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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Hii Im not sure if you take requests right now but if you do could you perhaps write a Viktor (Arcane) x Reader when its new Years Eve but reader is afraid of the fireworks and he is comforting her?

Also I rather went anon cause this is self indulgent as hell but you can call me V everyone (its the first letter of my name :))

Happy new year to you and to everyone else! <3

Hi, V! Yeah don't worry, I do take requests jfhfjhf <3 Let's pretend I uploaded this right on the first pls 🥺🥺 Happy New Year to you too! :3 I have to say that I LOVED this idea because I'm also afraid of fireworks hehehe 🤝

Let Me Be Your Shelter

Viktor x gn!Reader-----973 words----SFW

Tags: Fluff, just fluff| This is my special of New Year okay? (Thanks V <3)

It was Progress Day. The Ceremonial Hall inside the Academy was flooded with the echo of Jayce's speech over the microphone, though muffled inside the backstage you were peeking through to observe the stage.

You felt the brush of Viktor's vest against your hips as he moved, unsure of his hold of the lever after hearing his partner's resolution not to present their inventions. You looked at him, caressing his arm to try to cheer him up.

However, your words of encouragement died when the end of the presentation came abruptly when fireworks exploded behind the building and into the sky. Flashes of multicolor painted flicking brushes of yellow, red, and blue.

As with a thunderstorm sieging the city while you were inside your bedroom, the loud booms of the explosions reverberated inside the isolated space. Despite the cacophony of your rampant heartbeat, you couldn't drown the sounds that continued for way too long.

Fear had prickled your jaw into clenching, eyes forcefully closed as you threw your arms around Viktor's waist to hide your face against his clothes.

The action made him drop his crutch, the clanking of metal sending shivers down his body—you wanted to focus on it to distract yourself from the external event.

Thankfully, Viktor was an excellent disruption himself.

You heard his frenetic heartbeat matching yours now that the right side of your face was firmly pressed against his chest. Your breathing was suddenly very loud, an emulation of his own as one of his hands gently rested on your lower back, the other hovering higher.

He shushed you, whispering soothing words too close to your ear, moving the locks that hung on your forehead. Perhaps the tingling sensation growing in your stomach was a result of it, too. Viktor tried to create a sort of a cocoon with his head leaned down, shoulders hunched toward you.

Your listening capacity was reduced to the soft, almost rhythmic cadence of his voice.

The fireworks suddenly finished too quickly. But you still had Viktor's vest filling your fists with the fabric, and your nose was buried in his shirt, smelling the mix of coffee and soap out of it. He didn't push you away either.

You didn't hear the steps coming down the stage, though you did hear the clipboard knocking on the wooden floor followed by a soft hissed curse.

It was Jayce. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll leave now. I was never here. I'm sorry!" he muttered like a prayer as he bent down to take his notes and quickly dipped to the way he had come.

The room was dark, but even with the dimmed light from the Ceremonial Hall, you could see Viktor's face was tinted a deep pink.

You were still too close, still hanging on his arms.

"I—uh. Sorry." You jumped back, feigning straightening your clothes so you could avoid his gaze. "I'm—I'm scared of fireworks and I… I guess it caught me off, guard."

He put a hand over your shoulder to make you look at him. His smile was tiny but warm. "It's alright. Let me walk you home, eh, in case they have planned another firework show, yes?"

*~*~*~*

You were both in bed, winter arriving too cold to dine in the living room. Even if it was New Year's Eve.

The windows were closed, curtains drawn, filled with mist of the warm shelter of pillows and blankets you and Viktor were tangled in.

Both reading a book gently balanced on each of your laps; his being one of physics and yours being a fiction novel.

Viktor checked the clock on his nightstand, running his fingers through your hair to catch your attention.

"It's almost time," he said, closing the book as he put it aside. Viktor patted his lap, his arms open as you leaned into his hug, your book sliding down your legs to the carpet.

It was almost midnight, the time when the firework show would be in full display to welcome the New Year into Piltover.

From under your pillow, he pulled out one of his Christmas gifts: it looked like a headphone winter case, but less cozy. It didn't have fur or fluffy fabric all around like the ones you saw in the boutiques in the Commercial District, instead replaced with insulating rubber. The metal headband was warm when you took it from Viktor's hand.

A strange gift, until he told you to put them on.

They were comfortable, like winter cases, but much lighter. Viktor was smiling, and he was saying something—you saw his lips moving— but the words were a mystery. You blinked, confused.

You couldn't hear him.

His hands were gentle while taking them off as you looked lost at your lap because your brain couldn't keep up with the new information.

"I'll take your expression of this being a successful prototype if you don't mind," he said, only half-joking as you threw yourself toward his body, toppling him over the couch. "Do you like them? Now you don't have to be afraid of fireworks, hmm?"

"Thank you," you said, voice a little cracked with emotion.

He brushed your cheek with his thumb. "Whatever for you, my love."

Now you were also tucked between his arms, eyes fixated over the horizon as fireworks exploded into the navy sky, stars faintly hidden by lightning and stardust, seeing the shadows tinted with a multitude of colors, from green, to pink, yellow, white, and blue.

You saw Viktor's eyes reflecting the light in purples and oranges and your heart did a cartwheel when he looked back, cupping one of your cheeks while leaning to give the first kiss of the year.

"I love you." You read his lips before you closed your eyes to kiss him back.

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sinning-23 · 2 years

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How're They in Bed?

arcane headcannons to quench my thirst :) enjoy hoes

Silco

-He’s pretty good

-8 inches, curves to the left

-very well groomed

-fucks like a god (only from previous experience that minx lol)

-expect rough yet slow strokes

-he is definitely a switch but preference to top

-i feel hes the type to be more of a dominant lover and want to have control.

-call him sir, it just does t for him

-has a thing for knives and shibari

-likes to bite or be bitten(he cant explain it that feral mf)

-will consider bottoming but has to lay down very strong, non-negotiable groudn rules

-very whiny and gasoy when he bottoms

-”O-Oh! Fukc, dont blow- OH!”

-falls asleep about half an hour after.

-not the best at aftercare but will try his best

-overallscore 9.5/10

Sevika

-of course she knows how ot fuck after how much time she spends at that damn brothel….

-she is skilled with her fingers, tongue, and the strap

-FREAKY ASF

-i mean sevika is downright nasty!

- will spit in your mouth

-Loves pillow princesses she wants to make sure she’s putting in good work.

-will try her damndest to get you to squirt (shes filthy i tell you)

-”Keep theses fucking legs spread.”

-Knows your clit ant handke anymore but doesnt care. She wants to rip as many orgasms from you as possible

-shes on the cream team

-doesnt shave, doesnt feel the need to since shes usually the one giving that receiving.

-expects to have that metal arm all over you (and in you)

-her strap is black and has plenty ridges along it

-7 inches

-will have you suck it for her, she loves that shit

-overallscore 8.5/10

Vander

-stfu coke can cock because i said so….

-long, strong, and here to bring the friction on (pls shoot me lmao mad unnecessary mc hamer lyric)

-Super veiny

-leaks hella

“Can my pretty pet fit all this in their mouth? Yeah? Show me”

-fucks in the mirror

“Look at how pretty you are, watch me fuck into you, feel me stretching you out”

Will coach you through it. And fuck is it hot

-has a thing for gags. Had one custom made for you speakingof which

-holds your hand when you cum

“Thats it, look at that face, so so so pretty. Wanna let me fuck this hole of youse just one more time?”

Wonderful at aftercare. Knows he can be a bit much in the package department so is always sire to help you out after.

-Overall score 10/10

Pretty good in bed ngl.

Shes cocky tho

Will show off her tats

Switch, and is happy with a either one

Please eat her out, she’ll beg so pretty she just wants to feel your mouth

“Oh god yes, yes, yes, please!”

-will squirt if you get her worked up enough

-She bites and bites hard. I feel like she also likes to leave lot of hickeys

-I feel likes shes got very pretty boobs.Like theyre perfect and always perky.

-slurps when she eats

-She likes to pull hair more times than not

-Is a bit clumsy(fell off the bed once)

-for th love of god bite her lip when you kiss her

-overall score 8/10

Viktor

-Oh lord

-i wont say he has no skill whatsoever, but its pretty limited.

-hen doesnt get intimate with very many an thinks the whole thing is very special

-He usually is the one reciving since his leg makes it a bit difficult to more and be as active as hed like with his partner

-nine times out of ten he’ll either have his partner ride or oral

-Is VERY good at coaching his partner

-”Yes, thats it, does that feel good? Perhaps i should curl my fingers upwards just.. Like…this-”

-very good with aftercare. Will bring you water and a warm towel.

-likes having his hair pulled

-is very sensitive i think, like just kissing th etip is enough to send him into a frenzy.

-overall score 9/10

Jayce

Oh jesus CHRISt

-bratty

-service top

-likes begging called “good boy”

-Has a thing gor shibari and blindfolds

-peg him, hes been waiting for this lmao

-Whiny when he moans but can get very growly/groan when hes close

-likes to be choked and bitten (Lil freakaleak)

-im not saying he has an authority kink….but i am saying that if a ‘yes sir/ma’am’ slips out dont hold it against him

-kinda really shitty at aftercar…welll its usually him that is at the reciving end ofthe aftercare but still!

-will fall asleep almost immediately after

-hes a pillow prince lmao

-overall score 7.5/10

Marcus

-bet you didntthink id write for this fucker lmao

-him an dhis stupis, shitty, sexy sideburns >:(

-marcus doesnt have secks…he fuck and fucks hard

-i feel likes hes the type to hatefuck and just be so filthy about it

-“Oh i bet you like that dont you slut? Like the way this cok feels inside you?”

-strangly enough is packing. I mena id have a bitchy attitude and act like i was the shit 24/7 if i has a monster cock too lmao

-fucks faces and loveeeesss wathcing his s/o choke on it

-’c’mon prince/princess i know you can take”

-Pulls hair, smacks ass,degrades like no other-

-aftercare sucks

-hes the type to blow his load and hit the road and then demand you fuck him again when you see eachother

-overstim 100%

-wil spit in your mouth, smirk, and make you swallow

-”look at you, being so obedient for me”

-overall score 9.5/10

#arcane #smUt #leageoflegends #marcus arcane #silco arcane #jayce talis #viktor arcane #vi arcane #sevika arcane #headcannns #x reader

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iwantofall · 2 years

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Based off a friends tweet

#acedraws #arcane #league of legends #jayce talis #viktor #jayvik #vikjayce #jayce: do NOT touch me #also jayce: pls hold me hand

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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(1/2) (If you'd like to take this as a prompt I would be honored, but pls don't be pressured!) Your Zaun family plot has got me all kinds of twisted aaaa 😩❤️ Imagine the Jayvik baby being babysat overnight by Silco & Vander after being asked by Viktor on short notice (cue Silco smirking at Jayce in the bg lmao). And while the night goes on Silco reverts back to his mommy mode when HIS kids were babies- nuzzling, Eskimo kisses, forehead kisses, etc.

(2/2) Vander gets all sentimental at Silco being a mommy again and remembers him while he was pregnant. Picture Silco nuzzling the baby to his neck while patting their tiny back 🥺 The night ends with the baby being placed between the two of them and getting their tummy gently stroked to lull them to sleep. Also Viktor & Jayce returning the next day to retrieve their baby and Silco won't give them back 😂 I love your writing and world building it's ridiculous really 🤧❤️

The below (under the cut) focuses a bit more on Vander remembering Silco with their own pups than his pregnancies but still – look I wrote it! (sorry it took a bit longer than originally expected) Also it’s a bit more bittersweet at times than I originally intended.

Oh and I went with Naph for the Jayvik kid in this one. Partially because in this verse Viktor has an even greater connection to his Zaun culture than in other verses, partially because it was the first name suggested to me.

Honestly in this verse Jayce and Viktor are kind of lucky they have very willing babysitting grandparents on both sides (you can’t tell me Jayce’s mom would say no if asked). They still try not to take too much advantage of it but you know they are very aware of their options and are grateful for them.

It’s like a three person (Vander, Viktor and Jayce) effort to try and get Silco to give the pup back in the morning. In the end it’s probably the pup himself crying because he misses Viktor that breaks him – Silco isn’t so jealous to deny his son his pup (nor his grandpup their parents). But they are absolutely to visit more. Or else.

It’s nice to have a baby around again.

Vander had always known the two of them would not enjoy being empty nesters. But he had assumed the nest needed to be empty before those feelings took hold and Jinx was still living with them as much as their youngest came and went as she pleased most of the time.

But having Naph for the night made Vander feel old and miss when his own kids had been that little.

“You are never to tell your sire I said this but Viktor could have done a lot worse than picking him to make you with,” Silco says as he finishes up changing Naphs’ diaper. “But you just picked the good bits to get from him didn’t you?”

Naph just grins and coos. Still much too young to understand the meaning behind the words but happy to bask in the attention being given to him.

Vander half expects Silco to make a comment about his first grandchild being dressed in Piltovan style as he gets the boy redressed. He supposes Silco can’t talk considering how his own style had developed with age. Naph looking perfectly in place when Silco settles him against his chest.

Would Silco have dressed their pups similarly if they had of been able to afford it when they were young?

“What are you thinking about?” Silco asks as he reaches for the wrap they had used for all their pups that Silco had pulled out of storage the month before Viktor was due with Naph. Vander has a suspicion Jayce gets more use out if it than Viktor but it is nice that they were able to hand something down to their grandchild.

“Just how far we’ve come,” Vander says, coming over to hug his mate from behind and look down at his grandchild.

He remembers making Benzo promise he’d look after Viktor if they ended up dead or in Stillwater and now they get to babysit their first grandchild and Vander is sure they’ll be around to see a few more born.

“There’s still more work to be done,” Silco says and as if on cue a knock on the bar door and Sevika stepping inside.

“I know you’re on babysitting duty tonight, but we need to talk,” Silco’s second in his criminal dealings says.

Silco gives him a look and Vander rolls his eyes because it isn’t like Sevika hasn’t seen them be affectionate before. He presses a kiss into Silco’s forehead and gently bops Naph’s little nose before going back to finishing up the end of day jobs he’d abandoned when their eldest had arrived with his mate and pup.

Silco nods at one of the clean tables of the bar and he and Sevika settle in to talk business. One of the upstart gangs had apparently decided to stand against them instead of with them. Which was a foolish choice before they tried to get Enforcers involved.

Silco bounces Naph as the two talk, keeping the boy calm and happy.

Twenty years ago it would have been Claggor or Mylo in Vander’s mate’s arms being settled for the night as Silco planned the next day’s move.

Much like his uncles, Naph seems happy enough at the situation.

When he does start to fuss Silco immediately turns his full attention onto him. His good eye quickly scanning the babe to figure out what’s wrong.

“He’s hungry,” Silco decides and Vander leans over to dig through the bag the pup’s parents packed for him to dig out a bottle.

“You’re not going to get a tit out are you?” Sevika asks. She had been around when Claggor and Mylo were young, although still just a young alpha determined to prove herself at the time. She must have seen Silco feed the boys during his meetings back then.

Silco snorts at the question.

“Unfortunately, my days of that have long passed,” he says as he walks over to where Vander had set up the bottle to heat up, testing it on his wrist to check it is the correct temperature. “It is amazing the technology that is available now if you can afford it. Viktor has a lot more freedom than I did at his age.”

“As if you wouldn’t have had them on your boob every chance you could,” Sevika says as Silco walks back over, settling Naph in with his bottle once he returns to his seat. The pup happy enough for his food to come from the synthetic teat over his Dam’s breast. “Admit it, you liked it too damn much.”

“It would have been nice to have a nigh off once in those years,” Silco says because he isn’t going to deny he enjoying nursing his pups. “Let Vander feed them for a change.”

Vander hadn’t thought about it at the time but it was an experience he had missed out on because it had never even been an possible option for them.

Silco returns to the reason Sevika was there. And Vander tires to return to cleaning up the bar but can’t help but be distracted by his mate and their grandkid. Even with the years that had passed Silco is still a natural at it all things babe. Easily burping Naph over his shoulder while he finishes up his business with Sevika. The alpha women woman heading off to execute their decision.

“You were very good,” Silco says to Naph once she’s gone. Nuzzling into the pup’s hair as he keeps Naph’s face by the scent gland on his neck.

Vander knows what his mate smells like right now without needing to get closer. He will never forget how wonderful Silco’s maternal scent was – a soft reassuring one that could calm even the most distressed pup.

Naph makes a soft, content cooing noise as he weakly nuzzles closer to Silco’s neck.

Silco shuts his eyes at it like he is at peace.

“They are so sweet when they are little,” he says.

“They are.” So innocent. Unaware of the difficulties of life so long as they have the care and affection of their family.

Naph nuzzles against Silco’s neck again before yawning. His eyes blinking as if he’s trying to fight off sleep.

“I think it might be bed time for him,” Vander says walking over. “Do you want me to take him? I know you have some paperwork you wanted to finish tonight.”

“It can wait,” Silco says. “I want to enjoy being with my grandson tonight.”

“Fair enough.” Vander isn’t going to argue with Silco taking a night off. His mate works too much keeping the Upper City happy and managing the hidden illegal revenue sources they maintain to fund Zaun’s growth. “But we should probably take this little one to bed.”

Naph giggles when Vander softly ruffles his hair before blinking tiredly up at him.

“We should,” Silco agrees, heading down beneath the bar to where their bedrooms are.

Vander isn’t at all surprised when Silco heads straight to their room. They’d always had their kids sleep with them until they were old enough to want their own bed.

Silco places Naph in the middle of the bed between their pillows. The new location apparently more interesting than sleep as Naph’s eyes explore the ceiling as he fights their want to close.

“He’s a curious one,” Vander says as he changes into sleep clothes.

“What else could be expected of Viktor’s child?” Silco asks, starting the longer process of changing himself. Vander does appreciate the fine look of his mate’s style but he’s never fully seen the value of going to the extra effect every day of one’s life.

But maybe Vander was biased – he always thought Silco looked his absolute best when he was far enough along in his pregnancies that Vander’s shirts were all they had to fit him. A shame they never got a photo of it.

Silco heads back to the bed once he’s changed. Settling into his side and reaching out to gently tickle Naph’s stomach. The pup smiling up at him for it.

“He’s not gonna’ go to sleep if you keep playing with him,” Vander says, getting into his side of the bed as Silco leans over to nuzzle at Naph’s stomach.

“I know,” Silco says only drawing away after peppering Naph’s face with kisses. “But he’s my grandson so I can let him stay up after bedtime.”

Vander snorts. As if Silco had ever been the one to actually enforce bedtime for any of their own pups – letting them all stay up in his office whenever asked until they more often than not fell asleep on the couch in there.

Naph seems to be losing his battle with sleep though. So Silco lies back down next to him, gently rubbing his stomach as the pup drifts off.

“I would have had another if I could have,” Silco admits quietly as he watches Naph sleep.

“I know.” Vander never doubted Silco would have. Even with how difficult his pregnancies had been at times Silco had always loved their pups something fierce and always seemed happiest when they were small enough to be held in his arms. “But we had the girls as well.”

And they had loved them as much as any of their boys.

“We did,” Silco agrees. “But I would have liked one more.”

Vander is sure he would still be saying it even if they had of had six. But he understands because he feels it too – he would have loved another. Maybe a beta girl so they could have the complete set, although he knows they would have adored them regardless like they did the others.

“At least we have a grandkid to spoil now.”

“Yes, we do.”

#Zaun Family #Vanco #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #arcane mpreg #mpreg #silco arcane #vander arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #prompt fill #prompt fic #Arcane

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thehistoriangirl · 2 years

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I wanted to request a Jayce fic but I couldn’t think of one haha but hmmm maybe one where the reader was just a usual citizen and loves jayce and he loves them but then Jayce and Mel have a bit of a thing cause Jayce thinks that the reader doesn’t love him back and the reader is heartbroken and jealous like ofcourse he loves mel she’s the perfect looking woman and is so smart etc and then happy ending pls xx thank you!

Okay this one took a while because ✨ANON, YOU CREATED A MONSTER ✨ I'm going to divide this idea in a two parts fic bc I have no idea what to do to fix my mess sorry about it 😬

This Ache, Mistimed [1/2]

Jayce x gn!Reader-------4.7K-------SFW

You spent most of your lifetime inside your parents’ atelier located at the Talis factory of hammers. Since you were little, your mother taught you to engrave the hammers with the characteristic T of the Talis family crest, your father modeling the handles in wood and iron, while you used sandpaper to polish the imperfections.

It wasn’t so strange that you encountered Jayce Talis for the first time when you were eight years old. The only child of the Talis house liked to wander around the forges while taking notes about the fabrication of new objects that nothing had in common with his family hammers except the manufacture.

His eyes illuminated like beacons when he saw a kid around his age. He was playing with a horse toy made of metal by a cold forge near where your parents' atelier was localized. Red light filtered through the windows, welcoming the dusk and the chilly air that began to move your hair.

“Hello,” you muttered, half-hidden behind a worktable. “I thought nobody was here…” You usually came here to draw, an ashy-stained notebook tucked against your chest. “I will leave now. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Hey, not go!” Jayce was aligning up rocks inside a coffer, multicolor hues reflecting against the gray ceiling when the light hit them. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you here before.”

"I'm y/n, my parents work here." You were fidgeting with the pages. He extended his hands for you to shake them.

“Hi y/n, I’m Jayce. Do you want to play?”

You blinked. “Play what?”

“Whatever you want! I haven’t played in a long time, so whatever it’s fine while we’re having fun, right?” You knew how that feel, the fabric being too crowded but lonely at the same time.

Nodding you two began to play the catch game, your steps echoing around the walls alongside your laughs, that could be heard from that time onwards, the shadows only growing bigger as the time ran forward.

You also wanted to convince yourself that it was only natural to develop a silly crush on Jayce as time went by. Blaming your hormones, or simply trying to mask it like a misunderstanding: he was only your friend, a very dear friend.

As spontaneously as it come, it would disappear. It must, it was only logical.

“Fancy seeing you here, y/n.” Jayce peeked his head over the door frame. He was smiling, holding a paper bag with something that smelled like cooked meat. “Do you mind if I invite you to lunch?”

Your hands were covered in bronze powder, a burin played between your dexterous fingers as you finished another hammer handle. “Yes, wait a minute. I almost finish.” Since your parents decided to retire you had been in charge of the atelier, inheriting the duty of engraving.

“Some day you have to teach me how you carve so fast." Jayce took one of the stools laying around the room and sat next to you. The day of the noon reflected the metal laying carelessly on the table, a window showing the landscape of the city.

Chuckling, you pressed the last details into the wood and metal. This one was the second last step of the manufacturing process, the original signature of a Talis hammer. “I have to fulfill my quota of hammers per day, you know.”

“According to inventories, you’re ahead of the game.” You scoffed, you only had been made twelve out of thirty, and it was way past half your working hours.

“Inventories made by who, may I ask?”

Jayce raised his shoulders. “I don’t know. But people say he’s good with math, so he’s probably right about the quota, though.”

“Oh, that’s right!" You ended the work while Jayce took the handle out of your hands, fingertips touching mistakenly. You moved your hand out the way, Jayce's thumbs rubbing over the engraving of his family crest with a loving gaze. "What happened with your Academy application?”

A sly smile appeared on his face. “That’s why we are celebrating.”

You giggled while washing your hands in the sink localized in a corner of the room. “Is that smell of your mother's special roast chicken?"

“Who knows? Let’s go outside.”

You two encountered shelter on a bench outside the factory where a little garden was arranged to present a more aesthetic façade to the building. The workers usually came here to relax and cold down after the suffocating heat of the forges. Jayce and you used it since years ago to play board games, draw, and coloring books. Even now, in the wood, it could be seen some traces of crayons tinting the surface, scratches from metallic figurines both Jayce and you gifted each other every birthday.

It was Ximena Talis's special recipe for roast chicken. The sandwich was still warm when you bite it, remembering all the occasions Jayce’s mom cooked food for you two, or vice-versa. You moaned with your mouth full after starving all morning.

"It's a celebration meal," you leaned against him, nudging him with your shoulder. “You have to tell me everything.”

Jayce shrugged, pretending to look innocent, even if his eyes were blinking with barely contained amusement. “I don’t what are you talking about— hey!” he stopped when you bite off some of his sandwiches. “That’s mine!”

“I don’t what are you talking about, I didn’t do anything.” You tried to imitate his voice.

“Oh, you’re earning it now.”

You blinked, looking at him with your best puppy eyes while leaning against him, trying to sneak another bite of his food. “Earning what?”

He removed the sandwich, instead putting himself in front of you, almost bumping his chest with yours. You couldn’t avoid the sudden gasp that escaped from your lips, feeling Jayce's breathing moving your hair. Instinctually you tried to cast a joke, your words dying out of your mouth when you raised your eyes to his.

Your heart leaped when you noticed his eyes were directed towards your lips. You tried to repeat the same plea every night, that the feelings were mistaken, he was only your friend, it there was no way Jayce could think of you any different.

“Jayce?” you muttered when you thought you were about to pass out.

He blinked, patting your head. Just like that, the trance was broken. “Sorry, you had a bug in your head. I was watching it. ”

“Oh.” Of course. You were too embarrassed to keep your body too close to him now, thinking he would be able to hear your rampant heartbeat. If your hot cheeks weren't enough clue.

“The Kirammans accepted to be my patrons,” Jayce murmured while eating out the rest of his food. You directed your widened gaze from your shoes to him. “I’m going to enroll in the Academy next week.”

A euphoric laugh flowed from your lips to the air around you both. Hugging him to the side, you feel tears burning in your eyes.

“I’m so happy for you! I knew it! I knew you could do it! I’m so proud of being your friend.” You snuggled your cheeks against his shoulder, looking up at him with brilliant eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Jayce.”

He smiled softly, caressing your hair. “Thanks for believing in me. I would never forget it.”

You pulled away slowly. “Would you come to visit?”

Jayce interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap. “I will try, but it won’t be so often.”

“I know," you answered, even if the blunt truth stung your heart a little. "I'm still happy for you. Please not forget me when you become famous.”

He blurted in a contagious laugh. "I wouldn't dream of it, y/n." Jayce stood up and hugged you when it was time to say goodbye. You buried your face against his shirt trying to freeze this moment in time, to remember his essence and the warm feeling that his sole presence poured over your body. “Not for anything in the world.”

*~*~*~*

Jayce kept his word. But it didn’t change much.

While he visited during the holidays, he spent most of his time with his mother or in the Kirammans’ mansion, assisting at fancy parties. Jayce tried to invite you a couple of times before, but since the cold, hostile stares of that Mechanical Talent Competition at the Academy that kept you ostracized in a dark corner while Jayce was dragged away from your time and time again, you stopped accepting, much for Jayce’s sake.

With each semester conquered at the Academy, a bigger crevice expanded between your worlds. While he spent his days working away in the state-of-art laboratories in Piltover, maybe even the whole world, you were still in the same workshop engraving hammer handles all day, frozen in time as he was moving further and further away from your grasp.

Sure, he still sent you a letter for your birthday, and you still hung out with him on the scarce occasions he had time. But those moments seemed more like a memory. And when he told you about his Hextech theory, you knew he was a step away from glory. When Jayce cracked down on his theory to make it a reality, he would become the greatest inventor Piltover would have ever seen.

And you would be still the same worker at his family factory.

Who knows? Maybe one day he would still remember you like a distant memory and nothing more.

*~*~*~*

You couldn't attend Jayce's trial, but you did attend his celebration party when his theory thrived as a fact. Ximena Talis saw you standing far from the spotlight dominated by him and the Councilor that declared herself as his new sponsor, but Jayce didn’t.

He looked so different without his Academy uniform; the gala suit perfectly tailored made him resemble a prince. And your heart ached when you left the party early after a busy day at the factory.

The next day, Jayce went to your atelier with a slice of cake.

“What’s this?” you murmured with brows furrowed.

"From yesterday's celebration. You couldn't make it, right? You like fancy sweets, so I brought you cake. The chocolate is imported.” He was smiling while checking the new design of the Talis hammers, slightly modified with his insight. “Do you change the family crest?”

“A little, now I use gold and red to form the T." Your hand was painted with red metal. “Do you want to go outside?”

Jayce grimaced. "I'm sorry, y/n. I must come back to the Academy. We are creating a prototype of Hextech that would allow good to travel as fast as light.”

You smiled a little, even if your eyes were adverting his gaze. You didn't want to see your disappointment. The last thing you wanted was to drag him down with your selfish desires.

“Of course, not worry about it. Goodbye. Thanks for the cake.”

“I will come back one of these days, yes? There’s this new cafeteria near the Arts District that prepares incredible beverages. We should go some time."

You nodded; voice neutral. “Yes, sound good.”

Jayce hugged you before he left, but it was so quick you didn’t have a chance to reciprocate. He was already gone when you gathered the courage to hug him back.

Days later you two went to the cafeteria. It was a lazy afternoon, the sun wasn't that warm to make it suffocating staying at the tables outside the place. Your iced coffee wetting the glass and your fingers every time you drink it. A gentle breeze moved your hair while you leaned with your elbows towards Jayce's place, looking at his gesturing hands.

Jayce was talking about his new invention—the Hexgates, showing you with a wrinkled napkin and a pencil that he always carried around how they would look once finished.

A shadow covered the sun pouring over the table. Both of you looked up, a woman dressed in a completely white suit with a black collar and gold details outlining the clothes was smiling.

Jayce blinked. “Elora, what are you doing here?”

She nodded slightly. “Good afternoon. I’m sorry to interrupt, but Councilor Medarda wishes to see you. Regarding an urgent matter with the last prototype of the Hexgates. Your partner told us you were here.”

You looked away when you felt Jayce’s legs bouncing under the table.

“It’s fine, Jayce. You should go.”

His eyes were wide, a sad gesture governed his features while he extended his hand to take yours, stopping a few centimeters away. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. I’m not going to drag you down with me. “We will have another chance later.”

He stood up, nodding towards both you and Elora. “Right. I will make it up to you, I promise!”

You observed his figure striding up the Academy, Elora telling him something and him gesturing vividly as an answer until they were too far away to distinguish. Up the Academy where he belonged, while the factory and your home were down the twisted streets of the Industrial District near the bridge and the Undercity.

Two worlds.

Finishing your iced coffee, which now tasted more bitter than before, you realized that the only way to stop hurting was to trace a line. You were stupid and thought your feelings were a fleeting mistake, now, years later, you were tired of facing the same heartless consequences of feeding your hope only to be snatched away from you.

Maybe if you cut off all contact, you could pretend the feelings—Jayce himself, wasn't a part of your life anymore. A risky bet, but you were desperate enough to try.

The first time was the hardest. Turning down Jayce caused your chest to hurt for days, an echo of longing at seeing him leave with his shoulders dropped and low head. But with time, you get used to, lies flowing up your lips with excuses for every chance he got to spend time with you.

You grew colder as he comprehended the situation. Even if his ideas were inaccurate, was enough for him to stop trying. Jayce stopped asking, and you stopped caring as much as you could, trying stupidly to hate him even when deep down you were aware everything was your fault.

Everything began because of you. But you weren’t brave enough to even imagine finishing it.

Years passed by, and you both became a memory in each other’s treasured past.

Time ran off, you grew tired of your dull job at the Talis factory, and Jayce became a Councilor. Of course, he did.

You were at the Talis’ family house, Ximena Talis sitting in front of you. The tea she served you was already cold when you drink a sip. Her brows were furrowed, a deep grimace on her face.

“Are you sure of your decision, dear?”

“Yes. I’m immensely grateful for letting me keep my family atelier inside your factory, Mrs. Talis. But I'm tired of doing the same thing for over fifteen years." You looked away from the photographs hung on the wall, one of them of you and Jayce hugged while at one of his birthday parties. “I want to start anew, I guess.”

Her brown eyes read the depths of your soul, but she didn’t mention the obvious rift between you and his son.

“Very well, dear. If you wish so, then I will write your termination agreement and give it to you in no more than a week." Nodding you went to extend your hand for her to shake, but instead, she stood up and went face to face to hug you. “I’m going to miss you. You are like a daughter to me.”

You grasped her shoulders, burying your face against her neck as you did with your mother. Sobs made your body tremble like a leaf against a cruel wind. She patted your back, trying to soothe you.

I’m sorry, this is all my fault. But the words stuck on your throat, a knot growing bigger and bigger even when your tears were falling freely.

You left the Talis’ house with puffy eyes and a red face. Looking back, you nodded slightly as if saying goodbye.

*~*~*~*

Days later, you had your termination contract and were piling up the tools your parents used to build the reputation of this atelier. Wooden boxes were piling up against the table, and the only thing left was your childhood toys. Many of them were made by Jayce.

It hurt to touch them, remembering all the glorious times left behind.

There was a knock on the door. Your hand froze, shoving hurriedly the mechanical toys inside the last box.

“My mom told me you were leaving.” You tighten your jaw at hearing his soft tone. You missed it, you missed him.

“I’m going to miss you,” you muttered with a breathy voice, not able to meet his gaze. "What brings you here?" He was supposed to be at the Council or the Academy.

You could see his wide frame moving from side to side, unsure to cross the threshold. “I’m… I wanted to invite you to my birthday party.” His hands were firmly tugged against his stomach, shoulders dropped. He looked like a copy of his younger self. “It’s going to be in Council Medarda’s residence. And I can invite whoever I want, so I thought of you. I…” his voice trailed off, slightly cracked. “I… it would make me very happy if you could come.”

A ‘no’ was forming inside your mouth, but you swallowed it. Looking directly at him now that his gaze was directed towards the ground made you want to cry. It was probably best to use this opportunity as a closure for both of you.

“I will be there.”

His head jerked up, a wide smile breaking over his grimace. “Really? I mean— thank you. I’ll be waiting for you.”

You almost chuckled, nodding him softly before giving him your back to finish up the packing of your things.

The party went just like you imagine it. You were glued to Ximena’s side or lounging on a lonely corner not-to-close to Jayce’s partner, Viktor, that looked as socially drained and bored as you.

Even Ximena was deep in conversation with other families. But you? No one approached you outside Viktor and Ximena. Jayce was long gone, people surrounding him at a prudent distance all the time he went to talk to you.

The gift’s box felt too heavy when you put it in his hands, the last time your fingertips brushed against the others. You wanted to respect the tradition of your past gifts, a colored-metal carving of a photograph of you two, the last photo you took when you went visiting him in a Progress Day festivity. In the back of the photo, you carved a useless, hypocrite apology.

You hoped he would never open it.

It was late already, but the guests were still fueling around thanks to expensive wine and other liquors you didn't dare to grab from the platters the waiters traveled down the hall.

Viktor had left without your knowledge. Now you were the only person leaning against the wall. Sighing, you went to look for Ximena.

The aristocracy looked at you with a soft scowl, eager to show your place now that Jayce wasn’t here to look at them.

“Mrs. Talis, I’m leaving.”

She nodded. “Yes, dear. It’s already very late. Thanks for coming.”

Guilt struck your chest. “Do you know where Jayce is? I don’t want to go without telling him.” You wouldn’t see him again, probably. You at least wanted to say goodbye properly.

“I think he’s by the further balconies,” one of the merchants said, swinging his flute of liquor with each word to show the direction.

“Thank you. Goodbye Mrs. Talis, have a good night.”

The further section was silent, each step the sound of the conversation muffled away. You felt like an invader, roaming in an unknown home like that, peeking at the corners and hoping no one would cross your way.

The hallway opened into an enormous balcony that looked like a living room in plein air, with couches, plants, imported rugs, and even a half-painted canvas. You were so enthralled in the golden accents and the exquisite, minimal, and regal decorations that you didn't catch the two figures entangled on the balcony’s edge.

Your eyes widened when among the semi-penumbra you viewed Jayce entangled in a kiss with another woman. No, no just a woman. It was Councilor Medarda's spotless white dress, the golden accents of the metal decorating her back and legs shining a sole lamp swinging with the air.

You wanted to stop but were too astounded that your brain didn’t follow the command. Your feet knocked out a plant pot, the sound of ceramic breaking making them pull away with a deep, annoying glare towards you.

Until Jayce distinguished your figure outlines with the abundant light inside. He called out your name, his hands still enveloping Councilor Medarda’s body. But you were far from the hall, running as fast as you could to get out of there.

Tears prickled your vision as you stumbled with different assistants who screamed at you to pay attention. But you didn’t care. This was a mistake. You shouldn't have come, you should have never pushed him away, you should just left quickly, it was the best, you…

You took the empty elevator, ignoring the distant footsteps that were tailing you. Your reflection inside the metal cage was pitiful; messy hair, red eyes, and winced lips. Your hands were fists, trying the pain of your nails digging the skin would distract you from the raising void consuming your heart and leaving you both hot and cold.

The streets were being patrolled by Enforcers around the building. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could, but you knew that running away from the place would only make them keep questioning you for 'suspicious behavior', so you descended the stairs as calmly as you could.

At least, until you heard him calling your name from the entrance hall.

You sprinted off the entrance, flying over the carved stairs.

“Y/n, wait!” He sounded out of breath, as he would have taken the stairs while you were using the elevator. “Please.”

His wounded voice made you look back at him. Your feet slip down one step, the gravity pulling you down the remaining stairs.

It hurt the friction of the rock scratching your knees and hands, but it hurt way more when Jayce tried to hold you to put you on your feet.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” you screamed, crawling away from him. Angrier with yourself every second that passed. You suppressed a cry when you support your right foot on the ground, wobbling, you struggled to keep yourself steady.

Jayce was frozen. You had never screamed at him, much less with such force.

“You probably twisted your ankle. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help, thank you." You grumbled as you were limping away. The Enforcers were looking from a distance, which made the situation even worse. Here you were, a nobody snapping at a Councilor.

How pathetic.

“Then tell me what’s wrong!” his voice was beginning to raise, too. “Tell me why you began to hate me.”

Your bottom lip was trembling, and at any minute you were about to burst into tears. He approached you, and because you were trying so hard not to look at him, you didn’t notice until you felt his hand lying softly on your shoulder. He was trying to console you like when you were younger, but it was just making it worse.

The sudden warmness of his skin distracted you for a moment, a flash of images of all the moments you enjoyed his casual touches as if it were a big deal for both of you, and not only part of your daydreaming.

“Nothing! You haven’t done any…thing!” your voice cracked, and you hit your feet against the ground, the sharp pain of your ankle sending some reason to your senses. Jayce jumped away at your sudden movement. "You haven't done anything," you mumbled, tears falling free on your cheeks. "We didn’t do anything.”

“Is that why you left like that?” From the factory? From my life? Jayce didn’t have to say it out loud for you to read it in his eyes.

You tried to wipe off the tears staining your vision. He was extending a hand towards you, too scared to decide to touch you. The crack was never more visible. And it was all your fault.

“I leave because it’s the best I can do.” You took your purse against your chest as if it were a plushie. “For you not to look after me anymore.”

You looked at him, you were saying this looking him right in the eye.

“What are you…?”

“We can’t be friends, Jayce. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” You were trying so hard not to crumble in front of him. You wished he could be mean and cold, to get angry and yell at you.

It would make it easier to hate him.

"Please not say that. If… If I ever did something wrong, please tell me what it is, and we could amend it. I will amend it.”

You don’t love me. But that’s not a mistake.

A sarcastic chuckle bubbled out your throat. Not even him broking your heart was enough for you to hate him.

"I thought being your friend would be enough but… it isn't. I can't stand it anymore." You paused, feeling each of the words formed in your tongue burn and make a hole inside your chest once they got out. "I know you're dating Councilor Medarda, and I wish you happiness. But I can’t pretend I’m happy with just being your friend now.”

The words seemed ashy, all you could hear was the raging of your heartbeat in your ear.

"I will get over you. Eventually," you mumbled. "But for that, I have to get away from you. To pretend you don’t exist anymore. Or that you ever existed. That’s why I left. That’s why I’m leaving now. And I wish you to not follow me.”

Even if your eyes were teary, you could see how Jayce clenched his jaw.

"I wish I could just erase how I feel about you, so we can be friends like always. But I can't. No matter how much I keep telling my heart I don't want you, it just… doesn't change anything." Tugging at the loose threads in your heart, you tried to apologize, at least. “I’m sorry to ruin our friendship this way. I know you don’t feel the same way. But I just… needed to tell you so I can move forward. I’m sorry I messed up. But I hope you never forgive me. Please hate me, Jayce. It would make things easier, for both of us."

With tears trapped behind his hazel eyes, Jayce pressed one of his fists against his mouth. Both were frozen, in the eerie silence it could be heard the buzzing electricity of the streetlamps above your heads and your agitated breathing.

“Y/n…”

“Please just let me go!” you cried. “Be happy and forget about me. Our time is over.”

Please hate me, please make me hate you.

Jayce raised his top lip, nose wrinkled. For a second, he covered his mouth as if he were about to yell something back.

His eyes were flicking with tears trapped. But he just sighed, turning on his heels and disappearing out inside the building.

You limped away from the building as far as you could until you found a dark corner in an alleyway you could refuge inside. Your wounded leg hugged against your chest as you made yourself a ball and rocked back and forth, hiding your head between your limbs to try to hide your misery. Sobs emerged from the depths of your being, and tears were falling, hot and messy on your contorted face.

Everything hurt. And you wished, while an Enforcer tapped your shoulder asking if you wanted help, that everything would keep hurting for a while.

Maybe, that way, the love poisoning your being would finally abandon you.

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