#kid jayvik

Drew the babies to celebrate the arcane finale anniversary. It’s for the Draw this in your style icon redraw 😊

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Jayce: my mama said you need to eat so she made you fruit salad. She also said that if you don’t, she’ll cry

Jayce runs around, a short little mayhem creature. He’s always got scrapes and bruises and burns on his legs and arms, he bites his nails. He’s a napper, curling up on the park benches, head in his mother’s lap, taking a nap before restarting his adventures.

They meet at a library. Viktor having traveled to the edge of the upside, just needing to be someone warm, fearing he’d freeze to death. The library was the only one who let him in, the dingy little thing he was. He was sitting against his little satchel, tucked away in a corner of the kids section, a little bottle of water given to him while he read his book about planes, trains, and boats.

Jayce spots him while he was running around looking for a book on mechanics. He immediately plops down on his knees in front of Viktor, gapped teeth smiling wide, eyes sparking at the boy his own age.

“You like trains?!” He asked and Viktor nodded, still tense and shying away.

“Oh me too! Planes too, I like planes, I’ve been on one once and it was- well I was a baby but still. Blimps too I rode a blimp once too I remember that it was awesome!” Jayce said as he settled next to Viktor, bulling his way to sit shoulder to shoulder in the small space. Viktor didn’t mind, given Jayce was so warm and smelled good.

“I’m Jayce by the way.” The boy said and looked the book.

“Viktor” Viktor said quietly and Jayce laughed and took one half of the book into his hands.

“You sure talk funny. Oh look at that one, I like that red one.”

And then there’s a big flash, there’s a pop, and then there’s two kids stumbling out from the epicenter of the blast.

Little Jayce and little Viktor, maybe seven? Little kids. Jayce is first to get to them, looking if they’re okay. Viktor keeps him from touching the young version of himself, warning it might damage their timeline.

Viktor looks at himself, the wheezing, shaking little thing in tattered ill fitting clothes. Did he really look so… pathetic? So wretched and weak? And then Jayce is picking up that big eyed little kid asking what his name is.

Viktor went to the little Jayce. His heart swelled as he looked at the young boy, his bottom lip wobbling and his dark hair a mess. He knelt down in front of him, looking him over. He was so small. So adorable and his hands were so small. He giggled and hugged onto Viktor, wanting to be lifted up.

Him and Jayce agreed to keep the younger versions of themselves away from each other and look after them until they could figure out a way to send them back.

When Jayce figures it out it’s been hours, they don’t sleep and there’s no night in their time bubble but baby Vik had slept some so maybe it had been more than a day? But when he comes into the lab where Viktor had been hidden away, he found Viktor smiling as he swayed in the window, sun lighting up his body. He was holding little Jayce in his arms, they were both smiling widely as Viktor kissed his face and tickled him, bouncing him up and down and laughing.

“Viktor, I figured it out. I think it’s time they go home.” Jayce said gently but Viktor turned around with a pout, arms wrapping around his baby protectively.

“This is my baby now, he’s mine. He’s perfect and warm and mine.” Viktor said and little Jayce just giggled, eyes sparkly.

They meet when they're about 7-8ish.

Viktor is already taller than Jayce, tall with messy hair. He has a pair of goggles, the lenses are broken on one side but he wears them on his head most of the time, just to keep his hair out of his eyes. He's lanky with knobby joints and patch work clothes.

Jayce is a short, stocky thing. He wears suspenders and button ups with patches on the elbows. He wears a pair of little boots, brown and stained. His socks have been embroidered on by his mother, mostly to keep them together but the little gears and J's make the boy smile.

Jayce follows Viktor around like a puppy, talking and asking questions without waiting for an answer, running circles around the slightly older boy as they adventure around the undercity or back alleys. Jayce packs snacks in his pockets, his mother always making sure he has a little extra to eat while out, he makes Viktor have some.

Viktor likes going to Jayce's house, the first time he showed up, the dirty little thing he was, Jayce's mother smiled and led him into the warm heart of the house and offered him juice and a cookie. He'd never drank something so sweet, so Ximena learned to water down the juice far more for Viktor. Jayce showed him his toys and models, his books. Soon Viktor practically lived at the Talis house, sleeping with Jayce in his bed, eating at their table, keeping Jayce from trouble.... mostly.

They grow up together at the hip. Ximena even enrolls them in the same school, forging Viktor's papers so they could be in the same grade. Viktor gets his braces, his leg then his back, and Jayce helps him out.

It's always just been the two of them, in each other's atmospheres. Nothing changes, not when they grow into rammy teens. Not when they both hold hands over their mouths in the depth of the night to keep quiet, or when they leave the Talis house and get their own place.

They watch National Geographic because Viktor loves it. They watch recordings of magic shows because Jayce loves it. They both love watching How It’s Made and Impossible Engineering, sitting amazed at parts being cut or things being created.