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Hi how are you ? Can you please write an imagine with Jayce where he is in love with another councilor but who is quite different from the others, she is very intelligent she spends a lot of time reading, she is quite shy so she doesn’t speak much but every time she does it it’s to make a very specific remark that people hadn’t necessarily thought of

Hello! I'm fine, thank you <3 I hope you're alright too

Sorry I took a while. I was Googling what an imagine is (because I'm a boomer's soul), but I'm very bad at condensing information, so I made a fic aaand... I went a lil bit overboard.

It's my first request so I hope you like it :) [also warning because the title is terrible 💀💀 ]

Taciturn Artifice

Jayce x Fem!Reader----2.2K----SFW but a bit suggestive at the end

Jayce saw you for the first time in his trial. It would have been a lie, however, to say he noticed you right away. In the dark room, his attention was focused on Councilor Medarda, his former role model, Professor Heimerdinger, and his patron, Councilor Kiramman. However, his eyes were driven to the figure leaning against her elbows, checking the papers in front of her with the dim light that framed him when you said, with a firm, as-a-matter-of-fact tone:

“I don’t consider banishment to be an appropriate punishment. Unless you wish to inflict a domino effect into every young inventor enrolled in the Academy that got an inclination for the unconventional.” She wasn't looking at any Councilor, nor the public, even if the rest were suddenly surprised by her intervention. "From what I understand, the accident that occurred in the Kiramman’s atelier wasn't caused directly by him. What drives us to assume we wouldn't be aware of his experimentations until…" her voice faded while she looked at the papers, "Mr. Talis, could present his breakthrough.”

“I don’t understand where you want to go with that argument, Councilor.”

You sighed, facing the Councilor that interrupted. "What I mean is that his experiments weren't dangerous until now. It was an accident. Banish him would only threaten other inventors in their desires to create something that could change radically the technological progress in our city.”

Jayce saw Mel press her eyebrows together slightly, considering your words.

“We can’t let this matter pass. Piltover was founded to escape the warmongering of mages.”

You shrugged. “We’re not Demacia." Did he hear you mumble that? Perhaps he was hearing things.

But you didn’t say anything out loud again before the Council voted for him to be expelled from the Academy or be banished, with your hand raised at last deciding his fate to a not-so-grim end.

Only when the trial ended, and Jayce was free to go with his mother, did you dare to look at him with dropped eyes and lips tighten on a fine line. Was that... sadness?

When he was leaving, he heard you saying: “Please evacuate the room, the trial is over. We call a private meeting with the Sheriff.”

Hours later, Mel Medarda and you discovered both Viktor and Jayce sneaking inside Heimerdinger’s lab. After Mel left to distract the guard, you lingered for just a few seconds.

“Good luck,” you muttered, voice cold and breathy. “You’re going to need it.”

After the breakthrough, with the blue light emanating from the laboratory, and even despite him floating in the air, the sight of your absence in such an important event made him feel like a tiny weight established inside his chest.

*~*~*~*

It was a long time before he could meet you again, even if sometimes Mel Medarda talked about you. Hextech was sponsored mainly by her, but sometimes your name was scribbled in the paperwork Jayce revised during lunchtime.

Jayce used the times Viktor and he were called to Council meetings to answer questions about prototypes and progress in Hextech to learn more about your reserved behavior. A notebook, scattered papers, or a book always was in front of your seat at the Council. In most of them you kept quiet until another Councilor—Mel Medarda, usually—asked you a question or your insight.

Only through her, Cassandra Kiramman, and Heimerdinger he could be familiar with a partial image of your life. You were the daughter of a merchant family lineage, just like Mel, you were designated to protect and enhance the family's fortune through sponsorships of new inventions and new commercial deals. But part of your fortune was poured into independent, personal research.

You were elected as a Councilor despite your young age because of your quick wit. Mel allied with you because both complemented perfectly. She, with her outspoken, charming personality convinced almost everybody in the room. You were her magic card, ending arguments with sharp ideas enveloped in a soft, distant voice.

“When you're a quiet person, the weight of your words becomes heavier once you said them," Mel confessed Jayce once. “Even if y/n doesn’t talk that much, when she does, everyone must listen, because she’s about to say something relevant.”

Every time he saw you again, he found himself waiting for you to speak. So, he began to pick on Mel's trick and ask you directly.

Jayce was waiting for the Councilors to leave the main room outside the hall, seeing you were ordering several pages covering your seat at the roundish meeting table. When you went out into the corridor, Jayce straightened his spine and approached you.

“Hello, Councilor. I was wondering if you could give me your insight about an urgent matter? I would appreciate it." The sudden attention made your eyes widen as if you never thought he would ask you something. He found it cute.

“Me?” He nodded, and you squeezed harder the papers in your hands. “If you wish to, then alright.”

“Professor Heimerdinger said it isn't safe to show the new prototypes of Hextech this Progress Day. He thinks it's necessary to wait more time to present them to the public, but I think we can solve the safety problem before Progress Day.”

“And?” you asked, peeking at how his hands flew, gesturing while talking.

“Do you mind if I ask you to see the prototypes and give us feedback? I think a second opinion would be highly desired.”

You blinked. “I didn’t enroll at the Academy. I’m afraid to say that I’m no expert in the matter.”

“Much better, then. You don’t have a bias that could sometimes cloud judgment."

You didn’t say anything during some seconds in which Jayce thought you were hearing his frenetic heartbeat in the middle of the empty hallway.

“Let’s go.”

In the lab, a doubtful Viktor and an overexcited Jayce gave you the same speech they prepared for Heimerdinger. When it was over, you tilted your head slightly, simply saying: “Why not put a lock in them?"

“Pardon?”

“Yes. The problem is that the gemstone could be used to power any artifact that could use a specific combination of runes. But if you built a closure spell within the runes that made the artifact work, then the gemstone could not be extracted, avoiding any misuse.”

Both scientists looked at each other, bobbing their heads, hands extended, and speechless.

“Well, I hope my insight was helpful.” You were already walking towards the door, with Jayce following close. “Have a good afternoon.”

"W-wait!" he called out, making you freeze at the door’s threshold. “I’m indebted to you. With these changes, Heimerdinger may allow us to present them to the public sooner than we first thought." He paused, which made you look at him with curiosity.

"I hope so, you both worked hard on those inventions. You deserve it."

“I… wanted to thank you for asking you out for dinner, perhaps?" He had his fingers interlaced tightly against his stomach.

The most minuscule of the smiles curved your lips.

“Maybe another day, when you finish fixing your prototypes first." With that, you turned and began to walk away.

*~*~*~*

When he became Councilor, the first thing that came to mind was that he would be able to spend more time with you. He made a list of things he could ask you about politics so you two could reunite every other afternoon and review some laws, consult some trials, and learn what a Councilor was supposed to do.

The days became weeks, and then a couple of months. Jayce grew familiar with your presence, chatting lazily when the rest of the Councilors were yet to arrive or were already left. You were much more outspoken alone, especially in the commodity of your home. Because that was where you spent most of your time. After you asked Jayce to have your scheduled reunions in there, he thought his blush would give away the feelings he tried to hide for the sake of not scaring you off, but you were focused on gathering your belongings to notice.

From that day on, Jayce showed up uninvited to your house, but surprisingly, you didn’t mind. Even if some days later, when Jayce mentioned it talking with Mel, she said that you preferred that any visit should be notified at least days prior.

The Councilor looked amused. “Make sure to assist to the party tomorrow, then. We will be celebrating Councilor y/n’s birthday. And I assume you don’t want to overlook this… opportunity.”

Jayce stood there with his eyes wide open. Was it that obvious?

There was no need to make such a fuss anyway. Jayce was already a ball of nervousness when he entered the reception hall in Mel Medarda’s house, an apartment that occupied the complete floor of one of the highest buildings in the city. When Jayce arrived, people were gathered in the place, talking and dancing around the open balcony. Fine liquor flowed freely in fancy glasses, he noted glances of shining gold and silver over the setting sun that painted the room red.

But where were you?

Scanning the room, he concluded that there were many people here for you to be comfortable. Jayce approached Mel, that was talking in a corner with Elora, her assistant, and right hand.

"Mel, Elora." He bowed. "By any chance, do you know where is Councilor y/n? I thought she would be here, but…”

“Ah, Jayce. You arrived a little late. She got tired of shaking hands and chatting, I believe she’s in the living room relaxing for a moment.” She looked at her companion. “Elora, could you lead him there, please?”

Such room was located in the heart of the apartment, far away from the chatter and music that in the vaulted alcove was a fading echo. It was filled with shelves containing books and other curiosities. An off chimney faced a pair of sofas and a table. You were occupying the largest couch, laying face up.

It looked as if you were napping. He was about to turn away when you said his name with a sleepy voice.

“Ah, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You don’t have to be.” You incorporated, patting the seat next to you for him to sit. “I was hoping Mel could send you here. I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Of course, I would come! I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” Jayce’s cheeks were covered in a deep red while he was searching for something inside his pockets. “And speaking of, this is for you.”

It was a little wooden box, so little it would fit in his right hand. He opened with such care it seemed it was made with glass instead. Inside, a single necklace was wrapped gently in velvet.

Jayce looked at your eyes squint at the borders, such a wide smile parted your lips that he felt his heart flutter. "Do you like it?"

"You made it don't you?" Your fingers caressed the cold metal against your fingers when you picked it up. “I’ve never seen a design like this.”

“Yes… it’s a little sloppy—”

“No, not at all.” You chuckled. “It’s perfect, thank you. Can you… help me put it on?”

You were so close, and yet it wasn’t as intimate as when Jayce got even closer, his broad shoulders brushing yours as you pulled your hair to expose your neck. Even if the fireplace was off, the room felt on fire. His fingers were light against your neck, their texture rough for his inventor’s side, and his face was too close that you could feel his agitated breaths moving your hair.

He didn’t get to lock the necklace before you were inclined to him. But Jayce reacted quickly, with one of his hands holding your neck while the other reached for your cheek.

The necklace fell into your clothing neckline, and the cold metal sent shivers down your spine, chills that were augmented exponentially by Jayce’s lips against yours, his tongue gently asking you to part your lips to let him in.

Grasping him by the collar, you complied. Surprised by your action, he moaned against your mouth. His hands began to descend at the same time as yours.

After some moments, a pair of heels clicked against the marble floor, making their way to the living room. You pushed him away, trying to fix the wrinkles in his suit and to pretend your clothing was in a better state. You also had to accommodate the fallen necklace, so you took it from your chest and into your palms.

Mel was at the door, an empty glass in her hands. “It’s time for the toast.”

“Yes, it is.” Your legs shook a little when you took the first couple of steps. Looking back, Jayce was glued to the couch, eyes lost somewhere in the last minutes. Laughing, you passed alongside Mel. "I'll see you later, Jayce. You still have to give my gift.”

Mel gave them a raised brow, but she didn’t say anything while she took the lead, guiding you to the main hall. Jayce furrowed, but next to him was the necklace.

Trying to suppress a snort, he took it and put it inside his pocket, eager to have another opportunity he was about to take full advantage of.

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