I love the Arcane OST because what do you mean the song about Jayce suffering the consequences of his scientific hubris (To Ashes and Blood) has a lyric alluding to the song about Viktor crossing the threshold into godhood (The Line).
To Ashes and Blood - Woodkid
The Line - Twenty One Pilots
BONUS
"To Ashes and Blood" also has this line that could be read as "Jayce if you perverse the rules of nature by resurrecting Viktor you kill EVERYONE."
God I love this OST
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finally found a jayvik edit with francesca by hozier!!!! it’s one of the best i’ve ever seen!!!!!
Changed my brain chemistry
Jayce needs to get clocked by Ekko for damaging the Firelight tree idc
Never sat right with me that this season saw Piltover poisoning Zaun in so many ways and it was never addressed.
So without furtner ado, here's my fix-it
The dots connected in Ekko’s head. The Hexgates. The Hex Vault. Ekko knew enough about machines to know that something as massive as the Hexgates must demand excessive amounts of energy. And the price of that energy needs to be expelled somewhere. The Undercity’s waters and ventilation. “It was you!” Ekko said, pushing Jayce. As large as Jayce was, he was no fighter. He stumbled back. Every ounce of a fight in Jayce seemed to have gone away. There was only regret. “I should have told Viktor… he’s from Zaun, he would have known better…” Jayce’s eyes started to water. Ekko frowned further. Of course someone from the Undercity would still be cast aside in a place like this. “Any time it rains, it’s Zaun that gets wet!” Ekko shouted. Furious, he grabbed Jayce by the collar as the two fell to the ground.
This is Chapter 4 of a mainly Viktor-centric fic but with POVs and storylines from other Zaunites :D
An AU where Viktor is still part human after fusing with the Hexcore, love-hating Jayce for turning him into a machine.
“I… you didn’t save me,” Viktor managed to say, the ghost of their kiss still lingering on his lips. “You cursed me.” Jayce shook his head rigorously, eyes growing wide. “No, no, I saved you. You were right, the Hexcore works —” “Look at me Jayce!” Viktor yelled. “I’m a monster!” “No!” Jayce shouted back. “You’re Viktor. My Viktor,” Jayce said, his voice lowering to a whisper. He walked to Viktor slowly, as if he was scared that Viktor would scurry away if he saw any sudden movements. “What you did… was selfish, Jayce,” Viktor said, his voice cracking. “This isn't right. This isn’t love.” Jayce merely looked at him. He was hurt… but he also knew that Viktor was right. His devotion was self-serving. In many ways, it would have been kinder to let Viktor die as who he was: a man from Zaun who wanted to help his people through science. But resolution set itself in Jayce’s eyes as he stared at Viktor. “I don’t care if you hate me. I would do it again, and again, and again,” Jayce whispered.
Finally got around to writing a fic that's been in my head for awhile! I want to delve into a what-if where Viktor was more involved in the Zaun Vs. Piltover story and I think the way to do that was to still maintain some of his humanity after being (unwillingly) transformed by Jayce — and choosing to mechanize himself after going back to Zaun. Featuring a Darker! Jayce and Darker! Viktor but still grounded on the show's plot.
I love, love love Arcane S2 but i 100% think things could have been better, esp for pacing. In my head, Viktor doesn't become Jesus. He chooses to go to the Undercity (without Sky's influence) and slowly *builds* his way up to becoming the Machine Herald—actually using his skills as a scientist instead of gaining powers. Lemme know what you think!
I want to explore how horrified Viktor is at what Jayce did to his body, and the angst, resentment and love that comes with it.
Wrote a short, Viktor centric POV i might expand cuz goddamn why cant I get Arcane out of my head
A moment. The gods only spared Viktor a moment to gain even the slightest comprehension of what happened. His mind, while lightning quick, barely registered the explosion. To some degree, he felt it. Viktor's eyes forced themselves shut at the excruciating light. His ears rang as his skin felt initial wave of the blast — and then the searing heat that came after, burning the skin he just marked. It was his lungs—his damned, doomed lungs—that roared in pain. His lungs filled with dirt, grit, and soon enough, smoke. (If he had more than a moment, he might have pondered how anyone could have garnered the immense power it took to attack the highest seat of power in Piltover). He felt himself flung against a hard surface. If Viktor was allowed one more moment, he would have thought about Jayce. He would have thought about the boy he found on a ledge all those years ago. He would have thought about floating in blue magic with the man who would become his best friend and partner. He would have thought about gap-toothed smiles and knowing looks that only they understood. If he was luckier, Viktor would have thought about him. He might have even tried to look for Jayce through the smoke and fire. But Viktor, who has had to earn everything for himself since crawling out of the Undercity, was not granted such luck. Viktor had spent his life seeking solutions for problems, and it took him one moment to know: I am about to die.