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Take it slow but don’t warn me by MGCraig
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
07 Dec 2024
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Jayce and Viktor being bad at communication and BDSM set in a modern/college AU. Parts are connected and in serialized order.
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Of Memories and Tomorrows by Lieyantosh
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
22 Dec 2024
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Instead of dissolving with Viktor like Jayce expected, he gets sent a decade into the past when Viktor didn’t even know him yet. Of course the logical action to take is to kidnap him. Meanwhile Viktor, twenty-two years old, figures that hey, as long as he can research magic, this isn’t too bad of a predicament.
Or: Post-Season 2 Jayce and Season 1 Viktor, the grief of having lost your soulmate while having to look at his younger version who doesn’t even know you, the endless exhaustion of being a second-hand love and also science.
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- Part 2 of My JayVik fics
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Having or wanting a child is not something Viktor ever planned on, not before Jayce and the strange little partnership they strike up. His wants don’t actually matter as his body consistently fails to follow his wishes anyway.
An exploration of loss and grief, love, and magic
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Jayce wakes up in an alternate universe. Viktor doesn"t.
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For a moment, Jayce doesn’t really move. He lies, still, as the world spins harder, the pads of his fingers probing at the fabric beneath them; silken sheets—ah, a bed then.
A kaleidoscope of memories shivers in his mind, like static, materializing in front of his eyes as he blinks again. And again. The sharp smell of iron clings to his senses, gun-powder reaching across a deep, star-tainted blueness. The celestial humming of agony, two souls like liquid gold pouring into the same chalice. The pain. The grief.“Viktor!”
Jayce sits up with a cry; it’s punched, reaped from his chest. He almost tumbles from the bed. There’s a hammer inside his skull, and with every new flicker of cosmic pull, it falls and crashes against the nerves behind his eyes; the base of his neck, the back of his teeth. It rings, and rings, an earthquake, and thunders through his bones with a shattering force and—
Someone knocks on the door.
“Jayce?”
The voice is steady, calm—unmistakable.
Viktor.
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Jayce gets one more chance to get back to him. To fix it.