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ONE MILLION HAPPY ENDINGS

Summary:

After it's all said and done, Jayce and Viktor wake up in the other side — lost in the middle of a thick, vibrant jungle. What seems like the end is just the beginning.

Jayvik doujinshi, drawn in black and white. Updating as it is finished.

Notes:

Hello! This is a prologue, and thank you for time, support & patience. The first slice of this comic is 15 pages, already drafted + posted as I finish. The complete thing should be around 40pg. Not set in the same universe as my last fic! 🪲

I am updating on bsky and tumblr.

Chapter 1

Notes:

April 18 edit: all first 15 pages now included!

Chapter Text

Page 1, panel 1. A burst of arcane darkness. it reads, You awake… then panel 2 completes that sentence: In the Jungle. It is a shot of viktor from behind, long haired and wrapped in a blanket. wilderness stretches out before him, thick with woods and leaves. the greenness of the trees is the only part of the page with color. Panel 3, he examines his body, baffled. Alive. Himself. Panel 4: Not alone. Viktor hears a laugh to his right and turns to see Jayce laying down on the grass not too far away from him. Panel 5: a close up of Jayce’s smiling, shiny, breathless face. He grins, showing the gap between his teeth and says: Quite the landing, huh? Panel 6: Not alone. The rest is of little concern. Aerial shot of viktor throwing himself over jayce, both of them rolling in the grass and hugging, their bodies tangled. Viktor's blanket trails in the soil. Jayce wears his fur coat from the last battle. Thick trees loom over the couple, dappling them in the shade, sunlight peeking through. title: one million happy endings, a jayvik doujinshi by hexhomos. end page.
Page 2, panel 1: viktor's bare feet walk the grass, moist dew dripping from his soles as he moves. Narration reads: Rain graced this soil just a few hours ago. What a sweet air, you think. Panel 2, Jayce and viktor walk under a curtain of swirly vegetation, peppered with blooming fruit. Jayce has lent his fur coat to viktor, who wears it in an oversized fashion. The humid habitat feeds a vast wealth of flora. Panel 3, jayce and viktor walk on a tree trunk bridge so massive they seem like two tiny ants. Dragonflies soar in and out of bounds, colored in holographic shades of blue and purple. A wealth of insects, says the narration. Panel 4, continuing: And a rather… slippery terrain. One could fall at a moment's notice. The pair makes their way down a natural knot of crooked wooden branches, where someone has hammered in planks to be used as a ladder. Viktor arrives on the ground first and assists jayce, who seems to have a bit more caution. end page.
Page 3, panel 1: You tire before sunset. Barely a day's walk. A shot from behind of a tired jayce leaning on a tree trunk, the sun high above his head. Viktor watches him with concern on his face Panel 2, closing up on Viktor's raised hand, his fingers slowly reaching for Jayce’s shirt. He says, hey… and pauses. Panel 3, a sudden flashback to their time in the past as lab partners; the room filled with grayer tones, fuzzy at the edges. Viktor is overworked. Jayce touches Viktor’s shoulder, bringing him a bowl of warm soup. He smiles gently, and says, much in the same tone; It's been a while, don't you think? We can always finish this tomorrow. Panel 4, back to the present, where viktor has just echoed his words. he leans his head on Jayce’s shoulder, feeling embarrassed, and continues speaking: Besides… I would like to lay down and rest a little… with you. A trail of pink bubbles decorates the panel. a cartoony heart bounces on Jayce’s head. He's flustered. Panel 5: Accepting Viktor’s suggestion, Jayce hugs him tightly, nested in the corner of the tree. The camera pans away from them, the dense jungle framing their bodies in a storybook fashion. They haven't walked enough to get out. short grass, large bushes, stone formations and many, many tiny mushrooms sprout from the ground, leading the eye. The narration says: It’s strange, how familiar this newness feels. end page.
Page 4, panel 1: KRAKABOOM! A zagged flash of harsh lightning suddenly cuts through the page. Some time has passed. The tropical storm returns at night. panel 2, viktor looks on to the horizon with a concerned face, taking shelter inside a cave. His hair is wet and frazzled, reflections of the rain outside show in his expression. In the background, jayce is sitting by a small bonfire, warming his fluffy coat so its not humid. Panel 3; viktor turns around from the wet mouth of the cave and asks: Are you positive there is a town out there? the wind is strong. he holds his hair back as it blows. Jayce nods in reply. Mostly. Maybe. panel 4, his speech continues: I saw light just behind the mountain. jayce says. the whole square is black, the outline of a mountain peak shaded in soft gray. In the middle of the slopes, there are spurs of light. end page.
Page 5, panel 1. A smiling jayce continues speaking, gazing at viktor from the side. rain droplets fall from his hair. It was brief, but I could see the outline of a paved road and a villa. should be less than a day's walk from here. Panel 2, viktor tilts his head playfully, moving closer. And since when have you become the expert seeing eye? He grins, going for friendly ribbing. but jayce stills. Panel 3: shot from further back, just jayce lit by the fire. The narration says: You sense hesitation in his reply. Jayce’s balloon comes with a delay like he's mulling his answer. at the end he says: Recently, I guess. his gaze downcast. Panel 4, the biggest of them all, is all the lower half of the page. the narration continues: It's short. clipped. recently you have spent a lot of time apart. you wonder if he keeps his distance out of fear. or if it means, Don't look at me. the dark rocky insides of the cavern cover jayce and viktor in shadow, the fire between them as the only source of persistent light. Jayce sits on one side, laying his coat flat, no longer looking at viktor. the fire makes his large shadow on the wall seem like a hunched man. On the other side of the room viktor looks on, the silhouette he's casting looming over the scene like the arcane herald's wispy edgy limbs. white letters are inscribed in the monstrous figure, confessing: In truth, you wish you could reach out to pry into his mind. end page.

Page 6, panel 1. The lineart has changed to hot sparkly pink. the lines are loose and wild, bursting out of the panels. It was so easy the last time, the narration reads, on a close shot of viktor & jayce's faces leaning against each other, their foreheads smashed together to the point the form of each body is indiscernible. it's based on the final astral plane scene at the end of arcane. they gaze deeply and lovingly into one another's eyes. Panel 2; Viktor's pink hand making contact with Jayce’s forearm, sending sparks flying. the narration continues: One brush of your fingertips, and you were as one. Panel 3; One perfect heartbeat, one single soul. Panel 4: not alone. the pink lines grow thinner, the light of the arcane taking over. the lower half of jayce & Viktor’s faces are depicted, open lips overlapping in a not quite kiss, their bodies almost fused. It's effulgent, and then its gone. Panel 5 is dark black, opening down the page like an abyss. arcane strings of pure darkness rip at their seams. narration reads; and now, returned to your old self… you miss him like a hole in your heart. Viktor stands alone in the chasm, naked, pale, bones protruding. The color is sapped out of him. Panel 6: a thinner, long distance cutaway of episode 7 jayce right after he climbed out of the ravine, looking up to stare inside mage viktor's shadowy cloak. He seems like an imposing figure. Narration says; Jayce has never kept a secret from you before. now he does. the mere thought of that stranger touching him is enough to burn you up inside. Next panel- a shot of only Jayce’s legs, focusing on his complex brace. narration asks; is he to blame for the broken leg? the scars? for the six months you spent thinking jayce was dead? in the last panel, there is an isolated flashback of viktor in his commune, surrounded by a field of swaying flowers and his own solitude, nothing else. end page.
page 7. this page is a 9 panel grid, each square being the same size and shape except for the very last. Panel 1, pure black with white letters. narration: Are you to blame for his misfortune? Are his wounds the covert price of your good health? Panel 2. Viktor at a gala, watching jayce smile wide in the spotlight while he blurs in the background. Text: I ENVY YOU. Panel 3: pure black, narration. You want to say: I looked for you everywhere. there wasn't one day- one second where I didn't think of you. the lower half of Viktor's face is depicted, his eyes shadowed by his own speech bubble. Panel 4, continuing that thought inside his head: Sometimes I wish I never met you at all. The art is a memory of jayce in their lab the day viktor is revived and they split apart. Jayce is wrapped in bandages, his arm semi raised as if begging viktor to accept him. he is rejected. Panel 5. Black. You want to say: I think I ruined your life without meaning to. Just as you ruined mine. Panel 6: flashback to season 1 viktor visiting singed's lab, withering under the pressure of his terminal diagnosis. Singed's hand holds up a purple shimmer vial, casting neon lights over Viktor's gaunt face. Narration reads: I was supposed to be a rational man. Panel 7, black. Thought continues: To desire nothing. to be self-sufficient. Leave the world better than I found it. Panel 8: a close up shot of Viktor's naked body, runes carved onto his chest and arms. he bleeds purple shimmer. text reads, like a mantra: jayce will understand. Panel 9, at last, breaks the bounds of the others to make the whole end of the page a dark ink splotch. viktor stands alone in the middle of it, head bowed in shame. He hesitates in speaking, simply saying “I…” and pausing. The narration ends the thought in his head; but I desired more. end page.

Page 8, panel 1. Back in the real world, Jayce begins coughing, and he does it loudly. His speech balloon is big and zagged at the edges, breaking away from black and white to be a mess of dissonant color. It echoes. The panel is a closeup shot of the lower half of his face as he turns away to spittle into his forearm and not viktor. He’s still coughing in panel 2, over a closeup shot of viktor’s horrified face. Lighting seems to strike past his widened eye as he realizes exactly where he is in the present. Panel 3, viktor scrambles to jayce’s side, crouching next to his body and placing his hands around his torso as if to stabilize him. Jayce sustains himself upright by his arms and laughs bitterly. He tries to say it’s nothing, i’m alright, but viktor interrupts him with: don’t lie to me. Jayce insists: I promise it’s nothing. I’m just cold is all. He keeps smiling as viktor looks on with worry. Panel 4 comes in like a quick recovery. Jayce turns to viktor full of unearned confidence, some drool still on his chin, and tries to put on a charming air. Shoddily drawn flowers pop up around his expression. He says: Hey… what if the only way to heal me is prolonged skin-to-skin contact? On the foreground, viktor is resistant to his flirting attempt, gritting his teeth. An exaggerated anime angry vein is pulsing on the back of his shoulder. Not funny, he mutters. You’re not going to distract me with a stupid joke, either. Panel 5, jayce sighs, being more honest. His gaze drifts down to address this more openly. He says: It’s just a sore throat, I think. I haven’t been really… eating… like I used to. More quietly, he continues; I hate to see you making that face. Panel 5; Viktor acquiesces. Lay down and i’ll stop, he says, huffing the tension away. Jayce responds with an offscreen but interested oh? End of page.
Page 9 begins with soft fuzzy white narration, stating: thus, you settle on this sleeping arrangement for the night. Most of this page is one huge skewed illustration of jayce and viktor cuddling while they share the singular fur collared overcoat jayce wore for the final battle. They’re using it as a layer to pad the ground and as a little bit of a blanket, jayce seems to have pulled one side of it to disproportionately shield viktor from the elements. Jayce’s happy and self-satisfied face is leaning on top of viktor’s forehead. Viktor is cozied up to his side, face resting on the crook of his neck. One of his arms is perched on Jayce’s chest. The floor of the cavern is dark and rocky, but in this moment it's almost as if it were filled with celestial stars. Are you sure you can rest like this? Viktor asks, and jayce replies with a joyful hum. Running towards the bottom of the page, the narration continues: You ask him if he’d like a bigger piece of the blanket, and jayce declines, like a loon. I’m already in heaven, he insists. You hope that’s just a figure of speech. Panel 2, a shot of viktor watching his partner’s expression keenly, head pillowed on jayce’s chest. He asks; come morning, do you think you’d like to stay in that town of yours? Panel 3, a closeup of jayce as seen from viktor’s lower angle. He’s relaxed, entering the meditation before sleep. His head sits above the coat’s fur. With his eyes closed, he answers in a quieter voice: If it’s peaceful, yes. Gods, I would love a vacation. The light from the bonfire seems to send wisps up the room. Narration continues to the side of his face, stating: he sounds distressingly older, when he speaks like that. End of page.

Page 10, panel 1: spurred by Jayce’s words, Viktor braces himself on his partner's chest, smiling with interest. A vacation…? he says. Color me curious. Well, go on then, paint me a pretty picture. Panel 2, he continues to ask: what does that look like? the panel is a small shot of Jayce’s sleepy eyes, seeming to shine in the firelit dark. Jayce begins speaking, and his words carry on to panel 3, projected onto an idyllic sunny sky. It's warm all year round. Gull-singing weather. The art depicts an elated Jayce wearing loose robes and a large brimmed beach hat, enjoying the fresh breeze. Panel 4, larger in scope, opens up to an horizontal shot of jayce and viktor over a sculpted wooden bridge. They are in profile, overlooking the shores of an Ionian city built by the water. Jayce walks with a cane. In the horizon there are little boats, many houses with distinct askew architecture, incorporating all the trees and wildlife from the forest as a feature of the community. flower petals surf the breeze. Shrines are sculpted into the mountains. Bridges are nestled among the cliffs. They are illuminated by a round moon, and by the radiance of paper lanterns. Jayce leads viktor by the hand across the bridge, and his narration says: nobody knows our names. no one cares about hextech, or piltover- we get lost in the crowd. Panel 5, drawn in a delicate frame of leaves and flowers, focuses on their interlaced hands. He says: Far away from prying eyes, free to be ourselves. Jayce’s wrist is marked by hexcore scars. The inside of Viktor's arm also carries a spark-shaped mark. In the last panel, his narration concludes: Whoever we want to be. For as long as we want to be. over a shot of Jayce and Viktor strolling through the center of that Ionian city, surrounded by children carrying sweet treats or vastayan locals going about their groceries. We get a better look at viktor, wearing his blanket like an offshoulder cape. his hair is bound in a low and thin ponytail. he's got sandals and loose, flappy shorts. He holds Jayce’s hand and seems to chat excitedly. Though his imagination is heartwarming, Jayce’s eyes do not show in any of the panels. end page.
Page 11, panel 1. Narration: he falls asleep muttering the last word: happy. The panel shows a terrified viktor, cowering onto a sleeping Jayce’s chest. His eyes are wide and troubled. Panel 2, pure ink black. white letters. Harsh penstrokes in the background. Happy. What a beautiful dream that was. But he really has no clue, does he? no idea of what's really waiting outside. Panel 3, viktor sits up, staring straight ahead. Eyes white. Narration continues: no, that honor is all yours. your divine burden. The background has transformed into the connected astral plane of the arcane herald, punctuated by many mortal flames. Viktor's inhuman form soars in the sky, arms open, surveying the landscape. Panel 4, narration. You see them on the horizon, waiting. An army of glimmering stars. The astral plane's vision breaches behind the mountain, near the shore, where a military noxian battleship is stationed, surrounded by tents. the black and white shades are disrupted by dissonant pure red. Panel 5, narration. wearing runes around their necks. On their armor, and their knives. The panel depicts two noxian soldiers aggressively sparring on the ground, one pushing his polearm onto the other's throat. The soldier on the floor resists, his nose bloodied. Both men wear a bright green rune accessory, one as a necklace and the other as a bracelet. Panel 6, narration. You count at least a dozen in land. More sleep soundly in the water, fat off a day's training. This panel is an askew shot of the tents seen from the civilian level. they look imposing, all the light inside painted blood red. Soldiers patrol the area, while the mothership sends a trail of smoke up the dark sky. Panel 7, is a thin slice off to the side, a splatter of fresh blood. end page.

Page 12, panel 1: a large vertical slice that takes over the left half of the page. It’s the black horizon, dotted with the white-red flames of the souls beyond the mountain. The camera is at viktor’s back, watching him as he watches the sky fall over his head. Narration says; tonight, you are safe in this cave. Lucky you. But what about tomorrow? Panel 2, the camera refocuses, showing his immediate reality. It’s the cave, and its viktor, a sleeping jayce by his side covered by the jacket blanket, and a crackling fire right in front of him, the flames growing unruly and absurdly large as viktor glares inside the pit. Fwoosh. They reach skyward like a whip. Panel 3, a closeup of viktor’s intense glare. His pupils are as white as the fire. Narration says: Jayce is in no condition to fight. He hides it well, but you know… panel 3, a closeup shot of Jayce’s wrist, scarred by hexcorization. Panel 4 says: A body… a human body has its limits. The lines frame a drawing of jayce in profile, his naked body whited out. In place of clothes or anatomical details, he is covered by the hexcore scar, growing pink and fungi like into his arms, torso, face, and injured leg. End page.
Page 13. Panel 1. Viktor thinks: beings of flesh and blood can die so easily. It’s terrifying. The panel depicts him hugging Jayce tightly, stuffing his arms inside the jacket, his leg between jayce’s, burying his head on his partner’s chest. For his part, jayce seems so deeply asleep he does not stir at the contact. Panel 2, an image of a piltovan toy knight with his head ripped from his shoulders. Its body scatters on a table uncomfortably, lying on a puddle of oil that looks like blood. Those are viktor’s thoughts plaguing him. What if. What if? Panel 3, pure black fading into gray. Narration. Exhausted, Viktor drifts away with a promise. Panel 4, the last one, is framed by darkness and snow blowing in chunks from outside the page. Baby jayce, trapped in the snowstorm, is seen screaming help from afar. Viktor’s promise is as follows: I won’t let you come to harm. End page.
Page 14. This page is made up of 6 symmetrical panels, no words. Starting from the top, they all depict viktor from the back, his face cut off frame. First is the herald of the arcane, floating high among the stars and surveying all the gentle soul flames of the people he has raptured. His cape billows out of frame, regal. Incomprehensibly powerful magic. Panel 2, viktor in the abandoned commune, as he was before it died yet watching the empty hollow tents left like husks after his death. A paradox. Panel 3, Viktor in the hextech lab he once shared with jayce, after he steps out of the cocoon. His hair still wet, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. He is framed by the false light of the window they kept in their laboratory. Newly transformed. Panel 4; viktor from the end of season 1, after his terminal diagnosis. His posture is pained, skewed south. His head is bowed, finally inside the frame. Covered in shadow. He is at the very edge of the water tower, at the center of the hole where he almost killed himself. Panel 5, child viktor in the creek where he played with his boat, at the opening of Singed’s cavern/hidden laboratory. He turns to face the viewer, and his face is a blotch of pure black ink. It almost looks like a fountain of blood in motion. Panel 6, a lonely white figure at the bottom of a black page, child viktor, faceless, staring straight ahead. An empty hole for a face. End page.
Page 15; only one panel, in the corner. The rest of the page is black and gray and punctured textures. I won’t let you come to harm. It is written, rewritten, scrawled and rasped 50 times in this single page, litany against failure. I won’t let you come to harm. I won’t. The single panel is a close up of child viktor, burrowing carved ink black hole face seeming almost cruel as he tilts his neck to ask: Won’t you? Big words, for a boy without a mouth. End page.