#stuck in jayvik wip hell

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Some of my most recent Jayvik wips. I hope I have more time soon (and motivation) so I can finish these soon!

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For a JayVik WIP! (Season 2-Ep7 Spoilers)

Chapter 1

Jayce was clinging onto life for what felt like years. He had been stuck deep in that hole for days on end, weeks, months. And yet, it felt like an eternity. It had all been too much for him to handle. The broken leg, the weak body, the raw newt he was forced to eat..it had been pure torture. No one should ever have to experience what he went through. He wouldn't wish that upon anyone.

Jayce went through so much to get here. Now, he was face-to-face with the mage he'd thought about for so many years. The man that helped him through hard times and inspired him to mess with the Arcane, the worst decision he's ever made. But now, knowing this man's true identity, knowing what this world could become through the dark magic he's faced, he has found understanding in what he must do.

Jayce's large hands wrapped around the hex-corrupted hammer that has been here for so long. He pulled it from the hollowed body's grasp, looking to the older version of Viktor. He gave a smile of thanks before he was surrounded with a blue aura of magic. The mage began to swirl his staff around. Jayce closed his eyes, soaking in this power that he recognized from so long ago. He felt like he was being transported. Soon enough, he could have his reality—the world he'd been so far from for what felt like so long. The place where he could put an end to all the bloodshed and make peace in Piltover. The place where he could stop Viktor from messing up this world more than he has. Where he could fulfill his promise to his best friend and finally destroy the Hexcore as he was always meant to do.

Slowly, he felt like he was floating on air. Once his feet were planted firmly on the ground again, Jayce opened his eyes. It took a minute for him to get used to the light that poured through the windows. He'd been stuck in a storm for so long that any sort of brightness was almost unfamiliar to him.

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything was a little blurry, but it looked like he was in the lab. As everything got clearer, Jayce realized he was in the lab. He hasn't been here in a good while. Last time he came here was with Ekko and Heimerdinger..but everything was out of place now.

He turned his head to the center of the room. The membrane that Viktor had been stuck in for so many days was gone. He never moved it. He turned to the work stations, noticing their cleanliness. He left it a mess before he left.

And before Jayce could even imagine this getting any weirder, he saw his partner. There was no way that was him. But..how could it not be? The ruffled brown locks, the academy uniform, the crutch that he made for him..it was all Viktor's.

He had no words. He kind of just stared blankly in the direction of his partner, questioning how the hell Viktor was here..and younger. This was a couple years..maybe months ago. He really couldn't tell. Everything went to shit only a couple months before Jayce entered the rune. Still though, it felt like it all went down so long ago. Viktor using Shimmer, him leaving, everything with the Hexcore..it was a lot.

Should he talk to him? Should he wait to be noticed? He didn't even know if he could move. All of this was so shocking and it was sudden. He was expecting to be somewhere else back home, not here.

Turning around, the younger version of Viktor pulled his goggles off after working on some gadgets. At first, he didn't seem to notice Jayce. At least, he didn't see his appearance, but clearly sensed his presence. He sighed.

"Honestly, Jayce," He gave a huff. "How many more times am I to remind you? Those councilors do not care for the people of the Undercity. They care about Piltover. It's their own little world to take care of, not Zau–.." He paused mid-sentence.

Jayce stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, large hand holding onto the hammer that was mostly just resting on the floor in his loose grip. He couldn't help but gaze at Viktor without a word. That accent..he forgot how much he missed hearing it. That sweet and gentle tone. The tongue that allowed his own name to roll from his mouth so perfectly. The care he took in making every word so clear, whether he was scolding him or simply explaining a project. Everything he did was so affectionate. He was always so full of love, but ever since he left Jayce alone in their lab, he no longer felt the warmth of his love.

Or maybe everything was just a dream. A long and terrible dream. Maybe this was a reality where all the pain and suffering never happened. One where he wasn't starving in a ravine for weeks, desperately trying to crawl his way out with a broken leg, eating raw salamander like it was candy.

Though, with the way Viktor was looking at him right now, so confused and speechless, it seemed this was not the reality he was hoping for. He had gone through anguish and it was clear this wasn't his Viktor. This wasn't the man he knew. He wasn't the man that had dreams for an evolution of humanity, a plan for Zaun and a plan to heal those poisoned by Shimmer.

Jayce managed to take a step, trying to remain hopeful, trying to think that maybe everything was back to normal. He tried to make himself believe this was truth. That the Viktor before him was the partner he knew and loved.

Still a WIP, so it's unpublished. The name will be; You Are My Dream.