#and that voice...teasing Jayce...ou

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,

OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands

I'll draw it.

[4thdevil]

((Listen I am not YOUR Jayce but I am A Jayce and I will die for your ship so - “Nurse Me” for Jayce Davies please :D

Leave a“Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healingyours.     /     @goldenjerk ( @legacyofheart )

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     The last thing Khada Jhin wanted to dealwith a scenario like this, in fact, he couldn’t fathom how his Jayce got himself into this predicament. But his Jayce was gone, without a trace and he had no ideawhat to do with this false copy of his own. But from what he was told, it wouldbe a bad idea to let something happen to this one, lest he like his own back inone piece. Jhin, clueless as to the matter at hand, is now dealing with aninjured inventor. Nicked from fiddling with something and now blood was spillingonto the polished surface of Jayce’s table, it was a brilliant color, one thattempted the killer more than anything the other was saying to him; in fact,what was he saying? Was he being called for or was he trying to make pointlessdemands as if they’d be heeded?

     “You must really think me to be a decenthuman being to assume I’d care for what happens to you.” Khada Jhin’s voice isgentle, there’s a twinge of amusement as well as crimson eyes glancing from theblood that was sliding down his hand, his wrist… dripping onto the table, “though,considering you have answers to questions I tend to ask. Only once, will I aidyou.”

     “Can you just shut up and get the kit already?”Jayce Davies speaks up with irritation with a look to match. That alone enticesJhin to let out a low chuckle before he’s turning in his seat to take a stand.Once he has, he’s walking off to one of the end tables by the living area, anddigits open the small drawer to glance at the very item he sought for, claimingit. The virtuoso takes his time as he gets what he needs, for all he cared, theman was far more irritating than his own. Or perhaps, he was always thatirritating and this one is simply a big reminder of how utterly infuriating hewas when they first met. “Hey, any time now would be spectacular!” Oh, how hisvoice was nothing but ruining his pleasant thoughts. Jhin departing for a rag andin a matter of a few minutes, he was returning to his side and seats himself. “Lookwho decides to arrive.” And there’s a huff that leaves Jhin, a chuckle followingafter.

     “You sure do have a charming manner ofspeaking. Now, silence before I decide your injury means nothing of importance.”There’s silence that comes as he requests it, and gently does he take the other’shand and begins to clean the wound, dabbing gently in some spots closest to thewound. “You should be lucky. I normally could care less for another’s state ofbeing. Not even your little duplicate.” He speaks as his eyes stare intently,while his eyes were dull, focused and analytical. His hands remained careful,gentle and precise in movements. The blood, for the most part, was already stoppedand only dared to spot the surface of the cut on the palm of his hand. “Youknow, I won’t hear the end of it if you stain his table. He’d think this was mydoing.” He pokes fun at the other, a small little tease before he’s directinghis attention to claim the ointment.

     “Well, sounds like it’ll suck for you.” Jaycejabs in response, and while it could humor Jhin, he gives a short roll of hiseyes before he’s uncapping the tube and plucking a swab to apply it. Khada Jhinwas normally a man who would ignore such statements but given thecircumstances, he wasn’t in the most tolerating moods. So, upon applying theointment to the wound, he applied sharp pressure to get his point across. Thelast thing he wanted was for Martel to be harping to Jhin about whatever it ishe saw fit. He knew what kind of migraine he’d obtain from that kind of exchange.It wasn’t one he’d look forward to. A sharp breath leaves the inventor and aquip comes along, “hey, that hurts you know.”

     “Oh, does it? Sounds thrilling, do expressyour obvious distaste for the situation at hand. It’ll surely help you in thelong run.” Though he bites back, the pressure he applies is slowly lifted andhe continues to seal the wound in a layer of medicine before he sets the itemdown to retrieve another. The bandage now being unraveled to wrap around hishand, really, how did he get this injury again? Ah yes, fiddling with objectsthat, in Jhin’s eyes, shouldn’t. “Perhaps now you will learn to not toy withanother person’s belongings. As a result, I now must care for one I shouldn’tand clean up someone’s blood in hopes that it has yet set in to leave stains.So yes, Davies, thank you very much.”