Jayce tansmigration fic draft
“Mel Medarda’s magic fizzled despite her desperate grasps, the Herald’s influence swiftly coursing through her vein. She felt her mother’s corpse slipping away as she was pulled towards the air, her grief washed away and replaced with a sensation of peace.
The last thing she saw was the world washed in a blinding white light and-
Jayce huffed, heaving a sigh of discontent as he scrolled to the last page of the chapter. Another tragic ending warning about the dangers of arcane and all those who pursue it.
Flowers of Medarda is a popular online novel series that reimagines the amorous events of the Medarda family in a vague historical, cyberpunk setting that apparently see harems as the pinnacle of high social status.
Its reimagining of the arcane fusion with technology is not particularly inspired, pitching it as a power source for weapons and what not. Besides,the hand wavy schematics of how the weapons came to be had Jayce physically shriveling in their inaccuracy. The plots in the harems were repetitive and unsatisfying, not to mention the portrayal of the Medarda family was so terrible that it bordered on slander.
Jayce had to hide his laughter when the character “Ambessa” pled for her consort (Piltoven, of course) to return to Noxus with her, dew drop tears trailing down her strong, handsome face.
The real Ambessa Medarda, which he unfortunately knows in person, would have slaughtered anyone who even dared to insinuate that she had tear ducts. If she is feeling generous.
He would have shared the beautiful, beautiful passage with Mel, if not for that the next immediate paragraph described how two characters fell in a haystack and tested out multiple positions in horribly descriptive details.
Despite lingering resentment over Mel pushing him to deal with the less savory side of politics, he wasn’t that mad.
Anyways, the novel is badly hidden harlequin and he would have put it down as soon as he read about his namesake appearing in the novel.
Its just that… he got hooked on a character. As convoluted as the plot may be, The Flowers of Medarda has its shining moments of exceptional writing. One of which is the creation of Viktor, a rare character that was described to be from Zaun. Wickedly smart and exceptionally ambitious, Viktor was introduced in the third book of the series as Ambessa’s first taste of the Undercity’s cuisine.
Ambessa stumbled upon the young man when he was trying to lock pick her study, and subsequently amused by his excuse of going into the wrong bedroom. Since it is a romance story, she did not behead Viktor (as opposed to the business tycoon that is his boss) and instead had him right at her desk.
Actually, that might be something she would do, just before the beheading of course.
“Why do you break into my study little one?” Ambessa crooned, fingers tight around the pale, delicate neck.
“When you do something great,” the boy hissed, voice hoarse from moaning. “Don’t ask for permission.”
It was love at first sight.
As a scientist with an outlawed niche interest, Viktor’s tenacity and unapologetic passion about invention and progress had Jayce re-reading his parts again and again.
Some dark, shameful part of him had hoped that he could borrow just a little bit of courage from his fellow scientist, fictional as Viktor is.
Viktor even crossed paths with Jayce’s namesake, which Jayce had found himself reluctantly excited about. Sadly, the interaction was briefly painted- wherein his character had stood by when Viktor’s work had been stolen by their mentor, and banished from Piltover in retaliation after Ambessa heroically razed down the Academy on Viktor’s behalf.
Viktor was enveloped into Ambessa’s massive harem soon after and was only briefly mentioned to have disappeared in book five (which prompted the reappearance of Ambessa’s dewdrop tears).
What kind of shit is this? Does Jayce’s dreams needed to be crush in fiction as well? He swore to himself that he would never read a single word that novel ever again.
Then, Jayce bought every chapter.
(And every published print.)
(And a shirt with a tagline of “Team Mel!” strewed across its back.)
(Fine, multiple Viktor figurines.)
Look, once he’s invested, he’s invested.
Caitlyn can laugh at his beautiful shelves of Viktors but he has seen her sprawling conspiracy board. It takes one obsessive freak to know another.
He had taken her to enough cryptid conventions for her to look another way when he inevitably cashes grocery money to buy another Viktor merchandise.
Which, after the novel’s ending- might not be something she would need to do again.
(Grocery cash money will be diverted back to arcane research, which Caityln did not and does not need to know.)
Jayce closed the website with a sigh, frowning when he heard a loud thud from his office.
Strange, Caitlyn had mentioned that she is attending her annual shooting competition today.
“Sprout, you better not be breaking in from the window again,” Jayce warned as he reached his office door. “You’re mother would hang me-”
Jayce blinked as four children froze in his room- varying positions indicating that they were happily ransacking his office before he interrupted them.
“Run!” the rascals scattered in different directions, shouting and throwing smokes bombs while doing so. Which is completely unnecessary, Jayce would happily be robbed three times over if he could cite it as a reason to extend his research deadline.
He was quite comfortable choking on smoke, face down on his carpet when he caught a glimpse of blue glowing from one of the kid’s pocket.
The words choked in his throat as he grabbed blindly at the light.
His hands closed around thin wrist and all he hears is a high pitch scream-
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No idea what I am doing, or will be doing with this, so I am just testing the waters to see if you guys have any interest in seeing Jayce transmigrating into a harem fic haha. If you have any feedback or trope that you believe a harem should have please comment or reblog below~
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