A Cabin in the Woods
Summary: super short post-canon Jayvik fluff based on what Harry Lloyd said in the Q&A today about them living happily in a cabin in the woods.
Can be read as a stand alone or as a continuation of Real or Not Real.
word count: 1,472
A/N: I know it's not the actor's au but the writers block has been going crazy recently, it's in the works though!
The sun was shining through the windows, bright light flooding Viktor and Jayce as they lay in bed in their little cabin. It wasn’t much, but then again they didn’t need much anymore. They had a small kitchen by the front door, and a little table for then they decided to make food. They didn’t have any of their previous bodily needs anymore; eating, using the bathroom, they were all just things of the past. They had a bathroom for cleaning themselves of course, having a simple sink and shower. There was a large cat tree by the couch, a wall of all their favorite books, ones from their own reality as well as recommendations they’d gotten in other ones. Their bed was large, situated on the farthest wall of the two room cabin, and surrounded by nightstands on either side to hold their respective braces when they slept.
They still had their disabilities, though they hadn’t shown up for quite some time, and neither was sure exactly how it all worked. How they could not have bodily functions but still having their physical issues. That was a discovery for a later date though, at least it became one once they figured out there was no danger of further injury or death.
It was decidedly a lazy day for them, the arcane had made the decision to leave them be it seemed and they would never turn down the chance to bask in the calm of their little pocket dimension.
When the rune had exploded they had both thought themselves dead, and it had been a long process for them to come to terms with two very daunting truths.
One, they weren’t gone, at least not their souls. They had initially floated in the nothingness they’d first been spat out in, and through time and effort they’d been able to figure out a way to spawn all this. They’d created a little world for themselves, a forest, with a waterfall, a little stream, meadows, even a forge and lab to tinker in during times like this. The limits of their physical location and surroundings were about as open and endless as the realm itself. They could be whoever they wanted, whatever they wanted.
That brings us to the second truth they’d had to come to terms with.
They were in love.
When they had first materialized they had just held each other, too afraid they would disappear, that they would drift apart and wouldn’t be able to get back to the other. Then they had talked. It was a conversation that at the time felt like far too much too fast. They had barely accepted that they were still conscious, nevermind together, and yet they still needed closure. Needed to be sure, finally certain, that their feeling had been requited.
After that they’d held each other just to be held. Just to love like they hadn’t been able to in life.
“Coming back to me anytime soon?” Jayce’s voice broke Viktor’s train of thought and he turned his head to face his partner.
“Just reminiscing, that's all.”
Viktor was on his back, one arm laid across his stomach and the other bent up to hold Jayce’s hand, the arm of which was tucked under his pillow. Jayce was beside him, of course, turned on his side with his other hand tracing patterns along Viktor’s face and neck, absently tracing over the moles there.
“‘Bout what?”
Viktor thought for a moment, his eyes holding the beautiful golden ones on the face in front of him.
“You love me…real or not real?”
A look of recognition crossed his lover's face and a soft smile melted over his face. They had done this when they were first spat out, and many times since when the nightmares and flashbacks got to be too much. The hand tracing over him came to a stop, moving to cup Viktor’s cheek.
“Real. Always real.” They stayed like that a moment before Jayce continued, he always felt the need to when Viktor asked that question. “There’s not a version of me out there that doesn’t love you, you’ve seen it firsthand.”
This was true, of course. The arcane made sure of that. When it chose to, it would scoop them up and spit them out in some random dimension, with new versions of themselves each time.
In one they were nemeses, Viktor having gone the machine route instead of the magic route when his body had started to fail him. In this universe he’d augmented himself almost entirely, being made of mostly wires and cogs, leaving only small bits of flesh on his face and mid-section area. Jayce held the title ‘Defender of Tomorrow’ here, and unfortunately he was defending their tomorrow from Viktor.
But they still loved each other.
In another, Viktor had been executed, having made a deal with death to come back from the afterlife. This Jayce opposed him as well, fighting him constantly in the hopes he would not be able to enact his version of the ‘Glorious Evolution.’
And yet they still loved each other.
In one they weren’t working as scientists at all, weren’t even in Runeterra, in this universe they were all actors on a show! They went by new names, acting out the events that had happened in their home timeline, all while dealing with their own complex lives.
When they had been dropped in this dimension, these versions of them had already been together for months it seemed.
His favorites, of course, were the versions that were just…them.
The timelines and realities where they had met under different circumstances at the academy, where they had figured it all out sooner, ones where Jayce was expelled, where Viktor hadn’t been in the explosion, where they hadn’t been completely and utterly oblivious.
Where they got to love each other in peace, in life.
“I’ll always love you V…I’m meant to.” Jayce leaned in to plant a kiss on Viktor’s upper lip, on Jayce’s favorite mole. He spoke again when he pulled back. “My turn, yeah?”
Viktor let out a soft chuckle and rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I suppose I will let you go next.” He focused back on Jayce, noticing the teasing look that had overtaken him.
“You would still choose me, if we could go back and do it all again. Real, or not real”
Viktor let softness overtake his eyes, emotions welling up in his chest, threatening to burst out of it.
“Real. I believe I said it best in fact,” he cleared his throat for dramatic effect before continuing,”…in all timeline, in all possibilities…only you Jayce. Only you can make me understand…the beauty in everything. And…just so you know, I like to know that there’s at least one universe in which we get to fight about normal things like taxes and you not taking the chicken out of the freezer.” He snorted to himself at the last part as he watched Jayce sigh and roll over onto his own back. The hand that had been on Viktor’s face pulled back to pinch the bridge of Jayce’s nose in annoyance
“I knew you’d bring that up- that wasn’t even my fault! That Jayce got distracted!”
“Yes, distracted fucking his Viktor, who I’m sure would have been willing to break for you to defrost the chicken.” Viktor sat up onto his elbows now, turning to face the other, that same fond smile growing. “My point, Jayce,” Viktor pulled Jayce’s hand off his face, holding over the other’s warm scarred chest, “is that I like to know we aren’t always doomed. That somewhere out there we got it right on our own, without interference from…us.”
Jayce let his eyes find Viktor’s again.
They were both pulled from their thoughts as they felt a being hop up onto the bed with them, letting out a soft meow at the lack of attention.
“Why hello there Blitzcrank, are you here for chin scratches?” Jayce said as he moved their shared hands to pet over the cat.
They’d figured out along the way that they could create beings in this pocket dimension of theirs. Blitz had been their first, an accident really, but soon after came Rio, and then Amaranthine. They kept them company when they were here, and they kept each other company when they weren’t. They didn’t need to be fed so they were the perfect pets for a couple of traveling souls like themselves. “I believe that is our sign that it’s time to be productive.” Viktor sat all the way up, stretching out as he did so and letting a pop echo from his spine. “I would like to go study cells while I can, and you have been complaining all week about no forge time. Get to it pretty boy.”
A/N: after this they do create a robot Blitzcrank, their fourth child, and name him ‘Blitzcrank II’