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Summary:

Jayce and Viktor vanish from the roof of the Hexgate and reappear thirty years later completely unchanged: Jayce still bruised and broken, Viktor still behind the Machine Herald's mask.

Meanwhile, the twin cities of Piltover and Zaun have continued on without them. Science and magic meet in startling ways, the dead rise, and foreign political powers threaten to undermine the work done to recover from the battle three decades prior. Veteran champions struggle to protect the city's foundations while young, upstart rebels fight to determine its future. The waters are rising, the forests are evolving, and the peoples of Runeterra are finding new ways to make old mistakes.

And, in the middle of it all, Jayce and Viktor figure out how to be.

(Oct. 26th, 2025) Hello! I am not dead, both in the sense that fic writers normally use that phrase and also literally---if you know you know. As to why I haven't written, well, to use another popular saying literally: I've been losing braincells. This tends to get in the way of my productivity. Writing is slow but happening, so please have patience while the author gets their shit together. The Boys of Progress aren't the only ones figuring out how to be.)

Chapter 1: (Landing Page)

Chapter Text

[2024-12-04]

Welcome to the landing page for butterfly soup. Consider this place a bit of a dev diary. Skip to the next chapter if you're just here for the reading.

STATEMENT OF INTENT:

butterfly soup is about death being the end only if you assume the story is about you. It's about life only getting more complex and messy, not less. Never less. It's about love, change, and my slow death spiral as I read through League of Legends lore. It's also about plants.

More than anything, I need Viktor and Jayce to be extremely normal-abnormal about each other. But this fic is also going to explore a lot of the world that Arcane left us with, notably the Nation of Zaun plot that died with Silco, the consequences of Caitlyn and Vi's relationship as borne out through their family, and the aftermath of the Battle of the Hexgates even as it's made "palatably abstract". Just give me a second, let me cook, and we can all play in this space together. Deal?

TAGS/WARNINGS:

Everything that Arcane brings to the table, that's on the table here, too. Of note are violence, child death, and body horror. I love me some good, clean body horror. (melts ya boy like a popsicle) (what who said that)

CHARACTERS PRESENT THUS FAR (THE FACTS ARE THESE):

  • Jayce and Viktor: as seen on TV. They call me the acceleration rune the way I cut and paste bitches between continuities.
  • Vi and Ekko: ayo it's the remix.
  • Caitlyn and Mel: waiting just off stage left.
  • Jinx: don't worry about it (smile)
  • Orianna: a non-character made extremely character.
  • Callista and Atlas: if you're mean to my kids then I'm legally obligated to beat you to death.

 

[2024-12-08]

I've come to terms with how this story is a Jayce/Viktor fic masquerading as an exploration into the direction that Piltover and Zaun would head after the close of the series. The League of Legends got me; I bought the Runeterra lore book yesterday. I'm glad that I get to inherit Arcane's interest in Noxus, because that particular investigation into what an empire is culturally is so fascinating. Anyways, you know it's over for you when you're flipping through a book and out loud say to yourself "Oh, so they do capitalize Sump". Banish me to the woods with a hatchet and a Snickers bar.


[2024-12-15] Updated for Act II 2025-02-24.

THE PLAYLIST:

[ACT I]

Boreas by The Oh Hellos;

Maybe then my breath could embody
A wildfire starting
I'd sweep up the forest floor
And my body'd breathe life into the corners
Be a darker soil

Recover by CHVRCHES

And if I recover, will you be my comfort?
Or it can be over, or we can just leave it here

Press Restart by WALK THE MOON

Up-shift, and the wind in my face
I could use a little time and space
Just broke the hell out of my heart

Everything Goes On by Porter Robinson

But if I was gone tomorrow, won't the waves crash on?
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Someday I'll be overcast, but you won't have to cry
'Cause we'll do the grieving while I'm by your side

Into the Storm by Marianna's Trench

Below me, Below you
The old me, the old you
We never surrender
Just repeat this
Long goodbye

Soap by The Oh Hellos

I know, maybe you're not quite ready
To loosen your hold
On the safety blanket
You been keeping around your shoulders
But your sums and your pieces
Are enough to make you whole
You gotta let go

...

It's gonna hurt like hell
But we're gonna be well
I'll give you my best shot

Creator (Music Box Version) by Lena Raine

[Instrumental]

 

[ACT II]

Waterloo by ABBA

Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo, promise to love you forevermore
Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

Nothing You Can Take From Me by Rachel Zegler & The Covey Band

Thinkin' you're so fine
Thinkin' you could have mine
Thinkin' you're in control
Thinkin' you'll change me
Maybe rearrange me
Think again if that's your goal

My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars by Mitski

I work better under a deadline
I work better under a deadline
I pick an age when I'm gonna disappear
Until then I can try again
Until then I can try again

Bethlehem Steel by Delta Rae

A restless kid wants to use his hands
He's got a real quick trigger and some new demands
He grows up fast, and he grows up real
And when he comes around, he finds there's no more steel

Soul-shaking, to his knees
He's got the same old rocket and a new disease
And he won't take it, on his neck
He's talking red hot whiskey, he's got no respect

Aristocrat by New Politics

Cause you’re a rich bitch and you’re super bad
With your black lips and your taxi cabs
I’m a quick fix for the shit you lack
Dirty porcelain, sick aristocrat

Empires on Fire by BANNERS

Like a city overthrown
We're turning buildings into stone
We leave the bodies to the crows
On a funeral of fire

Now we're choking on the fumes
Spread the lie and kill the truth
They're in the ashes of the proof
We watch the flames rise higher

Years of War by Porter Robinson

Oh, two hundred years of war
Fight 'til we are no more
A curse on the streets of gold, oh, oh
Just know, that mine is a hand to hold
Take back what the kingdom stole
A curse on the streets of gold

Million Pieces by Bastille

It breaks my heart
Breaks my heart into
A million pieces, oh
It breaks my heart into
A million pieces
If it's gonna break me
Won't you let me go?
Leave it till the morning
I don't wanna know
Breaks my heart
Breaks my heart into
A million pieces


[25-01-23]

FURTHER READINGS/INSPIRATION BOARD

BOOKS:

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

bolobolo by Hans Widmer

Trans & Disabled: An Anthology of Identities & Experiences edited by Alex Iantaffi

 

FILM:

The Wind Rises from Studio Ghibli

Wolf Children from Studio Chizu

 

OTHER MEDIA:

SOMA from Frictional Games

 

INTERNET ACCOUTREMENTS

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park by Trevor Roberts

SCP-7408 / DR KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING

Wolf 359 Ep.41 "Memoria" by Gabriel Urbina

 

 

[more entries to follow at a later date]