Arcane au where instead of Viktor being terminally ill he has hanahaki disease.
Viktor starts coughing up flowers, small ones at first and Jayce knows what it means. Knows that Viktor loves someone, someone who he refuses to confess to.
Infuriatingly, he refuses to tell Jayce who’s caused it too, telling him he’s already told the person, as though Jayce couldn’t tell when he’s lying. So, he tries his best to figure it out himself.
He makes a list of everyone Viktor knows, tries to get them all to come to the lab so he can analyse the way Viktor acts around each and every one. He doesn’t care if it hurts, the idea that Viktor loves someone else. He’d rather feel the pain of seeing him with someone else day after day than see him dead.
But he can’t figure it out. Viktor shows no signs of liking anyone, let alone loving them. The only person he spends a significant amount of time with is Jayce. And it can’t be him, it can’t because why would Viktor not tell him? More importantly why would someone like Viktor like him? It was too improbable to consider.
Viktor grows more and more ill and Jayce becomes desperate. After Viktor starts coughing up red roses covered in blood, he breaks, begging his partner to just tell him. He can’t stop crying, sobbing into his shoulder, saying that he can’t let Viktor die, that he can’t stand the thought of life without him.
Maybe Viktor realises that in trying to protect Jayce from his feelings, he’s only caused the man more pain. Maybe he breaks at the sight of Jayce with tears in his eyes.
Either way, his resolve crumbles and he tells the man. Confesses the knawing love he’s grown for his partner, day after day, working alongside him, working with him to create something beautiful. How he knows that it is unfair of him to ruin their perfect work relationship, how inappropriate this all is, how he can’t help but feel the way he does, but Jayce stops him from talking.
Jayce stops him from talking with a kiss. A wet kiss, with his tears-stained face so close to Viktor’s, but a perfect kiss nonetheless. And from that day on, Viktor never coughs up a flower again.
jayvik nsfw microthread : [ft: top trans viktor and sub jayce] — 445 words
even after months of being together, jayce is still getting used to being touched by viktor. being touched by anyone at all. it can be overwhelming at times.
in a good way. a very good way.
he likes the way that viktor makes him feel. he likes being pushed to his limits.
he could stop viktor. say that he’s had enough after two or three rounds when he begins to lose his head and viktor is barely affected. viktor would never make him feel bad.
if jayce told viktor he had had enough before viktor was done with him, there would be no consequences. viktor would kiss him tenderly, still clean him up, still pet his hair and tell him how good he had been.
but.
then jayce would not get to see the pleased smile that settles on viktor’s face when tears streak his face from over-sensitivity. he would not get to hear viktor tell him how beautiful he looks with cum covering his chest or how lovely he looks with his legs spread for viktor.
viktor worships his body. he loves to tie jayce up and curl his fingers inside of him until his voice is destroyed from screaming.
initially, it was intense for jayce but viktor always made him feel safe. always made him feel good.
and, damn, did it feel good. if they went too long without viktor touching him, jayce would spend his days at the lab longing for the floaty sensation he would reach when viktor took him apart carefully with talented and dexterous fingers.
jayce’s favorite is when viktor gets fitted into the strap just to choke jayce on his cock. when he holds jayce by the back of his head while jayce lays on his stomach on the bed. when viktor stands in front of him and pushes the silicone toy as far down jayce’s throat as he can
in fact, jayce loves the things they do in bed. he cant wait to try new things with viktor. new ways to lift jayce into that headspace that he daydreams about.
he’s taken to doing some research on his own, boldly suggesting new positions and toys.
viktor was excited at first. happy to have brought out this new side of his once nervous lover. he enthusiastically navigates new activities in the bedroom like choking, spanking, and edging jayce until he begs.
but, then, he begins to worry that jayce is becoming insatiable.
when jayce finally passes out during sex, viktor fears he created a monster. a sex-crazed monster.
this fear is fully realized when jayce wakes up, only to pout at viktor and ask, “why did u stop?”
This is a little sum-sum I wrote along with my last post, (you can find it under the "bere speaks" tag on my blog!) I'm not sure if it has potential, but here ya go!
“I don't even know your name.”
“It's Viktor.” He waited for recognition. For Jayce to turn to him with elation. He waited, but all Jayce did was snap his bracelet on his wrist. The same wrist that has Viktor’s name. Perhaps he wasn't heard right. So, he tried again, more assertively. “Viktor. With a ‘k’.”
He turned then, a look of confusion crossed his face. Viktor was beginning to think that maybe he'd not been heard a second time. But then those beautiful hazel eyes widened, and finally.
“Oh! Jayce, with a ‘y’.” Viktor’s excited smile faltered. Had he… miscalculated? Surely there's no other Jayce with the last name Talis in Piltover, is there? If Jayce doesn't recognize his name then… “I've never seen Viktor spelled with a ‘k’ before.”
“Yes, well, names in the Undercity are prone to differentiate from those commonly known up here.” He doesn't have Viktor’s name. If he did, he would've known of it since he first wrote it down when he was ten years old. Back when he and Sky had stolen a pen from a vendor's stool that was in decent condition. They wanted to have a sort of ceremony for when they first wrote down their names. Knowing that that was going to be inscribed in their Soul's body for the rest of their lives. They wanted it to be special.
Viktor wanted this day to be special.
Instead, he'd walked in on his Soul seconds away from jumping. His heart was in his throat, that he was able to sound so calm when he called out was surprising.
