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Jayvik headcanon’s (Part 2) :

Tempers,

Like wild tempests, both Viktor and Jayce have quite the temper to speak of, expect that those tempers are very circumstantially different - Viktor’s temper and tantrums are most likely to flare within the lab, cusses against calculations he can’t solve or a desk he stabbed his toe on, or a frustration of his onsetting illness.

With people he’s rather more composed, whether by force of nature or will.

Jayce is the opposite, they balance each other well, but what I am getting at is more of Jayce’s lack of high upper society skills, he gets frustrated when someone doesn’t understand him, he gets frustrated when they try to derail their goals into something else - walking that fine line in when to correct and when to reel himself in was a learning experience for him.

Now now, :Something he did a lot was admire Viktor’s collected nonchalant behaviour both with people in general but also kids.

During the summer months, back at the beginning of their journey, Viktor and Jayce would - no matter how busy they were, create toys and collect books and little gadgets that they’d take down to the undercity to give out to any and all children who simply asked.

And that right there was the biggest learning curve for Jayce, both in patience, admiration and privilege - he may have been kind and nothing but a middle ground house name but he was still raised with manners he still belonged to Piltover.

Dealing with the little ruffians of the streets of the undercity were nothing short of exciting, exhilarating. exhausting and an inherently new, irritating, inconvenient experience.

During these sweaty summer months is where Jayce unlearnt a lot and equally learned a lot, finding love for little troublemakers (more or less.).

He had also, flabbergastedly ended up finding out just how much that shop, Benzo’s, had used to scam him back when he’d visited them for odds and ends,

he told this to Viktor,

who had spent an entire day laughing, clearly and as genuinely Jayce has had ever heard him then, at him about it,

with directing, snickering/teasing comments along the way such as :

“Careful Jayce, That kids about to pick your pockets.”

“That’s an explosive Jayce.”

“!? *Handmade little toy given by a kid proceeds to explode in Jayce’s hands* Of- of sparkles, could you not have started with that !?”

“Eh *shrugs in amusement* still an explosive.”

*Irritated sighs*

and eventually :

“You do know that kid just scammed you don’t you.”

*Jayce who’s counting how much money they have left in his wallet.* “Yes, actually, this time yes, they’ll uh, they’ll make better use of that than us, it was, extra.”

“Was it ?”

“Uh, *slight wince* yeh more or less.”

Last little snipped but Jayce also found out about what it was like to breathe in the undercity through this and, a little more :

When he tried to, during the very first time, to put on the masks, protocol, or so he thought - that he had back when he had been somewhat of a mentor to Caitlyin Viktor immediately seized his wrist and shook his head,

“You’ll only scare them that or,”

Viktor made a face half way between a frown and a one sided smile,

“We’ll be turned into throwing practice, since we won’t be acting very scary.”

Jayce, skeptical but trusting obliged - of course, it’s not like Viktor wanted Jayce to suffocate nor like he was quite as used to the air as he used to be so they’d always kept a mask behind their little makeshift cart and if needed they’d take breaks to use it.

Mostly Jayce,

mostly during their first week,

(And they stayed in the upper parts of the fissures !.)

There had even been a time where half delirious he’d blurted,

“How can you breathe like this !”

Coughing and eyes red at the corners.

Viktor simply hummed, re-arranging the toys they had on display and took an alarmingly big whiff of air,

It choked even in his lungs a little, wrecking his body with a little cough, but it was nothing compared to the struggle Jayce had faced, most especially in their previous couple days,

“It had been worse when I was younger.”

Viktor simply said, matter of factly, tasting the words and the air on his tongue again, grimacing in a way Jayce couldn’t quite read yet

“That is, before Piltover took the executive decision to clear the air.”

“we’re clearing the air !?

Jayce has spluttered at him then, past the mask, in utter disbelief and with a pitiful look that came only with deepfounded innocence and equal amounts privilege,

“Eeh,”

Viktor made a ‘so-so’ motion with his hands and bore the same grimace as he had the day they had first gotten Hextech to work, when Jayce had asked him ‘if he knew what he was doing.’

“More or less,”

“there is a ventilation system in place, the chemicals of the fissures are being redirected but as you can see,”

He gestures about, joking and bitter all the same

“It’s not like they’re planting trees down here.

this far below, there is nothing to provide us with fresher air.”

“It’s.. a useless show or nicety. A mockery.”

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So, I started watching Arcane- Jayvik headcanon’s time (Part 1) :

Contrary to popular belief Jayce was never very good with ‘high society.’

Long ago, back at the very beginning, Viktor used to accompany him, closely, to speeches and balls and whatever else or, if they skipped out they’d skip out together, disappearing half way in, hiding from Heimerdinger and barely holding laughter in as they supported one another in whatever hiding spot they’d found.

Anyways as I said though, Jayce was never particularly good with impressing or speaking with high society, what he knew best was to rattle off, excited about their ideas and theories and the future they were building.

Before Mel, it was Viktor who’s guided Jayce.

Viktor who’d molded and formed himself among scoffs and disdain in a way in which he, ‘the undercity cripple’ , could be seen fit enough to stand next to the dean of the university as his assistant - this time, he must stand next to his partner.

He guided Jayce, or else, spoke for him, over him when his excitment got the better of him and Viktor could see, with an exasperated sigh that Jayce had long lost their possible sponsors and a change of topic or a glass of wine was well overdue.

That is, before Mel came along.

Despite his soft spoken speech, it’s not like Viktor hadn’t continued to be disdained towards, by those who founds his disability to be a sin or knew of his upbringing - not that that was hard to guess once last name’s were placed on the table, in a conversation ;

Jayce in a high moment of irritation had once claimed that he, that is, Viktor, belonged to the house Talis, which had left Viktor about as much a gaping fish as their esteemed guests, they agreed, later, after disagreeing once, clashing twice and disagreeing once more that, that just wasn’t the way to go about it, not if they wished to build any hope of a future besides they couldn’t just make liars of themselves-Jayce sheepishly relented and Viktor dropped the topic on the promise of it never happening again and on accounts of shoving away the funny feelings in his chest.

Back to our topic though, once Mel saw more potential in them, in Jayce, than she had at the beginning, potential that was actually at last beginning to to life, she took over.

Became Jayce’s forceful right hand, in Viktor’s eyes, dragging him more wherever she wished to place him than guiding him as he had been but it didn’t really matter.

What mattered was that Jayce was blinded by the stars in his eyes and followed her like she was doing them a favour and in the end when biting back like a wounded dog and scuffling against her earned them nothing but trouble,

Viktor let her speak over him and began to draw away, dismissing invitations and sticking to what he knew best, equations and science and.. their laboratory.

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HOLD ON, HOLD ON BECAUSE THIS IS SO REMUS AFTER SIRIUS GETS SENT TO AZKABAN CODED ACTUALLY HOLD THE PHONE.

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

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having feelings over just a little guy early teen Remus with big ears and round brown eyes hiding in the shadows of his taller friends, then growing into a long awkward noodle with still just as much little guy energy but now also with acne and more scars, plus bad posture because he still tries to melt into the background while hoping his friends will take all the spotlight

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The eyes of the Moon and the Star

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Was Remus' boggart always the moon, or did it only become that when he no longer had to fear losing everyone he loved?

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Who’d want to be called a Black ? - A Jegulily short fic, sort of..

In an alternate universe Sirius Black marries Remus Lupin. Becoming Sirius Lupin and never lets the man or anyone call him anything else ever again.

In an even alternative Universe Regulus Black pulls the same thing on one Lily Evans and James Potter once they marry him, a quiet

‘Call me that again.’

While his lovers halt their chatter and share a look and while James seems utterly confused, Lily smiles softly and practically coos at him.

‘Regulus Potter.’

‘Fully.’

Regulus says not looking at either of them and James figures it out now too, a hand on his shoulder and Regulus swears he can feel the bright beams of his smile even if he doesn’t see it - it’s in his voice.

“Regulus Arcturus Evans Potter.”

Regulus insisted on taking both of their names, though officially they are all known by the last name of Potter and things have just never felt so right in the world.

Now, lets roll this tape back to the beginning and talk about how I think both Black brothers love nothing more than to have been able to toss their old name away and take on the ones of those who have chosen to love them despite it all and who have taught them what love actually was always supposed to be.

Which is why Regulus insisted on honouring both the last name ‘Evans’ and the last name ‘Potter.’

Even if Lily had looked at him softly and told him that she would be a Potter too so there was no use to taking both, Regulus refused to budge and I don’t know how he would communicate it but I think he would also somehow get across that he knows some deep part of Lily wishes she could keep the name - not in the way that implies James is forcing his on her, because god forbid but in the way of, if only things had gone better with her family she would have - in a different world so Regulus will take it, he is willing to carry it for her because unlike she, he associates nothing but warmth and her with the last name Evans. Same way he does James and Love to the last name Potter.

But while I do think the change of names and the severing of ties means all the world to both of them - I also think that Regulus probably had a lot of harder time throwing his away than Sirius ever did.

Sirius being Sirius did it without hesitation, the moment he married there was no questions, not when he’d thrown the name ‘Lupin’ around from the moment him and Remus had began dating.

But for Regulus, it was a question, the name engraved so far into his skin he was unsure he could ever let it go and erase himself from his family tree, his blood-tie completely.

And that had certainly warranted several talks and yet still, the first time Regulus gets called “Regulus Potter” it isn’f even officially, it isn’t on a wedding day or after or whatever :

It’s on a quiet night he spends with his lovers in James’s room where Lily and James are quarreling lightly for James has been pestering him about how much he will simply love the change of last names and he should trust his guts on the matter or just simply asking him what he wants because James would love for a decision to be made, he’s always been not so patient and Lily rounded on him after a while to give Regulus the time he needs to decide and that James shouldn’t insist simply because (and they all know this is the case) he’d clearly love for both of them to flaunt his last name around, the idea has simply always made James’s heart soar higher than anything and now that Remus and Sirius are married he just wants, he wants these people he’s loved so deeply to be his.

And while Lily quarrels, James boasts that Lily doesn’t mind being ‘Lily Potter.’

And when that makes Regulus snort half of a laugh from their bed it’s like a lightbulb goes off in James’s head and he rounds back on him eyes shining and Regulus is in less than a moment trapped between the bed and the warm body of his boyfriend, his fiancé and there is a warm whisper against his ear.

“Regulus Potter, come on, you like it Reg, I know you do.”

and Regulus’s mouth falls open in response,

Pathetically, if you were to ask him.

Breath stuttering - flushed in the cheeks because he does he really really does and he thinks maybe he can throw that wretched last name of ‘Black’ away afterall - and the moment is silent like that, no one talking, no one moving until Lily jokes from her space sitting away from them on the bed - gaze on the two man unbreaking “Could you two make this look any more obscene ?”

It’s almost a challenge rather than a joke even and Regulus flusters more though he smiles and James simply sits up, straddling his lap - he can tell he’s stuck his tongue out at her and he seems triumphant even though Regulus has not verbally agreed to a single thing ‘I told you Sirius was right, he told me I better insists till his wants got through to his thick skull or he’d bury me to an early grave.’

And Regulus groans, picking up a pillow from beside him, whacking James across the head and murmuring ‘What did I say about talking about my brother while I am in bed with you.’

Lily Laughs, James shrieks, Regulus owes an unwitting thank you to his brother, apparently.

For knowing him better than he knows himself.

Later regulus does voice his agreement verbally though he doesn’t really need to, not with them and tells Lily he will take her last name too if she is willing for him to, he will completely toss away who he once was.

Now a round of bonus thoughts for this particular au :

-I think Sirius and Remus married young, laughably young but it is why he is know as Sirius Lupin way before Regulus even gets to consider the taste of his name with a different last name on his mouth.

-I get this feeling that James and Lily might have married each other before they married Regulus idk this just has me like 🥺.

-As I said both Black brothers adore having thrown the chains of their family physically away. It is liberating like nothing ever could be and if anyone ever tries to call them Black again they will both simply insists that they have no clue what that person is talking about.

If the person insists back they will both snap with the same fire in their eyes :

‘I am afraid I am Regulus Evans Potter.’

‘Sirius Lupin, Sir.’

And there is just no argument with either for anyone to get it wrong again.

THOUGH, calling the brothers by the wrong name is still better than calling them the wrong name _infront of their lovers_ if you do that, you will have hell to pay.

For Regulus and Sirius have never truly belonged to the Black family name that they chose not and never will they do so again.

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sorry...

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They're plotting some kind of dirty trick

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Wolfstar Microfic - The Great Hall

Words: 195

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Remus Lupin had a love bite.

Remus. Lupin. Had. A. Love. Bite.

Lily, Marlene and Dorcas stopped mid-conversation and stared as he sat down at the table between them, and James, Sirius and Pete. There was not a hint of anything amiss on his face, it was as if he was frequently covered in amorous souvenirs and this was just another day.

James, Pete and Sirius looked less surprised, but Lily supposed they’d already seen it and interrogated him in their dorm. Her eyes drifted around the likely candidates, Mary, Benjy, Emmeline… none of them even seemed to have noticed. She frowned, who else could it have been?

“Who’s been manhandling you, Lupin?” Marlene asked, saving her the effort.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, McKinnon?” He grinned. 

“You could have healed it, you know.” She shot back.

“Oh, I know. This is the first bite mark I’ve ever had that I’m not ashamed of, though.” He shrugged, a smile creeping across his features. “I’m hanging onto this for today, at least.”

Lily noticed the tiny movement of Sirius’ fingers brushing against Remus’ arm when he said that. Oh. Well, that was something she hadn’t considered.

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HELLO !!!

I will admit that I unfortunately do tend to be a one shot reader because of my virtually non existent attention span but I will happily give longer fics a go !!! 🥺

and yours sounds very very exciting !!

My Ao3 is ‘SoftyReika’ !! when I see a link in the future I will make sure to check out your fic, very excited !! 👀 and I hope you have fun with writing !! take all the time you need

I was thinking today and I need people to give me more feral Lupin during the first war actually.

Considering he had told Harry that during war you kill not disarm.

Give me Lupin who was the first of them to use the killing spell in defense of one of his friends, give me Lupin who stood there panting and teeth clenched and who turned around to the faces of his terrified friends and just collapsed in horror of what he’d done.

Each of them rushing forward to hold him because “Oh no we’re not having that here-“

Give me the wolf inside him, protective and snarling and ruthless, ever raging and a little stronger near the full.

Give me Lupin who was so beaten down and skin and bones and scraps but who was scarier than any of the rest, give me Lupin whose eyes glinted yellow in the light.

Give me Lupin who fell apart internally, emotionally by the doing of his own hands and was held and glued back together by the hands of Sirius and James and Peter and.

Give me Lupin who took a deep sigh, a deep exhale, nestled among his friends - or with his cheeks between the hands of one Sirius Black and who came to terms with this new world - with the ugly parts of himself, that lingering possessiveness that had always been there that now allowed him to recklessly defend but to kill too.

Give me more complicated Remus Lupin please.

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SIRIUS BLACK CALLS LUPIN DARLING AND IT ALWAYS MAKES REMUS STUPIDLY FLUSTERED NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES SIRUS SAYS IT AND I WILL DIE ON THIS ROCK

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Thank you !! the marauders loving Remus and being soft are my everything

The marauders definitely spent at least one day during one holiday before the full moon just sleeping over at the shrieking shack.

They took stolen snacks and sleeping bags and pillows and fairy lights because they were going to make that damned thing a home and when Remus told them that it’s useless, trying to liven the place up for the wolf would rip all these decorations apart they all defiantly fiercely answered

“let it.”

Because these items didn’t matter, Remus did and if Remus could crawl here days before, before exhaustion and anger hit and if they could have fun and listen to stupid songs and tell ghost stories like they were camping then so be it.

And when the full came so near that Remus’s senses became acute sharp, when smells began to irritate and sounds were too loud, when he clawed at his own bandages and skin, then snacks got thrown out the window, vanished away or transfigured, the music got turned off and Sirius coo’d, firm, soft, quiet while Peter and James pretended to be doing anything else, and softly pried Remus’s hands away from his wrists, his thighs, gazed into his panicked expression and held his face told him it was going to be alright, they were here.

And when Moony was calmed, as calm as he could get Peter and James came each with a blanket of their own and the marauders huddled together, Sirius in Moony’s lap or against his back and James and peter shielding him from either side,

when the sun began to set they transformed, one by one, sirius the last to go with a tingling kiss pressed to his lips until there sat Remus Lupin, calmed and easily breathing with a stag keeping watch and a big black dog licking his hands and a rat in his hair and with bated breath, deep breaths, he waited.

It was going to be okay.

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The marauders definitely spent at least one day during one holiday before the full moon just sleeping over at the shrieking shack.

They took stolen snacks and sleeping bags and pillows and fairy lights because they were going to make that damned thing a home and when Remus told them that it’s useless, trying to liven the place up for the wolf would rip all these decorations apart they all defiantly fiercely answered

“let it.”

Because these items didn’t matter, Remus did and if Remus could crawl here days before, before exhaustion and anger hit and if they could have fun and listen to stupid songs and tell ghost stories like they were camping then so be it.

And when the full came so near that Remus’s senses became acute sharp, when smells began to irritate and sounds were too loud, when he clawed at his own bandages and skin, then snacks got thrown out the window, vanished away or transfigured, the music got turned off and Sirius coo’d, firm, soft, quiet while Peter and James pretended to be doing anything else, and softly pried Remus’s hands away from his wrists, his thighs, gazed into his panicked expression and held his face told him it was going to be alright, they were here.

And when Moony was calmed, as calm as he could get Peter and James came each with a blanket of their own and the marauders huddled together, Sirius in Moony’s lap or against his back and James and peter shielding him from either side,

when the sun began to set they transformed, one by one, sirius the last to go with a tingling kiss pressed to his lips until there sat Remus Lupin, calmed and easily breathing with a stag keeping watch and a big black dog licking his hands and a rat in his hair and with bated breath, deep breaths, he waited.

It was going to be okay.

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first year regulus: did we marry him?

seventh year regulus: who?

first year regulus: the only boy who ever mattered.

seventh year james: i’m working on getting a ring, little buddy. just hold on. you’ll be a potter in no time.

seventh year regulus: *totally not crying*