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

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

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Heheheee ( ◠‿◠ )

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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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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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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.

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ANOTHER RANDOM THINGGG

11/5/24 Teen!Daryl Dixon x Teen!Reader

“You ever think we’re gonna make it out?”

“Out…of where?”

“Out of this shithole…I think we could. Been saving up cash, you got your dads truck…we could leave and forget about this place.”

Daryl turns his head to look at you, the two of you laying on the roof of the abandoned gas station. You feel his eyes on you and turn to look at him, taking in his expression.

“What?” You fully turn your body to face him completely, wondering what that look is on his face. “You think we couldn’t?”

“You could…”

…What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why would he not want to come with you? Get away from that abusive father and druggie brother of his. It’s possible to just get up and leave…if you had all the essential parts of your plan.

1. You have the cash, enough to get you two somewhere and start a new life.

2. The bravery to actually do something like this.

3. You needed a vehicle. Daryl’s got that covered unless he doesn’t want to go…

“We could.” Daryl shakes his head and looks away..up at the stars, something’s obviously on his mind. You shouldn’t pry considering he has a tendency to blow up on people. He doesn’t mean it…it’s all he knows.

“Nah…can’t leave my family here—“

“What?! Can’t leave your family?? Daryl are you kidding me?!”

“I ain’t arguin’ with you ‘bout this…it ain’t happenin’!”

Theres only silence for a few moments, the only sounds are the chilly night air and you and Daryl’s breathing. You lay back down, front facing the stars again, trying to understand why he wouldn’t want to leave.

The feeling of slightly chapped lips going from your hand down to your arm is enough to startle you out of your thoughts. Turning to see the culprit, you bring your hand to his hair, brushing it away from his face. You look into each other’s eyes for what feels like a lifetime, you always get lost in them, confused on how such a pretty man can be cursed with such an ugly life.

“I love you…” He didn’t say those words often, not used to hearing them at all…You didn’t mind how much he said them, he showed it, and that’s all you needed.

URGH I was gonna finish this but i don’t know how so. Sorry!

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Love this sm 😭😭😭😭

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.