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mistresscitrusslice · 3 months
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“Our Hextech dream” this, “our Hextech dream” that. What about “our Glorious Evolution”? Where are my “Jayce willingly joins Viktor’s Glorious Evolution under no duress except his own deteriorating sanity” fics?
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It’s been three years since they parted ways and Jayce has never been more alone. With even his battles against the Machine Herald growing more infrequent, he begins to consider an option he swore he never would.
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Jayce joins the Glorious Evolution.
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ajustaphase · 3 months
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Something stupid, Frank Sinatra by ajustaphase (Momo_K4t on a03)
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Jayce led a blindfolded Viktor from the office by his hand.
“Where are you taking me?” Viktor asks, a nervous chuckle briefly escapes him.
“That's a part of the surprise” Jayce says, the excitement for..whatever he had plotted was barely contained. Which made Viktor smile, despite the bubbling anxiety in his stomach.
“What is the surprise?” Viktor tries.
“The smartest man I know and yet he doesn’t understand the concept of surprise” Jayce playfully chides, emphasizing surprise.
That garners a small chuckle from viktor. A few moments pass, Jayce instructs Viktor to keep his blindfold on. Viktor could hear the jingle of keys, the mechanics of a lock, the creak of a familiar door. All the anticipation made him aware of the complete silence,
“Jayce.. What is go-"Viktor starts, a little fast.
“Shh” Jayce interrupts, ushering him inside. Viktor frowns only a little, he knows Jayce means no harm in his shushing- but he wishes to know what was going on. He hates not knowing things..
“Okay, you can take it off..” Jayce says, interrupting his thoughts. He rustles around for a moment more. “Now!”
Viktor takes off the blindfold. One suspicion was correct, he was in jayces apartment. Though Jayce clearly decorated it differently, the lighting was dimmed to romantic candles, the table had all of viktors favorite dishes .. which still looked steaming somehow. All of this warmed his heart, jayce clearly took time to set this all up- but one thing was peculiar; A tall, small table holding an item shrouded with patchy cloth.
“What’s this?” Viktor questions, walking toward it. His hand was outreached to unveil the item. Jayce quickly steps in front of him, his smile was wide and clearly excited- his joy was almost childlike. He held Viktor's hand tenderly,
“That’s another surprise, but I want you to eat first and then I will show it to you” he promises.
Viktor wanted to press it, but he knew how jayce was. He let out a sigh and nodded,
“All right.” With that, Jayce practically glowed as he sat Viktor in his seat. The seat was plush, but awkward for him; he wasn’t used to seats this soft. It did help his aching muscles so he didn’t mind too much.
“How’s the chair?” Jayce asked.
“It’s good” Viktor responds promptly with a small smile.
“Good.” Jayce smiles.
There was a beat of silence as Jayce settled in his seat and prepared to eat. Viktor sets himself up to eat as well. He kept glancing at the veiled item, despite the food being delicious. It had a perfect balance of smokiness and savory flavors, as well as complementary sides and some wine. However, it did not distract Viktor from his curiosity in the slightest. Jayce noticed it, then laughed softly. Viktor looked at jayce.
“Okay, I can’t keep the suspense forever” he jokes, getting up. Viktor sits at attention, watching as Jayce takes the cloth in his hands and dramatically pulls it.
The base of the item was wooden, with beautifully carved pictures with mechanics to work it in the front, a metal horn twists up like a flower, a vinyl is already set- the scratcher was just up.
Viktor looked at it curiously, he knew it was a vinyl player but he never actually had one or seen it used up close. He looked at jayce with a smile,
“What is this for?” Viktor askes.
“Well.. I was thinking we could dance, "Jayce suggested, slightly timid.
“Me? “ he laughs at the thought, “ that is sweet jayce, but I have two left feet.” Viktor says to lighten the blow, the true reason was his body. It ached and made him a poor dancer.
“I’ll lead, and I’ll support you.” Jayce waits, “ we can stop whenever”
Viktor thinks on it and finally decides to dance despite his mind spitting otherwise.
“All right.” He says, making the decision clear to jayce. Which earned him that smile Jayce does. Jayce sets up the music. Viktor uses the chair to stand fully and motions for Jayce to come and get him. Without a second thought Jayce does so.The music was a gentle instrumental, all the instruments bring out a warm feeling. Jayce chose well.
Viktor follows Jayce a little poorly at first. He feels his cheeks burn with embarrassment and effort.. but jayce patiently corrects and supports until they find their rhythm. They moved slowly,gently without agitating viktors leg too much.
“I knew you could do it,” Jayce says, low with a small smile.
Viktor looked up from his feet, he didn’t realize he was so focused on them. “ Only with your patient teaching,” he says, smiling back.
“It wouldn’t have worked if your willingness to learn wasn’t so good,” jayce adds. Which earns a small laugh from a blushing viktor.
There was a beat of silence between them, viktor studies his strong face. Jayce was clearly in a good mood, his face was relaxed his bright green eyes were focused. His face soon changed to a sheepish one, Viktor smiles.
“The one time I boost your ego .. and you reject it? Times must be changing” Viktor suddenly jokes, to lighten the insanity of his stare.
“They must be,” Jayce says with the same cadence as viktor.
They continued their dance, until the music started to end. The two found a comfortable spot on jayce’s couch and Viktor rested his head on Jayce's chest. He sighed with content as the sound of the evening seeped in through the windows and he felt his heavy eyes grow heavier.
“I love you viktor.” Jayce says Viktor can feel jayce’s voice rumble in his chest and his heart quicken.
“I love you too, Jayce,” he says simply, with a tired smile. He finally drifts off.
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This is for @thief-of-eggs !! Sorry for the wait, I was fixing it so it’d be bearable to read. I hope it reads smoothly. :)
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bringthekaos · 8 months
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Next Chapter, “Collateral” is up!
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Jayce has to deal with Renata, and I have to deal with feeling like this about her
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fablescores · 5 months
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hello jayvik lovers :3 come get yall juice
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adoreuoon · 8 months
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i decided to write a jayvik drabble (exactly 100 words) to challenge myself because i’ve never done one before and it was actually kind of tough
“Can I kiss you?” Jayce asked gently.
Viktor smiled up at him. “Of course you can.”
Jayce returned the smile before kissing Viktor, getting ahold of his jaw. He stroked his thumb across the pale skin. Pale. Cold. He pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” Viktor asked.
Jayce looked at him. The first thing he saw was gold. Beautiful, golden eyes were the first thing he noticed every time he looked at Viktor. How was he supposed to tell the beautiful brain behind those eyes what was wrong? ‘Nothing much, just that you’re dying.’
“Nothing, I just.. wish this could last forever.”
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kimchicatlover · 8 months
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Viktor's Parrot
Chapter 2: Viktor goes shopping
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Tags: Slice of life, domestic, acts of service, feeding, physical touch, mutual pining.
Pairing(s): Romantic (Jayce Talis x Viktor) from Arcane: League of Legends.
Warning(s): None.
Synopsis: Jayce surprises Viktor, and Viktor wants to return the favor.
Word count: 1490
By the time Viktor awoke, light was pouring into his room, illuminating the messy place he could only call home. The aroma of scrambled eggs drifted from the kitchen and his stomach grumbled - a rare sight.
Just as he was about to climb out of bed, Jayce tiptoed into his room, then, startled at the fact that Viktor was sitting in his bed, clearly awake, almost dropped his breakfast onto the heap of unwashed clothes and scrap paper that littered his floor. Viktor noticed that there was less trash than yesterday morning, strange.
"Um, hey.. V, uh, good morning, breakfast, for you!" Jayce blurted, holding out the tray to him, then realizing that Viktor was still too far away to reach the food, awkwardly moved closer to him, miraculously managing to avoid the trash.
Viktor just chuckled and accepted the food, which looked amazing, and he said just that.
"Gee, thanks, V, you don't need to.. Flatter me, haha.." Jayce fumbled over his words, heart beating so hard he thought he might just black out. No, that would be embarrassing. Not in front of Viktor. He willed himself to calm down.
"Jayce.. This is very nice, but I'm afraid I simply can't finish this much food."
Flabbergasted, Jayce stared dumbly at the tray of food on Viktor's lap - the lap he so desperately wanted to lay his head against - and blurted out something without thinking twice.
"But that's a regular portion, V."
Viktor's lips curled into a frown and Jayce internally punched himself in the face. His hands rose up defensively and he tried his best to apologize, but Viktor wasn't even listening.
"Look, Vik, I'll share with you." He mentally punched himself again. Why would Viktor ever want to share anything with you, a disgusting egotistical Piltovan with a sloppy mouth-
But Viktor smiled, a genuine, radiant, beautiful, natural smile. He patted the spot next to him on the bed, an invitation. Jayce, stunned yet again, dumbly sat down at said spot and stared at Viktor with his mouth agape.
Viktor's smile widened and he chuckled and Jayce's hilarious face. Scooping up a spoonful of scrambled eggs, he gently shoved - if shoving can be gentle, but Viktor tried - the spoon into Jayce's mouth. He chewed slowly, swallowed and finally seemed to be back in the present. He opened his mouth to speak, but Viktor cheekily shoved another spoonful of eggs into his mouth, earning a pair of wide eyes, acceptance, and finally a vengeful gaze. Giggling like a girl in love, Viktor squirmed as Jayce-
Grabbed his chin. His rough hands felt so good on his skin, and Viktor shuddered as Jayce tilted his head so that he could look him in the eye. He could feel something when Jayce's grip tightened and Viktor's breath hitched, eyelashes fluttering, then-
He retracted his hand. Stunned by the loss of touch, Viktor barely managed to suppress a whine, but he composed himself, staring blankly at Jayce, watching him.
Jayce was visibly shaking, well he thought it was visible. What did he just do? Why did he do it? He could feel a headache building up, but he couldn't relax, no, not when he realized that what he just did could ruin everything he had with Viktor. Everything. Tears were building up and he wanted to run out of Viktor's room, out of their house, out of anywhere he recognized, he wanted to go to a place where no one would find him so he could suffer in his misery, alone. But he couldn't move, he couldn't back away when Viktor's beautiful hand grazed his jaw, when his fingers pressed against his earlobe, the cold skin relieving his headache and potential fever. He let out a shaky breath and felt himself relax as Viktor traced circles into his palm, gently whispering a song he knew. It was a song Viktor had sung to him a few days after they first met, when Viktor had found Jayce trembling on the floor, face covered in tears and snot as he was haunted by the memories of his trial: the voting, the councillors, the taunting, and his mother.
"Dear friend across the river
My hands are cold and bare
Dear friend across the river
I'll take what you can spare
I ask of you a penny
My fortune it will be
I ask you without envy
We raise no mighty towers"
As they calmed, Jayce and Viktor thought about the injustice and suffering of the Undercity dwellers and decided that they would vow to help them in any way they could.
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After finishing the breakfast and a quick morning shower, Viktor had told Jayce that he needed to go shopping for his parrot.
Viktor was looking forward to this expedition as it meant that he could take this chance to secretly buy some parts for his project in the Undercity if Jayce got distracted by his fans that always stalked him. No, Viktor wasn't jealous.
Jayce was looking forward to the shopping trip as he could finally spend more time with Viktor. He made sure to tell the news reporters that he would be at a party somewhere far away from the store they were visiting so there would be no fans interrupting his Viktor time.
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When they arrived at the store, Jayce and Viktor had different reactions.
Viktor gasped in amazement and immediately ran along the many aisles, fidgeting with the products he found and undoubtedly making mental notes about what every antique or invention could do. He was particularly interested in a golden pentagonal frame that, when turned on, could emit holographic images inside said frame. The images could be varied by connecting the frame to a mobile phone and simply using Bluetooth to share the image with the frame. Easy and splendid, no? His parrot would surely appreciate such a decoration.
Jayce, however, wasn't so pleased. First of all, the place was run down. The dim lights were flickering and occasionally turned off for a few seconds before shakily brightening again. Paint was peeling from the ceiling, the walls were cracked, and the floor was covered with dust. Fortunately, there was no trash littered around so Jayce concluded that somebody did clean this store, but said somebody didn't bother to replace the lights or ceiling paint. Replacing the walls was quite a hassle and Jayce understood. Secondly, this wasn't the pet store Viktor had told him about. It sold complex things that only they could understand. Is that why Viktor wanted to come here? To spend some time with me? Because nobody else would understand him and-
"Jayce, Jayce! Come over here!" Viktor pipped. His cheery voice made Jayce's heart ache and he bolted over.
Viktor nodded towards the pentagonal frame he was holding, then looked back up at Jayce, as if seeking his approval. Jayce just nodded, knowing that he could probably afford the entire shop if he wanted to. The efforts in developing hextech were rewarding, to say the least.
Viktor grinned and Jayce's heart skipped a beat. How does Viktor keep doing that to him? He regained his composure and followed Viktor to another aisle.
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By the time they were done, Viktor had only bought three items: the pentagonal frame, a delicate-looking carving knife, and something he didn't show or tell Jayce about.
"It's a surprise!" Viktor had said between swatting Jayce's hand away and chuckling. It made Jayce's heart flutter when Viktor wanted to give him a surprise gift. Surely that had to mean something, right? You don't just give a normal friend a surprise gift, right? His head was dizzy with thoughts.
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After paying for the items, Viktor sauntered back to their home, with Jayce, surprisingly, trailing behind and bouncing on his toes, waiting for Viktor to reveal the surprise gift.
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As Viktor shut the door, Jayce waited impatiently in the living room, clasping and unclasping his hands nervously but never asking Viktor to hurry up. Viktor turned to face Jayce and immediately grinned at the sight before him: Jayce, the man of progress, fidgeting with his hands like a nervous middle-schooler.
"Waiting for me? What a good boy," Viktor crooned, lips tugging upwards when Jayce turned a crimson red and his eyes widened, mouth agape, staring at Viktor as if he had just showed him an explicit image.
What? What? What did he? Say? Jayce's brain was thinking incoherent thoughts because all he could think about was "What a good boy" and Viktor's smirk and Viktor standing in front of him, leaning forward ever so slightly, as if he was inviting him to.. No, not that. Nevertheless, he inched forward but didn't dare to touch Viktor, no, he was still trembling and trying his best to breathe normally.
Viktor easily closed the distance, and Jayce didn't back away. His hand grabbed Jayce's collar and tugged him down so they were staring eye-to-eye.
"Ready for your surprise?"
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jayvikbrainrot · 1 year
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Chapter 2 up now
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oddp1ant · 2 months
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Jayce/Viktor - rated Explicit - trans Viktor - 4,673 words
"So… did it work?" Viktor’s head snaps up, brow twisted in confusion. "What?" "Did it help? With the pain." Viktor's eyes narrow. "I can't say. The trial was… interrupted." Jayce takes a deep breath, dredging up his courage for… whatever he’s about to say, he barely knows before he hears the words trip off his own tongue: "Can I help?"
Writing summaries is death, please read if you like silly porn premises, Jayce’s service kink, and hot tender moments between lab partners. Love ya ♡
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iinkymushroom · 1 year
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The Kind of Dreams That Lead to This
Viktor had been having a very particular type of dream, the kind where you wake up craving the touch of a lover. The way the sensitive skin of his thighs touched each other, the gentle shifting of the fabric of his boxers against his dick, was just enough to leave him breathing a little heavier and only served to increase the slick heat between his thighs. 
In which Viktor wakes up from a dream and Jayce gives him what he needs.
Paring: Jayce/Viktor (Arcane)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3359
Tags: Gentle Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Porn with Feelings, Trans Viktor, Trans Jayce, Author is Trans, Soft Smut
Read here!
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findmeinthelake · 11 months
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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. 
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“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.
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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.
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“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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.”
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I bring with me fics of Jayce, Viktor and the bittersweetness of caring for someone✨✨✨ it’s pain :))))
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happy customers :)))))) 
Keep Spinning, Dance Myself To Death
The book says that the first step to all this shit is looking at yourself.
Jayce twists in front of the mirror, his back arching and flexing and bellowing and cracking in front of shimmering glass, a valley of scabbed-over wounds, hills, and lakes of scar tissue; the only similarities in the landscape of his skin is that they’ve all been mapped by Viktor’s slender, quivering fingers. And that’s half of his fucking problem, isn’t it? ¨
Viktor is dying, that much is sure. Jayce is bad at introspection, that much is also sure.
Body of Work
It wouldn’t be revolutionary to say that Jayce was fickle. It wouldn’t be revolutionary to say that his attention is an easy thing to seize and terribly difficult to keep.
He’s not ignorant enough to say that he’s a perfect man, or even a good one. He’s aware enough to look at himself and see a mosaic of fuckups. So, he’s as surprised as the rest of the world to learn that if he’s given a set of monotonous tasks for someone’s he’s committed to; he knocks them out like clockwork.
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voidpacifist · 2 years
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reading mother tongue by nightlilly on ao3 again god damn what a great day to be a jayvik truther <3
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poetrybypuck · 10 months
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I was happily reading a jayvik fanfic and all of a sudden I read a comment that reminded me about the divorce era 😫😭 noooooo please, let me have this! Why can’t I have this one happy alternative ending?! I don’t know how this fic ends, I’m hoping for the best; fingers crossed.
The fic in question: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/90022234?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#main
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bringthekaos · 5 months
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Happy Spoopy Day weirdos.
Come get y’all food. Viktor being a creep. Jayce getting turned on by it. Divorce banter. Fighting that turns into fucking. I’ve got it all. Pspspspsps
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Check out my new Violyn fic. It’s an AU based on the script of episode 3 from The Last Of Us but for Cait and Vi :)
You can also find a version for Jayce and Viktor :)
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