#and viktor magic hair... talis

[technically-human]

Jayvik is funny

(Behold, hex-comedy)

[bardic-exasperation]

Viktor's diagram of himself vs. Jayce's diagram of Viktor Jayce didn't have to draw Viktor's floppy hair, but he did, and I love him for that.

[beartes22]

Season 2 Jayce with season 1 Viktor this, beard Jayce with young Viktor that….fools, all of you. I raise you, season 2 arc 2 Viktor and season 1 Jayce.

[bitchface24-7]

THE GORGEOUS PROFESSOR TALIS

synopsis: You didn't think Professor Viktor was the only heartthrob at Piltover Academy, did you? Meet his charismatic, undeniably gorgeous partner, Professor Talis. But please, call him Jayce.

warnings: again age gap (Jayce’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, switch!jayce, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m (implied future m/m/f or m/m/m)

Professor Talis doesn’t have his own class at the Academy, instead he and Professor Viktor alternate in “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101.” The two professors are trying to incorporate a lab aspect to the class; so it's not just theory.

There have been many times Professor Talis (please call me Jayce) has taken over from Viktor due to unforeseen circumstances, such as Viktor having a flare-up in pain and being unable to lecture for three hours straight.

Professor Jayce and Professor Viktor have many similarities. They're passionate, intelligent, and quite funny. But it's their differences that set them apart.

Professor Viktor’s voice is smooth, sultry, and his accent makes everything sound sexy. He's got the perfect voice to do ASMR to make people fall asleep.

Professor Jayce is much more hyper. He talks a bit louder and a bit faster than his partner. But his enthusiasm and bright smile make it endearing to witness.

He's also much broader and taller than Professor Viktor. His shoulders are wide, his waist is narrow, and his thighs are begging to be bitten into.

He's got messy hair, a glorious beard, and a microscopic smattering of grey at his temples. He's got a strong jaw, big eyes, pouty lips, a tantalizing neck, and sinfully beautiful body. He too has a brace, except it's on his opposite leg. And his leg seems to be stronger than his partners.

He's also got incredibly sharp canines. You can't help but squish your thighs together envisioning how they'd feel against your neck, your chest, your thighs.

Professor Jayce seems to enjoy receiving praise just as much as giving it to his students. You'll never forget the time you complemented his teaching style and he got all flushed. Shyly looking down as a sweet smile graced those plump lips.

You wanted to devour that man right then and there.

One day, you almost did.

Professor Talis had just casually walked into the classroom, wearing an all-black outfit with red detailing. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair artfully messy, and his slacks obscenely tight.

You felt like leaping across the desk like a lioness to feast on the meal right before your very eyes.

Professor Jayce seemed to be oblivious to the stares he received. You thought that until he stopped right in front of you; ceasing his walk around the classroom, and his bulge was damn near eye level with you.

It was big. Massive really, and quite girthy from what you could make out in the dark fabric. You coquettishly look up as you suck on your lolly, knowing exactly what you're doing.

Professor Jayce just quirks an eyebrow at you as he taps his finger on your table, making you look down at your sheet of paper, “Have you finished your assignment?”

You can't help but impishly nod, “Yes, Professor Talis.” as you give a long lick on your lollipop before popping it into your mouth.

Professor Talis’ eyes darken as his jaw clenched. He's heard about you from Viktor. The smart, slutty student who has a throat to die for and delectable moans that'll keep your spank bank full until the next time you need them.

Jayce just smirks at you and tells you to stay behind after class, there's something he needs to discuss with you.

You were curious.

You weren't expecting to be folded like a pretzel as your gorgeous professor pounded away into you like it was his last day on earth.

Your body is delectably sore, you're stuffed to the brim in cum, and you have bruises all over your body. Hickies surround your neck and chest, hand shaped bruises are on your hips and thighs. You even have some bite marks. You had a feeling his canines would feel amazing. Called it!

You also called it that Professor Talis enjoys praise and being told what to do. Telling him how good his cock feels and that he's doing amazing really amped him up.

You can't help but wonder how demolished you'll be once both Professor Viktor and Jayce get their hands on you.

(You’ll die very happy and very satisfied)

[simp-ly-writes]

Are You Mine?

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.3)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: No matter how hard you try, your body, your mind, heart, and it seems that every other person you meet all agree on one thing, you and Jayce.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, light angst, fluff, touch as a love language, jealous! and protective!Jayce (no seriously), HIGHLY suggestive themes, kissing, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,026

─ · · SERIES MASTERLIST

─ · · A/N: I'm just obsessed with these two... and I hope you guys are as well ;)

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─ · · Pulling your white lab coat over your dress and zipping up your boots, you locked your door and made your way to the laboratory- excited to take your mind away from silk and ties to formulas and equations.

─ · · You smiled softly, greeting everyone in the halls as they each waved and said their "good afternoons!" You were always shocked by the kindness of everyone and their ability to recognize you even when you did everything in your power to stay tucked away where you were comfortable (yet Jayce always had a secret power of teasing you out and into the public's eye)

─ · · But just as you were to step into the elevator and swipe your card, a dozen voices called out to you, an older student guide running after them, their parents staggering behind as your shoulders tensed before you turned around. "Miss (name)! Miss (name)!," they all begged and cheered once seeing your face. You smiled softly, "Good afternoon everyone" you greeted as they all came running, wide eyes and smiles.

It was a new potential batch of scholars that were visiting the school for the afternoon, you shook your head forgetting what day it was today as you shook each of their hands, their guide, a younger peer of yours in the biology wing winced, apologizing. "Miss (name) is a very important and highly influential public figure that you all appear to know... and they are also on a strict schedule-"

"Can we just ask a few questions?" "yes, can we please?" the students beg and you see some of the parents begging as well as the guide who looks over to you with equal pleading eyes. You sigh, "Only a couple, I have a meeting with the Councillor soon," you explain as they ooh and ahh. You tuck your books close to your chest, trying to hide the shaking in your hands.

"Whats it like working with Councillor Talis?" you giggle at the question, shaking your head, letting your hair cover your face. "I have worked with the Councillor for nearly a decade now and I can say that he is a brilliant man that puts the care of others before himself, and I am here to make sure someone is there to ensure he can work in prime condition." The student thanks you, taking a step back as a another steps forwards.

"I really love your dress, where did you get it?" you look up with a small smile watching as the student hangs on to your every word, "A friend made it or well got it made for me on my work-anniversary," you explain.

"Whats your favourite part of your job?" You hmm, thinking or your answer as you shuffle the books in your arm. "I really enjoy being able to listen to Councillor Talis's and Mr. Viktor's ideas and plans as they work them out piece by piece- getting a touch of their genius is nothing short of pure magic." They take a step back as you look at your watch, one more question...

"Mrs. Talis, I must say that-" you can hear a few of the students gasp and giggle as you go bright red and stare at your shoes before clearing your throat, "I'm afraid I'm not his mother, that is a special role for Miss. Ximena, Leader of House of Talis," you explain as the parent apologizes, going to pick up your hand yet you take a step away, picking up your head, "I'm afraid I must take my leave, please, enjoy the rest of your tour." You swiftly stand back inside the elevator, watching as the doors close in front of your face yet catching parts of the leftover conversation.

"I mean I thought that they were together?"

"Dad you're so embarrassing! Ugh, just because a pretty and smart lady is beside a man does not mean that they're together!"

"Well, son, every time I see that man looking at that woman like she hung all the stars in his sky..." This has to stop, you told yourself.

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─ · · You were surprised to see just Viktor in the laboratory today, but you were overwhelmingly thankful for it as you took your safety equipment from off the rack and walked over to stand behind Viktor who was currently holding a piece of chalk to his chin in contemplation

"I'm not one to miss others, but a morning without your coffee was nothing short of a funeral," you snorted, "Aww, I didn't know you would miss me so much Viktor. I promise to stay with you every moment of the day," you tease to hear a scoff.

"Please don't. I don't need another earful from Jayce," your eyebrows shoot up as you pour and mix Viktor's coffee before handing it to him and pick up a piece of chalk, silently fixing a missing digit as he curses underneath his breath. "Jayce already came in?" you question, taking a look at your watch again.

"Yes, just left with Mel," you hum, tapping your foot as you look over the final answer before moving up the latter and fix another portion. "Thats it?" Viktor comments, taking a sip of his coffee, doing his best to hide his pleased reaction as you look over your shoulder before sliding with the latter over to the other side. "Whats it?" you retort.

"I mean, you and Jayce are the same entity... I was surprised to... not have you this morning," Viktor explains, sitting down to rest his leg, watching as you work and fix his diagram. "No, that was correct," he comments- "Its a .5" you say back before sharing rolled-eyes.

"If you want to say you missed me, Viktor in your own little ways, it's okay, I already understood the first message and I have missed you too," you don't turn around while speaking, drawing the hexcore from memory at this point.

"That was not my, 'message,'" Viktor says in a monotone voice, "I was saying that Mels presence... is to be a one time occurrence, yes?" You laugh, stepping down before rolling your chair over to sit beside Viktor, opening up one of your journals with last weeks trial information. "I didn't know you to be so outspokenly political, Viktor," you tease- not quite touching again on what Viktor was trying to say.

His brow furrows, sharp lines coating over his features in annoyance. "And here I thought you to be smart-" you lightly slap his arm, "Viktor!"

"What I'm trying to say is that I much prefer having you and Jayce." You let the words linger in the room and swim in your head before speaking up, "Well, you would be of the few wanting that, not even myself," you stand, passing the papers over before heading back towards the doors. "I will be back to write down the final findings of today, do remember to eat the lunch I placed in the fridge," Viktor nods waiting for the door to be closed before sighing, Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.

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─ · · You knock before entering Jayce's office, confused as to why you do not see him there. You take a minute, sitting in front of his desk, waiting and watching as the minutes tick over... Now that you think about it, you didn't see him since leaving him in the hallway that night...

─ · · You check the library, check the lab again to see Viktor stumble awake and act like he was working the whole time, you roll your eyes, yelling at him to eat before closing the door again. You even walk towards the councillor room, nobody bats an eyelash watching you go around into these spaces as you scurry your way out of another empty room.

─ · · The day was almost nearing finished now and you needed to go over what Jayce would be doing and showing for his years Progress Day. And with little locations left, you took off towards the House of Talis in search of the Man of Progress

─ · · The guard smiled at you, a white glove welcoming you inside as you cleaned off the bottom of your boots and walked down the hall. You smile remebering the first time you came into this home when you first started working for Jayce. How it was just his mother to fill the space, you were thankful that Jayce had hired people to help her around the home- provide her company as you and Jayce had become more and more busy.

─ · · "Councillor Talis?" you called out, listening to how your words echoed in the empty space before being received by not the Talis you were looking for but Ximena.

"Hello dear," she greets you, arms wrapping you up into a hug as she pressing a kiss on to your cheek. You flush, mouth opening and closing before squeezing out a small "hello" back to her chuckle.

"As timid as the first time, I did hope that Jayce would get you to come out of your shell more. Please, our home is your home, be comfortable, would you like some tea or coffee maybe?" Mrs. Talis asks, still holding your hand as she leads you into a sitting room. Tall windows invite the setting sun to flood the space in warmth.

Now that you are sitting, you can truly take in the whole feeling of the plush furnishings and various pictures of a younger Jayce upon the walls. You smile at the woman before you, "A tea would be wonderful, can I help-"

"No! no- you do enough already, dear. Please, allow me," you feel immensely bad, a noble woman pouring your own tea? You could feel your own mother rolling in her grave- screaming at you. Picking at the small jewellery you wear you jump as a cup is being presented in front of your face.

"Now, tell me. How is my boy Jayce doing?" She asks with hopeful eyes looking into your own. You tilt your head, hand brushing behind your neck that causes the woman to smile even larger, "Umm, I was hoping that you would know where your son is actually. I have spent the day looking for him," you explain. Her smile drops and all you can feel is guilt.

"I'm sure he's okay! I mean I've watched him train-" you think back to him shirtless, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at you, "a-and he can defend himself! he always has staff and the guard around to help and-" you start to rattle off answers before becoming shushed by the wave of a hand as you fold your hands in your lap. "I must tell that boy off, you poor thing, you shouldn't have to be running after him," she shakes her head, apologizing to you instead as she calls a staff member over, whispering something into their ear as they both stare at you and the staff leaves.

"I must say, dear. You looked stunning in that gown last night, I loved seeing all the pictures of you and Jayce together," you place on a tight smile nodding your head along to her words as you sweat, remembering how you ripped into her "dear Jayce" last night. Now that you think about it... you hope the collar to your shirt is high enough from last night, shit, so thats what people have been staring at... Somehow Ximena Talis catches your thoughts as she laughs, "It's alright dear," your cheeks warm, "I'm thankful that my son has chosen someone like you," she clarifies and you feel sick, "someone of clear morals, intelligent and kind. The true definition of beauty."

But before you can explain that you and her son were not in fact together, the doors open once more and a stoic Jayce Talis is accompanied by Mel. You and her share a nod and smile to one another, you feel Jayce's stare as you stand and bow your head slightly. "Good evening, Councillors," you greet.

"None of that now, (name)," Jayce shuns you, walking over and pressing a kiss to his mothers hand. He then moves to you, leaning down, your heart pounding in anticipation yet he stops, standing back upright and clearing his throat as Mel walks back to his side. "There was something that needed to be discussed?" Jayce asks, taking a seat as Mel sits on the arm of his chair, I remember doing that in his office- you close your eyes, no, not anymore. Professionals- remember, professionals...

"Yes, Councillor Ta-" Jayce glares- hard at you, daring you to continue your words. "Jayce," you correct yourself with squinted eyes as he nods, leaning away from Mel to focus on you entirely. You watch as his mother leans back, smiling behind her teacup. "I needed to talk with you about your Progress Day preparations and what Viktor and I found from todays tests."

Jayce stares at you for a moment, taking in the small exchange you and Mel shared earlier before he connects two and two together for what happened at the party. But just as he connects that answer, he is left with a dozen new ones. Why push me away now? Why shy away? Do you not understand how much you mean to me? Can't you see this is so much more than just "work"? Why don't you love me? Why... don't you... why? Is it me? Am I the problem? What do I need to do, to change, to get you to see me?

"Mel and I have Progress Day handled already, sweetheart, (name). Now what did you two find?" His smile appears forced, his hands fidgeting as his eyes tip down, watching at how you play with the rings on your fingers. Its like watching two computers talk to one another, Mel cringes, starting to feel out of place as she stands and sits down on another chair, watching you both with curious eyes.

─ · · Jayce looked pained his muscles flexing to keep him sitting in place. His eyes were wide, head nodding along to your every word- transfixed. It was like you had casted some sort of magical spell over the man- desperate to touch even an essence of you. Mel watched as you stuttered once seeing his stare on you, watched your adorable fidgeting and animated explanations, you truly came out of your shell taking about what you were confident in, she was beginning to understand Jayce's words when speaking about you.

"She can explain anything, can find just the right words or know want I need without even looking. Sometimes I swear she even knows I'm thinking about her and when our eyes meet, I feel sick in the best way. She is the perfect woman and I want to... meet whoever get's lucky enough to be with her..."

─ · · Mel, blinks, bringing herself back to the present. "I-I, or well, Viktor and I found that by positions the runes at .5 of a degree southwards inline with the sun results in more power coming from the vessel... we did a small test on one of your hammers, its force is nothing short of incredible,-" you lose yourself, taking a mile a minute as you open up your books and show, it starts to feel just like old times again as Jayce almost falls out of his chair to look more closely at your drawings, nodding along as he flips back and forth between designs.

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─ · · Ximena Talis's small smile is now a full born smirk as she tips her head over to Mel, "they really are perfect for one another, are they not?" she says. Mel does not reply right away, you both were just... working and yet Jayce was so animatic and attentive with you. Pulling your hand from picking at your skin, flipping the page for you as you rattled off statistics before he was not even speaking fluent English, only numbers that you jotted down with ease and precision; keeping up with his every thought.

That once stoic Jayce that she entered the room with was nowhere to be found as he looked just about ready to fall into your lap and have you pet his hair. "They work well together," Mel answers. Not looking at the raised chin she received. "Hm," Zimena scoffs, "I knew she was the one the first time I met her. Jayce refused to orbit anywhere without her in reach. At first I was scared to see my boy jump to confidence so quickly, to put himself out there, but when we sat and had dinner together. I could see why he was pushing himself so hard- it was for her. Always for her even if he chooses to say else wise." Mel looks at Jayce's mother as they both exchange a silent conversation... she never had a chance.

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─ · · You both are breathless, now sitting on the same couch after your discoveries. Jayce looks down at you, at your exposed neck before his heart hammers and burns in his chest like stakes through his heart. He keeps uncovering answers tonight and now he wants them to stop appearing.

You catch his look, moving your hair and not meeting his furrowed brows. You watch a fist form in his lap his hand grip the couch from behind your head. He leans in, uncaring, or well... too caring, as usual as you turn away, exposing the markings again. "I want you to listen to my speech this weekend before the event," Jayce says, a statement rather than a question. You think back on your already planned weekend plans yet all you can see his Jayce's honey eyes staring into your own, drinking you in and leaving you breathless, How could you refuse?

You nod, watching as he smirks before offering a hand, holding it, his thumb rolling over your knuckles in an effort to soothe himself more than you it seems and leads you out towards the door.

But before you can put on your coat and leave, he pulls your arm back, pressing your back against the wood door and your chests together. Your eyes go wide, a small gasp leaving your lips that his eyes flicker down to. He brings a hand up to circle your cheek before resting his forehead against your own, "A night without you, your words, your touch... helped me to remember how much I need you-"

"You have me, Jayce," you say albeit a little breathless and overwhelmed. You pray that Mel and his mother don't come after you both soon, or maybe you did, you didn't know what to think honestly while being enveloped in with warmth.

"No, I," he sighs, "I know that but," Jayce appears frustrated, brining a fist up beside your head before he steps back, gripping his hair. You extend you head, touching his shoulder gently feeling him take breaths. You stand up on your toes, pulling his chin down to look at you, "Jayce, hey, you can tell me anything you know that right? I'm your assistant, I am meant to help you with anything-"

"Help me?" Jayce asks softly, you nod, eyes welling with concern. You hadn't seen him this way not since Viktor had been getting more and more ill... "I need you to kiss me."

You blink, the words not quite reaching your ears as he places his head on your shoulder. "what?" you ask, looking back at the doors you exited form, still closed. "I need you to kiss me."

"Jayce!" you whisper shout, his hair tickling your neck as he grabs your hips, a part of you missing the feeling of his large hands on your body. "Are you alright?" you ask, starting to feel his head for any bumps and body for any bruises. He groans from your touch.

"No. I'm not since you don't understand," his grips tightens as you whimper, "you are mine. You are everything to me. I don't care what anyone else says or thinks, I only think- feel you. I cannot function without having you close, I need to hold you, to-to touch you to even have a chance speaking properly and you ground me more than anyone else could, more than I would allow anyone else to."

You shake in his arms, gripping his shoulders, his words shocking you to your core. "Jayce-I" he can already hear the hesitation in your voice. "Whats holding you, holding us back?" he asks, looking at you again, you know you cannot lie.

"I'm you assistant, Jayce-I-I-" Jayce lets you go and all you can feel is cold without his touch. You cross your arms, shivering in your coat.

"You're fired then, what else I need to do to make you want me, make you need me," Jayce says, you gasp, Jayce is completely serious, his strong arms crossing over his own chest as he stares you down, "and before you go saying you have a boyfriend, I know it was a one-night stand." You roll your eyes at him- wrong choice.

Jayce pulls you outside once hearing the room stir from behind you both. You feel as though it is that night in the hallway again as he walks through the streets, the cool night air kissing your skin as Jayce pulls you away and back to his apartment. "J-Jayce! You're not acting like yourself, please," you beg for what you don't know yet he does nothing to reply not until you both are inside then and suddenly, his mouth is on yours and you can't help but lose the feeling in your legs and fold into his touch.

Jayce grabs your neck, pressing his lips harder against your own as his tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. You pull at his jacket, forgetting yourself, forgetting the setting in this moment before pulling away- gasping for air before Jayce is pulling you back in for another, not giving you time to think. His lips paint over every mark and indent in your skin as if trying to make you forget.

Your breath gets cut off for a second as he licks at your collarbone, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, "Jayce," you moan out his name as he growls kissing you, swallowing your words. You grip at the material of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, you can feel him smile against your skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses up your neck and behind your ear in which he playfully bites.

Jayce's voice is deep, his words short as he whispers them only for you to hear, "I love you." You freeze taking in your first deep breath, your eyes fully open to look into his own, you can see just how scared he is in this moment yet so ready to lose it all just for the chance of being with you. Your heart hammers you can feel his own pounding against your clothes that feel way too hot in this moment.

"I love you too, Jayce," you say, he kisses your cheek. "Say it again," he commands, picking you up by the back of your things. You wrap them around his waist, squealing as your back hits a plush bed. You look up, watching as Jayce removes his shirt. Your lips parted, hair spread out like a Halo behind your head, your legs still parted to leave space for him as he leans down on his forearms, encaging your head.

"I-I love you," you say again, this time a bit more timid than he likes. He rolls his hips into your own as you cry, "Say it again."

"I love you!" you say with a bit more confidence, nails reaching up to feel the muscles of his back. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose, "I love you too."

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─ · · A/N: don't ask I don't know what came over me to write this last section LMAO. So... part 4 anyone, part 4 LOL jk jk... (unless?) 👀

─ · · TAGLIST: @sseleniaa

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[mercutio-the-velaryon]

One that got away AU - Part 1

Okay, okay, but I'm kinda of obsessed with this messy au in my head. So post canon pregnant Mel becoming head of House Medarda and marrying for political gain not with the intent to cover up that the baby is born out of wedlock and to a disgraced scientist (Jayce Talis) but to ensure the child's future by having two lineages to protect them. Then Jayce (and Viktor probably) are spit out of the Arcane eight years later, in very rough shape, and they crawl their way to the Medarda colosseum (Viktor is attune to Mel's magic). They seek an audience with her, noxians laugh in their face. In order to get an audience with her, they have to fight or make themselves useful, Jayce chooses to enter as a champion, Viktor volunteers as a medic (those five years in purgatory the arcane was balancing the magic in his body so now he's a natural mage and a healer) (also medics were an addition made to the colosseum events by Mel along with the complete banning of fights to the death). But, of course there's a twist, see winning a match usually wouldn't get you an audience with Mel Medarda you'd have to win a whole season of fights no you only get a direct audience if you beat Mel Medarda herself. So, Mel comes out gallavants around the ring, and her foe is revealed. Jayce stumbles out, heaving a hammer over his shoulder. Their eyes meet, Jayce drops his hammer, and the crowd roars. Mel can't look weak, so she lands a blow, throwing him on his back.

She hypes up the crowd to give him time to recover. He catches on, and they fight hand to hand. Mel's pissed and growing more so by the second meanwhile Jayce is living in a daydream seeing his girl again but he soon starts to notice that she's looking at him like he's the devil incarnate flashes of grief but mostly anger she's also not mitigating any of her attacks and her magic is getting fiercer, her hair and her eyes glowing. He ends up on the ground defeated, but her magic is still volatile, tendrils of it, whipping around her until she short circuits and collapses to her knee , Jayce tries to gather himself and go to her. But somebody beats him to her. A child with eyes like his comes to Mel's side. It reminds Jayce of when Ximena fell into the snow all those years ago. Jayce stumbles over to them slowly, his heart in his throat. Mel tucks her child into her arms, her lips curled in contempt as she eyes Jayce like a threat. "Who are you?" Jayce asks the doe eyed child gawking at him from the safety of their mother's arms. But of course Jayce knew. Mel releases the child telling them to stand back, Jayce caught up in his own emotions tries to talk to Mel but she's not having it, she's sits him on the floor again, and raises her fist, declaring victory. The crowds erupt, bell ring. Jayce is left dumbfounded on the ground, Mel grabs her child and leaves the stadium waving around looking triumphant as she exits.

As a reward for lasting so long in the ring, Jayce is still granted a short audience with Mel. He's guided to a room, that seems to be something like a entertainment area for patrons, two long tables that lead to a throne, there are signs of life splashes of dried wine, tipped over goblets and half eaten carcasses sitting atop silver platters. It was obviously recently cleared out. Mel sits at the throne. He stands before her and notices those eyes again, peeking at him from behind the throne.

"You wanted an audience, here it is"

"I have to admit I didn't plan this far ahead," Jayce chuckles.

"So, you're wasting my time"

"I need your help"

"Yes, well some things never change"

"Aren't you at all curious about where I've been all these years?"

Mel hums at the irony.

"Not particularly no, you have one question left, Talis"

"Who's that behind you"

"Come forth," Mel holds out her hand the child reveals themself and grabs it.

"Tell my old friend your name,"

"Jaena Medarda, heir to House Medarda, daughter of Mel and Tizor" the young child manages. Mel smiles proud.

"Can you find cousin Salerri, my heart?"

The child nods and flees, giddy and light.

"Tizor?" Jayce asks as the door closes.

"My husband"

"Is it just you, or is Viktor here as well, sleuthing somewhere in the shadows"

"He's volunteered with the medics" he says gruffly.

"You should get him to check you out then, you're in very bad shape"

"Jaena... is she? She has to be..."

"She's my daughter that's all that matters"

"Mel"

"I can temporarily set both you and Viktor up with quarters in my estate, I'd offer you space elsewhere but the whole of Runeterra's in town for the Tournament of Houses"

"I- thank you for your hospitality, Mel"

"Of course, my guards will escort you,"

He is guided out. In her aloneness, her emotions flood and Mel breaks down. Tears flowing.

Afterwards, when Jayce and Viktor are settled, Mel and Viktor begin to bond over their magic, drawing them together. Jayce and Viktor get closer as well, but they're both hesitant to pursue things now that Jayce is technically a father. Jayce and Mel argue over Jaena and their relationship. Mel's husband is out of the picture for now because he's away at sea, with the Noxian fleets. Jayce and Mel eventually make up, and Mel reveals that Jaena knows that Tizor isn't her father because she didn't want to keep her daughter in the dark the way Ambessa did with her. She hasn't revealed that Jayce is her father but will allow him to do so if he so wishes. Jayce asks if they can tell her together. Mel agrees. They do and then do a bunch of family bonding activities so Jayce and Jaena can connect. Mel starts to pull back when she realises she's still in love with Jayce. Comedies and family dramas ensue. Ximena makes her way over from Piltover. Tearful reunions blah blah blah. Mel gets drunk with Viktor one night, and they kiss. Mel becomes avoidant with him, too. Leading to Jayvik cornering her in the middle of the night to talk about their relationship. And that's how meljayvik endgame. Thank you very much.

[realitycanbewhateveridesire]

𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ✧ 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

(yes, i am back on my bullshit again. and yes, it's another one. or rather...the og one. granted, my backstory and plot for this perticular dr was always weak. forgive me.)

(this is so pretentious...i'm sorry for being cringy. it makes no sense.)

SETTING THE STAGE: meet ℑRIS

stars in her eyes, moonlight in her hair, her lips are poison. she is cosmos trying to disguise itself as a teenage girl.

chaotic mess personified. a zaunite siren and teenage dirtbag rolled into one.

iris is the current cause of jayce talis' headaches and his source of nightmares. or so he claims, the overdramatic man.

but...let's start from the beggining.

born on the late morning/near noon of year 970 an, iris entered the world with a scream. her little fists already curled, as if with anger at the unjust world, that she was born into. unlike one of her soulmates, she didn't arrive into this world surrounded by wealth and splendors but instead within the walls of a small shack, rickety and barely holding together. located down-low, in the very depths of the sump.

this place would not become her home. neither the woman who birthed her would be known to the girl by the name of mother.

instead the child was left without a mother, in the arms of her freshly orphaned half-brother, viktor. and later on raised by her biological father, viktor leaving for the academy and piltover.

since iris' early years, the girl was influenced by zaun's revolutionary circles. with her daddy and his friends at it's very centre, little iris got first row seats to hearing her father's and uncle silco's speeches. both, damn bastards in their own rights. to her, they were icons. she burned their words, their teachings into her mind. drinking it all up.

among many other things, it was this fact that attributed to her greatest ambition becoming the desire to contribute to the cause of zaun, as well as improving the conditions of her home.

iris was a restless wild child. between that and the healing factor of her magic, it was easy for her to miss the signs of her soulmate connection. the random scrapes and bruises would heal themselves too fast to be noted (don't worry guys, i figured that vi was one of my soulmates later on in my childhood. we aren't a couple yet, cuz idk. i am kinda scared to be in relationship. so, i want it to unfold organically.). her father has put that energy to use. he had her trained in combat and firearms. exchanged favors to have the brightest minds he knew tutor her.

and when she started showing the first signs of inheriting his arcane abilities, he began mentoring her.

iris was a piece of clay to be molded, a blade to be sharpened, his prodigy. and she would develop both her skills and knowledge even after erik was killed. a few days prior to the day of ash.

by the current age of sixteen, iris was competent fighter, artist and tinkerer. and a teenage menace as well.

she was living with benzo and ekko then, the three of them a makeshift family. arguing with the former constantly, angered at vander's and the middle-aged man's passivity towards topside's treatment of the undercity.

somewhere in the trajectory of her life, iris attempted to rob the apartment/workshop of jayce talis alongside her friends. the group was unaware of the dangers posed by the volatile hex crystals stored inside. the resulting explosion has injured both iris and vi, with the former being hit with a powerful blast of hextech magic energy. and unbeknowst to them, their other soulmate was injured too. she was just a wall away, an irony of fate. their soulmate connection meant they kept hurting each other. the three of them would have died, if not for the white-haired girl's self-healing powers. but even those were limited when faced with magic-caused wounds.

violet's siblings: mylo, claggor and powder had reluctantly fled the scene of crime. remaining uncaptured by enforcers.

the three teens eventually recovered, the incident shining light to them being soulmates.

through the series of chaotic shenanigans, both vi and iris narrowly escaped being sentenced to the stillwater's hold prison. and the latter, somehow even managed to become councillor heimerdinger's apprentice. she has been (funnily enough) assigned to viktor and jayce as a student/apprentice thing, to talis' utter horror.

(here is basically where i lose any idea what to script lol. sorry for this not making any sense.)

when it comes to fighting and powers, i have smoke-related powers and self-healing/regenerative powers. for the sake of combat, i also added spider-sense essentially, super speed and strength, as well as flexibilty, agility, etc.

i'm also not gonna lie, i am jinx's rip-off in my dr. i use explosives, guns and blades in combat. along with utilizing my smoke powers to confuse my enemies.

also, as you had guessed from the backstory...my dr is set in act 1 of season 1 more or less.

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH SOULMATES?

basically, soulmates are a thing in my arcane dr. the thing is...they're very, very rare occurance in runeterra. to the point of becoming a thing of myths/legends. i haven't really specified how the bond works in my dr, but i just headcanon that it manifests different depending on particular connection.

for mine, i take inspo/basically copy the idea from @/somewillwin's caitvi soulmates au. we share pain and injuries.

...

and...i guess that's all i have for now.

if you managed to get through that wall of text, then thank you <3

[lumilasi]

A scene from TVE I decided I really wanted to try drawing, which proved tricky because I wasn't sure how the floor of the Spire would actually look? I decided the pool room has sort of sand on it, although I don't mention it in the actual scene. I'm still slowly getting a hang of how to draw these 2. (scene sneak peek below):

"Jayce.”

He cracks his eyes open, looking up at Viktor who was still staring at his feet, a small frown still marring his features.

"What is it?”

"…..Can you tell me exactly, why we are here?”

"Aww, can’t we wait till after the bath? It’s so nice.”

Viktor huffs out a sigh and finally dares to look up, Jayce not missing the way his face gained some color, though one could claim it was the steam from the hot spring. Gods he was gorgeous, and Jayce wanted nothing more but to cross the distance between them just to rest his head on his lap again, so he could look up at his pretty eyes.

"….Jayce. You….do realize that since I have a piece of your soul within me, I can tell when you are being needlessly saccharine.”

Viktor comments dryly all of a sudden, and Jayce hides his face in embarrassment, letting out a sheepish laugh as his face flashes red. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty or bad about it, he was just being honest. For a moment, the golden eyes stare at him from across the pond unimpressed, before Viktor let’s out a huffing sigh, shaking his head with a fond smile.

"You are hopeless sometimes, Jayce Talis.”

"Only sometimes?”

"Most of the time. I’m trying to be nice here.”

"It doesn’t suit you, being too nice.”

"You’re right; please stop giving me cavities, your thoughts probably put the sickly sweetest romance novellas to shame. I already have back and leg problems, I don’t need to add constant toothache atop of it all.”

Jayce let’s out another laugh, before moving to swim across the lake, wrapping his arms around Viktor’s frame in a moment of boldness, Viktor’s entire body freezing for a second before he prods his forehead with a finger, face flushed even more now.

"I’m not your bathtoy.”

"I’m just making sure you don’t get too cold, sitting up there. The water’s much warmer.”

"Warm steam is rising from this magical hot spring, I’m fine sitting right here.”

Jayce let’s out another laugh, before sighing slowly and resting his head on Viktor’s lap now, feeling the weight of what he had to tell him start to settle on his shoulders again. Perhaps Viktor could sense it through his soul piece, as after a moment hesitant fingers start carding his hair, with Viktor no longer trying to get him to move away. Jayce remains silent for a long moment, stalling a little, perhaps, but he knew he had to tell Viktor, he deserved to know.

"…..I…..we….something went wrong.”

"What?”

"The…we didn’t manage to eradicate it all. Something got left behind. The two gods of this realm, their job is to monitor things like this. They noticed.”

He could tell Viktor was stunned speechless, the hand in his hair stopping, the entire body he was clinging to going stiff with shock. Jayce bites his lip, briefly pressing his face against the pale skin of Viktor’s thigh peeking out from beneath the robes to breathe in, gathering himself.

He proceeds to describe what Janus had told him weeks ago, about the leftover timelines, the unstable state they had been left in, and how effects from those verses were bleeding into other ones. He couldn’t bring himself to mention, that the reason this happened was likely because of Viktor’s own subconscious doubts, but he likely didn’t need to. Viktor releases a shaky breath, the hand briefly leaving him as he could tell his partner was now burying his face in his hands, trembling lightly against him. Jayce squeezes him gently, his fingers subtly stroking his lower back through the canvas of his robe.

"….Of course. Of course.”

That was all Viktor could say, frustration and self-loathing bitterness evident in his voice. Jayce just remains resting there, waiting silently for Viktor to process it all, hopefully finding comfort in the warm weight against him.

[t4tozier]

let's think about jayvik after the finale. they're magically alive and okay 👍

how do they get along with the other characters? what do they get up to in their free time? do they ever get pets? etc etc. head full of self indulgent happy jayvik bc they desperately need normalcy

hmmm this is very internesting. so in terms of their interactions with other characters i have to say that i realized that rather than arcane as a whole being my new hyperfixation it’s literally just jayvik (and zaundads to a lesser extent) so these hcs may be mid. but we persist

if jayvik don’t die then neither do jinx and vander. first of all. viktor doesn’t have the capacity to undo the warwickification of vander but they work something out

and i’ve always loved the hc of jayvik mentoring jinx and ekko so that definitely continues. chaos ensues but it’s good for jinx to have an outlet to create (and continue blowing things up) with adult supervision, and they both have new perspectives and creative ideas that occasionally make jayvik kick themselves for not thinking of it first

i don’t think that either jayce or viktor would be happy if they weren’t still innovating and creating, but they kind of. let hextech die out. which sucks, especially for jayce, whose entire life’s work had to be scrapped because they got too big for their britches, essentially.

i think jayce and viktor both deal with a lot of grief and guilt for their actions. they both blame themselves for the creation of hextech in the first place, jayce blames himself for killing viktor (even though vik understands after. yknow. everything) and that his idea was the one to lay waste to piltover. viktor, though jayce tries to insist that it was the hexcore controlling him and that he didn’t really know what he was doing, still feels responsible for his actions

but this time they have each other, and they have their friends, and it’s both harder and easier than it used to be to deal with their feelings

anyway onto the happy stuff

viktor and caitlyn have a wary sort of allyship. they both hold grudges but they try to get along for jayce’s sake

jayce is personally elated that cait has found someone. especially someone he can roughhouse because vi always brings out his immature side <3 he definitely gets his ass handed to him though

they both keep the long hair. jayce keeps the beard. viktor complains about beard burn but also thinks jayce looks very handsome with it so he suffers through it <3

viktor gets an axolotl. he loves that thing like a child.

jayce finds a stray dog on the streets after the war and feeds him. he ends up following jayce home and he has to sheepishly explain to viktor that he won’t leave jayce alone so he figured he should just bring him home.

viktor isn’t particularly mad about this—except for when the dog takes his spot in bed. that’s unacceptable. jayce will just scoop the dog up and put him on the other side so he’s the middle spoon between vik and the dog.

(also. jayce with a service dog ??)

…viktor with a service axolotl??

the arcane/astral plane did not completely heal either of them—they both still require their leg braces, and jayce gets a crutch for when it gets cold—but viktor’s no longer terminally ill. jayce cries when they find out.

even though the arcane no longer powers their inventions, they do go back to their initial ideas from way back when, bringing their inventions to the people, rebuilding the filtration system in zaun, building better and stronger mobility aids and prosthetics for anyone who needs it. the talis fortune pays for much of this—they no longer want investors, or anyone else, to tell them what they should build

[biblicallyaccuratewife]

Jayce spends the night in Viktor's prison cell, which turns out to be the most enjoyable part of his day.

To Chain a God - Chapter 19

Summary: After Viktor and Jayce are dragged back to Runeterra by a force outside of their control, a recovering Piltover faces a new challenge: how do you imprison a god? Viktor has surrendered himself to the people’s justice, but is still the Machine Herald in form and function, mechanical monster and boundless font of arcane power. Jayce is the only one who can see him as the man he was before, but he is also the only one who can answer to the other Councilors’ demands.

Jayce Talis was made famous for harnessing magic with technology. Now, he's being called upon to bind the god his work created, all while protecting him from the forces that would exploit him.

Chapter Teaser: Viktor rose from unconsciousness languidly, as if he were simply waking from a strange dream. Jayce could tell he had returned from the way his eye brightened and focused, settling on Jayce’s face, paying no heed to the prison around them. He hummed in sleepy acknowledgement, and Jayce felt his heart melt.

Briefly, Jayce imagined the same scene unfolding, not from the stone floor of a cage, but among the blankets and pillows of a comfortable bed. In that idyllic world, light would stream in through the window, revealing the lazy first moments of a new morning. At first, he envisioned that Viktor as a human, his slight smile foggy with restfulness, his brown hair messy with sleep and curled around his ears. 

Just as easily, though, Jayce realized could see Viktor there as he was now. Gleaming metal that sparkled in the sunrise, the damage to his face flawlessly repaired, his eyes twin suns of molten light, watching Jayce with contentment. As they slowly woke, side by side, Jayce would read the love in his alien expression, a secret language that only he knew.

Jayce knew then that either outcome would be perfect to him–and his heart broke knowing that both seemed equally implausible.

[technically-human]

More hex-comedy

[badpersonboogie]

(🌙 here again! And you can call me Crescent :D)

I’m obsessed with the Viktor killing lord Talis and Jayce coming back as him au it’s so good. I was thinking of an alt version of it where the Jayce that comes back is actually an eldritch entity that haunts the Talis Mansion, perhaps one of Lord Talis’s ancestors that died tragically and bears the same name. This entity was in awe of Viktor from the moment he stepped foot into the Talis estate- how could one man be so delicate yet so strong? So beautiful, so intelligent, so kind….Jayce falls headfirst. No one can see him, but he watches over Viktor carefully as he spends time in the estate. All he can do is pull a shawl over Viktor when he falls asleep at his desk and offer him a gentle hug when he’s lonely and cold. He guards Viktor’s part of the estate and takes special care of the servants that are loyal to Viktor as he is. And the ones that aren’t loyal? Well…who’s to say? Accidents happen. He wishes he could just get rid of the root of the problem, but he is unable to harm a direct descendant of his. He thinks this is ridiculous- how could the current Lord Talis even share the same blood as him? How could he ignore the perfect being that was his husband? Nevertheless, Jayce gets his chance when Viktor kills Lord Talis and buries the body. He quickly takes over, assuming Lord Talis as his host. From then on, he vows to be a better husband, to treat Viktor as he deserves.

Bonus points if Lord Talis is alive somewhere, still buried in his subconscious and is forced to watch from the inside as this person takes over his life.

I also think it would be interesting if after being dead for so long, Jayce has forgotten a lot of things accustomed with being human. A lot of his past memories are blurry too- so he barely remembers what being human feels like. He often smiles too wide, acts stiff, and is overall…uncanny. People whisper about him- spreading rumors about how he came back wrong. Viktor denies all of this, telling them that Lord Talis is the same as he’s always been and that their paranoia is what makes them see him this way.

I haven’t thought of how Jayce died in this au. My first thought is that he was in love with the previous reincarnation of Viktor but Viktor died from an illness, leaving Jayce to kill himself in anguish and forever haunt the Talis mansion until his loved one came back to him.

hello, cress! 👋👋👋👋

oooooo this is interesting! since we're going fantastical/horror... what if jayce is the talis that managed to harness magic in some way? it turned him into something else, something tied to the talis forge? so a part of the talis fame and fortune can be attributed to him? the seemingly eternal smith in the belly of the talis estate

now lord talis wanted to live somewhere else but living at this talis estate for at least a few years is required. so viktor gets dragged along and they live at different sides of the estate. and of course jayce sees viktor and is enchanted. pretends to be a servant at first with longer hair and beard. he's an off-putting guy but the other servants and even viktor help him and through out the weeks and months, jayce remembers how act human

but he still wants viktor and he watches his descendant carefully. when lord talis grabs viktor, jayce is furious. and when viktor kills him, jayce is proud. and when lord talis lays there dying? of course jayce takes advantage of the situation and possesses him (and if lord talis acts strange? that's just because he went on a long trip and came back with a new outlook, is that bad?)

(to go back to jayce being tied to the talis forge... his viktor was ill but used the last of his life to fuel the forge? so jayce stays by it to be with him?)

[tachyteliic]

[ cont. from x @vaarsal ]

You should have.

Three words burn in his bloodstream like venom. The day Viktor left— it hurt. It still hurts. Jayce has had to face his mistake every single day. He’s had to use his regret as fuel for weeks. His former partner’s face is impassive, and Jayce feels the resentment bubbling to the surface. He grits his teeth to keep himself silent, heartbeat thundering beneath scars and muscle. Jayce tips his face down, messy hair falling forward. Gaze like melted honey, beautiful and burning, still peering up at Viktor.

“I should have done more. Known more.” Talis agrees quietly, broad shoulders heaving with each heavy breath. His knuckles whitening as they grip the hilt of his hammer. You set us on this course, Jayce. You.

The words burn on contact— it’s acid poured down his spine, fire through his nerves and bones. The noise he makes is something between a sob and a crack of anger. Jayce snarls back, tone drenched in bitter resentment that doesn’t quite reach glassy eyes. “You aren’t fucking faultless here, Viktor. I made my mistakes and I’m trying to correct them. I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m not going to fail you— not again.”

And he lifts the hammer— magic charged by runes flashes within. The head shifting, breaking apart to prepare for a fierce and violent blast.

[bitchface24-7]

THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR

synopsis: Professor Viktor, the most sought out and dreamt of professor at Piltover Academy. Luckily for you… you’re his favourite student.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, no beta we die like most of the characters in Arcane

genre: m/f, m/m (however you label yourself, I hope you can read this and enjoy it!)

PART 2

Professor Viktor hasn’t been a professor for very long at the academy. After he and his partner Jayce Talis revolutionized machinery and magic in the form of Hextech, well… the academy and the council wanted their genius shared with the younger generations.

“The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” became a hit. This course had the highest approval ratings, least amount of absences, and highest amount of A students in the history of the academy.

Viktor’s proud of his students work, everyone else sees it as it is. Everyone is doing amazing due to their hot professor.

His attitude, his humour, his accent, his beauty. Professor Viktor is sin incarnate and doesn’t seem to realize it. The dreamy sighs, the lustful gazes. It all goes over his head like water down a ducks back.

Having Jayce come in as a guest speaker doesn’t help in the slightest.

The two men are gorgeous. Jayce with his broad shoulders, messy hair, and wonderful beard. A few strands of grey focused on his temples.

Viktor with his long hair, sultry eyes, lithe frame that’s mostly delectable legs. He dresses wonderfully too. All tailored to fit his frame perfectly. His tiny waist seems almost impossibly small.

Viktor tries his best to be impartial to his students; neutral as a good teacher should be… but there’s something about you.

You’re bright, intelligent, well-spoken. Overall beautiful. He can’t stop looking at you during lectures, he can’t stop thinking about you in the privacy of his own home; in his office as well.

You always pay attention in class, you ask riveting and inspiring questions, you continue the conversation Viktor is desperately trying to create to invigorate the students the way he and Jayce were all those years ago.

Your pretty eyes, soft looking lips, shiny hair. The way the academy uniform compliments your figure in all the right ways. He’s a man obsessed.

He knows you’re at least physically attracted to him. The way you bite your lip when you look at him, when you shyly look down when he compliments your work with a sultry “good job”

How you jolt in your seat from daydreaming when he comes up behind you and whispers in your ear to pay attention.

He wants to see how you react to other stimuli. A practical theory if you will.

Will you be good and listen to Viktor’s every command? Or will you be bratty; needing to be put over Viktor’s lap and your ass reddened to be taught a lesson. Would you prefer his hand, a ruler, or maybe even his cane?

How pretty would you look on your knees, taking his cock down your throat? Would your eyes water? Would you choke? Or are you secretly a slut, who can take it no problem.

Are you a moaner, a whimperer, a screamer, or a crier?

He knows his blatant desires for you are cementing you as his “favourite student” you can do things others can only dream of.

You can come to class late and not need a valid excuse, you can borrow any materials without reasoning, you can stay as late as you want during office hours; when anyone else would be politely but firmly told that their time was up.

People have noticed, everyone but you it seems. The rest of the class can’t help but envy you. How the hell do you have such a drop dead gorgeous man wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even realize it!

You’re going to realize it soon, when Viktor tells you to stay behind after class. That he has a theory he’d like to discuss with you.

That theory leaves you with your face feeling like it’s on fire, your throat sore, your body aching in a delicious way, your legs bowed, and your appearance completely disheveled.

Viktor gets the answers he’s been desperately craving and is not disappointed. He can’t wait for the semester to be over. He wants you, and he can pursue you when he’s no longer your professor.

He just gave you a taste of what he’ll give you everyday if you agree to be his.

(You’ll agree to be his. He rocked your shit)

[hexcoremagician]

ARCANE - MAIN.

In my canon for Viktor, he is Silco's son and is brother to Jinx. If the Silco or Jinx I am writing with it is okay to explore those storylines, that is awesome. If not, we don't have to ever write around that. He is the creator of Blitzcrank, the pet project that, along with a tailored uniform from his father, allowed him to steal into the Academy. He is also a scientific tutor for House Heimerdinger after being adopted into the House so he could become Cecil's assistant. In an attempt to assimilate him into Piltover customs, Heimerdinger gave him a full name, adding the "Cornelius" aspect to his name, whereas Viktor himself chose "Abraxas" as his middle name.

original name: Viktor of Zaun.

Piltover name: Viktor Abraxas Cornelius of House Heimerdinger.

alias: The Machine Herald/The Machinist, the Co-Father of Hextech.

pronouns: he/him/his.

age: verse dependent.

15-18 Years Old (Academy Years)

18-20 (Dean's Assistant Years)

20 Years Old (Act 1 of Arcane)

21-32 Years Old (Act 2-3 of Arcane)

Frozen in his 30s permanently due to augmentation of the HexCore (After Act 3 of Arcane)

orientation: bisexual; masc-leaning.

marital status: verse dependent. single, typically.

species: human (cyborg).

location: Piltover/Zaun. (Moves between the two nations.)

archetype: The Magician, The Hanged Man.

cyborg info:

Almost all of his body has been replaced by HexTech (Shimmermetal), save his head and neck. He wears many clothes to hide this fact, and also wears gloves.

He lacks many human weaknesses, is suspectable to death somewhat, and has somehow bonded with the Hex Core in such a way that its sentience and his consciousness are blurred together. The Hex Core wishes to be in total union with Viktor, and that is why he augments himself so much.

abilities:

plays the cello.

Inventor: A brilliant mind, Viktor is able to invent numerous contraptions, especially those made to utilize hextech gemstones. As the person who perfected hextech, he is one of the leading scientists in hextech innovations.

Hexclaw: Permanently attached to his back, the hexclaw is an additional arm that's also able to shoot a ray of concentrated magical light. Originally intended as a crafting tool, it's currently used as a death ray as well as an instrument used for fixing Viktor's cybernetic augmentations.

Hex Core: It is a self-learning and evolving hextech device. It is able adapt to any situation and has the potential of becoming a sentient and sapient being.

biography:

Viktor is an ambitious Zaunite inventor who resides in Piltover, working as the partner of Jayce Talis. Once brought into the Academy as the assistant to Heimerdinger, Viktor worked his way up from the undercity in hopes of improving lives, but his research was complicated upon discovering he was terminally ill. Nevertheless, Viktor does not let his disease stop him and he remains steadfast in finding a cure.

personality:

Viktor has an obsessive, idealistic personality, and is a workaholic. He is a self-described methodical, logical and thorough person, and is implied to previously have been emotional. He is interested in how techmaturgy could help society.

mannerisms & quirks:

Still has his cane/crutch/ even when he has completely changed to HexTech and no longer needs it. It evolves into his staff.

appearance:

During his time as a non-augmented person, Viktor was a white skinned, golden/hazel eyed and brown haired human with a scrawny build. Since his birth he had a deformity preventing him to walk and run naturally, needing a walking stick to move (later a walking crutch). During his time exposed to Zaunite pollution, it would greatly worsen his health conditions.

Since he started to dabble in self-augmenting hextech experiments, Viktor would slowly start replacing his body parts. First magically altered by the powers of the Hexcore with the aid of Shimmer (his right leg and hand specifically), he would eventually transition into mechanical augmentations, completely replacing most of his body parts, save his head.

[awkwardapologetic]

Pulling the Puzzles Apart - Chapter 3

Summary:

Jayce is a scientist from a small town who wants to bring back the mythic technology of a past he feels a strong connection to. Viktor is a god who has spent centuries paying for his mistakes. Jayce didn't expect to find a mysterious man trapped in a magic prison. Viktor never expected he'd ever see the man who imprisoned him again.

Relationships: Jayce Talis/Viktor

Tags: Alternate Universe, Post Post-Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Plot Heavy, Happy Ending, Reincarnation, Memory Loss, Recovering Memories

AO3 Link or read below

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CHAPTER 3

Jayce might be able to salvage part of the display for the runic matrix. It would be useful to have something like it when he went back to the surface, and having ready-made components would make the process of building his own much faster. 

The people back in his hometown must have investigated the transport station by now, and noticed him missing. What were they saying about him? What did they think happened to him? Maybe now that the tower was activated, they would see that it wasn't dangerous to them.

They would be setting up for the festival celebrating Violet, goddess of Love, soon. Or maybe they'd already started? It was hard to tell how long he'd been away while underground. He wasn't close with anyone in his hometown, so. He wouldn't be missing much.

Multiple sets of footsteps approached from down the hall. Jayce jerked up in alarm, smacking the back of his head on the display's mount. He swore, rubbing the growing lump on his skull, and fumbled for his tool bag for something to use as a weapon. His fingers curled around the handle of a torx driver. He swung it out defensively in front of himself just as the footsteps reached the doorway.

He immediately dropped it in shock at the sight before him.

It was— Was it— Who else could it—

It was a small group. At the head of the group was a beautiful woman in a white cloak, gold markings embossed on her face, her neck, and over the visible skin on her hands. Just like the goddess Mel had. Because this was—

The young man at her right shoulder, with white hair and a time-turner painted on his face. The young woman with clouds etched into her right side. The tall woman with an eyepatch covering her left eye. The pink-haired woman with the numeral for six inked onto her face.

If it weren't for where he was, and all of them together, he might not believe it. Gods. They were gods. Mel, Ekko, Jinx, Caitlyn, Violet— What were they doing here? Were they here... for him? That could not be good.

Mel— the goddess— looked about as shocked to see him as he was to see her, lips parted, eyes wide and glimmering with... were those tears? Was she crying? Did he make a goddess cry? He was doomed.

"Jayce?" she whispered.

He straightened, taking a half-step back. "Uh." He cleared his throat. "Uh, yes, I'm Jayce. You're— You're Mel, aren't you?"

She walked toward him, slow, peering searchingly at his face. It reminded him of how his companion looked at him. Like she could cut him open with her gaze. He couldn't turn away. "You don't remember me," she said quietly, coming to a stop a step away from sharing intimate space. "I can see it in your eyes."

The click of a cane broke Jayce from his stupor. In the doorway, Violet and Caitlyn— the goddesses— have vanished, leaving his companion ample space to cut between Jinx and Ekko— goddess and god— and enter the lab. His eyes fell on Jayce and Mel and his mouth twisted, just a little, before falling back into neutrality so quickly Jayce might have imagined it.

Wait a minute. "Did you bring them here?" Jayce accused in bafflement.

He didn't know if he should feel betrayed. What was the correct emotion to have when the man he extracted from an underground prison and had only known a few hours called the actual gods on him over his research? How was Jayce supposed to react to the fact that he could? Who was he?

"Calm down," he said, infuriatingly unbothered. "They came for me."

That cleared up nothing. "For you?"

"Wow," Jinx drawled. "Sound more surprised, why dontcha."

His face warmed. "I didn't mean it that way."

By the arch in her brow, she did not believe him and was about to say something about it, but Ekko interrupted. "Jinx, is he one of yours?"

"Well, obviously." She gave him a once-over, and if Mel's gaze cut him open, Jinx's flayed the skin right off him. It was deeply disconcerting. "Just couldn't stay away, could ya, hammer boy?"

...Hammer boy?

"I-I don't..." Jayce stammered. "One of yours? What does that mean?"

Jinx spun her whole body toward Ekko. "Didn't you say he was smart?"

"Alright," Mel said, stern. "Why don't the two of you speak with Jayce about the runic prison cell and how he managed what we could not? Ekko, if you would do most of the talking, please." She moved to Jayce’s companion, touching him lightly on the shoulder. "May I speak with you for a moment?"

He briefly met Jayce's eyes. Caught between still nursing a hint of confused betrayal and wanting to silently plead with him to not leave him alone with Ekko and Jinx, Jayce simply stared back. His companion nodded and stepped out of the room with Mel.

When they were out of sight, Jinx held up a hand, counting down on her fingers until their footsteps faded away. "Okay, instead of babysitting, I say we go eavesdrop, whaddya think?"

"Jinx," Ekko sighed, tilting his head pointedly at Jayce.

"What? He's fine. He'll figure it out on his own eventually. What's he gonna do, die again?" Jinx shot him a side-eye, like it occurred to her he might. Jayce blinked blankly at her. "We'll bring him with."

Jinx was the goddess of Rebirth. If he was one of hers, that meant... It could mean a lot of things. Changing names, forging a new identity, coming out the other side of a life-altering experience, any of those things are under Jinx's purview. The other part, the literal part, had never actually been proven to occur, despite what her acolytes claimed.

What's he gonna do, die again?

You don't remember me.

Ah. You're back.

What. The fuck.

"C'mon, hammer boy, keep up," Jinx whispered. She pulled him along by the wrist. His feet were numb and clumsy, and she moved fast. Ekko followed behind them. They left the lab building. Jinx pulled on his arm to get him to duck low, creeping around the building's side. Jinx peeked around the corner, crouched down and motioned he and Ekko forward, pressing a finger to her lips. Jayce hesitated.

"...if he doesn't remember," Mel was saying. They were talking about him. Arguing about him, maybe, by the tone of her voice. He crept closer, peeking over Jinx's head. Ekko leaned against the wall, letting out a quiet sigh.

His companion was sitting on an old wrought iron bench that was half-intact, half-bent-beyond-recognition. His cane rested across his thighs, slender hands folded overtop of it. The way he was bent over himself, he looked... gods, he looked exhausted. More than before. Like he was holding back a true, soulful weariness that would subsume him the second he stopped holding himself upright.

"What does that matter to me?" he asked Mel.

"What does it matter?" Mel responded in disbelief. "He's still a mortal. Without his memories, he may as well be a different man. He's a stranger to you, to us. A stranger who will one day die."

Oh. Jayce was going to need so many questions answered after this. Was his companion one of them? A god? He didn’t resemble any of the gods he knew of, and Jayce would remember learning about a god with a cane and gradient hair.

"No," his companion said softly. "He is still Jayce."

Mel rubbed her forehead, the fight bleeding from her face. "And when he dies?"

He said nothing.

"Come with us to Numesa. Our home waits for you."

"I thank you for your invitation," he said, "but I must decline. I had enough of trying to belong somewhere I do not in my mortal life."

"Of course you belong." She took a step closer, softening her voice. "You've always belonged."

His companion sighed, that exhaustion sinking into the sound. "I would ask you not to ply me with false regard. I never held the respect of Piltover. Or you, for that matter."

Hurt flashed in Mel's eyes, and she appeared genuinely taken aback, but his companion had turned his head down. It was possible he had closed his eyes. Did gods need to sleep?

"I... did not realize my respect for you was ever in question," she said diplomatically. "You have it. Back then, as a man of science, and now, as a member of our pantheon."

He was a god, then. It explained so much about him, but Jayce only had more questions than before.

His companion made a soft, doubtful noise that cut off halfway through like he couldn't be bothered. "Pretty words, Councilor."

Hurt was joined by irritation pulling down her brow. "You say you never held my respect, but it seems I've been the one lacking in yours." She took a breath, her face smoothing. "I see we're not getting anywhere right now. We can return to this conversation later."

He made another noise that was neither a confirmation or a denial. Mel cast him a last, lost look and turned to leave. In the direction of where Jayce, Jinx, and Ekko were hiding.

Jinx's elbow met his gut. The air was expelled from his lungs with a wheeze, then she was shoving and pushing him back, herding both him and Ekko toward the door inside while Jayce struggled for breath.

When the soldiers arrived in town, the townspeople knew it couldn't mean anything good. There was only one reason for them to make the trek to their out-of-the-way home, and they'd rather that reason be left well enough alone.

"You don't know what caused it to awaken?" the captain asked. She was a large woman, made larger by her armor. She shrunk the room just by sitting in it. The town's leader, a man called Hern, on the cusp of retiring from farm work and leaving it in the hands of his daughter and her husband, refused to be shrunk along with it.

They sat across from each other at his dining table, drinking cups of tea he prepared for them. He would do his best to give her no reason to think him uncooperative.

"No idea," he lied. "We searched the tower and found nothing."

She regarded him shrewdly, watching the minute ways he shifted in his chair. "Your town is quite remote," she observed idly, swirling her cup. "I can't imagine you get much news from outside."

"Not often, no," Hern admitted.

"Then you wouldn't have heard about Vrobeck." Vrobeck, a port city built along the Bard River, and the closest city to their town, though close was being generous. It was still a week-and-a-half trip one way by cart.

"No, I haven't heard anything about Vrobeck," Hern said, tapping his finger against his cup apprehensively.

"It's fallen.” She took a sip of tea. “Destroyed almost a week ago."

Hern sat back and swallowed, running a hand over his thinning hair. "War?"

"No. The beasts from Deep Lake attacked."

His hand fell to the table with a thud. "They traveled upriver?"

She hummed in confirmation. "They haven't been satisfied just attacking the lake towns. After Vrobeck, scouts went downriver and confirmed at least two fishing villages were destroyed, too. Worse still, reports from the survivors of Vrobeck say that the beasts are beginning to form legs. If that's true, they won't be bound to waterways for much longer."

It couldn't be true, Hern thought. It was something out of a nightmare. The beasts of Deep Lake were monsters the size of twenty men; they spawned from the abyss at the black bottom of that cursed lake, gifted with horrific powers to alter their bodies that prevented any attack from holding them off for long.

The towns around the lake were fortified like strongholds, and surviving the beasts was tradition they held as a point of pride. Even a few of them had fallen in the last decade as the beasts' bloodlust grew. What hope did the rest of them have?

"You understand now why I hold your town's little relic in such interest," she said. "In fact, I had my subordinates search the tower as well. I think they found something you missed."

She pulled a sheaf of paper from a pouch at her hip, unfolding it without care or patience and pressing it to the table in front of Hern. It was covered in nonsense scribbles and notes that meant nothing to him, most of them crossed out in evident frustration. One side was ragged where it had been ripped out of its bindings.

In the bottom corner, a familiar name was scrawled in careful, neat penmanship.

"Tell me," the captain said. "Who is Jayce?"

"Your idealism," Viktor said, stopping Mel in her tracks. She looked at him over her shoulder. "I respected that. Your cutthroat opportunism, eh, not so much. It was difficult to tell which part of you was leading any given day."

Mel released a breath, letting some tension go with it. She and Viktor were never close in their mortal lives, and centuries of empathic entanglement might have built a bond between them, but it was no replacement for true communication. They weren't going to be able to paper over their actions back then like they'd never happened. "For me, too."

"Jayce believed in you so much," he continued, fondness catching his voice. Mel faced him fully, grabbing her elbows to fortify herself. "Whenever we had a difficult proposition to make, he would say, 'We don't need to convince the Council. We just need to convince Mel.'"

A high compliment indeed, to believe her opinion was the only one that mattered. "He wanted to see the best in me." Viktor's eyes flickered open. She tried to smile. "After your illness worsened, he was... lost. All his life's achievements meant nothing to him if he couldn't save you. Amongst his priorities, that was always the first."

Mel wondered if it wasn't that disillusionment that made it easier for him to warp his dream into weapons of war. She didn't voice this thought. It would have been cruel, like she was trying to absolve herself of her role in pushing him along that path and instead laying the blame at Viktor's feet.

Viktor smiled sadly. "Look where that got him."

In that phrase Mel understood that while Jayce's loss was an aching scar for her, it was an open, bleeding wound for Viktor. One she didn't know how to heal. The stranger wearing his face would certainly not help. "I should check on Caitlyn. I don't think she took seeing him well."

Viktor levered himself to his feet, the burden of hundreds of years of solitude dragging down his body. "I will return to Jayce to see how Jinx and Ekko are faring with him."

She nodded. "We'll talk about Numesa once things have... calmed down.” Hesitating for a short moment, she added, “I want you to be happy, Viktor."

His cane clicked almost melodically as he walked past her. "Even your abilities have limits, Mel."

Jayce's chest was tight, heart pounding painfully within. His leg bounced with frenetic nerves. Jinx and Ekko were watching him, twin gazes boring into his skin that made his heart beat harder.

"Okay, man," Ekko said, and Jayce nearly flinched at the sound. "You've got to tell us how you unlocked the prison. You wouldn't believe how long we've been at it with no results."

How? How did he? He was having trouble remembering. Thinking.

A whole life. A whole life he didn't remember. People— gods— he didn't know but who knew him. Who was he before? Who was he now? Did it matter? Did anything matter?

Jinx snapped her fingers in front of his face, and this time he did flinch. "Hey! Focus. How'd that big genius brain of yours crack it?"

Why would they not stop bothering him? "My— my notes," he gestured at the scattered journals on the floor. "You can take a look. At the very end of the, uh, the yellow one."

Jinx swiped it from the floor and sauntered over to Ekko, leaning with her back against his chest. She flipped through the pages while he looked over her shoulder. For a few moments, they were quiet, their attention somewhere other than on him.

In his past life, he knew gods. What did that mean? It meant it was before the War for Tomorrow. Or during. When gods still interacted with mortals regularly. Eras he had frustratingly little information on.

But... the way they spoke. His companion mentioned his mortal life. Did that mean the gods were once mortal? That was ridiculous, right? If mortals could become gods, he would know about it. Everyone would know about it. Wouldn't they?

This was too much. Jayce was a scientist, not a theologian. Dammit. This wasn't what he came here for.

He forced himself to get up, returning to his work on the runic matrix display with a stubbornly clenched jaw. He was soon interrupted.

"What the fuck is that?" Ekko gritted out. It was not a good sign that he was the agitated one. Jayce peaked his head out in time for Ekko to shove his journal in his face, pointing indignantly at a rune on the page. "That. Right there. What the fuck is that?"

Jayce glanced between his frowning face and the character on the page. "It's Shatter."

"Shatter?" If anything, he sounded more indignant.

"It's for breaking up bonded components into their base parts."

Jinx glared at him over Ekko's shoulder. It was difficult to be intimidated when Jayce knew she had to be standing on her tippy-toes to do so. "Where'd you find it?"

"The transport tower? Down on the surface?" They're not questions, but Jayce couldn't help his uncertainty in the face of their combined glower. "That's the place I found all the runes I know."

"We searched everywhere for new runes, including the Hexgates, for you wouldn't believe how long," Ekko said. He drew back, frowning harder down at the journal. "We never found this one."

"Hexgates? Is that what they're called?" The original name. The name the creators gave them. Amazing. Incredible. Jayce would have to ask what everything else was called.

Footsteps accompanied by the click of a cane were followed by the reappearance of his companion. "Are we discussing the Hexgates?" he asked lightly, joining their interrogation circle. "Honestly, I'm surprised any of them still work."

"Do you recognize this rune?" Ekko asked, showing him Jayce's notes.

He considered it perfunctorily, then did a double take. His brow slowly furrowed. "No. I have never seen this before."

"Then it couldn't have been in the Hexgates!" Jinx declared, turning on Jayce with a pointed finger in his face. "What game ya playing here, hammer boy?"

"It's—" Jayce went cross-eyed staring at her finger. He took a step back. "It's the only place it could have come from!"

"Do you remember finding it?" Ekko asked.

"Uh..." Jayce thought back, sifting through his recollection of discovering and testing new runes. He remembered using Shatter in a lot of his tests, so it had to be one of the first ones he discovered. But... "No. I don't remember the particular moment."

The three gods exchanged looks with each other. "Can knowledge carry over like that?" Ekko asked Jinx.

"Sure. But if it came from back then, wouldn't fortune cookie over here know it?"

"Jayce and I were separated for quite some time toward the end," his companion said quietly. "It's possible he made a discovery he never shared with me."

Jayce's heart stopped and his mouth fell open. "I was one of the originators of the runes?" He stared at his companion with wide eyes. "We were?"

"Well, shit," Jinx said boredly. Ekko flicked her on the ear, ignored her disgruntled hiss, and pulled her from the room with a nod to Jayce's companion.

"Yes, we were," his companion confirmed. Jayce groped for a chair and sunk down into it, holding a hand to his head against a wave of dizziness. "We worked together extensively. We were partners."

Jayce took a moment to absorb all of that. His companion shone with a new light. Comments about his mortal life made a little more sense. A little. Jayce still hadn't wrapped his head around it.

"That's... that's great!" He grinned, shaking off the wobbliness in his legs to stand. "You're a true expert! You've worked on the runes, and the risks you were talking about, you would be the best one to work out how to mitigate them. You could show me. We could work together!"

His companion jolted back like Jayce had struck him, pain written across his face. Jayce's grin faltered. Right. They'd already worked together before. It must be difficult for him that Jayce didn't remember. 

He said they were partners. They must have been close.

"There's been so much going on," Jayce said. "I'm... having trouble keeping up, to be honest. But these runes, this technology, it has the potential to be something beautiful. This is important to me. I guess it always has been? And-and I can't shake the sense that you're important, too, and I... I don't even know your name."

His companion smiled with fondness and amusement disproportionate to Jayce's admission, soft amber eyes lighting up with a quiet spark of life. Jayce's heart stuttered. At this rate, he was going to develop a condition.

"It's Viktor," he said, and something inside Jayce burned with recognition.

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