Everyone Is Happy AU (part.11)📝☕️

more art for the last chapter of differential burdens in displacement! i couldn't resist the siren call of viktor teasing jayce at the end~

ok i need to lock in 🙏 so little left of this chapter its insane

Thinking about Jayce and Viktor developing their own dialect over the years in the lab.

It starts with Viktor forgetting the Piltovan word for a tool he needs Jayce to pass to him. So he gestures the motion it requires to use it. Then he points, and points again when Jayce grabs the wrong one. Just as Jayce finally realises what he meant, Viktor says its name in his native tongue. Jayce repeats it, albeit badly, before giving its Piltovan name.

This occurs many times, especially during those late nights where thinking in one language is hard enough. It happens to Jayce, too. A word on the tip of his tongue, lost just out of reach. Found by Viktor, spoken to life by lips Jayce cannot help but stare at.

They learn words and phrases of each other's languages, can understand the most frequently used terms in their respective lexicons. There have been times Sky has walked into a room where two languages are being spoken, neither of which are Piltovan, and it still seemed like they understood each other perfectly. She has since become the third speaker of the dialect, and a helpful translator.

Both Jayce and Viktor have a propensity for muttering curses. Or hurling them as insults at misbehaving machinery at the ass crack of dawn. Jayce stands as the worst offender, often amused when Viktor's patience for an experiment gone wrong finally runs out. The string of swear words that follows an interesting exercise in which ones he can recall.

Perhaps one of Jayce's favourite past times is guessing what each one means. Sometimes context helps, other times not so much. He still remembers trying out one of Viktor's curses, using it to insult a particularly rude noble after another stuffy trade meeting. The way Viktor stared at him before breaking out into wheezing, snorting laughter is painted in his memory. He learnt what it really meant eventually, nearly falling out of his chair laughing himself.

A mistake he makes on purpose now, just to hear Viktor laugh. To see his shoulders shaking and how he bites his lip trying not to smile when Jayce whispers it in the most inappropriate settings. It is always worth the half hearted chastising that comes after.

Feel the warmth of each other's being.

’we finish this together’

curtwen jayvik….. this au I made with kai is going to be the death of me…

(collab with the incredible @kairithemang0, I did the art, he did the fic :D)

dropping a wip before bed just to feel something

guys guys guys guys guys GUYS PRINCE JAYCE & PRIEST VIKTOR GUYS 🙏🙏🙏

also in this lore there's no way Viktor's an actual priest, he's probs a scientist in disguise to uncover the secrets of the kingdom from the inside

also also jayce asks for way too many blessings/asks penance for things he hasn't even done just to see him

✨ Heartbeat ✨

A little animation based on @thunderwhenhepurrs’s beautiful ficlet about Viktor finding his form post-canon. All thanks to Gabe for the inspiration ☺️💕

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By thunderwhenhepurrs

He does have a heartbeat.

He didn't, not that first night after the End of the World.

Not until Jayce laid his head on his chest the next morning, listened, and frowned. "It's quiet."

Viktor's entire body jerked, the part of him that was still starlight — it had been slowly becoming solid over the past hours, relearning and rebuilding itself — pulsing.

After his head stopped spinning, Viktor would recall the feeling of his body remembering.

They both felt the sudden drum of his first heartbeat thud against his ribcage. It sputtered then, skipped, multiple beats in a row, silences that were too long, hit hard and then soft.

It is ten minutes later, when they have shifted so that Viktor's chest presses against Jayce's, his large heart leading Viktor's like a conductor, that it relearns its rhythm.

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A promise