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So this is my way of coping with the end of Arcane Season 2. Viktor's and Jayce's story left a hole in my heart which I now try to fill up with writing a fanfiction of them both after the events of Season 2 🥹

Please feel free to show me any mistakes I might have overseen. I'm not a native English speaker, but I did my best! (For some words or phrases I needed to use translators or ChatGPT, I hope this is alright tho)

It's a Jayvik fanfiction and it will be slow-burn. Their feelings and their past are very important to me, so it will be mentioned often through the story. There will be trigger warnings also, though this first chapter should not have any :)

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Chapter 1: Waking in unknown

Viktor’s eyes fluttered open, the world around him blurred in a soft haze. Warm air brushed against his skin, carrying the scent of fresh grass and wildflowers. He blinked several times, struggling to make sense of the tranquil, endless meadow stretching before him.

Abruptly, he sat up, his heart pounding as fragments of his last moments clawed their way into his mind. He shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t possible.

Or was he even alive?

Shock rippled through him as he instinctively glanced down at his hands. One trembled slightly, the other clenched tightly around something smooth and cold—the rune stone he had given to Jayce so many years ago. So many times. The weight of it felt both grounding and unbearable. After so many times Jayce finally succeeded, ending Hex-Tech once and for all, saving both time and space.

The meadow was eerily calm. Only the soft rustle of grass accompanied the stillness, while the vast sky above stretched endlessly, its gentle blue so serene it felt wrong. All of this felt wrong. Viktor’s thoughts, in contrast, raced in an endless, chaotic stream of guilt and grief.

He sat frozen for a long moment, struggling to grasp reality, his breath unsteady. The soft earth beneath him, the sun's warmth on his face, it all felt painfully vivid, far too real for a dream. Yet the questions in his mind refused to quiet: How? Why? Where was he?

Slowly, his fingers brushed over the sharp lines of his face, tracing the familiar contours, aged by time and hardship. He felt solid, alive, but different. Everything about this place was different. The sensations, the stillness, the overwhelming clarity of it all.

Then he heard it.

A faint sound. Rhythmic. Familiar.

A heartbeat.

It wasn't his own.

Viktor’s head turned sharply. Lying beside him, impossibly close, was Jayce.

Jayce.

His old friend. His partner.

The man who had stood beside him through their triumphs and failures. The man who had fought to save him, only to set off a chain reaction of destruction.

Yet also the man who had refused to abandon him. Not even at the very end.

But was that truly the end?

For a moment, Viktor could do nothing but stare, his chest tight, his breathing uneven. Jayce’s face seemed calm, his breath steady. Relief coursed through Viktor, mingling with disbelief, anger, and emotions he thought he had buried long ago. But above all stood fear.

Fear of this being merely a dream. His sight got blurry, as tears started to fill up in his eyes. He thought he lost the ability to cry a long time ago.

"J-jayce.. please.. don't do this to me..", his voice a trembling whisper. Slowly Viktor reached out, heavily shaking, his hand hovering above Jayce’s face as if afraid to shatter the illusion, his trembling fingers brushed against his brow, the touch light and hesitant. He needed to know—needed to feel—that this wasn’t a cruel hallucination. And it seemed that it wasn't.

“You're alive…” Viktor whispered, his voice raw and broken. "I'm.. alive.."

His throat tightened, the weight of everything he had carried for so long threatening to crush him. He had steeled himself to face whatever came next alone. But now, Jayce—after everything—was here. Viktor pulled his hand away sharply, slamming it into the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear slipping down his cheek, carving a path toward the earth below.

This can’t be real.

The thought clawed at him. Was this some cruel trick of dying Hextech? A final mirage conjured by the remnants of their shattered invention? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what to feel, what to believe.

The tear fell silently into the grass, vanishing into the earth as Viktor’s thoughts spiraled. The meadow stretched around him in unyielding serenity, while within him, a storm raged.

Jayce’s eyes opened just moments later. For a brief instant, there was only silence—the gentle rustling of the wind weaving through the tall grass. Blinking slowly, his gaze landed on Viktor. His chest tightened, emotions surging within him, but relief rose above all else. A faint, almost incredulous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Viktor… is it really you?” he murmured.

He pushed himself up carefully, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving Viktor. There was so much he wanted to say, but words felt just so small in the face of this moment. Then, he noticed his trembling shoulders, the streak of a tear glistening against his pale cheek.

“Viktor…” Jayce’s voice softened, concern overtaking his initial awe. He sat up fully, instinctively placing a firm yet gentle hand on Viktor’s shoulder. The contact sent a shudder through Viktor, but Jayce didn’t pull away.

“I… I don’t understand,” Viktor whispered, his voice cracking, the words barely audible. “Why are you here? After everything… after all that’s happened, you stayed.”

For a moment, Jayce didn't know how to respond to him. He simply watched Viktor, his heart breaking at the sight of him—fragile, raw, tears streaming silently down his face. The weight of everything they had endured together pressed down on him, but the sight of Viktor’s pain was unbearable.

“It should be me,” Jayce finally said, his voice low. “It should be me asking you that. You’re here, after I… after I doomed your future.” His hand trembled slightly, though it remained steady on Viktor’s shoulder. “I just wanted to save you, after the rocket… after it exploded. Viktor, I’m so sorry.”

Jayce’s eyes closed tightly. He had always known—deep down—that his actions had set Viktor on his path of destruction. The glorious evolution, the pain, the suffering—it all traced back to his choice. His endlessly selfish choice.

Yet, even knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He had seen Viktor dying, and in that moment, all he wanted was to save him, no matter the cost.

“No, Jayce…” Viktor’s voice, though unsteady, held a quiet firmness. He drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet Jayce’s gaze. His golden eyes were still rimmed with tears, but determination flickered within them. “You tried to save me. That’s all you ever wanted.."

The weight of those words hung heavily in the air. Viktor’s chest tightened, old wounds threatening to break open anew. He couldn't help himself not fully believing the words he had just said.

Still Now, here they were—two broken men, each haunted by their own demons, inexplicably alive together.

Jayce hesitated, then moved closer. His hand slid gently to Viktor’s back, his touch light but steady, as he tried to offer comfort in the midst of their shared turmoil. Slowly, Viktor’s silent sobs quieted completely, his trembling eased, and he leaned ever so slightly against Jayce.

Lost in his thoughts, Viktor’s gaze fell to the ground. It was only then that he noticed something profoundly awkward—both of them were sitting in a field of flowers, entirely naked.

A flush crept across Viktor’s face, spreading quickly as realization dawned. His hands instinctively moved to cover himself, as if the absence of clothes was the most important thing right now.

“Ah…” he began, his voice faltering. “I… it seems our clothing… well, it didn’t quite make it through the transition to this new world.” He turned his face away, unable to meet Jayce’s eyes. “We—”

But Jayce only laughed softly, the sound breaking through the tension like sunlight through clouds. “It’s okay, Viktor. We’ve been through worse.”

Viktor stiffened, his face growing even redder. He shifted awkwardly, his body tense with self-consciousness. “Turn around,” he muttered. “Please, Jayce… avert your eyes.”

Jayce nodded immediately, respecting Viktor’s wishes without hesitation. He turned away, though his hand remained steady on Viktor’s back, offering quiet reassurance. Viktor continued to lean against him, his embarrassment slowly giving way to a strange, fragile sense of comfort.

For a while, they simply sat there, side by side in the meadow, their thoughts were just too heavy to put into words. The gentle breeze stirred the flowers around them.

“I don’t deserve this,” Viktor whispered after a long silence, his voice fragile. The words slipped out unbidden, laced with anguish. His gaze fell to the ground, his shoulders slumping further as if the weight of his guilt would crush him. “After everything I’ve done… everything I’ve caused… why are you still here? Why am I here?”

Jayce leaned back slightly, studying Viktor with a softness that belied the strength of his resolve. His expression was calm but firm, as though he had anticipated this moment. “Because I promised you, Viktor,” he said simply.

The words struck Viktor like a blow. His golden eyes flashed with anger and something far deeper. Grief perhaps, or fear. He turned arround and pulled back completely, breaking the fragile closeness they had shared.

“You foolish man,” Viktor hissed, his voice trembling as he blinked back fresh tears. “You could’ve died! You would’ve most certainly died, with your whole life still ahead of you!” His hands clenched into fists, still holding onto the little crystalline rune stone, trembling as the weight of his emotions threatened to spill over.

Another tear slipped down Viktor’s cheek as his gaze locked onto Jayce’s. The man sitting before him had sacrificed everything, without hesitation, for someone like him. Viktor’s heart twisted painfully.

“All the pain I have caused…” His voice faltered, breaking under the strain. “I shouldn't be here.. you-.”

“Enough, Viktor.”

Jayce’s voice was gentle but carried a note of authority that silenced Viktor’s protests. He reached out, his hand steady as it cupped Viktor’s cheek, brushing away the errant tear with the pad of his thumb. The touch was warm, grounding Viktor in the moment despite his turmoil.

“I don’t hate you,” Jayce said, his voice unwavering and sincere. “If we’re talking about hate, then it should be you hating me.”

Viktor blinked, confusion flickering across his face. “What…?”

Jayce’s brow furrowed, regret clouding his eyes as he continued. “I tried to kill you, Viktor. I saved you only to…” His voice cracked, and he shook his head as if trying to dispel the memory. “Only to nearly destroy you later.”

His words hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, neither man spoke. Jayce’s hand remained on Viktor’s cheek, grounding them both in the here and now. Slowly, Jayce’s expression softened, a forced smile tugging at his lips.

“But we’re here now,” he said, his voice steadier. “Alive. Both of us. I know it’s hard to believe, and I know you’re confused. So am I. But we need to stay focused, somehow.” His gaze flicked down for the briefest moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “We’re naked, on top of everything else.”

Viktor’s face flushed instantly, the heat rising to his cheeks in a way that made him avert his gaze. He swallowed thickly, his composure momentarily shattered by the awkward reminder of their situation.

“You’re right,” Viktor murmured, his voice quieter now. “We… we need to find clothes. Being like this is…” He hesitated, searching for the right words before finally finishing, “…a distraction. Seeing you naked hinders my concentration.”

Jayce chuckled softly, the sound lightening the air between them. He arched a playful eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable. “Do I look that good?”

Viktor stiffened, his face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. He turned away sharply, his body language stiff and awkward, but his mind betrayed him with an unbidden thought:

He does look good.

Jayce didn’t press further, though a small, knowing smile lingered on his face as he stood. “Let’s figure out where we are,” he said, offering Viktor a hand to help him up. “Clothes can come next. I don’t think either of us wants to stay this exposed any longer than necessary.”

Viktor hesitated for a moment, then accepted the gesture, allowing Jayce to pull him to his feet. The air between them remained heavy with unspoken emotions and a future filled with uncertainity.

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