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2026-03-22
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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

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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.