#tears in my jayvik eyes btw

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Seeing people (granted, a minority) genuinely try to argue that Jayce and Viktor are just friends or 'brothers' is insane to me, and better yet, use Mel/Sky as an excuse as to why they can't be queer or have feelings for one another. It's not to say they didn't hold affection or love for their female LI's, because I have no doubt Jayce did in fact cherish Mel.

However, in a show/society like Arcane that doesn't put constraints on queerness or relationships - whose to say they couldn't be genuine soulmates and create space for their other lovers? Why are we trying to fit Jayce and Viktor's affection for one another into a box, when the quiet and unspoken nature of it all is more romantic than any overt confession?

Jayce can love Mel, but he can also unapologetically want to freak it with his lab partner. Hooray bisexuals!!!

[lukeiamnotyourfatherlol]

Ok SO, Arcane ending got me so fucked up I started writing Jayvik fanfic (never written fanfic in my life btw) so here I am lol. I keep getting distracted by writing random scenes to maybe include instead of actually getting the Plot down and stuff so here’s a lil snippet of a scene I had fun with! It’s gonna be a post-canon fix-it, but what’s Jayvik without some hurt/comfort? Lmk if it’s cool or also if it’s trash idk.

…

No. No, this can’t be right. Not again.

Viktor feels his chest tighten and he takes fast, shallow breaths, struggling to breathe.

He’s vaguely aware of Jayce’s concerned voice as he talks with the doctor, hand never leaving Viktor’s shoulder. Their voices seem muffled against the sound of Viktor’s pounding heartbeat.

No, please it isn’t fair.

“… not many treatments available…”

“…a few months at most…”

“… keep him comfortable…”

It’s not fair!

“… anything more we can do? We’ll try anything!”

It’s not fair.

“… please…”

“I’m sorry…”

Viktor feels the hand leave his shoulder and the muffled voices become more agitated. He can’t seem to do anything other than focus on breathing. He sits frozen on the edge of the bed and hears the sound of a door closing and footsteps pacing back and forth a short distance away. Viktor manages to lift his head up and focuses on where Jayce walks back and forth with his head buried in his hands. He stops after a moment and just leans against the wall, taking a few deep breaths before lifting his head up, hands running through his hair. Red rimmed eyes meet Viktor’s far away gaze and Jayce gives a weak smile before walking back over to Viktor’s side. He sits down next to him and faces forward, both of them staring at the wall in front of them.

“Viktor, I-“ Jayce’s voice breaks and Viktor sees him lift a hand up to his eyes.

“I didn’t expect it to come back” Viktor croaks, throat sore from coughing earlier. “I thought- I don’t know, I just- hadn’t considered it a possibility”

Jayce turns to face him fully, grabbing onto his shoulders. “We’re going to find a cure. You’re going to get better. We’ll figure this out, ok?” His expression is full of pained desperation, eyes searching Viktor’s face for reassurance.

Viktor just nods and looks away. He sighs and feels tears burn at the back of his eyes. He squeezes them shut, hoping to stop them from falling. “I don’t want to die, Jayce” he says softly. His voice feels smaller than he’s ever heard it.

“You’re not going to, Viktor. I won’t let it happen. I’m not going to lose you again.”

Viktor opens his eyes to Jayce’s determined expression. He can’t help a small smile at that look. It’s the same look Jayce would get in the lab when he refused to give up on a failing project, determined to see it through. Viktor wonders how many more times he’ll get to see it. He reaches up and places a hand on Jayce’s cheek. Jayce sighs and leans into the touch, closing his eyes. He places a hand over Viktor’s and then reaches his other arm over and pulls Viktor close. They rest their foreheads together, leaning onto each other for support. It feels like they can overcome anything this way, the two of them against the world. As partners.

[emeraldembers]

Fic: Your World Against Mine (JayVik, R)

Title: Your World Against Mine

Fandom: Arcane

Pairing: Jayce/Viktor

Summary: Viktor is outside time, outside space, but not alone.

Author’s Notes: I'd like to thank Arcane for pulling me out of what was damned near a two year dry spell. I owe it my life, not entirely jokingly. Btw this is second person and experimental as hell because if you're gonna come back from ficlessness, why not come back weird.

Comments loved and encouraged!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60852262

"Viktor?" he asks, "Are you still there?"

Panic, dark falling -

- he reaches out with a hand, or something like one. You take it, wrap yourself around it, draw him close. His panic fades.

Words are difficult, here. You thought they would need air, or ink, or thought-forms.

You feel - envy. He figured out words before you did. You think in images, colours, symbols.

You take a circle, twist it, recreate infinity. Always.

You rest more than he does. He can't stop being. Flickers, like - like a candle.

It's apt. Your light-bringer. Sunshine boy.

He laughs; sound, again, in a vacuum.

"You never called me that."

You find another symbol for him. It requires a hand, and five fingers. The third, in particular.

"What should I call you? Moon boy?"

To stand in the dark, reflecting his light.

"I didn't mean that."

Guilt. On his part, and on yours.

"Viktor," he says, and you feel what the word means to him. You flinch, shrink; you were never that beautiful.

"Viktor," he repeats, sinking into you and showing you -

Feeling seen. Drunk laughter. Being pushed to safety, at the end of all things. Your hair - black, grey, white; long, short, soft as silk; softer. Neat and clean. Scruffed up after sleep. Sticking to your face -

You laugh, remembering how that voiceless sound goes. He's hot, bright, excited. He isn't finished; he'll never be finished. He tastes like your salt.

You show him a loop - his one-track mind.

He sticks a finger through it. You laugh again. He hooks more fingers into you, tugs you into him, onto him. You remember wet. You remember need.

You need to rest.

You don't.

You have eternity. You have time. You just have to reinvent it, first.

"Can we stay here?" he asks.

You want to say yes. You could say yes.

His fire burns down low, down to embers, soft and ashy. Warm milk and old, worn blankets on a rainy day. He's persuasive. Always was, given time to think.

You rest.

You rest.

It's dark. You lean into him, drawing from his light, illuminating your colours. You make something simple; a staircase, extending upwards forever. Golden, at first, then other hues join, spreading out like an oil slick as the steps climb ever on.

You always liked the concept of 'up'. You climbed what you could, once. He lifted you, when you failed. Let you see further.

He's quiet, watching you work. Peaceful.

He touches your face - recreates it from memory. Did you have that mole before?

"You did," he touches another, above your lip. You know this one well, like the one under your eye, which you hated. He remembers their colour wrong.

Irritation, affection. Your upper lip is soft, the fine hair above it downy.

"I always thought I'd kill for that mole," he says.

'Kill'. You turn to steel at the word, cold and featureless. He stays with you regardless, finds a way to hold you, defies the rules. Steel can be warmed, but it can't feel warmth.

You feel him anyway. You can't stop.

Steel gives way to flesh, to bruises, to tears. The stairs shatter.

Panic, dark, falling.

He falls with you, catches you, spreads wings he never had. Breaks the rules to protect you, again. You can't fly without air.

"You can't fall, either."

He's wrong, you think. You don't know. Your memory should be perfect now, but it isn't. You are human. You will never not be human. You're unsure if you ever told him what you want to say.

He waits. You don't use symbols this time.

"I'm scared, Jayce."

He lifts you. Dances with you. Works from dusk till dawn with you. Talks until you fall asleep. Carries you home. Runs away with you. Stays with you.

Chooses you over safety at the end of all things.

He loves you. Takes a circle. Twists it.

Always.

[checkadii]

Went to 7-11 for snacks and I’m continuing ep4 and frankly I am terrified

Worried about Mel. Jinx makes me sad. So does Vi. I already know what’s gonna happen to Isha so like. Cried over her already. Worried about heimerdinger jayce and ekko.

SevikaI is growing on me HER FUCKING ARM 😭😭 GIRL THAT THING IS HETTING TRASHED ON 24/7

My sister just walked by and said “tears in my jayvik eyes” btw and I apparently laughed so hard my dad heard me from kitchen

ISHA NOO?2?2947&

THE HAZY RFFECTS COMING BACK IM GOING TO END IT ALL

sigh.