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A cute Jayvik pic for Loving is Caring Chapter 12 by @jeremiahhawkinsfanfics! Their first night of love on their lab mattress!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2026 TO ALL OF YOU 🥰

2025 was a fantastic Jayvik year for me, I want to thank you all for your support through this year ❤️ I’m grateful for all the wonderful and talented people I have met through the Jayvik nation, and all the support I got for Loving is Caring 🥰

My 1 year of Jayvik obsession wrap up:

First time writing in English (not my native language)

+121,000 words published on AO3, and +145,000 written in total

13,750 hits, 493 kudos, 369 comments, and 142 bookmarks on Loving is Caring

Beautiful fanart by @tragicmackpad 🤩 (see above!!!)

Meeting amazing people online who brightened my days, and gave more confidence in my writing 🥰 @chasing-the-devine @sassysnakeillustrations @cosmickite @machinerism but also every single commenter on AO3! You guys have no idea how much your words gave me energy ❤️

Special thanks to bbulma and new_space from AO3, who have been there since Chapter 1, and commented every single chapter since then 🥰 You have no idea how much your words have helped me! Thank you for always taking the time to read and comment 🥰

Thank you to all of you for 2025 ❤️

Next chapter of Loving is Caring is coming soon! I took time to write a little for all upcoming chapters to make sure I build a strong storyline 😊

In all timelines,

In all possibilities,

I wish you all a wonderful year 2026 ❤️

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JAYCE BRINGS A MATTRESS AT THE LAB (One bed for two 🛏️❤️😉)

Extract from Loving is Caring 😊

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The door of the silent lab slammed open. When Viktor turned around, he was not facing his lab partner, but an unexpected cube of tissue and foam, pressed against the entrance. Somewhere behind it, he could hear muffled swears.

“Jayce?!”

“Viktor? You’re there already?” the familiar voice peaked with surprise and joy.

“What are you doing, Jayce?” Viktor laughed, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his new partner fighting against a mattress that had no intention of moving through their lab’s door.

“Do you… Do you mind giving me a hand with this?”

Rolling his eyes, more out of amusement than annoyance, Viktor put down his crutch, and started to pull on the mattress, being as careful as he could with his leg.

“Maybe try to put it more like… no… if you push on this side a bit… yes… Ok, on the count of three. One… Two… Three… Aaah!”

Without warning, the mattress bumped into the room, and Viktor fell backward to the floor.

“Kurva…” he swore between his gritted teeth.

In front of him, having tripped on their just defeated enemy, Jayce Talis was lying face down on the soft fabric.

“I really didn’t expect it to be that hard!” he laughed while getting back on his feet.

When he saw his partner on the floor, he approached and offered a hand. Viktor took it, reached for his crutch, and helped himself up. The young zaunite observed the mattress with amused disbelief.

“What is this? Did you also make your mother’s house explode?” he teased. “You need to permanently move to our lab?”

Jayce patted his shoulder playfully.

“Not yet, though I have been considering it. I’m not sure how much longer I can stand my old teenage room.”

He disappeared again and came back with two bags of what appeared to be pillows, blankets, and bed sheets.

“So I thought this could be a good solution for interim.”

“Where did you get this? And how did you even drag all these things up here?” Viktor asked.

“We had that old mattress in the attic. After we broke our backs sleeping at our desk the other night, I thought it would be great to have a proper bed for next time.”

“That… That actually sounds like a good idea”, Viktor admitted.

“We should try to find one for you too, but in the meantime it’s definitely big enough for both of us. If you don’t mind of course.”

“Sleeping in the same bed as Jayce Talis?” he cocked a teasing eyebrow. “How could I pass? Some girls have waited many academic years to get such an opportunity.”

Jayce laughed, an embarrassed pink flushing over his cheeks. Viktor watched him drag the mattress in a corner of the room – the one further away from any explosive material – and throw the blankets and pillows over. He continued to rummage in the bags.

“Aaaaand I brought lunch!” he announced before his partner could worry on what other nonsense he decided to bring in their lab. “My mother cooked it for us, sometimes I wonder if she ever realizes that I’m 24. I think getting me back home makes her a bit nostalgic. Also, she assumes because we spend all day in the lab, we don’t take time to eat. To be fair she’s not entirely wrong. There, here’s your share.”

Ignoring the surprised expression on Viktor’s face, the young piltie shoved a box in his hands.

“My… my share?”

“Yes! You’ll see this is really good.”

Viktor looked back and forth at the box and his partner, eyes as round as microscope lenses. He was certain he had never met Jayce’s mother, he even struggled to remember her name since he only mentioned it a few times.

“But Jayce, I… I do not know your mother. How come she cooked for me?”

Jayce shrugged his shoulders casually.

“Well, obviously she knows I’m not working here alone. I may have slipped one too many good words about you. I hope you don’t mind.”

This idea of this unknown woman taking the time and effort to cook a meal for a perfect stranger was utmost absurd to Viktor. Looking closely at the box, he started to wonder if there was a hidden message in this gift – he had learnt the hard way that pilties tend to hide certain intentions under the cover of apparently harmless interactions. Yet, Jayce was acting as if handing him a meal cooked by his mother was a perfectly normal thing to do. Was it a Piltover custom he didn’t know about yet? If so, it was bit embarrassing. Such gestures were to be repaid for, and he knew all too well how far below any acceptable standards his own cooking skills were.

Viktor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jayce caught the expression on his face.

“Is there a problem?” he asked. “Do you… is there something you don’t eat?”

“No, no problem. That’s… very kind of her. I just… It’s just very much unexpected. I’m not sure how to thank her.”

“Ah don’t worry about that, I will let her know. To be fair, you may have the chance to thank her by yourself: she keeps scolding me like a teenager because I haven’t taken you home for dinner yet.”

The young zaunite blinked in disbelief, wondering if he heard right. Despite having managed to cross the bridge for few years now, an invitation into a piltovian house was something he never expected to receive – let alone one in a family as renowned as Talis. To the eyes of the pilties, you may leave Zaun, but Zaun never leaves you.

“Did you… did you tell your mother I am from the undercity?” Viktor asked.

Jayce shrugged his shoulder.

“What difference does that make?”

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Sweet morning after - Another illustration for Loving is Caring by @jeremiahhawkinsfanfics!

Working together on their lab mattress after loooooong night of... "research" 😉

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