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Late Night Lab Confessions

A late night love confession in the lab between Jayce and Viktor.

Hope you enjoy it! I’m aiming to put it on AO3 when I get a new account for my Arcane shenanigans, but for now you can find my writing here. (I also wrote another fluffy one about Jayce offering Viktor a ticket to the Opera House on Winterfest.)

Rating: Teen, light nsfw (kiss), occasional curse word let Jayce say fuck sometimes, ok? Content warning: very brief allusion to Jayce’ suicidal moment in Act 1, Viktor’s attitude could be interpreted as low self-worth when it comes to his appearance and accent and origins. Wordcount: 2333

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“Viktor!”

Viktor jumped almost out of his skin at the sudden yell. The steel graver skated over the brass plate he’d been meticulously working on for the past two hours, and it left a deep gouge in the polished metal, nearly taking a chunk out of his finger too. He exhaled. The plate was ruined.

Turning awkwardly in his seat at the workbench he stared at the lab doors as they ricocheted off the wall and slammed shut, and Jayce barrelled in looking like something was about to explode in the corridor behind him. Viktor’s back brace creaked and dug into his ribs but he ignored it with a half-wince that usually ended up disguised as a scowl.

“Jayce, whatever is the matter? I thought you were at the Kirammans’ Winterfest party? Has something happened?”

“I was,” he panted, coming to a lurching halt and standing in front of Viktor, staring at him with his hazel eyes wide and glassy.

“Are you alright? Did… Did you forget something here?”

“No, yes, I mean… yes I’m alright, but…” Jayce exhaled roughly and looked away and then back at Viktor before trying to sort his words into a more coherent order.

He often got like this when he was excited about a new idea, and Viktor was no stranger to waiting him out, waiting for him to untangle his words and get them across in a way that made sense, but he found himself slightly perturbed by the feverish light in Jayce’s eyes and the stippling of sweat at his temples.

“I was talking to some of the guests about what we’ve been doing here in the lab — together — but they all just assumed it’s me on my own, despite how many fucking times I’ve told them it’s a partnership —”

Jayce scrunched his fingers into his forelock so hard Viktor nearly rose from his seat to pull his hand away. Jayce growled and bared his teeth, chest heaving like the bellows in the forge before he closed his eyes and seemed to slump.

“Vik,” he breathed, and Viktor’s heart lurched oddly in his chest the way it always did when Jayce called him that.

Viktor dipped his head and then looked up at Jayce when he didn’t elaborate. “… Yes?”

“Fuck,” his friend hissed. “Look, I know you loathe these things — parties and conferences and all that…”

“Yes, I… do believe I made my opinions on all that perfectly clear, very early on. I have no interest in recognition, Jayce. I only care that our work gets done.”

“I know. You called it ‘superficial salamander shit’ if I remember…” he grinned, eyes glinting, and Viktor snorted.

“Did I? How crass of me,” he said with a flat sarcasm that lit Jayce’s eyes up again in a way that made something painful and ugly coil and writhe inside Viktor’s chest. Jayce was one of the very few people who seemed to get his odd, dry sense of humour.

Jayce’s frantic, spiked emotions softened the longer he stood in the quiet, cool air of the lab with Viktor, but when he looked back at him, there was something painfully sad in Jayce's eyes. He swallowed thickly and snatched a breath but didn’t speak.

“Jayce?” Viktor prompted again in a soft undertone.

“Right. Yeah. So… Will you come and join me? At the Kirammans’ party, I mean. Now? Just this once?”

Genuine horror plummeted through Viktor and he recoiled and shook his head. “Jayce, I… I can’t… Not with all those… people…”

“You mean all those posh Pilties?”

Hearing the Undercity term roll so easily off Jayce’s tongue took him off guard. Still, it was true. He had indeed been about to say ‘Pilties’. “…Exactly,” he said. “Jayce, they don’t want to see someone like me when they’re hearing about magic and hexgates and technical ‘impossibilities’.” He stressed the word and waved his hand at their latest, half-built creation on the workbench. “They don’t want to hear my thick Undercity accent or look at me hanging off my crutch while I bore them to death with frequencies and conductive materials... They need their Golden Boy.”

Jayce scowled but did let him finish.

“In you, they see their own invincibility and cleverness and successes reflected back at them. All they see when they look at me is a trench rat.”

Jayce’s brows knotted, his hands already balled into fists, and he snarled. He even took half a step towards him that actually had Viktor leaning back. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. You’re nothing like that, and you know it.”

“Like what?” he asked carefully, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re so much more than that, can’t you see it? Can’t you see how brilliant you are? None of this would be possible without you. Hell, Vik, I wouldn’t even be alive without you.”

Jayce didn’t talk often about that night, about the desperate state of mind he’d worked himself into, but whenever Viktor conjured the image of Jayce teetering on the ledge of his ruined bedroom, it filled him with a cold dread that sometimes took hours to drain away. That someone like Jayce, with so much vital potential, so much to live for, had even considered throwing away his life was anathema to Viktor, but more than that, the idea of the man’s glowing brilliance being snuffed out by a long, ignominious fall to the dark ground below was… horrifying.

A world without Jayce’s light seemed unbearable, unfathomable, to Viktor.

He hadn’t realised his eyes had brimmed with tears until Jayce knelt swiftly down in front of Viktor’s stool, landing heavily on his knees and snatching up Viktor’s hand in both of his. Gods, his hands were big and warm and rough, but oh so gentle. Always so gentle. Viktor shuddered, unable to stop the trembling once it started.

“Shit, don’t cry, Vik. I’m sorry I pushed. I’m sorry I’m always so bull-headed and self-centred. I’m… I just… I wish everyone else could see what I see when I look at you, that’s all. I wish you could see it too.”

Blinking rapidly had no effect on stemming the tears that flowed freely and silently down Viktor’s gaunt cheeks as Jayce knelt at his feet and clung to his right hand. With his left hand, Viktor brought it trembling to the crown of Jayce's head and stroked his fingers through the soft, black forelock and over his head to the velvet-soft undercut at the back. “Jayce,” he choked.

Jayce tilted his head and pressed his lips to Viktor’s knuckles where he still held his hand. “I love you, Viktor,” he whispered, eyes downcast. “I love you. I know you don’t feel that way for me, and I won’t push it or bring it up again, but I need you to know you’re everything to me.”

Viktor tried to curl forwards, thinking vaguely of kissing Jayce’s head, of finally burying his nose in Jayce’s soft hair and simply inhaling the forge-smoke aura that always clung to him, but his brace suddenly dug into his ribs and his hips at the top and bottom, and it robbed him of breath for a moment. He pulled up sharply and tilted his face to the ceiling for a moment, trying to catch his breath, tears still rolling down his face.

Instead of a kiss, he squeezed Jayce’s hand with his fingers as hard as he could and whispered his reply in the language of his childhood.

“What?” Jayce croaked, looking up.

Viktor took a deep breath and lowered his gaze back down to Jayce. The way he was looking at him, all hope tinged with a little, frantic, fluttering fear, made Viktor’s whole chest constrict. In a voice he wished was far stronger, he spoke. “I said, luchik, that I love you too.”

For a long second, Jayce just stared at him, and Viktor wondered fleetingly if he had actually switched languages to something Jayce would understand, but when Jayce reared up to his feet from his kneeling vigil on the floor and flung his arms around Viktor’s neck, drawing Viktor’s head to rest against his stomach, Viktor finally laughed.

He slid his skinny arms around Jayce’s hips and let himself be held for what had to be the first time in over a decade. Jayce was always so free with his touches, but he had never — not even on the day they'd got the hexgates working — held him like this. Jayce stroked his hair and laughed before pulling back a little and bringing his right hand to Viktor’s chin, tilting it up.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his gaze flickering back and forth between Viktor’s eyes as he searched for some untruth. “Please tell me you’re serious — that I’m not hallucinating after not enough sleep and a looming deadline?”

“I would never lie about something like that, Jayce,” Viktor said. “And… if you really want me to, I will accompany you tonight, but I must warn you that my presence will probably not have the effect you’re after.”

“I don’t care,” he said, one hand now on Viktor’s shoulder. “I wanted you at my side, where you belong. It’s our project. Our Hextech dream.”

Viktor nodded, wondering just what he’d let himself in for. “Should I… change? I don’t have anything as smart as your Council getup, you know?” he said, eyeing it. It did look very good on those broad shoulders.

“You’re fine as you are,” Jayce mumbled. “Caitlyn is wearing her enforcer uniform to piss off her mother.”

Viktor smiled. Caitlyn was an idealist with little real-world experience, but he was rapidly warming to her.

“Let me, uh, just tidy up my notes a little,” he said, turning back to the desk behind him. His heart was still beating too fast and his breath was still rasping and hard to catch.

Jayce loved him.

Jayce had told him he loved him.

On his knees.

Damn, if that wasn’t an image that was going to stay with Viktor for a long, long time.

After scraping his nerves and his notes together, he pushed himself to his feet and fought off an inevitable wave of biting cramps in his right leg and hip, the spasms travelling up his spine and rendering him almost blind for a moment as pain overwhelmed all his senses. A warm weight pressed against his lower back and he opened his eyes a moment later to find Jayce standing quietly beside him, one hand on the small of his back, watching.

His eyes formed the question his lips didn’t speak, and Viktor nodded. “I’m alright,” he croaked. “Thank you.”

Jayce nodded once and stepped back, passing the crutch that he’d made for Viktor in the forge only a year ago. It fitted him to perfection, and had been made with as much meticulous attention as had the hexgates.

They closed up the lab together without talking, and Viktor walked beside Jayce down the corridor feeling like he was in a dream.

“Vik?”

“Mm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Evidently.”

Jayce snorted. “What was that word you said?”

“Which word?”

Jayce held the door open for him at the far end of the corridor and stepped out behind him, catching up in a single stride. “You said something in your mother tongue when you… before… back then…”

“When I told you I love you?” he pressed, just to watch Jayce blush.

“Yeah.”

“Mmm, was it perhaps, luchik?”

“Yeah, that.”

He rolled his eyes. Now it was his turn to squirm. “It’s… a term of endearment. Suitable for our Golden Boy, I think.”

“What does it mean?”

“Mmm… It… It varies a little depending on the context, but something akin to ‘ray of light’ or ‘sunbeam’ might be a suitable translation.”

Jayce halted so abruptly that it took Viktor two paces to realise and stop himself. He turned and found Jayce staring at him, watery eyed again. “I want something to call you, Vik.”

He laughed at Jayce’s almost childlike desire for balance, for fairness. “You’ve already got something to call me that no one else does. You call me ‘Vik’.”

“Yeah, but… something with meaning.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t just give yourself a nickname, Jayce. That’s not… It doesn’t work like that.”

“Please? Something?” he said, closing the gap and taking Viktor’s breath away again as he casually reached up and took his face in both hands.

Warmth suffused his jaw and he lost himself in the warm, autumn greens of Jayce’s eyes. He almost missed the sounds that came from Jayce’s full lips because of it.

“Can I kiss you?”

Viktor blinked. “What, here in the hallway? Anyone could see, Jayce.”

A protective light kindled in Jayce’s eyes and he scowled. “Let them. I want the world to know I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the day you believed in me and handed me back my cuff,” he said, tilting his wrist to show the spent gem in the leather band. Viktor tipped his head slightly to nuzzle that hand a little more. “But if you’re not comfortable with—”

With a roll of his eyes, Viktor reached out with his right hand and snagged Jayce’s collar, dragging him closer and kissing him with everything he had.

Jayce’s whole body yielded to the kiss, melting around Viktor with a decadent moan and he closed his eyes, his big hands straying down to Viktor’s waist and squeezing his bony hips hard as Viktor swayed towards him.

When they parted, Jayce’s lips were puffy and his eyes shone. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

“Come on,” Viktor grunted, setting off again. “If we’re going to make it to the Kirammans’ before midnight, we should get going now.”

Jayce’s knuckles brushed against those of Viktor’s right hand, and with a quick, stolen glance up at Jayce through his eyelashes, Viktor laced his fingers with Jayce's.

As they left the main building and stepped out into the chilly winter air, Viktor mumbled, “You could start with Vitya.”

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I’m a new sideblog, so reblogs and the like are hugely welcome! I’ll link my new AO3 when it’s up. Don’t forget to tell me if you want to see more, or if you’ve got a jayvik (or caitlyn/vi) request. I’m always up for an idea!

Stay safe, and Happy Holidays.

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moonsdancer · 2 years

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I'm completely baffled how a fandom always latches on the resident soft emo boy of a franchise/show. Like c'mon! Next to the mentioned emo boi you've got a beautiful, well-written woman and a himbo with a heart of gold and who does the fandom choose to pair up with each other and obsess over? It's all fine and good honestly and everyone can consume media however they want but in the case of Arcane, those tendencies do get rather transparent! I appreciate the hell out of you spreading MelJayce love on my dash and hope that season 2 will give us even more thirsty moments between those two! Mad respect for you doing the lord's work, king! Love hearing your thoughts and AU ideas :)

hey anon. don't be baffled, i think this show is full of very shippable characters, and we sort of know how fandom 'taste' tends to go with latching onto certain characters, so i wasn't really surprised or baffled to see how dominant vikjay is (i think they're cute, have a tangible dynamic, and they also had fans from the lore, so there's that). it is what it is.

and, like you, i genuinely think people should just love and ship whatever calls to them. like shipping is so irrational, embrace that irrationality and live your life. and do not try to justify your ship ~preference~ by framing it as a somehow ~morally superior~ or ~just~ choice bc the usurping evil woman in the equation is ... well... supposedly evil. or re-write actual textual canon to support your ship and then downplay if not erase another ship's textual canon when it's convenient, which i see a lot of in this fandom, etc. etc.

but i will remain forever bitter about the legit campaign that certain shippers / folks went on to not only absolutely shit on and minimize meljay but mel as well. from the jump. and that was really deliberate and we're still dealing with the messed up narratives, erasures and "head canons" that were set up in the early days of fandom, and i don't think we'll ever really be free of them... maybe if mel dies like a lot of folks want her to. (because then we'll be treated to the retroactive fandom collective amnesiac ~mourning bonanza~ where everyone who hated her and her association with jayce will pretend that they luvved her all along, and beat their chests at the show's writers for killing her off. i still rmr my blessedly brief time in the spn fandom, we know how this plays out, lmao).

anyway, thank you. mel and this pairing in particular have inspired me in ways that i haven't been for fandom in a long time. especially fanfic bc i went over a year really struggling to even write a sentence for anything fandom related. so i'm thankful for that, and hope that i can keep contributing with fan works where possible. also there's fun to be had with small / rarepair ships bc the community for them tends to be really safe, enjoyable and supportive, and that's a cool thing, too.

i've decided to serve some 'cup half full' realness this week, apparently. let's see how long it lasts.

#meljay #otp: fox and forge #otp: nothing feels impossible when i'm with you #the fact that we're still dealing with ppl who don't even consider mel a character #let alone a character worth analysing and exploring with equal narrative value to others is indicative of a lot #fandom is always gonna fandom #esp when a character of mel's particular make up is involved #what was that tag i stole from lau?#bigoted migratory slash fandom #mel medarda #jayce talis

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undercityviktor · 2 years

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Hey I'm not sure if you're taking writing requests or not but after reading your one about the lab confessions and seeing that post you made about Jayce bringing Viktor food I would like to request something based off of that prompt for sure!

Hello Anon! You’re my first Anon on this sideblog, so congratulations! Have a glass of sweetmilk on me. Thanks for reaching out!

I’m not specifically taking requests for fics, but I’m always up for inspiration if the mood strikes, and I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed the Late Night Lab Confessions story. I hope to put it on AO3 if I ever get the set-up email back from them (I have an account already, but I wanted one specifically for Arcane shenanigans). So far all I seem to have written is super fluffy jayvik stuff...

I did actually start a fic based on my earlier idea, but it ended up getting all in-depth and angsty first before I even got to the foody bit, so I’ll see what happens with it. Here’s the unedited first 1000 words or so though?

Rating: General, sfw Wordcount: 1180 Content: Viktor’s unhealthy work habits means he has a tendency to neglect his other needs. Jayce sees this, and starts to make an effort.

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It had only taken two weeks of sharing the lab with Viktor for Jayce to come to loathe the smell of instant noodles.

“You know those aren’t supposed to be eaten as, like… regular meals, Vik?” he said as Viktor coiled a wad of bland noodles around his fork and levered it into his mouth without taking his eyes off the notebook in front of him.

Viktor didn’t respond immediately, swallowing down the lump of rehydrated carbohydrates and sodium with obvious distaste.

Jayce chuckled. “Why do you eat them if you don’t like them?”

“They’re convenient,” Viktor mumbled around a final mouthful. That done, he scooted the abandoned, half-empty pot away from him over the desk with the back of his fingers and scratched something onto the page, adding to his calculations. His thick eyebrows were knotted in concentration and his shoulders had a particular hunch to them that spoke of a forthcoming all-nighter. Jayce tried not to sigh as he stumped over and picked up the remnants of Viktor’s ‘meal’ and went to drop it down the chute that led to the incinerators. Viktor didn’t even notice him remove it.

Five hours slid by after that without a word exchanged between them.

Jayce focused all his mental energy on the wiring up the prototype gauntlet, while Viktor remained bent over his calculations until Jayce stood, blinked prickling eyes, and cracked out his back and stretched his muscles with a grunt that turned into a muted roar of satisfaction at the tug and give of the stretch. When he looked back at Viktor, he found his lab partner looking at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Viktor said with a private little smile. “You distracted me, that’s all.”

“Sorry?” Jayce said as he crossed the room to peer over Viktor’s shoulder. “Holy shit, Vik,” he added in a reverent exhale when he saw the notebook. Almost every millimetre of the white paper bore some kind of scribble or notation, and as Jayce loomed behind him, he caught a slight but distinctive tremor in Viktor’s body. “You’re exhausted, Vik,” he said in gently. “We should call it for today. Come back fresh tomorrow.”

“Mmm,” Viktor hummed.

He tipped back just a fraction on the stool and his back came to rest against Jayce’s front. Jayce’s whole body lit up and he had to grind his jaw to stop the gasp of pleasure leaving his lips. Tentatively, he brought his big hands up to his friend and lab-partner’s shoulders and rested them there for a moment.

“You’re cold,” he said, scowling.

“Not particularly,” Viktor sighed without moving.

Beneath Jayce’s palm, he could feel the lump of the leather strap that held up Viktor’s system of relatively-new braces, but beneath that, he was sure Viktor was cold and trembling. The urge to run his fingers through Viktor’s thick, dark hair in a futile attempt at easing some of the tension in his body was almost overwhelming, but instead he let out a long, heavy sigh. “Come on. Let’s lock up.”

To his surprise, Viktor didn’t protest this time.

He simply nodded, and then began to shuffle forwards in preparation for standing. Beside him, the crutch that he had designed, and which Jayce had then made himself in the forge, leaned innocently against the desk, waiting.

Jayce stepped back to allow Viktor room to rise, but when Viktor got halfway up and let out a muffled yelp, Jayce darted back. “Vik?”

“Cramp,” Viktor grunted, clutching the desk with bird-like hands, shaking all over.

He cursed something in his mother tongue and pushed his reluctant body the last few degrees to upright, fumbling for the crutch that rested a few inches beyond his reach. Silently, Jayce slid it into his waiting fingers, and tried not to hover. Viktor never asked for help, but that didn’t mean Jayce wasn’t ready to give it in a heartbeat if Viktor needed him.

Except, Viktor didn’t seem to need him.

He didn’t seem to need anybody.

Jayce’s heart beat wildly in his throat as they walked to the doors and Viktor locked up behind them with trembling hands.

“You got plans for dinner?” Jayce asked with an affected casualness he hoped Viktor didn’t sense.

Viktor shook his head. “Not particularly. I’ll see what’s in the cupboards,” he smiled.

“Why don’t you come back to mine?” Jayce suggested, trying to rein in his desperately rearing hope. “I’ve got a huge bucket of my mum’s curry to finish — she packed me off with it yesterday after I went to see her, and there’s way more than I can manage.” After a heartbeat he added, “It won’t keep.”

Viktor paused noticeably, and the only sounds that filled the silence that stretched between them were the click-shuffle of Viktor’s cane and foot on the smooth floor of the corridor. “Alright,” he said with a little shy smile. “If you’re sure you’ve got enough.”

“Trust me, when my mum cooks, she cooks enough to feed a small army. I think you’ll love it.”

And to his surprise, Viktor did.

He even wiped his plate with the remnants of the soft flatbread Jayce had dug out from a cupboard and flung onto the table at the last minute, and when he sat back, there was colour in his cheeks again and a light in his eyes that had definitely not been there when he’d sat down at Jayce’s small garret kitchen table.

“Thank you, Jayce,” Viktor said, consonants soft and voice low. “It has been a long time since I made the time to enjoy a meal like that.”

Brilliant, effervescent joy filled Jayce’s chest and he beamed openly at Viktor. “We should do it more often,” he said, standing. If he sat still any longer, he thought he might burst. Viktor made to start clearing his plate too, but Jayce scowled. “No, you sit. I’ll get the plates.”

“But you cooked,” Viktor protested.

“I reheated it on the stove, Vik. It’s fine. You’re my guest tonight.”

The familiar yet incomprehensible mutterings of Viktor’s mother tongue followed Jayce as he set the plates in the sink and returned immediately. He could wash up after Viktor had gone.

“You want to sit somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, eyeing the sofa across the open plan room, but he could see Viktor’s response forming even as he asked it.

His friend shook his head, his lovely thick hair flopping across his forehead for a moment, and he smiled again. “No. I should get back. Thank you though. I… I enjoyed this.”

Jayce plastered a smile onto his face and nodded, though he couldn’t help the disappointment that lapped around the edges of his satisfaction.

It was a start, he mused as he watched Viktor’s departure down the corridor from his apartment in the eaves of a university hall.

At the end of the corridor, Viktor halted and looked back over his shoulder. A shy, bashful smile adorned his tired face, and Jayce grinned, waving.

It was a start.

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