What The Starts Have Eaten
“Just Viktor,” he murmured. “Always your Viktor.” Jayce raised his hand, pressing it over Viktor’s. He held it, not pulling away, infusing warmth. Eyes still bright—now wet— as he bowed his head and laid a tender kiss on Viktor’s palm. “My Viktor,” Jayce whispered.
Or, Viktor is immortal. Jayce is not. Every time Jayce dies and is reborn, he forgets everything. But Viktor remembers. He always does.
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I finished Arcane recently, and I wanted to contribute to this beautiful fandom (a small and humble contribution, really lol) (Also: I'm new here, recommend me stuff to read, Jayce & Viktor have become my latest hyperfixation hihi) <3











