Viktor with a claw clip is important to me, you understand. And Jayce’s hair is the right length to get annoying and put it up in that mini bangs ponytail.
I was gonna draw some refs for them to use in future comics but it just divulged into a salon day feat. them as old men. Viktor is salt and pepper grey while Jayce is grey chunks/streaks.
Hello! I need help finding a fic I once read 🤧 It's a Jayvik and everything starts because they have to share a chair. The one Viktor uses is broken so he sits on Jayce's knee. It was on AO3
Hello I just finished reading possibilities and wow did it actually alter the course of my life I took notes while reading and I wish to share them with you
An equation is puzzling itself into knots in his mind. A key slowly sliding into a lock, with all the right grooves and edges, simply waiting for Viktor to… crank it.
This made me giggle, loved this.
Oh. He breathes, somehow. There we are.
Actually took my breath away idk what it is its just so soft and so them like yeah thats still us, ugh crying
Jinx worries her bottom lip between her teeth, but stands up straight. She puts a hand on his shoulder. Her voice comes out quiet. “Blisters?”
Vyktor sighs, but reaches a hand up to squeeze her forearm once. “Bedrock.”
I'm so soft for them I love the idea of Viktor being the one to look after jinx and foster her mind it gets me everytime
I’m terrified.
Be brave.
Please, be braver than I ever was.
I am gonna cry full stop 😭
I had never considered poet jayce but I think he's gonna live in my brain rent free forever I love it it fits him so well you did amazing on the poetry
“With you,” Jayce draws a line up Vyktor’s neck with his nose, lips following to another mole on his neck, then up to the shell of his ear. “Prose, metaphors, pretty lines… could never be enough. But fuck, I love trying.”
AHHHHHHH
Also all the poetry in that chapter is so gorgeous you did an amazing job
Omg recovery party at the gay club??? Absolutely iconic
“to living!”
I actually started tearing up at work while I was reading this I love gay joy it gets me everytime but also Viktor thinking about jinx in all timeliness ugh I love them
Jayce looks gorgeous under the strobing blue and purple lights, the rise of his cheekbones catching the neon glow as if magic can exist here in this other unfolding of their lives. In this foreign, straightforward world. If only within the man he’s looking at. If only in his gravitational pull.
Just absolutely gorgeous prose, beautifully written
His blacksmith. His poet. His best friend.
Once again crying in the club
Omg not delicate in the club 😭 I've never considered that song is relation to jayvik and I fear I'll never be able to not think of them when I hear it now
The amount of times I actually physically had to put my phone down during the smut in the club is actually concerning (especially considering I was reading it at work lmao)
It's actually so hard trying to decide who I want to be more in this situation, jayce or Viktor because fuck dude
Oh no not him breaking down in tears now I'm about to cry fuck
The curve of the handwriting sings to him, its song in a key he would recognize anywhere.
Absolutely gorgeous writing right here, what a beautiful metaphor
God the whole last chapter I felt like i was holding my breath it was so unbelievably beautiful thank you for writing this wow
first of all i am SO honored that my fic was read on company time—as you should!! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
all of these quotes/notes have me kicking my feet and cackling omfg you're so kind! thank you!! to hear that the story incited these visceral reactions + emotions is EVERYTHING to me, makes my heart soar *bald eagle screech* thank you, thank you, thank you. ugh. wow. i could cry.
unironically this is me trying to process the overwhelming joy of reading this message:
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It’ll be fine. It didn't have to be bad this time. He could dress as warm as possible, he could start paying to take the tram. It would hurt his wallet but he wouldn't have to be cold for as long. And that was ideal. Anything to stay out of the cold.
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Jayce is terrified of winter. But he has a crush on his lab partner, Viktor. So when Viktor invites him to a winter festival, Jayce decides he can brute force his way through the night, just like he does with everything else.
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Trigger Warnings: anxiety/phobia/PTSD surrounding the cold and winter
Winter came to Piltover like a shadow. Dark, and silent, blocking out the warm sun’s light. Jayce had been eyeing the skies for a couple weeks now. It'd been a few months since he started his research with Viktor under Heimerdinger's supervision. He loved it so far, he really did. There was something so nice about finally meeting someone who had the same passion and drive for science that he did. He hadn’t realized it was something he was missing before.
But more and more recently, he wished he didn't have to come to the lab. It meant having to walk through the city of Piltover, watching the sky grow darker and feeling the air grow colder every day. Snow had yet to show its ugly face, but it wouldn't be long now.
It’ll be fine. It didn't have to be bad this time. He could dress as warm as possible, he could start paying to take the tram. It would hurt his wallet but he wouldn't have to be cold for as long. And that was ideal. Anything to stay out of the cold.
Well… not anything, not anymore. In years past, there would be days where he was far too terrified to step foot outside, he’d miss classes, miss events, all to avoid what he was certain was a frozen wasteland outside his front door.
But he couldn’t do that this time. Not with so much on the line. Not with Viktor waiting for him at the lab.
He never wanted to miss a day with him.
It’ll be fine.
This is what he thought over and over, as a mantra when he walked out the door and headed to the labs. If he just told himself it’ll be fine, there was no real reason for it to not be fine, right? Even as a chilly breeze blew against his neck, and his hands started to go numb from the cold air. Seeing his breath fog in the air was enough to send his heart pounding but he made it to the lab soon enough to keep his panic at bay.
He must've shut the door to the lab a bit harder than he thought because Viktor looked up at him with a start, pulling up his goggles. His honey-amber eyes looked Jayce up and down analytically, just as they looked at everything in this world.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, it's just freezing out there,” Jayce said, putting on a smile and a laugh. It felt tight on his face and in his throat, like wearing a coat that was too small. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, walking further into the warmth of the room.
“I suppose so,” Viktor said with a shrug. “It could be colder, I've always liked winter. At least, in Piltover. Winter in the Undercity is miserable.”
“I bet,” Jayce said, putting on another tight laugh, and internally wondering how the hell one could possibly like winter. “What are we working on today?”
“Well the hexgates blueprints need adjusting as the rune combination doesn't seem quite right…”
And with that Jayce soon forgot all about the coming winter outside. It was always easy to forget his worries in the lab with Viktor. He could let his mind be carried away by calculations and theories, and Viktor always helped fan the fire in his heart for science. Viktor himself was always nice to be around too. His mind was nothing short of beautiful.
But as the sun started to go down, Jayce felt the anxiety creep in again. When the sun went down it was colder. Much colder, and he still had to walk home. Normally he'd be fine staying up late, maybe even sleeping in the lab, but… It would be pathetic, wouldn't it? Sleeping in the lab just because he was afraid of the cold? And it was stupid, being afraid of the cold anyway. He can go out, go home, it'll be fine.
Especially if he left before the sun went down. It'll be fine.
Viktor looked up as Jayce began gathering his things.
“Heading out? Already?” he asked.
“Oh--Yeah I-I should probably head home before it gets too dark,” Jayce said, cringing slightly at the shake in his voice. Why did it do that, there's no need for it to do that.
“Oh,” Viktor said, sounding a little disappointed. Jayce’s heart fluttered a little, excited by the idea that maybe Viktor didn’t want him to leave. “Well before you go I meant to ask you something.”
Jayce turned around as Viktor stood up and walked over to him, fishing something out of his pocket. He handed it to Jayce with a smile.
“It is a winter festival,” Viktor said, pointing to the flyer. “It's in a week, I wondered if you might want to attend?”
Jayce swallowed. A winter festival. Of all things. Sure, Jayce had been thinking, rather often, about being with Viktor outside the lab, but a winter festival? The flyer said it went from 6pm to midnight. Booths, food, games, ice sculptures even…
He thought he might be sick. It's okay, he can make up an excuse, maybe his mom is planning something for that night, or Caitlyn needs help with schoolwork, something like that, it would be fine, he could just--
He made the mistake of looking at Viktor's face. Goddammit if he didn't look so hopeful. His amber eyes were so excited, so eager, Jayce had only seen him look like this for the sake of science. Again his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was looking at Jayce with the expression he normally reserved for arcane discoveries. He really wanted Jayce to come with him, didn't he?
“Sure,” Jayce said, trying his best to match Viktor's excitement. “It sounds like fun!”
Viktor grinned.
“I'm sure it will be!”
Viktor rambled on for a moment or two about the festival, how fun it was, how he’d discovered it his first year living in Piltover and came every year since. His excitement wasn’t enough to quell Jayce’s growing nausea at the idea, but he put on a tight smile again for Viktor’s sake. Eventually, he and Jayce said their goodbyes and Jayce started on his way home, doing his best to beat the sun on the way.
It'll be fine, he thought, trying to ignore the sharp air against his face. He could dress in layers. He could have a warm drink while he's there. There would probably be fires to stand by, he could bring his warmer to press against his chest before he leaves, he could bring gloves, make sure his hands never get too cold. Really, it would be fine.
Jayce thought up this plan and many others as he quickly walked home, making it in the door just as the sun set completely. His hands were numb again, and his chest felt cold from the icy air. He checked over his hands quickly, before shaking them out and walking to the sink, letting his hands run under the warm tap for a moment. He lit a fire under his chimney and set the kettle on the stove before wrapping himself tight in a blanket. He ignored how shaky his breath was, and did his best to forget about the ache in his muscles.
It couldn't get much colder in just a week, right?
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