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The bright reflexion of a man's past.

Happy birthday Jayce! here's to the man who embodies that the way to hell is paved with good intentions <3 (not like dear Vikki is any different!).

I took the Day 7 Lost & Found + Tomorrow + Bright prompts.

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Fic: man of the year (chapter 4)

A two in one! @jayceweek Days 4 and 5 dream and secret

Relationships: Jayce Talis/Mel Medarrda

Rating: G

Summary: Dreams don't always have to stay that way. Sometimes, reality can be just as much, if not more, exciting.

wc: 1430

Read below or on AO3 here

“Perhaps it is time,” Mel started. “For the era of magic.”

“Uhh, Hextech,” Jayce cut in. Polite yet assertive to command attention, though his current state in defying gravity already did an excellent job doing so. “For the era of Hextech.”

The blue reactionary light from the small gemstone centered between Jayce and Viktor; its influence expanding about the lab in the way of a soft glow. Amidst all the chaos: the chaos of the floating books, whatever furniture was not fixed to the floor, and the stormy swirl of befuddlement of Professor Heimerdinger and the two security guards flanking him, there was a sense of peace.

The light cast over Mel’s features remarkably. Serenely. Heavenly, even. Though the speckles of light that danced about the room still rivaled the gold flecks laid on her cheeks.

Light drawn to light, Mel decided to take a half step forward. Then another more careful one watching Jayce start to swim down from the high arched ceilings closer to her.

Heimerdinger’s squabbling at the boys fizzled out on his lips.

“The era of Hextech,” Mel agreed. In the quiet that has settled over the others in the room, she lifted one of her hands out with regality, curious of the aura that has positively captured the two scientists. A palm outstretched as if the light’s sphere was something tangible to coast.

Closer to meeting Mel eye to eye, Jayce extended one of his hands towards her. A silent offering she accepted sweetly before she, too, was enveloped in the Hextech gemstone’s charged sphere of influence.

The reactionary force from the floor calmly diminished underneath her to nothingness. All the while Jayce studied the faintest of expressions written over her features before ultimately pulling her in towards his center.

Mel was not afraid, her trust wholly in him and his arms holding her close. There is an undercurrent of excitement of the promise this Hextech has for them and Piltover as a whole. And another as well, a soft whisper toying at the space between the two, inconsequential to the scientific discovery.

Jayce

Jayce

Jayce!

“Ah!” The all purpose wrench in his hand danced out of his grip clumsily before he managed to reaffirm control of his limbs and hold onto the tool a little tighter. A swear hisses past his teeth.

“You are unfocused, Jayce.” Viktor calmly ascertained.

Gravity’s influence on Jayce was in check and still active. The hard and cold hold of the wrench, a jarring contrast to the warmth of Mel’s hand that felt so real to him not a second ago. “Um, yeah, I guess so.” Jayce muttered an apology before a shake of his head, waking up his senses. His attention returned back to the work spread out before him on the lab bench, the flow diagrams, blueprints, and protocols not too far out of reach. A few tomes piled off in another corner. In that moment it was feeling more like a chore to tether his thoughts down to the task at hand.

“If there is something else calling your attention more, perhaps you may consider channeling whatever that is into something productive.” Viktor swiveled in his chair back to his own process diagrams he had been in the middle of finalizing.

He’s heard that one before. Nodding to himself, Jayce had to agree. He wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, it all felt… fuzzy. Confusing. Not in a terrible way, however, in a way he wasn’t necessarily used to.

Maybe it could be rationalized down to this being one of the first check-ins he and Viktor will have with Mel as the sponsor of their research. With that came more than a little pressure. She’s already done so much putting her faith in him and their partnership was only going to get increasingly entwined. Well, ideally.

He wanted to wow her. To prove to both him and her that he’s worth it. Magic in the hands of the people could do multitudes of good. If harnessed correctly. Piltover can be cemented on the map with all of their names on it. Jayce found the idea positively entertaining. He and Viktor are scheduled to be meeting with Mel next week. She is a busy woman, the time they have for each other doesn’t overlap much. He couldn’t wait.

Maybe like Viktor advised, he could channel the excessive energy into something else as well in the meanwhile. Perhaps something of gratitude. Jayce’s fingers itched for something other than the tools and stones laid out before him and his mind began to stir.

The check-in meeting with Mel overall went splendidly. Jayce and Viktor were got a boost in their inspiration with finally honing in on a consistent method of minimizing the energy needed to stabilize the stones while maximize potential output. What looked like a small step what actually a significant achievement putting them closer in exploring the value range for the public when considering the potential inventions to come of Hextech.

Seeing the shine in Mel’s eyes burn a little brighter at their progress and next steps of HexTech’s utility, Jayce’s heart swelled in turn. As Mel thanked the men for their time and she was about to head to another meeting, she was stopped in her footsteps.

“Councilor Medarda!”

“Hm? What is it, Jayce?” His name on her tongue laid smooth as silk. “Is there something you need?”

An index finger raised to Mel. It told her, a moment please, before Jayce ran off to swipe something resting on a nearby tabletop and he was before her in a few long strides.

“Well, yes and no,” he started. His hands filled the space between them. Resting in them, a small box. “For you. Call it a way of thanks for taking a chance. And also”— turning to a more hushed tone as if a child finally spilling a well-kept secret— “a birthday present.”

Painted full lips dropped to a small ‘o’ tips of her front teeth poking out ever so adorably. Elegant eyebrows slightly lifted. “How did you know?” The moment the question left her lips did her face solidify in realization.

Elora.

Jayce’s face ran the gamut of emotions in a matter of milliseconds, unable to settle on how he should feel or properly react. “Oh, gods, I… I hope I—” his thoughts scrambled. “I meant no offense!”

Mel blinked back to herself before carefully placing a hand on the trimmed breast pocket of Jayce’s waistcoat. Gold earrings reflected against the light as she shook her head. “No, you could never. The word is rather… surprised… anyone would do anything like this for me.”

Jayce started to relax under Mel’s affirmative words and touch. The tightness in his chest visibly unwinding.

“In a good way, I mean,” she clarified. “May I?”

Jayce’s hand overlaid hers for an affirming squeeze. “Of course, go ahead. And I am more than happy to oblige. You are worth it all, Councilor Medarda. If any little bit helps contribute to making your day brighter, I am glad I could help in such a way.”

“Mel, Jayce.” Her hand slipped out from the warmth sandwiched between his chest and his palm as trimmed nails carefully peeled away at the wrapping paper. “Please call me Mel.”

Jayce tipped his head, afraid his words would fail him watching her peek into his heart.

It was a jewelry box. A small one, approximately palm-sized for her to hold her hair accessories, rings or the like. Trimmed with sharp gold designs and richly colored sapphire gems. Mel’s expression melted serenely noticing the signature Talis touch. Delicate fingers ran over the box with reverence. “You made this? Thank you, Jayce.”

Stunned to silence exploring its intricacies in craftsmanship, the time got away from Mel terribly. Remembering herself, she had to excuse herself for another meeting. She was proud of the progress they made thus far, encouraging them to keep going. She looked forward to what they may come up with next.

Watching her shrinking figure turn the corner while cradling his gift in the palm of her hand, Jayce’s face froze, stunned by admiration and warmth.

A cough from Viktor still working on his piece on the opposite side of the room sounded very much like the word idiot. Jayce couldn’t be bothered to care. Viktor did say to channel his energies into a matter more productive. Reading the quiet smile that graced her lips back then, Jayce felt inclined to believe it could have been for something more real to them both.

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“When All the Equations Are Solved—-“ -expect one….

-offset of the Wanderer Au

——

Returning Jayce to the one Viktor knows seems impossible and an award undeserving. Still, he tries. He’ll always try.

—-

Previous Secret:

Next universe:

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“In Every Timelines. In All Possibilities—“

In every universe, our touch may differ, but the offer remains the same. ———

“Let’s do this once—“

”—-AS PARTNERS”

——-

I always wondered what would have happened if Jayce went with Viktor for the ‘process��. He obviously held Jayce far higher than the others. Still singling him out from everyone dispute numerous rejections. But, if every painful glitch was a failure from a previous timeline… which one failed in the council room? I based Jayce’s ‘ elevated state off his ‘infection’. Like a magical virus made manifest as it seems to be a mutated organic equivalent of the arcane run off. And it’s spreading every time Jayce comes in contact with magic.

If Jayce was left to live…would be have become something like Viktor but more organic?

In other words, I want weird lovecraft horror Jayce on a countdown!

Previous Equation:

Next Note:

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Today's the last day of #JayceWeek2025. What a week! We hope you enjoyed it just as much as we did. ☀️

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Fic: man of the year (chapter 3)

a late upload for day 3 of @jayceweek promises

Relationship: Jayce Talis & Ximena Talis

rating: G

wc: 699

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“What are you working on there, kid?” A nosy distantly related family member peered over a young child’s shoulder with lifted brows and lips split to a small o, observing him diligently scrawl into his sketchbook random patterns, shapes, and forms.

The child allowed the interruption. While holding his space on the notebook, he paused his work and craned his head around to meet the adult’s curiosity with a gaped smile and brightness that rivaled the sun. “Magic!” he brightly proclaimed before returning to his page, fixing up one of the shapes he was in the middle of working on. The angles were slightly askew and not quite like how he had seen in a library book earlier.

The relative’s smile slipped from their features and their jaw went slack. An itch turned visible on one of the corners of their lips. “That’s… nice, Jayce,” they eventually got out, words carefully chosen as if coming upon the realization they’ve blindly entered a minefield and have to carefully backtrack the damage. They settled on giving him a single courteous pat on the back wishing him the best of luck with all of that before hurriedly dismissing themselves. More than likely in search of a more palatable topic of conversation with the adults hanging around to help watch over the other children.

Jayce would look back over his shoulder with a curious brow and small protruding of his lower lip before the call of his sketch drowned everything else out.

One evening underneath the overhead light of the dining room table, Ximena rested the weight of her head in one of her hands as she looked over countless documents spread across the table. The thumb pressing against her temple began to move in slow smooth circles, desperate to work out certain relief. Eyelids started to feel heavy an hour and a half ago and numbers were blurry, but deadlines were deadlines.

At the sound of a weak “mom?” tugging at her attention a few meters away, the mindless motion ceased. She lifted her head from her hand, turning carefully, all senses of fatigue washed off her shoulders.

“Jayce?” She swiveled her body, beckoning her son into open arms. “What are you doing up so late? What’s going on?”

He took several timid steps closer, still not completely in her embrace. Small fingers curled to a fist as if gathering his strength in the molecules of air. “Am… am I… doing something wrong?”

“Oh, mijo,” Ximena’s arms brought Jayce in closer to her chest. A hand cradled the back of his head, shielding him from any more darkness that could cast its way in. Pulling him back to check his features carefully, a finger trailing down his cheek, she replied, “Not at all. Why would you think so?”

“It’s that, um…” Whatever Jayce planned to say died on his lips as his gaze wilted, falling to the space between them. It lingered for a long while. “I don’t know,” he lied.

It didn’t miss Ximena how Jayce wasn’t able to meet her eyes. Carefully she dipped her head to find her son, coaxing his attention back on her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. Maybe not now it doesn’t feel like it, but whenever you’re ready. This, you and me, I want it to always be a safe space for you. You can be yourself, love,” she vowed. “It’s okay to fall apart here.”

You don’t have to be anyone but yourself.

Words echoed in his ears as Jayce fell into his mother’s arms once more. The stutters of his back dampened to more of a calm the longer his mother ran her hands up and down his back with care.

You don’t have to be anyone but yourself.

“… as a mother, I have a voice that matters deeply. My son is not in his right mind. His entire life he’s chased an impossible dream. What he did was… foolish and not wise…”

The rest of Ximena’s appeal to Piltover’s Council faded to static in Jayce’s ears.

The thing about promises is they have the power to mean everything. That is, until they are broken. Everything else ultimately crumbles to dust.

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Jayce Talis x Cathedral.

Leaning into Jayce week prompt sacrifice

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Is it the fifth day of #JayceWeek2025 already? Time flies, doesn't it? Make sure to enjoy the festival while it lasts! 🌺☀️

We've got another ticket for you to collect. Todays prompts are a) Secret and b) Equation.

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Tinker

I was wondering if there’s an Au out there in which a younger Jayce meets an already existing Machine Herald. Disgraced and tossed from the university, Jayce struggles to keep his family business afloat while Piltover seems determined to punch down. Till a man in a hood enters his forge, having heard of a talented pair of hands dispute the blackened name. Over time Viktor returns with more and more work for the young forger… trust building the more they explore their works.

——something like that. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYCE!! We love you!!!! I’ve never drawn this Viktor before. And my paper started to bled, but I went with it!

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Dream

The Great Ones that inhabit the nightmare are sympathetic in spirit, and often answer when called upon. -Bloodborne

You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it. -Bloodborne

Jayce sees beyond the dream to the nightmare that stares lovingly back. Familiar and patient….

Happy Birthday Jayce!!!

can anyone tell I wasn’t sure what to draw today so I tried to do them all!

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Gadget

Based off SnowLeArt’s adorable munchkins! Namely her stunning JayVik mermaid au. Please check them out, their art is stunning!

And yes. Viktor only says ‘Jayce’ with only Jayce himself being able to understand him. And Viktor could use magic to use legs, dispute a limp, but refuses to after coming into Jayce’s and his mother’s care.

https://x.com/SnowLeArt

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Fic: man of the year (Chapter 2)

Happy Jayce day 🥳 For @jayceweek Day 2 prompt Reunion

chapters are not connected. it is not necessary to read one before another

Rating: G

wc: 734

Read on AO3 here or below the cut

Devoted to excellence in research, teaching and development, The University of Piltover or Piltover Academy has been the leading private university in the city after which it is named for decades. A birthplace for a plethora of the city’s brightest minds, Piltover Academy has nurtured young minds in the academics included but not limited to departments such as chemistry, engineering, and mathematics.

Submitting his application for the academy was a nerve wracking occasion, the waiting period far worse. Patience ground down to a micrometer thick, his mother scolded him on more occasions than either of them may count to one: stop checking the postal box religiously. And two: to preoccupy himself with something else to keep his mind and hands busy.

With a sheepish flush on his face, Jayce resorted to either honing his work in the Talis Forge or contemplating potential theories and research directions in his journal. Recently he had run into a couple of walls regarding potential materials that produced chemical and mechanical reactions akin to what could be found through magic naturally. It had frustrated him a few days back since the public resources had likely run their course. Knowledge of higher caliber had the potential to aid in blowing past these roadblocks. Something he had really been looking forward to.

Should he be accepted into the academy, of course. The admissions council could easily not his application the time of day and he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. At least no place with the Piltover Academy kind of prestige.

A fresh spiral of anxiety induced, Jayce’s heel bounced with increased frequency as he turned to a clean page in his notebook, primed to entertain other ideas. Ranging from the simplistic to the more grandiose, such avenues in innovation tided him over in this hellish waiting game.

Admissions day had gone no differently than the days before. Checking the mail dozens of times hoping the letter would materialize in the hour since he checked it last. The gods finally granted him mercy checking the mail the final time. Slicing the envelope open and carefully extracting the letter, Jayce eyes beat across it reading it over and over and over again. In disbelief he passed it to his mother to read as well. A hand covering her mouth, she started to cry.

That evening he and his mother pulled out all the stops in celebration. A stark contrast of past birthdays that went by with little fanfare. Jayce went to bed that night already running the ins and outs of his academic schedule for the upcoming year.

The first months at the Academy had him chewing, swallowing, choking and drowning in the academic rigor before taking a breath and going at it again the next day. It was all expected, of course: Piltover Academy didn’t earn such a level of prestige out of thin air.

What he didn’t necessary realize was the cutthroat nature rife amongst all the students. Theory and practice were two different beasts, their reach extending beyond the labs to interpersonal dynamics in academia. They sliced at him as he worked to absorb other knowledge where he could as much as possible. Classroom learnings became a chore and he found respite in independent studies.

A fish out of water in the Academy’s social spaces, Jayce defaulted to self-isolation for niche indulgence. While he didn’t necessarily mind the quiet time to himself, it being easier than the direct alternative, there were times when the silence was too loud. His heart weighed down for home. Independence and discovery were exciting ventures and all, but it also came at the expense of thinned connections where his roots were.

Before he knew it the months passed and he faced the monstrous trials colloquially know as finals week. On the other side, a trip back home laid waiting. In his mother’s embrace Jayce’s spirit lightened, only tethered by her strength unwilling to let go until it gave out.

His back pocket burned by the tightly folded up grade report when Ximena asked how school was. He disregarded the feeling for a smile too wide and ramblings of independent work fed by her enthusiasm and hope.

Yes, that was it.

What was once plastered melded to a shape more genuine.

This was what it was all for.

Jayce’s being colored with passion of what was to come.

This is who it was all for.

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And we made it to day four of #JayceWeek2025! Everyone having a good time? Staying hydrated? Enjoying the festivities? Awesome! 🌺☀️

We won't keep you from celebrating! Your day four pass focuses on the prompts a) Farewell and b) Dream.

Make sure to tag us with #JayceWeek2025 and post your works to our AO3 collection: #JayceWeek2025 - A Jayce Talis Birthday Festival. Don't forget to keep our rules in mind and please refrain from whitewashing Jayce!

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guess i lost you and you lost me (3551 words) by speedynavi Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce & Jayce's Father (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce's Father (League of Legends), Mel Medarda Additional Tags: Minor Jayce/Mel Medarda, it's not the focus but it's there, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mentioned Ximena Talis, Family Reunions, Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Some kind of comfort at least, implied mental health issues, Jayce Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Not Beta Read

Summary:

It happens every two to three days. When he finally feels his mind settle in a body that isn't his, it comes apart again. An unsettling sensation. Pang. His soul torn from his ribcage. Pang. Muscles cramping. Pang. Body frozen in time. Pang. All while he watches himself from the outside — or a version of himself. It is a different version every single time. Days passing. Worlds, too. Not a single world his own. Not a single body either. It looks like him, sounds like him, too, but it is never him. His skin never feels like home.

Or: what if Jayce doesn't end up in one singular other universe but several? Constantly skipping from one universe to another until he finds himself in this specific one?

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𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒚𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔 🦋

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It's day three of the #JayceWeek2025 birthday festival for some of us already! So grab your tickets and enjoy todays prompts a) Promise and b) Tinker. 🌺

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