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forever and a day (Arcane, Jayce/Viktor)
Title: forever and a day
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Characters: Jayce/Viktor
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1,649
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss
Challenge: Year of the OTP 2025 @![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
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Prompt: running away together
Summary: After the Arcane, there is nothing. Or at least there was supposed to be nothing. Instead, Jayce and Viktor wake up in a field.
Notes: I wanted to do something short and sweet and figured it was time to try my hand at some classic post-finale naked-in-a-field happy ending Jayvik fluff.
Read on AO3.
After the Arcane, there is nothing.
Or at least there was supposed to be nothing. Instead, something soft tickles his cheek and cool air raises goosebumps on his bare skin. His head throbs, the brightness overhead preventing him from opening his eyes. Jayce doesn't think you should be allowed to get headaches when you're dead.
Or…maybe he's not dead. He doesn't think you're supposed to be cold when you're dead, or ache all over. He rolls onto his back, squinting up at the glaring midday sun. He's in some kind of field. Regular grass, and regular sunlight, and no sign of the Arcane, or mindless automatons, or Viktor.
Viktor.
Jayce sits up suddenly, wincing as the sudden movement jars his head, but he shakes it off. The only thing that matters at that moment is finding Viktor.
Thankfully he doesn't have to look far at all. Another body lies in the field a short distance away—a fully human body, skin pale and marred with remnants of the Arcane, but otherwise unchanged from what Jayce had known before. He scrambles to his feet, shaky and off balance, leg aching as he puts his weight on it. Pushing past the pain, Jayce hurries across the grass and drops to his knees beside Viktor.
It's only then that he really registers that Viktor isn't wearing a stitch of clothing, and neither is he. Viktor stirs in that moment, and all worries about sudden nudity are gone from Jayce's mind.
“Viktor,” Jayce whispers, and gently puts a hand on Viktor's shoulder. “V, can you hear me?”
Slowly Viktor opens his eyes, a soft groan escaping him. He blinks in the sunlight, trying to focus on the dark shape looming over him. Jayce can see the exact moment Viktor realizes who he is, a wide, unfiltered smile spreading across his face. His eyes are a bright golden color again, untainted by the Arcane.
“Jayce,” he rasps, like he hasn't spoken for a week straight. There’s no metallic echo, no lifeless inflection. It’s the most beautiful sound Jayce has heard in a long time. “What happened?”
“We're alive,” Jayce says incredulously, still gripping Viktor's shoulder. “We're alive.”
Viktor is staring at him like he doesn't comprehend the concept, but Jayce just starts laughing, unable to help himself. They're alive! They're naked in a field in an unknown location, but they're alive, and whole, and together. Everything else is secondary.
Viktor pushes himself up into a sitting position, and Jayce doesn't even think twice before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. Viktor's skin is warm from the sun, his hair tickling Jayce's face, and Jayce can feel tears start to well up. Viktor's alive.
“Jayce?” Viktor says, tentative. His arms hang limply at his sides but Jayce doesn’t even care, face pressed to Viktor’s neck as the tears start to fall unhindered now. Alarmed, Viktor finally moves, arms going around Jayce’s shoulders, one hand instinctively coming up to cradle the back of Jayce’s head. “Jayce…?”
Jayce struggles to get himself under control, shoulders shaking from the effort of trying to hold back his sobs. The gentle hand rubbing over his back just makes him cry harder and he clings to Viktor like someone—or something—is going to appear and take him away again.
Viktor repeats his name again, more soothing this time, still moving his hand in pacifying circles between Jayce’s shoulder blades. It takes some time but eventually Jayce calms, the tears slowing to a trickle that dampens Viktor’s hair as Jayce presses his face to the side of his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m so relieved,” Jayce whispers. His leg hurts from kneeling beside Viktor for this long, but he’s not ready to let him go yet. If he had his way, he’d never let Viktor go again.
Viktor doesn’t seem in any rush to release Jayce either, allowing Jayce to continue to hold him as he says, “I thought…that was it. I was so certain…”
“Don’t.” Jayce shudders and holds Viktor tighter. “I’m glad it wasn’t.”
“But you thought it too.” Viktor settles both hands on Jayce’s shoulders, like he wants to push him back but can’t bring himself to do it. “You stayed with me, even though…”
It’s the disbelief in Viktor’s voice that forces Jayce to loosen his hold and sit up, looking Viktor in the eye. “Of course,” he says fiercely, mirroring Viktor and holding him by the shoulders. “You’re my partner ‘til the end.”
Viktor shakes his head, and Jayce can practically see the panic start to creep into his eyes. Without thinking, Jayce slides his hands down Viktor’s arms to take hold of his hands, firmly clasping one in each hand.
“Look at me,” he says, and to his surprise Viktor actually meets his gaze. “I would do it again. Even if that had really been the end. I would do it every time.”
“Why?”
Jayce frowns slightly, thrown off by the unexpected response. “Why what?”
Viktor starts to draw back. “After everything I’ve done, why…?”
Without thinking, Jayce holds Viktor’s hands to his chest, over his still frantically beating heart.
“Because you’re everything to me,” he insists, a hint of desperation in his voice. “I know you saw it all when you were in my head. I know you felt what I felt. It’s all true, V. A life without you would be untenable.”
It’s everything he wishes he’d been able to say in the past, if he hadn’t been too much of a coward to do so. He doesn’t want to be that man anymore, so afraid of rejection or uncertainties or changing the status quo that he doesn’t go after what he truly desires. They’ve been given a second chance at life—or is this his third? Fourth? How many times has Viktor saved him?—and he’s not going to waste it this time.
He lifts Viktor’s hands higher, pressing his lips to bony knuckles. “Will you give me the chance to make up for lost time?”
Viktor is staring at him, seemingly at a loss for words. Jayce kisses his knuckles again and waits, trying not to let the anxiety get the best of him. He’d been laid bare before Viktor already; there’s nothing left in him for Viktor to see. Either Viktor accepts him—all of him—or he doesn’t.
The familiar fear of rejection hits him sharp and fast as Viktor pulls his hands free of Jayce’s grasp, but he’s calmed a moment later when Viktor cups his face between both hands instead. His thumbs brush over Jayce’s beard, his touch impossibly gentle, and hope flutters in Jayce’s chest. With one hand, Viktor traces his fingers over Jayce’s cheekbone, then up over his brow, pressing his fingertips to Jayce’s forehead. He’s looking at something there, but Jayce can’t tell what.
“Do you think we have it now?” Viktor asks softly, startling Jayce who had been so focused on watching Viktor.
“Have what?”
Viktor is staring at him like he’s something wondrous. “Time.”
Jayce reaches up and takes Viktor’s hand from his forehead, holding him gingerly. “All the time in the world.”
It’s like a dam breaks in Viktor, sweeping away whatever has been holding him back. He surges forward, throwing himself into Jayce’s arms, and Jayce doesn’t hesitate to catch him around the middle and pull him close. The next thing he knows Viktor is kissing him, freely and openly, no longer holding anything back. There’s joy in this kiss, and relief. A sense of serenity as Viktor’s mouth lingers against his, unhurried and unafraid.
Jayce tightens his hold around Viktor and flops back in the grass, taking Viktor down with him. They kiss and kiss and kiss, until there isn’t a single breath left between them, and then they kiss some more, dizzy with the pleasure of it. Despite the peculiar Arcane markings now present Viktor’s skin is smooth to the touch, and Jayce can’t resist running his hands up and down Viktor’s back, then sliding one hand up to tangle in his hair.
It’s Viktor who backs off first, looking down at Jayce with wide eyes. His lips are parted, some remark on the tip of his tongue, but nothing comes out. The sun shines in his hair, emphasizing the warm, chocolatey brown tint that Jayce has always admired. He looks absolutely beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” Jayce blurts out, realizing he can say it now. He doesn’t have to hold anything back because there’s nothing in his heart that Viktor doesn’t know.
Viktor laughs, and the sound is so sweet that Jayce rolls them over, bracing himself over Viktor in the grass. Viktor’s hair splays out around him like a halo, and Jayce leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Run away with me,” Jayce says, breathless.
“What?” Viktor’s response is amused rather than disbelieving, that wicked mouth curving into a tempting smile.
“Run away with me,” Jayce repeats. “Demacia, Ionia, Freljord—anywhere at all. We can try to find the way into Bandle City for all I care. We can just…travel, and be together, and not worry about anything for a little while.”
Viktor must see something of concern in Jayce’s face, because his expression grows serious and he reaches up to lightly touch Jayce’s cheek.
“All right,” he says softly. “I’ll run away with you.”
Tears well up in the corners of Jayce’s eyes again, but he doesn’t care at all, pulling Viktor into a tight embrace as relief washes over him once more. There’s so much they need to do—they need to find clothes and figure out where they are, for a start—but right now all that matters is this: Viktor, safe in his arms, alive and whole.
The rest of it can wait. They’ve got all the time in the world.
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Characters: Jayce/Viktor
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1,649
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss
Challenge: Year of the OTP 2025 @
Prompt: running away together
Summary: After the Arcane, there is nothing. Or at least there was supposed to be nothing. Instead, Jayce and Viktor wake up in a field.
Notes: I wanted to do something short and sweet and figured it was time to try my hand at some classic post-finale naked-in-a-field happy ending Jayvik fluff.
Read on AO3.
After the Arcane, there is nothing.
Or at least there was supposed to be nothing. Instead, something soft tickles his cheek and cool air raises goosebumps on his bare skin. His head throbs, the brightness overhead preventing him from opening his eyes. Jayce doesn't think you should be allowed to get headaches when you're dead.
Or…maybe he's not dead. He doesn't think you're supposed to be cold when you're dead, or ache all over. He rolls onto his back, squinting up at the glaring midday sun. He's in some kind of field. Regular grass, and regular sunlight, and no sign of the Arcane, or mindless automatons, or Viktor.
Viktor.
Jayce sits up suddenly, wincing as the sudden movement jars his head, but he shakes it off. The only thing that matters at that moment is finding Viktor.
Thankfully he doesn't have to look far at all. Another body lies in the field a short distance away—a fully human body, skin pale and marred with remnants of the Arcane, but otherwise unchanged from what Jayce had known before. He scrambles to his feet, shaky and off balance, leg aching as he puts his weight on it. Pushing past the pain, Jayce hurries across the grass and drops to his knees beside Viktor.
It's only then that he really registers that Viktor isn't wearing a stitch of clothing, and neither is he. Viktor stirs in that moment, and all worries about sudden nudity are gone from Jayce's mind.
“Viktor,” Jayce whispers, and gently puts a hand on Viktor's shoulder. “V, can you hear me?”
Slowly Viktor opens his eyes, a soft groan escaping him. He blinks in the sunlight, trying to focus on the dark shape looming over him. Jayce can see the exact moment Viktor realizes who he is, a wide, unfiltered smile spreading across his face. His eyes are a bright golden color again, untainted by the Arcane.
“Jayce,” he rasps, like he hasn't spoken for a week straight. There’s no metallic echo, no lifeless inflection. It’s the most beautiful sound Jayce has heard in a long time. “What happened?”
“We're alive,” Jayce says incredulously, still gripping Viktor's shoulder. “We're alive.”
Viktor is staring at him like he doesn't comprehend the concept, but Jayce just starts laughing, unable to help himself. They're alive! They're naked in a field in an unknown location, but they're alive, and whole, and together. Everything else is secondary.
Viktor pushes himself up into a sitting position, and Jayce doesn't even think twice before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. Viktor's skin is warm from the sun, his hair tickling Jayce's face, and Jayce can feel tears start to well up. Viktor's alive.
“Jayce?” Viktor says, tentative. His arms hang limply at his sides but Jayce doesn’t even care, face pressed to Viktor’s neck as the tears start to fall unhindered now. Alarmed, Viktor finally moves, arms going around Jayce’s shoulders, one hand instinctively coming up to cradle the back of Jayce’s head. “Jayce…?”
Jayce struggles to get himself under control, shoulders shaking from the effort of trying to hold back his sobs. The gentle hand rubbing over his back just makes him cry harder and he clings to Viktor like someone—or something—is going to appear and take him away again.
Viktor repeats his name again, more soothing this time, still moving his hand in pacifying circles between Jayce’s shoulder blades. It takes some time but eventually Jayce calms, the tears slowing to a trickle that dampens Viktor’s hair as Jayce presses his face to the side of his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m so relieved,” Jayce whispers. His leg hurts from kneeling beside Viktor for this long, but he’s not ready to let him go yet. If he had his way, he’d never let Viktor go again.
Viktor doesn’t seem in any rush to release Jayce either, allowing Jayce to continue to hold him as he says, “I thought…that was it. I was so certain…”
“Don’t.” Jayce shudders and holds Viktor tighter. “I’m glad it wasn’t.”
“But you thought it too.” Viktor settles both hands on Jayce’s shoulders, like he wants to push him back but can’t bring himself to do it. “You stayed with me, even though…”
It’s the disbelief in Viktor’s voice that forces Jayce to loosen his hold and sit up, looking Viktor in the eye. “Of course,” he says fiercely, mirroring Viktor and holding him by the shoulders. “You’re my partner ‘til the end.”
Viktor shakes his head, and Jayce can practically see the panic start to creep into his eyes. Without thinking, Jayce slides his hands down Viktor’s arms to take hold of his hands, firmly clasping one in each hand.
“Look at me,” he says, and to his surprise Viktor actually meets his gaze. “I would do it again. Even if that had really been the end. I would do it every time.”
“Why?”
Jayce frowns slightly, thrown off by the unexpected response. “Why what?”
Viktor starts to draw back. “After everything I’ve done, why…?”
Without thinking, Jayce holds Viktor’s hands to his chest, over his still frantically beating heart.
“Because you’re everything to me,” he insists, a hint of desperation in his voice. “I know you saw it all when you were in my head. I know you felt what I felt. It’s all true, V. A life without you would be untenable.”
It’s everything he wishes he’d been able to say in the past, if he hadn’t been too much of a coward to do so. He doesn’t want to be that man anymore, so afraid of rejection or uncertainties or changing the status quo that he doesn’t go after what he truly desires. They’ve been given a second chance at life—or is this his third? Fourth? How many times has Viktor saved him?—and he’s not going to waste it this time.
He lifts Viktor’s hands higher, pressing his lips to bony knuckles. “Will you give me the chance to make up for lost time?”
Viktor is staring at him, seemingly at a loss for words. Jayce kisses his knuckles again and waits, trying not to let the anxiety get the best of him. He’d been laid bare before Viktor already; there’s nothing left in him for Viktor to see. Either Viktor accepts him—all of him—or he doesn’t.
The familiar fear of rejection hits him sharp and fast as Viktor pulls his hands free of Jayce’s grasp, but he’s calmed a moment later when Viktor cups his face between both hands instead. His thumbs brush over Jayce’s beard, his touch impossibly gentle, and hope flutters in Jayce’s chest. With one hand, Viktor traces his fingers over Jayce’s cheekbone, then up over his brow, pressing his fingertips to Jayce’s forehead. He’s looking at something there, but Jayce can’t tell what.
“Do you think we have it now?” Viktor asks softly, startling Jayce who had been so focused on watching Viktor.
“Have what?”
Viktor is staring at him like he’s something wondrous. “Time.”
Jayce reaches up and takes Viktor’s hand from his forehead, holding him gingerly. “All the time in the world.”
It’s like a dam breaks in Viktor, sweeping away whatever has been holding him back. He surges forward, throwing himself into Jayce’s arms, and Jayce doesn’t hesitate to catch him around the middle and pull him close. The next thing he knows Viktor is kissing him, freely and openly, no longer holding anything back. There’s joy in this kiss, and relief. A sense of serenity as Viktor’s mouth lingers against his, unhurried and unafraid.
Jayce tightens his hold around Viktor and flops back in the grass, taking Viktor down with him. They kiss and kiss and kiss, until there isn’t a single breath left between them, and then they kiss some more, dizzy with the pleasure of it. Despite the peculiar Arcane markings now present Viktor’s skin is smooth to the touch, and Jayce can’t resist running his hands up and down Viktor’s back, then sliding one hand up to tangle in his hair.
It’s Viktor who backs off first, looking down at Jayce with wide eyes. His lips are parted, some remark on the tip of his tongue, but nothing comes out. The sun shines in his hair, emphasizing the warm, chocolatey brown tint that Jayce has always admired. He looks absolutely beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” Jayce blurts out, realizing he can say it now. He doesn’t have to hold anything back because there’s nothing in his heart that Viktor doesn’t know.
Viktor laughs, and the sound is so sweet that Jayce rolls them over, bracing himself over Viktor in the grass. Viktor’s hair splays out around him like a halo, and Jayce leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Run away with me,” Jayce says, breathless.
“What?” Viktor’s response is amused rather than disbelieving, that wicked mouth curving into a tempting smile.
“Run away with me,” Jayce repeats. “Demacia, Ionia, Freljord—anywhere at all. We can try to find the way into Bandle City for all I care. We can just…travel, and be together, and not worry about anything for a little while.”
Viktor must see something of concern in Jayce’s face, because his expression grows serious and he reaches up to lightly touch Jayce’s cheek.
“All right,” he says softly. “I’ll run away with you.”
Tears well up in the corners of Jayce’s eyes again, but he doesn’t care at all, pulling Viktor into a tight embrace as relief washes over him once more. There’s so much they need to do—they need to find clothes and figure out where they are, for a start—but right now all that matters is this: Viktor, safe in his arms, alive and whole.
The rest of it can wait. They’ve got all the time in the world.