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The Space Between (part 3)

Jayvik x female!reader

Content: Touch Aversion, Use of Y/N, Mutual Pining, Slow-Burn (kinda), Polyamory, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, me making up science stuff, mutual care

Summary: Y/N learns that touch can mean safety, especially when she’s in Viktor and Jayce’s arms.

Word Count: 900

Author's Note: Hi! This is the final part of The Space Between. I hope y’all enjoyed reading it, idk how to open up my requests but I’m gonna figure it out and if anyone has one, please send it in!!! Also, I’ve just been writing fanfic for myself in my notes app for a while now, so I got more shit to post if y’all want it lmao.

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Jayce started leaving notes on her workstation. Nothing dramatic—just scribbled observations or half-jokes in the margins of her schematics. “You’re the only one who noticed the voltage echo. I’m stealing your brain.” Sometimes he added little sketches: a spark crystal with a happy face, a tiny doodle of her with safety goggles too big for her face.

She kept every one in a drawer in her desk.

Viktor showed affection differently. With precision. Deliberation. When her hand ached from holding a soldering wand too long, he gently took it in his and rubbed the muscles loose. When her hair tangled during late-night experiments, he combed through it with a patience that made her want to cry.

**

In the weeks that followed, it became routine.

Not just the experiments or the long hours or the notes passed between hands—but them. Something built not on urgency, but on trust. On choosing softness again and again, even when the world outside demanded steel.

No one spoke the word relationship aloud. It didn’t feel necessary. What they had was lived, not labeled.

It was the quiet nights, the shared meals, the shared cot. Y/N would nestle next to or between them now without hesitation, fitting perfectly like a missing piece finally found.

Touch had become safe. Familiar. Craved.

And when her thoughts spiraled—when the past crept in like smoke under the door—she never had to speak it.

Jayce would reach for her hand, anchoring. Viktor would draw her close, resting his forehead gently against hers. They didn’t ask her to explain. They just stayed.

**

That next night, they didn’t sleep in the cot.

Jayce, bold as always, suggested they go back to his quarters. “The cot is fine,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I’d rather not wake up with Viktor’s elbow in my ribs again.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “That was your knee in my spine.”

Y/N snorted. “I vote for beds. Plural or otherwise.”

Jayce’s smile faltered for just a second—unsure.

Then she reached out, took both of their hands, and gave a small nod.

“Let’s go home.”

Jayce’s bed was large enough for all three, barely. She lay in the middle, Viktor’s arm tucked under her head, Jayce’s hand resting lightly at her waist.

“Is this alright?” Jayce whispered, his voice softer than she’d ever heard.

She turned toward him, nose brushing his.

“More than alright,” she said, and kissed him.

Not with fire, with certainty. Slow, deep, and sweet.

Jayce froze, then melted. His hands tighten on her waist, grounding himself in her touch like it was more important than air.

When she pulled away, Viktor was watching—eyes dark and tender. She turned toward him, heart pounding, and cupped his jaw gently. He leaned into her palm like it was a vow.

He kissed her with warmth and reverence, lips brushing hers like he couldn’t quite believe it was allowed. She leaned into it without hesitation.

After, she laid between them in stunned silence, heart almost bursting.

They didn’t speak again that night. Words were unnecessary. She fell asleep with Viktor’s heartbeat under her hand and Jayce’s breath at the back of her neck.

The next day thunder rolled across Piltover and the lab hummed with soft light. Jayce stood at the window, watching the lightning dance. Viktor sat beside her, working one-handed on a schematic with his other hand entwined with hers.

She watched them both and felt her chest swell. “I love you,” she said. It slipped out, quiet. Unintentional. True.

Jayce turned immediately, eyes wide, and Viktor stilled, lips parting slightly in surprise.

But neither hesitated.

Jayce crossed the room in two strides, kneeling to kiss her hand. “I love you, too.”

Viktor turned her palm in his, brushing a kiss to its center. “Without question.”

**

The physical affection grew—not in urgency, but in presence.

They kissed her cheeks, her temple, her shoulders. Not always with passion—sometimes just in greeting. Sometimes just because they could.

They never rushed her.

Not even when her hands trembled with want and fear all tangled together. Not when she whispered, “I don’t know how far I can go,” voice barely there, eyes filled with uncertainty.

Jayce kissed her fingers and murmured, “Wherever you stop, we’ll be right there with you.”

Viktor rested his forehead to hers. “Love is not a threshold to cross. It’s a path. And we’ll walk it at your pace.”

She hadn’t expected her tears.

But they didn’t recoil. They just held her as she cried, whispering sweet nothings.

**

Do love continued to bloom like ivy—persistent, winding its way around everything.

The relationship wasn’t perfect. There were days when Viktor’s work consumed him, when Jayce got snappy under pressure, when Y/N doubted her place between them.

But they talked. They listened.

They made space for each other. For her.

And in time, the ache that had once lived beneath her skin—tight and coiled and defensive—unwound.

It didn’t disappear. But it softened.

They were all still learning. Still growing. But Jayce and Viktor? They were her home.

And she no longer flinched.

She reached.

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The Space Between (Part 2)

Jayvik x female!reader

Content: Touch Aversion, Healing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Use of Y/N, Mutual Pining, Slow-Burn (kinda), Polyamory, me making up science stuff, fluff

Summary: Y/N, Jayce, and Viktor fumble their way through touch and feelings.

Word Count: 1100

Author's Note: Hello! I wrote a part 2 to this because… I wanted to lmao. It’s still super short because I’m apparently incapable of writing long fanfics. I’ll probably post a part 3 tomorrow! :)

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After that night, something subtle shifted. Nothing overt. Just a quiet understanding that bloomed between the three of them. They still worked as they always had, but now there was an unspoken permission to pause, to linger.

It began with hands.

Viktor started offering his first. A palm extended in greeting at the beginning of their workday. No pressure, no expectation—just the option. She didn’t always take it. But when she did, he’d smile in that small, quiet way that made her chest ache.

Jayce was bolder. He’d rest a hand on the back of her chair while reading her notes, fingers brushing the wood but never quite her. Always giving her the option to reach out without forcing it on her. One day, after she solved a particularly tricky equation, he reached out to tap her knuckles with his in celebration. She didn’t pull away.

They both noticed.

They noticed when she began to stay a little longer after work, lingering over cups of spiced tea. When she started leaning just slightly toward them as they all sat shoulder to shoulder, poring over blueprints. When her laughter came easier.

Weeks passed. The spaces between them narrowed.

There was a moment during one rainy afternoon when Jayce handed her a thermos, their fingers brushing—and she didn’t pull back. She held his gaze instead, heart pounding.

“I think,” she murmured, “it’s getting easier.”

Jayce’s smile lit up the whole damn lab.

Another time, Viktor asked her if he could touch her hair. She blinked, surprised, but then nodded. He tucked a strand behind her ear with reverence she hadn’t known she craved.

“Beautiful,” he said—quiet, sincere.

Her face warmed, but she didn’t look away.

**

The calibration had finally held. Weeks of meticulous adjustments, sleepless nights, endless theories—validated in one beautiful arc of blue light across the stabilizer coil. The lab filled with the crackling hum of magic perfectly restrained. Jayce whooped, elated, spinning toward her with triumph in his eyes.

And before he could think, before he could stop himself—he hugged her.

It wasn’t tight. Just a spontaneous, full-hearted wrap of arms around her shoulders as he laughed into her hair.

But the moment his brain caught up to his body, he froze.

He pulled back like he’d touched fire, arms vanishing, eyes wide and guilt-stricken. “Shit—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—Y/N, I wasn’t thinking—”

She was staring at him, wide-eyed.

Not with fear. Not even with surprise at him.

But surprise at herself.

She didn’t flinch. Her body hadn’t jerked away. Her breath hadn’t caught in panic. In fact—she felt warm. Anchored. Okay.

A beat passed.

Then her face lit up.

Not just a small smile—a radiant, open grin that made Jayce blink in confusion.

And before he could say another word, she launched forward and tackled him into a hug.

His back hit the wall with a soft oof, her arms flung tight around his middle, her cheek pressed to his chest.

Jayce stood frozen in her embrace, arms hovering.

Then slowly, carefully, he wrapped them around her again.

“You’re okay?” he asked, voice muffled against her hair.

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “You made it okay.”

She felt his breath stutter. One hand came up to cradle the back of her head gently.

Viktor noticed the difference the moment he stepped back into the lab.

Y/N was at the far end of the workbench, sleeves rolled up, eyes shining as she animatedly explained something to Jayce—who, for once, wasn’t doing all the talking. They were close. Comfortably close. Her hand brushed his when she passed him a wrench, and she didn’t recoil. Jayce didn’t even blink at the contact. But Viktor saw it.

He always noticed.

He moved quietly, setting his cane against the table and joining them with a soft smile. “Did I miss a breakthrough, or is the improved mood purely emotional in nature?”

“Little bit of both,” Y/N beamed, and Jayce had the decency to look sheepish.

“We got the reactor to stabilize and I hugged her,” Jayce blurted. “By accident. I was excited. Then I panicked.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, gaze flicking to her.

“I didn’t panic,” she said softly, turning to Viktor now. “That’s the difference.”

A slow smile bloomed across Viktor’s face. Not smug. Not surprised. Just quietly proud.

“Ah,” he murmured. “So we’ve moved from contracts to… consensual chaos.”

She laughed, bright and breathless, and without hesitating, reached out to take his hand. Just for a moment. Just because she could.

Viktor eyes softened as he looked down at their hands.

“This is no small thing,” he said gently. “You taught your body something new. It takes great strength to rewrite what fear has carved in.”

Y/n gave a trembling smile, eyes shimmering, and gently tugged him closer until he stood between her knees. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. He froze, eyes wide, glancing over at Jayce—who only answered with a knowing grin. Slowly, he returned the embrace, letting his arms circle her as he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head.

**

The first time they all shared space on the same cot in the corner of the lab—too tired to leave after a long night of tests—it was clumsy. Viktor at her back, Jayce at her front, a tangle of limbs and quiet apologies.

But her body didn’t fight it.

She fit herself into the warmth between them, heart steady. Safe.

And when she woke the next morning with Jayce’s hand curled loosely over hers and Viktor’s steady breathing at her nape, she didn’t pull away.

She let herself feel it. Let it settle deep in her bones, that truth:

She was wanted. Not just tolerated. Not pitied.

Wanted.

**

The kisses came later. Soft. Slow. Rare, at first.

Jayce grabbed and kissed her hand after a long night, murmuring, “You were brilliant today.”

Viktor leaned forward and kissed her forehead as she knelt before him, helping him fix his brace when a few of the gears broke.

She kissed Viktor’s cheek in gratitude when he brought her a fresh pastry and a cup of tea. Jayce’s temple, when he looked like he needed reassurance more than celebration.

No rush. No pressure. Only warmth growing at its own pace, like a lab flame gently fed over time.

They never asked her for more than she could give. And in that patience, she found herself wanting to give more. Craving not just safety, but closeness. Intimacy. The quiet miracle of being held and not having to brace for pain.

So when, one night, she curled herself into their shared cot again—this time initiating it—neither man said a word.

They just wrapped around her like she belonged there.

Because she did.

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The Space Between

Jayvik x female!reader

Content: Touch Aversion, Trauma, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Use of Y/N, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn (kinda), Polyamory

Summary: Y/N, a scientist working alongside Jayce and Viktor, struggles with her crush on the two men and her aversion to touch.

Word Count: under 600

Author’s Note: this is the first time I’m posting my writing anywhere except on Wattpad when I was twelve (and before you ask, it’s been deleted). I know it’s super short but… hope you enjoy!

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The clang of glass on steel echoed softly through the lab. Another late night, another series of calibrations, another moment where her hand brushed Viktor’s by accident—just barely—and he pulled away with a polite nod while her own hand recoiled as if stung.

She hated that about herself.

It was ridiculous, really. She’d worked alongside Jayce and Viktor for almost a year now, filled with long hours and sleepless nights spent side-by-side. Jayce with his loud laughs and charming grins. Viktor with his quiet intensity that made her heart flutter.

And her heart did flutter. Often. When Jayce leaned in too close to explain a theorem. When Viktor adjusted a valve and his hand brushed her shoulder. When either of them laughed and looked at her like she was part of the warmth between them.

But every time—every time—touch came near, her body betrayed her.

She recoiled. Flinched. Tensed like a stray waiting to be kicked.

She didn’t do it out of fear. Not really. It was some tight, reflexive instinct that came from years of learning that touch wasn’t safe, wasn’t given without cost, wasn’t something she could trust. Even now, when she wanted it desperately, her body wouldn’t let her take it.

The final straw came late one evening.

Jayce, bleary-eyed, offered her a cup of tea. He’d gone out of his way to brew it just how she liked. She reached for it, their fingers nearly touching—

She flinched again.

Jayce didn’t pull away. He just set the cup down slowly, watching her with a careful look. “You always do that,” he said quietly.

Y/N froze. Viktor, across the room, had stopped his work. The silence in the room was thick.

Jayce stepped back, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not mad. I just—are we doing something wrong?”

“No!” she said far too fast. “You’re not. I—It’s me. I just…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t know how to want something and be afraid of it at the same time.”

Viktor moved toward her then, slow, like approaching a wounded creature. “Touch frightens you?”

“Not the idea of it,” she admitted, barely above a whisper. “Just the reality. I want it, but when it’s real, my body—my instincts—don’t trust it. Don’t trust me to deserve it.”

Jayce’s eyes softened. “Y/N…”

“I know it’s stupid,” she laughed bitterly, hugging her arms. “I’m a scientist. I’m supposed to be logical. But there’s no formula for—”

She broke off as Viktor extended a hand—not to touch, but to offer.

“May I?” he asked, voice calm.

Y/N’s breath caught. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, slow as molasses, until her palm touched his. He didn’t squeeze. Just held it there—warm, steady, real.

“Maybe,” he said, “you just need to be the one in control.”

She hesitated, looking at her hand in his, then nodded.

“Okay. Then how about this—no touch unless you ask for it or give permission for it,” Jayce said.

Viktor gave a soft smile. “A contract of sorts.”

She looked at Jayce, then Viktor. Slowly she lifted her other hand and offered it forward, palm-up.

Jayce reached out—not to grasp or pull, but simply to hover his hand near hers. “May I?”

She nodded.

His fingers closed gently over hers, warm and calloused. She didn’t flinch. She almost cried.

“There,” Viktor said, a small smile on his lips. “Now we begin.”

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