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Jayce raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of cuisine?”
“The kind with a brilliant mind and a pretty face. She seems particularly taken with one of Piltover’s youngest and brightest. For a moment,” Mel continued. “I thought she was talking about you.” Her laughter followed, light and musical, as she moved past him.
Jayce’s smile faltered as a sudden realisation came to the forefront of his mind.
Or, Ambessa wants to sample the local cuisine and the cuisine in question is Viktor.
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Bookmarked by Kingmandude
26 Jan 2025
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Wish there was more. So we'll write and has her character nailed down
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Jayce and Viktor’s little girl is growing up, and she has an abundance of wonderful aunties to help her along the way.
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- Part 2 of How a Family Sticks Together
Bookmarked by Kingmandude
10 Jan 2025
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SO CUTE, wish I could read more, Mirabel is so endearing and intelligent
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“Cold,” he muttered, his voice cracking as more tears pooled in his eyes, his muscles tensing again. “We’re stuck, we— it’s snowing, we’re going to— we can't—”
“Jayce, breathe,” Viktor reminded him, words clear and gentle, pushing away his discomfort with eye contact to stare directly into Jayce’s; giving him something solid to stare at to ground himself
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Jayce didn't like the cold. Viktor was not good at comforting people, but he could try for his partner. -
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Very self-indulgent post-canon space-and-time-travel fix-it fic about Jayvik.
After the explosion of the hexcore, Jayce and Viktor find themselves in another world before they met and created Hextech. They get a second chance to make it right.
Little post epilogue added coz Jayvik alive and travelling through time and space at the end is canon now idc so let's celebrate ;)
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- Part 1 of Hexdream series
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Bruce was…small. His tailored suit draped over his diminished stature like a blanket and made him look so terribly tiny and fragile, like the slightest wind could blow him over.
For a moment, Tim stood stockstill, unsure what to do because his father - his larger than life father - had turned into a child.
Bruce is de-aged back to the night his parents were shot. He doesn't remember the Bats but he knows they're family. Bonding ensues.