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Jayce is living proof that STEM without humanities creates men who can build a magic nuke but don’t know why they shouldn’t.

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These three turned the Vampire Genre around in a way that is more significant than the renaissance by the way.

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“This is unlike anything we’ve ever seen, Jayce. It could be the key to augmenting physiology, extending life—”

“Curing you.”

Write down your list of priorities and then show it to me, Jayce Talis. Quick.

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Old man yaoi? Do you mean ‘keep that old man well-fucked and filled with cum’? Because, same.

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Saw someone tag sex as a sacred duty. Why not a religious one? There’s something far more brutal in that, less ethereal, more binding. Sacred is soft, reverent, something you approach with trembling hands and whispered prayers. But religious? That’s doctrine. Obligation. The kind of devotion that carves itself into bone, whether you believe or not.

A sacred duty is chosen. A religious one is inevitable.

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Love me some service top Jayce, absolutely, but let’s not forget that his service also includes being dominant if that’s what Viktor wants. if Viktor says ‘take control’ you bet Jayce’s entire brain lights up like ‘yes sir,’.

BUT.

Jayce being dominant on his own?

Not just because Viktor tells him to, not just in a “whatever you want, baby” way, but because some neuron in his brain activates just from proximity, but because he wants it?

That needs to be written more. And I am writing it btw.

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I think hands would be Jayce and Viktor’s go-to way of flirting. Fingers brushing over each other’s knuckles. Measuring palm sizes just because. Squeezing each other’s hands when no one’s looking. Warming cold fingers between their own, slow and deliberate.

Viktor’s voice is dry when he says, “Do you realize we’re holding hands more than we’re talking?”

Jayce’s grin is blinding. “Yeah. It’s great, right?”

Viktor’s smile is brief accompanied by a roll of his eyes when he murmurs, “…it’s perfect,” under his breath.

It gets embarrassing at some point when they want to keep holding each other’s hands whenever it’s physically possible which is still ridiculous if it’s compared to a normal amount of hand-holding.

They are in love, your honour, and they can’t stop holding each other’s hands.

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I like cardio, Jayce Talis says. And the cardio in his mind is fucking Viktor in all possible positions his poor back can take.

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Jayce is the type of guy to end up on the verge of tears when he sees someone else crying. He’s not even sure why it’s happening, just that his body short-circuits and goes—match emotion match emotion match emotion.

Viktor would say, “You’re tearing up.”

And Jayce would accuse Viktor who’s crying (with a wobbly voice) of crying.

Viktor would then say, “Yes, but why are You crying?”

Jayce would just be bewildered by the questions because he doesn’t fucking know why he’s crying.

It’s not even about being ‘soft’. It’s wiring atp. His brain just runs full tilt into oh no, we’re sad now territory before his rational mind can step in. Can crush a metal pipe bare-handed but put him in front of an emotion? He’s useless.

I like a man with layers.

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Writing Jayce as socially awkward enough that everyone perceives him as this stern and taciturn person but then you put him in a “safe” space (think with Viktor in their lab with a hyperfixation topic), and suddenly he’s a yapper.

Viktor, dead-eyed, sitting through a three-hour Jayce ramble on material conductivity, says, “Do you ever stop talking?”

Jayce is sheepish about it. “…only when I remember you’re here.”

Viktor is secretly very amused.

Neurodivergent Jayce… who said that?

Jayce who masks hard in formal settings, can’t figure out what the right tone is, accidentally comes off cold. Jayce who’s actually desperate to connect but doesn’t know how to break the stiffness so he comes off as too friendly sometimes. Jayce who talks a mile a minute when his brain says it’s safe.

The council thinks he’s stoic.

His lab assistants think he’s intense.

Viktor? Viktor knows he’s an absolute disaster who trips over his words, overexplains everything, and once info-dumped about screw threading for twenty minutes straight.

Give me Jayce who paces when overstimulated who can’t make eye contact when nervous but will light up if you get him on a topic he loves.

Give me Jayce who doesn’t know how to “turn off” the yap when he’s with Viktor and honestly? Viktor doesn’t want him to.

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Still Water Runs Deep by proyearning

wordcount: 76.1k (7/18)  rating: explicit  ships: jayce/viktor (League of Legends), mentioned mel/jayce, minor viktor/others, canonical sideships

summary: Professor Viktor, the man of progress, has lost his touch, his lab collecting dust while he withers away from the history of Piltover. Jayce Talis is the new graduate student in his machine learning class, young and arrogant but brilliant.

What's the worst that can happen? A lot.

additional tags: alternate universe - modern, grad student jayce, professor viktor (trans viktor), slow-burn, lab partners, age difference, mental health issues, audhd jayce, angst & hurt/comfort, jayce has piercing and tattoos, casual sex, dom top jayce, bottom viktor, explicit sexual content, more tags in the link

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I am writing tatted Jayce, but I need more that I can read too. We have the art, now where are the fics that lean into it? Give me more Jayce with piercings, more Jayce with inked skin under a button-up.

We’re missing out when we don’t give him that edge. Big arm pieces wrapping around biceps he worked hard for. Something subtle on his ribs that he only shows Viktor late at night. A scarred-over piercing he did impulsively during his academy days.

“Hm. I didn’t think you had the pain tolerance,” Viktor every time he sees a patch of ink.

Jayce says, “I didn’t think you liked surprises.”

Viktor is deadpan when he says, “I don’t.”

He absolutely does btw.

Oh and Viktor? Sure, we all know he pulls it off automatically—the sharp metal jewelry, the blackwork sleeve, the industrial bar.

But BUT need more Jayce who’s a little rough around the edges. Hands covered in faint scarring, ink along his forearm he fiddles with when he’s anxious, a lip ring he takes out for meetings but slips back in when it’s just him and Viktor at the workshop.

Jayce would have bold, heavy pieces, symbols of protection, innovation, maybe even something Viktor designed for him.

Viktor with fine-line, precise tattoos, cybersigilism, each one chosen carefully, each one meaningful.

Together they are a vision too.

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“Disintegrated from existence” and not just alone but with the person who if did not die with him might have felt lonely one evening and tried to find a way to revive him and actually could even succeed bc Jayce Talis I believe is capable of anything.

So ofc he had to die too.

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Genuinely the greatest Jayvik art that I have ever come across, solely because of the emotions this evoke in me. Sure there are far intricately drawn pieces of art with incredible color work but intimacy drawn to focus on Jayce and Viktor melting into each other will forever get me like no other art out there.

In all timelines, in all possibilities, only you can show me this...

A lil Jayvik for my heart <3

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I like it when people joke about Viktor in those stiff Victorian white nightgowns and sleeping caps, but listen, we need to bring back chic Viktor. Drape that man in a silky maroon pinstriped dressing gown, loose over white pinstriped pajamas, flushed toes peeking out from under the hem, gold-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose while he reads at 2 AM.

Viktor who as he gets older invests on robes that are decadent. Blue velvet, a white line drilled onto the hems, a faint shimmer when the light hits just right.

The kind of thing you throw on when you sleep naked but still want to look like you stepped out of a painting when you shuffle to the kitchen for tea. And these are all marketed for men slightly bigger than Viktor so the robes swallow him a little.

Jayce, rubbing his face half-awake, watching Viktor pad across the room in that velvet robe and then fucking him into the mattress once he gets back wearing nothing but that robe. White patches of skin comes into view from between the parted robe.

Viktor who owns a silky robe he usually never wears, except on rare nights when Jayce’s breath catches the second he sees him in it.

Jayce’s voice is hoarse. “That’s… new?”

“Not really,” is what Viktor says.

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Jayce is sitting on the edge of Viktor’s bed one night, getting out of outside clothes when Viktor casually suggests they could sleep with other people if they wanted.

Jayce’s initial reaction is to say, “Yeah, no, totally, if that’s what you want, like, I’m chill, it’s fine.”

Is he fine? No. Is he close to spiralling? Very much so.

Viktor watches Jayce flirt with someone at a bar the next time they go out because technically they agreed this was okay, takes a long-drawn sip of his drink and the smile on his face after that is thin.

Against one of the darkened corridors of the establishment, Viktor gets kissed by some dude which Jayce watches and see he’s not mad. Not at all and he says as much.

“It’s just, I didn’t realize you were that into them. I’m fine with it. Totally fine. I swear.”

Is Jayce fine? No. Does he proceed to sulk for three days after that? Definitely and not only that, he also starts compensating like hell.

The next time it’s Jayce who’s being pressed against the railing of a balcony in another outing and Viktor’s not sure how feels about the other guy’s hands running all over Jayce’s hair, back, shoulders, biceps, and then back up to his hair again.

The moment minds change is when Jayce sees someone touching Viktor’s wrist at their workplace, and now it doesn’t matter that Viktor and him have never been exclusive and never even expected exclusivity from each other because Jayce doesn’t think he’s very good at being chill at the moment.

Hours later, Jayce is draped over Viktor’s naked back when Viktor murmurs against the pillow, “You can’t handle this, can you?”

Jayce is miserable, voice muffled against Viktor’s hair, “don’t wanna see you with anyone else.”

Viktor’s smile is faint when he turns in Jayce’s arms, and lets a hand stroke Jayce’s hair away from his face.

“Good,” is the only thing he says.