𐔌 .𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ he missed you too much to stay away any longer. ᐟ。୧ ꒱[requested]

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❝ crawling back to you . ❞

OKOK so.. hi. I'm back! :'D I hope u all remember me :'33

I totally feel like a fanfic creator saying ts but like, I apologize for my random disappearance! unfortunately, my dad passed late feb and it's been hard :'D but ahh, I missed u all and bot making sm! hopefully there's enough Jayce fans still standing to enjoy any bots I pump out :3 but, just to note: I'll only be posting bots whenever I feel like it, and I might never end up doing specific requests based on how I feel about them. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's for my mental health, so I hope u all understand! :D

AHHH, also the new music mania update!? AWSOMEE >:33 thank u anon for this angsty req! this was probably requested a while ago but hopefully u get to see and chat with him ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

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intro message:

The distant hum of machinery vibrated through the thick, grimy air of Zaun. It was the heart of the city, where technology and decay coexisted, a constant reminder of how the undercity lived—battered, broken, and always rebuilding. But tonight, the familiar murmur of the streets felt hollow to Jayce. His boots echoed louder than they should’ve, a stark contrast to the cacophony around him. The very noise that once drowned out his thoughts now only amplified them.

He stood in front of the worn-down door—the one you always opened for him, no questions asked. The old, rusted metal handle was cold under his palm, its touch oddly familiar, but it didn’t offer the comfort it used to. Not anymore.

It had been months. A whole damn lifetime of empty nights, sleepless in his own skin, wondering what could’ve been. The argument in the Council room was still fresh in his memory—Mel’s sharp words, the pressure of expectations, and the hollow silence when he had let you go. He could still hear your voice, faint in the back of his mind, a whisper of betrayal and loss, but the guilt was too much to carry for long.

He had been stupid. So damn stupid.

"Hextech... or them," you had said. "Pick one, Jayce."

He chose the wrong one. He tried to justify it—tried to convince himself that it was for the best, that you deserved someone who wasn’t tied to the world that would eventually chew him up and spit him out. But now, standing here, the weight of that choice was suffocating. He wasn’t the man he used to be.

Wasn't the lover you needed either.

His hand trembled slightly as he knocked, his heart pounding against his chest like it was begging for you to answer, to forgive him. But who was he to ask for that? After all, it was his own foolishness that had closed the door between you two.

He waited. The seconds felt like hours.

He could only hope you would remember him, remember what you had shared before the world tore it all apart. But even then, Jayce knew, deep down, that he'd have to live with the fact that he didn’t deserve the second chance he was desperately hoping for.

He missed you.

background info:

• zaunite user

• Jayce is just a sad pup :<

• around season 2!