Jayvik Microfic

Welcome to Jayvik Microfic where we write tiny stories about our favourite partners. Please read the FAQ before proceeding.

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Welcome

Welcome to Jayvik Microfic! Grab a chair and a wrench and pull up to the lab bench. Let's tell tiny stories about our favourite "partners".

Please check the FAQ to see what this is all about, and then get creative. First prompts for April will go live soon.

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June prompt no. 3

Use the prompt to write a microfic of 50 words (or more) and post tagging @jayvikmicrofic for a reblog. See FAQ for more info.

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June prompt no. 2

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June prompt no. 1

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[archadianskies]

Microfics 26/04 - 30/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

26. Frost

Who hates winter more- Viktor with his compromised immune system or Jayce with his deep childhood trauma? Viktor thinks it’s him, because his ailing body also carries trauma.

Still, though, the sight of [ Good Morning Partner :) ] written on the frosted lab window coaxes some warmth into his fragile heart.

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27. Cherry

Jayce knows Viktor, with his disregard for timely meals, is a fiend for fresh fruits because they’re considered a luxury in Zaun.

“I was assured they’re sweet,” he places the bowl of cherries on the workbench, not missing the way Viktor’s eyes fixate on them.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

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28. Sprig

The greengrocer by the Academy square sells fresh herbs by the bundle. Viktor expends precious energy making duos of rosemary and thyme sprigs bound by twine and tucked into his breastpocket.

They have a pleasing scent, not too pungent, and more importantly mask the smell of illness and medicine from Jayce.

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29. Tulip

“Let’s add some colour to your day!” Jayce declares, shouldering Viktor’s parlour door open given his hands are occupied by an enormous bouquet of red tulips.

“Where am I going to put that?” Viktor sighs fondly, exasperatedly. “You’re ridiculous!”

“And I’m all yours,” he grins, leaning in to kiss him.

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30. Nest

It’s a bit draughty, a bit rickety, but it has good bones. There’s a watermill attached to the side of the cottage for grinding grain and bringing water. There’s less of a bed and more of a nest piled with pillows and quilts.

Most importantly there’s Jayce Talis, here in Viktor's unplanned, undeserved afterlife.

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↳ 「 Part 1 」 「 Part 2 」 「 Part 3 」 「 Part 4 」 「 Part 5 」

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May prompts

Please use the tag @jayvikmicrofic when you post your creation.

FAQ is here for more info. There is now a Tags page for easier access to prompt fills.

[archadianskies]

Microfics 21/04 - 25/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

21. Field

In this endless field of twinkling lights, each light is the soul of a person held captive in the Herald’s vice. He is one such light, and he can feel himself fading fast.

“You were never broken, Viktor.” If these are to be his last words, let them be loving.

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22. Budding

It’s there in his chest, a tiny sprout of warmth budding insistently and longing to bloom. It’s two coffees, two breakfasts, always two, and Jayce’s big beaming smile with his Good Mornings and Good To See Yous.

There is a word for this growing feeling, one Viktor seldom uses: Affection.

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23. Breeze

Summer’s hot days bring cool nights in reprieve, and Viktor throws his windows open to let the breeze chase out the heat. A year ago he would’ve listened to the mystery guitarist strumming by the fountain.

Tonight, though, Jayce is stretched out on his couch, idly plucking the strings.

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24. Hail

The skies open up well before he makes it home. The rain is cold, the hail sharp like needles pelting down on him. Viktor curses, trying to hurry despite the ache in his leg.

An umbrella shields him suddenly, a kind stranger at his side.

“Where are you headed?”

*~*

25. Renewal

As far as second chances go, he thought himself the last person deserving of one. Jayce tugs the well-loved, tattered blue blanket around him and Viktor tries not to crumble under the adoration in his eyes.

They are alive and they are together, permitted to try again; rebirth and renewal.

*~*

↳ 「 Part 1 」 「 Part 2 」 「 Part 3 」 「 Part 4 」

[archadianskies]

Microfics 16/04 - 20/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

16. Dew

The early morning dew twinkles on the yellow petals as she sets them down on his empty grave.

“Vi proposed to me last night. I wish I could’ve told you in person. You would’ve probably burst into tears.” Caitlyn rests her hand on his headstone, smile bittersweet. “I miss you, Jayce.”

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17. Tide

Viktor hadn’t expected the sea to be so loud. It roils and thrashes, throwing itself against the jagged rocks. The sea had spat out both of them, taking all his sins back out with the tide.

He has nothing to his name but Jayce, and that suits Viktor just fine.

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18. Melt

It had been Jayce’s idea to relax at the bath house. Viktor was sceptical, but as he sinks into the perfumed hot water he realises his scepticism was unwarranted. The heat melts away the aches and pains, easing the sharp knot in his spine.

He makes a soft pleased hum.

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19. Bathe

He finds Viktor hiding out on the balcony, bathed in moonlight. “Had enough?”

“Of being ignored, or the bubbly piss you Piltovans call alcohol?” Viktor drawls and Jayce snorts back a laugh.

“Know a place where we can get a real drink?” Jayce asks curiously.

"Several," Viktor grins. “In Zaun.”

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20. Crown

Their bodies are forever altered; Viktor’s left and Jayce’s right palm have burns from the Acceleration rune, Jayce’s back and left leg have jagged slashes of scar tissue and hexcorized infection, Viktor’s torso and right leg are a mess of branded metal and hexcorized fusion.

On Jayce’s brow, though, rests not scars but an Arcane crown.

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↳ 「 Part 1 」 「 Part 2 」 「 Part 3 」

[archadianskies]

Microfics 11/04 - 15/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

11. Meadow

The warmth of the sun on his cheek, the smell of grass in his nose, the fluttering of a butterfly; he finds himself in a meadow at the mercy of a mage.

Decades later Jayce will fall to his knees in a graveyard meadow at his mercy once again.

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12. Spring

“It’s good to see you with a spring in your step, lad,” Heimerdinger comments with a smile. “I only hope Jayce can keep up with your brilliant mind.”

“Racing through the unknown is much easier with a partner, Professor,” Viktor finds himself smiling. “He is my equal in every way.”

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13. Sun

Unless he was at the river, Viktor seldom saw the sky as a child. Zaun was carved deep into the fissures, under the city as it were.

When he moves to Piltover the grand expanse of sky is only usurped in radiance by a boy whose smile glows like the sun.

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14. Blossom

Forgoing a little sleep had been worth it to be at the floristry as soon as they opened, ensuring Jayce first pick of the day.

He places the vibrant bouquet on Viktor’s side of the desk with an offering of sweetmilk coffee from their favourite cafe.

“Happy Appreciation Day, partner.”

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15. Fountain

Some nights Viktor can hear music coming from the Academy courtyard right by the fountain. On those nights, he likes to leave his window open to enjoy the skilful strings and soft singing.

A year later he will find a stringed instrument in Jayce Talis’ apartment; the mysterious musician revealed.

*~*

↳ 「 Part 1 」 「 Part 2 」

[archadianskies]

Microfics 06/04 - 10/04

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6. Equinox

It is as the sun smudges gold around the jagged edges of the hole in his apartment that Jayce realises he has lived the longest day and longest night of his life surrounded by debris, solving the unsolvables over bread and wine and coffee, Viktor sharing in his Hextech dream.

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7. Twig

A stupid, foolish thing to fixate on but fixate he does; the once bare branches outside his window have started to show life again. Small buds appear persistently on the twigs and Viktor likes to observe their growth in the hopes he may live long enough to see them bloom.

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8. Seed

It is a small monthly stipend but he is used to living small. Viktor sets aside a tidy amount every month in an envelope with a name, an address and instructions; Naph, Emberflit Alley, tuition allowance. A promising, clever boy; a seed in a garden Viktor won’t live to see grown.

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9. Temperate

“Best you approach Viktor instead,” Hoskel sighs, exasperation clear in his tone. “He’s the more temperate of the pair.”

Temperate compared to Jayce’s reactionary nature, temperate they say as if Viktor hasn’t bitten his tongue bloody holding back venom he’d spit in their faces for their blatant hatred of Zaunites.

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10. Diamond

“This was mined right here in Zaun,” Silco pins the large, sparkling brooch to the silken waterfall of his jabot. “You are the diamond of the undercity, do not let them forget that Councillor.”

Viktor traces the bejewelled teardrop shape at the hollow of his throat. “Of course, father.”

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↳ 「 Part 1 」

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Microfics 01/04 - 05/04

↳ April prompts 「 @jayvikmicrofic 」

1. Begin

“Send me back,” this Jayce demands and Viktor sends him back. This Jayce cannot kill his Viktor at the Commune.

Again.

“Send me back,” this Jayce demands and Viktor sends him back. This Jayce kills his Viktor but isn’t strong enough to stop the Herald.

Again.

Back to the beginning.

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2. Flow

“I don’t know where you would’ve preferred,” he apologises as he tips her ashes into the water below. Truthfully, he knows very little about Sky, save for the fact they both came from Zaun.

The water carries away her ashes with his sins and he will join her soon enough.

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3. Green

It’s not his physique, not his Golden Boy looks that make Viktor’s stomach churn but the ease with which he slots into High Society.

He tells himself he’s never wanted a seat at that banquet table anyway but what colours him green with envy is how fast Jayce gets invited.

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4. Feast

“I really must get back to the lab, Viktor is waiting,” Jayce excuses himself from the gaggle of guests pinning him like a specimen under a microscope.

As he weaves through the throng of people he hears one of them sigh irritably.

“Viktor this, Viktor that. A whole feast and he chooses the scraps.”

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5. Daisy

They grow in boxes around the Academy like a hundred little suns with their white petals and yellow centers.

They’re not his favourite flower but they’re constant in his life, so much so he will ask Jayce if he can make sure to have daisies, not lilies, at his funeral.

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Prompt Day 1: Begin

Jayce’s sun-splitting laughter fills the lab, fills Viktor’s ribs, swells, crushes. Viktor smiles but his teeth ache.

“Viktor, we did it!”

We? Viktor’s fingers tremble over the blueprints.

Jayce’s name is on them. Viktor’s isn’t. Why should it be when this isn’t his beginning?

“Viktor, we did it!” Jayce says.

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Without a doubt, the sun will still rise [Microfics for Jayvik]

@jayvikmicrofic - Not entirely sure this was what you were after, but I took 10 of the prompts, 50 words for each, and they can be read as standalones or as one larger 500 word fic.

Everyone should go check out the April prompt list and join in. :]

Without a doubt, the sun will still rise Rated: SFW Pairing: Jayce Talis/Viktor (Arcane)

.begin

It starts with a blizzard, and the threat of a frozen death. It starts with Viktor. It'll end with him too, but for now there's nothing but the scent of flowers and the warmth of sunlight on Jayce's cheeks. A new life, and a world on the cusp of reawakening.

.blossom

Jayce feels the heat blossom across his cheeks, so brilliant it feels like he might actually be glowing. But he has never had someone understand him like this before, with such instant comprehension, and the gleam in Viktor's eyes is more magic than he's seen since he was a boy.

.feast

He's an abundance of riches, a feast for a soul that's hungered for connection for so many years. Viktor is whip-crack fast, brilliant as a lightning strike, and he gives Jayce more than he'd ever dared to dream. He just hopes that he can offer Viktor the same in return.

.flow

Like a river that flows to the sea they follow their path with the same inevitability. From strangers to friends and beyond, they fall into each other's dreams and then into each other's beds. A little fear, but no doubt - this is the path they will always take together.

.green

Young and foolish, green and untested, whatever you want to call them is probably true. They haven't the experience to see what's happening and so it's not clear to either of them when they first part ways. It will take the both of them years to realise that they have.

.diamond

There's three main measurements of hardness: scratch, indentation, and rebound. It's all about resistance to fracturing and deformation, how much can a material take before it breaks? Useful when you need a material to resist pressure.

The hardest thing he's ever done is raise that hammer and pull the trigger.

.crown

The runes halo him like the cursed crown of a mad king, and Jayce is the one that crowned him. Never has there been such distance between them, and as Jayce feels the world fall away beneath his feet, so too does his grip on everything he's ever held dear.

.sun

"Do you remember it?" he wants to ask. "Do you remember how we were?"

But the light in his mind is so bright, liquid gold like the sun, and everything he ever was, everything he's ever known, is slowly dissolving into it.

Together, and never apart.

Radiant as the dawn.

.breeze

Jayce doesn't see Ekko's shadow flit past, subtle as a breeze crossing the boundaries of realities, but he feels Viktor pause, senses his hesitation, and when he looks up again for the first time in months he sees the amber eyes of the man he loves looking back at him.

.renewal

They've been here before, this blossom-filled meadow far from home. But this time the clock has stopped, the wheel has been broken. It is the end, and the last beginning they'll ever embark on.

Jayce reaches out, and Viktor grasps for his hand.

For the last time they start again.

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April prompts

Welcome to a springtastic month of prompts for the coming month. Please use the tag @jayvikmicrofic when you post your creation.

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