Zaira's Comprehensive Jayce Giopara and (Machine Herald) Viktor Post Masterlist
I have been spiraling into hyperfixation hell and rambling a whole fucking lot about Jayce Giopara and his grumpy mechanical ex-husband. So, for your convenience here's a masterlist of all the crap i wrote, if you're interested.
Please Note: All these posts are pro-Giopara BUT we also do NOT hate or rag on Arcane Jayvik in this house. So, be nice to one another.
My artblog is @zairasarthaven , I draw sappy ship art over there.
Thank you and enjoy.
Note: You're invited and highly encouraged to reblog these and participate with these posts in the comments or tags if they get your brain thoughts flowing. I really enjoy talking to people about my critters!
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Jayce
Character Analysis:
_ Commentary on Jayce's base League outfit: LINK
_ A small discussion of the natural-feeling contradictions in Jayce's personality that make him human: LINK
_ [Mini Discussion] I have grounds to believe Piltover is abusing Jayce: LINK
_ An analysis of how Piltover is using and manipulating Jayce [This analysis is attached to a fucking amazing comic by @pepegle ]: LINK
_ Jayce is teetering on a very dangerous edge: LINK
General Commentary and Headcanons:
_ Jayce is a bottom, fight me!: LINK
_ Jayce, my contradiction king: LINK
_ Jayce is basically an unwanted puppy: LINK
_ Jayce is a nightmare on his period: LINK
_ Jayce is a sweet boy under all the damage and I really, really need you all to see it!: LINK
_ Jayce has sensory issues: LINK
_ My thoughts on Jayce and how they make me feel a little disconnected from the community: LINK
_ Fun realization I had about Jayce's gender expression: LINK
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Viktor
Character Analysis:
_ [Mini post] Viktor still has his vanity: LINK
_ Viktor gender discussion: LINK
_ An important discussion on Viktor's views of consent and how communication breakdown cause his rift with Jayce: LINK
General Commentary and Headcanons:
_ Viktor's our best boy: LINK
_ The Viktor rework makes me very, very sad...: LINK
_ Thoughts/insights on Viktor being disabled: LINK
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Jayce and Viktor
TMI gender discussion: LINK
More gender discussion some headcanons: LINK
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Shipping
JayceLiss:
_ Why Jayce and Lissandra (She's another league champ to those that don't know) ship together so well: LINK
VikJayce:
_ NSFW Headcanons on Viktor and Jayce's respective sex drives: LINK
_ Jayce likes to cuddle after sex: LINK
VikJayceLiss:
_ Headcanons of our trio's genders and sexualities: LINK
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Fanworks
Fanart:
_ JayceLiss, Liss gently shuts him up: LINK
_ VikJayceLiss, Jayce happily holding his two perfect wives: LINK
_ VikJayceLiss, silly sketch of their morning tussle: LINK
_ VikJayceLiss, silly sketch of Viktor being enchanted by Liss's control over Jayce: LINK
_ VikJayceLiss, dark sketch of Lissandra convincing Viktor to save Jayce's life: LINK
Fanfiction:
[Note: if any of these scenarios inspire any fanfics, please send me a link]
_ Discussion of a short dark fic I wrote about Jayce killing Jinx: LINK
_ A short scenario involving Viktor comforting Jayce during augmentation: LINK
_ [Mini Scenario] Viktor fucks up his mask and needs it fixed: LINK
_ A short scenario of Viktor and Lissandra taking matters into their own hands when Jayce is injured: LINK
_ A long scenario of Jayce's sex life and his first time with Viktor: LINK
_ A long scenario of Jayce and Viktor dealing with the Harrowing. This leads them to fall into the Arcane verse where they meet their other selves: LINK
_ Jayce Whump: LINK
_ Little lighthearted scenario of a normal VikJayceLiss morning: LINK
_ Scenario of Lissandra meeting Naph and Amaranthine for the first time: LINK
_ Ridiculous short scenario of a VikJayce/Repo the genetic opera AU: LINK
_ Long scenario. While trying to help Zaun, Jayce is kidnapped by resentful chempunks. Viktor doesn't find him until weeks later in critical condition: LINK
_ [Original version of Taste of Water] (Semi-Graphic Smut Warning) Long Scenario where Jayce thinks about his miserable sexlife. Goads Viktor into hate fucking. Viktor realizes he's hurting Jayce and turns into lovemaking instead: LINK
_ Taste of Water [Long Form Fic]. (work in progress) Jayce thinks back on his relationship with sex through the years. Every situation has been miserable and unhappy because he doesn't realize he's neurodivergent and gray-asexual, so he goes about every situation clinically and ends up having a bad time. Arousal has only ever felt good around Viktor. It eventually leads to him goading Viktor into hatefucking him because if he's gonna be used, might as well be by someone he really wants this time. But Viktor ends up teaching him how to experience sex in a no-pressure way that's actually enjoyable: LINK
_ My Heart Still Beats [Long Form Fic]. [TW: SA] (work in progress) Viktor is in Jayce's lab stealing research from his rival when he becomes a witness to Jayce being assaulted. The rush of fury and protective instinct cannot be suppressed. He stops the assault and stays to care for Jayce. Jayce doesn't have anyone else. While caring for him, the two start to reconnect. They both mend and Viktor savagely avenges Jayce: LINK
Our Glorious Evolution - Chapter 7: My Candle Lit by Your Flame
“I have been dusting,” Viktor says.
Jayce sneezes. The dust particles are thick in the air. “You’re sure?”
They’re in the building adjacent to Viktor’s- their house. The decommissioned forge had been brought back into working order after Viktor moved, but remained dormant until Jayce’s arrival. The ground floor, even after being cleaned, has an eerie air of abandonment to it. Not even a single spider makes its home here. Jayce is willing to guess that most buildings in the neighborhood are this way.
They head down the stairs to the heart of the forge. Discolored stains mark the flooding from the chemical spill that devastated the area. The forge isn’t spacious, nothing like the Talis’ was, but he’ll have just enough room to work. Slumbering automatons line two of the walls. Jayce can pick out every single one of them from their fights and the raids on his lab in Piltover. Would he be considered one of them now? He focuses on what he’s comfortable with, trying to estimate how hot this forge can get, what implements he’ll be working with.
“There was a lot to clear out.” Viktor laments, “Admittedly, I have neglected this place. It seemed like a good idea to have easy access to a forge now that I have an able body to operate it.” He looks away. “I underestimated the skill required and the learning curve it would take.”
Jayce quirks an eyebrow at him, imploring to go on.
Viktor stays silent, gaze averted, until his words finally sink in. He grimaces as Jayce bursts out laughing, clutching at his sides when his stitches flare up.
“Gods, you… ha! You tried to work the forge? What, on your own, without guidance?”
He’s at least able to coax a few self-deprecating laughs out of his stoic partner. These past days, Jayce has tried to parse when and how high he has his suppressor settings on. It looks like a low day, which he’s grateful for.
“I tried to copy what I saw you do,” Viktor protests.
“Show me.”
“I refuse to humiliate myself for your entertainment.”
Jayce shrugs. “It doesn’t have to be today, but I am going to show you how to properly use this place, and you’re going to humiliate yourself then.”
His partner seems open to that, and Jayce finds himself looking forward to his stitches healing enough so that he can return to doing hardier labor. They won’t, he then remembers. His body will be replaced before they do, and his mind sinks into thoughts of how different this labor might be for him in the future. Try as he might, he doesn’t come up with any downsides. Will it be so bad to be a man shaped by the forge in the most literal sense?
Full fic on AO3
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this was supposed to be vikjayce wireplay. i mean, it will be, but… they're just so fucking goofy.
It is unexpected, to say the least, to return home after a long, grueling day of being beloved by everybody to find his nemesis sitting in his kitchen and eating his cheesy puffs. He didn’t even know the guy ate food, still—isn’t his entire body robotic? Jayce casts a glance around the kitchen as Viktor sits there, staring at him, slipping another cheesy puff underneath his mask and, presumably, into his mouth.
“Are those my cheesy puffs?” It’s not the question he means to ask, which is more along the lines of, ‘why does my counter have a dent in it,’ or ‘did you seriously scuff my fucking stainless-steel appliances,’ or ‘what are you even doing here,’ but the words fall off his lips unbidden.
Viktor looks down at the bag he’s holding, then back up at Jayce. “Your name is not written on the bag,” he responds. The slight robotic hiss that normally underlies everything Viktor says is missing, his voice slightly muffled by the metal of the mask.
“I’m not going to write my name on every single thing I own, especially in the solitude of my own house!” Jayce snaps. He should be pulling out a weapon and blasting this walking tin can, not chatting.
Viktor pulls another cheesy puff from the bag, using it to point at Jayce. “There is an alternate dimension you,” he says, as if Jayce is going to believe some whack ass bullshit like that. “He does indeed write his name on everything.” He slides the cheesy puff under the mask, and Jayce hears the muted crunch as Viktor eats it.
“Get out of my house,” Jayce snaps.
His unwanted guest ignores him, setting the bag down. He turns to wipe his hands on the decorative hand towel Jayce keeps hanging by the sink, so people think he’s not a loser who doesn’t know how to decorate, staining it orange.
“Get—don’t fuck up my stuff!”
“I improved it,” Viktor says, waving off Jayce’s protests. “Now. I have a proposition—”
“No,” Jayce snaps. “I’m going to blast you.”
“Please,” Viktor says, holding his hands up in an attempt to calm Jayce. “I did not bring protection.”
The statement is so absurd—Viktor is covered in armor—that Jayce has the sneaking suspicion that the conversation has shifted to something else entirely.
“I—”
“No, shush,” Viktor says, shaking his head. “It is not your turn. There are rules for this sort of thing, you know. My, eh, proposal—my visit to the other dimension has been, how shall you say… illuminating.”
Jayce stops short, mouth agape, speechless. Viktor waits a beat, as if to see if he’s going to talk, but continues when Jayce stays silent.
“Anyway, he does this thing with his tongue—I plan to see if it transcends timelines, or is specific to just him. You will assist me in my research.”
“No?” Jayce says, sounding unsure, because he really isn’t all that clear what’s going on right now, to be honest. He’s beginning to think that this might be some sort of hallucination. “No.” The word is firmer, this time, but Viktor ignores it and hops off the stool he’s sitting on. The thunk as his feet hit the ground reverberates through the kitchen, and Jayce sees the dent in the floor as Viktor starts to skirt around him, to the door.
“Yes,” he responds, patting Jayce on the shoulder, his touch unexpectedly gentle. “I will bring protection next time.”
“Protection from what?!” Jayce asks, twisting around to watch Viktor leave instead of doing something more sensible, like punching him.
Viktor pauses, then turns to look at him, and although the mask is impassive, Jayce feels like there is a hint of confusion in his body language. “Eh… STIs? I do not trust you to be clean.”
“You’re the one living in the fucking undercity.”
“I am not a… how do they call it? Turbo slut? I do not know what you may be carrying. Not to mention any other unwanted side effects that may occur.”
Jayce is too busy trying to process that Viktor called him a turbo slut to respond, and the guy is gone before Jayce can think of a comeback.
His taunt doesn't land quite right, what with his strained, shuddering gasps for air interrupting his words.
"Shut up Defender." The detached, mechanized voice answers him.
"You won't even grant me that huh ?" Jayce says more to himself.
"What the hell are you on about ?"
He tries to smile, a real one, not his fake, signature grin, and looks directly where he imagines Viktor's eyes are hiding behind the mask.
"Wish you'd use my name" He admits in a breath.
Just…
this…
once…
I wish…
His own heartbeat is loud in his ears, is it getting more spaced out ? He can't tell.
One hand lifts to pry at the mask, but falls back almost immediately.
The world gets darker and darker, and he's vaguely aware of Viktor's voice above him, finally uttering his name. And he must be hallucinating anyway, because it's his real voice, without the modulator. He doesn't know if he shut his eyes at some point or if his vision simply disappeared. It doesn't matter because soon after he doesn't know anything anymore.
a VikJayce FlashFic for the BJG discord server Flash Event prompts: " Even when I hate you I love you / Celebration "
⟡ Fandom: League of Legends
⟡ Word count: 8.5k
⟡ Status: { Undetermined - Drabble }
⟡ Rating: Mature (18+)
⟡ Summary:
Viktor had been planning this day all year, ever since overhearing Jayce's latest speech. It wasn't just the very public, pointed digs at Viktor—it was also the fact that the Academy judges had refused Zaunites entry to any further Distinguished Inventor Competitions last year. That was the final straw that led Viktor to contend on making his own statement. He'd never been one for dramatics; but, he was no longer the same man. He was no longer simply Viktor, but rather, the Machine Herald.
And the Machine Herald had one hell of a bone to pick with a certain Jayce Giopara.
Two years after the dissolution of their partnership and fueled by some rather pointed speeches that pour salt into his wounds, the Machine Herald plots to destroy the Defender of Tomorrow's special day.
Complete Taglist below ⬎
Relationship: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce Giopara - Character, The Machine Herald, Viktor (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Drabble, Flash Fic, Angst, Anger, Fighting As Foreplay, Inappropriate Erections, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Choking, Blood and Violence, Masturbation, it is mentioned SO briefly this one is not explicit, not by my standards at least, no smut but the horny is there in spirit, tfw you won't just admit you miss your ex so you plan to blow him up but it goes wrong so you beat him up and he pops a boner about it, they make me ill your honor, freaks. just fucking freaks. the lot of em., playlist in the an's
Now let’s not forget about my MAGNUM OPUS, my league Jayce and arcane Jayce bodyswap fic!!! You can read the first chapter of you got what you wanted here !!!
And here’s a snippet of the next chapter, probably dropping next week Wednesday ❤️❤️❤️:
