#closeted jayce tbh

[arabaka-archived]

jinx makes me so emotional tbh i've kinned her for years now and the show just. FUCK

[hy6erion]

7 minutes in heaven with jayce or viktor (whatever you feel like writing tbh) ×reader they've had a crush on for the longest time🙏🙏❤️ (whenever you find time tho, no hurry)

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𝟕 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 / 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/ 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐦/ 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤/ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 (𝐦/𝐦/𝐟), 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲). 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐅 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 (´ ω `♡)

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

@dreamyraincloud ╰(*´︶`*)╯

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

Jayce Talis had been obsessed with you for years. It was pathetic, really—the way he watched you when he thought no one noticed, the way he’d get tongue-tied whenever you so much as leaned too close. He was a genius, a rising star of Piltover, but when it came to you? He was nothing but a desperate, needy mess.

And now, by some twisted stroke of luck, he was locked in a closet with you for seven whole minutes.

The air between you was thick, the only light coming from the thin crack beneath the door. You were so damn close—his broad frame nearly caging you against the wall, the scent of your perfume intoxicating him.

“You’re awfully quiet, Talis,” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. “What, nervous?”

His jaw tensed. “No.” A bold-faced lie.

You smirked, stepping forward until your body barely brushed against his. “You sure?”

Jayce swallowed hard, his cock already throbbing against his pants. The way your voice dropped into something sultry, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt—it was fucking torture.

“You know,” you murmured, reaching up to trail your fingers along his jaw, “I always wondered when you’d finally snap.”

His breath hitched. “What?”

“Jayce.” Your nails scratched lightly against his skin, making him shudder. “I know.”

His heart stopped. You knew.

You knew how he watched you. How he fisted his cock late at night, imagining your perfect fucking lips wrapped around it. How he ached for you every time you teased him, every time you touched his arm or leaned in too close.

And now, you were looking at him like you wanted to ruin him.

“Fuck,” he rasped.

You laughed, low and sultry, before grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down into a kiss.

Jayce lost it.

Years of restraint shattered as his hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging in hard as he pressed you against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours in a filthy, desperate kiss. He was already rock-hard, his thick cock straining against his pants as he rutted against your thigh, groaning at the friction.

You moaned into his mouth, nails raking down his back. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” he growled, grabbing your ass and grinding against you, letting you feel just how fucking hard he was.

Your breath hitched. “Fuck.”

Jayce wasted no time. His hands shoved up your skirt, rough fingers sliding over your soaked panties. “Goddamn, you’re dripping.” He groaned, pressing a thick finger against your clothed slit, feeling how warm and slippery you were. “All this for me?”

“Been wanting this for so long,” you admitted, gasping as he pushed your panties aside. “Jayce—”

“Yeah?” His voice was rough, fingers teasing your slick folds, brushing over your swollen clit. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your fingers.” Your voice was breathless. “Inside me. Now.”

“Fuck.” He shoved two thick fingers inside your tight little pussy without hesitation, groaning as you clenched around him. “Shit, baby—you’re so tight.”

You whimpered, gripping his shoulders as he pumped his fingers into you, slow and deep, stretching you open. His thumb found your clit, circling it in tight little motions that made your legs shake.

“Jayce—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“That’s it,” he rasped, curling his fingers just right. “Come for me.”

You gasped, legs trembling as pleasure crashed over you, your cunt tightening around his fingers as you came all over his hand. Jayce groaned, watching you fall apart, his cock twitching in his pants.

But he wasn’t done.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was yanking his belt open, shoving his pants and briefs down just enough to free his aching, heavy cock.

You stared.

He was big—thick, flushed, leaking precum from the tip. Your mouth practically watered.

“You gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?” Jayce rasped, stroking himself as he lined up with your entrance. “Or do you wanna keep teasing me?”

“Fuck me, Jayce,” you begged, gripping his shirt. “Please.”

That was all it took.

Jayce sank into you in one deep, brutal thrust, punching a moan straight from your lungs. “Shit—” He gritted his teeth, barely holding on as your tight, wet pussy clenched around him. “So fucking tight, baby.”

“God—Jayce—” Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started pounding into you, hips snapping hard and fast, each thrust shoving you against the wall. The closet was small, the air hot and stifling, but all you could feel was him.

The thick drag of his cock, the way his fingers bruised your hips, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“Always wanted this,” Jayce groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck—dreamed about this—dreamed about filling this pretty little pussy up, making you mine.”

“Yours—I’m yours—” You were delirious, drunk off his cock, every deep stroke hitting that perfect fucking spot inside you.

“Yeah?” His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “Then come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”

You screamed, body locking up as pleasure tore through you, your pussy fluttering around his thick cock. Jayce snapped, groaning as he fucked you through it, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate—

“Fuck—gonna come—”

“Inside, Jayce—inside me—”

“Shit—” His hips slammed against yours one last time before he groaned, cock twitching as he spilled deep inside you, filling you up with thick, hot ropes of cum.

The aftershocks left you trembling, your head resting against his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

Then— A loud knock on the door.

“Times up, lovebirds!”

Jayce froze. You laughed, breathless and utterly ruined. “Guess we lost track of time.”

Jayce groaned, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down your thighs.

“Fuck.” His voice was rough, dark eyes locked onto the mess he’d made. “You look so fucking good like this.”

You smirked, fixing your skirt. “Your room. Twenty minutes.”

Jayce exhaled sharply. Oh, this was far from over.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

Viktor had never been a good man. Not in the way Piltover defined it, at least. He was patient, calculating, and often selfish in his pursuits. But when it came to you? That patience was razor-thin.

You—his closest friend, his greatest distraction. You, who had tormented him for years with teasing touches, playful flirtation, and those damn lingering glances. He’d endured it, pushing down every filthy thought, every moment of weakness where he wanted to ruin you.

And now? Now, you were both locked in a closet for seven minutes.

The game had started as a joke—a ridiculous, childish thing played by scholars who had drunk too much. Viktor hadn’t planned on participating. But when your hand rested on his thigh under the table, fingers barely skimming over the fabric of his pants, he knew.

You wanted to play.

And fate, it seemed, was cruelly kind. The bottle had landed on him.

So here you were, crammed in a dark, narrow space, your body pressed against his.

Viktor exhaled slowly, his cane resting against the wall as he loomed over you, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. “You planned this, didn’t you?” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

His lips curled, something dark settling in his gaze. “Brat.”

You didn’t have time to retort before his hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall. Not tight—just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Viktor—”

“You have been playing a very dangerous game.” His accent thickened, voice dripping with amusement as his thumb pressed just under your jaw. “Did you think I would not notice?”

Your pulse raced. “And if I did?”

He chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. “Then you are a fool.”

And then he kissed you. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was rough, claiming, his teeth nipping at your lips as his free hand tore at your skirt, pushing it up until your bare thighs were exposed to the cool air.

You moaned against his mouth, fingers twisting into his shirt. “Fuck—Viktor—”

“Shh, dear.” His fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties, brushing over your already-soaked slit. He let out a sharp breath, amusement flickering in his eyes. “So wet already? How desperate you must be.”

You whined, hips bucking against his hand. “Don’t tease me.”

He smirked. “Ah, but teasing you is so fun.”

But despite his words, he slipped two fingers inside you with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Your head fell back against the wall as he filled you, his fingers long and dexterous, curling just right. “Viktor—fuck—”

He hummed, watching your face with fascination as he worked you open, thrusting deep, pressing his palm against your clit with every slow roll of his wrist. “Look at you, falling apart already.”

You bit your lip, grinding down against his hand. “Please—”

“Please, what?” His tone was mocking, his fingers stilling inside you. “Use your words”

You glared at him. “Fuck me.”

His smile was sharp. “Good girl.”

And then he pulled his fingers out, shoving them past your lips before you could protest. “Suck.”

You whimpered, your tongue swirling around the digits coated in your slick. Viktor’s eyes darkened, his breathing turning ragged as he watched you obey.

“So eager,” he murmured, his free hand working his belt open, the soft clink echoing in the small space. “Let us see if you can take me as well as you take my fingers.”

Your thighs trembled as he pulled himself free, his cock thick and flushed, the tip leaking with precum.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

You obeyed without hesitation, pressing your hands against the wall as he yanked your panties down to your knees.

“Good girl,” Viktor praised, his hand gliding down your spine before gripping your hip. “Now, stay still.”

And then he thrust into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck—!” Your cry was muffled against your arm, your walls stretching around his cock. He was big—(not as thick as Jayce), but long, hitting spots so deep it made your legs shake.

“Shh, dear” His hand slid up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you up, forcing you to arch. “Do you want them to hear?”

You moaned as he rolled his hips, his pace slow, teasing. “Maybe I do.”

Viktor chuckled. “Of course you do, little slut.”

Then he snapped his hips forward, slamming into you so deep it punched the air from your lungs.

“Viktor—!”

“That is it,” he groaned, his grip on your hip bruising as he fucked into you, deep and sharp, every thrust sending you higher. “You feel so fucking good—so tight—”

Your nails scraped against the wall, your body rocking from the force of his thrusts. “Harder—fuck—please—”

He growled, yanking you back against him, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place as he pounded into you. “So greedy,” he muttered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Taking me so well—you want my cum, hm? Want me to fill this pretty little cunt?”

You shuddered. “Yes—fuck—inside—”

His pace stuttered. “Ah—fuck.” His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight little circles. “Come for me—let me feel you.”

That was all it took.

You cried out, your walls clamping down around him as your orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and blinding. Viktor groaned, thrusting once, twice more before he spilled inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum.

Your body slumped against him, your breathing ragged, your mind foggy.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then— A loud knock.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!”

Viktor huffed a laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling out. He groaned as he watched his cum drip down your thighs, his thumb swiping through the mess before pushing it back inside you.

“Mm,” he hummed. “We must do this again sometime.”

You smirked over your shoulder. “Your room. Twenty minutes.”

Viktor exhaled sharply, a grin tugging at his lips.

“You read my mind.”

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

This game had been a bad idea.

It had started as nothing more than a joke—a childish game of Seven Minutes in Heaven among drunken scholars, fueled by too much wine and reckless decisions. Jayce had participated reluctantly, Viktor even more so, but you?

You had been waiting for this.

Because you knew.

You knew how Jayce watched you when he thought you weren’t looking, his hands twitching at his sides every time your skirts rode up just a little too high. You knew how Viktor’s golden eyes lingered when you spoke, how his voice would drop to something dangerous whenever you teased him.

You knew, and you wanted to break them.

And fate had given you exactly what you wanted.

Because when the bottle spun? It landed on both of them.

The room had erupted with laughter and teasing, but all you could focus on was the way both of them looked at you—Jayce’s mouth slightly open, his pupils blown wide, and Viktor’s smirk curling at the edges, like he already knew what you were thinking.

Now, in the cramped, dark closet, pressed between both of them, you could feel the tension.

“This is unfair,” Jayce muttered, his breath hot against your ear. “How the fuck are we supposed to do this?”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways,” Viktor mused, his voice thick with amusement as his fingers brushed along your hip. “Unless you are too afraid, Talis?”

Jayce huffed. “Fuck you.”

“Mm,” Viktor chuckled. “I think you will find she is the one getting fucked tonight.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then, as if some unspoken agreement had been made, they moved.

Jayce grabbed your chin, tilting your head up before crashing his lips against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you. His hands were rough, gripping your waist, pulling you back against his broad chest.

You barely had time to moan into the kiss before Viktor’s hands were lifting your skirt, his fingers sliding between your thighs.

“Already wet,” Viktor murmured, his breath ghosting against your neck as he dragged a single finger over your soaked panties. “How needy you must be.”

Jayce groaned against your mouth, his grip tightening. “She fucking loves this,” he muttered, grinding his cock against your ass, already hard and aching. “Look at her—barely even touched and already dripping.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against Jayce’s chest as Viktor’s fingers pushed your panties aside, his touch featherlight, teasing.

“Don’t tease her,” Jayce growled. “Give her what she wants.”

Viktor laughed. “Impatient as always.”

And then he thrust two fingers inside you.

“Fuck—!” Your cry was muffled as Jayce swallowed your moan, his tongue sliding against yours in a desperate, messy kiss.

Viktor’s fingers worked you open, slow but relentless, curling just right, pressing against that perfect fucking spot that had your thighs trembling.

“She clenches around my fingers so nicely,” Viktor mused, his voice thick with amusement. “Imagine how she will feel around your cock, Talis.”

Jayce groaned, rutting against you like he was barely holding himself back. “Jesus, Viktor—”

“Shh, patience,” Viktor murmured, his free hand reaching for Jayce’s wrist, guiding it between your legs. “Touch her.”

Jayce’s breath hitched.

Then his fingers were there—thick and calloused, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as Viktor continued to fuck you with his fingers.

You shattered.

Your legs shook, a broken moan slipping past your lips as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering around Viktor’s fingers.

But they weren’t done.

Jayce growled, grabbing you and spinning you around before pressing you up against the closet wall.

“I need to fuck you,” he rasped, his hands tearing at his belt. “Right fucking now.”

You barely had time to nod before he was lifting one of your legs around his waist, his thick, aching cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.

“Jayce—fuck—”

“I got you, baby,” he muttered before slamming into you.

“Fuck—!”

Jayce filled you, stretching you wide, every thick inch forcing a cry from your throat. He barely gave you time to adjust before he started moving, his pace rough and brutal.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, slamming you down onto his cock with every thrust. “Been wanting this for so long—fuck—”

“You should see her, Viktor,” he rasped. “Look at her—taking my cock so fucking well.”

Viktor hummed, his golden eyes burning as he watched you come undone.

Then he reached out, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed.

Viktor smirked before spitting onto your tongue.

You moaned, your cunt clenching around Jayce’s cock as you swallowed.

“Good girl,” Viktor murmured, his fingers stroking your cheek. “Perhaps next time, you will be stuffed from both ends.”

Jayce groaned, his hips snapping faster. “Fuck—gonna come—”

“Inside,” Viktor ordered. “Fill her up, Talis.”

Jayce snapped, thrusting deep before spilling inside you, thick ropes of cum filling your already-soaked cunt.

But Viktor wasn’t done.

“Bend her over,” Viktor ordered. “It is my turn.”

Jayce grinned, pulling out before flipping you around, pressing your cheek against the wall. “You can take it don’t worry”

Viktor was ruthless.

Where Jayce had been all heat and desperation, fucking you like he’d been starving for you, Viktor was calculated. Precise. He took his time, making sure you felt every inch of him as he pushed deep inside your already-fucked, cum-filled cunt.

“Look at you,” Viktor murmured, his fingers digging into your hips as he bottomed out. “So full of Talis’ cum, and still begging for more.”

You whimpered, your cheek pressed against the wall, nails scraping at the wooden surface as he rolled his hips, dragging his cock almost completely out before slamming back in.

“Fuck—!”

Behind you, Viktor chuckled darkly. “Such pretty sounds.” His grip on your hips tightened. “Let us see what other noises you can make.”

And then he fucked you.

Deep, slow thrusts that made your legs shake, your overstimulated walls fluttering around his cock. Each stroke was precise, his length hitting that perfect fucking spot inside you, over and over.

“Shit—she’s squeezing you so tight,” Jayce muttered, his breath hot against your cheek. “Bet she’s still dripping from my cum, huh?”

Viktor groaned, his hands sliding up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch you deeper. “She is greedy,” he mused, his pace never faltering. “So eager to be filled.”

Jayce hummed, his hands sliding down to spread your ass, watching as Viktor’s cock disappeared into your soaked, messy cunt. “Goddamn, look at her,” he rasped. “Taking it so well.”

You whimpered, your entire body burning, overstimulated and desperate for more. “Please—”

Jayce smirked. “Please what, baby?”

“More—fuck—please—”

Viktor chuckled, his fingers tangling in your hair before yanking your head back. “More? Are you sure?”

“Yes—fuck—yes—”

“Talis,” Viktor said, his golden eyes dark with something wicked. “Give her something for her mouth.”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Oh, I love that idea.”

Before you could process it, Jayce was tilting your chin up, his cock already hard again, leaking precum from the tip.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing himself against your swollen lips. “Be a good girl and suck.”

Your cunt clenched around Viktor’s cock as you obeyed, parting your lips and letting Jayce slide inside.

“Fuck—just like that—” Jayce groaned as he pushed deeper, his fingers tangling in your hair.

Viktor grinned. “She takes you well, does she not?”

“Too well,” Jayce rasped, watching as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him down to the base. “Shit—”

Viktor’s pace picked up, his thrusts turning harder, rougher, the wet, filthy sounds of your cunt getting fucked and your mouth being used filling the small closet.

“You were made for this,” Viktor groaned, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he slammed into you, his cock coated in Jayce’s cum. “A perfect little toy for us to ruin.”

You whimpered around Jayce’s cock, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you took it.

“That’s it, baby,” Jayce groaned, his grip on your hair tightening. “Fuck—feels so good—”

Viktor wasn’t far behind. His thrusts were turning sloppy, his breath ragged as your walls clenched around him, milking him. “You want it agai?” he rasped. “Want me to fill you up like Talis did?”

You moaned around Jayce, your entire body trembling as another orgasm built inside you.

“Fuck, I think she does,” Jayce laughed, feeling the way your throat vibrated around him. “Go on, Viktor—fill her up. Let’s see how much she can take.”

Viktor snapped, his hips slamming against yours one last time before he groaned, spilling deep inside you, adding to the filthy mess already dripping down your thighs.

The feeling of it—the warmth, the fullness—sent you over the edge.

Your entire body tensed as your orgasm ripped through you, your cunt fluttering, squeezing every last drop from Viktor as you whined around Jayce’s cock.

“Fuck—fuck—” Jayce groaned, his hips jerking as he spilled down your throat. “Take it all, sweetheart—fuck—”

You swallowed every drop, your body still shaking as the aftershocks wrecked you.

For a moment, the three of you just breathed, the only sounds in the closet heavy gasps and the filthy wet noises of your bodies still pressed together.

Then—A loud knock on the door.

“Times up, lovebirds!”

Jayce snorted, still breathless. “Yeah, no shit.”

Viktor hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to your spine before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip from your thoroughly-fucked pussy. “What a mess,” he murmured. “I do hope you plan on cleaning her up, Talis.”

Jayce grinned, sliding a finger between your legs, collecting some of the mess before pressing it against your lips. “You gonna be good and lick it up, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, already opening your mouth to obey.

Viktor chuckled. “I think we shall need more than seven minutes next time.”

Jayce smirked. “Oh, I guarantee it.”

[linkedsoul]

Okay but Arcane AU inspired by this fanart where Jinx sneaks into Viktor and Jayce's lab to steal something and ends up looking at some of their equations and goes "I could solve that" and Viktor finds her in the morning "improving" some of he and Jayce's designs.

And he just

kind of recruits her?

Like "this can't be official but if you wanna come back and have a go at this bad boy, by all means, but please don't scribble too much on Jayce's notes he's very proud of his bullet points"

And when Jayce finds out, after some baffled "and you INVITED HER TO COME BACK???? honey we need to talk about this" he comes to terms with it because sure, Jinx makes A MESS and half her ideas for hextech are variations of the word bomb but also she does help a lot. And sometimes she draws a smiley face on his notes but that's cute you know?? So it's okay. Just warn him beforehand okay Vik? Don't do it again Vik. You can't just adopt people like that Vik.

Of course, Viktor says, and just as Jayce is warming up to Jinx, Ekko sneaks into the lab to steal something one night and Viktor catches him.