#jayvik drabble

[transthatmasc]

Ugh I don’t have time to write the fic yet so here’s what keeps bonking around my brain

Jayce becomes Viktor’s internal monologue for taking care of himself and his chronic issues.

It takes months of observation before Jayce starts piping up when he knows Viktor is doing something that will cause him pain later.

First it’s just big things— moving him to the couch when he falls asleep on the desk. Getting him a rolling stool and then making him sit on it when he’s spent too long standing at the chalk board.

Then it becomes smaller things. When Viktor has his bad leg bent across his other knee, twisting his back and hip and leg all in the wrong direction, Jayce will come over with a chair and a pillow to prop it on. Jayce clears all of the top and bottom shelves in the lab, only having things that are within Viktor’s normal range of motion. He tuts when ever he hears Viktor get up to go across the lab briefly without his cane, not even looking up as he goes “nuh uh” until viktor sighs and picks the damn thing up. “It’s only 12 steps, Jayce, I can go 12 steps” “you make that walk 25 times a day. It’s adds up.” He’s even started setting an alarm for 2 pm every day where he makes them both stop and do stretches to combat the stiffness of sitting and writing for hours on end.

Slowly, viktor’s internal voice that tries to remind him that something he’s doing will make him hurt later shifts to sound like Jayce. “Be nice to yourself, V” “that’s gonna hurt later, don’t do that” “if you leave your leg like that you’ll have a hard time walking home.” Even things that Jayce has yet to see, like the correct configuration of pillows on his bed, the way that he has to lay his arms so that his back doesn’t tweak in his sleep, start getting corrected in his mind with a “nuh uh” instead of the usual “whatever”

By the first anniversary of their meeting, every thought he has that encourages him to be kind to himself comes in Jayce’s voice, Jayce being so synonymous in his mind with the desire to treat himself well and be mindful of his limits. Jayce has no idea how much of viktor’s routine now consists of choices fueled by the thought that Jayce would be disappointed if he knew he was doing something that would cause him pain later all because Jayce can’t help but love viktor until he loves himself.

[stardustfables]

Late Night Talk

JayVik

Contains: Playful banters and cuddles

Rating: PG

Word count: 1468

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Viktor sighed softly. How long had he been working on the same stupid problem. He tried carrying over the six, even took the two away. But he just kept getting the same outcome. Failure. He finally groaned and leaned his head back running his hands over his face. He needed a break. Just as he grabbed his cane, he heard the door open.

“Hey,” a familiar voice spoke softly, “I got you some coffee.” Viktor looked over and relaxed with a smile, “I thought you forgot about me.” He teased the taller. Jayce chuckled and rolled his eyes, “How could I forget my partner?” Viktor shrugged with a grin, “Eh, I can be easily forgotten.”

Jayce laughed and sat in the empty chair next to him as he sat their cups down “Just so you know, I’ve tried. It doesn’t work.” Viktor laughed and grabbed his cup before raising a bit as a thanks and taking a sip. He shook his head and looked back at the papers. Viktor must've had an annoyed expression because Jayce spoke up, “You should take a break.” Viktor shook his head, “I’m okay.” Jayce sighed and stood up to step behind Viktor, “No, you’re not.” The smaller one shook his head and picked his pencil up, “I just needed some time to look away from it. I got that time, now I’m getting back to work.” Jayce rolled his eyes and started massaging Viktors shoulders. The other tensed under his hands and slowly relaxed with a sigh. Jayce hummed with amusement, “You didn’t look away long enough. Come on..” He pulled Viktor slowly back so he was leaning against his chair, “Take a break, for me. Please?”

Viktor tilted his head back and leaned his head on Jayce’s stomach. He gave a small grin, “You’re like a puppy, you know that?” The smile on Jayce had made the corner of his eyes crinkle, “Am I at least a cute puppy?” Viktor snorted and rolled his eyes, “Maybe you’re right. We should probably take a break. Go ahead and call it a night.” He leaned forward and Jayce tilted his head, “Really? How come you’re saying that now?” Viktor braced his hands on the table before standing up with a sigh, “You only ask questions like that when it’s late.”

Jayce laughed, “Oh? You think you have me pegged?” Viktor nodded and grabbed his cane and supported himself against it before looking up at Jayce, “I don’t think. I know. You asking if you’re ‘a cute puppy’ will then lean into a question of what breed of dog you are which then will lead into an argument of what type of dog ot animal I am. Before we know it, it’s five in the morning and we hadn’t even touched any of the project.” Jayce gave a warm smile, “Damn. I guess you do know what will happen.” He shrugged, “Alright. Lets get you to your room then.” Viktor nodded and started walking out of the lab. They walked in silence with one another, once at Viktors room, Viktor opened his door and went inside. He paused at his dresser and looked over his shoulder at Jayce. He turned slightly to look at him fully, “Well?” Jayce looked at him and gave a weak smile. He wasn’t too sure on what to say. Viktor raised his brows looking him over, “You coming in or leaving?” Jayce straightened up, “I mean, if you’re fine with me hanging out for a bit.” Viktor chuckled and shook his head turning back to his dresser. He leaned his cane against the wall between his dresser and bed as he spoke, “For a man who is smart, you can really be a dumbass.” Jayce gave a mock gasp, “Rude!” Viktor shrugged, “Don’t give dumbass responses and I won’t have to call you a dumbass.”

Jayce laughed and sat at the end of Viktors bed and shook his head looking down at his hands trying to give Viktor some privacy, “God, I forgot how mean you are when you’re tired!” Viktor started taking his vest off followed by his shirt, “Eh, you’ll get over it.” Viktor couldn’t help but chuckle at himself when he heard Jayce laugh a little. He got his shirt off and tossed them in the hamper that was on the other side of the dresser. He grabbed a random shirt before putting it on and went to sit on his own bed slowly. Jayce looked over at him, “Well..” Viktor raised a brow, “Well, what?” Jayce chuckled and slid his shoes off to sit criss cross on the bed, “What type of dog am I?” Viktor paused and then groaned as he started taking his own shoes off, “You aren’t going to let this question die off, are you?”

Jayce gave a grin and shook his head, “Not a chance.” Viktor sighed softly and leaned against the wall looking him over, “I would probably say a mix between golden retriever and a saint bernard.” Jayce tilted his head, “Interesting mix, but I’ll take it!” Viktor shook his head smiling as he got comfortable as he laid down and looked at Jayce, this was their regular. One night, Jayce bugged him so much to let Viktor let him hang out with him. Neither of them really remember when this started, but Jayce now will lay on Viktor while Viktor wraps his arms around him. To Viktor, Jayce is like a weighted blanket, to Jace VIktor is like a stuffed animal.

After a bit of silence and Viktor almost falling asleep while rubbing Jayce’s back, Jayce finally spoke up, “I can’t figure it out.” Viktor groaned softly, “What?” Jayce leaned up to hover of him, resting his forearms on the bed to get a better look at Viktor, “What type of dog you’d be.” Viktor sighed heavily not opening his eyes, “You seriously have been laying here this entire time trying to figure out my dog breed?” Jayce nodded, “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I? I had thought about so many breeds. There’s the high maintenance ones like a dalmatian for their stubbornness and sometimes aggression.” “I’m not aggressive,” Viktor retorted as he finally opened his eyes to look up at Jayce.

Jayce raised a brow with a smirk. Viktor rolled his eyes and Jayce continued, “Then I thought about specific breeds. For example, I kind of see you as a Saint Bernard as well. But, you’re small. I thought about a chihuahua, but you aren’t as energetic. Then there’s a pug-” Viktor was taken aback, “A pug? Seriously? Is it because of my health issues.” Jayce turned red, “What?! No! I think pugs are adorable.” Viktor groaned, “i can’t believe you’re comparing me to breed of dogs anyways.” “That’s it,” Jayce exclaimed. Viktor jumped slightly looking at him with surprise, “Oh, God. Don’t tell me you’re going to compare me to some other-” Jayce cut him off, “A cat.”

Viktor looked up at him with surprise and couldn’t help but to laugh, “A cat? Why a furball?” Jayce looked his over, “Think about it. You aren’t energetic like any dog. Dogs are very social, you aren’t. No offense!” Viktor shrugged, “Non-taken.” Jayce continued, “Cats also kind of just do their own thing without approval. Sounds like someone else I know who doesn’t ask for approval on our experiments.” Viktor grinned, “Guilty.” Jayce nodded, “You’re also cuddly like a cat when a cat is in the mood for them.” Viktor sighed, “I get it. I relate more towards them. Are you happy with your revelation?” Jayce gave a smug look while laying his head back down, “Yes.” Viktor sighed in relief, “Good.” He laid his head back and started rubbing Jayce’s back as he tried falling asleep again.

After another bit of silent, Jayce whispered softly, “I don’t know any cat breeds.” Viktor groaned, “Jayce. Respectfully. Shut up.” Jayce whined softly going to hover over him again, “But, I won’t be able to rest.” Viktor furrowed his brows looking up at him, “Then you can go do your research in your room while I sleep.” Jayce sighed heavily and laid back down. After a bit Viktor sighed heavily breaking the silence, “Get up.” Jayce mumbled, “What?” It was Jayces turn to be half asleep now. Viktor patted Jayces back, “Get up.” Jayce groaned, “Why?” Viktor pushed him so he rolled onto the bed as Viktor sat up, “You’re stupid revelation made me realize I don’t know a damn cat breed either and now I can’t sleep because of it. Stupid.” Jayce chuckled and dragged him back to lay down, he tangled their legs together as he wrapped an arm around Viktors waist, “Sleep. We cant do it later..” Viktor huffed as he was imprisoned by his partner, “Fine..”

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[jettingtothemoon]

just a little jayvik drabble… i might write more of this later but i haven’t actually finished season 2 (literally going off some mild spoilers i’ve seen for this)

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Just like that, it’s all over.

But instead of the end — instead of nothingness — Jayce realises that he is looking up at the sky.

His fingers are hesitant as they bury into the grass at his side, hands brushing the soft green blades as he turns his head to see flowers.

He’s lying in a field, a meadow, and he isn’t alone.

“Jayce?” the voice speaks out from the other side of him, accent unmistakable as Viktor’s fingers reach out for the comfort of his hand.

Jayce’s head rolls to the other side, eyes still disbelieving as they run across the sky again, all soft clouds and bright, hopeful blue. Then they land on Viktor — his Viktor — exactly how he had been all those years ago. Before he got sick. Before he died and then died again. Before all of this.

“W-where are we?” he asks, compliant when Viktor laces his fingers through his.

Viktor closes his eyes, his face turning away to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. “Somewhere… else.”

“But we’re not… dead?”

Viktor smiles then, soft and gentle. Without opening his eyes, he shakes his head. “No. We are… simply away. Somewhere different.”

Jayce’s brow furrows and he sits up, his hand slipping from Viktors as he glances around. He can see Piltover in the distance, the city standing so proudly in one piece — whole — as though none of the horrors he had witnessed there had ever happened.

“But where, Viktor? How? Why?”

Viktor’s eyes peel open and he pushes himself up onto his elbows with a slight frown. He sighs, looking only at Jayce as he sits himself up. “I suppose we are… somewhere I died before… before I could do any damage.”

Jayce’s eyes widen then, his hand already darting out to hold Viktor’s again. He doesn’t want to lose him, not again.

But Viktor pulls away, turning his attention back to the clear sky above. “Or maybe just a world without Hextech. A world where your lab didn’t blow up. A world in which we never met.”

But it couldn’t be true. A world where their paths had never crossed could not be this perfect, this peaceful. There would still be destruction. There would still be an oppressed undercity, still sickness and criminality and death. But here, amongst the flowers with Viktor, everything was perfect.

“We’ll be alright… won’t we?” Jayce asked and Viktor smiled, a slow, gentle thing that crept onto his face before he turned back to his partner.

“Yes, Jayce. I believe we will.”

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

a lil fluffy physical touch love language drabble

When they first landed in the fields where The Mage-that he now knows was Viktor-saved him and his mom, Jayce does three things:

One, he turns and looks frantically around until he can find Viktor, and cries when the other man keeps a steady hold on his hand and looks at him with big gold eyes.

Two, he thanks all the gods he can name for saving the both of them, together. Viktor is alive, human, back with him.

And three, he grabs and pulls Viktor into his chest and hugs him so hard he thinks he's okay if they die again, because he's still holding the love of his life.

So he's as happy as he can be.

He didn't know he could get any happier.

Viktor didn't let him sleep on the ratty couch of the cabin they found.

Jayce refused to let Viktor sleep on that same couch.

It only made sense they'd share the bed. Of course, it's awkward, at first, since Jayce only ever shared a bed with Mel, and Viktor never told Jayce if he stayed the nights over with the few partners he knew about.

So yeah, it's awkward.

But then Viktor falls asleep first, after turning to face Jayce in the bed, curled up against his chest, hands pressed right where Jayce's heart is. It swells, his heart, under the touch of those arcane-scarred hands. Carefully, he drapes an arm over Viktor's sides, pulling him even closer.

Viktor sighs in his sleep, even smiles, and settles as he nuzzles his head, pillowed now on Jayce's bicep.

He's so excited he cant sleep for another hour.

-

The next time it happens is the next day, actually. They find enough spare clothes for Viktor to wear enough, and Jayce ditches the ornate jacket. They'll likely stick out like a sore thumb, but Viktor isn't naked, so it doesn't matter.

When the reach the town and it's busy market, Viktor gets visibly nervous. They don't know if they're in a new universe or simply a new land. No one looks at them worriedly, no one calls for their arrests, so they go for the former.

So when they reach the edge of the row of farmer's stands, metal gold stripped from Jayce's clothing to hopefully trade, he can feel Viktor's nerves.

Then Viktor reaches for his hand, intertwines their fingers, and squeezes it tight.

Jayce smiles so hard he's certain he's making some of the farmers unnerved, but they trade all of their gold, find potential employment from a few helpful strangers, and have enough food to stretch out for two weeks before they can get a little bit of payment.

Viktor doesn't let go of his hand until they're home.

-

The third time it happens it's when Jayce is cooking dinner in the kitchen, a special dinner in honor of their first month here. They've determined they must be in a new universe-when Jayce asks the townspeople about Piltover, the citizens just mention it's a bustling dual-city with Zaun, and kind of boring.

No mention of war.

No mention of warrants out for his of Viktor's arrests.

Anyways, he's cooking dinner, a roast with potatoes and carrots and the few herbs from Viktor's few plants he has outside. It smells so good Jayce is temped to sneak a few bites, but now that Viktor is eating full meals, he doesn't want Viktor to miss out on a single bite.

Two hands wrap around his waist, a body settles on his back, and his body fills with warmth. He sets the lid back on the ceramic pot they traded an oven-fix for, wraps his arms over Viktor's, and hums softly.

Neither of them say anything, but Viktor doesn't let go, so Jayce doesn't either.

He's happier than he's been in ages.

-

The fourth time it happens Jayce is a little over dramatic.

Viktor kisses him. They're lying in bed after a long day, their third month, sixteenth day, tenth hour, seventh minute, twentieth second there, in the cabin no one claimed nor will ever claim.

Viktor kisses him, on the mouth, soft. He smells like vanilla and cashmere and tastes like peppermint.

Jayce startles him by cheering, bouncing on the bed and taking Viktor into his arms, rolling around. Viktor laughs, a little surprised, a little shocked.

Once settled, he kisses Viktor back until the stars in his head explode.

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The fifth time it happens....

Well.

The fifth time it happens it's their sixth month there and they know they don't belong anywhere else. He and Viktor split time between the mechanics shop and the plant nursery. They fix up the cabin; Viktor hopes for a new water heater so they don't have to chop wood for the wood-burning one. Jayce has his eyes on some old gold watch bands that look like they'd melt well.

Jayce doesn't remember when they started showering together, he thinks he came up with it, teasingly, and Viktor surprisingly agreed.

Saving the hot water, he said.

So he's in the shower, washing his back as Viktor washes his hair.

Then Viktor moves in front of him, biting his lip, hands tracing the scars under Jayce's pecs. He's got his own matching ones.

Viktor has always known what it's like for him.

They've always been the same, he thinks.

Then Viktor's hands travel down his front.

His own lips find Viktor's neck, though he frowns as Viktor moves away.

He gets happier when he understands why, with Viktor sinking to his knees, kissing the scars, then his stomach, then the small patch of skin under his stomach....

Jayce repays the favor later in bed. They don't go all the way, not yet.

But Jayce thinks he needs to make those rings sooner rather than later.

-

The sixth time it happens, it's cheesy. Ten days after that shower scene and bed they have matching rings and an unofficial marriage.

Jayce makes sure he compensates for Viktor agreeing to be his husband in full.

He thinks: it was all worth it. Every last bit of it.

[zevrra]

same anon from before :3 but another thot

HEAR ME OUT. i saw a tictok the other day about how jayce just does what he’s told and oh em geeeeee commanding jayce to mess Vik up ie. kissing him up and down, jacking him off all while you watch. SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

includes: [nsfw!!] [18+ only, mdni!!] jayce is an obedient little thing and does what he’s told! :3

ft. jayvik x gn!reader

extra(s): thank you so much for this request anon! this was a lil fun to write ;3 i hope you enjoy tho!! feel free to request for more! (i also barely skimmed over this so forgive any errors kshdjh <3)

“jayce, you’re such a good boy and you listen so well,” you muse, running your fingers through thick brown hair. his soft, hazel gaze stares up at you from his seated position before you, his head resting on your knee. “always so eager to please, hmm? but it’s not me who needs attention tonight.” you add as you rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone.

jayce had been to another council party and had come back home to you and viktor rather…tipsy. honestly, he was actually really drunk and far more clingy than he normally was as his head rests in your lap. if it were any other night when you didn’t have reports to go over and present before 6 am tomorrow; you’d be all for jayce’s little advances to join in on his and viktor’s fun. but tonight he’d just have to enjoy viktor’s company alone.

“listen to me, pretty boy. i want you to make vik feel good, can you do that for me?”

jayce looks at you with slightly saddened eyes as you caress his face. his pretty, begging eyes were sure to work on you if viktor had not stepped in. “are you sure you cannot join us?” he asks, his own hand brushing along jayce’s bangs as he leans back against your desk.

“i’ll just have to watch tonight.” you respond with a smile.

and that was far easier said than done.

for jayce, he still wanted to have you involved in any way he could get you— and that came down to you ordering him around like a lost puppy. he wouldn’t move, kiss, or touch without your instructions. he wanted to obey every word you spoke while you watched from the sidelines. and vik was no help at all either; he wanted all of this. wanted your gaze to watch their every move while jayce followed your every order to make him feel good. wanted to know you were included just as much as jayce did. and after some pretty pouting and a mix of pleas, you finally agreed.

so between paragraphs breaks of whatever paper you had written up days before; you would take a glance at the men leaning against your desk. coming to said break, you look up from your notes as viktor is pressed against jayce’s chest while jayce trails kisses against his neck, his hands roaming over viktor’s thin waist. somewhere along the line you had managed to get them to strip their shirts off, without tearing any clothes thankfully, but jayce still refused to advance unless you told him so.

“kiss him baby.” you order jayce who happily obliges.

jayce turns viktor’s face towards him, kissing him eagerly as he caresses vik’s jaw with one of his big hands. their tongue’s clash together as they make out and jayce eats up every groan he draws from vik. you watch as jayce presses viktor back up against him, gripping his hips from behind, as the two kiss each other like they were both air they needed to breathe.

you glance briefly away to go over the next paragraph on your notes. you find yourself reading the printed words faster than before solely so your eyes can find the two of them just a little bit faster.

“blegh, i can taste the liquor you drank jayce.” viktor gripes as he breaks the kiss, sticking out his tongue a little. he could clearly taste the strong alcohol lingering on jayce’s tongue; and it almost made you want to taste jayce too, just to confirm.

“m’sorry v…” jayce apologizes with a little drunk pout before chasing after viktor’s lips once more. he returns to kissing viktor as you finally finish the paragraph as your gaze settles on the two once more, while their eyes fall closed as they kiss. you watch as jayce’s tongue runs over vik’s bottom lip before diving between his parted lips and you have to stifle your own whine watching them. you wish you could be jealous but you’re the one who declined in their activity so you’d just have to continue to watch, for now. thank god it was a tasty sight to behold.

“take his pants off, jay. he’s so hard.” you softly instruct, gesturing to the strain on viktor’s pants. even out of the corner of your eye you could see the bulge inside of his pants, begging to be freed. jayce is quick to have his hand travel down the front of vik’s thin torso, fumbling with the belt of his pants, as vik breaks their kiss once more to groan deeply at jayce’s large hand brushing up against his erection. and you can only watch for so long as jayce attempts and fails a few times to undo vik’s belt before you finally reach out with your free hand to unclasp the belt for jayce. who quickly does away with the it, muttering something incoherent about how horrible the design was, while smoothing a hand down the front of vik’s pants; giving him a firm squeeze. you smile at the noise vik makes.

“jerk him off for me pretty boy. make him feel really good.” you sigh, reluctantly turning your eyes to your notes once more.

you glance quickly over your notes while out of the corner of your eye you watch jayce practically manhandle vik. he’s unceremoniously yanking down the other’s underwear and by the sound vik makes you know jayce has wrapped his fingers around his cock. your eyes scan over the paper in your hand as your leg subconsciously bounces. and if listening to viktor softly whine wasn’t enough to distract you, the sound of jayce whispering sweet nothings while stroking viktor off was for sure making it a little harder to pay attention to the paper in your hands. and while you do manage to read the last few words of the paragraph (and you’ve probably had to re-read it a few times) you thank god; for there’s only one more paragraph left now. you debate going over it as quick as you can, finishing off the notes right then and there but before you can, viktor's voice draws your attention to the two once again.

“j-jayce!” viktor whines, throwing his head back. his fingers grip jayce’s forearms, while jayce continues to stroke him off, practically standing on the tip of his toes as he craves more and more from jayce. pleasure written all over his face as his amber eyes stare at jayce’s fingers rubbing over his tip. you knew how sensitive he was and so did jayce, clearly targeting his weak spot; even when drunk he was damn good with his hands. the sight and the noises slipping from both men made your thighs ache with need. you couldn’t deny your own growing want inside of you as you simply watch the two.

“your hand will not be enough jayce.” you mutter, eyes fluttering up at jayce’s drunk gaze. he glances at you just as he plants a heavy kiss against vik’s neck as his hand falters just a little at your words. realization breaks through the fog of his inebriated mind at what you’re telling him to do and he’s quick to act. he repositions viktor to take his spot on the desk and in one swift motion he drops down to his knees, adjusting viktor’s bad leg onto his shoulder to rest, while his hand wraps around the base of vik’s cock once again. without hesitating jayce is just as quick to wrap his mouth around the thick of vik’s head, swallowing him down until the very base.

at this point, you’d rather chew on glass than read these damn notes anymore but you manage to rip your eyes away from them one last time, skimming over the words as fast as you can, retaining absolutely nothing, just to finish off whatever paragraph you had left. finally done with these damn notes, you toss them onto the other side of the desk not being used, and hurriedly stand up. you strip off your shirt before joining viktor’s side. your fingers push through jayce’s dark hair while you capture vik’s lips and you eagerly get to swallow his moans this time. you can just barely taste the lingering liquor on his tongue from jayce but it’s still there; just enough as you press your tongue against vik’s.

viktor and jayce share a groan as you join their little entanglement. you press your other hand against vik’s thigh as jayce continues sloppily sucking him off. vik breaks your shared kiss with a whine. “thought you were just watching tonight?” viktor mutters with a sharp cry as jayce sucks, particularly rough, against his tip.

“yeah well, you two are gonna be the death of me.” you respond before diving back to his lips once more.

after the three of you finished fooling around for the night you’d definitely have to re-read over those damn notes again before tomorrow morning…you weren’t getting any damn sleep tonight.

[motthe]

hiii !! just read like ,, a BUNCH of ur lumen au stuff ,,,, truly i am brainrotted now because i'm just thinking of so many different scenarios involving the lumens and i am just . EXCITED !!! its SUCHHHH a good concept im a big big sucker for soulmate stuff ,,,,

i was just wondering how you feel about jayvik x reader ,,,, TWO lumens ,,,,,,,, idk if you write for anything poly or not, but id love to hear your thoughts on it !!! either through headcanons or a ficlet, whichever you feel like :]

my first viktor x reader x jayce piece i’ve ever written… wait is this my first poly drabble?? it might be actually! i hope it’s fun to read ♥️

warnings: fem!reader, slight negative feelings of not being good enough, but overall fluff!!!

The scientific jargon that came with having not one but both of your fated being inventors was overwhelming. The words they tossed around became an entire other language since you’d all gotten closer. It left you feeling unbearably empty-headed, wondering why the universe would bond you to such intelligent men.

They were already changing an entire city with their ideas, and you would bet the world would soon bear their mark as well. In comparison, you were a meager artist making ends meet at festivals and street corners. Sure, maybe your work could be seen on a few shop signs or covering a wall or two in a cafe, but that was as famous as you’d ever be—a stranger to the passing eye.

“We need to widen the cylindrical chamber, maybe add an exhaust pipe to help with the cooldown.”

Jayce’s voice slipped through your head, smooth and confident and making no sense. You’d gotten rather good and tuning out the meat of the conversations, only recognizing the tones and emotions.

The heavy, warm accent of Viktor’s replied, swirling in the back of your mind as your pencil swiped over the heavy parchment against your thighs.

Recently, they’d begun inviting you to their lab to spend your free time in their company. There were two desks to choose from, though they were usually piled high with blueprints or notes. Jayce had moved a couch into the space for your comfort, placed in the corner and under a window, well away from any dangerous work they had their hands on, though they usually took anything too precarious into another portion of the building.

Their assistant, Sky, was in and out, always double-checking if you needed anything. She was a kind young woman, curly hair and glasses and a smile that made anyone feel at home. She brought you your own coffee and snacks, promising it was no trouble since she was already bringing them to Viktor and Jayce, anyway.

“You actually eat them,” she chuckled. “Jayce will if he notices they’re there, but it’s a long shot most days.”

You understood what she meant, seeing how focused the men became on their gadgets and studies. You’re sure if you got up and left they wouldn’t notice for a good, long while.

Today was one of those days, though there was peace in your private little corner as you sketched away. You squinted over the top of your sketchbook, skimming the outline of Viktor’s goggles pressed into his thick, winding hair and quickly adding the little licks of tresses to the paper before he was moving again.

You switched targets, taking in Jayce’s side profile and adding a bit more depth to his eyebrow and under eye.

Taking a moment to look between both drawings, you were hit with their beauty once more.

Jayce was deemed the academy’s “pretty boy,” with his strong jaw and perfect smile. He was a clean cut handsome, peak health and built with broad shoulders. He knew how to use those looks to his advantage.

On the other end was Viktor. He was a haunting beauty, sleek and angular. If he had the same charisma with speaking to the masses as Jayce did, that accent would gain him more than a fair share of admirers, but his confidence and skills lied elsewhere. He had a sharp eye and wore his emotions rather loudly on his face.

Where Jayce had faint lines from how much he smiled, Viktor had a feather soft crease between his brows from how often he furrowed them. Where the golden boy’s hands were always warm, his partner’s was cold. They made such gorgeous opposites, yet they held so many comparisons in mannerisms when it came to their shared hobbies and passions.

It was safe to say you adored them and their intricacies.

Taking a slow, deep breath you checked both shoulders before moving the tuft of black in your periphery into your hand. Gold shimmered between the dark mass that made up Jayce’s lumen, settling deeper into your palm as you raised your arms and stretched.

When you moved your drawing pad to the side, you spotted Viktor’s wedged between the apex of your thighs. Swallowing your gasp, you scooped it up, praying it hadn’t been smushed the entire time.

“When did you get there?” you whispered, rubbing your pointer finger into the tawny fuzz of his light. His lumen had always had a bit more give to it, leaving it to wedge itself under your leg or your shirt collar. Viktor’s preferred to be as close as possible to you, even if it left his lumen squished.

Jayce’s lumen was firmer, still soft but in a velveteen sort of sensation. It was bigger, taking up a good portion of your palm. Now your second month with it, you’d learned if it wasn’t on one of your shoulders, it was likely circling your head. His never went far either.

You wondered if you’d received Jayce’s lumen first, if it would have more of an attachment to you. As it stood, you’d had Viktor’s since you were young while he’d held Jayce’s and Jayce yours. The three of you being tied together had become quite the story as there went many outward poly fateds in Piltover, but luckily the gawking had passed after the first handful of weeks.

It was only a few days ago that Viktor confessed he’d been rather confused when he’d met Jayce and the lumens had flashed against one another.

“There were no similarities,” he’d explained, holding up one long, thin finger for your lumen to rest on as it hovered in front of him. The three of you were cozied up in your lackluster apartment—a studio more than a bedroom but it had a nice pullout couch and plenty of blankets to rest on in front of your heater. “Jayce was ecstatic, of course, but I was ruminating over your lumen when we first met.”

“I thought he hated me,” Jayce had murmured, breath warm against your ear as you laughed.

“I did not hate you,” huffed Viktor on your other side, rolling his eyes as he dropped his hand, your lumen resting within. “I wasn’t aware we had a third, yet—it was puzzling.”

“I had to explain it to him,” Jayce chuckled. “One of my old friends was in a poly.”

“And, then, he was even more ecstatic,” Viktor sighed but there was affection in it. “I thought you’d follow him home some nights.”

“And leave you all by yourself?” You laid your head on his shoulder, grinning as his eyes fled. It was still so early into the relationship, and he grew flustered with physical affection whereas Jayce sought it every chance. “I’d never.”

“It’s better now, we’re all together,” Jayce hummed, lowering to lay his head in your lap. You brushed your hand through his hair, smiling as his lumen lit up in Viktor’s lap.

“Yes,” Viktor had agreed, careful as he laid his head against yours. “It all feels…complete.”

Your chest warmed at the memory as you held both of their lumens in your hands, giving a fleeting kiss to each. Viktor’s snuggled happily into your palm while Jayce’s pulsed a happy gold before flying off, likely to check in with Viktor.

As your eyes lifted to follow its journey, you jumped when you found Jayce smiling from a few feet away by his desk. He seemed to be shuffling through some papers. Your lumen floated just nice his head, twinkling in the sunlight that shone through the windows behind you.

“Didn’t see you there,” you said, stretching your legs out before standing. Viktor’s lumen left your hand, keeping close to your neck.

“I hope you’re not bored.” He opened an arm up and you approached. You still grew giddy with any chance to be wrapped in his embrace, quick to accept the invitation.

“I like spending time here with you both,” you assured, giggling as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “Gives me plenty of practice.”

His eyes lit up, one of those dark eyebrows lifting. “Oh?”

“I know what you’re about to ask—”

“Please?” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “I wanna see.”

“They’re just rough sketches!” you laughed, pushing against his chest.

“C’mon, I bet they’re great! I’m sure Viktor wants to see them, too.”

You shook your head, a mess of giggles as he wrapped both arms around you and slowly edged his way towards the couch.

“Did someone call my name?” asked Viktor, turning from the machine he was working on. A torch was in his hand but luckily still off for the time being. Jayce’s lumen was sitting on his knee.

“Viktor tell her you want to see her art!” Jayce goaded.

“Tell him he needs to wait for a real piece,” you threw back, wrinkling your nose at him as he stuck his tongue out.

“You’ve been drawing us?” Viktor’s voice seeped with awe and innocent curiosity. “May we see?”

Jayce bounced his eyebrows at you, all too smug. “Told you.”

“Fine—fine!” you sighed, throwing your hands up and wiggling out of his hold as you went to grab your canvas notebook. “Don’t gripe when you see your half-finished faces.”

The tap of Viktor’s crutch intermingled with Jayce’s footsteps as they met you by the couch. As you handed over your work, Viktor was the one to accept it as Jace stood over him. Both their eyes went wide at the current page and your hand went straight to your arm as you shuffled in place.

“Those are just warmups, so…”

“Warmups?” Jayce breathed, looking up from the notebook. “These are amazing!”

“I have to agree, the detail is astounding,” Viktor hummed, looking to turn back a page. He caught your eyes before he did. “Is this all right? Tell us if we’re overstepping.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m used to people watching me draw on the street, it’s just… I don’t know.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up as Viktor’s lumen rubbed against your neck. Jayce’s was just settling on your shoulder again. “I care about what you guys think. It’s not anything big like you do, but…”

“Big?” Jayce echoed, both of their sights set on you.

“Well, it’s not as important as what you both do is what I mean.”

“Of course it’s important,” Viktor argued, expression stern.

“But it’s art!” you laughed, waving off the sudden seriousness growing from them. “It’s helping a bunch of people like your creations do. That’s much more important.”

“Art is just as, if not more, important,” he continued, passing the notebook to Jayce. “We are helping people in different ways, but do not do yourself the disservice and think what you create is anything less than what we do.”

“He’s right,” Jayce agreed, holding up your work. “This? This speaks to people. Your work can bring life to a room and lets people save a special moment in time.”

“Okay, don’t butter me up so much or I’ll melt!” you squeaked, too embarrassed to look at them as they chuckled and continued flipping through your sketches. It wasn’t long before the three of you were on the couch, both of them pointing out their favorites.

“Is my hair truly that messy?” Viktor grumbled, raising a hand to it. “Perhaps I should cut it.”

“No, I like it,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “You twirl it when you’re thinking! It’s so sweet.”

He blinked at you. “I do?”

Jayce whistled and you turned and gasped, completely forgetting the drawing you’d done of him in the forge. It was more from memory so your imagination had left it a bit more detailed than the rest.

“Okay, that’s enough!”

You swiped for the book, shutting it as Jayce laughed. Viktor rolled his eyes, smirking as he nudged your shoulder.

“Should I be worried of any scandalous pieces of me in there?”

You pouted, holding the notebook tighter to your chest.

“Oh?” Jayce breathed. “She didn’t say no!”

“You two are the worst!” you groaned, unable to help yourself from smiling as they both laughed in tandem.

[linddzz]

Jayce had to go to the suffering pit for months so his final plea to Viktor would be empathetic enough Incorrect, he had to suffer so he'd come back looking so sad, hot, and needy that Viktor would be horny enough to sabotage his own villain arc, lol

Real analysis though, I do think you could argue that sending Jayce back with both (1) new chronic injury and (2) very obviously suffering some Arcane corruption (things Only Viktor could "fix") could be part of old mage Viktor's plan. Given how they met and just the joy Viktor seems to get from being the stable/more confident half of their partnership (always encouraging Jayce to push limits and believe they can change things with Hextech), Jayce needing 'Him Specifically' probably doesn't do so much as push Viktor's buttons as slam them.

Anon holy shit I love these takes. The idea that putting Jayce through The Torment Nexus was not only to get Jayce to really understand what he had to do/what was at stake, but to ALSO make him so Sexy Traumatized that it would drive Viktor to do insane shit and lose the fucking plot is hilarious. I'm gonna be thinking of that for a while.

Also you're absolutely right on Viktor being the stabilizing one (also hilarious considering the "be gay do crimes build laser arms" vibes) and going bugfuck wild over Jayce looking like he needs healing and comfort so much, only to say no.

Wizard Viktor molded Jayce into the ultimate irresistible Viktor Bait, then held him juuust out of Viktor's grabby little hands. Masterful work tbh

[jaycehousetalis]

If you hated it so much you’d stop me, especially since I kind of don’t shut up about you. Haha.

Sometimes I wake in the morning and remember you’re with me, and I guess I have to double check first thing. Otherwise I’m gaslighting myself into believing it’s some kind of dream.

When you scold me a little but then kiss my cheek or squeeze my hand for a bit while we drink our coffee in the morning. Well, it’s the best reminder that I get to work with my best friend, lover and partner.

Hello partner

[transthatmasc]

Ik we don’t all love jock Jayce, BUT hear me out. Jayce who gets a full ride football scholarship so that he can go to university and do engineering. He’s the talk of the team when his disabled twink lab partner starts showing up to all the games and then picks up sports med to spend more time with Jayce during football season. The other players don’t take Viktor seriously at first cause they want the cute girls to be the ones to help them with their injuries but then it starts to become an open secret that Viktor did the best joint wraps of any of them so anyone with a past or present injury was lined up before games for Viktor to do their knee and ankle and wrist wrap for them. Viktor never said much about it but Jayce would beam and wait til the line cleared out to walk out to the field with viktor cause his cane wasn’t always great on the Astroturf. Jayce makes him a larger foot with cleats that can screw onto the bottom of his cane when he has to be on the field while he is home for thanksgiving. He gives it to Viktor and asks him out for a date as though they don’t spend all of their time together already.

Viktor is on the sidelines when Jayce compound fractures his leg during a game their junior year and helps calm him down as they drive him off the field. After the initial cast is off, viktor puts himself in charge of Jayce’s physical therapy and they spend the rest of the season on the sidelines together with Viktor cuddles up next to Jayce on the bench to stay warm in the later part of the season. Jayce is healed up enough to play again his senior year, but has to wear a big athletic brace because the injury stretched his tendons out and made his knee unstable. Viktor wears a Talis jersey to all of the games even though the rest of the med team wears team t shirts. Jayce is number 42 cause it’s the answer to life the universe and everything and he may be a football player but he’s also a massive nerd and geek.

[kibbyy]

what do you think cait thought about jayce disappearing?

do you think she understood when she realized viktor was gone too? do you think she hopes the two just ran away from it all together? or is she too pragmatic and accepts jayce is dead (i’m a “they woke up in an au found a cabin and lived happily ever after” truther to cope)

how long do you think she waited for him to come home? what do you think she told his mother? i feel like cait would have told ximena he died fighting to save them and succeeded but cait deep down would always wonder exactly what happened.

i’ve just really been thinking about jayce and caitlyn and what we missed out seeing about their relationship because arcane wanted to squeeze like 3 seasons worth of content EASY into one season.

i’ve always loved caitlyn even with the flaws she has, she had me by the neck ever since i saw her following jayce back to his apartment right before it blew up. she was too cute i swear. then the brothel scene with her and vi sealed the deal.

at least vi and cait had each other for comfort after losing their siblings? another thing in common? 😭

arcane i need answers i beg

[jaycehousetalis]

Mama brings him tamales once a week, and she sometimes personally delivers it so that she can watch him eat three of them and no less.

Those things made me chub out as a kid, but soon after I began building off of it like a champ.

Viktor hasn’t just gained some weight, when he eats mama’s cooking he gains color and stamina at work.

When I told my mother she was overjoyed and now for the first time ever she’s been sending me our family’s secret recipes. Demanding I cook something for him once a week, so I make carne asada or other more simple tacos to feed us both.

You’re perfect in every way, but you’re practically a Talis now. Which means you’re gonna be well fed, and you’ll get the stamina of a bull while we’re at it. El toro.

You mentioned that Jayce and Ximena often "ply you with food"...does that make you put on some weight?

I have perhaps gained a couple. She is determined.

[stinkbuggy]

MelJayVik

thinking about these three in bed, Jayce not being able to keep his hands to himself and Mel deciding to do something about it while Viktor occupies Jayces mouth, his throat being probed while his insides are rearranged by Mels gold plated HexStrap and trust they tease Jayce practically the entire night, teetering him right on the edge before pulling away getting him so worked up he's all teary eyed and begging, while Viktor just scoffs caressing Jayces face while saying "This is what you wanted, no?".

When they do finally let Jayce cum he's sniffling and crying, babbling out a thank you to Mel who'd finally let him cum before he blue balled, gently rubbing his tip as she asked "Gonna be a good boy now?", Jayce would nod and breathlessly parrot her "gonna be good...." his throat raw from all his sobbing. :(

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

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[avelera]

Part of me wants to write Arcane Jayce/Viktor fic part of me is tearing out my hair wondering how to even write them together when I get the inescapable conclusion that the reason they never dated officially in canon is that they both thought the other was way out of their league

[jaycehousetalis]

Looks wonderful to me, you always look put together. Even when I know you slept on your desk halfway and leaning to the side enough that it was hope and a prayer that kept you upright.

Or when you’ve been wearing the same thing for three days straight… or how organized your presentations look no matter how much you didn’t sleep the nights before.

It’s one of the things I love about you! ❣️

Mun you have to know I'm CACKLING at the change of colors. Little guy is experimenting

I am doing my best! I did not see the need until I looked at Jayce’s blog and thought it quite "put together." What do you think of my current color scheme?

[zevrra]

jayvik x reader smut - jayce and reader trying to pump up viktor to give a presentation to a crowd,,, possibly making him read out the presentation while giving him various ✨distractions✨,,, just desperately need to see vikky-boy get the praise he deserves ✊

includes: [nsfw!!] fem!reader and jayce help vik “focus” for a speech!

ft. viktor x reader x jayce

extra: thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy this and hope you request again soon! <3 (also did not proof read this forgive me for any errors jshsjsh)

“no. i refuse.” viktor huffs annoyingly as he walks across the lab. his cane taps against marble flooring as he moves to lean against the large desk he’s spent countless hours at, disapproved by what you and jayce ask of him. “jayce, you should do it. i-i cannot.”

“no can do, v.” jayce replies as he stands at viktor’s side, a soft gaze landing on his partner’s face.

“the council asked specifically for you to speak vik.” you add as you slip right up on the other side of viktor. you reach with a gentle hand to reassuringly touch his shoulder.

viktor sighs, running a hand across his slender face. amber eyes scanning the floor for any excuse he can use to get out of public speaking. not that he hated it but he…kind of hated it. jayce was always better at speaking to the masses as he was far more charismatic than viktor so why the council wanted him to speak, he didn’t know why and had a sneaky suspicion it was thanks to you two…but he couldn’t prove otherwise.

seeing the slight worry in his pretty eyes, you look over at jayce with your own concerned look but he seems to know exactly what to do to calm both of you down. “why don’t we help you practice vik? i’ve written a speech already so you can just read from it, yeah?” jayce brightly says, retrieving the notes from somewhere in his jacket, handing the folder off into viktor’s hands. “just pretend we’re the audience!”

you smile fondly at jayce. thankfully, he was always so prepared and this worked out perfectly for viktor to get a little practice in before he was supposed to give said speech.

that is until viktor gets half way into the first paragraph before he gives up, pressing his head into his hand. “this is ridiculous! i can’t do this.” he grumpily says, pressing the papers into jayce’s chest to give them back to him.

jayce takes up the papers along with vik’s hand as he holds it gently in his own large hand. “no, come on v! you were doing fine.” jayce states in a matter-of-fact tone and you nod in agreement on the other side of vik.

you take vik’s other hand and place a sweet kiss against it. “he’s right viktor. you just need some…encouragement!” you exclaim with a smile. viktor and jayce give you a puzzling look as to what encouragement you could have in mind. “how about for every paragraph you get through i’ll…take off a piece of clothing.”

“w-what!?” viktor gasps, blinking at you with wide eyes as if you’re nothing but serious about it. “and how is that…going to help me?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, mirroring jayce’s shocked face as they both stare at you; dumbfounded.

you shrug, moving to stand in front of the two men, hands on your hips. “i’m not sure but it can’t hurt to try.” you remark.

jayce laughs a little but nods along, handing vik back the speech he’s to work on, before moving to stand beside you where he then rests a hand on your lower back. “i’ll help.” he adds to your provocation, sliding his hand along your waist until he lays a hot hand against your hip as he bends down to place a kiss against your neck.

viktor stares for a moment in silence, debating in his mind but ultimately the thought of you stripping wins him over. his eyes move over the words of the speech in his hand as he begins to repeat them aloud. his voice is a little smaller but ultimately calmer as he begins to actually read the speech. after the first paragraph he eagerly glances up at you and jayce from over the edge of the paper. and you both keep your promise, jayce removes a piece of your clothing.

he starts with your shirt, fingers gripping the hem tightly before ever so slowly he pulls it up. and he easily removes your shirt up and over your head; tossing it onto the desk beside viktor, before he returns to placing kisses against your neck. his hands smooth along your semi-exposed body as viktor stares longingly at the two of you.

he quickly returns to reading the speech. reads through 3 or 4 more paragraphs worth of the speech with a calmer, more focused tone than he previously had been. presents himself with more confidence than before; as the last piece of your clothing is being taken away by jayce. you help him by shifting your legs a little, lifting your feet to help him discard your underwear.

viktor stares as all of it happens. “i don’t think i can focus anymore...” he mutters under his breath, laughing a little as he lowers the paper.

“only a little more to go.” jayce hums in response towards vik as his hands trail along your body. warm fingers groping your skin, showing you off like a prize he’s won as viktor watches with hungry eyes.

“you’re doing so good though sweetheart.” you add with a smile, trailing your hand down the front of vik’s chest, stopping at the edge of his belt. “keep going. i love listening to you v.” you whisper while your fingers work on undoing viktor of his pants. you slide your palm against the front of his underwear, moving to kiss along his jaw.

one of jayce’s hands follows your own to vik’s lower half as he joins in on rubbing vik through his underwear while his other hand slips between your thighs. his fingers press right up against your cunt, rubbing slowly as he kisses the back of your neck.

viktor gasps softly at the hands groping him, fingers slightly trembling as he watches everything going on before him. jayce’s hands on you, your hands on him, the kissing at his neck, his breath hitching as you slip your hand beneath his underwear and give him a swift stroke. “mmph this is!” viktor whines, pressing his full weight onto the desk.

you smile as viktor stumbles over his words, unable to really speak as you and jayce’s hands wrap around his stiffening cock.

“if you finish with the speech quickly vik, i’ll let you fuck me.” you respond with another stroke, chuckling as vik gasps again. but it’s cut short as you instead deeply groan when jayce’s fingers press inside of you, a shiver runs down your spine.

“she’s wet just from thinkin’ about it.” jayce sweetly hums, fingers flexing inside of you while his other hand moves along vik with your own. “your voice is so nice vik. it turns her on.” jayce adds, spilling any dark secret you may have tried to hide.

you pout at his words and if he could see your face you’d roll your eyes at what he says. instead you press into him, feeling his own stiff cock grind against your body. “you’re one to talk jay. you’re as turned on as i am.” you respond now with a grin. listening, and loving every second, as jayce groans as you rub up against him. “you love listening to him too. you’re so hard right now…”

“please uh, now is not the time you two.” viktor remarks, interrupting you two, as a red hue settles vividly on his face. clearly, he had not realized the two of his lovers had enjoyed his voice so much and the embarrassment is staining across his pale skin now. he clears his throat while pressing a hand against his lips in an attempt to hide his face from your watchful gaze.

jayce and you suddenly connect a few dots that maybe viktor really, really liked being complimented and praised. “mmm, i really enjoy it when vik talks about the work he does in the lab. he’s always so charming when he speaks.” you say as you move to viktor’s side, glancing at jayce as he flanks to the left. your hand moves slightly faster against vik’s erection while jayce follows in your direction. you rub against vik’s tip, returning to kiss at his neck, while jayce mimics everything you do.

“mhm. i love hearing his voice when he orders me around too.” jayce comments with a chuckle against vik’s skin.

vik in return half moans, half whimpers at the sudden praise. the speech now long forgotten, set off to the side, as vik closes his eyes in pleasure. “you two…”

fuck the speech, the crowd, the council, and everything in between the only thing you wanted to do now was viktor. and it seems like jayce agrees with you as the two of you share a knowing look. your watch as jayce turns viktor towards him, watching as the two lock lips in a heated make-out. you shift vik’s underwear down and finally pull him free, scraping your teeth along vik’s pale neck.

“let’s see just how pretty his voice can get, hmm?”