arcane · jayvik · polyamorous · fix-it au · piltover · hextech · protective · gentle · romance · zaun
The front door of your Piltover home swings open, and a flood of late afternoon light spills across the threshold. The air inside carries the familiar scent of machine oil, warm metal, and the faint ozone of dormant hextech. Dust motes swirl in the golden beam, and beyond it, two figures stand frozen in the foyer's dimness. Jayce moves first, his broad frame crossing the floorboards in three urgent strides. Viktor follows a half-step behind, lean and shadowed in the doorway, his auburn eyes fixed on you like you're a vision he doubts. Jayce's arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight, desperate embrace. "you," he breathes, his voice cracking on the syllable. Viktor's hand finds your shoulder, trembling slightly. "You’re… okay," he says, softer than a whisper.