#and viktor magic hair... talis

[technically-human]

Jayvik is funny

(Behold, hex-comedy)

[basilicrows]

jayvik tangled au wip . im going kinda crazy guys

[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.

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─ · · 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.

[kumogurumi]

Jayce Talis and Letting go

So the lovely divomria on twt (plz follow them, I love their content) asked a really good question about Jayce's willingness to let go or the lack there of. To me, and mind you, this is all personal opinion on the matter, BUT, considering I relate to Jayce a little too much on a lot of things, I get the feeling he would not let go. Not without help, persuasion or by force. But for time's sake, I'll just go with he'd never let go until he knew he too was going to die. Here's why: Think about it, although Ximena loved him unconditionally, she was afraid of where it would lead her son. His obsessive tendencies, bouts of depression, isolation (due to research i'm sure), no social skills, just a big ol nerd obsessed with magic rocks and science. imo she was all he really had. And the fact that she openly called him mentally ill in front of THE COUNCIL OF ALL PEOPLE, no wonder he gave up in that instance. He had NO ONE LEFT that could lift him up, and, he really couldn't rely on himself due to his self esteem. Then comes this tawny haired, amber eyed, full of energy asshole who stumbles into his broken into lab and actually takes a *look* at what he had to offer. Viktor actually LOOKED without being pushed to. Viktor took *time* to read his notes, time that others refused to spare or even give chance to Jayce through the years. Viktor didn't brush him off, he saw potential in something Jayce couldn't let go of. And it was when he was ABOUT TO LET GO, in a way, Viktor told him not to. "If you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission." Jayce wouldn't have given up on Viktor until his very last breath. Because he knew deep down, whether it was mental or not, Viktor believed in him, and it was Jayces turn to believe in Viktor. There was a comment in this post that kinda struck me too, here:

This is something else I could see happening too. Either this, or Jayce would end up becoming a machine himself from a life time of losing his mind without him.

While in the trenches of his sorrow of Viktor not awake yet, I can see him also doing this. Keeping busy, hardly sleeping or eating, finding something to bring him solace that what he chose did some good for the people around him. He'd probably quit the council, or, try to run it completely on his own in order to get what he needed along the way. BUT REGARDLESS OF ALL OF THAT, IN SHORT, No. Jayce would not let go. If he lost Viktor, He'd lose himself. And at the end of it all, he would not live long afterwards. Affection held them together, and, in a way, keeps them together through all the timelines. Over, and over, and over again. thank you for coming to my ted talk. ✌🏻

[film-in-my-soul]

Flower Language | 1,281 | softestpunk / @softest-punk

Summary: “How come you’ve got a desiccated rose in here?” Jayce asks, peering into the drawer he’s opened. He was looking for the delicate little screwdriver he’s fairly sure he last saw in Viktor’s hand, but this is more interesting. “You gave it to me,” Viktor says. “You were a little drunk, I think.” Jayce keeps giving Viktor flowers. It probably doesn't mean anything. Viktor keeps them. That probably doesn't mean anything, either.

Armiger | 3,132 | starkly / @ironized

Summary: There is so much red and gold in Viktor's life. On their clothes, on the decor, on the trinkets and knickknacks that litter their desks and their shelves. But more than that there is Jayce. Or: Jayce likes to give gifts. Viktor doesn't understand why.

The Butterfly Effect | 10,051 | Vamillepudding / @vamillepudding

Summary: “Who’s there?” Jayce asks loudly. “Show yourself!” Slow footsteps. And then, from behind one of their prototypes, comes – a boy. Nine, maybe ten years old. Pale, brown hair, golden eyes. Ragged clothes. Limping. Jayce frowns. The family resemblance is obvious, but Viktor never mentioned that he had a brother. “Did Viktor bring you here?” “Viktor?” the boy asks, frowning right back at him. “I’m Viktor.” Due to a failed experiment, Viktor is turned into a child. Suddenly on his own and feeling desperately out of his depth, Jayce does his best to take care of him while also figuring out a way to bring his partner back.

Take As Needed | 2,145 | JangJaeYul

Summary: Jayce ducks down so they’re on a level. “You okay?” Viktor tears his gaze away from the pills and swims it towards Jayce’s face. “You’re being so nice to me.” He doesn’t mean for it to sound teary, but that’s how it comes out - puzzled and touched and a little bit pathetic. Jayce laughs at him.  “Of course I’m being nice to you. Take those pills.”

Redline | 2,744 | lukewarmoatmeal

Summary: By day, Jayce Talis is Piltover’s golden boy. By night, he’s Hephaestus, a grudge racer with everything to prove. When sabotage threatens his biggest race yet, his only hope is Viktor—the elusive Machine Herald mechanic. A deal is struck, a car is fixed, and Jayce walks away with more than he bargained for. Or; the underground illegal racing AU where Jayce drives fast, Viktor talks shit, and things happen.

annihilation: a love story | 2,878 | sulkybender / @sulkybender

Summary: “You’re mad, aren’t you,” he says, realizing it. “You’re angry.” “Of course I’m angry,” Viktor says quietly. “You threw your life away.” “That was my decision.” “It wasn’t even a decision,” Viktor hisses. “Can you look at me honestly now and tell me that you thought it through at all?” Jayce looks at him, lips parted, helpless. “Go on,” Viktor says, with relish. “What was the plan? Tell me your big wonderful plan.” There’s silence, Viktor’s sharp gold eyes, like the fine edge of an instrument that will cut him open. He can feel it starting now. “Don’t… punish me,” Jayce says finally. “For loving you.”

Claus and Effect | 3,238 | punk_rock_yuppie

Summary: “Oh, uh, you might not recognize me without all the-?” “I do,” Viktor chokes out, “You’re very noticeable.” Santa smiles. “You think so?”

Beneath Apocalyptic Snowflakes | 4,051 | muttshrooms / @hornedgod

Summary: The first year of their Hextech partnership, Viktor learns a lot about Jayce. Close quarters and long working hours will teach you many things about a person that you would never think to ask. As the seasons turn and the leaves outside their lab begin to fall he starts to notice new, distressing behaviors.

I heard you like magic, I've got a wand and a rabbit | 3,404 | map_of_mysteries / @map-of-mysteries

Summary: “How about this,” Powder says. “You go flirt with Mr. Muscle over there, and you’ll get first pick on time slots for three months. No matter the outcome. Deal?” Viktor hates that he’s tempted. “You know you want it~” Viktor caves. “One pick-up line.” Powder’s grin is manic. “Deal!"

the heart is hard to translate | 7,693 | jasspurr / @jasspurr

Summary: They don't talk about it. Jayce wants to talk about it. He wants to pull Viktor aside and beg him to say it out loud. To put the unspoken message behind all of these little gestures into words so that he doesn't have to sit there and rip his hair out guessing. But he can't. Because – and this is the punchline – he’s terrified that, if he does, all of it will stop.

Operator, dial 1-800-1-VIKTOR | 2,185 | dioscums

Summary: It’s a school night and Viktor really shouldn’t be using the telephone at one in the morning to talk to his boyfriend, Jayce.

Exclusive Appetites | 2,937 | fenfyre (Jace) / @fenfyre

Summary: After a failed supply run to the Undercity Jayce stumbled upon Viktor indulging in one of his more decadent hobbies. The most noticeable was the mask. A gorgeous, intricate piece of art hewn from bronze coloured metal shaped into the likings of a bird. The forehead was decorated with a smatter of delicate gears that trailed all the way down along the left temple. A round piece of glass covered the right eye, reflecting the low light of flickering candles, and the beak was curved just enough to reveal pale lips at the right angle.

Fumbling Prayer | 3,473 | jackalhowl

Summary: Jayce bends down, kisses the matching dimples at the small of Viktor’s back; he sinks his canines into the gentle rise of one cheek. Viktor’s good leg twitches, kicking out blindly, and he splutters an indignant little laugh into the sheets. “Tenderizing your meal?” he drawls at Jayce sarcastically, but there’s something pulled taut in his voice. Anticipation. His hips cant further upwards by a fraction of a degree, almost invisible but unmistakable. It’s always so subtle with Viktor, but Jayce has learned to read every part of him. He’s presenting for Jayce. It’s irresistible. Fuck, Viktor is always irresistible – but when he relents like this? Offers himself up and allows Jayce to manhandle him? Yeah.

onanist | 3,692 | blue_moon_blooming

Summary: This isn’t the first time he’s done this—long nights alone in the lab have given him plenty of opportunity to…indulge. And he knows what will come after. The guilt, the shame, the familiar disgust with himself. It’s never stopped him before, though. And it doesn’t stop him now. While Jayce is out rubbing shoulders with Piltover’s elite, Viktor broods in the lab. And by broods I mean he jerks off with Jayce’s jacket while being a certified freak.

low ground advantage | 3,877 | animediac / @jaywalkers

Summary: “Come on,” Jayce murmurs, voice low. “Do you need help?” “To sleep? I’m not a chi—” Viktor trails off, when Jayce’s hand moves from the edge of the couch to the buckle of Viktor’s belt. “Jayce.” “What?” Jayce shoots him an innocent look. “I’m just doing my due diligence as a concerned lab partner”

mouth open | 4,912 | frankie_31 / @were-weenkie

Summary: Jayce Talis, the company COO, won’t stop calling Viktor. At first, it just seems like regular IT issues but then Jayce’s equipment starts dying in strange, unusual ways and Viktor begins to think that maybe Jayce is trying to tell him something.

like a stone | 5,533 | bitethehands

Summary: "Wait another hour. If you still feel nothing, you can have some more." He forcibly directs his focus to the book and hears the subtle shifting again. He doesn’t think Viktor realises he’s doing it. The dark thing turns in Jayce’s stomach. It’s not going to take an hour.

zero seconds since | 5,921 | annorii

Summary: There's a first time for everything.

Kinda I Want To | 6,456 | Anonymous

Summary: Jayce doubled over, his body relaxing a little bit as he coughed, still refusing to focus on anything but Viktor. But, now, this focus was less fear and confusion and more… disbelief. When he caught his breath, he slumped down to sit on the floor. “Viktor?” Viktor just nodded. Jayce let out a few raspy breaths from the back of his throat like he was laughing. “Prove it. Prove it, say something that only he would know.” “You don't know me well enough yet for that to work.”

for goodness' sake | 6,717 | WhoTheBuckIsStucky / @kjmsupremacist

Summary: Viktor calls Jayce "good boy" once, casual and offhand, and it feels anything but casual to Jayce. Viktor notices and decides to use this power for evil.

Some Enchanted Evening | 6,994 | AppleSharon / @applesharonfiction

Summary: “Do you ever get jealous of me?” he asks Viktor after taking a small sip. He steels himself for Viktor’s answer. The tapping sound of Viktor’s cane is steady against the stone floor of the terrace. It’s familiar. “No. I do not envy your position, Jayce. If anything after tonight I feel…I feel like perhaps I should have come to a few more of these events with you earlier.” Jayce always wants Viktor at his side. Viktor has trouble understanding why.

In the Spaces Between | 7,443 | Disguised_Bird

Summary: In the gleaming halls of Piltover’s Academy, Jayce and Viktor are more than just brilliant partners—they are soulmates brought together by ambition, trust, and an unrelenting pursuit of progress. But when an intimate moment at a high-society gala blurs the lines between their work and their emotions, Viktor finds himself questioning everything he thought he understood about their partnership. Caught between their Hextech dream and the simmering tension they can no longer ignore, Jayce and Viktor must navigate the uncharted territory of desire, vulnerability, and trust. In the spaces between equations and quiet glances, they may find that they are inextricably bound not just by their work, but by something deeper.

Personal Lies | 7,740 | MarionetteFtHJM / @marionettefthjm

Summary: Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. But three times? Three times is someone perpetuating a baseless rumor. The nature of the gossip is much like that of sound waves. Word travels, and it does so at an alarming speed. Whether it were the three assistants or someone else, the rumor seems to have caught everyone ablaze, spreading like wildfire. He needs to put a stop to this before it's too late.

fragile state | 8,222 | notsolstice

Summary: “It appears to be a mild concussion, all things considered. I’ll give him something for the pain and will keep him here overnight for observation, and he should recover soon with adequate rest. Which means he’s out of the ring for at least a month—” Viktor stops abruptly mid-sentence. It’s probably because Jayce has leaned forward to rest his head against Viktor’s collarbone, jutting out prominently under the thin black undersuit. Jayce closes his eyes and sighs contentedly, nuzzling closer. “Fuck, I wish I had a camera right now,” Vi says, clearly trying to stifle a laugh. “Thanks, doc. I’ll get out of your hair before Jayce says or does something even more embarrassing. Stop him if he tries to bleach his hair, yeah? He was really fixated on that earlier.” “Thank you, Vi,” Viktor replies in a strangled tone.

all that pretty love | 11,070 | BeesKnees / @kneesofthebee

Summary: “Hello! I’m Jayce,” the man says. He offers his hand across the table. “I am not interested,” Viktor says, and he looks back down at his book.

With you, without you | 12,894 | Rekki

Summary: "I’m a doctor.” Viktor says, frowning as one of the latches on Jayce's brace doesn’t close. “I help people with their backs.” “Doctor…?” “Dr. Talis.” Viktor says softly. The answer is like a punch to the gut. Jayce has forgotten who he’s talking to. A spouse, in a different life. The notion alone is enough to almost bring those pesky tears back. That insane vulnerability in his brain, the tender and abused place of him that doesn’t know how to quantify such an idea. Jayce would give anything to Viktor, be anything for Viktor. And in this universe, he’d been his husband. Had given him his name. A gift that has lasted beyond even death.

Santa Baby | 15,911 | blossombubble

Summary: For the first time in his life, Christmas sceptic Viktor finds himself wanting to sit on Santa’s lap. OR Viktor never thought he’d meet his future husband cosplaying as Santa for charity.

Seeing Stars or Something | 16,612 | Rekki

Summary: Professor Jayce Talis is really interested in the new Ravenclaw professor Viktor. Like, really interested. “Oh, please. You don’t know if Viktor is interested or not, you hardly know him.” Jayce rubbed a hand over his face, the image of Viktor on his knees with a mouthful of cock flashing powerfully through him in protest. But- Mel was right, though. Jayce had no idea if Viktor was interested or not. Afterwards, Viktor wasn’t even half-mast. Maybe he just has erectile dysfunction?

knottin’, baby | 36,393 | frankie_31 / @were-weenkie

Summary: Viktor gets hit with an early heat, and Jayce—being the good, well-meaning (and a bit too helpful) alpha that he is—steps in to help. They strike a very professional deal to tackle their heat and rut. They’re partners, it’s just another facet of how well they work together! And it’s just a nice bonus that Viktor starts to discover how fulfilling a heat can be with an alpha he actually trusts. It’s a totally platonic, super friendly arrangement. No, seriously, it’s just friendly. They’re partners, not mates.

lovers and invention by perfidiousalbion / @perfidiousalbion

2 Part Series | Rated M & E | Total Words: 7,244

Part 1 Summary: Jayce just smiles again. Viktor knows he’ll never earn that expression. No matter what he does, he’ll never, ever earn it. Every time he sees it it’ll be another penny in the bank of Viktor Having Things He Doesn’t Deserve.

jayvik blood kink by InAllPossibilities

2 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 13,010

Part 1 Summary: He stands and walks slowly to the kitchen sink and stands there, still staring wide eyed at his hands. His stomach turns. But the nausea doesn’t hit, instead a warmth spreads from his gut and sends a shiver down his spine. Jayce raises his hands closer to his face to look at where the edges are drying a deep ruddy brown. Then the smell hits him: metallic and sharp, unmistakable. He swears he salivates. And he doesn’t know why, but without thinking, he lifts his right hand to his nose to inhale.

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[jayvikstolemyheart]

Thinking about AU where Jinx/Powder is adopted by Jayce and Viktor

So a few people have had this idea before but there’s this one little thing that I’ve been stuck on.

How would growing up with Jayvik impact Jinx’s appearance, particularly her hair?

Hairstyle is important for both Jinx and Powder’s characters. It’s indicative of mental state, the people in her life and how she carries them with her every where (AU!Powder’s pink strand to represent Vi, our Jinx keeping long braids similar to what Vi and her mother would do for her, but they have become heavy weighing down on her physical and mentally)

And then we get to Jayvik. Neither of them know anything about looking after a little girl, and their probably going to be broke for the first bit as they get Hextech off the ground. So what, Little Powder has to do her own hair? And what would she style it as, since everything associated with her family is huge trigger now?

Then it finally occurred to me. I think Jayce would try to take Powder to the most important woman in his life and the most experienced parent he knows.

Ximena Talis!

Poor woman was already freaking out about her son sneaking out to do more crime with some guy he met the same day only for Jayce to come back telling her that he is now allowed to continue working on magic and now has a malnourished 11-year-old-girl in his arms.

(Do you think one of Ximena’s early theories was that Powder was Viktor’s daughter and he was trying to make Jayce become Powder’s step-dad? 😂)

Ximena, despite all the shock she’s in, sees the tiny crying Powder and is like “first that child needs to be fed, and THEN I’ll get answers from my son”.

Later on Ximena starts helping with Powder’s hair and other girl-to-girl stuff that Jayce and Viktor can’t really do. Having said that, Ximena had still only ever raised a son. She’s never done a little girl’s hair before. So I’m proposing she would do buns for Powder like she does for herself, and as Powder grows older she incorporates that kind of thing to her current hair.

I just think it would be a cute dynamic, even if Powder’s taste in hairstyle and jewellery is more suited for a topside old lady than for a young undercity-native girl as a result 😅.

[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

[technically-human]

More hex-comedy

[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.

[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.

[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)

[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

[antisocialfrog]

froggymint's Bottom Jayce Week

Three fics @boomotherfucker and I prepared for #bottomjayceweek.

Day 2, MageVik: took the stars from my eyes (Old Mage Viktor, Lucid Dreaming, Wet Dreams, Sex Magic, Multiple Orgasms, Implied/Referenced Cheating)

"It's you again," Jayce greets, nuzzling against his thigh. “It’s me again,” the Mage agrees, his voice soft. His fingers run through Jayce’s hair, soothing. “You’ve been seeking me out lately.”

The man who saved Jayce’s life shows him a whole new world.

Day 3, Domestic: First Thing in the Morning  (Established Relationship, First time bottoming, Morning Sex, Fluff)

Viktor grinds his ass over Jayce’s dick. “Lube,” he requests firmly. Gods. Gods. Gods. “We can’t,” Jayce protests weakly. “You told me, not on weekday mornings.” “It’s been over a week, Jayce,” Viktor complains. “I need you.” Jayce threads his fingers through Viktor’s hair and kisses him deeply, still jerking him off with the other hand. “You have me,” he murmurs against his lips. “I’m right here.” Viktor nearly whines into his mouth. “Not enough.” Suddenly he can see why Viktor loves teasing him so much, because needy Viktor is fucking hot. Jayce so badly wants to give him what he wants, but… His hand pauses on Viktor’s dick. Perhaps they can achieve the closeness they both yearn for without putting that pressure on Viktor’s body… “What if you fuck me instead?” Viktor shivers; his gaze grows dark, predatory. Hungry. Curious. “Yeah?”

Jayce and Viktor spend their first morning together after more than a week apart. Bedroom experiments ensue.

Day 4, Masturbation: The Substitute  (Masturbation, Dildos, Massage, Hand Jobs, Inappropriate Use of Ties, Semi-Public Sex, Light Dom/Sub Undertones)

He’s not sure what it is at first, but it’s beautiful. Some kind of sleek, metal tool, with a base adorned in House Talis colors. And then he realizes — it’s a phallic sex toy. But why would Viktor have had a dildo custom made, probably in Jayce’s own factory? And then another realization dawns on him — it’s Viktor’s. The size, the shape, the curve, even the small mole on the side is imitated with a gold speck of paint, an exact one-to-one replica of his lover’s erect cock.

Jayce is going out of town on a trip. Viktor gives him something to remember him by.

[thatonelurkerchick]

The Multiverse Shenanigans of Viktor and Jayce Talis Update 7/7/25

Chapter 2: Viktor Kiramman

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Summary

What if Viktor was found and raised by the Kirammans? What if Jayce didn't move to the Piltover area until later in life? Jayce and Viktor are about to find out.

Snippet

Viktor’s eyes opened as a banging echoed through the room. Where was he? No, he needed to take stock of his body first. His leg was still deformed, but his lungs did not rattle when he breathed in. What year was it? He looked at the calendar. …a month after he and Jayce met. This was the date they first gained access to a lab after getting through the first layer of red tape.

He opened up the window and looked around. Was-? Was this the Kiramman Estate?

“Viky! Come on! Open up!” a teenaged Caitlyn Kiramman complained and banged on the door again.

“One moment, Caitlyn,” he said and startled at his accent. He had a Piltie accent!

“Your boyfriend better not be hiding in there~! You already get to see him in your new lab. I wonder how he’s settling in Piltover. He seemed pretty angry when he was told he had to live in the dorms if he wanted to work on his crazy magic idea.”

Jayce then. Good, good. He should find his soulmate easy enough then if they were already supposed to meet up.

He opened up the door and was immediately hugged by the blue-haired teenager. His eyes flicked around the hallway. Oh. Oh. It appeared he was somehow adopted by the Kiramman family in this timeline. Fascinating! A complicated timeline to blend into but fascinating!

It did, of course, make sense that they would eventually be tasked with safely setting up HexTech in a drastically different timeline.

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Happy birthday, Jayce Talis!