#jayce likes to chase highs

[sharpace]

So, I get Viktor burying himself in his work to deal with the divorce, but Jayce being a alcoholic sure is surprising what with how straight laced the guy is. I'd love to hear your explanation for that.

His life fell apart. 😔

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licked clean.

➸ ask: ““Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it.” For Jayce please😭seriously love your blog!!” ➸ pairing: jayce talis x fem!reader ➸ word count: 719 ➸ tags: mdni! smut, porn w/o plot, cunnilingus, just pure filth ok? ➸ notes: i lied to your faces about not having anymore posts this week loooool. i desperately needed to get this written kdsjgdfgssl

“Fuck—” your voice cracked, echoing off the walls of Jayce’s lab, empty save for you two. You sat atop his desk, research notes pushed hastily aside, with your back against the tabletop. With spread legs, you gave him everything he’d been aching for all day.

His tongue flicked at your clit greedily, throbbing and shooting electricity through the tightened muscles in your legs. Large, calloused hands kept your thighs apart as he feasted, filthy groans vibrating against your cunt as he lapped you up and tasted the desire dripping from your folds.

You were his favourite meal, easily eating you out for hours if he could spare the time. He loved how you squirmed under his touch, how his warm breath against your heat curled your toes. Tasting you was addictive; your scent drove him fucking mad.

“You like that?” He asked lowly, eyes flicking up to see the way your hands grabbed hastily at your breasts, squeezing and pulling at your nipples with nimble fingers—putting on a show for your lover.

You wanted to answer, but he sucked on your clit, and all you managed to sputter out was a cry that caught on your tongue. He moved lower to lick along your slit, tongue delving into the tight muscles of your cunt, nose brushing against your clit with each push of his muscle inside you. An overwhelming amount of ecstasy shot through you, your back arching until your hips ached.

“Oh, Jayce—,” you pleaded, eyes rolling back into your head as a hand flew to his hair, providing you with the support to grind your face against his inviting mouth. The friction and pressure sent you to the edge, your heels digging into his shoulders. "I-I’m going to cum—”

He pulled his lips back at the mere mention of your climax, grinning at the way you whined and tried to chase his mouth, but his hands kept you pinned in place.

“Let me savour you,” he purred, chaste kisses ghosting along the skin of your inner thighs as you held back the urge to thrash and whine. For your good behaviour, he slipped two fingers inside your neglected cunt that was begging to be fucked and pulled in the digits deftly, “Fuck, you’re easy.”

“Jayce–” you whimpered, gasping at the way his fingers curled against your g-spot. Calculated movements as his other hand worked over your clit. Four fingers rubbed back and forth over the bundle of nerves with a delicate touch. The edging had left you devastatingly overstimulated, thighs twitching and fearing you’d have to pull away, “Gods, you asshole—”

He chuckled, the sound low in his chest and sending shivers up your spine as he fucked you with his fingers.

“So rude,” he teased, licking over his teeth as he worked his fingers in and out. Circling your clit with his thumb for consistent pressure and earning mewls of pleasure rolling from your lips. His eyes were bright, watching eagerly as he could feel your walls clenching tight around his digits, your release so fucking close. “Look at me when you cum.”

Fuck.

You forced yourself up on unsteady elbows, looking at him for the first time since he had been on his knees for you. His stubble was coated in your juices, a fevered look in his eyes that sent heat to your tummy. 

It hit you like a tonne of bricks. A high-pitched moan choking in your throat as you came–hard. Your thighs tried to squeeze together as your hips stuttered violently from the surge of pleasure washing over you, but he stopped you. His eyes focused on your cunt that convulsed around his fingers, your creamy cum coating his fingers as he coaxed it out of you with practiced precision.

“Good girl,” he murmured affectionately, eyes locking onto yours as his fingers pulled from your pussy once your hips steadied. You watched wide-eyed and frozen, his sticky fingers lifting to his lips. The way he sucked on his fingers was fucking decadent, moaning thickly as he licked the cum from his digits until they were clean—not once breaking eye contact with you.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, cheeks burning hot and watching in awe at the vulgar display.

“Not done yet,” Jayce huffed when he finished, pressing forward and licking your cunt clean.

[zevrra]

same anon from before :3 but another thot

HEAR ME OUT. i saw a tictok the other day about how jayce just does what he’s told and oh em geeeeee commanding jayce to mess Vik up ie. kissing him up and down, jacking him off all while you watch. SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

includes: [nsfw!!] [18+ only, mdni!!] jayce is an obedient little thing and does what he’s told! :3

ft. jayvik x gn!reader

extra(s): thank you so much for this request anon! this was a lil fun to write ;3 i hope you enjoy tho!! feel free to request for more! (i also barely skimmed over this so forgive any errors kshdjh <3)

“jayce, you’re such a good boy and you listen so well,” you muse, running your fingers through thick brown hair. his soft, hazel gaze stares up at you from his seated position before you, his head resting on your knee. “always so eager to please, hmm? but it’s not me who needs attention tonight.” you add as you rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone.

jayce had been to another council party and had come back home to you and viktor rather…tipsy. honestly, he was actually really drunk and far more clingy than he normally was as his head rests in your lap. if it were any other night when you didn’t have reports to go over and present before 6 am tomorrow; you’d be all for jayce’s little advances to join in on his and viktor’s fun. but tonight he’d just have to enjoy viktor’s company alone.

“listen to me, pretty boy. i want you to make vik feel good, can you do that for me?”

jayce looks at you with slightly saddened eyes as you caress his face. his pretty, begging eyes were sure to work on you if viktor had not stepped in. “are you sure you cannot join us?” he asks, his own hand brushing along jayce’s bangs as he leans back against your desk.

“i’ll just have to watch tonight.” you respond with a smile.

and that was far easier said than done.

for jayce, he still wanted to have you involved in any way he could get you— and that came down to you ordering him around like a lost puppy. he wouldn’t move, kiss, or touch without your instructions. he wanted to obey every word you spoke while you watched from the sidelines. and vik was no help at all either; he wanted all of this. wanted your gaze to watch their every move while jayce followed your every order to make him feel good. wanted to know you were included just as much as jayce did. and after some pretty pouting and a mix of pleas, you finally agreed.

so between paragraphs breaks of whatever paper you had written up days before; you would take a glance at the men leaning against your desk. coming to said break, you look up from your notes as viktor is pressed against jayce’s chest while jayce trails kisses against his neck, his hands roaming over viktor’s thin waist. somewhere along the line you had managed to get them to strip their shirts off, without tearing any clothes thankfully, but jayce still refused to advance unless you told him so.

“kiss him baby.” you order jayce who happily obliges.

jayce turns viktor’s face towards him, kissing him eagerly as he caresses vik’s jaw with one of his big hands. their tongue’s clash together as they make out and jayce eats up every groan he draws from vik. you watch as jayce presses viktor back up against him, gripping his hips from behind, as the two kiss each other like they were both air they needed to breathe.

you glance briefly away to go over the next paragraph on your notes. you find yourself reading the printed words faster than before solely so your eyes can find the two of them just a little bit faster.

“blegh, i can taste the liquor you drank jayce.” viktor gripes as he breaks the kiss, sticking out his tongue a little. he could clearly taste the strong alcohol lingering on jayce’s tongue; and it almost made you want to taste jayce too, just to confirm.

“m’sorry v…” jayce apologizes with a little drunk pout before chasing after viktor’s lips once more. he returns to kissing viktor as you finally finish the paragraph as your gaze settles on the two once more, while their eyes fall closed as they kiss. you watch as jayce’s tongue runs over vik’s bottom lip before diving between his parted lips and you have to stifle your own whine watching them. you wish you could be jealous but you’re the one who declined in their activity so you’d just have to continue to watch, for now. thank god it was a tasty sight to behold.

“take his pants off, jay. he’s so hard.” you softly instruct, gesturing to the strain on viktor’s pants. even out of the corner of your eye you could see the bulge inside of his pants, begging to be freed. jayce is quick to have his hand travel down the front of vik’s thin torso, fumbling with the belt of his pants, as vik breaks their kiss once more to groan deeply at jayce’s large hand brushing up against his erection. and you can only watch for so long as jayce attempts and fails a few times to undo vik’s belt before you finally reach out with your free hand to unclasp the belt for jayce. who quickly does away with the it, muttering something incoherent about how horrible the design was, while smoothing a hand down the front of vik’s pants; giving him a firm squeeze. you smile at the noise vik makes.

“jerk him off for me pretty boy. make him feel really good.” you sigh, reluctantly turning your eyes to your notes once more.

you glance quickly over your notes while out of the corner of your eye you watch jayce practically manhandle vik. he’s unceremoniously yanking down the other’s underwear and by the sound vik makes you know jayce has wrapped his fingers around his cock. your eyes scan over the paper in your hand as your leg subconsciously bounces. and if listening to viktor softly whine wasn’t enough to distract you, the sound of jayce whispering sweet nothings while stroking viktor off was for sure making it a little harder to pay attention to the paper in your hands. and while you do manage to read the last few words of the paragraph (and you’ve probably had to re-read it a few times) you thank god; for there’s only one more paragraph left now. you debate going over it as quick as you can, finishing off the notes right then and there but before you can, viktor's voice draws your attention to the two once again.

“j-jayce!” viktor whines, throwing his head back. his fingers grip jayce’s forearms, while jayce continues to stroke him off, practically standing on the tip of his toes as he craves more and more from jayce. pleasure written all over his face as his amber eyes stare at jayce’s fingers rubbing over his tip. you knew how sensitive he was and so did jayce, clearly targeting his weak spot; even when drunk he was damn good with his hands. the sight and the noises slipping from both men made your thighs ache with need. you couldn’t deny your own growing want inside of you as you simply watch the two.

“your hand will not be enough jayce.” you mutter, eyes fluttering up at jayce’s drunk gaze. he glances at you just as he plants a heavy kiss against vik’s neck as his hand falters just a little at your words. realization breaks through the fog of his inebriated mind at what you’re telling him to do and he’s quick to act. he repositions viktor to take his spot on the desk and in one swift motion he drops down to his knees, adjusting viktor’s bad leg onto his shoulder to rest, while his hand wraps around the base of vik’s cock once again. without hesitating jayce is just as quick to wrap his mouth around the thick of vik’s head, swallowing him down until the very base.

at this point, you’d rather chew on glass than read these damn notes anymore but you manage to rip your eyes away from them one last time, skimming over the words as fast as you can, retaining absolutely nothing, just to finish off whatever paragraph you had left. finally done with these damn notes, you toss them onto the other side of the desk not being used, and hurriedly stand up. you strip off your shirt before joining viktor’s side. your fingers push through jayce’s dark hair while you capture vik’s lips and you eagerly get to swallow his moans this time. you can just barely taste the lingering liquor on his tongue from jayce but it’s still there; just enough as you press your tongue against vik’s.

viktor and jayce share a groan as you join their little entanglement. you press your other hand against vik’s thigh as jayce continues sloppily sucking him off. vik breaks your shared kiss with a whine. “thought you were just watching tonight?” viktor mutters with a sharp cry as jayce sucks, particularly rough, against his tip.

“yeah well, you two are gonna be the death of me.” you respond before diving back to his lips once more.

after the three of you finished fooling around for the night you’d definitely have to re-read over those damn notes again before tomorrow morning…you weren’t getting any damn sleep tonight.

[ithinkimnormal]

tbh i feel like the reason why original lore jayvik is still so much better than arcane jayvik is that they have FAR STRONGER motivations. They both want to be the best at what they do, they make a rivalry of it, and they despise the political games surrounding them in equal measure.

League vik/jayce who bond over openly mocking high-society parties. Who are just barely humoring their stupid investors so they have an excuse to keep working together. League vik/jayce who firmly believe only ONE guy on earth understands them enough to operate on the same level. Who will chase each other to the ends of this universe, and through all the others.

Viktor wants to make the world perfect. His idealism is so great that it sways Jayce from his lonely cynicism, makes him fall head over heels --- while Jayce is increasingly afraid that Vik's growing idea of perfection means becoming the very unjust totalitarian power he's always hated. Their conflict works because in deep and persistent way they know part of the other is right.

Its just completely ridiculous to me how the show dropped their ying/yang balance to throw in... a dumb council-assistant and politician plot 🙄 Viktor would never swallow being a traitor to his own homeland like that! Jayce's *entire thing* is that he chooses to believe in humanity's goodness and capacity to make things right over forcibly ordering them around! THAT'S WHY THEY WANT TO KISS EACHOTHER IN THE MOUTH.

[avelera]

So remember in season 1, Viktor has visions directly given by the Arcane and that's how he comes up with the idea of the Hexcore - and he also says that "the Arcane speaks through mages". So, even back in season 1, the idea that Viktor has been chosen by the Arcane was already alluded to! He was always on his way to becoming a mage, even before the Hexcore and the merge.

Do you think Jayce subconsciously felt it? Jayce, who was always so fascinated by magic that he was ready to commit suicide rather than live without it, who immediately told Viktor how "beautiful" magic was and then used that very word to describe Viktor himself in season 2 - did he realise that his fascination was always with Viktor in particular, do you think?

Oh man, Anon, there's SO many ways to answer this, where do I begin.

1 ) I wish we got more of what magic means to Jayce, because the tastes we get are so tantalizing and btw, I think the show gave us the right amount, it's for us to explore in fic and stuff after, but the implications are SO JUICY.

I absolutely headcanon (with evidence) that Jayce's evolution into wanting to create Hextech went like this:

Jayce as a kid: I want to be the mage who saved us! Look at my drawing of myself as a mage with a magic HAMMER just like my dad has, as the perfect fusion of everything I want to be when I grow up! :D

Jayce as a teen: I'm crushed to learn I have zero innate magical ability BUT I've still got this hammer and an entire upbringing as a member of a family of tool makers. What if there's a tool out there that would let me be a mage in another way? I will call it HEXTECH!! :D

Jayce as an adult: Now I have a degree, and a patron, and I have to be very careful about letting people know about Hextech because I'm from a city that was founded on a hatred of mages, so it needs to be presented to the world as TECHNOLOGY as meant for the BETTERMENT OF OTHERS. I can't be selfish, I have to draw inspiration from the mage who saved me by making magic about helping others. But deep down, part of me will always be that kid who didn't want to have to unlock magic with technology, who always wanted to just be the mage. Magic was secondary, the Mage was always the true first love, the true inspiration that changed my life, and I have been chasing that high ever since.

2 ) But one reason I wish we had gotten to explore this just a little more (cuz I'm an addict not because it would be a better story) is because I think there's a bit of an inherent tragedy to Jayce always wanting to be the mage and, in the process, falling in love with not one but two people who have the Arcane speaking through them?

Then you can also sort of loop it back around to a rather common queer awakening which is, "Do I want this person or do I want to be them?" and for years, Jayce thinking he wants to be the mage but once he's an adult, realizing part of that feeling was love, that he wants to be with the mage.

(And just to be super duper clear, Viktor rescued Jayce and then bounced out of there, immediately, I see Jayce discovering his feelings for the mage as being like a very early-days moment of inspiration that planted itself in his psyche and then years and years later, when he began to think about things like love for the first time, maybe then part of him realized that what he's mistaken as love for magic or Hextech was always love for the mage who saved him, on some level. I just want to be super duper clear that you can have an awakening moment as a child, something that will later define what you want out of life, without it necessarily being romantic at that point in life because I've seen some people be weird about it and I don't think that's what's happening there even if I think it's an element and now I'm rambling OK MOVING ON)

So Jayce has now canonically been in love with two mages and yeah, I think that is very much playing into my take and what we see in canon, he loves magic, but he loves the mage more, and maybe part of what worked as attraction for him was that he could feel the Arcane in them.

But I also wonder if spending so many years trying to find a practical, technological, scientific way to access magic obscured to Jayce the fact that it WAS magic? Like Viktor is right, they're treating magic like a tool, JAYCE is treating magic like a tool, because he comes from a family of TOOL MAKERS. To expand Hextech, they needed to think like mages. And Viktor is the first one to let the Arcane in, to let the Arcane set the course instead of them trying to bend it to their will (which maaaay have been a bad idea, I think the Arcane is way more complicated than that, yin-and-yang, requiring balance and they were actually meddling with forces they couldn't understand, clearly).

So to go back to your question:

1 ) Jayce thought it was the magic that was beautiful but it was ALWAYS about the Mage for him, and he got a fixation on mages after that which even HE isn't fully aware of.

2 ) I don't think Viktor was always destined to be the Mage, but that's a personal preference, I'm not a big fan of "magic genetics" in general and I vastly prefer systems where magic and fate is a choice. So I actually find it MORE BEAUTIFUL that Viktor becomes the Mage because of Jayce's love, because Jayce brought him in on Hextech, in the cycle of Viktor then taking the magic Jayce gave him to go back and save Jayce and inspire him with magic, like that's so tasty for me. But I also think sure, deep down, there was always a subliminal attraction to the Mage which could have played into Jayce's attraction to the person of Viktor, because they're the same person

[viktorsheraldry]

I just want a fic of Viktor loving Jayce so much that he forces him to live after the last episode.

He would just give Jayce one sad smile after Jayce said they’d end it together, maybe caressing his cheek softly and mutter an ‘I love you’ to Jayce, before Viktor ends up ejecting him out of the astral plane and using the rune himself.

Jayce had his mother and Cait to get back, and he just couldn’t stand to pull him away from them even if he selfishly wanted to have the man all to himself.

So he goes through the agony of being unmade and made again but feels so warm knowing Jayce will live another day and be around the people he loves. One sacrifice for the good of the whole in regards to Jayce.

Only he doesn’t end there. He winds up somewhere in the same world, body still gleaming with the metal of the Hexcore but the sinister almost no there edge of a vast being is absent from his mind. He still has his powers, but they are more organic than before, not like they were sucking the life out of him at every turn.

He lives a quiet life over the next 5 years, helping people in his travels in an effort to atone for the misguided and corrupted ways he tried to hand out peace. Viktor would think often on Jayce, hoping he was doing well and good for himself.

It wasn’t until he was in the outskirts of Noxus, helping build prosthetics for the less fortunate, that he sees Jayce again. He stands near Mel, a smile on his face and hands sweeping out as he talks about something or other. It hurts but Viktor is glad he looks good, healthy even. He watches from afar at the market till he passes, amber eyes shadowed underneath his hood. It was the closest thing he could find to their original blanket.

Viktor turns away to grab a few of the fresh fruit lining the stand, intending to return to his temporary accommodations he’d been given. But spares a glance back to Jayce, one selfish last look for he hopefully never sees Jayce again. He burns for the man so furiously but knows it would be best for him.

Hazel eyes widen as they connect with his. Viktor steps back as Jayce calls out to him softly, hands reaching out to him. Viktor can practically see the tears brimming in his eyes even from half away across the market.

He takes another step back, eyes darting away to look for an escape route. They jerk back when Jayce barks his name louder, more demanding for his attention. Jayce’s looks pleadingly but there’s also an edge of something more, authority perhaps. Promise of chase if Viktor makes a run for it, but a glance at his leg tells Viktor he has a high chance of getting away if he makes the dash now.

Viktor doesn’t even turn back to Jayce, dropping the bag of fruit and dashing through the streets and into one of the many alleyways of the sprawling city, ignoring Jayce’s increasing frantic cries

[thekirammanjinx]

Mel and Cait make me insane, like i wish we got more of them so bad. Like, Caitlyn is the only person she has left now, because she was Jayce's sister and her friend's daughter.

They are sisters in my heart (i will never let got of the fact Ambessa called Caitlyn "kin", like she looked so genuine in that moment)

Hmm I actually think Mel would feel empathy for ambessa sticking her talons in caitlyn. She'd extend her support and apologize for caitlyn having to suffer underneath her mother's version of indoctrination. Ambessa took advantage of cait, even if she held her to some high regards, it was never healthy.

Caitlyn and Ambessa mirror Silco and Jinx, where a *parental* figure took them in and did not allow them the space to grieve or face their emotions and loss.

Mel and Cait are family, but not because ambessa called her "kin"

I definitely think they would both talk about their mothers. But in the case where Caitlyn can realize her mother cared in her own way. Even if it was rough around the edges. Her mother might not have approved of every aspect in her life but she still wanted her daughters happiness.

Cassandra last act before she was murdered was extending caitlyn the acceptance of chasing after vi.

But also, imagine caitlyn extending her condolences to mel, who now has to go back to noxus and possibly even carry the mantle in her mother's absence. Cait knows the weight of being the person to fill those shoes.

There's just so much potential with Mel and Caitlyn bonding and talking about their trauma.

[crakcoon]

Hi guys So um I've been kinda high key obsessed with arcane lately, more specifically jayvik so i decided to try writing my first ever fanfic 😅

Here's a little snippet from chapter one:

Another day, same routine. This time around he felt like he wasn't alone, seeing shadows move around him. Upon his 10th or maybe 30th failed climbing attempt he turned around to see none other than Viktor sitting next to him. No, it couldn't be. Viktor left him, he wasn't here, Jayce was alone. 

"No, Jayce, I did not leave you. I died, remember?" a sad smile pulling at his lips. 

He was going insane, it must be the hunger. Right? Viktor couldn't be there, he couldn't. Right? Jayce shook his head, when he turned around Viktor was gone. His hands were trembling. He decided to busy himself with building a new fire. It proved kind of difficult not to dwell on things considering his situation. After all, none of this would have happened if Jayce didn't chase after his impossible dream. But then again how could he not, he saw what magic can do, how it can help people. How beautiful it was. Magic saved his life. His mother's life.

"Maybe it's time for the era of magic" Mel's voice echoed in the cave.

[tenderwatches]

Ch. 12 of Lies We Tell Ourselves is up!

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chapter teaser

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chapter excerpt

Chapter 12: Dreams of Potential

Jayce remembers the light, dreamlike feeling of the night they’d cracked Hextech.

A strange numbness overcame him that night, some higher function becoming the only thing he could dedicate resources to.

Jayce imagines this feeling is what a high must be like, drifting in the cerebral but contained within the body alone. Just the two of them, floating together, orbiting a breakthrough.

The lab has a similar, intimate quality to it tonight. Sky and Thomas have long since retired, leaving only Jayce, Viktor, and echoes of times long past. There is something truly right about it—two dedicated scientists still hard at work in the wee hours of the morning. It could be a moment pulled out of so many years of their partnership. The clock outside struck two a moment earlier, but the lateness of the hour disturbs neither of them.

Even the usual air of general resentment between them has become muffled in this time outside of time. It’s all about the future now, and the heavy weight of the past falls away. Jayce can’t find it in himself to be exhausted; the energy of their work even seems to lift Viktor. Jayce notes that there is a light to his eyes tonight that chases the shadows of his illness back a bit. He cherishes this observation, especially considering he noted Viktor feeling so poorly last month. Presuming at least tonight is a good night offers a far brighter update to add to his growing list of speculations on Viktor’s health.

Jayce leans against Viktor’s workstation, peering over his shoulder at a gleaming shard of synthetic hex crystal through a large magnifying lens.

Viktor sits in a chair beside him, close enough that his arm brushes Jayce’s thigh as he writes. His partner feverishly checks and rechecks Jayce’s equations, letting out little hums of approval or concentration as he works.

Jayce examines the fragment at length; the shard glints in the exact right shade of blue, but a shiver of wrongness still pulls at him. He blinks, blinks again, and maybe—maybe it’s there—a slick of something in the light, a dark streak clouding the magic.

(Read the rest on AO3!) (Or start from the beginning!)

[bigsoggyboots]

Steal Your Warmth

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summary: Viktor tells a story of one of their inside jokes to Jayce under a snowy night.

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cw: minor mentions of drinking, bruises, screaming, and violence.

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random disclaimer: This is a cross-posted fic that's up on my AO3 @calamitykills where more of my content is. There's also Daz Games and Hozier references in this lol.

Moonlight poured in from the window, candlelight sheltered the room, and two cups of hot chocolate waited at the nightstand. Viktor stared outside, a smile etched comfortably on his face. He liked it when it snowed in Piltover; it was always a beautiful sight. And with the room semi-dark, it made the world seem like it stopped.

White covered all the high building tops and small alleys, filling Piltover's streets with crowds of children playing in the snow. Some made snow angels, others built snowmen, and the really fun kids began intense snow ball fights.

Viktor snorted watching a fat kid fall flat at a snowball being chucked straight to the face by a girl two times smaller than him.

Then entered Jayce. He came in without Viktor noticing, laughing at the same sight his partner was. “That looked like that hurt.”

“That's how you know the game's intense, Jayce.” Jayce sat himself on the bed, laughing more hearing Viktor's choice of words. “See, that little boy has been targeting that girl ever since the game started. At any and every moment. And now, with the way I see it, I think the little girl's patience has boiled over.”

Just then, that same girl began chasing the fat boy around punting him with her pile of snowballs.

Jayce and Viktor watched, faces scrunching at each painful throw. Both inventors were immersed in this outdoor game. “Seems like you were right..” Jayce muttered watching the game grow more hell-ish.

“Doubting me, are you?” Viktor scoffed dramatically. “I thought there were two smart inventors here..”

Jayce didn't bother to reply, only rolling his eyes at the matter, as he laid himself on top of Viktor.

Viktor recognized this feeling; this comfort. He hadn't torn his eyes away from the window but simply knew by the feeling that it was Jayces body greeting him.

His partner's warmth encompassed him and the gentle press of Jayce's weight on his own drew him deeper in the embrace. Viktor's cold body was warming up due to it. It had been a while since they've been like this. Jayce rested his head on Viktor's collarbone, a small groan leaving him.

Viktor sighed, keeping his hands at his side. “Have you come to steal my warmth, Jayce?”

“I should've seen this coming.”

Viktor let out a content hum. Loving their little inside joke, he continued on. “I must tell you the story now-”

“Do you have to?”

“I must.”

“Alright, alright.” Jayce kissed Viktors hand, tilting his head up so he could meet Viktor's eyes. “Go ahead, tell me the-”

A blood-curdling scream filled the room, following the sound of a window smashing. When Jayce and Viktor shot his head towards the sound, they saw the little girl and boy littered with bruises and a snowball shaped hole in someone's window.

Jayce immediately got up and shut the curtains.

Viktor hummed, a devious smirk. “There goes Mummy's mortgage..” He whispered.

“Viktor, no. Just tell the story.”

With a dramatic roll of the eyes Viktor started talking, “Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a drunk Jayce..”

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“Viktor.”

A head turned towards the door, uninterested and unamused.

“Jayce.”

Jayce looked confused. Why is he so upset? He just got home.

Viktor watched his partner stumble to him. Inebriated, tired, and with a mind clearly hazed. Jayce flopped along until he sat himself on the bed and then wiggled his way to Viktor.

“And what do you think you're doing?” Viktor asked.

The giant plopped on top of him, nuzzling his head in his partner's neck ever so delightfully. “Stealing your warmth.”

The exhale that left the two was purely carnal. Noises that reminded them of what united them most. And while one was embarrassed by what he'd just done, the other felt a thousand unknown worries dissipate.

To shift his attention away from the heat rising in his face, Viktor joked about what Jayce said before. “And to what warmth is there to steal?”

“The warmth of your blush,” His partner lifted his head further, his nose rubbing Viktor's skin as he kissed his cheek. “The color in your cheeks here is where it's best.”

“I..” A crack held where his voice fell flat. He was right. The only time his body felt a normal temperature was intimate moments like this. So he clinged to it. His arm wrapped around him that day unlike no other. And he let himself smile and hold Jayce there a while.

“..I'll tell jokes about this, you know.” Viktor said, running his fingers along the hairs on the back of Jayce's neck.

“Of the time I crawled back to you?”

“Yes, of the time you crawled back to me.”

☆

They laid next to one another now, in much of the same position as the story. Only now it was flipped. Viktor laid against Jayces chest, head on his pectoral, ending the story with a small hand bow.

Jayce smiled at that. “I'm amazed at how you still tell this in perfect detail.”

Mock confidence held Viktor's tone as he met Jayce’s eyes. “It's our joke. Why shouldn't I remember the way it was?”

“Well, I'm amazed at how you remember everything really. How you can simply piece together and story tell like that. It's a great skill.” As much as Jayce dished out compliments, it made Viktor feel sporadic all the same. He always felt clueless after; then those golden eyes would meet his and those eyes ached his yearning heart.

Viktor's heart skipped a beat and he already knew why. “I must get you to stop looking at me like that.” He pinched his nose bridge whilst he grumbled his words.

Jayces eyebrows furrowed together. “Like what?”

“A lost puppy.”

“That's..” Confusion settled over Jayce's face. He didn't know whether it was an insult or a compliment. “new.”

Viktor huffed, “Don't get comfortable Jayce, it'll be a look that'll stay in the past.” his eyes down at his partner's hands.

“And why do you want it gone?” Jayce's eyes followed Viktor's and settled there too.

Slowly, Viktor initiated. Pale fingers intertwined brown ones, their body temperatures mingling more than before. Jayce watched, noting Viktor's own temperature increase. “So you can feel my warmth another day.”

Jayce chuckled; “Oh God don't phrase it like that-” his partner sounded like something cruel was upon them. In reassurance, Jayce kissed Viktor's forehead. “I'll go easy next time.”

Viktor closed his eyes once Jayce had pulled him in closer. Sleeping on a bed every once in a while is nice. “Yes, do that.”

[anxious-lee]

|| Jayvik Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: in the spirit of doing what I want, I decided to grant these fruity ass motherfuckers some tickle fluff. yes it is ooc but at least they're happy :,)

I use the words "you" in this list but that's just how my brain dialogue comes out fastest. the "you" is always meant to be jayce or viktor

This list is in the context that they are married, so if this isn't your ship, you might not like this list. oh and there's tickling but whatever

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- jayce and vik are both lee-leaning switches

- but viktor gets tickled slightly more often than jayce does; he's a grumpy cat man and needs the affection

- let's start with viktor:

- very very ticklish

- wasn't touched a lot throughout his life, so his skin is very sensitive

- a few skittering fingers can have him leaping out of his skin

- most ticklish spots are his underarms definitely. unfortunately his arms aren't super strong so while he of course does try to squeeze them shut to block the spots, it doesn't keep the ler out

- his ribs are his second worst. he's so skin and bones at this point that just massaging the bone through his skin has him laughing hard

- his laugh ranges from high-pitched chuckles to near-silent and breathy hiccups. jayce knows he's hit a jackpot when he hears the silent laugh

- idea from @tickly-trashcan that jayce will scoop viktor up and plop him on a counter so he can't escape his tickle attack

- tickly kisses are his kryponite

- viktor doesn't hate tickling but doesn't love it either. before he met jayce, he didn't like it at all. he thought it was undignified. he still does, but that's kind of the fun of it. what's the good in spending your life working if you don't let yourself play every now and then?

- will go along with it for the game of it or because he's simply too exhausted to fight back

- if he senses a tickle ambush coming, he'll start waving away his attacker (jayce) with his cane, threatening to bonk him with it

- i cannot communicate how cute of a lee he is. despite the cold exterior, he is a ticklish little puppy

- VERY squirmy. CANNOT stop squirming

- said it before but I'll say it again: ✨️ hiccup-laughter ✨️

- he doesn't like the fluffy kind of tickle teasing. if you must, go for snarky comments and sarcastic quips. that'll make him blush

- can't outrun his ler, so he's in deep shit when jayce is in a ler mood

- can't chase his lee either so escaping him is pretty easy

- which is why it's so sus when jayce still manages to get caught by him. almost makes one think jayce doesn't WANT to escape hmmmm???

- but back to viktor

- he is a shockingly good ler

- his hands have spent a lifetime delicately handling machinery so you know he's got some meticulous fingers

- very observant to what spots hit you the hardest

- teases you about possibly enjoying yourself because of how little you're trying to escape

- treats wrecking you like a scientific experiment. ("let's see what happens when I touch right... here" "hm. you seem to be very ticklish there. i will need to gather more data on this, for science, after all")

- remembers every one of your tickle spots. every single one.

- laughs with his lee. it's all just so silly and ridiculous ❤️

- NOW ONTO JAYCE:

- bro isn't as ticklish as viktor but he is fucking BAD

- also doesn't have as much self-control as viktor in order to hold his laughter in in time. (I can't tell you how many times he's accidentally been prodded and he's let out a laugh in the middle of a council meeting. in an otherwise quiet room. viktor teases him about this relentlessly)

- similarly to when gets caught sneaking into his lab, jayce is terrible at talking his way out of getting tickled. he panics and says the most random shit in an attempt to distract the ler for long enough to get away. viktor is unfortunately too smart for it and it never works

- laugh ranges from adorable little deep giggles to infectious belly laughter

- does actually enjoy being tickles him but is completely humiliated by it. trying to get him to admit it is like pulling teeth

- exaggerates to viktor how much he DOESNT love it and is JUST going with it to be a good sport

- ^ says the man who sits perfectly still while getting his shit wrecked

- teases that point out how much he's having fun fluster him BEYOND SPEECH. BITCH GOES NONVERBAL AT THAT SHIT

- hides his face when getting tickled, even if just a little bit

- poor boi is so embarrassed

- most ticklish spots are his sides, which make it super convenient for viktor to jab his the end of his cane into his side at any given time

- second worst spot are his feet

- in a tickle fight, viktor is the one to call mercy most of the time

- jayce has the advantage of not being crippled and ill 🤷‍♀️

- most ticklings between these two happen either when they're bored or restless in the lab or in bed as they're preparing to sleep

- jayce is not a great ler, but he loves to be one

- he is so addicted to making vik laugh to the point where it starts to get on viktor's nerves if he's trying to work

- jayce has SERIOUS ler moods. he doesn't know that's what they're called or that there's even a word for it, but they're there

- prefers to tickle with vibrations and squeezes

- teases viktor with things like "what was that? I can't hear you, can you speak up?" knowing damn well vik's laughing his lungs out

- ^ other oblivious and sarcastic teases are jayces specialty

- a very fast tickler. you think he's in one spot and then suddenly he's moved to another

- uses tickle hugs

- jayce first found out viktor was ticklish one late night at the lab when viktor refused to call it a night. jay tried bargaining with him to get him to go to sleep, but he wouldn't budge. exasperated, jay tried lifting him to bed, but when he pulled him up by his armpits, vik started to giggle and pull away. let's just say convincing viktor to sleep became a lot easier after that

- viktor learned jayce was ticklish a few weeks later. the latter was so enthralled in his notes that he hadn't noticed viktor was talking to him. after calling to him several times, vik hobbled over and jabbed him, right in his unprotected side. jay jumped in his chair with a half-laugh, half-yelp and asked vik what he needed, very flusteredly. viktor, amused, asked "what was that?" and proceeded to poke fun at him. jayce, absolutely mortified, wouldn't face him until he changed the subject.

- but they've both grown to appreciate the laughter filled moments they spend together ❤️

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WHY CANT THEY BE HAPPY FOR ONCE?! 😭

[ghaniblue]

Reading list: January (HP, Arcane, RWRB)

Hello, lovely people. My brain has been taken over by Jayvik which is reflected in my January reading. I still love HP but I'm an automaton in the Viktor nation for the moment. Come join me, more Jayvik recs here.

>> December list <<

HP: 3x Drarry, 1x Jegulus, 1x Regulus gen

Arcane: 6x Jayvik (1 podfic) | 1x Viktor gen

RWB: 1x Firstprince

🐌 Belly-Down in Spun Cotton by moonmanatee (Drarry, E, 2,7k)

All Harry wants is to dive skin-first, belly-first, heart-first, into what he loves.

Harry is basking: exploring his garden in his snail-self, enjoying his trans body (with boyfriend Draco) and the food Draco cooks for him. It's all about embodied joy and pleasure.

📸 Bare Moon Rising by @thecouchsofa (Drarry, E, 15,5k)

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

⏱️ The Melting Point of Wax by @oknowkiss (Drarry, M, 10,5k)

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he's built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

❤️🍷 Bang the Bodyguard, Harder!!! by pastapug (Jegulus, E, 10k)

When Regulus took James Potter’s cock into his mouth, he didn’t expect it to have been a one-time thing.

At the very least he’d expected it to be a two-time thing, a sneaky back-of-the-Mercedes, bathroom-stall-in-the-Parliament type of thing.

Perhaps he would’ve gotten his ass eaten if he hadn’t collapsed in the Foreign Office—on the staircase, like he was Lana Turner in Ziegfeld Girl.

One of my favourite Jegulus fics got a sequel! James is Reg's bodyguard. Reg is a bitter, horny little shit (I love him so much) and together they are incendiary level of hot.

😕 Your Pursuits are Called Outstanding (You're Emotionally Complex) by Loki_Demon (Regulus, T, 1,7k)

After the last of Voldemort's horcruxes are destroyed, Regulus is resurrected from the dead. To his utter shock and horror, he learns that in his absence he has been lauded as a defender of house-elves, and when he returns to Grimmauld Place he finds it under a most unwelcome new ownership.

Adore this characterisation of Regulus. What a tosser.

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Arcane: Jayvik fics

🐶 Partners in Crime by ruinthatboy (E, 33k, 2/3 WIP)

Drunk at a party he is forced to attend, Viktor encounters Councilor Salo, who has a proposition too good to turn down - Make me a shock collar for my pet, and I will fund your next project.

Jayce finds out.

Jayce isn't happy.

... Jayce becomes Test Subject #1 (and likes it far more than either of them expected).

Jayce in a shock collar, that is all.

🫂 holding back the years by spqr (T, 12k)

Viktor tells Jayce, over breakfast, “Real life is not like the radio dramas, you know. Shining men from Piltover do not really go around adopting Zaunish orphans and rescuing Zaunish women from lives of whoring themselves for food. You cannot — save me. Not really.”

“Well,” Jayce says, shoving the syrup at him, “I can damn well try.”

OR: the hexcore zaps viktor back to fifteen years old, and jayce has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time

I am so utterly charmed by teenage Viktor and his threatening pet jar of acid, and how much Jayce loves him.

📚 welcome to your life by Grimmseye (M, 11k)

Rail-thin cats could chase hounds five times their size. Viktor could save the day. The concepts weren’t so different.

(Zaun is in his lungs, in his blood. He was raised on its air, it decays him from the inside out. It is home.)

This is more of a Viktor gen fic exploring his backstory and transition into Piltover. There's a lot of interesting ideas in here.

🏖 all the rot by Talariajetstream (M, 4k, 1/3 WIP)

Viktor and Jayce wash up on the beach like old driftwood

Post-canon. How do you go on after betrayal, almost killing everyone, mindmelding and dying together?

⚙️ All that I am by FatherBroken (T, 20k)

Somehow, without doing anything, the Machine had gained a visitor and protector.

Mage!Viktor and Glorious Evolution!Jayce. The machine is trying to remember.

🏰 City of Sunlight [podfic] read by andreannaness / written by Tlon (M, 1h)

Leaving Zaun for the academy is supposed to give Viktor a new life. Instead it drops him into a world where he never quite fits, until he meets the one man who can make it feel like home.

Or, five times Viktor felt out of place in Piltover, and one time he didn't.

Viktor character study about his time studying at the academy and the difference Jayce makes in his life. I quite enjoyed the narrator. Such a nicely calm voice.

🧫 Byproduct of a Gifted Mind by argonautoida (Victor, Singed, Silco, Teen, 17k)

After Viktor’s parents die in a tragic accident, he finds himself forced to go to the one place he swore he’d never return to, the cave near the water with the mysterious doctor and his beloved, doomed Rio. Though it is a better alternative than begging on the streets or working in the mines or factories, Viktor beings to suspect that the doctor doesn’t have his best interests at heart and perhaps seems him as something closer to Rio than his apprentice.

First part of a series. Viktor strikes a bargain with Silco so he can attend the academy.

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RWRB: Firstprince

💬 Hush by @emeryhall (E, 10k)

Five times Alex won't shut the fuck up, and the one time Henry makes him.

Beautiful language, super hot and deeply romantic.

[beca-mitchell]

That shot of Cait’s face when she was about to be executed stuck in my head. A look of shock, desperation and helplessness. I wonder what she was thinking too in those possible final moments. Regret over her choices that led to this? Grief over what might become? Leaving her dad alone? About Vi? Wishing they had more time together and telling Vi she loved her? (Little head canon of mine)

OOOH i think she was 100% thinking about Vi - i think you can see it starts well before the battle itself bc the look on her face when Jayce says "we're meant to lose this fight"

and then subsequently when she looks over at Vi and sees how genuinely scared she looks ("she was strong because she was afraid"):

and the way they set this up has very "do it for her" energy

like Cait isn't a woman of many words but she says so much with this one moment - a promise and a reassurance to Vi (at least that's how I saw it) and she doesn't consider then that she could potentially be breaking that promise (another broken promise to Vi? mayhaps?).

so when i think about what went through Cait's mind from the moment of desperation (knocking Maddie with the gun and rushing Ambessa) to the moment she's stabbed to the moment she really thinks she's about to lose it all

i think she felt truly the weight of all her actions and all her grief and all the things she never got to say or do -- most of these emotions having to do with Vi primarily...it's just so deliciously angsty im sorry im still so amazed we got this at all. like there was a point that i forgot about plot/League armor and thought Caitlyn was truly going to die and now i simply chase the high that that fear instilled in me.

[grwwrrrr]

CaitVi High School AU (pre-dating)

- They met during an English class. While learning of old English literature , they got paired together by the teacher for their project. Vi is a huge fan of old English text like Shakesphere but, Caitlyn couldn’t say the same. They work together on the project and after its done then end up school friends.

- They start walking eachother to class, eating lunch together waiting with each other for their rides home ( Vi waiting w/ Caitlyn for her mom to pick her up and then biking home later). Eventually one day Vi asks Caitlyn if she wants to hang out after school and she agrees. They hang out at a park.

- It was a short walk from their school, they walked together. Vi kicking rocks as Caitlyn calls her mom and tells her not to pick her up since she is going to a club after school and will get a ride. They sat on the swings together, slowly rocking back and forth talking about whatever came to their minds. At one point Caitlyn laughs so hard at something Vi says she falls backwards off the swing and is so embarrassed she walks off. Vi follows after her and it turns into them chasing eachother around for a bit.

- Vi catches up to her and knocks her to the ground, landing above her, the two out of breathe. They stare at eachother for a minute before Vi gets off her, flushed. Claiming her dad wants her home, she says bye quickly and rides off on her bike. Caitlyn just watches her, dusting herself off before walking back towards the school to wait for Jayce’s club to finish so he can drive her home.

- They dont text that night but, when they return to school it’s only a little awkward before they get back into their normal rythm. Sitting in class tossing papers back n forth, looking over at eachother’s papers.

- At lunch they sit together with some friends (mostly caitlyn’s), Caitlyn waiting in the lunch line with Vi even though she packed her own lunch. Sometimes she’ll ask Vi to grab something she likes for her. They sit down in the booth, mostly ignoring everyone else and just focused on their own conversations.

- Vi walks Caitlyn to her next period class and stays in the classroom to talk to her until seconds before the bell goes off, then she runs out trying to make it on time (never does).

- Has a google doc they are constantly talking on and if their teachers catch onto them and block the site, Vi will immediately get on email to bother her instead.

- They go to every tryout for their school’s teams even if they suck, they just go to have fun and keep track of who has gotten accepted on the team and who has been turned down.

- ok im bored now, this started with like a story line but ended up just being random, bye -

[setevulpo]

wip tag game!

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

tagged by @aristarr! thank you <33

the word is POWERFUL and these sentences are from the second chapter of earthly vanity!

P - Piltover's observatory hadn't been high on his list of priorities when it came to visiting, but he'd let Sky pull him towards it anyway.

O - Of all things that could have bothered him, the thought of Viktor feeling cold was what had spurred him to act.

W - When the first tear falls, it chooses to land on the crown of Jayce's head.

E - Each step he takes sends lightning down his spine.

R - Reflection nebula, she'd called it.

F - The First thing Viktor registers is light.

U - The closeness, Undeserved, reveals too much about his partner.

L - Like this, it's impossible to see the changes as anything but a challenge.

tagging: @amethystskeleton, @equallyloyalandlethal, @wolfboy88, @chasing-chimeras, @mmoosen!

your word is INOSCULATION!

[arcainworms]

evil melvik fic ideas thus far:

More about how I'm actually going to like. Change their characters in separate posts later because I think I need to prove this is an actual fully formed idea lol.

As far as timeline I'm thinking of actually using their first canon meetings (the moment of eye contact before the council meeting about Jayce and the scene outside the office) as their actual first notable interactions, with it split between Viktor and Mel's POVs respectively, and then skipping forward a few months into the timeskip. My first idea was having them split up precanon like halfway through the fic, then canon interactions, and then Mel hooking up with Jayce to make Viktor jealous, and Viktor getting angy, but I think that's a little bit too obvious and Sky and Jayce respectively could add a lot.

Mel's got Piltover eating out of the palm of her hand and she's bored. Viktor is wasting all of his time post-cracking hextech chasing around the little boy shit Jayce wants to make and has Heimerdinger in his ear slowing him down constantly and he's bored. Mel ends up in the lab one night and Viktor lays into her and they end up having awful hate sex maybe?

This leads to both of them sort of simultaneously coming up with the idea of Mel man-of-progress-ing Viktor (evil style)

I like the idea that they're both basically just chasing a high in each other. Mel gets an impossible puzzle that's always changing shape and a feeling of actual power over someone, and Viktor gets hooked on her intensity and the feeling of being looked at for who he is. They slowly start to fall in love without realizing it because neither of them are willing to admit to being emotionally attached.

I already made a post about this but I'll elaborate on it a little bit more. With the multiverse thing presented in s2, I'm thinking about Viktor feeling pulled to the arcane and thus to Mel, and he can sort of feel a heightened sense of empathy in her pre-awakening. That shit would make him feel so inside out and uncomfortable that he'd start seeking it out in this weird self destructive way, and once he notices how well she can read him, he starts trying to figure out how to do the psychic equivalent of lying to a body language expert and she lets him think it's working.