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If you are looking for prompts: Sick Jayce with Kink Viktor and kink reveal. Maybe Jayce starts to put the pieces together. Or maybe Viktor confesses either out of misplaced guilt or just to make Jayce feel better about his strong messy sneezes.

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thank you so much for the prompt and for reading over the fic while it was in progress! i hope i did it justice :)

MLM j/ayvik sickfic with sick j/ayce and snzkink v/iktor

it’s 3.1k words and a bit disjointed, but i hope someone can enjoy !!

contains: coughing, mentions of mess (no graphic description though), and sneezing ofc

Viktor lingers at the entrance of the lab, observing his partner’s surprisingly sickly state.

It’s almost embarrassing to watch Jayce run a finger beneath his nose, sniffling liquidly. Congestion catches in a throat, resulting in a pathetically phlegmy cough muffled by his sleeve.

“You sound terrible,” Viktor says bluntly, feeling a sense of pride as Jayce whips around in surprise, fumbling to compose himself in front of his partner. That pride quickly turns to worry as Jayce muffles another barking cough into his elbow.

Viktor hesitates for a moment, considering the implications of the gesture before placing a hand on Jayce’s shoulder. Without second thought, his thumb moves to rub along Jayce’s shoulder blade, “just breathe.”

It takes a few moments and a series of sputtering breaths, but Jayce manages to catch his breath, straightening back up. His face is flushed— more so than before— and he winces as his adam’s apple bobs with a swallow.

A frown tugs on Viktor’s lips; Jayce never manages sore throats well, insisting on talking through the pain until he’s left voiceless.

Viktor examines Jayce’s face, his lips pursing to a thin line as he notices his fever-glazed eyes. Their usual inviting warmth is glassed over in a distant haze.

“I thought you were more intelligent than this, Jayce,” Viktor tuts softly, dropping his hand to his side as he realizes it’s still resting on Jayce’s shoulder.

“You–... whad?” Jayce asks, torn between surprise and confusion at the slight insult. His voice, usually clear with practiced annunciation, is dulled in thick congestion. To anyone else, it may just be dismissed as a cruel symptom of the common cold, but to Viktor, it’s enrapturing. Every stunted synonym, clouded in congestion and followed with a liquid sniffle, makes him want to hear more.

“You have a fever, and yet you’re here, spreading germs throughout our lab,” Viktor admonishes, though there’s no real bite to his tone. Afterall, he’s quite enjoying Jayce in this state.

A smile pricks at Viktor’s lips; he has Jayce caught.

There’s no plausible excuse for Jayce’s appearance and hacking coughs beside illness, and by the looks of it, an undercity illness. It isn’t entirely uncommon for Piltover citizens to catch colds from Zaunite traders, and contagion is always quick to ravage through the underexposed immune systems of Piltover.

“I’ve been careful nod tdo douch anythigg excebt by desgk,” Jayce defends tiredly, running and hand through his hair, “I had an idea aboud the…” Jayce’s voice trails off, and Viktor’s chest tightens in worry, his hand returning to his partner’s shoulder.

Viktor’s worry shifts to arousal as Jayce’s eyebrows knit together, his nostrils flaring and his mouth falling agape as his breath hitches. It catches once, twice, followed by a sharp gasp and then, “hhHDDSZXCHhew!” directed against his shoulder. The expulsion is accompanied with a tired groan, and it becomes evident to Viktor that there will be more to come.

He swallows, once again feeling heat pool in the depths of his stomach. His eyes linger on the speckles dampening Jayce’s shirt, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he fights his arousal.

“Bless you.”

“Thangks,” Jayce sounds worse than before, if it’s possible, and yet he exhausts his voice just to say thank you.

‘Pilties’ Viktor thinks ‘and their incessant pleasantries’

His thoughts are interrupted as Jayce’s expression shifts again, his handsome features melting into a hazy pre-sneeze expression. Jayce’s breath doesn’t hitch this time, the sneeze tearing through him without a second's hesitation “hHRSDXCGch!”

The harsh expulsion sends shivers through Viktor’s body, his fingers tightening around the grip of his crutch as he struggles to keep his composure.

“Bless you. Again,” Viktor offers, doing his best to seem disinterested in Jayce’s attempts to wipe away the aftermath of the sneeze.

“God, sorry,” Jayce apologizes with a thick sniffle, “I kdow id’s gross.”

Viktor’s stomach lurches with a sudden ache of guilt at Jayce’s apology. Even without his kink, he never wants to give the impression that Jayce should have to apologize for bodily reactions, especially while ill.

“You can’t help it,” he dismisses, but Jayce continues to look embarrassed. Viktor’s frowns, struggling to come up with a solution to reassure Jayce— that is, other than admitting to his arousal over Jayce’s sneezes.

No, he’d told himself he wouldn’t ever express that ‘interest’ to Jayce. Sure, he occasionally feels guilty for admiring his lover's sneezes without his knowledge; Viktor has considered telling Jayce before out of a guilty conscience, and he’s carefully considered how Jayce might react. He’s narrowed it down to five main hypotheses, two of which are positive, and three of which result in some amount of judgement.

Viktor has never been one to gamble, and doing so with 2:3 odds seems entirely foolish. Especially in relation to someone as important as Jayce; it’s a risk he can’t take.

Except it’s a risk that’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, “I was hobing you wouldn’d see be ligke dhis,” Jayce admits, his usually taut shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

“Always stubborn,” Viktor says, pointedly offering Jayce a small smile. To his dismay, it doesn’t have the effect he’d hoped for, and he’s met with another sheepish blush from Jayce.

Viktor can’t help but raise a hand, his slim fingers brushing over Jayce’s flushed cheek before moving to cover his forehead. Jayce’s skin is uncomfortably hot and dewy under Viktor’s cold palm, but the movement elicits a contended hum from Jayce.

The sick man leans into the touch, his eyes drooping shut in a moment of slight relief. Viktor moves his hand upwards to sift it through Jayce’s hair instead, his fingers gently scratching along Jayce’s scalp.

Viktor smiles as he’s met with another noise of contentment, continuing the comforting movement of his fingers. Jayce can’t help but lean closer to Viktor, always searching to be in nearer proximity with his partner.

Jayce’s temporary relief is replaced with a renewed sense of embarrassment as his breath suddenly hitches in a sharp “hhH-“ before he twists to the side, misting the air with the expulsion, “hhHNGSZXCHh!”

Viktor’s fingers tighten around his cane again as he notices the gradually increasing tightness of his pants, “Gesundheit,” he offers, almost in praise for the sneeze.

Jayce’s feverish blush only deepens as he wipes at his nose, wishing his partner would stop watching him so closely. After a few seconds of silence, Jayce sighs, resting his face in his hands and slumping forwards in slight defeat, “You musd thingk I’b disgusding.”

“Not at all,” Viktor is quick to dismiss, “although I believe some rest would benefit you.”

Jayce huffs out a laugh, resulting in a few coughs muffled against his elbow, “yeah… you’re probably righd.”

Viktor’s heart flutters slightly as Jayce rubs his nose between his thumb and forefinger, massaging his fingers into the itchy appendage. Jayce’s nostrils flare under his touch, and Viktor feels his breath catch as Jayce pinches his nose shut. Jayce shudders forwards with a pathetically stifled sneeze— if it wasn’t so hot, Viktor might find it amusing how awful the supposedly perfect “golden boy” is at stifling sneezes.

“hhNNGXXSXchh!”

A pained whimper sounds from Jayce as a result of the stifle, and he’s quick to release his nose from it’s grasp, “Fugk- Why did I- hh-... hhH- Ndot again-“ Jayce’s voice trails off, his expression desperately itchy as his reddened nostrils flare.

Viktor’s body is thrumming with arousal as he watches Jayce, every hitch and whine sending heat straight to his stomach. His fingers itch to touch Jayce, to hold his waist, his hips, his thighs, his nose. God, what Viktor would give to just reach out and trace his fingers along the bridge of Jayce’s nose.

Viktor can’t look away, every once of his focus devoted to observing the sick man. Alongside his arousal is the nagging moral quandary of his fetish. ‘It’s not worth the risk’ Viktor reminds himself. He’s a scientist, for God’s sake, and an esteemed one at that; he can handle hearing a few sneezes from his partner… can’t he?

“hhHSDSXHCHew! Oh God-“ Jayce manages to catch the sneeze against his palm, but doesn’t particularly enjoy the spray cast across his skin.

Luckily for Jayce, he looks up to find Viktor’s hand outstretched, a handkerchief limply held by slim fingers.

“Thangk you,” Jayce says as he accepts the cloth, wiping off his palm before attending to his nose. His typical confidence is gone, his usual boundless self seemingly restrained in his vulnerability. Embarrassment isn’t a particularly flattering sight on Jayce; it’s awkward, his self-consciousness almost tangible.

“You have a fever,” Viktor notes aloud, his hand returning to Jayce’s forehead, “a sore throat, and a headache, unless I’m mistaken.”

Jayce just leans into the touch once again, taking a small step closer to Viktor, his hand resting on his partner’s waist. “Am I mistaken?” Viktor prompts as Jayce doesn’t reply, his hand tangling itself gently in Jayce’s hair once again.

“Ndo,” Jayce admits, allowing himself to submit to Viktor’s care— it’s much easier than trying to argue with Viktor, who just happens to be the most stubborn person Jayce knows.

Viktor continues scratching his fingers along Jayce’s scalp, smiling as he receives a quiet hum of satisfaction from the sick man.

Jayce’s nose twitches, his eyebrows knitting together as he feels a buzzing sensation form in his sinuses. In the pretense of not sneezing on Viktor, Jayce snaps to the side, his body doubling over with a resounding, “hhHRRSXCHhww!” directed at the floor.

Viktor shifts, his arousal straining against the tight confines of his pants again. His eyes linger momentarily on the mess left sprayed across the floor. Jayce notices his line of sight, sniffling and rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly, “sorry, I always get ligke this when I’b sigk.”

Viktor swallows, wishing Jayce’s voice didn’t have such an effect on him, “Eh, don’t apologize” he dismisses, “And bless you.”

“It’s okay Vik, I kdow id’s gross.” Jayce protests, rubbing his nose with the handkerchief again. Viktor averts his eyes, shifting his stance again as he finds it harder and harder to keep his mind off of his arousal.

“I mean, c’mon can’d eben look ad mbe,” Jayce says guiltily, basically pouting at Viktor like a sick, lost dog.

‘Damnit’ Viktor curses internally, taking a little breath and meeting Jayce’s gaze again. His expression softens, and he holds his free hand up to Jayce’s face, gently brushing his thumb along his partner’s cheek.

It’s typically Jayce who initiates physical affection, but Viktor knows how receptive the man is to touch, “I’m not so easily dissuaded by things like sneezes. You’re ill, your body must expel the illness to protect itself. Besides, I don’t find it nearly as disgusting as you may think.”

Much to Viktor’s surprise, Jayce recoils from the touch, bringing a hand up to shield his face. Viktor’s lips purse into a thin line, swallowing his disappointment at the gesture. They stand in a tense silence for a moment before Jayce clears his throat, or at least tries to, though it sounds more like a phlegmy, stuttered cough.

“I’ll ged oud of your hair.”

Viktor reaches out to Jayce, his hand resting on the slightly dampened fabric clutching Jayce’s wrist, “Jayce–” he cuts himself off upon seeing Jayce’s expression. He looks downtrodden, evidently ignoring Viktor’s reassurances and ruminating in self-deprecation instead.

Jayce’s embarrassment is only worsened as his nostrils flare again, a sure sign that the bothersome appendage isn’t done. Viktor bites his tongue as Jayce shrugs off his hand, grabbing his work bag and tossing it over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you- hh- tom-hh… tomorrow,” Jayce mumbles, averting his gaze from Viktor’s. He barely manages to get the simple sentence out before doubling over with a resounding, “hhHZZSCHHhew!”

After a moment of deliberation, Vitkor allows himself to murmur, “bless you.” Except this time he doesn’t restrain himself or stifle the heat pooling in his abdomen.

Jayce immediately perks up in response to the gentle blessing, recognizing the way Viktor’s accent comes out stronger than usual. Viktor feels his face flush in brief embarrassment, but keeps his cool, reminding himself that this is for Jayce’s sake– although he can’t help the thought that Jayce might be indulgent in his ‘interest’.

Reluctantly, Jayce meets Viktor’s eyes, one hand cupped over his streaming nose. Viktor practically melts at the sight, stepping closer to his partner without second thought, “if you’re truly insistent on leaving, at least let me accompany you back to your room.”

Jayce nods, his embarrassment temporarily forgotten in the face of Viktor’s obvious affection. He watches as Viktor places a hand on his waist, sliding it to the small of his back.

“You’re really nod grossed oud?” Jayce asks hesitantly, observing the flicker of arousal in Viktor’s eyes as he speaks.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Viktor murmurs as his fingers play along the fabric of Jayce’s shirt. Now it’s Jayce’s turn to feel a fluttering in his stomach, though the liquid clinging to his nostrils reminds him of his current condition.

“Whad if I’m contagious?” Jayce asks, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought that he might get Viktor sick. The question elicits a soft scoff from Viktor, “Pilties,” he dismisses with a slight smile, “In Zaun, sickness is not so difficult to come by. Even with my disease, I’m less susceptible to these colds than you are.”

“Oh,” Jayce’s response hangs in the air as he mentally chastises himself for not thinking of that before.

“Yes, ‘oh’”, Viktor repeats with a grin, continuing to rub his fingers along the small of Jayce’s back.

“So you… you don’d mind,” Jayce says hesitantly, his eyes studying Viktor’s face.

“I think you know I don’t.”

Jayce swallows. Viktor’s voice is practically a purr of arousal at this point. He opens his mouth to respond, but instead his breath hitches, “hhH-“

His nostrils flare, and he barely raises a hand to haphazardly cover as he snaps forwards with a harsh, “hhHRSXHCHhew!”

“Bless you Solnishko,” Viktor murmurs, causing Jayce to blush crimson at the petname, which translates to “little sun”.

“Thangk you,” he sputters in response, sniffling and fumbling to clean himself up with the handkerchief.

“When we first started our… partnership, you said you value honesty above all,” Viktor says, gripping his cane until his knuckles whiten. God, why is he so anxious over this?

“Mhm,” Jayce sounds in agreement, tucking the sodden handkerchief back in his pocket.

Viktor pauses, his nerves getting the best of him as Jayce looks at him with glassy, feverish eyes.

“You habve a thing for sdeezing” Jayce fills the tense silence, “I’ve been suspicious for a while, bud now I’b preddy confidend.”

Viktor blushes crimson, feeling sheepish at the thought of Jayce suspecting his fetish.

“Yes, I do,” He admits, his eyes scanning Jayce’s face for any idiosyncrasies that might reveal how he’s feeling, “Is that… okay?”

Much to Viktor’s surprise, Jayce’s lips quirk into a grin, “I thought mby theory was far fedched,” he admits, “I’b a liddle surprised, but I’b glad to kdow you really don’t mind mbe sdeezing all over myself.”

Viktor lets out a little breath of relief, a tension easing in his shoulders, “You don’t have any other “theories” about me, do you?” He inquires, raising an eyebrow at his partner.

Jayce just shrugs innocently, smiling as he teases, “Maybe, maybe nod.”

Viktor feels his blush deepen, but it’s accompanied with a stirring in his stomach. His hand still rests on Jayce’s lower back, and he presses two fingers gently against Jayce’s spine, pulling him closer with the slightest touch.

“Hm,” he hums, a smirk tugging at his lips, “I have some theories of my own.”

Jayce practically melts into Viktor’s touch, stepping closer and swallowing as Viktor’s hand trails higher up his back. He’s about to reply when his nostrils flare again, a series of hitching breaths starting again, “hhh- … heh…. hHh- hhH-“

Viktor holds Jayce’s waist tightly, his fingers effortlessly gliding over the fabric of Jayce’s shirt as he waits.

“hhrRRSCHhhew!”

Jayce sputters slightly in the aftermath of the sneeze, not having expected it to grate his throat so terribly.

“Bless you love,” Viktor murmurs, bringing a hand up to wipe at the moisture clinging to Jayce’s upper lip. Jayce blushes crimson, but allows Viktor to clean him up. He can practically feel Viktor’s arousal radiating from him, every gentle touch bathed in desire.

Jayce sniffles liquidly, moving closer to bury his face in Viktor’s shoulder. Viktor hums at the affectionate movement, letting his hand travel further up Jayce’s back and massage along his shoulder blades.

Jayce’s shoulders relax slightly in response, their tension alleviated by Viktor’s touch. “There’s no point in you exhausting yourself further,” Viktor says as he takes Jayce’s bookbag from him, ignoring the pain through his back as he shoulders Jayce’s bag, “Let’s go.”

“I can carry mby own-“

Viktor cuts Jayce off with a quiet tsk, leading him out of the lab.

Viktor’s pace is slower than Jayce’s, as usual, but Jayce isn’t nearly as composed as he typically is. His hair is tousled, his nose red and raw, and his shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

Even in Jayce’s sick state, it doesn’t take long for the couple to reach Jayce’s room. Viktor watches as Jayce fumbles to fit the key in the lock, his feverish haze dulling his movements. After a moment, he manages to open the door, glancing at Viktor as he says, “You cad come in… id’s nod usually this messy.”

Viktor dismisses Jayce’s anxiety with the wave of his hand. He’s accustomed to living in slightly messy places, partially because of his childhood im Zaun, and partially due to his inability to tidy his room like everyone else does. He has a system – a system that works for him, but admittedly leaves his room less than presentable. It’s suffice to say, Jayce’s apartment is hardly messy by Viktor’s standards.

Besides, there are often weekends where Viktor crashes at Jayce’s rather than going back to his own place. It started out of convenience, but as of late, the couple has found themselves practically living with each other.

Viktor drops Jayce’s bookbag on the counter before following Jayce back to his bedroom, noting the tissues strewn across his sick lover’s floor.

It takes time and quite a bit of coaxing, but Viktor convinces Jayce to let him stay the night. He rests beside Jayce, murmuring blessings for every sneeze and sifting his hand through Jayce’s hair gently.

Eventually, Jayce falls into a heavy sleep, his head resting on Viktor’s chest as he breathes noisily through his mouth. All in all, it’s not so terrible being sick, not when he’s with Viktor.

sorry for the sudden ending, but i wanted to post this fic since it’s taken me so long to finish !! i’ll hopefully be writing more since finals are done, so if anyone has prompts i’d love to hear them :)

any comments and reblogs are appreciated, they motivate me to keep writing !! (criticism is welcome too, just make it constructive and not mean please)

also to those who sent asks in my inbox, thank you :) i currently have a few fics in the works, and i’m hoping to post them this week!

[silentsneezes]

If it were anyone else- Jayvik Snz fic

Viktor is sick and refusing to rest- Jayce is pulling out clumps of his hair. 

A 4.5k snzfic written in my attempt to recover from the show (it’s not working)

A lil snippet:

He held it up to his face, body tensed stiff, eyebrows raised and eyes scrunched closed before suddenly he let out a little, gasping breath and ducked forward into the handkerchief-

“HH’ungtx…Hh’etngx..” They were stifled into near silence and if Jayce hadn’t been surreptitiously watching him, he doubting he would have heard anything at all.

Viktor mopped up his nose with the handkerchief, this time using it to press against his nose as if to ward off any further, itchy sensation. He seemed to let out a tiny groan before putting the cloth away and picking the manuscripts back up again.

Full fic under the cut.

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Morning light streamed through the semi-transparent windows of their lab, Jayce blinked a little as the light fell across his face. 

He was tinkering with a Hexclaw prototype- they’d pretty much got it down but the cooling mechanism sometimes reacted with the pulse of energy that surged through the wiring from the Hexcore. Some more insulation around the central wiring perhaps…

The door creaked open and Viktor shuffled in, nodding his head in his customary hello.

Jayce watched as his partner walked over, he seemed a little stiffer today, weight pressing a touch heavier on his cane than usual. He’d ask about it later.

“Morning Vik, could you take a look at this, I’ve added insulation to the central wiring but I’m not sure if that will rub against the gears if they fully contract it.”

“Let me see.” Viktor leaned over his shoulder- smelling of mahogany and slightly of sleep still. He sniffed lightly as he took a look- murmuring under his breath as he rotated the the Hexclaw and extended it slowly.

“Hmm, I believe this will be fine. See here, even fully extended the cogs have full rotation. We can test it later.”

“Okay, I’ll get to work on the locking system then.”

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to speak to you ab–hhhh…” Viktor suddenly paused in his speech, eyebrows raised and eyes squeezed shut. He raised a finger to his nose, pressed lightly before the sensation seemed to abate and he shook his head softly to clear any remnants. “Sorry, err, yes I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that.”

Jayce studied Viktor’s face, had he needed to sneeze? Whatever it was, it didn’t paint an optimistic picture when coupled with just how exhausted Viktor looked. Even darker eye bags were swept beneath his eyes and there was a tired tension about his face, like when he was having one of his worser pain days.

“Because, whilst I agree the HexClaw must have some preventative measures-”

“Did you sleep okay?” Jayce butted in before he could help himself.

Viktor looked a little taken aback, slender fingers curling harder against the cane he was leaning on.

“Why– I… Yes. Why do you ask?”

It was Jayce’s turn to be sheepish. “You just look..you seem.”

“Tired?” Viktor supplied helpfully. “You’re right, except im always tired. And strangely it seems to hit me worst when in a room with you.” Viktor flashed a small, mischievous smile.

Throwing himself back in the chair, Jayce bent an elbow and jabbed it playfully into Viktor’s ribs.

But instead of tapping him back, Viktor was suddenly recoiling, twisting to the side and coughing heavily into a fist, his slender frame shaking with each one. 

“Fuck, Viktor I-,” stammered Jayce, getting to his feet and resisting the urge to grasp Viktor’s shoulder, “I didn’t mean-.”

Viktor shook his head through the fit, waving his free hand.

“It’s-,” he was cut off again by a gulping breath, desperately trying to draw air back into his lungs, “It’s okay. I’m okay. It just jolted me.”

Jayce was at a loss for words. That really hadn’t sounded good, if it were anyone else he’d urge them to go and rest.

But Viktor had told him he didn’t like being treated like some fragile porcelain doll, that sometimes days were hard but he wanted to push through anyways.

“I’ll…I’ll get you some water.” He finally rushed out. Something practical. Something with his hands. That made more sense.

He walked over to the tap, let the water run cold then filled a cup. 

As he turned back around, Viktor was already at his desk, glasses on and turning their formative blueprints for a filtration system over in his hands.

“Here.” He placed the cup down on the desk.

Viktor didn’t look up, just reached out and sipped some- “Thanks.”

The message was clear- we don’t need to talk about it.

Sighing, Jayce returned to his own desk and attempted to refocus back on his work.

A couple hours passed in pleasant quiet, the only sounds the slight hiss as he burnt away areas of the insulation that were potentially too thick and the scratch of Viktor’s pencil against paper.

Jayce, however, had found he hadn’t accomplished as much as he’d intended by now. He kept getting distracted- glancing over at Viktor as the sunlight fell across his cheek or his brow tensed in that way it always did moments before he’d figure something out. 

Fuck he was at it again.

But he’d also noticed, a few of the times he’d looked over, Viktor would raise a handkerchief, swipe it under his nose and blow gently, so quietly he couldn’t hear from where he sat.

Maybe it was the turn of the seasons?

He switched his gaze back towards the Hexclaw but as he did movement flashed in the corner of his eye. Viktor had raised the handkerchief again but this time he seemed frozen in place.

He held it up to his face, body tensed stiff, eyebrows raised and eyes scrunched closed before suddenly he let out a little, gasping breath and ducked forward into the handkerchief-

“HH’ungtx…Hh’etngx..” They were stifled into near silence and if Jayce hadn’t been surreptitiously watching him, he doubting he would have heard anything at all.

Viktor mopped up his nose with the handkerchief, this time using it to press against his nose as if to ward off any further, itchy sensation. He seemed to let out a tiny groan before putting the cloth away and picking the manuscripts back up again.

But just as he’d picked his pencil back up, the tip pressing against the corner of his mouth, the sensation seemed to ambush his senses once again and he hurriedly raised the back of a hand to stifle a breathy, practically soundless sneeze into it. And again.

Okay, Jayce was full on staring now, he’d have to look away soon else Viktor would take notice.

So with tremendous effort, he tore his eyes away. He’d perfected the insulation, now to adjust the mobility of the fingers- they were still deciding whether to let them move individually or as one…

Sometime later, with the sun cresting over the midday point, Jayce put the machine back down again.

“I’m gonna get some food,” he said, pushing up from the desk, “Want me to grab you something?”

Viktor looked up from his work and fuck if he was tired before, he looked downright weary now. Purple, shadowy discolouration hung beneath his eyes and his face looked even more drawn than usual. 

“I-,” he broke off to clear his throat thickly, “I’ll just have some sweetmilk if they have any.”

Again, with anyone else he would ask- ‘that it?’ but he’d learnt long ago not to question his partner’s eating habits. It was better than nothing- which was far too often the answer.

“Sure, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Half an hour later, sweetmilk in tow, Jayce pushed back through the lab doors.

Viktor was over by his station, peering down at the adjustments he’d made to the Hexclaw.

“Thoughts?” said Jayce, walking over and handing him the sweetmilk.

“Hmm, the insulation looks perfect but I’m thinking we compromise between full finger mobility and none at all.” his voice was thicker than earlier, congested perhaps, his accent even more pronounced than usual.

“What did you have in mind?”

“What if we introduce single-digit mobility but in ju–Hhhh.” he broke off, turned a little from Jayce and sniffled deeply, “sorry, in just the pointer finger.”

“Best of both worlds.” responded Jayce, nodding, “Okay, I can make the adjustments.”

“Hmm good. I made some changes to the filtration system too.”

The sniffing was getting more frequent now. Up close, rather than a few metres across the lab, the moisture that was beginning to settle in his nose and sinuses was evident.

“Just minor things like–HHh- like..exc–hH excuse me-”

Viktor twisted away from Jayce and hurriedly raised his, now rather worse-for-wear, handkerchief before taking two itchy, hitching breaths and tipping into the fabric-

“Hh’estchuuh–HH-Etsh’chuh..” they were wet and exhausting sounding. Jayce couldn’t help but cringe a little at the way they seemed to zap Viktor’s energy.

“Are you-”

Again, the wave of the hand, “Yes, yes. Come.” He motioned for Jayce to follow him to his desk, holding out the blueprints for him to inspect.

From what he could see, it seemed the efficiency of the system had been improved by heating the water to a lower but still effective temperature. In the Undercity, energy was precious- this would be a critical change.

“You’re brilliant, Viktor.” he breathed, mentally slapping himself for not noticing this potential improvement sooner.

“Yes, I though-HhHEH…sorry.. heh–H’ESt’Chuh.”

He’d fully twisted away from Jayce, hand gripping his cane as the force of the sneeze rippled through him. He slowly straightened up, rubbing the back of a hand against his nose which was starting to grow a touch pink around the nostrils.

This couldn’t go on, it was painful to watch.

“Bless you, Viktor. How are you feeling?”

“I-,” he was caught in a trap, there was no conceivable way he could wriggle out of this one. He cringed a little, shrugging his shoulders and mumbling- “Sorry, I think I may be coming down with something.”

Jayce wanted to reprimand him for apologising over something so normal and that that much was obvious but, pleased Viktor had let in him, however small, he held his tongue.

“You do look a little peaky, need me to get you anything? Maybe we can finish early tonight?”

Viktor shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing- “If anything, it’s just a cold Jayce.”

Then, reaching to take the plans back from Jayce’s hands and scribbling a note in the corner said- “See the meshing too? It’s just theoretical at the moment, but I think two layers would work just as well as three...” 

Hmm, so he was determined to push on anyways. It was like the admittance of not being well didn’t mean anything. Viktor wasn’t ‘well’ any day so why should this make a difference?

Well, if he wasn’t going to look out for his health, Jayce would just have to. Though as discreetly as possible- the energy his partner was giving off right now was like a honey badger- go on, try to coddle me- I dare you.

“Keep exploring that and we’ll test it later.” he said instead, trying not to let his exasperation leak into his voice.

Viktor just hmmed his confirmation, sat back down at his desk and and kept scribbling away.

The light was beginning to dim now, casting a warm orange glow through the lab. It was beginning to grow a chilly too and, as he looked over at Viktor, he was hunched in upon himself in his usual, awful posture perhaps attempting to keep the heat in.

Jayce turned the radiator on and sat back at his desk. Viktor had said it was just a cold and everyone got a bit sniffly every now and then right? He’d be okay if he just kept an eye on him right?

So with renewed determination he turned back to his work. He’d fixed the four fingers in place- now to make the pointer move…

They slipped into quiet again, though this time it was interrupted more frequently by Viktor sniffling or trying to clear his throat without sparking a coughing fit.

Try as he might to focus, he couldn’t help looking over a few times. Once, he’d since Viktor circling his temples with his knuckles as if trying to knead away a growing headache. 

Another time he’d stifled a fit into utter stillness once again (ducking into his elbow again and again and again) but Jayce had called out ‘bless you’ either way- which had earned him a glare through tired, hazy eyes.

But, at last, he’d finally finished the new mobility adjustments so, rising to his feet and stretching, he paced over to see what Viktor was up to.

He had put away the manuscripts and was now fiddling with a rudimentary, first-draft model of the filter machines- his fingers shaking slightly as he twisted and tightened the bolts.

“All done?” Viktor asked softly, sensing Jayce approaching.

“Mhmm. You mentioned earlier about the locking mechanism too, I was thinking it should be a key and code system.”

Viktor sighed, raising a palm to pummel at his forehead- “Ahh yes I’d completely forgotten about that.”

He raised his head from where it was hunched over at his work, turning to face Jayce properly.

Jayce’s couldn’t help the little squeeze of his chest as he looked down at his partner- the rapidly fading light hiding the redness around his eyes and nostrils but deepening the shadows.

And oh, bless him, he couldn’t help but notice the moisture that was collecting at the base of his nose. Poor guy, it was probably running like a tap.

“Give me a sec.” he blurted suddenly and hurried back to his own desk. He rifled through the drawers and produced what he was looking for.

As he turned back around, as suspected, Viktor was trying (and failing) to clean himself up using the sleeve of his jacket- his handkerchief likely well beyond the point of use.

“Want to borrow this?” Jayce asked- holding out one of his own handkerchiefs.

A flash of embarrassment rippled across Viktor’s face but then he sighed with resignation and extended a hand, turning fully away from Jayce to mop up his nose.

He didn’t blow it properly though, and as he turned back around to speak about the questions- his voice was thick with the congestion he hadn’t cleared.

“A key is likely to be lost and codes learnt. I think just a code but change it daily.”

How his mind was still coming up with the best solutions when he even looked miserable was beyond Jayce.

“Good idea. Should we test the filter?”

Vitkor glanced back at the machine he’d been tinkering and nodded “Yes, it is ready for a preliminary test.”

“Great!”

Jayce lifted it to the testing corner of their lab- hooking it up with a tap that ran there and placing a bucket for the clean water on the other side. He turned a tap that would add a drop of dye to the running water- allowing them to see how much would come through.

“Ready?” he asked Viktor who was leaning on his cane behind him, tiredly but pleasantly looking on.

“Ready.”

Jayce switched on the machine- it whurred to life- clear water spilling into the bucket. He turned to smile at Viktor when there was a loud whirring. The machine coughed and sputtered before suddenly pumping out thick vapour- slightly blue from the dye.

The vapour quickly dispersed, cloaking the two men in warm mist. Jayce heard the sounds of someone quickly stumbling backwards.

“Shii-Hhht…,” Viktor had tried to distance himself from the steam as much as possible but it had done its work. His hand was raised to his face in anticipation, breath hitching widely and audibly, nose and eyes tightly scrunched.

“Shit I’HhM g-gonna–Hhh!! HH’ Hgh’hSCHhiew…Hheh- HH’EACHEW! 

With each itchy sneeze he dipped desperately forward, hands tented over his nose and mouth to catch the mess.

“Fu–hhHH Jayce, t-turn ihHH-heh. Turn it off!”

Oh right. The machine was still on.

Hurriedly, Jayce fumbled through the steam to switch off the filtration device- hearing Viktor’s desperate, gasping breaths and wrenching sneeze after sneeze tear through him.

“Vik, are you okay?”

But Viktor was too heavily wrapped up in unbearable, itchy limbo, chest rising and expanding with fast, catching breaths.

“hh-! eH’SSCHIEW…..Hh’AESSCHuhh-! Fuck I ca-HHh, can’t sto-HH’EH’ESthciew…”

Jayce hurried over, wrapping an arm around Viktor’s shoulder and guiding him to his desk chair so he didn’t topple himself over with the force of his own sneezes.

The man continued to gasp and twitch beneath him with every step- they sounded harsh- exactly the opposite of what Viktor’s headache and no doubt sore throat needed.

“Try and breathe, you’re okay. You’re okay.” said Jayce, rubbing a hand up and down Viktor’s arm.

Viktor seemed to rally himself- forcing his breathing to calm though it was still interrupted by the occasional gasping inhale.

“That’s it.”

Viktor went stiff, breath stopping short before toppling over itself again- air rushing into the lungs with a final- “ Heh’GtSCHhh-!!”

They were both quiet for a moment- Jace suddenly became aware of his palm still pressed gently against Viktor’s upper arm, gave him a last little squeeze and withdrew it.

“That was…” he began slowly.

But, clearing his throat thickly and with a voice like tar, Viktor interjected- “I am sorry. That must have been… I.. well that must have been gross.” he seemed to grimace as he said this- turning his back to Jayce and reaching for the borrowed handkerchief laid on the desk. This time he had no choice but to properly blow the gunk from his nose.

“Hey it’s fine, don’t worry. We’ll fix the filtration device in no time too.”

Viktor just nodded back tiredly- “We can take a look at the formula later.” 

“Later? Technically we ‘clocked out’ 30 minutes ago.”

“I’ve still got some things I want to take a look at.”

Unable to stop the exasperation leaking into his voice, Jayce said- “You’re clearly not well Viktor, please, let’s just leave it here for today?”

Viktor stiffened in his seat, fingers curled tightly around his cane.

“You can get some rest and then we’ll tackle this tomorrow.” Jayce continued.

Viktor looked at him through red-rimmed, amber eyes- his expression unreadable.

“Jayce,” he began slowly, “I can look after… snfff… myself.”

“I know that but if you just-”

Viktor raised up a hand, “I’m not fragile,” he looked at him sternly now, willing him to understand, “I can work for a bit longer.”

Worry and frustration snaked around Jayce’s chest like thorns. On the one hand, Viktor only seemed to be getting worse and rapidly so. On the other, there was such hurt in those eyes. He wanted more than anything to simply be normal, be well.

Jayce wanted to reach out, take his partner in his arms and tell him none of that mattered to him, why would it?

But the urging in those eyes made him bite his tongue.

“Just a couple more hours.” he finally sighed.

“Good.” 

They both went back to work but Jayce wasn’t really doing anything. How could he when all he could think about was the slender form to his left, hunched and sniffling and yet determined no matter the cost to pledge on for the sake of Piltover?

He saw Viktor’s frame shake and rattle through another set of silenced sneezes, his shoulders drawing in on themselves as he groaned through a shuddery exhale.

Fuck this.

Jayce stood up, grumbling something about getting food and marched out of the lab. He couldn’t bare to watch anymore. 

He stomped off in the direction of the mess hall, footsteps echoing down the cool, shadowy doorways.

“Jayce?” he heard from behind him.

He swivelled around to face Mel, cloaked in a golden robe, eyeing him suspiciously.

His frustration must have been written on his face because she asked gently- “Is everything okay?”

He sighed heavily, running a large palm down the side of his face- “It’s Viktor. He’s sick as a dog but refusing to rest. He won’t listen to me and I-”

Mel stepped forward and placed a warm hand on his forearm, she smiled soothingly up at him- “It’s going to be okay. You know what he’s like but he’ll pull through.”

“I know he will in the end but why put himself through this pain in the process?”

She sighed, glancing out of a window, the flickering lights of Piltover shimmering against the midnight sky- “Sometimes we believe the pain is what we deserve.”

“Deserve? He deserves the world well, he deserves-”

She smiled, a flash of something, almost knowing, passing across her expression- “I know that, Jayce.”

They stood in silence for a few seconds, the sounds of wind as it slid against the Academy walls filling the lull.

“You should go to him.” she said at last.

And he did.

Jayce pushed back through the door to their lab, armed with a steaming cup of tea, another handkerchief and some pain meds he’d nabbed from the medical bay.

It was dark inside, the only light the one illuminating Viktor’s desk.

“Viktor?” he called out softly.

There was no reply.

As he stepped closer to the man’s desk he noticed his form was slumped forward, forearm on the table and his head flopped against it.

Oh, for God’s sake. 

“Viktor?” he tried again. He placed down the things bundled in his arms and hurried over. As he drew nearer he could hear the slow, ragged breaths coming from his slender form. 

“Vik?”

 He held a hand out and shook his partner’s shoulder’s softly. There was no response. 

Viktor’s sleeping face, though relaxed, was pale and sweaty, his hair plastered against his forehead. A sliver of moisture had collected under the chapped skin of his nose, drool gathering at the side of his mouth as he breathed craggedly through his mouth.

Jayce placed the back of his hand against his forehead to confirm his suspicions. Fuck. Dry heat emanated from his skin, sinking into the back of his hand.

“Fuck Viktor,” he said, voice hoarse, “You’re really burning up.”

There was still no response. Jayce was tempted for a moment to just let him sleep but, knowing Viktor’s medical needs to some extent, he knew it was bad for him to sleep in his back brace- especially not in this twisted position.

Plus, he needed to get some medicine in him for that fever. He didn’t think he’d ever felt someone that hot.

So he shook him again, more forcefully this time.

“Can you wake up for me?” he said softly, leaning closer.

Groggily, Viktor’s eyelashes fluttered open before suddenly his breath caught and he was snapping forehead with too desperate sneezes, too hazy and out of it to cover or care where they were directed.

“Hheh’’Estgnx…H’ESTCH–uhh.”

“Bless you, here.” And before Jayce really knew what he was doing, he’d turned around, fetched the clean handkerchief and had placed it around Viktor’s nose, mopping up the mess for him.

And, for once, Viktor let him.

He sniffled deeply, woozily raising his head to face Jayce. 

“Jayce I-”he began slowly before his features crumpled again and he tiredly raised the back of a wrist to collapse into with a-

“EHh’’etshcuhh…hH’Eh..”

His shoulders stayed raised in anticipation for a second sneeze but it never came and he let out a shaky, irritated exhale before looking back up at him with bleary, tear-strewn eyes.

“Jayce I….snffff..guh… I really don’t feel good.”

He must be really out of it to actually admit that.

“I know.” Jayce said gently, moving to lock an arm around Viktor’s shoulders, “I’m here though, you’re going to be okay. Let’s get you too bed, yeh?”

“I’m not sure I-” his voice trailed off, “I’m not sure I can make it myself.” he admitted quietly.

Jayce almost laughed- “You won’t be going alone. I’m here.”

And slowly he helped Viktor to his feet, feeling the feverish heat pulsing from his partner as his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Slowly, they began to head towards the exit. Jayce’s room was nearer- they’d go there.

“One step in front of the other.” he said softly as Viktor struggled to keep himself upright. He took hold of his weight more firmly- it was scaring him, just how much Vitkor was relying on him to walk. 

As they stepped out into the hallway, Viktor suddenly halted.

“HHH-hhold on a se-Hh second.” He’d raised his free hand to his face and was gasping softly, chest heaving in and out.

“It’s okay Vik, just let it out.”

“H’EHH’’echuhh… EH’EH’ngx…guhh, sorry I can’t-”

Jayce ran a hand up and down his back, soothing him softly- “There’s nothing to apologise for. Come on, we’re almost there.”

They trudged forwards, Viktor’s breath’s coming in as tight wheezes. How on earth had he gotten so sick so fast? Jayce supposed it was properly the meds he was on in an attempt to fight his disease- his immune system was shot.

Finally, they reached the doors to Jayce’s room. 

“Wait… this is…”

“Yes, my room. I’m not letting you walk any further.”

And ignoring Viktor’s mumbling protests he guided him through the apartment to his bedroom.

“Jayce.. This is too much, I can’t”

“That fevered brain of yours sure knows how to talk some bullshit huh? Come on.”

And gently he lowered Viktor onto the bed, tenderly removing his clothes and flicking the buckles that kept his leg brace in place. Slowly, he moved to Viktor’s back.

“Wait I-.” Viktor said hoarsely, jolting back, his body shaking as his skin was exposed to the cool air, “I can do it.”

“Please, Viktor, just let me do this for you.”

“It.. I-”

Jayce sat down on the bed. He couldn’t hide it any longer. He slipped an arm around Viktor’s side and pulled his clammy, heated body into his own. He tucked Viktor’s head under his chin, his hair smelling of sweat and grease but mainly of him.

Viktor initially tensed but then sunk into the contact, burying himself into Jayce’s chest.

“You’re not weak, Viktor,” he said gently, raising a hand to sink into the brown locs of his partner’s hair, “I have never and will never see you that way.”

Viktor shook beneath him, with what could’ve been a sniffle or a silent sob.

There was so much more he wanted to say. How Viktor was the strongest, most determined person he knew. How his disability, his illness, was all part of him. And how he admired all of it, all of him.”

But it was too raw, too much. Not yet.

So instead he said- “So please, let me do this one thing for you and get you into bed.”

Viktor’s head was so close, he could just reach down and kiss it. But he didn’t- he’d already said to much.

Slowly, Viktor uncurled himself from him and nodded softly.

Fingers fumbling, Jayce went though the many clasps of the back brace before, with a pop of air, it slid off.

He guided Viktor under the covers- marking the goosebumps that that sprouted across his shaking frame.

He’d go and fetch the blankets and tea and meds in a moment but for now- he simply gazed down at the clammy, gorgeous face of his lab partner. 

Oh what the hell.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Viktor’s damp forehead.

“Get some rest, okay?” he said, sitting up, trying to calm the nerves that were somersaulting around his chest and stomach.

“Thank you.” Viktor said, voice as soft as snow. And finally, feeling the comforting weight of Jayce at the foot of his bed, his eyes slid shut.

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every time i get a new snzfucker mutual an angel gains its wings

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does anyone have suggestions of where to find sneeze drawing references? i feel weird using someone’s wav/video as a reference without permission

anyways i might be drawing j/ayvik… the hyperfixation persists

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okay hear me out:

men, on his knees, with teary eyes and red nose, leaning to your hand while you keep induce him. you calling him a "good boy" everytime he sneeze, while he whimpering and begging for more

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someone reblogged saying j/ayvik and i so totally agree so here are some headcanons/sneeze scenerios:

v/iktor taking baths to help relieve joint pain and such, but he’s slightly allergic to the soaps j/ayace has

v/iktor trying to stifle, but no matter how quietly he stifles, the sloshing of the bath water is still audible

j/ayce bringing v/iktor tissues (or a handkerchief) and sitting beside the tub, blessing v/iktor for each little sneeze (i think v/iktor would be reluctant to accept such affection, but j/ayce would insist)

also i love the idea of trial and error with various soaps— after many fits and failed experiments, j/ayce eventually finds a soap that doesn’t iritate v/iktor’s nose (bonus if v/iktor has the kink, so taking a bath is somewhat of an excuse to induce and have j/ayce bless him)

someone sneezing while taking a bath, the water sloshing against their body and the sides of the tub with each expulsion

they’re unable to get a tissue without trailing water over their bathroom floor, so they just grab a nearby towel

(bonus points if it’s a bath w their partner)

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Hitching - Jay/ce Snz Fic

For the lovely anon that requested Jayce desperately hitching with a stuck sneeze. I hope this satisfies! Included Viktor inducing him with a tissue.

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“Oh mby god..”

“Jayce, are you alright?”

“I’mb finde I juh--just…hhh’Hhh…Sndf ndeed to sndeeze…SDnffff”

“And it is stuck?”

“Yeah, I keh-heeep…hih-hitching…”

Viktor came over to his side, letting a hand settle on Jayce’s shoulder and gently massaging at the muscle beneath his delicate fingers.

“That sounds frustrating,” he said with a small frown. He looked over Jayce and he looked no worse than he had this morning, nose slightly pink but otherwise energetic. His voice had a slight rasp to it and he’d been drinking tea all that morning but Jayce had assured him that it was a mild cold and it would pass on it’s own. 

“I cah-cadn’t get anything done. I just..hhh’Hihhh…Hih? SNDFF snffsnf keep doing that.” 

Viktor gave a sympathetic hum. Gaze turning thoughtful as he considered the problem. 

“I’m too hhh…distracted to work on eh-equations and I definitely can’t…hhh…can’t work on hh-huh anything phy-Hiihhhh…Hh’Huhhh’HUH…..nghh physical. Sdnff.”

He looked up at Viktor with pleading watery eyes.

“Perhaps-” Jayce interrupted him with a heaving breath in, eyes falling shut again and a tear slipping down one cheek as he hitched wildly for a moment but it again came to nothing.

“This is hh..ridiculous. Sndff,” He grumbled stuffily. 

“Perhaps, if we force you to sneeze it will give you some relief.”

“Force mbe? Huh-how do I make myself sndeeze?”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

Jayce immediately shook his head at the suggestion, a vague look of horror in his eyes as he imagined inducing with an allergen right now. “I definitely sdnff don’t want to…ahh-add allergies on top of…of…Hohh’hhh…Huhhh..of this.”

“Reasonable. Then perhaps something slightly more invasive.”

“More invasive?” Jayce said with a panicked expression, “I don’t like thuhh-the sound of that, Vik.”

“No, no, nothing harmful. I just meant perhaps inserting something into your nose might induce a strong enough reaction to cause you to sneeze.”

“You thih-think Hhhh…Hiiihh’HIH!...hnn. Hoh…my god. Okay. I’ll try anything…”

“Give me a moment,” Viktor stepped away to search through his bag for an appropriate tool. Jayce rubbed irritably at his nose, which twitched under his touch leading to another round of wavering breaths that lead nowhere.

“Ah, there we are,” Viktor murmured and pulled a packet of tissues from his bag he kept in case of emergency. Both Jayce and Viktor usually carried a handkerchief, and Jayce had brought in a few this morning, setting them on a side table in preparation for a work day with a head cold. But today his tissues would be used in a different way than a kerchief.

Viktor returned to Jayce's side and tugged a stool over to sit next to him. He pulled out the tissues and began rolling one into a long point. Jayce watched curiously as he dabbed his nose with his usual red hankie. 

“Now this will be inserted into one of your nostrils, preferably the one most sensitive, until we hit a spot that triggers a sneeze,” he outlined his method casually.

“And you thuh…huh..thought this up just now?”

“No, I've done it to myself once or twice before, for a similar reason.”

“Huh. Okay, so I just stick it hihh..hh… up there.”

“I would insert it going slowly and twisting it as you go and then gently pressing it to the back of your nose. I can do it for you, if you'd prefer?”

“You don't thihhh-hihh…think that's weird?”

“We work with the strange and unexplainable everyday, this is really very mundane, don't you think?”

“I guess… Then um let's hahh-ve you do it. If Sdnff you don't mind.”

“I said I don’t,” he offered mildly, “Now move your chair closer so I can reach more easily.”

Jayce pauses in his movement. “Wait, if this w-works I'll end up hh…huh?.. sneezing on you”

“Nonsense you will hold your handkerchief at the ready and catch any sneezes in it. It'll be fine.”

Jayce bit his lip mulling it over, “Okay. Okay, lets go ah-head and do it then.”

“Good. Now sit and tilt your head up slightly,” he directed gentle but firm.

Jayce tilted his head back and his breath hitched, flaring his nostrils wide before they relaxed again as his breathing leveled out. 

“Very good,” Viktor praised distractedly. Jayce's cheeks flushing lightly in response.

Viktor inserted the tip of the rolled up tissue just past the edge of one nostril. But as soon as it brushed the inner rim Jason flinched back on instinct. His nostrils flared wide as he heaved in a few gasping breaths, and then huffed out a discontent sigh.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sniffling congestedly.

“It's alright, Jayce. Lets try again.” This time Viktor took a hold of Jayce's chin to help keep him still. He inserted the tissue into Jayce's nose and ignored the way Jayce's breath hitched and wavered at the least provocation. He twisted it slowly as he pushed it farther up and Jayce's hands balled into fists where they clenched along the edges of his handkerchief. 

“I can..hahh..feel it…hh-huhh. Hoh god it tih-hihhh…HIHHH…”

Viktor felt the tissue nudge against the back of Jayce's sinuses and his chest heaved, brow crumpling and eyes slamming shut. Viktor didn't let up, twirling the tissue between his fingers while keeping it there. 

“HIIHHH..HIH..HUHHHHHHH!?” He hovered for a moment on the precipice and Viktor nudged the tissue up.

“EERRRRUSHHOOO…HH’EEIISSHHHHOO…HH’HEH’EIISHHHHUHH…”

The first two sneezes caught Victor's hand before he could pull the tissue away. Jayce's head ducking down to aim towards his lap and the handkerchief still held halfway to his face. He managed to mostly capture the third in the loose folds of the kerchief.

“HEHGZSSHHuhh…Heh’DJSHOO…huhh…I cah-cad’t hhhhh’IGZSSHHuhh stop hh’huh-HEH’SHOO…”

“Try blowing your nose when you can, Jayce,” Viktor offered with soft concern.

“Hh’hh’EISSHHuhh…hhh’EDJSHHOO…” he managed to blow his nose, only pausing to sneeze once, before managing to get some relief. His handkerchief was a mess and he flushed keeping it pressed to his nose.

“Jesus, excuse me,” he offered bashfully.

“Bless you, Jayce,” Viktor murmured with a soft sympathetic look. “Feeling any better?”

Jayce sniffled, considering the answer, but he gave a tired smile when his breathing remained slow and even. “Yeah, actually. Thank you, Viktor.”

“It was nothing,” he responded, waving off Jayce's gratitude. “Now what is it you were working on?” He asked curiously. 

Jayce eagerly launched into an explanation only pausing for the occasional cough or sneeze. Both of them happy to focus on the science they loved. And if Viktor made tea and brought him tissues while insisting he wasn't fussing over him, Jayce chose not to call him on it.

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Let me know if you liked it! Feedback is always appreciated and motivating! <3

[Snz Fic Masterlist]

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i just realized this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, but here are some a/rcane snzcanons for jay/vik (shoutout to @bewitchedfeathers for discussing snzcanons with me, thank you!!)

v/iktor:

- i picture v/iktor as having the photic sneeze reflex. since he grew up in the undercity, he was never that accustomed to seeing so much light

- also as a result of growing up in the undercity, v/iktor is sensitive to most expensive colognes or perfumes (i think his nose is just sensitive in general)

- v/iktor stifles his sneezes, which are typically on the softer side, but can sometimes build up to an itchy “hhZTZXHh!” if he has a fit

j/ayce:

- j/ayce is less sensitive to allergens, although i imagine he’d have a reaction to the fumes of the undercity

- he isn’t a very frequent sneezer unless he’s sick, in which case his sneezes get much heavier and come in fits (or he just sneezes constantly. he can never really get relief because as soon as he thinks he’s in the clear, he sneezes again)

- in public or around people of high esteem, j/ayce buries his nose in his elbow and tries his best to muffle since his sneezes are on the louder side (also i can see him blessing himself or saying “excuse me”)

- when he’s alone or in the lab with v/iktor, he usually settles for ducking against his shoulder or just turning his head and sneezing uncovered towards the floor

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hi i just wanted to say that i LOVE your jay/vik fic. vik with the kink?? idk why but that’s soooooo good

thank you anon!! this means a lot :) i have another kink v/iktor fic in the works… so keep an eye out for that if you’re interested!

also my a/r/cane hyperfixation is still so bad, i’ve just been overwhelmed with finals at university. i plan on posting more j/avik stuff once i have more freetime!!

(comments like this encourage me to keep writing so thank you<3!)

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sneezing in a muzzle <3

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Genuinely can't remember if I shared this after the first season so I'll post it now just in case.

Ar/cane Vik/tor edit

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someone sneezing while taking a bath, the water sloshing against their body and the sides of the tub with each expulsion

they’re unable to get a tissue without trailing water over their bathroom floor, so they just grab a nearby towel

(bonus points if it’s a bath w their partner)

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my dream relationship is t4t, neurodivergent, and kinky af… sigh

need someone who will hyperfixate on shows with me and make endless snz headcanons

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MLM jay/vik sickfic! it’s around 2k words, there are brief mentions of mess/spray but nothing excessive

i appreciate any feedback or comments! it’s my first time writing these characters, so if they’re out of character at all please lmk- i won’t take any offense to it :)

there are no spoilers, it’s set sometime in act 1

anyways, i hope someone enjoys:

Between their time in the lab and their developing “partnership”, Jayce and Viktor spend a significant amount of their time together. Being in such close proximity with one another means noticing the little details. Details which are admittedly insignificant, but still catch Viktor’s attention. He’s become accustomed to their unspoken but persistent routine in the lab: Jayce arrives around 8 AM, hangs up his coat, exchanges pleasantries with Viktor, and begins his work.

But today was different. Viktor didn’t hear the same habitual click of the coat rack as Jayce deposited his jacket, nor did he receive his “good morning Viktor” upon Jayce’s entry.

‘Unusual, yes, but people can have bad days’ Viktor reasons, biting his tongue as Jayce sits wordlessly at his desk.

After a painstakingly unproductive hour of work, Viktor grows tired of stealing glances at Jayce. It’s been taking every ounce of patience for him not to say something as his clearly sick partner tries not to pass out at his desk. Viktor’s fingers tap soundlessly along his workspace as he watches Jayce’s head stoop down with fatigue.

“Rough night?” Viktor breaks the silence, offering Jayce a sympathetic expression. Jayce’s posture straightens a little, and he shakes his head dismissively, “Jusd behind on sleeb.”

Viktor only nods in response, taking note of the congested, nasally quality of Jayce’s voice.

Viktor turns back to his journal, but his mind remains on his lab partner. His attempts to focus only become more futile as he hears a quiet sniffle behind him.

Unable to help himself, Viktor chances a look back at Jayce, swallowing as he catches the sick man rubbing his nose with a knuckle roughly.

The next thirty minutes pass in a quiet, but tense haze. Neither man completes any work, both preoccupied over Jayce’s illness: Jayce is too busy trying not to cough or sniffle too loudly, and Viktor is too busy trying not to fawn over his sick companion.

Viktor shifts in his seat as he hears a quiet, but distinct “hh-“ from Jayce. He tenses, his ears straining as he watches Jayce from the corner of his eye.

“hehh-“

Viktor purses his lips as Jayce’s breath hitches again, his expression hazy.

“hhHZZDSCHhew!” Jayce doubles over as a wet sneeze tears through him. His cupped hands do a poor job of muffling the sound, but they do manage to catch the spray.

Viktor’s heart hammers in his chest, his stomach swirling with arousal as Jayce lowers his hands from his face.

“Excuse mbe,” Jayce murmurs politely, snapping Viktor out of his haze.

Viktor’s slim fingers fish into his vest pocket, retrieving a silk handkerchief, “it seems like you need this more than I do,” he comments as he moves across the lab, leaning against his crutch for support as offers the handkerchief to Jayce. The silk almost looks illuminated in Viktor’s hands, his slim fingers holding the fabric with indescribable ease.

Jayce hesitates before accepting the handkerchief; realistically, it’s only a matter of time before he’ll need it. “Thanks.” Jayce can’t help but feel a flicker of disappointment as Viktor lowers his hand, wishing it had remained outstretched– he misses the closeness already.

“Don’t mention it,” Viktor dismisses lightly. His eyes linger on Jayce’s face, meeting his gaze in an uncomfortable silence.

Jayce breaks first, sighing and admitting “Look… I don’t wand you gedding sigk-”

Jayce pauses, the word “sicker” lingering on his tongue with a bitter sting. Viktor notices his falter, letting out a quiet sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. Neither of them need to say anything, they both know the stress Jayce feels over Viktor’s health, the responsibility he feels to take care of and protect his loved ones.

“For once in your life, rest, and stop worrying over someone else,” Viktor says, a softness to his voice intermixed with the hurt from Jayce’s unsaid quip, “Besides, I’m better equipped to handle undercity illnesses than you are.”

Jayce rubs his nose roughly with a knuckle as an itch blooms in his sinuses, “no need to rub it in.”

Viktor grins, “even ill, you feel the need to bicker,” he taunts lightly, placing a gentle hand on Jayce’s shoulder. He watches as Jayce’s eyebrows knit together, his shoulders tensing as he draws in a desperate, “hhH-“ before pitching to the side, “hhHG’ZZSXhh!”

Viktor’s stomach pools with heat as he watches the spray settle on Jayce’s forearm.

“Bless you,” Viktor murmurs, his accent thicker as he forces himself to speak through his arousal. He tries to focus on anything but the sound of Jayce’s sneeze, which plays on repeat in his mind.

Jayce buries his nose in the handkerchief, giving it a soft but productive blow.

“I assume you haven’t taken anything for this… cold of yours” Viktor questions as he takes the seat next to Jayce. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the strain it takes for Viktor to lower himself into the seat, his legs shaking with painful instability.

Jayce places a hand on Viktor’s knee, his gaze softening as he rubs his thumb along Viktor’s pant leg gently.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Viktor prompts, his heartbeat quickening as the touch of Jayce’s warmth settles against his knee.

“No, I haven’t taken anything,” Jayce admits with a huff, earning a slight smirk from Viktor.

“You know, your ego won’t suffice in fighting illness. You need medicine too.”

“Ha-ha,” Jayce enunciates sarcastically as he rolls his eyes. A slight smile tugs at his lips; he may feel like shit, but it's easy to feel content in Viktor’s presence.

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Over the next few hours, it becomes increasingly evident that Jayce is no match for undercity illnesses. After treading carefully around the subject for a painfully long time, Viktor finally pushes Jayce to admit how shitty he feels; although the admission is more credited to Jayce’s rising fever than Viktor’s prompting— his feverish haze has left him uncharacteristically docile and clumsy.

Jayce has always had a gentler side hidden beneath the councilmember persona he created. Although at the moment, ‘pathetic’ might be a more accurate adjective to describe the sick man. His skin is coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his clothes sticking to his uncomfortably hot body. His nose is raw and red after hours of being pestered.

The once soft handkerchief is stuffed in Jayce’s jacket pocket, sodden and overused. Viktor sits beside Jayce at his desk, cautiously resting a hand on the small of the sick man’s back.

“You should rest,” Viktor prompts simply, his fingers trailing little circles along Jayce’s back.

“We need to figure out how to control the hex core,” Jayce mutters in response, his head in his hands as he tries to think coherently, which is proving to be impossible in his feverish state.

“And we will, in time,” Viktor assures him as he gently massages Jayce’s shoulders with a hand, his fingers pressing into the knots with ease. A smile tugs at his lips as he manages to elicit a soft, contented breath from Jayce.

Viktor freezes as he feels Jayce’s shoulders tense with a sudden, “hh-“. His hand remains on Jayce’s back, feeling his body shudder slightly as his breath hitches, “I’m ghhh-gonna- sn-hheh-“

Viktor’s chest tightens with arousal, his stomach filling with heat as Jayce’s voice intermixes with the desperate hitching.

In his fever haze and busy with the pretense of not sneezing directly on Viktor, Jayce completely forgets about the handkerchief in his pocket. He snaps to the side, spraying the air with a harsh, “hhHRZSXCHhew!”

A moment passes before a second sneeze follows, spraying Jayce’s hand as it hovers halfheartedly in front of his nose, “hhHDTSZCHh!”

Viktor swallows, his arousal only heightening as Jayce sniffles liquidly, mumbling, “bless me.”

Viktor’s mind reels as he tries to formulate a coherent thought, his brain short circuiting as Jayce blesses himself. After a moment, he clears his throat, “the handkerchief might prove more sanitary than your hand,” comes out of his mouth without second thought.

Jayce’s cheeks flush pink, suddenly realizing how disgusted Viktor must be with him, “Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Viktor dismisses quickly, his eyes trained on Jayce’s nose as he presses the silk handkerchief to his septum.

The silk’s contact with Jayce’s nose seems to be a mistake, only bothering the itchy appendage further. With the handkerchief held haphazardly under his nose, Jayce snaps forwards, “hhDT’GDSXHchew!”

Viktor swallows as he feels Jayce’s shoulders shudder with the expulsion, his fingers still tracing gentle patterns along his sick partner’s back, “Bless you.”

“Thangks,” Jayce mumbles, his voice thick with congestion.

“You need to rest, Jayce,” Viktor tries again, although part of him longs for Jayce to stay in the lab. An admittedly selfish longing, yes, but he can’t ignore the persistent, adamant desire to be in Jayce’s company while he’s ill.

“I’ve dealt with worse, and our problems aren’t going to solve themselves,” Jayce says in response, his voice catching in his throat with a phlegmy crackle. He swallows, trying to keep any semblance of control he can as his body revolts against him.

“Stubborn,” Viktor tuts, his hand resting on Jayce’s shoulder again. Jayce’s lips curl into a slight smile at Viktor’s taunt, his glassy eyes doing their best to focus on Viktor’s face, “you’re one to talk.”

Viktor is about to reply when Jayce holds up a finger as a silent ‘hold on’, his face contorting into an itchy expression as he takes in a desperate “hhHHh-“

Jayce tucks his nose into his shoulder, his upper body shuddering forwards with the force of the sneeze, “hhHZZDXCHhh!”

Viktor blinks, his heart racing as he mutters a quick, “gezhuentiet.”

Jayce keeps his head tucked against his shoulder for a moment before he straightens up, his movements slowed. His ears ring as the beginnings of a headache bloom behind his eyes.

Viktor sighs, rubbing his thumb along Jayce’s shoulder gently as he says, “understanding your body's needs is an essential skill in succeeding as a counselor. You can’t help anyone if you can barely function.”

Jayce looks at Viktor with a tired expression, “‘barely function’ is a bit overdramatic, no?” he murmurs lightly, offering Viktor a little smile, “but you’re right.”

“I am?” Viktor speaks without intending to, shocked that he finally made progress in breaking down Jayce’s walls. His blunder earns a smile from Jayce, “you are. I’m not helping by sitting here and exposing you to whatever it is I have.”

“So you agree to rest?” Viktor asks, his eyes scanning Jayce’s face for any idiosyncrasies that might suggest he’s lying.

“Yes,” Jayce admits, running a hand through his hair before reaching down to rub his nose. Viktor smiles, feeling an odd sense of pride at having persuaded Jayce to take a break.

“Good.” Viktor stands, propping himself upright with his crutch before holding a hand out for Jayce, “Come on.”

Jayce’s haze lingers on Viktor’s outstretched hand, a rush of warmth blooming in his chest at the affectionate gesture. He stands up with the assistance of Viktor’s hand, though he avoids putting too much of his weight on Viktor.

Viktor starts leading Jayce towards the exit, but Jayce steers himself towards the cot in the corner of the lab instead.

“Jayce-“ Viktor starts, but he’s interrupted before he can get too far.

“I want to stay here,” Jayce says, and Viktor finds himself unable to argue. Even glassy and feverish, Jayce’s eyes always implore Viktor to listen to him, however foolish he might be.

Viktor doesn’t have the time to reply as Jayce plants himself on the cot, slipping off his shoes. After a moment of hesitation, Viktor leans forwards to pull the blanket over Jayce’s torso. It’s small and frayed, but it suffices.

It’s not long before Jayce’s congested snores sound through the lab, reminding Viktor of the sick man’s presence. To some, it might be irritating, but Viktor rather enjoys the sound as he works.

sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors i might’ve missed in my editing!

i hope i did jay/vik justice. if anyone has prompts, suggestions, comments or whatever feel free to reach out to me!

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You Don't Need To - Jayce Snz Fic

Jayce has a cold and Mel tries to convince him to take the day off.

This is for @rosieknows who requested sick Jayce with JayMel and Jayce refusing to rest. Thank you so much for your request darling! I hope you enjoy it!

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“I'm fine, Mel. Really,” he reassured as he pulled on his clothes for the council meeting later that day. 

“Jayce. You're sick. You need to rest.” She hovered while trying not to look like she was hovering. 

“It's just a hh-head cold. I have too much to get done to take a day off. Snff. I have the council and hh…Hextech, and none of it can wait.” He rubbed at his nose with an irritated expression. 

“Jayce…” Mel said soft and concerned, coming up to his side..

“Hey, I'm��fuhh..hh’huhh… Heh’ESHHxxt-shuhh…hhh’HT-RSSHHoo..sndff… finde.” He sneezed towards his shoulder, trying and failing to suppress his sneezes, and then winced when he realized Mel was in the same direction. “Scuse mbe. SNF! Shit, I didn't get you did I?”

“Bless you. No,” she reassured. “But Jayce I'm serious, you need to rest in order to get better. “ 

“I just…I'm already struggling to keep up with all the…political maneuvering and then this…huhhh….gottasneeze-HH’GZZSHuh…shit, sorry,” he sneezed into his elbow and then kept it pressed to his lower face as he scrambled to pull a handkerchief from his pocket. Mel stepped closer and pulled his kerchief out seamlessly, reaching up towards his face. 

He grabbed her hand to stop her from moving his arm. “I've got it, thandks,” he said gently, embarrassed at what a mess he was.

He turned away and wiped himself clean and then blew his nose, grimacing at the productive sound. Mel's hand brushed over his back and he turned back to her with a tired attempt at a reassuring smile. 

“I'm fine. Snf. Really. You don't need to fuss over me.”

“Is that what you think I'm doing?” she asked with a curious tilt of her brow. 

“Isn't it?” He asked hesitantly.

“Jayce, I care about you. And I want to take care of you, if you'll let me.” She reached up to cradle his face between her hands, expression open and sincere. His face flushed and he struggled to meet her gaze. 

“I…thank you, Mel. Really. But you don't need to. I can…tuhh…take care of my-huhhh-myself…Mel…lehhh.. I'm gonna…hhh’Uhhh’EEISHHHoo..” Mel moved to the side out of range just in time for him to sneeze down towards the floor. He swiped at his reddening nose with the back of his hand, cheeks adorably pink. “Sorry.”

“Bless you. And I know you can take care of yourself, Jayce. You're very good at taking care of people,” she said kindly as she stepped back in front of him, “But I want to take care of you. Won't you let me?” 

She could see him struggle between not wanting to deny her but not wanting to accept help either. 

“Please, darling?” She asked, gentle and coaxing, brushing a few loose strands of hair off his warm brow. 

“If it means that much to you…” he conceded with uncertainty. 

“It would mean a great deal to me to be able to take care of you when you're feeling sick and vulnerable, Jayce,” she knew how difficult it could be for him to let down to guard, “Thank you.”

He gave a huff of disbelief tinged with fondness. “You're welcome, I guess?” He said with an uncertain smile. He still felt wrong footed accepting help, and uncertain about what exactly she meant to do. 

Mel merely smiled with her usual air of calm confidence. “Now why don't you change back into some pajamas and get back into bed.”

“Wha-Mel, there's a council meeting today! And then Viktor is expecting me in the-huhh..Snf the lab,” he protested. He coughed harshly into his elbow for moment. Mel shifting to rest a supportive hand between his shoulder blades. 

“The council meeting can be rescheduled. I'll have Allura take care of it. And I'll have someone let Viktor know that you're sick and resting.”

“He'll worry-” he rasped, and then cleared his throat, swallowing heavily to ease the growing ache. 

“Then I'll invite him here so he can see that you're being well taken care of. I'm certain that will assuage any concerns he may have,” she said with a hint of smugness at having so quickly undone his arguments. 

Jayce floundered for a moment before giving in with a crooked grin. “Snff. Alright, alright. I'mb SNFsnf going back to bed.”

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Jayce Sneeze Headcanons

(I was talking with @silentsneezes and we traded a bunch of headcanons and I wanted to share them! Thank you for hitting me up to talk about my blorbos!)

He has strong sneezes. Not necessarily always loud but definitely always forceful and intense

Stifling hurts and he's bad at it so he doesn't even try

Instead in public he always tries to muffle them in his elbow or a handkerchief

In private he sneezes openly towards the ground or towards his shoulder

Announces his sneezes when he's worried about interrupting somone

Doesn't have many allergies but gets colds easily

Carries a handkerchief during allergy season for Viktor but often forgets to carry one during cold season for himself

Temperature changes can make him sneeze so he often sneezes going in or out of the forge

Like I'm not into mess but his cold sneezes are wet

He's always stuffed up/congested when he's sick. Like he couldn't pronounce an "m" or "n" to save his life

Also not snz but is it just me or does Jayce give big Sub vibes anyone else?

Let me know your thoughts or share your own headcanons with me! (If you want)