what used to be the man of progress for piltover is now the rugged and mentally deteriorating husk of a man. touching the hexcore changed him permanently. longer dark hair, a beard, latino, tan skin, amber eyes.
the hammer crushes his leg, and he feels the bones crunch and break, unbearable pain making his body convulse.
and he's falling again. falling, falling, falling, splitting his back on the cavern floor, air dense and thick and heavier than the weight in his stomach when he realises he's stuck. white-hot pain, loss, *grief.*
jayce gasps for air. he gasps, and gasps, and none comes, and he's-
he flies up in bed, hand clutching at his sweat-ridden chest, heart racing. he feels wild, unruly, panicked. he's reaching for his hammer, and his head swings around, but..
he's met with your sleepy face.
his partner. his *love.* he was gone for months and you let him back into your life. it's been two weeks since he came back from the alternate universe, and he's no better, really.
“jayce?” you murmur, rubbing at your eyes. hesitantly, you reach out to touch his shoulder.
he's not jittery like he was on his first night back.
“it's all my fault. all my fault, heimerdinger, and- and that boy, ekko. missing because of me.” he pants out, head in his hands, fingers in his hair and tugging, *tight.* “and viktor,” he says his partner's name with torment in his voice. “i- i-”
“none of that was your fault, baby.” you say as your heart aches for him. you sit up in bed, squeezing his shoulder now. “you did what you had to do. you saved us.”
“no, no, no.” he mutters, shaking his head that hands between his shoulders. “i don't deserve that. i didn't.. i ruined- i don't deserve you.”
“you're a good person, jayce talis. i don't want you to think otherwise. you're deserving of all the love i can give.” you open your arms up, and he folds into them, small and vulnerable. your heart wrenches for him.
a broken sob escapes him. “not you, too. not you.” he chokes out, shaking his head.
you frown, confused, but run your hands through his now longer hair. this isn't the jayce you know. this isn't the man of progress or the golden boy of piltover. he's broken and a completely new version of himself. but you will love him all the same.
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