but look at Viktor when he hears his partner give a soft gasp.

He watches as Viktor brings a hand to rest on his stomach, his work apparently forgotten about as he shuts his eyes. A smile forming on his face, making Jayce fall in love with him that bit more.

“What’s happening?” Jayce asks, his own work forgotten as he walks over to Viktor.

“I can feel them moving,” Viktor says.

“Really!?” Their child is moving. They’re big enough and aware enough to be exploring the world they have access to. “Can I feel?”

“It’s very soft Jayce, you probably won’t be able to,” Viktor says but he takes Jayce’s hand and rests it on his stomach all the same.

“You’re right – I can’t feel anything.” Nothing but the swell of Viktor’s stomach from where their child is growing inside him.

“It’s good you can though,” Jayce says, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s forehead. “You deserve it seeing you’re the one growing them.”

Viktor hums in non-committal agreement.

“They are alive.” Viktor’s hand comes to rest on his stomach again, rubbing along it as if he’s trying to sooth their child. “We’re going to have a child Jayce.”

“I know.” Jayce wraps his arms around Viktor to hold his partner close. Funny to think that he’s got his whole little family captured in his arms right now. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

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“Your blood pressure is a little up,” the doctor says once he’s done examining Viktor.

“Is that a concern?” Viktor asks before Jayce has the chance to.

“Not at this stage.” Jayce feels relief flood through him at the doctor’s words. “Although we will keep an eye on it.”

That’s fine. They would just make sure nothing happens to cause Viktor stress for the next few months. They can do that.

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“You are looking rather pale Viktor,” Mel says, coming to check on their progress to report back to the Council. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Viktor says but Jayce can see that Mel is right. Viktor does look paler than normal and his cheekbones seem more sunken.

“We can take a break if you need,” Jayce suggests. Mel wouldn’t mind. She understands that their child and Viktor’s health is as important as their work.

“No it is fine. I am fine. A break will not be necessary,” Viktor says, resting his hand over his stomach.

“Are you sure?” Mel asks because Viktor does look like he could do with one.

“Yes I’m sure,” Viktor snaps before sighing. “Sorry – their kicks are getting strong. It is distracting.”

Mel smiles at it.

“They’re already taking after Jayce then I see,” she says. “Can’t let anyone else have your attention. At least you won’t have to ever wonder if they are alive in there.”

“No,” Viktor says with an expression Jayce can’t read. “No I won’t.”

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“Are you sure you are eating enough?” the doctor asks as Viktor stands on the scale in his office. “Now isn’t the time to be worrying about your figure you know.”

“I have been eating exactly as you told me to.” Viktor isn’t lying. Jayce has watched his partner force himself to finish his plate of food despite clearly already full to the point of looking ill.

The doctor seems to contemplate it for a moment.

“Well, I suppose we will just need to keep an eye on it then,” he says. “It’s probably fine.”

The problem is with every ‘probably fine’ Jayce hears he feels less and less sure it will be.

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“Viktor are you okay?”

Jayce immediately turns his attention to Viktor at Sky’s words. A justified reaction he feels considering how much the pregnancy was really starting to take its toll on his partner.

“Of course, just a bit woozy is all,” Viktor says, waving his assistant off. “Really, I’m fi-“

Jayce lunges to catch Viktor as he falls. Gently bringing him to the floor as his partner starts to convulse.

“Get the doctor!” Jayce can apologize for yelling at Sky later. Right now Viktor needs medical attention immediately.

Sky thankfully doesn’t need to be told twice. She leaves the room at a sprint as Jayce bunches his coat up to rest under Viktor’s head as a pillow.

“Come on Vik, don’t do this to me, you gotta’ stay with me already,” Jayce says, feeling hot tears start to fall down his cheeks. He can’t lose Viktor. He just can’t. He needs him too much.

Needs him to find the faults with his logic and call him out when his head is getting too big for his own good and be the only person that Jayce actually feels like he can drop his guard and be himself around.

Now he’s found him Jayce never wants to experience life without him.

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“Jayce?” Viktor says, causing Jayce to bolt up from the chair he had been sitting at his partner’s bedside in. “Why am I in a hospital?”

“You had a seizure,” Jayce explains, resting his hand on Viktor’s chest to prevent him from getting up too quickly. “You gave Sky and I a scare. For a minute we thought- I’m really glad you’re okay Vik.”

Jayce can feel the tears starting to gather in his eyes as Viktor seems to process what happened.

“I’m sorry then,” Viktor says, one of his hands coming to rest on his stomach. “And, ah, are they alright as well?”

“Yes. But, um, well-“ Jayce struggles to find the right words to tell Viktor the news he knows his partner will like even less than he did. “They want us to seriously consider an early delivery.”

“How early?”

“As soon as we’re willing,” Jayce says feeling trapped as he watches the despair come across Viktor’s face.

“No Jayce, we can’t, they won’t survive yet-“

“I know,” Jayce says, catching Viktor’s hands in his own and bending over so he can look him in the eye. “But they’re the reason you had the seizure and the doctors are worried you will have more.”

Plus there’s Viktor’s increasing blood pressure and his decreasing weight. The pregnancy taking a greater and greater toll on him each passing day and Jayce is afraid what will happen if they leave it too long.

“I will be fine,” Viktor says, pushing Jayce’s hands away as he stars at the wall across from him. “There is no need to consider that yet.”

“I, okay.” Jayce doesn’t want to argue about it. Doesn’t want to be advocating for something that will cause their child to die. And the doctors had only said they should consider it. Maybe the seizure was a one off. “You will need to stay in the hospital though so they can monitor you and keep you on the IV.”

“That’s fine,” Viktor says. So unlike what he usually is like – always desperate to get back to their lab and his work. And Jayce doesn’t know how he should feel about it.

“I’ll bring you your notes so you don’t get too bored and I’ll visit whenever I’m not working.” He can probably convince the hospital to bring in a second bed so he can sleep there with Viktor.

“Thank you Jayce,” Viktor says.

“Just take care of yourself okay?” Jayce doesn’t dare say that he couldn’t go on if he didn’t have Viktor by his side. Because Viktor doesn’t need any more stress right now.

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The meeting is going well right up until Sky rushes in her expression stressed. And Jayce just knows it means something has gone wrong.

“What happened?” he asks because Viktor is so much more important than another family wanting their goods to be given priority through the Hexgates.

“He had another seizure,” Sky says.

“Is he okay?” Jayce doesn’t know what he would do if she said Viktor wasn’t.

Probably find the nearest tall building if he’s being completely honest.

“For now,” Sky says and Jayce feels himself slump in relief. “The doctors want to talk to you though.”

“Of course,” Jayce says, turning back to the people he was meeting with. He finds he doesn’t care about keeping them happy and making them money anymore. “I have to go.”

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“Vik-“

“Don’t,” Viktor snaps, sitting up in the hospital bed and furiously scribbling in his notes. “Don’t even say it.”

“Vik come on, I don’t want to be thinking about this either.” Jayce wants to be thinking about what color they should paint their nursery or ordering new clothes for them. Not whether both Viktor and they will survive. “This pregnancy is killing you.”

Viktor snorts like Jayce is being dramatic.

“It is only for a little longer. Only until they can survive outside me,” Viktor says, finally looking up to meet Jayce’s eyes. “I can hold out until then.”

The thing is Jayce doesn’t know if he can.

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Jayce tells Sky about his backup plan. And she agrees immediately.

While she may not be as brilliant as Viktor she is certainly still bright and full of creative solutions. Plus it’s nice to work with a partner, to have someone to bounce ideas off. And Sky cares about Viktor enough that it feels like she’s almost as determined to see this work as Jayce is.

Hextech falls to the side. But that’s fine – Viktor is more important right now. At least Mel understands that Jayce’s priorities are elsewhere and holds off his investors once he promises that he will prioritize it all again when he knows Viktor is safe.

They find references to a man in the Undercity in Viktor’s notes. A doctor and a friend.

So Jayce travels down there. Stands in a murky cave and explains the whole situation and asks the man if he has any suggestions that could make their idea works.

And he puts it all together and doesn’t dare tell Viktor in case it doesn’t pan out. But they have it and everything points to that it might, it should, do as it is intended.

And Jayce hopes Viktor will forgive him if it doesn’t.

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Jayce is there when it happens again.

Viktor is talking him through an equation when suddenly his eyes rolls back and his body convulses.

The doctors come as soon as Jayce calls but there is nothing to do but wait for it to end.

When Viktor doesn’t wake and instead falls into an unresponsive sleep Jayce knows they have borrowed all the time they could.

“Get them out,” he says before the doctors even have to suggest it. Viktor’s cold and clammy hand held in his as if he can help Viktor hold on for the bit longer they need. “Just do it.”

Viktor will forgive him even if the backup doesn’t work. He has to. Because Jayce can’t lose him.

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Viktor wakes and immediately knows something has happened.

He has a feeling he knows what too and tries to push past the feelings of hazy and numb to see if he can feel them. If he can feel the kicks and flutters of movement that tell him they are alive.

“Viktor you’re awake!” Jayce informs him. Although to be fair to his partner he is likely stating it as something he has just realized.

“I am,” Viktor says, opening his eyes to look at Jayce. The mix of emotions in his partner’s eyes tells him all he needs to know. “You did it.”

Jayce pulled the metaphorical plug despite knowing that it was still too early. Knowing that they needed more time to be able to survive on their own.

“I did,” Jayce says and there is relief on his face that Viktor tries not to resent him for. He knew he didn’t look great, that he hadn’t been good. But that was only temporary. He could have held out for a little longer, long enough for them to be okay.

“Do you want to meet them?”

Does he want to see their corpse?

“Sure.” Maybe it will give him some closure to see that they didn’t make it. Maybe there is something about them that would prove that they couldn’t have made it.

“Okay,” Jayce says with a glance across the room to where they likely are before looking back. “You’re going to need to get up sorry.”

“Oh.” Viktor doesn’t understand why they can’t just be brought to him but he doesn’t have the energy to argue.

He winces as he sits up, feeling the stitches in his stomach tug. Jayce is there immediately, letting him lean on him as he gets his crutch and settles his weight between his legs, crutch, and Jayce’s arm.

They cross the room slowly to where an odd contraption is resting on a table is. Metal frame with glass panels on all sides and various tubes feeding into it. When they get closer Viktor sees that their child is inside. Their tiny body connected to the tubs but lungs steadily rising and falling with each breathe.

“I’m sorry you can’t hold them,” Jayce says.

“But they are alright?”

“They’re not completely out of the woods but the doctors are hopeful,” Jayce says and Viktor can hear the slight stress in his voice and can’t help but wonder how close they came to losing them anyway.

“How?” Viktor asks once he trusts his voice. The device isn’t something he had seen or heard about. It feels almost too good to be real.

“I figured if I made something that provided them everything they were getting from you they would be able to make it. So I built this,” Jayce explains. “It’s not perfect and I might have had to give them something to help strengthen their lungs. But it worked.”

Viktor watches Jayce’s eyes dart over the machine and their child, probably looking for any sign of weakness or failure. He relaxes again and Viktor supposes that means all is still well.

“Thank you Jayce,” Viktor says, leaning against his partner. Only Jayce would come up with an impossible sounding solution and actually do it.

“Just focus on resting and getting better,” Jayce says, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s forehead. “They took a lot out of you getting them this far.”

It was worth it though. Worth it to get them far enough along for this to work.

But Viktor will admit it is a relief for his part to be over and his body to be able to heal.

He’ll figure out how exactly Jayce built the thing once he is feeling better.

#Jayvik #mpreg #Arcane mpreg #omegaverse #Arcane omegaverse #tw pregnancy complications #tw pregnancy #Jayce Arcane #Viktor Arcane #anon prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic

[incorrect-jayvik-quotes]

I gave a writer AI (Dreamily) some general guidance and let it write a Jayvik fic:

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Jayce always took care of Viktor.

Ever since they became science partners and started spending more time together at the lab, he noticed that Viktor doesn't really do that himself. He skips meals, goes to bed extremely late (if at all), and just won't care for himself as much. He gets absorbed in research and equations, and he just.. forgets.

So Jayce has taken it upon himself to make sure his partner eats regularly and takes care of himself, and he's not afraid to say it because he likes Viktor, but sometimes Viktor does forget how to take care of himself when he's tired or stressed or upset about something, so this is what he does.

He makes sure Viktor drinks plenty of water, makes him eat properly, keeps an eye on him when he feels like going over to his own apartment to study, helps him take care of his cat, and even gives Viktor some tips on how to cook a lot better.

Because this is what Viktor deserves. He deserves someone who will remind him when he needs to eat, someone who looks after him, someone who cares for him. Someone who loves Viktor as he deserves to be loved. And Jayce knows that his love for Viktor isn't a weakness, no matter what people might think. This is what love is supposed to look like.

Viktor didn't tell him when he realized his feelings for him.

It started that one evening when Jayce was actually able to convince Viktor to stop working and spend some time with him. Then he took him out. Not to a fancy place by any means, just to a lovely takeaway owned by a lovely family Jayce knew. But they had amazing food, and Viktor enjoyed it. Jayce didn't even notice that he was staring at his partner the whole time, taking in his happy little sounds and the satisfied smile he unintentionally had on while finishing his meal.

"That was amazing, Jayce." He said when he finished, flushed, already looking healthier. "I'd love to have some more someday."

Jayce smiled shyly at that, glad Viktor felt comfortable enough to talk openly about things like that with him. "We can keep coming here anytime you want," Jayce reassured him. "I'll happily take you out for dinner for as long as you want."

The man smiled at him before getting up from the table and leaning on his cane.

"I'll go pay. As a thanks for taking me out."

"Nonsense." Jayce stood up instantly, and placed a hand on Viktor's shoulder. Viktor didn't even flinch anymore. He was so used to Jayce being touchy. "I invited you, so I will pay."

But Viktor shook his head gently.

"You don't have to, Jayce." There was that little smile again. "Consider it my payment."

Jayce blinked owlishly. Viktor had paid for everything. Including lunch. For Jayce to take him to dinner. How…

His thoughts were cut off when a hand landed on his cheek. It wasn't rough, though Jayce felt Viktor's fingers brushing against his skin ever so slightly. Viktor's eyes searched his face, searching for something.

"You deserve something nice for once, Jayce." His voice was barely audible, and Jayce could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He opened his mouth, wanted to thank Viktor, but Viktor's thumb touched his lips before anything else left his mouth. Viktor leaned forward slowly and kissed his forehead softly before pulling back. "Now let's get home. It's very late."

The night air was refreshing, although the sky was a deep shade of blue Jayce couldn't help but appreciate the beauty in it.

It was their first kiss. A first for both of them. Jayce hadn't even been aware that Viktor had even wanted to kiss him until he did. But he still remembered it. Every single detail. The soft press of Viktor's lips against his, the warm breath that tickled his lips, the way Viktor had held onto him afterwards. 

They shared smiles throughout the walk back to Jayce's flat, talking about their day, laughing about something, and sharing small touches on the shoulder and arm, hands brushing over each other's shoulders. It seemed like such a simple action, yet it meant so much more to Jayce than simply holding hands across the street.

It meant Viktor trusted him enough to let Jayce take care of him, to lean on him. To be there.

It also meant that Jayce couldn't help but wonder if Viktor would stay with him.

Whether he would accept Jayce's offer to share a bedroom. Whether he would allow Jayce to touch him. If he could bring himself to kiss Jayce. He hoped so. Because if he couldn't....

There was nothing Jayce would do besides give up on trying. It was too painful, and it broke his heart. Viktor deserved someone who cared for him the most, and Jayce could only dream about being that person. He had tried so many times. In fact, it was almost like he was obsessed. He was always thinking about Viktor; always worrying about how Viktor felt about him; wanting to impress him, hold his hand, kiss him--

anything. Anything he could do to make Viktor happy, anything to show him how much Viktor mattered to him.

They went back to the lab. Viktor insisted, even though Jayce wasn't very happy to let him work so late. But Viktor said he needed to finish some reports and then maybe sleep. So Jayce let him, and made sure Viktor had a bottle filled with water, as well as some painkillers.

Then he went to bed, hoping that Viktor will not stay up all night. That he'll get enough rest for tomorrow's lecture and that he'll feel better the following day. 

Unfortunately, life wasn't that kind to Jayce, and it seems that Viktor slept through his alarm the next morning.

When Jayce got up to feed the cats, he found Viktor sitting on his living room couch, reading through papers, a pencil behind his ear, hair tousled and looking sleepy.

Jayce sighed. It would be difficult enough to coax Viktor away from his office. Now? It would be impossible.

"Viktor?" Jayce asked. Viktor looked up, surprised. Jayce gave him a weak smile. "Come have breakfast with me, I made pancakes."

Viktor nodded hesitantly and got off the couch. Jayce followed him into the kitchen. He handed Viktor the plate of pancakes and then made coffee while Viktor ate.

Jayce didn't say anything during breakfast, which was fine with Viktor. He preferred to keep eating, savouring every bite of the delicious breakfast. When he finished eating, he grabbed his mug and headed towards the door.

Before leaving, however, he turned around. He smiled at Jayce and said:

"Thank you again for letting me sleep over last night."

Jayce's cheeks grew pinker.

"Of course! You're my guest!"

Viktor laughed quietly.

"You really are good at making me feel like an actual member of your family, Jayce." Viktor reached out to brush his fingertips against Jayce's cheek. "And I'm grateful for every single second of it."

Jayce bit down on his lip. Did Viktor mean to make him blush that badly, or did he just do it naturally? He couldn't tell. It seemed like his cheeks were turning permanently red whenever Viktor spoke to him, and it was adorable. 

"You're welcome, Vitya." He managed to choke out before walking him to the door. "Good luck today, okay?"

"Thanks, Jayce. Have fun without me." Viktor pressed a light kiss on Jayce's lips before stepping out the door. Jayce smiled to himself. He watched Viktor leave, his eyes trailing after the man until the sound of a car horn brought him back to reality. He shut the front door and returned to the kitchen to start cleaning up.

#jayvik #arcane #i just thought it was interesting ahah #the ai called viktor vitya im cryinnngg T-T #also it gave them cats ahhahh #dreamily is great fun in general btw

[spicedrobot]

So

Request for Jayvik cuddling (Viktor is cold af), and my dude jayce got nice big hands.. Viktor has a size kink.

Do with that what you will lol

Plant anon

i loved ur cock warming post!! do you think you could write something about viktor with an oral fixation? like sucking on jayce's fingers or shit like that? thank u<33

-slides a twenty- can i get uhhhh hand kink jayvik perhaps

ok ok ok!!! i tried to combine these because i think they go together and i wanted a little challenge. >:)

cw for hand kink, oral fixation, some breathplay + bruising, piv

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Viktor always runs cold. It’s an annoyance mostly, easy enough to ignore until it limits the dexterity of his hands. Gloves provide some relief, but they are hard to keep track of and even harder to keep clean.

Then he begins working with Jayce. Jayce, who always runs hot. Jayce, who rarely considers personal space. Jayce, who unhesitatingly takes his hands in his own, warming more than just Viktor’s extremities. The need for gloves diminishes, replaced with consistent touch breaks, rapid, laugh-filled arm rubbing, and hugs on long, stressful nights, enveloping like a big, weighted blanket.

Viktor hadn’t known what he was missing. Jayce’s hands, roughened from work, broader, larger than his own. His palm nearly covering Viktor’s entire shoulder whenever Jayce gives him a reassuring squeeze, the heat lingering long after he draws away. The difference in their statures is even more pronounced when he’s tucked into Jayce’s chest, his partner drawing strong, soothing circles along his back. When Viktor steals a glance, he can etch all the small, overlooked details of his partner to memory: the laugh lines just beginning to form around his lips, the faint scars etched into his cheeks, the flecks of gold shimmering in his irises. He’s handsome. Obviously. The perfect catch, if ever Jayce had ever showed interest in pursuing the droves of admirers that tailed him at every turn. Viktor grudgingly admits he’d been just like them, watching quietly, savoring each touch or smile turned his way. Only then, Jayce becomes his. It feels like a dream sometimes, all of it does, affection and adoration woven into the endless days and nights of frustration and discovery.

They stay professional in the lab. Mostly. Besides the hugs. Besides the warming touches. Besides Viktor watching Jayce work, blunt, callus-lined fingers extricating circuitry from delicate equipment, their size belying carefully honed skill. It also amuses whenever Jayce writes, the pen positively dwarfed in his grip as he takes notes or sketches complex figures. (Once, Viktor finds a portrait of himself. He stares at it for a long time, warm even within the cold confines of the lab.)

Nights blend into days, days into nights. The work is never easy, and often it’s fruitless. Viktor can’t help but lose focus. He’s not a machine after all. His eyes trail to his partner, finding the distracting shift of Jayce’s fingers assembling the couplings of a new prototype, a mechanical fist comically larger than Jayce’s own.

Winter had struck early that year, and the elevated lab, however well insulated, is colder than normal. Viktor barely stymies his shivers. He curls an arm around his middle and leans his chin into his palm, watching Jayce sidelong while his own notebook remains damningly blank. Jayce is busy. Viktor should be busy too.

The coupling locks with a pneumatic hiss. Jayce takes a step back and tilts his head, taps his index finger against his lips. Viktor wishes it was his mouth being pet, that a coarse hand would seal over his lips, cram its fingers inside, salt and tang and breathlessness.

“Hard at work?”

Viktor starts. His gaze flickers from his empty notebook to Jayce, who looms over him–when did he get so close? Viktor hurriedly drops the pen he’d been worrying with his teeth.

“Yes, hard! Uh, at work. It’s hard to focus. I...” Viktor sighs. “It’s cold.”

Jayce raises an eyebrow, but his smile is soft, warm like the hands that draw him close. His words are rumbled and deep from Viktor’s place against his chest. “C’mon. We should rest.”

Viktor supposes that this is one type of resting. It certainly takes his mind off the work for a bit, Jayce all but carrying him to the lab’s sleeping quarters. As soon as the door is safely shut behind them, Jayce descends, a flurry of small, quick kisses, each a jolt of heat against lips and skin. Viktor wraps his arms around Jayce’s neck, capturing his teasing mouth properly. He’d never overly enjoyed kissing until he’d started kissing Jayce. His partner’s technique is all exuberance and reverence, palm cupping his nape, teeth catching tongue, warming him from the inside. It makes Viktor’s breath hitch and his hips stutter forward. He feels Jayce’s grin against his lips, the man nudging his leg between Viktor’s, the pressure immediate, the excitement too, flooding low, a fiery ache ignited in an instant.

Viktor’s too close to see Jayce’s expression properly, but he can guess it well enough: half-mast eyes, smile loose and easy, revealing barely bridled smugness. Not to be outdone, Viktor snatches Jayce’s hand in his own, kisses each large knuckle, lips trailing along his index finger. His sight flickers up, staring into Jayce’s eyes as he kisses the tip before sucking it between his lips. The quiet Viktor, fuck– is nearly as heady as the intrusion, weighty and rough, faintly saline. He curls his tongue along the pads of Jayce’s fingers, suctions his mouth tight when it’s buried to the knuckle. When Viktor pulls back, it’s only to capture his middle finger too, bobbing shallowly before swallowing, holding firm, dipping his tongue along the delicate skin between.

Jayce gasps so low and sweet, his cock swelling against Viktor’s stomach. Viktor moves faster, emboldened, pleased, hot and slick where he’s sliding against Jayce’s thigh, rocking in time with his suckling mouth, mimicking, teasing. Jayce tosses his head back with a groan, smacking it against the door.

“What do you–” Jayce rasps.

“–touch me.”

Viktor shakily recedes, unbuttons his pants just enough to slide Jayce’s hand between fabric and skin. Hot, blunt fingers trace with greedy quickness, cupping roughly between his thighs, feeling him up, claiming him. Viktor grunts, arches, pumps into his touch, buries his face into the crook of Jayce’s neck, melting, feeling. A strong arm curls around his back, keeping Viktor upright as fingers press apart his folds, the edge of roughness softened with slickness, the added texture maddening, teasing. Viktor bites the inside of his cheek as Jayce’s fingers catch just a bit, pressing harder, dipping inward–

“Jayce–”

Lips press under Viktor’s ear, sucking marks over each mole, the snap of teeth drawing Viktor taut like a bow. He can’t stand like this, not much longer, knees buckling dangerously.

“The bed,” is all Viktor manages. A few seconds of withdrawn hands and lips, a moment of softness as he’s laid back on the mattress. Pants are lost to the fray, shirts merely unbuttoned before Jayce flattens his body to Viktor’s, nearly knocking the air from his lungs.

“Jayce.”

“Sorry,” Jayce laughs, planting an apology on Viktor’s lips.

Jayce’s hand wriggles back between his thighs, petting and stroking, easing the annoyance from Viktor’s brow. He cups his partner’s face, slides his thumb along his bottom lip. Viktor nips it once, fastens around it when Jayce pushes his thumb inside. Tongue stroked, lower body trembling and overwarm, pumping into each press, a pleasant fog blankets Viktor’s thoughts.

“Vik…gods, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? Your eyes…” Jayce stammers quietly. Embarrassment burns across Viktor’s face, but it eases when he catches Jayce’s gaze, all soft and awed, how his partner works his bottom lip between his teeth, watching him.

Viktor grabs Jayce’s wrist, thick and broad, holds it in place as he draws his mouth along his thumb, a flash of teeth against skin, shocking a broken groan from deep in Jayce’s chest. Viktor’s anything but cold now, body pulsing, thrumming, a current, spiraling closer to mindlessness in Jayce’s grip. Jayce shoves close, heavy and sudden, his cock catching against Viktor’s. He’s hard, achingly so, cock dripping, adding to the mess between them as he ruts. The searing drag loosens Viktor’s grip, and Jayce twists his wrist, drives two more fingers between Viktor’s lips. His gasp is muffled, tongue depressed, saliva pooling as his mouth’s forced open, stretched to its limit. Jayce watches how he sucks and struggles to take more, laving the underside of his twitching fingers. Viktor’s breath goes rabbit quick, chest heaving, heart hammering. A huge hand tightens around his hip, each pinpoint of contact its own brand.

Jayce meets his eyes again, and Viktor nods, arches up, spreads his thighs as much as he’s able. Worked open, wanting it so badly he could scream, Jayce sinks into him, a slow, messy, molten slide. Viktor’s breath leaves him in a vicious, muffled shout, flecks of light dancing in his vision. Jayce is big, he always forgets just how little room there is for him inside, body only able to give the weakest flutter around his cock. Jayce dips his head, lips flattening into a hard line, control and instinct playing out in the twitching and tensing of jaw and brow.

Viktor wants to cry out, urge him on, make him move already, only his mouth’s just as stuffed, fingertips nudging against his palate, distracting, debilitating. Drool crests over his lower lip as he slurs around Jayce’s fingers, tongue twisting, lapping sloppily, vision soft and spotted, breathless, on the brink.

Jayce begins to thrust, deep and slow. Viktor reaches out, clutches the back of Jayce’s neck, the other sinking fingernails into his bicep, clinging helplessly. When Jayce bottoms out, his body flattens snugly against his cock. It’s an unbearable tease when Viktor’s so close, sweating, sweltering, but he won’t let go of Jayce’s fingers, and Jayce won’t let go of his hip. The marks he leaves are for Viktor, something his partner can touch when he’s alone, bring himself off to when Jayce is away, secretive and his.

Each tempered thrust drives Viktor wilder, close, so close but never enough no matter how much Viktor clenches and aches and arches. He whines, tries to wrap his legs around Jayce’s back, even as his knee gives an unfortunate twinge. Jayce has the audacity to laugh, weak and pleasure-laced but there, and Viktor bites him. His partner’s expression flickers then, strange, sharp. Hungry.

“O-ok, I get it, I, just…here…”

Pressure falters at his mouth, Jayce withdrawing his hand. Viktor could fight it, but he lets him go, fingers freeing with an audible pop. He inhales with a hard, shaking rasp, lips swollen and tingling, tongue lolling, shining with saliva.

A hand clasps beneath each knee. Jayce folds him in half, bearing down. He flattens Viktor’s thighs with his own, keeping him spread as he mounts him. The first shove stuns, Viktor’s mouth forced wide on a soundless shout. Held open, the thrusts sink into him from a new angle, piercing deeper than they ever could before. Viktor can’t maneuver in this position, pinned and left waiting, struggling to meet each thrust. The sounds he makes are mindless, punched out and loud, uninhibited, free of the fingers that had kept his voice from veering out of control.

His fatal mistake is glancing between their bodies, seeing, feeling Jayce’s cock slip out of him entirely before driving back inside, deep, complete, punishing thrusts that rattle the bed frame. Viktor swears, head snapping back against the pillow, his fingers tearing into the sheets as orgasm slams through him. Distantly, he hears Jayce’s voice, the smack of skin on skin, his own, broken keens dying on octaves too high to reach. Jayce collapses into him, not a fraction of space to maneuver, to breathe, pleasure-pain dizzying, intensifying, as Viktor gasps and shakes, exposed, protected, as warm as he could ever hope to be.

His hands weakly unfurl from the sheets to find Jayce again, carding through his hair, petting his shoulders, tracing damp skin and straining muscle, faded scars. Jayce is still tucked into him, so close he can’t distinguish their heartbeats. When Jayce looks up, hair mussed, pupils blown, cheeks a fine shade of deep red, Viktor can’t resist kissing him again. It takes Jayce a moment to collect himself before kissing back, smile lopsided, quietly gleeful.

“Still cold?”

Viktor snorts, presses his hand into Jayce’s face.

“Too hot.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re hard to please?”

“Maybe you’re just bad at pleasing me.”

Another touch between Viktor’s legs, tracing where they’re still connected, blood-hot and slick, too much, too soon. Viktor clenches his thighs with a groan.

“Somehow,” Jayce says into the shell of his ear. “I doubt that.”

#jayvik #lemon #fics #i'll be posting to ao3 later with better tags #asks

[burningdarkfire]

writing retrospection 2022

quick and easy stats:

i published 42 fics over two accounts for a total of 167,903 words

i wrote 192,053 words during the year, averaging 535 words per day

two areas of focus:

writing fics where the protagonist isn’t always right: this includes fics where the protag’s thoughts/narrative voice is distinct from what is “actually” happening - fics where characters lie or have false impressions about each other - fics where characters do not talk like they’re in therapy. i want to write interesting characters!! i want to write stories that make the reader have to think!

this is still very much a work in progress - it’s hard to glean from fic comments whether people “get” the fic the way i intended or not and then it’s hard to decide if it’s my fault when they don’t - though it’s insanely rewarding when they do!

my fave works incorporating the above:

the weight of desire and despair (jayvik in the arcane timeskip)

if you close your eyes (astrid and wulf and an amnesiac caleb)

meanwhile the world goes on (the start of the wizard polycule)

writing porn, and writing a lot of porn: this was already something i worked on during 2021 but i significantly escalated this year both in scope (new pairings, new kinks, etc) and in quantity (i haven't posted a T or G fic since the summer). very much a "the only way out is through" mentality on this one, where i'm going to keep doing it until it doesn't feel like a big deal anymore 🤷‍♂️

some smut that i never thought i would write:

one pup, two pup (wizard polycule a/b/o)

desire, fulfilled (shadowgast drow pon farr/mating cycles)

nothing burns like the cold (shadowgast aeor date gone bad)

and of course, my one true focus for the year ...

blood moon:

it is honestly absolutely crazy to look at the numbers and realize that i came astonishingly close to my pipe dream goal of updating once per week. it doesn’t feel real when my entire year “behind the scenes” has been haunted by my inability to finish one longer fic

i have struggled a lot with blood moon, especially the final two chapters, and each soft deadline that i’ve set for myself has come and gone with no true resolution (including my goal to see it finished by the end of 2022). i think about this fic pretty much every single day of my life, even during the weeks that i don’t work on it at all. i’ve flip-flopped on every decision this year: i’m going to finish it, i don’t have to finish it, i won’t edit it, i will end up editing it, it doesn’t matter if i hate it if it’s done, i don’t want to publish something i don’t like, etc.

currently, i am determined to finish writing blood moon to a standard that i can, at the very least, make peace with. realistically, because it’s taken me over a year to write it, i’ve already out grown this fic. short of starting it over from scratch (which i resolutely do not want to do), there’s a ceiling for how good it can be and i just have to be fine with that

it will be the second story i’ve ever written that hits 50k words and i will be very, very glad to see it done. i’ll continue to upload at least one chapter per month, and i’m very grateful for the readers and commentators who have been following it thus far

writing goals for next year:

this was my first year using a writing tracker and i liked it! i took the one by @angryonabus and modified it for my own use. i’m a very habit-based person and having a tracker helps a lot

my goal was and will continue to be roughly 10k words per month - i’m obviously capable of overshooting that by a considerable amount but i don’t feel a need to push myself

i would love for 2023 to be the year that i tackle romcoms. i have two ideas lined up (the sedoretu fic and the marry me AU) that will be my bigger projects after blood moon concludes

in general, i’d like to write more fics in the 10-20k range, stories that have a little more plot (including emotional/relationship development), which means that i might not update anywhere near as much next year

plans for existing series/AUs:

definitive plans, concrete ideas:

league jayvik battlecast AU - realistically i’ve lost momentum for jayvik but even if this takes years and more arcane seasons i WILL come back for this

rough ideas, need motivation:

the shadowgast+widobrave polymorph fic - i’ve always had the second chapter sketched but never written it

packverse - there’s a blumendrei prequel scene i want to write

companion to wolves AU - also some blumendrei prequel scenes for this one, as well as future scenes with essek

critrole amnesia!caleb - essek POV!!

aeor date gone wrong - i know the fallout and want to write it but i do not care to write the actual catharsis because i think it would take a long time and i am an impatient writer. i’ll have to decide if it’s worth anything without it

no specific ideas but i like these ‘verses so i might go back to them:

critrole purple person shenanigans

critrole blumendrei modern college AU

critrole wizard polycule

critrole decades post-canon polynein

league jayvik gamers AU

#my posts #writing blogging #writing wrap up