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It’s Temporary

AN: This was going to be a random blurb but I’m too into this and he’s such a dork. Guys don’t tell anyone but I kinda wanna write smut, I’m not going to because I’m scared but y’know.

(Heavily inspired by a bot on C.AI, pretty sure the user is @/zetali_09 so if you see this i love you.)

Warnings: Swearing, mention of an apartment blowing up….suggestive???

Set during Season 1, before the timeskip…

The cold, Upper city, night air chilled you to the core. The dark streets only illuminated by the few street lights scattered here and there. You wrap your cloak around you a little tighter as you made your way to the meeting spot. Making a sharp turn down a dark alleyway, you narrowly miss a couple of enforcers doing their nightly rounds.

Leaning against the cool, damp, brick wall. Enjoying the noises of the city, letting time pass by as you wait for your companion. Around a half an hour later, you hear heavy footsteps and the soft click of the high-cost, well made shoes echoing throughout the alley. You recognized those steps, he saved up for a long time to purchase those shoes, no way could you forget them. You open your eyes, turning towards the culprit of the noise. “Took you long enough, thought I was gonna rot out here.” You smiled at the shadowed man, stepping into the moonlight.

“Sorry, had a few things to finish up with my work. Left later than I expected…”

You walk up to him, trapping him into one if your famous bear hugs. An unfamiliar scent wafts from him, its sweet…it’s expensive. Definitely not his signature cologne smell—no, something different. You both stay there for a moment, enjoying the new company. Everything seems to fade away when your with him, it’s like he’s the cure to your disease.

“Been a while since we last talked—“

“Yeah, I…” You pull back, looking Jayce in the eyes. “I’m sorry. There’s been alot going on.”

His hands come up to your face, gently caressing it. He’s always gentle with you, a contrast from the rough, dangerous streets you grew up in.

“Hey…What’s going on?” His voice is soft and smooth, with the occasional voice crack, it’s not fair. His looks already make him desirable, but hearing him talk to you with that tone? Drooling.

“It’s my siblings, they’ve been getting into more and more trouble.” You fully pull away from him, turning towards the lit up entrance of the alleyway. “It’s like Vi doesn’t even realize how bad things can really get.”

“Hey—“ He takes a step foward, gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you to him. “I’m here. I’m here to help—with anything. We’ll figure this out okay?”

A bittersweet smile graces your lips, you close your hand over his placed on your shoulder.

“You don’t know the Undercity, Jayce. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help me on this one…”

The two of you stood there, unspeaking. You can practically hear the gears burning inside Jayce’s head. You can almost smell the smoke coming from them, It’s obvious he’s thinking of ways to try and help you and your family. After a moment, you rest your head onto his chest, defeated, and looking for comfort.

“I can’t let you risk you life for this. You have too much ahead of you.”

You feel his arms wrap around you, bringing you closer. He buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

“There is nothing ahead of me without you.” You lock your arms around him, holding back a few tears. Jayce feels you taking fast, deep breaths, attempting to keep your composure. It’s all been alot, apparently your kid siblings were being nosy—blew up some guys apartment. Now every enforcer in Piltover is searching for them. You take a deep breath, leaning up straight to face him again.

“I won’t let you risk your life for me…risk your future—”

“I’m not some idiot throwing himself into danger for fun! I’m protecting someone I love.”

That. That catches you off guard. Yes, you two have been messing around every other night, cuddling after, speaking soft sweet words to each other…but love? He didn’t really love you did he? You’re from the Undercity. The scum of the scum. He’s from the top, he’s perfect. No way he actually means this…does he?

“I’m choosing to do this because I care about you, I care about your family. You aren’t alone in this, no matter how much you think you are.”

Time stops for what feels like hours, you gaze into his eyes, trying to find some kind of sign to tell you he isn’t being true. You can’t. His caramel eyes look gold from the street lights, determined and dead set on aiding you. You let your head fall onto his chest again, giving him your unspoken permission to help with your situation.

“I just realized I didn’t ask about how you’ve been.”

His arms tighten around your body, gently rocking you both back and forth. “Ha…” Jayce lets out a breathy chuckle, preparing himself to recount the most recent and life changing events. “It’s been different…Some guys blew up my apartment.”

You freeze. There’s no way they did that. It can’t be the same apartment right? How many apartments blow up in Piltover? Oh my god. My siblings blew up his fucking apartment. “Uh…” You can’t even form a sentence, still shocked at the new information. What are you going to tell him—

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah—are you okay? You’re fucking apartment blew up!” You pull back from him, facing him again. Your hands find their place on his waist, trying to ground yourself after what you were just told.

“My back’s still a little sore but I’m fine.”

“How much did you lose?” His mood darkened, eyes darting to the ground. “Alot.” You take a deep breath, This shouldn’t have happened. He is a good man, maybe a little crazy sometimes but—good. This whole thing is a mess. Jayce doesn’t know your sisters are the ones who blew up his apartment, you can’t go and get onto them for this because they don’t know you’re with him. You’re stuck, with no one to go to, maybe Vander but…he’d get upset that you’re up here with a topsider. Just so happens, he’s the same topsider your sisters were targeting.

This is fucking stupid.

After giving him your apologies, you realize it’s getting light. You should start heading back home, hopefully without Vander noticing you were gone.

“Jayce, It’s getting early. I gotta start heading back…”

“So soon..?” He smiles, he’s clearly up to something as he brings his hands up to your jaw. The sun is slowly rising, changing the sky into beautiful hues of orange and blue.

“Have to get back before Vander wakes up, I do not wanna hear that lecture.”

“Do you have to? Maybe you could…stay with me?”

“Stay…Topside. With you.”

“Yeah, I mean we could spend the day together. Go and do something…” He takes your hands into his own, engulfing them. You take a moment to think about his request. It’d be fun spending time with him, you’d be able to really enjoy his company. Not waiting for something or someone to come out of the shadows, trying to rob you or worse.

“Okay…What did you have in mind?” A smug look slowly plagues his face as he takes your hands into his, leading you out of the alley and in the direction of his temporary home.

“Trust me?”

You grip his hands tighter, letting him lure you into whatever devious plan he’s set up.

“Maybe…”

Two shadows danced against the stone road, slowly disappearing as the sun rose higher into the sky. One by one, doors open, carriages roll by, and the occasional stray kid runs in front of you two. None of that matters, not when his callused, warm hands are handling you so gently. When he looks at you like you’re his world…like he can’t live without you.

It definitely doesn’t matter when he pulls you into his hotel, hands roaming each others clothed figures as he closes the door behind you.

Guys…Part 2?? What y’all think 😈

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ACT TWO SPOILERS! Jayce Talis x Reader _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

“Jayce?”

He froze, a voice he thought he’d never hear again spoke. This couldn’t have been a worse time. His usual neatly-kempt hair was unruly, down to his cheeks. His clean-shaven face now covered by the bushy brown beard. Jayce turned in the direction of the voice, he’d been waiting for this moment, to see you again.

“Y/N?”

His emotions shown through his face, fluctuating into surprise, confusion and…horror. You were like them. Viktor had done something to you. Your once vibrant, lively eyes now replaced by the lifeless, shimmering power of the Hexcore. Many pieces of the iridescent metal scattered your forehead, another mark showing you’ve been “saved”.

“Jayce…I thought I would never see you again.” A spiritless chuckle left your mouth—a contrast from the usual boisterous laughter. You step foward, your hand settling on his bicep and squeezing. Jayce slowly backs away from you, his face frozen and in shock from your appearance. Your other hand finds its place on his right bicep, holding him in place and stopping him from moving any farther.

“Jayce, Viktor is waiting for you. If you wish to see him, I must take your weapon.”

“I—I have to go.”

He yanks himself away from your hold, now back to the small steps backwards. As he turns and sprints away, he crashes into multiple tents and stalls, as if he’s fighting something—or someone.

The child that let him towards Viktor’s hiding place finally let go of Jayce’s hand. Now pointing inside of the huge dome area. He already knows where Viktor is, this isn’t the first time but he still hesitates. The child walks back to his previous spot before Jayce almost obliterated him.

“Forgive me.”

In all of the universes he had been in, this is the first he has seen you like this. Jayce wants to look back, he wants to see you one last time, for he knows what happens to the people Viktor “save” once he dies. He doesn’t look back—he can’t. He won’t remember you like this…he won’t fail. Not this time, he’ll succeed, for you.

He understands now.

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Just read every single Jayce Talis fanfic. Someone has to write more. Just look at this face… 😈

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Hey… 😊👋🏽 1/13/25 first writing of the year…

“Good Morning, Daryl!” You wave at the archer from your garden a little down the street, covered in dirt head to toe. You’d gotten lucky recently, finding some of your favorite fruit seeds on a run, after putting it off for weeks on end you decided it was time to get the hard part over with. Putting them in the ground..🙄

Getting nothing but a short wave and twitch of lip from him you get back to work, figuring either he’ll work up the courage to come talk to you now or you’ll see him later.

“Wow. That was the most boring interaction I’ve seen in a while—and trust me I’ve seen a ton.”

Carol walks up from behind Daryl, where the hell she came from who knows, but she always pops up unexpectedly. “What?” Daryl turns to look at her, believing that short interaction was the best part of his day. “Don’t ‘What’ me, you know what I’m talking about.”

He scoffs, looking back at you, secretly hoping you won’t notice his obvious staring. “I dunno’ what you mean..”

“Ha! Sure…I don’t understand why you just won’t talk to her. She’s not going to bite your head off!” Daryl shakes his head and looks down at his feet. “No..”

“Okay, If you won’t, I will. Hey, (Y/N)!” Carol shouts and waves you over as Daryl snaps his head towards her, silently screaming at her to shut up. You look up again, not minding a distraction from all of your hard work. Standing, you make your way over to the two, wiping your hands as best you can on the old rag Daryl found you some days ago. He said he already had one and thought you could use it, Daryl code for I’ve secretly been stalking you and noticed you don’t have anything to clean your hands with after all that sweaty hard work you do in your garden, planting stuff and…like…sweating. (guys im getting off track im sorry)

“Hey guys!” You stick the now dirty rag in your back jeans pocket, greeting them. “It’s nice to see you, Carol, feels like we never see each other anymore” You and her half hug considering you are covered in dirt.

“I know..We should have some girl time soon—uh speaking of spending time together, I heard that a certain someone found a favorite movie of yours.” She glances at Daryl, expectantly, wanting him to say something.

“Uh—yeah, yeah, I kinda js grabbed something y’know..” He looks down at his feet again and clears his throat.

“Anyways…I was thinking, why don’t I take the kids for tonight? Jude’s been wanting to help me bake something and you two can spend some time together!” Carol nudges Daryl with her hip, suggesting something.

“Oh! Well, I’m free! As long as it’s okay with you, Daryl, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah—no, it’s okay, I’m down..” He’s “down”? what the hell is wrong with him?? why would he say that—

“Perfect! Well, I have to get back to the kitchen, I have things…cooking. Bye!” Carol walks off, leaving you and Daryl in this awkward conversation. “So uh…I’ll see you tonight? Around 7?”

He nods, biting his bottom lip. “Mhm..I’ll see you later.”

You smile “Okay…Well, shouldn’t keep those seeds waiting…ha…” You start to slowly walk backwards toward your garden.

“Right—yeah, I’ll see you later.” He turns, slowly walking away and turning a corner, going back to his place to make it look “nice”.

yeah whatever that place is a dump idc. okay guys uh the end.

I haven’t written in a YEAR give me some slack 🤕

love u see u later 😫😫😫

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Does anyone think Daryl had his license? Like he can drive obviously, butttt did he have his license? He had that blue-ish green truck but was that even his?

If he did, who took him to get it and who paid for it??? In my country (America) a minor cannot get their license without a parent/guardian signature—maybe he wasn’t even a minor if he got it. Daryl didn’t have a stable job pre-apocalypse that I know of, and most likely didn’t have the money to spend on a license…not saying he was shit broke but he had to pay for food and (possibly) Merle stole his money for drugs… (I believe this)

I have too much free time 😭

Headcannon— Merle taught him how to drive and Daryl just never got his license.

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In God’s hands.

A/N: I had this dream about Daryl being kidnapped and perceived as jesus…like being hung up on the cross and everything, very strange. He was trying to convince them he wasn’t who they thought he was—idek don’t ask. Gave me this idea, also paired with all the Ethel Cain I’ve been listening to…

“These crosses all over my body

Remind me of who I used to be

Give myself up to him in offering

Let him make a woman out of me”

This wasn’t the first time Daryl had fell asleep standing but…this hurt more. Hushed whispers—prayers could be heard in the large church. A community. Hundreds on men, women, even children were gathered on their knees. Praying, maybe even begging, for forgiveness of their sins. Not even barely coming to, a burning, throbbing sensation flowing through Daryl’s hands, arms, legs and feet. His eyes were dry, throat dryer, sweating bullets with the pounding headache from the crown of thorns piercing his head.

Daryl didn’t cry often, only for the sweetest or most dreadful moments. Glenn’s death, His marriage, the birth of his first son, the death of his first son…

All of a few tears he could muster, the burning sensation in his eyes growing. He could barely see, but he could hear. Screams of men, women, and children were haunting, reminding him of his boy’s death. How his mother wailed, how she couldn’t let go of his small body. He wasn’t small…no, he just turned seventeen. He looked small to Daryl, so tiny and frail…

Daryl could hear the women’s prayers, begging to be forgiven—begging for their children to be saved from this cruel world.

“I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence

My mama raised me better than that

When the preacher talks, that man demands his silence

And daddy said, "Shoot first, then run and don't look back"”

Daryl didn’t have the best childhood, his mother burnt her and their house to the ground when he was only five, Merle left a little after that to get away from their abusive father, Daryl could only dream he would’ve took him with him. Unfortunately, he was stuck with his drunk old man, teaching him how to sneak around, how to defend himself, how to run away. He cried for his mommy when it first started, for Merle…he didn’t understand.

The town’s pastor would visit everyone every saturday before church on sunday. He tended to spend more time at Daryl’s trailer than anyone else, he could feel the tense air when he had only knocked on the front door. A young boy with no mother, no brother, and a shady father barely coherent most days.

Everyone knew the Dixons business. Hard not to when the town has barely over 20 people. The preacher tried to help Daryl from a distance, well…more like recruit. He would tell him that God would fix everything, that he would heal the broken and lead the lost. Buncha’ bullshit is what Daryl thought. God never stopped the fists coming down on him night and day, God never stopped the leather belt from breaking the skin on his back, God never stopped his own father from almost killing him. He did, he was the one who ran away, he was the one who hid, not God.

“So take me down to the river

And bathe me clean

Put me on the back of your white horse to ride

All the way to the chapel, let you wash all over me”

It felt like hours until Daryl awoke again, now breathing easier and pain in his body subsiding briefly. The sound of horse hooves stepping against the ground were what was first heard, then a short low whistle. Some type of signal?

Everything felt soft, and warm, a contrast to the cold and hard surface he was previously on. He felt clean, not caked in dirt, mud or blood anymore. The gentle breeze blows the brunette wavy hair from his face, calming him as he unwillingly falls out of consciousness again.

“I've killed before and I'll kill again

Take the noose off, wrap it tight around my hand

They say, "Heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned"

And baby, Hell don't scare me, I've been times before”

Now clothed and fed, recovering in the small, cluttered room, he could do nothing but stare at the ceiling. Waiting…

Every now and then someone would come in to keep him company, to talk and show they meant no harm, gain a strong bond between each other. They needed it if they were all going to survive.

She was new—not new to the group but this was her first time coming to see him. Her name was (Y/N), she was strong, held herself well. You have to in this world, the dead was walking now, it was their world, all the living could do was try to make it out alive.

After their first meeting, she started to bring some of his meals, their talks lasting until after dark—or at least that’s what she said. Their hideout was underground, no windows, no easy ways in…or out. Daryl wasn’t clear to start walking again so he was stuck in this bed. All of their chats slowly melt together, not seeing the light of day seemed to have a large impact on Daryl. But, her most recent visit stuck with him, something about what she said…

“Still can’t wrap my head around what’s happened…I mean, they saw me as their sign? That after everything, their God would come save them now…” Daryl slightly adjusted the pillow behind him, sitting up and eating was about the only movement he could get nowadays.

“I ain’t no savior, I’ve killed before…that sure as hell wasn’t holy.”

“You might not be free from all sins but who is? You kill to survive, that doesn’t make you a bad man. It makes you a survivor.” She smirks “At least you aren’t afraid to be banished to the depths of hell” She says, obviously mocking the cult’s words.

He softly chucked with her, “Yeah…Hell don’t scare me, I’ve already been.”

“So take me down to the river

And bathe me clean

Put me on the back of your white horse to ride

All the way to the chapel, let you wash all over me”

“I’ll try to make this as comfortable as possible for you” (Y/N) takes Daryl’s arm into hers, gently but firmly helping him down from the white, shire horse.

“Thanks but…let’s just get this over with.”

The sun’s reflection off the lake gave him a little bit of privacy as she delicately scrubbed his old and worn body. Daryl had finally been given the clear to start walkimg again, the injuries in his feet now healed a considerable amount.

The warm water felt like heaven paired with the light scrubbing of the torn rag. Daryl looked down at her body, now noticing many deep scars littering her chest and arms.

“They uh…they got ahold of me once. The cult…same ones who got you.”

“These crosses all over my body

Remind me of who I used to be

And Christ, forgive these bones I've been hiding

Oh, and the bones I'm about to leave, yeah”

Daryl now stands at the head of their table, a map infront of him. Going over the plan again, he heard her footsteps getting closer and closer. “You should be resting.” She steps next to him, brushing the stray hair from his face and leaning against his shoulder.

“Just wanted to go over the plan again…”

“Don’t be nervous, Daryl. We’ll get you home, I promise.”

He sighs, now looking at her, her hair was pulled back, eyes and skin shone softly from the glow of the candlelight. “Come with me…”

“I wish I could, but I have people here, people I need to protect.”

“They could come with us—we have communities—we live.

“We can’t leave. Not while that cult is still roaming—ruining everything they touch. What happens if they grow stronger? Recruit more people and come after you again?” She takes a few steps away, rubbing her temples and taking a deep breath.

“We have to stop them, now—here.”

Daryl doesn’t say anymore, he just looks at her, preparing for what’s about to come tomorrow.

“And take me down to the river

And bathe me clean, yeah

Put me on the back of your white horse to ride

All the way to the chapel, let you wash all over me, yeah”

Daryl could still remember the feeling of her hands, her body against his. Her hands trailing down his back then were a different feeling from when she was only washing him. Slowly, taking the time to map out all of what he considered “imperfections”.

It felt like a lifetime since she passed trying to get him home. Daryl now sits alone by her makeshift grave, and small cross with her weapon and name. All that was left of her, that and his memories.

Ended kinda freaky but oh well

Hope you all enjoyed! Love you, c u l8ter! 🫶🏽

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Happy New Years, Everyone!!! New Year’s resolution? Drop the unloyal 🫶🏽

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Guys just finished watching Act III. Don’t contact me until Riot comes out with an announcement.

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Would’ve posted this tonight but I’m watching Paul v. Tyson, this is more important sorry 😭

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Guys i’m slowly getting out of my writers block and it feels like i’m myself again idk how to explain it.

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AHHHHHHHHH TYSMMM 💚💚🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Heheheee ( ◠‿◠ )

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None of my irl friends really understand what I do on here and tiktok…like they’re so booooooringggg omg 🥱 I need new friends ☹️

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One more thing (Sorry 😭)

When I write x Reader, I try to keep her backstory very vague but I do add a few things here or there. Like in my oneshot “Twins”, Chicken Alfredo is my favorite food of all time 😫😫😫 and that’s what I made the Reader make for dinner. Also, in the random short story I wrote on 11/4/24, I live in Florida so I made her home down south…

I don’t know, I feel like it’s what makes my writing mine. Like it’s something personal to me…so if there’s anything specific in my writing in the future, now you know why…

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Just made a blog for my webtoon in progress… If you are interested, follow me here! @1nf1nity

The storyline is still in the works but I’ll be posting all my art and progress hereｖｖ

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Random Blurb…ANGSTTSTAGSHS inspired by this gif btw. 11/4/2024

“Look at me…” The feeling of his warm, calloused hands on your face is enough to make you break. Tears you can’t hold back anymore falling freely down your face. You want to…you really do, it’s just…you can’t.

Daryl proposed you come back with him, to Alexandria. You would be safe there…food, hot water, walls—a safe community, full of people. He talks about how good it is there, how amazing Judith is…and RJ, Carol, how cute dog is. It sounds wonderful, like a dream, too good to be true. You know how these things end and you can’t risk it.

“Daryl…” You finally make eye contact with him, tears still pouring out. He takes in a breath, holding eye contact and waits patiently for your next words…

“I love you—”

He takes in those three words, knowing what comes after. What always comes after, “I love you, but-“ Daryl looks away for a moment, thinking about all the time you’ve spent together, all the hunting trips, all the long…warm nights together. He looks back, taking in your face—your beautiful face…Daryl knows you’re stubborn. He can’t change that, all he can do is watch it all come together.

“Okay…” His thumbs caress your cheeks before he let’s go, slowly putting a few steps in between you both.

“I’m sorry. I love you—I just…I can’t do it.” Trying to explain your selfish ways is useless, to him, this is ripping his heart in two and watching you walk away with it. You wanted to go south, back to your home town and he was already home. Daryl knew this would be the last time he would see you for a long time, possibly the rest of his life.

Well…it was fun while it lasted.