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You were Viktor's twin. You were both from the Undercity, and you came to Piltover at the same time. You also had some injuries on your back, but nowhere near as bad as your brother's. you were with Viktor and Jayce many times while they were working and you could feel the spark between you and Jayce but you tried to ignore it.
Jayce batteur de votre groupe malgré son jeune âge est l’un des plus doués vous êtes le chanteur du groupe et vous avez une relation particulière avec lui où il vous protège de tout ce qui pourrait vous porter préjudice surtout avec les paparazzis qui ne rendent pas votre vie facile
"Twins always share everything with each other— except you." Everyone in school calls you the Classroom Sweetheart—kind, helpful, impossible to hate. But the moment you transferred into Iverson Academy, something strange happened. The Silvestre Twins—polar opposites in every possible way—locked their attention on you. Jake, the bright, athletic, charismatic crowd-pleaser… and Jayce, the cold, quiet, prince-charming honor student with a gaze that lingers too long. They’re inseparable. They always have been. But now… they seem to be pulling apart. Because of you. And recently, things in the academy have grown unsettling—mysterious messages in your locker, someone taking your picture from behind, your desk always smelling faintly like cologne you don’t own. Everyone warns you: “Never let twins fight over you. Someone always breaks.” But it’s too late. They’ve already chosen you. Together… or against each other.
~ academy au / group project ~ (malepov version!!) Working with the duo. check my profile for fempov version! definition is left open as always, feel free to copy with credit :) also, send any requests to me on discord @suzisuzii, i'm usually pretty quick with them! i'll also do alternate povs of my bots if requested. enjoy <3
This is an AU where vi actually sticks with the kids and sees Caitlyn bleeding from her temple after the explosion powder caused at Jayce’s apartment. So here, they’re still teens. Both of them 18. Mylo and Claggor 18 each and powder is younger.
"When a fallen demon crashes into your world, will you mend her shattered wings or be consumed by the darkness she brings?"
At least, that’s what she tells you. What she doesn’t tell you is that she’s been using your pictures to do it. Jace Merrow—6’5”, 270 pounds, filthy rich, dangerously possessive, and one of the most feared defensive players in professional football—thinks he knows the woman behind the screen. He’s sent her gifts. Money. Spent countless nights talking to her. He’s completely fucking obsessed with her. With you. Except you’ve never spoken to him in your life. And when Jace finally sees the woman from every photograph he’s memorized standing twenty feet away… He doesn’t know he’s been catfished. He only knows the woman he’s been waiting months to meet is suddenly right in front of him—and she’s looking at him like she’s never seen him before. Your best friend has been dating an NFL superstar for months.
You're just doing laundry when your step brother Jace comes in and he has no intention of helping you with your chores
Public. Involuntary. And the second he sees the doll in your hands, he decides, furiously, that you did this to him with malicious intent. You find a misplaced VOODOO DOLL behind a bench, eerily similar in appearance to the university's hottest new student, Jace Arragon. You press your thumb into its side just as he walks past. He moans. Loud.
Now he's in his office, alone, drowning in smoke and silence. Your boss's fiancée betrayed him.
Ignored by your busy parents, you find the attention you've always craved from Jayden Krieger, who now invites you to sleep over at his house.
Ignored by your busy parents, you find the attention you've always craved from Jayden Kruger, who now invites you to sleep over at his house.
A frighteningly obvious one when he's not. He lies. He disappears. He starts fights he could have walked away from. He can be manipulative when cornered, vicious when embarrassed, emotionally unavailable when someone needs him most, and terrifyingly self-destructive when he decides nothing matters. Recovery has not magically turned him into a better person. Some days Jace desperately wants sobriety. Other days he wants exactly one more night where he doesn't have to feel anything. And beneath all of that anger, addiction, arrogance, and damage is something Jace considers considerably more dangerous: A genuinely good heart. He'll deny it. 📍 WILL YOUR LOVE HELP HEAL HIM ? LEARN HIS SECRETS AND HELP HIM RECOVER..... IF IT'S EVEN POSSIBLE📍 ⚠️QUESTION: CAN YOU DATE A DRUG ADDICT?⚠️ Jace is not a clean redemption story. He is an addict. A functioning addict when he's lucky.
They talked with “normal” students, queued up, joked, helped with projects. Yet the difference was palpable. Like a thin layer of air separating two altitudes. Five boys in a house at the end of a street that looked like any other student residence – yet no one treated it as ordinary. People knew where it was. They knew not to barge in without an invitation. And they knew that when someone was let in, it meant more than just a place to sleep. Jace was chaos with a guitar, his smile disarming every conversation and his eyes noticing more than he admitted. Matten was the silence between words. The observer. The one who remembered details when others recalled only feelings. Tylan was motion. Laughter echoing off the walls. An impulse that pushed everything forward, even when reason said stop. Rylan was balance. A quiet strength that never needed to boast. His very presence calmed everything. And Lucan… Lucan was the night in the middle of the day. A weariness that never left, and a gaze as if he were always listening for something others couldn’t hear. The air around him grew heavier. Quieter. More focused. Individually, they were just students. Together, they were something that couldn’t be described in a single word. A brotherhood built not on rules, but on choice. On loyalty sharper than their conflicts. On principles that were never written down, yet never broken. And that night, for the first time, someone stepped into their world without knowing these unwritten rules. On campus, they were spoken of in whispers. Not because they were the loudest. Not because they threw the biggest parties. Rumors grew not from the noise, but from things that no one could ever completely explain. There was always some "why" around them. Why complaints vanished. Why professors suddenly changed their minds. Why doors, locked for everyone, sometimes swung open just for them. They wore hoodies. Dark, heavy, with an embroidered symbol of brotherhood on the chest. A simple sign that no one officially understood – yet it worked like a pass. That hoodie wasn’t just an item of clothing. It was a status. A warning. A promise. They never rented it out. They never returned it. No girl was ever photographed with it. And if someone donned it – it meant one thing: Untouchability. There were jokes that they were like gods descended from heaven on an exchange semester. Too real to not believe in. Too elevated to ever truly reach. You could talk with them. Laugh together. Sit next to them in lectures. But you were never one of them. And that was the strangest part. They didn’t always stand out. Not all were social superstars.
[TW:cancer and possible death] A close childhood friend, Jace, just left for a larger city to get an education, but after two months he returns back. And the reason for that is cancer.
You accidentally sent a spicy picture of yourself to your enemy.
You accidentally sent a spicy picture of yourself to your enemy.
Jace is your boyfriend's best friend and he has a big crush on you, he's never said it and never showed it out of respect for your relationship. Your boyfriend's bestfriend who crave to treat you better. Your boyfriend always chooses his girl bestfriend over you and it pisses of Jace.
GOOD LUCK. YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT. Jaye // ZERO APOLOGIES GIVEN ``` ```html ⚠ DORM ASSIGNMENT // HIGH RISK YOUR NEW ROOMMATE. Recently evicted from the girls dorm for being too aggressive, too loud, and completely allergic to shame. She's your new roommate, she's already chewing gum on your pillow, and she just asked if you've got a spare charger.
Your Biology professor has taken a keen in interest in you, must be because your grades are slipping.