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hi! thanks for answering my question abt poly requests :) can you do some viktor x fem!reader x jayce hcs where they’re all married and happy, i need super fluff especially after arcane :( thank you in advance i love ur writing

Oh my oh my - this will be quite interesting to write. Viktor and Jayce have an amazing dynamic and I absolutely love it.

Note 1: I have a big writing project I'm working on. It's with Viktor. So if you guys are interested in it, keep an eye out for my blog in the following days.

Note 2: I didn't quite know what you might wish for, but the "where they're all married and happy" line makes me assume that it wouldn't be a problem for you if, besides being in a relationship with you, they'd be in a relationship with each other as well. Poly dynamics can be a bit tricky to understand so I apologize if I'll offend anyone with my current confusion. As a conclusion to this note, this will contain JayVik as well as Jayce x Reader x Viktor.

Note 3: I decided to make this a soulmate AU because it works. Perfectly. If it's a problem, do send me another request. I love writing for these two idiots.

Forever [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Viktor & Reader & Jayce

Word count: 9109

Warnings: brief self-harm [not exactly what you'd think but I'm adding this here just in case], panic attack, NSFW

NSFW warnings: Size king, threesome.

~ When you finally returned to Piltover after finishing your studies in Shurima, you were shocked by how suffocating your home felt. The etiquette didn't bother you, not quite.

~ It was the lack of expression, of passion, the almost surgical coldness of your surroundings. Now that you were a grown up young lady, as your mother would say, it was so easy to see through the facades and masks worn by those around you.

~ Why did they even bother? Everyone was hiding something. Everyone was faking it. It was hard to not feel a bit ashamed when you saw the lack of emotions, of passion. The lack of feelings in a place you loved more than anything else.

~ Shurima had been... different. Full of life and raw energy. A desolated desert filled with magic and power. With ancient, forbidden things.

~ You were sent there to finish your studies in Archeology, to serve as a diplomatic resource.

~ And you returned with knowledge of things that would get you in serious trouble, if your parents were to find out.

~ The runes tattooed into your skin, right underneath your breasts, were the proof when it comes to your betrayal of science. Arcane magic. Power that should have been forbidden to you.

~ A legacy left behind by your mother's bloodline. Like your grandmother and her great grandmother before her. A legacy shunned by your mother once she had left the humble life of an average citizen, marrying your father - one of the successful traders in Piltover.

~ While your family had been able to perform their sacred magic in secret for generations, it all ended with your mother.

~ She tried to keep you away from your roots. She tried to stop any contact between you and your grandmother, who had decided to move to Shurima after your mother's deep betrayal.

~ After so many years, your mother was sure you wouldn't remember her.

~ But how could you forget your granny?

~ The strong, tall woman that seemed to charm everyone around her. You'd always remember her smile, her bright eyes... her flowing hair, full of life and colour even at her advanced age.

~ How could you forget the way she cradled you close to her chest, whispering to you stories of magic and mages lost in time and space.

~ The woman you'd always look up to - proud and strong, full of confidence and so charming in her natural beauty and femininity. A woman who was never afraid to get her hands dirty, to give her life away for the sake of another.

~ Unsurprisingly, you met her in Shurima. And, unknown to your mother...

~ She taught you the ways of controlling magic.

~ Before you returned to Piltover, she warned you of the danger that to constantly loom over you.

~ Mages weren't tolerated in the city during an age of progress and science. You'd have more chances of living peacefully in Zaun, where people would fear and respect your still limited power. But Piltover...

~ Piltover would rip the meat off your bones for such deep, offending heresy.

~ And things went well for a while. You lived in your comfortable apartment on the outskirts of the city, a place where you could gaze upon the natural beauty of the world, untainted by the condescending city behind you.

~ Every morning, you'd go on the balcony to do your meditations. And that glamorous, clear stretch of water - the blinding light of a new dawn, glistening in the languid movement of waves...

~ It made everything worth it. Even with the risks of being caught. Even with the risk of being exiled - or worse.

~ You started helping people in the Undercity. You'd go in and out with the help of an old friend, a Zaunite who didn't give a damn about the prejudices held against mages.

~ You were trying to specialize in healing magic, drawn from the nature around you. Burning energy brimming with life. Energy that left your skin irritated and itchy when you pushed yourself too much, still unaware of your own limits.

~ You healed people as much as you could. Of course, you'd find excuses for not following your grandmother's warnings. It was good practice for your magic and alchemy. It was...

~ It was the only thing you could really do. The only way you could give back to the world what you were taking through the use of magic.

~ You had a weak, sensitive heart. Every life you couldn't save wrecked you for days, haunting you to the point of a break down. Every time you saw a child suffering, or a bunch of kittens left to die... it broke your soul down, little by little. It left you broken and exposed.

~ It didn't stop you from helping. You did your best to take care of the children, debating solutions with your friend for countless hours. You adopted the stray kittens or puppies that you'd find abandoned, almost starved to death.

~ And you'd take them home, nursing them back to health and giving them away to people who would take care of those sweet souls.

~ As the years passed, it became harder and harder to get into the Undercity. And that's when you met Ekko - a young man who, reluctantly, offered you his trust after a few months of collaboration. You helped his people - and he gave you his protection to roam freely in Zaun.

~ You certainly didn't expect him to show up at your door with Professor Heimerdinger - Heimerdinger, out of all people - and another man.

~ The man himself - the icon of progress.

~ At that moment, you saw your end. They knew. You could see it in their eyes - they knew what you were capable of. And you could only look at Ekko with betrayed eyes as you remained frozen in the doorframe, fingers gripping the doorknob to the point of pain.

~ Heimerdinger cleared his throat, unsure of what to do in such awkward silence. "Miss [L/n], I'm well aware that such a late visit is uncalled for. But my dear friend over here," his small, enthusiastic hand gestured to Ekko. "He told me you could help us."

~ You slowly relaxed. Good. They weren't here to take you away. At least not yet. For now, they only needed help.

~ You were used to helping people.

~ With a heavy sigh, you backed away from the doorframe - long enough for them to enter your modest but cozy apartment. Full of flowers and plants you used in your alchemy. A few puppies and kittens sleeping peacefully in the corner, close the fireplace.

~ "Take a seat, professor." You had a soft spot for the recently retired dean of the science academy. Eyes filled with pain, yet hopeful. He looked weary and tired. Old. "Take a seat and tell me what you need."

~ You watched with careful eyes as he gingerly sat on your couch. Ekko leaned against the wall, familiar and casual in your home. You didn't glance at Jayce - you didn't quite like him. Someone who was willing to use magic in such a reckless manner, unaware of how powerful or deadly it could be.

~ "This young man said you're a mage." When Heimerdinger saw your body tense defensively, he continued in a rushed manner. "No, my dear. We're not here for that. You must be well aware of our recent experiments with the hextech."

~ Taking a few moments to think, you reluctantly nodded.

~ "We... need your help."

~ Help was a word you initially underestimated.

~ Help meant guiding their research. In the short-term, it meant stabilizing the core, the hidden power behind it. A difficult task, as you were still quite the novice in magic yourself - but you knew that, with hard work, it would listen to you.

~ It had to. Your blood would call out to it, after all.

~ Help also meant saving someone's life.

~ A very sick man.

~ You pondered over it for a few moments. This would take all of your energy and mental resources - too much to focus on your priority, Zaun.

~ You'd have to put everything you had into this for a few months. At least half a year. Maybe even more?

~ "And what if I refuse?"

~ Heimerdinger looked at you with pained eyes, but spoke wisely nonetheless. "It is your decision, my dear. We will not report you for your usage of magic. "

~ But others didn't seem to agree to Heimerdinger's perspective.

~ You could only gasp in shock when Jayce grabbed your shoulders tightly, pulling you toward him. Forcing you to face him. Distantly, you could hear Ekko getting closer - prepared to shove Jayce off you.

~ "Please! I beg you..." His grip on your shoulders tightened to the point of pain. "You need to help him. Viktor deserves to be saved. Please. Before you make any decisions, meet him. You won't regret it."

~ You stared at Jayce. He was a handsome man, with bright eyes and a shining soul. A man who wished to do good, but who got lost on his journey. This man he was talking about... what did he mean to Jayce?

~ What was Jayce willing to sacrifice for him?

~ You swallowed thickly around the knot stuck in your throat as your gaze fluttered down, away from his desperate eyes. You didn't enjoy being forced into helping people.

~ It was your effort. An effort you gave away freely, without asking for anything in return. And there were many innocent people in Zaun - people who actually needed your help.

~ Helping scientists solve their own messes wasn't exactly high on your priority list.

~ But you agreed to help them. You'd see for yourself who this man was.

~ And magic wasn't a toy. You knew that, as a mage, it was your duty to stabilize the core and help them.

~ As much as you'd be able to.

~ Your voice was soft as you spoke again. "I'll help you." Jayce's grip on your shoulders relaxed as he slouched, face overwhelmed with relief. "But for a price."

~ His next words broke your heart. "Whatever it takes," he breathed out as he watched you with wide eyes - with an intensity that made you feel uncomfortable.

~ "You will put as much effort as it takes into helping Zaun. And you will change the general mentality of the population when it comes to mages. Don't you find it a bit hypocritical, professor, how the academy uses the arcane magic freely while we are shunned for doing the same thing - in a much more controlled manner?"

~ You didn't have to look at Heimerdinger to notice his shame. His lack of words told you everything you needed to know.

~ The following day - after giving Ekko quite the scolding for telling professor Heimerdinger, out of all people, what you are - you met Viktor for the first time.

~ The academy was a cold place. To you, it lacked personality. It lacked the passion you were used to. Burning passion, as hot as the deserts you've grown to love so much.

~ But their research lab was... different. It had something. Not quite the passion you possessed, no.

~ Something guarded. Something that veiled a passion, a determination ready to swallow the whole city.

~ You assumed that the man sitting at the desk, next to Jayce, was Viktor. And, after thanking professor Heimerdinger for showing you the way, you approached them with cautious steps.

~ "You should stop messing with the core until I stabilize it." You spoke with a touch of disapproval as you watched the pale, lean man poke at the core with annoying determination.

~ You heard the echoes of pain, of anger. And it only made you cringe further. Only the Gods knew how they had managed to come so far with their crude handling of the magic.

~ When Viktor turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance behind his googles, you continued your previous statement. "Magic is sensitive. The more you probe it without its consent, the more vengeful it will become. And, believe me, it will get its revenge eventually."

~ Jayce beamed at you with a wide smile, his hand squeezing Viktor's shoulder comfortingly. He looked like an excited puppy - as if he had expected you to walk out on your promise.

~ "Viktor this is... [Y/n]. She's a mage. She will aid us in our research."

~ "And I would also like to take a look at your illness. I might be able to help." You ignored Jayce's glare at your crude approach. If this man was as sick as you had been told, you needed to start your workings immediately.

~ "I don't.." You watched him glare at Jayce before turning to face the core once more. "As much as I appreciate the offer, Miss [Y/n], I don't quite remember being in need of help."

~ Ah. A stubborn one, then.

~ "Could you leave us alone for a few moments?" You looked at Jayce with insistent eyes. Insistent enough for him to give up on any protests. As he quietly left the room, you approached Viktor.

~ "Listen, darling." You forcibly turned his chair around, pulling off his googles. His glare was as intense as you'd have expected, amber eyes staring at you with a fire that burned wild underneath.

~ "I know what you've been doing. I can smell it on you." You leaned closer to him, matching his glare. "You've come quite far with your research - for that I must applaud you. But it was an incredibly dumb move to mess with arcane magic without the assistance of a mage. Magic cannot be controlled. It chooses to help you, not the other way around. You've been pushing it for years, forcefully drawing energy from it without giving anything back. Do this any longer and it will destroy you."

~ You pulled back with a heavy sign. "You're sick. Why would you rather rely on a force that cannot provide you enough at this very moment instead of letting me help you? Are you that prideful?" Your steps took you closer to the large blackboard, filled with equations and scribbles. In that mess, you could only recognize your beloved runes. Slender fingers traced their contour, relishing in the soft whisper of magic inside them.

~ "Jayce told me you wish to help people. And you can't do that as a dead man." You faced him again. Viktor refused to look at you, stubbornly staring at the door.

~ It didn't take a genius to know he was annoyed by your presence , not used to someone pushing into his comfort zone.

~ "Look... If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for Jayce. That man was ready to give his head on a plate to anyone who can help you." At last, Viktor relaxed. His face softened as you mentioned Jayce - and a deep sigh wrecked his chest, followed by violent coughs.

~ "What do you need?" You frowned at the sight of blood on his handkerchief. The diagnosis was clear. Still, he was worse than what you had expected.

~ "From you? Nothing. Just let me do my job and I'll let you do yours."

~ During those days you started thinking more about the blue ink engraved on your right wrist, constantly hidden from sight by bandages. Sometimes the sign itched horribly - and you'd catch yourself scratching it raw, even through the thick fabric of the bandages, under Sky's worried gaze.

~ And you'd give her a comforting little smile, making up some excuse about a skin irritation. But she knew. Everyone knew. Most people chose to show their signs freely when they were on a visible part of the body. But you didn't wish for that kind of attention.

~ In some ways, you were scared to meet the person who was linked so intimately to your life.

~ A life that went on slowly - days spent healing Viktor, little by little. Night spent with the core, trying to find a way to stabilize it without further provoking the raw magic.

~ A life that you found oddly comforting, with occasional visits to Ekko's modest Paradise in Zaun.

~ A life you enjoyed, no matter how exhausting it was.

~ Viktor proved to be a wonderful companion, exceeding all expectations. During the hours you'd spend with your hand pressed against his chest, pushing as much healing energy as you could into his very being, he'd talk to you. He'd tell you of his childhood, of his ambitions. Of his life with Jayce.

~ That's how you found out they were soulmates.

~ It surprised you, at first. But then it all made sense. Not only was Viktor Jayce's closest friend, he also held a part of his soul.

~ No wonder he was so desperate to save him.

~ Sometimes, he'd read to you. His voice would smooth out the increasingly painful migraine to grow behind your eyes, a sign of exhaustion.

~ But not enough to make you to stop.

~ It was hard. It was painful. But he was steadily getting better. And it made you happy to see this wonderful genius brighten up, blossoming like a delicate flower of the night. And to watch Jayce regain his hope, with an energy as bright as the sun.

~ When Viktor asked you about your soulmate, you could only stammer. It was quite hard for you to explain your nervous thoughts when it came to such things. Ironically, as a mage, you were supposed to understand better than anyone else the importance of such a connection - a bond that linked souls together in the most amazing, most natural way possible.

~ The very definition of true love.

~ Even so, no one was forced to have a relationship with their soulmate. People could live on happily without one.

~ Did you wish for that? No, not really. But you weren't prepared for it.

~ You weren't prepared for rejection.

~ Few people believed in magic. And so many shunned mages away, as if they were the plague.

~ You wouldn't stay with a person who couldn't accept that part of you, soulmate or not.

~ "It's... complicated." You gestured with your right hand - and his eyes fell on the bandage with a thoughtful look.

~ You didn't pay any attention to that look. You were used to them. Even your parents greatly disapproved of your choice. Others wondered if you were ashamed of your soulmate. Of your sign.

~ Professor Heimerdinger even inquired if you and Ekko...

~ Of course, your embarrassment had been immeasurable. And Professor Heimerdinger apologized repeatedly over the following days.

~ He didn't inquire about your soulmate ever again after that disaster.

~ You couldn't ignore the fact that you had to spend most of your time in the presence of two very handsome, very bright-minded men.

~ You tried to ignore the building attraction as much as you could. And it was hard to do so, especially with the annoying itching of your wrist. It happened more and more those days, to the point where the skin under the bandages was almost constantly red and irritated.

~ At least you were going through some massive progress with both the hexcore and Viktor's health.

~ One night, you returned to the research lab after taking a break of several hours - enough to eat something more consistent, take a nap in your own bed and enjoy a long, steaming shower.

~ It was a quiet, rainy night. Peaceful. You could see the dim glow of the core in one of the main rooms. A glow that, nowadays, was less threatening and slightly more willing to cooperate.

~ You just wanted to check on Viktor and see if he was still in his study. You didn't mean to peak in or anything, but the door was left open, exposing the low light of a lonely lamp.

~ You almost squealed when you saw them. Viktor pressed against his desk while Jayce was kissing him with the passion of a dying man, hand inside the younger man's pants -

~ Needless to be said, you covered your eyes and left as quietly as possible, trying to not trip over your own legs. And even outside, in the cool air of the night and the chilly rain falling from the sky, you could still feel your flushed face burning and your heart beating wildly in your chest.

~ "I think you scared off a little bunny." Viktor said with an amused glint in his eyes and a breathless voice when they heard the main door closing a bit too loudly.

~ "Caitlyn, they were fucking! Well, not exactly fucking. But they were plastered over each other and..." You watched as Caitlyn choked on her coffee before bursting into laughter. "It's not funny! How am I supposed to look them in the eye after seeing... that?!"

~ Next morning, you didn't hesitate to drag Caitlyn from her home to a nearby cafe. You were desperate for advice, and too embarrassed to go straight to the academy.

~ "Well, they are soulmates. What did you expect?" "For them to not fuck in the academy?!" "You said they weren't fucking!" "They were almost fucking!"

~ Caitlyn could only sigh at your childish antics. "Just... go in and act normal. They can't possibly know you were there. Right?" You stammered with your words as your face flushed even more.

~ "I tried to be quiet as I went out... I mean, they were busy so I doubt they heard me."

~ "Oh my God, [Y/n]. These guys have ears of a demon." You watched Caitlyn groan with a sheepish smile.

~ You were giving her so much second-hand embarrassment.

~ In the end, you had to go to the academy with a few words of encouragement and little advice. As Caitlyn put it, "You go in there and give your best innocent eyes. Don't you dare let them even smell the embarrassment on you. Jayce isn't the problem - Viktor is the real monster here. He has the sharpest tongue in Piltover and Zaun combined."

~ And you were lucky enough to escape their presence for a few hours. Something about a council meeting. But you weren't interested in politics.

~ Instead, you spent those hours working on the core, trying to persuade it into opening to you much like you'd persuade a child into actually trusting your good will.

~ As you stared at the core with annoyance - you'd call it a staring contest if you didn't know any better - you heard the door opening behind you. And the familiar sound of a cane.

~ "Is it still resistant?" The soft-spoken, professional voice calmed your nerves. You didn't turn to face him as you answered.

~ "It's... stubborn. And petty. Magic doesn't exactly appreciate being controlled against its will, you know."

~ You jumped out of your skin when Viktor pressed his large, warm hand on your shoulder - looking down at your form, seated on the floor.

~ "You should take a break. If there's anything I have learned during these past years... Pushing yourself to the very limit will always be counterproductive." He patted your shoulder gently and turned to leave the room.

~ You thought you were safe.

~ You almost thought you were safe.

~ "And that means staying home at night, [Y/n]."

~ As soon as the door closed, you slammed your forehead on the ground. Maybe, just maybe, the ground would swallow you whole.

~ You could almost feel that damned core laughing at your misery.

~ And when you went, later that night, to continue your healing workings with Viktor...

~ It was unbearable, how embarrassed you felt as you pressed your hand on his chest, against his steadily beating heart.

~ He didn't say anything, this time. He only leaned back and closed his eyes, slowly breathing as he relaxed into your touch.

~ It felt intimate.

~ It felt more intimate than it should've been. After all, he had a soulmate. There were even rumors that they were already married and here you were, blushing and being bothered by a man you shouldn't even have a crush on -

~ That night, lying in your bed, you scratched your wrist to a bleeding mess, trying to get rid of the itch embedded into your skin.

~ Your head felt clearer when, the next day, you returned to the academy.

~ The itch was still there, but it was overwhelmed by the dull pain that you inflicted upon yourself unintentionally. It hadn't been your intention, of course. It just... it just felt so overwhelming that...

~ You pulled in a deep breath as you sat on the chair, looking at the core.

~ It was quiet today. No negative energy, no unpleasant whispers in your mind.

~ Just a gentle, balanced energy.

~ You closed your tired eyes with a heavy sigh and, crossing your arms on the table, you rested your head on them.

~ The lab was filled with silence. Only the soft hum of the core, brimming with magic, echoed in the large room.

~ You watched it. You watched the mesmerizing pulse of magic call out, the raw power that made your skin tingle from the proximity.

~ It pulled you in with a hypnotizing power and, surely, you lifted your hand.

~ Closer, closer, closer.

~ Your fingers were tingling with blue energy, almost fully touching it, when you felt your wrist pulled back violently - a pained hiss leaving your mouth at the pressure on the wounded skin.

~ "What are you doing?" You heard Jayce scolding you as his grip tightened on your wrist, pulling another pained noise from you. And then the tall man stopped abruptly, relaxing his grip to glance down at the bloodied bandages.

~ You didn't protest when he pulled a chair closer, sitting next to you. Close enough to feel the heat of his body.

~ It made your wrist itch again and you tried to yank it out of his grip. But Jayce was much, much stronger than you. He effortlessly kept your wrist in his grasp, his free hand tugging gently at the bandages.

~ "Why would you do this to yourself, [Y/n]?" He was still scolding you, yet his voice was gentle. He seemed... surprised. Shocked, even, by your actions.

~ Why would you do this the one thing most people treasured the most in their lives?

~ And you didn't answer him. You only slouched against the chair, eyes closed, as he slowly unwrapped the bandage. And then...

~ There was a slight pause as his fingers tightened painfully around your wrist, pulling you from your slight reverie.

~ "Jayce, it hurts-" You looked at him, and paused as you caught him staring at your mark.

~ An intriguing mark, complicated and breathtaking. A design that made you think of machines, of... progress.

~ Not really that surprising. Not in Piltover, at the very least.

~ "Jayce? Jayce, let me go." You tugged your wrist back and that seemed to bring him back to you.

~ When he met your eyes, you saw something different in them. Something that burned deep into your soul.

~ At the time you had assumed it was anger.

~ But later on you realized it was something else entirely.

~ "I'm... okay." He cleared his throat as you pulled your wrist from his slackened grip. You refused to look at him again, embarrassed by this sign of your weakness. Gods, you didn't even want to imagine what he might think of you now.

~ "At least let me clean the wound." His voice was sure and stern, brimming with authority.

~ They were both quite dominant people. Two types of leaders.

~ Jayce was naturally born to be a direct leader. But Viktor... Viktor knew how to make people listen to him. When he was completely serious, even Professor Heimerdinger would stop and listen with all of his focus to what he had to say.

~ You sighed at his request. Nonetheless, you placed your wrist on the desk while he gathered some supplies from Viktor's office.

~ And you could only hiss and wince as he gently cleaned the wound, wrapping new bandages around your wrist with a care that worried and comforted you at the same time.

~ As if you were going to break.

~ Did he think you weren't up for the task anymore?

~ "You should go home and get some rest, [Y/n]. Viktor will be alright if we skip one day." You didn't argue with him, even as you felt your heart drown in worry.

~ After quietly gathering your things, you left the academy and Jayce alone at the desk.

~ And that's how Viktor found him, elbows pressed against the smooth surface. Head held in his palms, unaware to the world around him.

~ You didn't return to the academy the next day. Viktor was almost fully healed - there was no need to continue his treatment immediately.

~ You couldn't return. Now with the thoughts plaguing your mind.

~ Instead, you went to Zaun in search of Ekko.

~In search of an old friend's companionship.

~ When you returned home the following day, very early in the morning, you found the light in your apartment on. And two serious, worried men inside.

~ "What..." You glanced at Jayce and Viktor with surprised eyes. Jayce was leaning against the wall, close to the living room's window - and you couldn't blame him, the view was absolutely breathtaking - while Viktor was seated at your desk, looking over your notes and books on arcane magic, given to you by your grandmother. "How did you two even get in here?" You looked at your oldest dog with annoyed eyes. What a guardian he was, letting strangers help themselves into your home.

~ "I assume you don't remember this." Without raising his eyes from your notes, Viktor showed you the key dangling on one long, slender finger. The key to your apartment.

~ The one you gave to them in case of emergencies.

~ You sure know how to sabotage yourself.

~ "Quite a lovely home you have. And very well written notes - personally, I wouldn't have thought of magic as a sentient, living being. But I will admit defeat when I see myself bested." You watched him get up from the chair - reaching for his cane as he turned to face you.

~ "Now, my darling, I believe we have some things to discuss." His words only made your confusion grow more and more . You glanced at Jayce, but he remained still... eyes fixed on you with an unreadable look on his face.

~ Gods, you were royally fucked.

~ "Your bandages. Take them off." You met Viktor's eyes again. "Now."

~ You wanted to argue. You wanted to tell him that he had absolutely no right to address you in such a way, to force you into...

~ Yet your shaky fingers clumsily unwrapped the bandages, letting them fall to the floor. And your eyes remained fix on the healing skin as Viktor got closer to you, his own cool fingers brushing over the irritated lines of the sign.

~ It left your skin tingling and, as you tried to pull away, you were stopped by his hand wrapping sneaking around your waist.

~ "I did have my suspicions." You heard him mutter against your head, his body pressed close to your own. You wanted - you tried - to pull back, but the man was stronger than he seemed.

~ And you were already weak in your limbs, barely capable of keeping yourself together.

~ "I wonder how long it might have taken us to find out if you would've decided not to do something as foolish as hurting yourself." His voice maintained a scolding undertone. As if you were a stubborn, impolite child.

~ You didn't fight it when his hand moved to the small of your back, a ghostly touch on your weary body. "And this mess, just because you refused to wear your sign proudly."

~ You couldn't protest - you couldn't tell him it wasn't out of shame, but out of apprehension. But then he took his hand away from you. And you couldn't help but unconsciously lean closer to him, yearning for more.

~ His hand loosened his tie just as Jayce sneaked behind, caging you between their bodies. You would've fallen to the floor if not for Jayce's strong arm wrapping around your frame, shocked eyes falling on Viktor's pale collarbone.

~ The same mark you wore. That meant...

~ The same mark Jayce had.

~ Your breathing got heavier. You could hear your heart pounding, your blood rushing in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

~ It felt like you were suffocating, choking on air and you grew light-headed, leaning completely on Jayce.

~ You felt Viktor's cool hands rest on your cheeks, pulling you down with him to the ground. You couldn't feel Jayce's hands on you anymore, but when you were pushed back you hit his chest.

~ It took a while for you to calm down, back pressed against Jayce's well built body. You could hear Viktor speaking to you, the gentle lull of his accented words pulling you back from the sudden panic that had overwhelmed your entire being, his fingers lovingly caressing your face.

~ When your heart returned to its steady beat, you opened your eyes. In that moment, it felt as if you were gazing at Viktor for the first time.

~ His lovely, silky hair. His pale skin. The aristocratic shape of his face. The gold in his eyes.

~ With a shaky exhale, you leaned more heavily against Jayce, seeking his body warmth. To know you could want such a thing felt incredibly strange.

~ To know they'd give you anything you wished for... it left you incredibly confused and conflicted. And it was hard to understand that you'd do the same for them.

~ It was hard to comprehend the connection you shared with two amazing, incredible men.

~ And your heart quivered when Jayce squeezed you against him, hands wrapping fully around your chest. A warm, comforting embrace. You rested your head on his arm and your tired, exhausted eyes fluttered close just as you saw Viktor lean over you to press a kiss to Jayce's lips.

~ It made you feel... something. But you couldn't quite explain it.

~ You didn't have enough words for explaining it.

~ When you wake up the next morning, you're not even surprised to find yourself nestled between the two men, Jayce's face pressing into your back while you were resting your head on Viktor's shoulder.

~ It was an entirely new feeling. But you felt safe... and comfortable.

~ So you went back to sleep.

~ Things were a bit tricky for a few weeks. You remained quite shy and embarrassed, much like a spooked fox in the presence of wolves.

~ You continued to help them with the core. But, those days, you'd also sneak to the Undercity - now that Viktor was almost fully healed, you didn't need to do your healing as often as before. Only two or three times per week was enough.

~ Jayce didn't enjoy your work in Zaun. He was nervous and scared for your safety, while Viktor felt immense pride at your work. Why would he worry? Zaunites wouldn't hurt the one person who'd help anyone in need. It was an unspoken rule. And you had Ekko there, your self-proclaimed bodyguard.

~ While you weren't comfortable with initiating affections, Jayce and Viktor didn't have any complaints in spoiling you rotten. And you didn't mind the soft kisses you'd get from both of them when you'd leave the research lab, kisses that left you trembling and blushing down to your collarbone.

~ Viktor's kisses were slow, languid. Sensual. Calculated. They left you dizzy and trembling with need as you'd twist your fingers into his vest. Slow and long enough to leave you breathless, your mind empty and pupils blown wide with lust. He'd always have that knowing look on his face afterward, a look that made you remember his origins - as much as he was a gentleman, Viktor remained a Zaunite. And he was far from naive or innocent.

~ Jayce's kisses were fast and passionate. He took over your mouth like he owned it, overwhelming you with through his mere presence and ardent touch. Hands resting on your hips as he'd pull you flushed against him, swallowing the soft whimpers to leave your swollen lips. He enjoyed few things as much as your disheveled look when he'd finally pull back, lips flushed and glistening while you looked at him with glassy eyes.

~ And after your share of kisses, you'd leave the laboratory in a hurry, barely able to stand right and with a horrible ache in your core.

~ It wasn't surprising to return home and find them there. It felt strange to share your home with two men each night.

~ You learned new things about them. Viktor was a ridiculously good cook, while Jayce couldn't cook to save his own life. They both loved animals - you saw it in the way they dotted on the stray pets you'd bring back home from Zaun.

~ It was always a pleasure to watch them argue over their research while you dozed on the couch with a book in your hand, cuddled next to your only adult cat - a fluffy, ginger boy you absolutely adored. You'd also see them share kisses during those times, watching through short bursts of consciousness before you'd fall asleep again. And the memories of those kisses you'd occasionally see would always make their way into your mind when you finally had some time to touch yourself, some time to spend alone. You were left confused and ashamed by how much it turned you on.

~ You'd crawl into bed with them every night, too tired to be embarrassed about being squished between two incredibly attractive men. But it would bother you in other ways. You'd try to keep still and relaxed as your skin tingled from the proximity. And each time you thought you got it under control, Jayce would wrap around your body from behind or Viktor would groan softly into your ear as he stretched and...

~ And you'd be left cursing yourself for wanting them to fuck you so badly.

~ Bless your heart, they enjoyed pushing your buttons. They were much more experienced than you - and it was so easy to read your desire.

~ Jayce couldn't understand why you chose to hold back so much when you were soulmates. But Viktor could fully understand your apprehension and hesitation to take such a great step.

~ It doesn't mean he wouldn't tease you as much as Jayce did.

~ They asked you to move in with them.

~ And they lived together. Of course they did.

~ And while you were initially tempted to refuse, you...

~ Agreed.

~ You actually agreed to share a home with them.

~ They made sure you had your own room. A place where you could spend some time alone when things got too overwhelming. It was a nice thought that you appreciated. Just like Viktor had his study. Just like Jayce had his blacksmith - you had checked him down there once and dear Gods, the sight of him shirtless left you seeing stars - .

~ Sometimes, while you were in your room, Viktor would come and bring you some sweet milk and cookies. Jayce, on the other hand, always brought you coffee - just as you liked it. It was so endearing to see their dynamic, to see how different yet similar they were.

~ And you grew up more comfortable with them, softly blooming in their shared love and affections. You grew confident enough to kiss them whenever you wished to do so - and the look in their surprised, heated eyes was always worth it.

~ But sleeping with them also made you more and more uncomfortable as you opened up in your love for them. It became incredibly hard to actually only sleep with them. Your own touches didn't bring you any satisfaction, not anymore. Not when you were utterly and helplessly sexually frustrated.

~ One night, Viktor came to bed earlier than he usually did - to find you already in the bed. You were trying to fall asleep, hoping you'd have an easier time doing so in an empty bed. But your plan went horribly wrong when Viktor slipped in the bed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

~ You could only squirm as you listened to the shower - Jayce loved taking ridiculously long showers. And the thought only frustrated you more as you buried your face into Viktor's chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his body and the faint traces of his cologne.

~ He was so warm. His touch was so comforting. These days, you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with them.

~ It felt natural to share a life, a home with them.

~ You knew they'd ask you, sooner or later. Jayce was a very straightforward man. You've heard them talk about it from time to time, when they thought you were sleeping deeply. Soft whispers passed over your head as you cuddled against one of them, warm and more comfortable than you had even been before. And you knew you wouldn't mind marrying them.

~ You melted into his touch. One hand brushing through your soft, long locks of hair. His other rubbing your back comfortingly.

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~ If he could feel the subtle quiver in your legs, he chose to not say anything.

~ Yet, he didn't seem surprised when you pushed against him fully with a shaky exhale, raising your head to meet his gaze. And his tired eyes were welcoming as you pressed yourself up to kiss him.

~ You deepened the kiss with a whimper when you heard his soft groan, and you didn't hesitate to press him flat on the bed. Crawling over his body, you straddled him. You arched into his touch like a cat in heat, your body burning with desire - a pent-up desire that has brought tears of frustration for many nights before.

~ When you grinded your hips against him, you almost lost your breath - and you definitely lost your mind when his hands found your hips, pulling you back down and guiding them into a swaying movement as you pressed your flushed face against his neck. Breathy gasps left your raw-bitten lips each time his hard length brushed against your clothed clit, sending sparks of uncontrolled pleasure through your body. His palm cradled the back of your neck as you gasped your pleasure into his skin, his other hand sneaking under your shirt to ghost over your naked skin.

~ "Having fun without me? I'm quite disappointed, Viktor." Jayce's voice pulled you from the hazy feeling in your mind and, instinctively, you tried to pull away - only to be stopped by Viktor's hand, who pushed your face back into his neck with a gentle shushing noise.

~ You could only squirm against Viktor's cock when Jayce pulled down the blanket. His warm hands pushed up your shirt and teasing lips left soft, sweet kisses over the expanse of your naked skin, droplets of water spilling from his wet hair. And then you felt him lean over and...

~ Your face grew even more flushed when he realized he was kissing Viktor.

~ But he wasn't done with you. Jayce's hands covered Viktor's own your hips and forced you to take a sharper, harder turn in your thrusts - an action that made Viktor break away from the kiss with a hissed curse. And then you felt Jayce's smile against your shoulder, followed by whispered words: "He likes it rough, sweetheart."

~ You outright moaned when his hand sneaked inside your shorts, ghosting over your soaked panties while Viktor guided one of your hands to his clothed, straining erection. And you rubbed it cautiously, a bit concerned at how big it felt against your hand, fingers twitching whenever Jayce's touch brushed against your clothed clit.

~ It was an onslaught of pleasure that left you breathless and dizzy, gently grinding down on the fingers teasing you.

~ It drove you fully, completely insane. It felt so good - and you berated yourself for waiting so long, for not doing this sooner. You were ready to combust into flames because of the tension inside you, the gnawing feeling deep inside your bones.

~ When Viktor pulled you further up his body, you were barely clear-headed enough to press your palms to the wall for balance. You felt hands push your shirt up and, when you opened your mouth to speak, a loud whimper escaped instead of words as lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tugging teasingly on the sensitive buds. Cold fingers pinched the other. You were almost seeing stars, looking at the wall in front of you and unable to comprehend how exactly did you end up like this.

~ And then Jayce's fingers slipped into your panties, touching your soaked skin - and your mind went completely blank. You heard him curse behind you, whispering how wet, how hungry for their cocks you were. You nodded your head desperately, pushing back against his fingers with building desperation - and when one of his fingers finally slipped inside, you sighed in relief as you slowly relaxed around the intrusion.

~ It felt a bit uncomfortable, yet satisfying. And you pressed down further, walls fluttering around the single digit when Viktor bit gently on your nipple, sending sparks of plain and pleasure down to your clit.

~ The first finger was followed by a second. By the time his third finger was inside, you were grinding down on his hand with increasing urgency, fingers digging into the wall.

~ You made a noise of confusion when Jayce drew out his fingers, pulling you off Viktor. Until you heard his words.

~ "I'll fuck you first. I'm gonna prepare you for him." Ah, yes. So he was as big as you had expected. The realization left you trembling with anticipation, well aware that it would be a long night.

~ While Jayce pressed you down on your back, you watched Viktor get comfortable against the pillows. He had a cigarette in one, ready to light it. Your brows furrowed. You had never seen him smoke. As you prepared to scold him for smoking in the first place, you were distracted as Jayce pulled off your shorts and panties, pressing his heated length against your soaking lips with a heavy thrust.

~ "Eyes on me, sugar." You turned your wide eyes to Jayce. Beautiful Jayce, with his damp hair and handsome face. You've heard so many girls and women talk about him. And here you were, in bed with him. As his soulmate.

~ It still felt surreal.

~ You relaxed further when he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips - different from his usual ones - and you didn't protest when he nudged your thighs open with his own. But you did tense a bit when you felt the flushed head of his cock pressing teasingly against your opening. Your nails dig into his shoulders in nervous anticipation. You knew it would hurt, at least a bit. You couldn't help but feel nervous.

~ Jayce deepened the kiss when he started pressing inside you, a slow determination that forced you to arch your back through soft whimpers. It was painful, a stretch that brought tears to the corner of your eyes. He was bigger than you had anticipated. You shuddered only thinking of how Viktor would feel.

~ The slow roll of his hips left you breathless, gasping for breath when he pulled away to watch you as he pushed himself fully inside of your heated, soaking core. You threw your head back against the covers, overwhelmed, and felt him twitch, pressing just a bit harder inside.

~ A slow, patient rhythm - slightly pulling out, then pushing deeply inside. It left you clawing at his back, breath held in anticipation for every thrust that would follow. He maintained it with an annoying accuracy, to which you responded by biting his shoulder sharply. The satisfaction you felt from hearing his pained hiss was short-lived as he pushed you down into the covers, thrusting hard into you. Your legs shook at the force behind it - and you moaned sharply, hiding your face into the blanket.

~ "That was a very mean things to do, my dear." You heard Viktor's voice to your right, calm and nonchalant. Your walls fluttered violently around Jayce as you took in his thick, accented voice.

~ "Looks like she has a thing for your voice." Jayce didn't even sound surprised when he huffed those words.

~ You could almost feel the satisfaction rolling off Viktor.

~ And that's when Jayce truly went to business. Hard, deep thrusts that had no mercy behind them, that left you gasping for breath between broken whimpers and moans. Every thrust filled you with burning pleasure - yet it wasn't enough for you to reach an orgasm. And when he came, a few minutes later, you were left shaking and wanting more.

~ You weren't even surprised when Jayce flipped you to your belly and pushed you to Viktor - Viktor, who was watching you with heavy and dark eyes. Cigarette long forgotten.

~ "He's waiting, princess." And indeed he was, legs open with an erection bulging against his pants.

~ You looked to Jayce again with a questioning look in your eyes and he only grinned cheekily as he whispered in your ear. "Ride him."

~ Your heart fluttered as you turned to look at Viktor again, biting your lip in quiet contemplation. And then you crawled slowly over him as Jayce tugged Viktor's pants off, impatient to see you take the other man.

~ You didn't dare look at his cock, opting instead to softly kiss him. Your hand cupped his sharp cheek and you felt him relax against you with a sigh - a sigh that turned into a drawn out moan when you sat on his lap, your soaked folds dragging over his throbbing, thick cock.

~ He was longer and thicker than Jayce, enough to make you quite concerned about how he'd fit.

~ You could barely take Jayce. How in the name of Gods were you going to take him?

~ Your question was answered for you when Jayce's hands gently pulled your hips back - and moments later you were slowly pushed down on Viktor's cock. You whimpered at the renewed stretch, body trembling as your walls squeezed in protest at the overwhelming feeling.

~ "You're doing good, sweetheart." Jayce's voice rasped against your ear, sending shivers down your glistening body. "Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now." You heard the low tremble in his voice and it was enough for you to push yourself down, taking another portion of Viktor's cock inside you.

~ A long whine left you. You already felt so full. Full to bursting. But Jayce encouraged you to push down further and, to your surprise, you could take more. His words were muffled in your ear, words of encouragement, one hand reaching to pinch your left nipple between his thick fingers.

~ And then you were completely seated on Viktor's lap. With a heavy sigh, you relaxed your muscles around the uncomfortable stretch, curiously rocking your hips for a better position.

~ What you didn't expect was the sharp gasp from Viktor, one arm thrown over his eyes as he unconsciously thrust up into you. As you whimpered at the sudden pressure caused by his movement, you leaned over him - and then you slowly rose to your shaking knees, before falling back in a sharp sway of your hips.

~ You couldn't take your eyes away from him. While Jayce seemed much more confident in taking his pleasure, Viktor was clearly holding back. One hand gripping your thigh tightly, the other one pulling on his own hair with gritted teeth and shut eyes.

~ The most controlled man you had ever met, completely out of control.

~ And Jayce, Piltover's sweetheart, breathing heavily over your shoulder, enjoying the view as much as you did. His hands still guiding the gentle rocking of your hips, forcing you to go faster and harder - forcing you to take Viktor to the hilt, a sharp pleasurable pressure on your most sensitive spots.

~ You never thought you'd ever feel this full.

~ You never thought you would enjoy being so full.

~ As you leaned over Viktor, hands resting on his chest, you started putting more force into your hips - desperate to reach a point of relief, to finally have the tension snap. You were so wet you could hear it, the loud sound turning your ears red with embarrassment.

~ It only made you more wet, your sensitive and raw feeling skin fluttering around the thick, hot cock inside of you, tightening it like a vice.

~ And you could feel Viktor twitching madly inside of you, drawn closer and closer to his orgasm by your very presence on top of him, by the incredibly tight feeling around his cock. You were so very wet around him, driving him insane -

~ You were caught by surprise when he finally opened his eyes, golden orbs swimming in lust and pleasure as he glanced between you and Jayce, who was looking just over your shoulder, a constant, reassuring heat behind you.

~ When Viktor pulled you down to his chest, you went willingly. Too tired to keep yourself up. You rested for a few moments, his cock still deep inside of you. His hands caressing your heated skin for a few long moments, before securing their hold around your waist.

~ You downright wailed when he thrust inside you forcefully, pushing the air out of your lungs as you gasped and whimpered into his ear.

~ It was almost too much, too overwhelming. But Jayce's hands were a reassuring weight on your back, and Viktor's familiar scent in your lungs. You couldn't help but relax into the hard, rhythmic thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge - the knot in your lower stomach growing harder and harder to ignore.

~ When Jayce sneaked a hand between your lungs to flick at your sensitive, swollen clit you were gone. Thighs shaking violently while loud whimpers left your lips uncontrollably, you spasmed around Viktor's cock almost painfully. It took you almost two minutes to ride out your orgasm - and it took you another three to realize Viktor had also finished, his cock softening inside of you.

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~ The next morning, you woke up splattered across Viktor's chest, with Jayce spooning the younger man. A soft smile appeared on your face as you glanced at the two man you've grown to love so much - your soulmates.

~ And as you snuggled closer to Viktor, you realized you wouldn't have it any other way.

So, I know I didn't really get into detail when it comes to married stuff - but I hope it will still have enough fluff and... yeah.

Somehow it also turned into a NSFW piece. I mean, it's Jayce and Viktor. It was bound to happen.

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