i'll never understand why jayce x vander got a big popularity boost before jayce x silco, because like, i like hammerhound as much as the next guy but i feel like jayco is such a funny ship to conceptualize
like jayce would go to negotiations with silco thinking "hm, yes, the chembaron silco, i consider him a major political rival, and i detest all that he's done with the shimmer factories, but i still must respect his skill as a social engineer and businessman. as much as he fights against piltovan ideals, he has an incredible dedication to progress for the undercity that i find admirable."
and silco goes to negotiations betting sevika 5$ that if he wears the very fitted suit, jayce will come out as bisexual within 2 weeks
A form of mimicry in which a predator (the mimic) closely resembles another organism (the model) that is attractive to a third organism (the dupe) on which the mimic preys.
▶ "You See Pleasure in My Glare" Jayce x Silco x Viktor
co-authored with @brokenvirgin || Oneshot || 13k words || *No Warnings Apply* | Rating: E
"What exactly are you testing?"
"Uh, not important! We—"
"We're testing to see how long it'll vibrate before it starts to overheat or break down."
"—And that's all we're testing!"
"Yes," Viktor's smile is downright devious. "I am using Jayce as the test subject."
Jayce and Viktor are caught mid-experiment. Silco lends a hand (for the sake of science, of course). Oneshot continuation to "On His Mouth Like Liquor."
HRGGGGH OK IMAGINE. JAILCO COFFEE SHOP AU JAYCE IS CUTE BARISTA AND SILCO COMES IN LIKE EVERY DAY FOR HIS BITTER ASS COFFEE 🦐
Jayce is pretty friendly, but he has a rule. Mirror the customer’s energy. If they don’t wanna talk, don’t make them talk. Throw out a half a conversational lead, get no reply? Don’t push it. Some people are lonely and desperately wanted to have a conversation over the top of their latte, but a lot of them just want the fucking latte. He understands that! He is very good at understanding that.
Fuck his rule, though, he desperately needs to know this guy’s deal.
“Today I'm gonna do it.” He tells Cait, calling up from where he’s on his knees getting out the register paper. “I’m gonna ask him.”
“No you’re not.” Cait says, distracted herself refilling the cups. “—I swear the closers never remember to—” She cuts off, abrupt, but Jayce just takes the chance to barrel on.
“Yes I am! Seriously, he comes in here every single morning, same time, and this time i’m—”
He pops up with the paper in his hand, and. Well. oops.
His favorite regular is standing in front of the counter. He has his good eyebrow lifted, and the scar and the custom glass eye with the red fiery iris does look extra intimidating today, but Jayce grins, instinctively.
“Hey!” he says. “Your usual?”
“My usual, yes.” He says, casually, and for half a second as Jayce rings him up he thinks he’s gotten away clean, but as the man— Silco, Jayce reminds himself, that was the name he’d been writing down on cups for months— inserts his card, he asks—
“Have a regular you’re curious about?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jayce says, processing the payment. “—It’s always the hot ones with the weird drink orders.”
Silco’s eyebrow inches a little higher, and Jayce just grins wider. Their standoff is unbroken for a moment, but then the terminal beeps at Silco to remove his card, and he complies.
“—What kind of strange?” He asks, and Jayce decides that the receipt printer’s exact mechanisms are fascinating, actually, and really do require his complete attention, and keeps his eyes on Silco’s receipt as it unfurls.
“Well, it’s a really normal order, is the thing.” Jayce says. “Like maybe he could make it at home. Not the kind of thing you’d usually expect a businessman to order every day at a coffee shop. At—” he glances at the clock before he glances up at Silco, “—eight fifteen. Or so. Every day.”
Silco’s eyes travel over Jayce, like he’s considering him in his entirety, before he meets his eyes.
“Perhaps he’s interested in the barista.” He says, tone considering, and Jayce very impressively does not have a heart attack. He’s proud of himself on this one, actually.
“Maybe the barista’s off at noon today.” He says.
“Do you bring a change of clothes to work?” Silco asks, and Jayce blinks.
“—yeah. Don’t wanna wear the uniform longer than I have to.”
“Then you have a lunch date.” Silco says, reaching over the counter and grabbing his receipt off the printer. “Be off on time.”
Jayce opens his mouth to make a joke about getting off, closes it again. “Yeah.” He says, lamely. Silco looks amused at him and just leaves to the pickup counter without another word.
“Smooth.” Caitlyn mutters, under her breath.
“I got the date, didn’t i?” Jayce mutters back.
“Either that or you’re being kidnapped."
“That guy can kidnap me any time.” Jayce says, fervently, and Caitlyn shoves him.
“Go— get more mocha syrup. I can’t with you.”
Jayce complies, and it’s honestly an effort not to skip.
