#i dont regret writing this

[saey707]

Personal Work: Targonite

✿ Prompt: Jayce Talis is hopelessly in love with Aya Ashina, to an extent where he fails to be a normal, functioning, human being. ✿

♡ champion focus: arcane! jayce ♡ tws: none! ♡ Self-indulgent, OC insert

It’s undeniable that Jayce Talis has always had a thing for strong women. And Aya Ashina? Well, she definitely was growing to be one of them. 

While she wasn’t exactly Piltovan- like his mother had hoped- there was something about her that drew Jayce in like a magnet. Perhaps it was her magical prowess? Her undeniable beauty? The way her horns flustered the same shade as her face when she was embarrassed?

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

While these inventions would benefit the people of Piltover, part of the reason Jayce even conjured up such obscure things was because of her. Because of Aya. The stories she told of her homeland- her favorite animal, how travel often took ages because Ionia was so far behind technologically. 

He wanted nothing more than to impress her.

“Will you please stop drooling over there and help me power this up??” Viktor asked, hand on the crank as he waited for the golden boy, who was carefully sketching his dream girl on one of the pages. Raising his head after he was snapped out of his daydreams, Jayce closed the journal, making strides over to Viktor. 

Opening up the hexchest to pull out two gemstones. He tossed one in the air, catching it effortlessly.

“Do ya think we can show Aya??” Jayce asked. 

Viktor rolled his eyes as he snatched the other gemstone, equipping it in the hexbear’s tummy. Shaking his head, Viktor eyed Jayce from the side, “We agreed we wouldn’t have any girls in the lab, especially to do something as silly as what- impress one? It’s too dangerous.”

Sighing, Jayce sheepishly started rubbing at the back of his neck. 

He may have… Accidentally invited her to the lab anyways??

“But Viktor, you don’t understand-“ “Oh I understand plenty.” Viktor retorted, “It’s her eyes. Her smile. The way she laughs. Her hair. The way she parts her hair... I swear you talk about her more than you do our actual work.” 

Confused and flustered as can be, Jayce waved his free hand. “I-It’s not like that!” Viktor, however, kept his undivided attention on the hexbear. Could it be anymore obvious that he spoke of Aya constantly??

“Okay, maybe it is like that… A little…” Jayce defeatedly spoke, Viktor shrugging as to prove his point.

Viktor continued to tinker with the bear, Jayce grinning like an idiot as he pulled a chair over, sitting down and working with the hex-skates, turning his back to the door. He was directly parallel to Viktor now. 

“I can’t help it… Her laugh sounds like a thousand angels singing! If there was a way I could listen to it all day, I would… Say, do ya think I could draw up a portable recording machine so I could capture it the next time I see her? ...Don’t answer that! I’m sure I could figure out the mechanics for one, however…” Placing goggles over his eyes, he began to work with the wiring, hopeful that he can get the blades to be remote-powered.

The Zaunite raised an eyebrow, watching as the door slightly opened, said girl about to speak and greet the duo. Confused as can be, Viktor put a finger up to speak as well, but Jayce was beating them to it.

“And her hair… She always complains about how she hates it, but I think it’s wonderful. They’re like… Lush, obsidian curls. And her eyes-“

Viktor had a shit eating grin on his face, Aya slowly creeping in with a blush covering her own. Her clawed fingers found way to her hair, picking up a clump to look at it. Was he… Talking about her??

“Yes yes, going into more detail about her eyes…” The devious inventor egged on his partner, Jayce chuckling more as he welded wires together.

“Her eyes look like they’re made from... Targonite.”

He sighed, “A soft pink that just… Shimmers in the dark. One could compare them to… sapphires or spinels, but I think they’re Targonite. Magical, unique… Rare.” 

Lips lilting upwards, Jayce removed his goggles, turning his head, only to jump back, a noise of surprise following when Aya was there, almost as red as he was.

Aya pushed her hair back, sheepishly rubbing her arm as Jayce held a hand to his heart. Heavily inhaling, he finally was able to get a ghostly string of words out: “Wh-What the hell, Aya?! Don’t you know to knock? I coulda hurt you!!”


However, it didn’t stop Aya from giggling, a hand dragging on his shoulder:

“So… You think my eyes look like Targonite??”

[solsearcher]

Some of my friends are always putting other people down and it really bothers me. They never even try to listen to me when I tell them that they're being a little harsh. They're always putting people down to make themselves feel better. Why else  would they? They'll call girls fat, but why? Because they're not skinny? That doesn't mean that they're fat. Get over yourselves and grow up. They'll say that they're independent and can stand up for them selves. They're not, they can't. I can. They let people push them around. How could you ever let someone do that? They'll also try and act all tough when I know for a fact they would never do any of the stuff they say they would. They really can't really stand to be wrong either and I always sort of prove them wrong or they can't come back with a response to something I just said. So sometimes when worst comes to worst they take it out on me. They make fun of me I guess. They'll "jokingly" say I should go to fat camp or call me stupid and tell me I'm not smart in school or tell me that I have no common sense (yeah because I'm the one that doesn't do her homework and have no common sense.) Their little "jokes" hurt. They've said a lot that has really hit me hard. But it's not just me they do it to, they do it to my other friends too. I can imagine it probably hurts them as well. They say things that maybe they don't remember saying, but I do. Perfectly. It sucks for people that have to go through that everyday. I get that I can be a bitch and get a little edgy sometimes but I would never purposely be harsh like that or intentionally hurt someone. Because those "little things" that people say to them effect them in life. I just really don't understand why they're always like that. It's just flat out mean. And cruel. I bet they would like it very much if other girls were always so critical of them. They think they're the shit. And trust me, they're fucking not. And they're kind of suckish friends to have too.