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ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴛ2

ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ | ᴠɪ | ᴄᴀɪᴛᴠɪ | ᴄʟᴀɢɢᴏʀ | ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ | ᴇᴋᴋᴏ | ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 6182 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴛɪɴᴋʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ <3 (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍʏ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄ ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ)

CAITLYN

Valentine’s Day had never been an overly extravagant affair for Caitlyn and Y/N. It wasn’t about expensive gifts or candlelit dinners—it was about the little moments, the small gestures that made their love unique.

This year, Caitlyn had planned something different. She had taken a rare day off from Enforcer duties, a feat that required some serious negotiation with Jayce. Y/N, always busy with her work in healthcare, had also managed to clear her schedule for the evening. For once, they had uninterrupted time together, and Caitlyn was determined to make the most of it.

Instead of dressing up for a fancy outing, the two found themselves in the heart of Piltover’s festival district, surrounded by the bustling energy of the Valentine’s Market. Stalls lined the streets, offering handcrafted gifts, vibrant bouquets, and decadent sweets. Lanterns bathed the cobblestone paths in a warm golden hue, adding a soft glow to the evening air.

Caitlyn intertwined her fingers with Y/N’s, a rare show of public affection from the usually reserved sharpshooter. “I thought we could just… enjoy the night,” she murmured, her sapphire eyes twinkling with excitement.

Y/N squeezed her hand in response. “This is perfect, Cait,” she said, leaning into her shoulder as they strolled along the market.

They stopped at a stall selling freshly baked pastries, and Caitlyn insisted on buying Y/N a chocolate-filled croissant, knowing it was her favorite. Y/N chuckled but accepted, breaking off a piece and offering it to Caitlyn first. “We both know you like this just as much as I do.”

Caitlyn feigned innocence but still took the bite, humming in satisfaction. “Alright, maybe I do.”

As they wandered deeper into the festival, a vendor caught their eye—a small booth where couples were engraving their initials into silver charms. Caitlyn hesitated for only a moment before guiding Y/N toward it. “I know it’s a bit cliché, but…” she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. “I want something to keep with me. Something of us.”

Y/N softened at her words. “Then let’s do it.”

They watched as the craftsman carefully carved their initials into a pair of matching pendants, the delicate etching almost glinting under the festival lights. When they were done, Caitlyn fastened hers onto her rifle’s strap, a quiet yet powerful reminder of the love she carried. Y/N looped hers onto her bracelet, pressing a soft kiss to Caitlyn’s cheek in gratitude.

The night ended on the rooftop of Caitlyn’s family estate, a secluded spot she often retreated to for peace. They sat wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the fireworks burst over the city skyline. The air was crisp, but Caitlyn’s arms around Y/N kept her warm.

Y/N tilted her head to look at Caitlyn. “Best Valentine’s Day yet.”

Caitlyn chuckled, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Next year, I’ll have to top this.”

Y/N smirked. “I’d like to see you try.”

And as the fireworks painted the sky in shades of crimson and gold, the two simply existed in the moment—wrapped in love, warmth, and the quiet understanding that this, right here, was all they would ever need.

The cold Piltover night air nipped at your skin as Vi led you through the bustling streets, her warm hand firmly gripping yours. The city was alive with the glow of neon signs and festive decorations, couples laughing and strolling through the upper districts, wrapped in each other's arms. It was a stark contrast to the gritty, unforgiving undercity you both knew so well. But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight, Vi had something special planned.

“You’re being awfully mysterious, Vi,” you teased, squeezing her fingers as she grinned at you. “You gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nah,” she smirked, tugging you forward. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes but let her lead you, trusting her completely. She’d been excited about this for weeks, practically bouncing on her heels every time Valentine’s Day was mentioned. Vi wasn’t exactly the romantic type—not in the traditional sense, anyway. But she loved making you smile, and that was enough.

After a few more turns through the gleaming city, she finally stopped in front of a towering building with golden arches and intricate carvings along the edges. The scent of metal and oil lingered in the air, mingling with something sweet and warm. It took you a moment to realize where you were standing.

“The airship docks?” you blinked, glancing at her in surprise.

Vi grinned, her excitement barely contained. “Yup. C’mon, babe. Time to see Piltover from the sky.”

Your breath hitched as she led you up the steps, flashing a badge at the guards who, after some hesitation, let you both through. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms as you turned to Vi. “Okay, how did you even get that pass?”

Vi smirked, clearly enjoying your curiosity. “Let’s just say Caitlyn may or may not have used her influence...”

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

Moments later, you were stepping onto a private airship—small but sleek, clearly not meant for cargo but rather for special occasions like this.

“Vi, this is…” You turned to her, eyes wide. “This is insane.”

She chuckled, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Only the best for my girl.”

Before you could respond the airship lifted off the docks, the ground slipping away beneath you. Piltover stretched out below in an endless sprawl of golden rooftops, shimmering glass, and the occasional flash of Zaun peeking through the cracks. The city looked different from up here—peaceful, almost dreamlike.

Vi tugged you toward the railing, her breath warm against your ear. “Told you I’d show you somethin’ better than a fancy dinner.”

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning into her. “You really outdid yourself.”

The two of you stood there, watching the city lights twinkle like stars beneath you. The wind tousled Vi’s short pink hair, her usually mischievous eyes soft as she gazed at you. Then, without warning, she reached into her pocket and pulled out something small—an iron pendant, shaped like a pair of boxing gloves, hanging from a delicate chain.

“It ain’t fancy,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “But I made it myself. Thought you could wear it and, y’know, have a piece of me with you. Always.”

Your heart clenched, warmth flooding through you as you took the necklace, fingers brushing over the cool metal. Vi might not have been the traditional romantic, but damn if she didn’t have the biggest heart.

You turned to her, placing a hand on her cheek before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “It’s perfect,” you murmured against her mouth. “Just like you.”

Vi huffed a laugh, arms wrapping tightly around you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against hers as the airship carried you through the Piltover sky, the city glowing beneath your feet.

CAITVI

It was a crisp, quiet evening in Piltover, the kind where the stars above twinkled brightly in the clear night sky. The trio—Y/N, Vi, and Caitlyn—had decided to spend their own unique Valentine’s Day together, away from the usual hustle and bustle. Their plans had been simple from the start: no extravagant dinners or flashy displays, just a quiet night to enjoy each other’s company.

Caitlyn had taken charge of the details, her meticulous nature ensuring everything was perfect. She had carefully planned the evening, from the cozy setup to the movie selections. Y/N had contributed by making her famous homemade chocolate truffles and crocheting a blanket for the couch, her way of adding a personal touch to the night. Vi, always the playful one, had taken on the task of ensuring the mood stayed light and fun.

As they settled on the living room floor, a mountain of blankets and pillows created a fortress of warmth around them. The soft glow of the fireplace flickered nearby, casting a comforting light across the room. Y/N’s crocheted throw was draped over the back of the couch, a symbol of the love and care she put into everything she did for them.

“I don’t care what we watch, as long as it’s not one of those sappy romance dramas,” Vi grinned, throwing a pillow at Caitlyn, who expertly caught it without breaking her composure.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly pleased with her choice. “I think you’re forgetting who’s picking tonight’s movie.”

Vi groaned dramatically, throwing herself back onto the floor. “Not fair, Cait! I’m not sitting through any tearjerker love stories, I swear!”

Y/N laughed, holding up a tray of freshly made truffles. “Well, at least we can all agree on one thing,” she said, offering them both a few, “these are definitely going to make up for whatever movie Caitlyn picks.”

Caitlyn, always a fan of Y/N’s cooking, immediately popped a truffle into her mouth and winked. “You do have a knack for making everything irresistible, you know that?”

Vi, ever the cheeky one, leaned in and whispered to Y/N, “Just like you.” She then reached over to grab one of the truffles herself. “Alright, Cait, you’ve got the remote. What are we watching?”

Caitlyn grinned, a playful gleam in her eyes. “It’s a surprise. I was thinking something lighthearted. A comedy, perhaps? Something we can all laugh at together.”

Vi nodded in agreement. “Alright, you’ve redeemed yourself. No tears this time.” She settled in beside Caitlyn, practically draping herself over the other woman. “I swear, if you put on a rom-com, I’m going to stage a protest.”

Y/N joined them on the floor, her arm casually thrown over both of them as they huddled together. The movie began, and Caitlyn’s choice turned out to be a perfect fit—a clever comedy with just the right amount of action, witty dialogue, and a few good laughs to break the tension.

As the movie played, the three of them snacked on the truffles, sharing stories between scenes, each tale laced with humor, nostalgia, and the comfort of being with people who understood them like no one else could. The warmth of the fire and the softness of the blankets made it easy to forget about the outside world, their only focus being each other in that moment.

At one point, Caitlyn leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, her hand resting on Vi’s thigh, and let out a contented sigh. “This is perfect,” she whispered. “No pressure, no expectations—just us.”

Vi nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she gently squeezed Caitlyn’s hand. “Yeah. Sometimes, this is all we need.” She turned her gaze to Y/N, who had her eyes closed in peaceful contentment, a soft smile playing on her lips. “We’re lucky, you know that?”

Y/N opened her eyes and caught Vi’s gaze, her smile widening. “I do know that.” She kissed the top of Caitlyn’s head before softly murmuring, “I’m really lucky.”

Vi shifted, pulling them both closer. The movie had long faded into the background as the warmth of their closeness took center stage. The conversation flowed easily, their voices soft and loving as they discussed everything from old memories to their hopes for the future. There was no rush, no pressure, just the simple joy of being in each other's presence.

CLAGGOR (AU)

The sun was setting over Piltover, casting an orange glow over the rooftops as Claggor and Y/N wandered through the bustling streets of the upper city. Though their relationship had always been full of adventures, today felt different—lighter, brighter, as if they were stepping into a world where nothing could go wrong.

Instead of a quiet dinner, Claggor had insisted on doing something more fun and unexpected. He knew how much Y/N loved moments that were full of life, and nothing was more fitting for Valentine’s Day than an evening filled with laughter and spontaneity.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N asked, trying to hide her smile as she looked at the carnival lights ahead of them. “This isn’t your usual thing.”

“Valentine’s isn’t just about boring dinners, love. You gotta enjoy the night, make it memorable,” Claggor replied with a wink. He grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the entrance of the fairground. There were booths filled with colourful prizes, laughter, and the scent of fresh treats filling the air. It was chaotic in the best way possible.

They wandered through the different stalls, trying everything from ring toss to throwing darts at a dartboard with ridiculous prizes like oversized stuffed animals and decorative trinkets. Claggor had always been good with his hands, and as they moved from one game to another, it was clear he was in his element.

After a few rounds of games, Y/N found herself holding a collection of small plush toys in her arms. There was a little fox, a kitten, and a stuffed bird, each one softer and cuter than the last.

“Your turn,” Claggor challenged, handing her a dart.

“I'm not as good as you,” Y/N teased but took the dart, focusing as she aimed.

“Come on, you can do it," Claggor encouraged, standing close behind her, his breath warm against her neck. His presence was comforting, and for a moment, Y/N could almost forget the world around them.

She threw the dart, and it landed just beside the target. Claggor laughed, taking her hand and guiding it to his side. “Almost. But let me show you how it’s done.” He threw his dart, hitting the bullseye effortlessly.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Show-off.”

Claggor, grinning like a mischievous child, stepped to the side. “We’re taking home the big prize, right? You’ve got to pick a teddy bear or something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I already have three.”

“Oh, you’ll need more,” Claggor said with a wink, already walking toward the prize booth. He negotiated enthusiastically with the booth keeper, his charm and determination clearly winning over the vendor. Y/N stood to the side, watching him with amusement. It wasn’t long before Claggor returned, holding a large teddy bear under one arm like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him—this tough guy, carrying a giant stuffed bear in the middle of the carnival, with a proud grin plastered across his face.

“I hope you're not planning on carrying that all night,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, I am,” Claggor replied, his grin widening. “It’s part of the charm, right?”

As they continued to explore, Claggor managed to win her more plush toys. Now Y/N found herself holding a small rabbit and a cuddly bear in her arms, her own plush collection growing. Meanwhile, Claggor proudly carried the giant bear, making it look even more ridiculous in comparison to the smaller toys in her hands.

“Okay, now this is getting out of hand,” Y/N said with a playful sigh, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

Claggor looked down at her and shrugged. “Hey, I’ve got to make sure you have everything you need for Valentine’s Day, right?” He leaned in close to her, his voice soft. “Besides, I can carry the big one. You’re my priority.”

She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m pretty sure you’re getting more enjoyment out of this than I am.”

He chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Can’t blame a guy for wanting to spoil his girl.”

They found a quiet spot in a corner of the fairground, away from the chaos of the carnival. The soft glow of the carnival lights bathed the area, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere. Claggor set the giant bear down between them on the floor, while Y/N arranged her smaller plush toys in a neat pile beside her.

Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder, the weight of the day’s adventures catching up to her. Claggor wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in close.

“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Y/N smiled, a warmth filling her chest. “It’s perfect, Claggor. Just you, me, and the giant bear.”

Claggor chuckled softly, nuzzling her cheek. "And there’s still the fireworks show later. We’ll finish off the night in style.”

As they sat together, sharing quiet moments, the sounds of the carnival seemed to fade into the background. It was just them, wrapped up in each other’s company, surrounded by a mountain of plush toys. The fireworks show began, lighting up the night sky in a beautiful cascade of colors. Claggor, now with only Y/N in his arms, leaned back against a bench, pulling her close.

And as the fireworks lit up the sky, it was clear that this was a Valentine’s Day neither of them would ever forget.

AMBESSA

It was a quiet evening in the heart of Noxus, but the air was charged with anticipation. Ambessa had insisted on spending Valentine’s Day with Y/N in a way that felt deeply personal, far from the usual grand, formal celebrations that Noxian nobility indulged in. They were more than just lovers; they shared a bond shaped by years of loyalty, shared struggles, and unspoken understandings.

Instead of the glittering extravagance of a candlelit dinner or a ballroom dance, Ambessa planned something uniquely theirs.

The evening began in a small, intimate garden tucked away within the walls of Ambessa’s personal estate. The garden was a secret, one that few people knew about, and it was where Ambessa would often retreat when she sought peace. The soft hum of evening crickets filled the air, and the cool breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine and roses—her favorite.

Y/N stood at the entrance, her gaze softening as she saw Ambessa waiting for her. She wore a simple, flowing gown of deep crimson, the fabric catching the soft glow of the lanterns that lined the garden paths. Her dark hair was adorned with a delicate silver hairpin, a gift Y/N had once given her.

"Do you trust me?" Ambessa’s voice was smooth, the question laced with a teasing undertone.

Y/N, ever the inquisitive one, couldn’t resist a smile. "With my life. What do you have in mind?"

Ambessa gestured to the stone bench in the middle of the garden, where a single, handcrafted box lay. It was a small, intricate thing, made of dark wood and adorned with silver filigree.

“Close your eyes,” Ambessa instructed softly.

Y/N did so, her heart racing a little with curiosity. The sound of Ambessa moving around her, the soft rustling of fabric, and the delicate tinkling of something being arranged made Y/N’s pulse quicken.

When she opened her eyes again, a gasp escaped her lips.

Before her, Ambessa had created a blanket of flowers—roses, lilies, and orchids—arranged in a way that made it seem as if the stars themselves had descended to earth. They were arranged in patterns that spoke of hidden messages, and a collection of small porcelain figures of birds and mythical creatures rested beside them.

“You always speak of freedom, of the skies above Zaun, and the beauty of the world beyond the walls of Noxus. I thought I’d bring it to you, here,” Ambessa said, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s face. There was a soft, vulnerable expression in her eyes—a side she rarely showed to anyone but Y/N.

She had always prided herself on her strength, on her control, and on her ability to remain untouchable. But with Y/N, she was different. With Y/N, she could let go of that façade, just for a moment, and reveal the parts of herself that she usually kept hidden.

Y/N smiled softly, her heart swelling at the sight of this rare vulnerability. She knew that Ambessa’s actions, her gestures of affection, were a way for the powerful Noxian to express the feelings she could never fully articulate with words. Ambessa didn’t like to show weakness, even with those she trusted most. Yet, she would risk everything for Y/N—her pride, her power, her carefully constructed walls. Y/N was her exception, the one person she allowed to see her not as the fierce commander, but as a woman who loved deeply, even if that love made her feel exposed.

“Ambessa,” Y/N whispered, her voice full of tenderness. “You don’t have to show me everything. I already know how much you care.”

Ambessa’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “I know you do. But sometimes I need to prove it to you. To show you that I can be more than just what the world sees me as.”

Y/N moved closer, sitting beside her on the stone bench, her fingers brushing against Ambessa’s. The warmth of her touch sent a thrill through Ambessa’s chest. She leaned into Y/N’s embrace, savoring the intimacy of the moment. For once, she didn’t have to be the fearsome leader, the powerful woman who controlled everything. She could just be Ambessa, the woman who loved Y/N more than she had ever allowed herself to admit.

The two of them sat there in the garden, beneath the stars, holding each other in silence. The world outside felt distant and unimportant, as if it had faded into nothingness. In this space, there was only them, and the love that flowed between them—a love that had grown stronger despite all the obstacles they had faced.

“You’re right,” Ambessa said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You are my everything. I would do anything, even risk everything, to keep you safe. To make you happy.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Ambessa’s voice, but before she could respond, Ambessa gently cupped her face and leaned forward. Her lips brushed against Y/N’s forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. The touch was tender, almost reverent, as if Ambessa was trying to pour all her love and devotion into that one simple gesture.

Y/N closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. “I know. And I would do the same for you, Ambessa.”

Ambessa pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting Y/N’s with a softness that only she allowed herself to show. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with an intensity that made Y/N’s chest ache. “More than I could ever put into words.”

They laid back together, their bodies entwined, gazing up at the stars. The soft sounds of the night surrounded them, a peaceful symphony that calmed their restless hearts. In that moment, nothing else mattered—no titles, no power, no expectations. Just the two of them, sharing a quiet, intimate celebration of their love.

Ambessa had once feared the vulnerability of love, but with Y/N, she had learned to embrace it. She had learned that there was strength in giving herself completely to someone, even if it meant exposing her deepest fears and desires. And Y/N had always been there, a steady presence by her side, understanding her in ways no one else could.

As the night deepened, Ambessa held Y/N tighter, the weight of the world outside forgotten. Under the canopy of stars, they shared their most perfect Valentine’s Day—a celebration of their bond, their trust, and the quiet love that had sustained them through everything.

EKKO

The sun had barely begun to set when Ekko arrived at Y/N's apartment. He had made sure to keep the day a surprise for her, knowing she preferred simple yet meaningful gestures over anything too extravagant. As she opened the door, her heart immediately warmed at the sight of him. There he was, standing in the doorway with that familiar signature grin of his.

"Happy Valentine’s Day," Ekko said, his voice full of affection and something more tender than usual.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of him. He had his usual laid-back look—loose clothes, his goggles hanging loosely around his neck—but today, there was something about his demeanour that made her pulse quicken, something deeper in the way he looked at her. It made her heart flutter, like he had a thousand unspoken things to say, and all of them were for her.

“Happy Valentine's Day, love. What do you have planned this time?” she asked, already knowing he wouldn’t do something typical. Ekko was never one to follow the crowd.

He chuckled, stepping inside, and handed her a small, beat-up notebook. The moment she saw it, her breath caught. It was something she recognized instantly—the same notebook she had given him all those months ago when their bond had first begun to grow. She remembered the look on his face when he accepted it, the quiet gratitude in his eyes. Now, it was filled with his sketches, doodles, little notes, and even some poetry. His handwriting was imperfect, but the words always conveyed so much more than they seemed to.

“Remember this?” Ekko grinned, nudging her gently with his shoulder. “Thought we could take a trip down memory lane. You know, relive some of the best moments.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers grazing over the cover of the notebook, worn down from use. Her mind wandered back to the time they spent together in Zaun, the early days when they were still figuring each other out. They’d been through so much—facing hardships, forging connections, taking risks—and always coming out stronger on the other side. This notebook had become a symbol of their journey.

She looked up at Ekko, her heart swelling with affection. “I can’t believe you kept this.”

Ekko shrugged with a mischievous smile, but there was a softness in his eyes. “You gave it to me. I wasn’t about to forget that.”

He led her over to the couch, settling next to her as he spread two blankets out—one soft and patterned, the other, his favourite, was a rough-hewn one that had clearly seen better days. He always kept it close, like a piece of home, a reminder of where he came from. Y/N wrapped herself in the soft, patterned one, curling up with him. They sat side by side, letting the warmth of their shared space fill the room as Ekko flipped through the pages of the notebook.

“Look at this one,” he said, pointing to a sketch of the two of them climbing over rooftops in Zaun. Their silhouettes were outlined against the glowing lights of the city below. “I drew this after that night we were running from those enforcers. You got so mad at me, but we still ended up laughing about it once we were safe.”

Y/N laughed softly, remembering how she’d yelled at him for getting them into that mess. “You called it ‘adventuring,’” she teased.

“Every day with you is an adventure, Y/N,” Ekko replied, his tone more sincere than joking. He paused, flipping through more pages until he found one he’d been saving for her. He stopped and pointed to it, his fingers brushing the edge of the page. “And this one... I worked on it for you. For today.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. There, on the page, was a delicate drawing of a small, colourful flower—a wildflower with intricate petals, its centre full of soft swirls and patterns. She hadn’t seen anything like it in any of his previous sketches.

“You drew that?” she asked softly, feeling a lump form in her throat. It was beautiful, but more than that, it felt personal.

Ekko nodded, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Yeah. Took me a while. It’s... for you.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling in her chest. She reached out to gently touch the drawing, feeling a rush of emotions she didn’t quite know how to put into words. “I love it,” she whispered. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, and he grinned widely, his eyes bright.

The two of them spent the next hour just talking—about everything and nothing. They shared memories, dreams for the future, and even the silly things they’d never told each other before. Ekko didn’t need grand gestures to show his love; his presence, his quiet attentiveness, was more than enough. In the moments between stories and laughter, Y/N realized just how much their connection had deepened. It wasn’t about buying gifts or impressing each other—it was about the little things, the way they’d been there for each other, how they’d built something real.

As the evening wore on, Ekko’s voice softened, and he pulled out a small, hand-wrapped box from his pocket. Y/N looked at him, curious. He handed it to her, and as she opened it, her breath caught. Inside, nestled in soft fabric, was a small pendant—a delicate clockwork flower, made of shining metal and intricate gears. The petals moved ever so slightly, like it had a life of its own. It was both elegant and mechanical, like the perfect blend of two worlds: the chaos of Zaun and the heart that beat beneath it all.

“I thought you might like this,” Ekko said, his voice quiet but full of love as he carefully placed the pendant around her neck. “It’s a little piece of me. A reminder that no matter where life takes us, we’re always connected.”

Y/N’s hands shook slightly as she touched the pendant, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the weight of his words in her heart. "Thank you, Ekko. This is perfect. You’re perfect."

Ekko smiled, his expression softening as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “No, Y/N. It’s us. We’re perfect.”

With the clock ticking softly in the background and the quiet hum of the city around them, Ekko took her hand, pulling her close. They sat in comfortable silence, just existing in that moment, their hearts beating in sync. Time seemed to stand still, and for once, there was no rush, no expectations, just a shared understanding.

They didn’t need anything else. Valentine’s Day wasn’t about lavish gifts or expensive dinners for them. It was about the small moments—about being present with each other and cherishing those moments that made life feel meaningful. It was in the laughter, in the quiet shared glances, in the drawings and memories they created. It was about finding beauty in the simple things—the things that made them truly feel at home.

SEVIKA

The soft glow of the dimly lit Last Drop cast a warm, inviting ambiance across the room, a stark contrast to the icy cold of Zaun's streets. Inside, the air hummed with a low buzz of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. The chaos of Zaun was kept at bay in this little pocket of warmth, where patrons sought comfort in the haze of smoke and the steady flow of liquor.

Sevika, as always, held herself apart from the crowd, sitting in her corner with her legs stretched out, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes scanned the room with her usual air of control, sizing up every face that passed by. She wasn’t the type to be swept up in the holiday sentiment of Valentine’s Day—at least, not outwardly. Her tough exterior hid the softer, quieter side of her that Y/N had come to know over time.

But tonight... tonight there was something different. An unspoken tenderness lingered in the air around Sevika, something Y/N had come to recognize in the way her posture softened when their eyes met, in the subtle curve of her lips when she looked at Y/N, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.

Y/N's heart fluttered a little as she approached the table. She couldn’t help it, even after all their time together, even after all the things they’d shared. There was something about Sevika—her presence, her strength, her quiet vulnerability—that always made Y/N feel a little breathless, a little undone.

Their gazes met, and Sevika’s expression softened, though she was quick to hide it behind the usual cool mask. But it was there—the warmth that only Y/N could draw out.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Y/N said softly, settling into the seat across from Sevika. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with affection, her smile soft and genuine.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, smirking just a bit. "Yeah? You really want to celebrate that... today of all days?"

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head with a playful glint in her eyes. “It’s not about what’s expected. It’s about making our own traditions, right? So... how about just us, a drink, and not worrying about anything else?”

Sevika’s gaze flicked down to the small bouquet of wildflowers Y/N had carefully chosen and brought with her, its vibrant colours standing out against the dark backdrop of the bar. She studied the flowers for a moment, her expression unreadable, before her eyes returned to Y/N’s. There was something softer there now, a quiet appreciation that she didn’t bother to hide. She took the bouquet, setting it gently on the table before offering a small nod.

"I’ll take you up on that," Sevika said, her voice a little lower, warmer than usual. “I’m not one for the fancy stuff, but a drink with you sounds just right.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She reached for the small bouquet and placed it on the table between them, the delicate petals bright against the rough, industrial surroundings of the bar. As she did, she caught the bartender’s attention, nodding toward the drinks they’d both come to enjoy. The bartender, already familiar with their orders, quickly set to work.

Moments later, their drinks were set down in front of them. Sevika picked hers up, her large hand wrapping around the glass, the cool surface slick beneath her fingers. She brought the glass to her lips, her gaze never leaving Y/N’s face as she took a long, slow sip. The tension in her shoulders seemed to ease just a little as the familiar warmth of the drink settled in.

Y/N took a sip of her own, savoring the burn before leaning back in her chair. She watched Sevika for a moment, feeling the shift in the air, the unspoken connection between them. The noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background as they sat there, just the two of them in their own little bubble.

“For what it’s worth,” Sevika finally said, her voice gruff but laced with sincerity, “I never thought I’d be sitting here, celebrating... this.” She gestured vaguely, but her eyes softened as they met Y/N’s. “But you make it feel right. This... whatever this is.”

Y/N smiled, a quiet affection in her eyes as she watched Sevika—a woman who was never one for sentimentality—open up just a little. “It’s not about big gestures, Sevika. It’s about us... being together. No pretenses, no expectations. Just being real.”

Sevika let out a low, almost amused chuckle. “Real, huh? That’s something I can handle. Just you and me, no expectations. Sounds perfect.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence then, letting the evening unfold without rushing it. The music that played in the background, a slow, jazzy tune, filled the gaps between their words. Sevika’s fingers tapped gently on the side of her glass as she took another drink, her gaze drifting over Y/N before returning to the warmth of the bar’s atmosphere.

Every now and then, Sevika would glance up, her gaze softer than usual, meeting Y/N’s eyes with an unspoken understanding. The flickering candlelight on their table made shadows dance along the edges of her face, softening the hard lines that usually defined her. And Y/N... Y/N could feel the weight of everything that had passed between them, the quiet strength in Sevika’s presence.

Y/N reached across the table, her fingers brushing lightly against Sevika’s. Her touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it was enough. Sevika didn’t pull away; instead, she allowed her hand to rest over Y/N’s, her thumb gently tracing over the back of Y/N’s hand in a rare, tender gesture.

Y/N smiled, the warmth in her chest growing as she felt the connection between them deepen, becoming something more than just the fleeting moments they often shared. This was real. This was theirs.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sevika,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely above the hum of the bar. There was so much more she could say, but sometimes words weren’t enough. The feeling, the moment—they spoke for themselves.

Sevika squeezed Y/N’s hand lightly, her voice low and steady, filled with a quiet affection that was only for Y/N. “Happy Valentine’s, Y/N. To us.”

In that simple moment, everything else faded away. The clinking of glasses, the conversations, the noise—none of it mattered. All that mattered was the two of them, sharing this space, this time. Just a drink, a few words, and the quiet comfort of each other’s company in the heart of Zaun.

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JAYCE

The Piltover skyline glittered against the evening sky, golden lights flickering from the Academy towers and cascading over the cobblestone streets. The city was alive with the hum of celebration—couples strolling arm in arm, laughter spilling from high-end restaurants, and the soft melodies of street musicians filling the air. Yet, for all the grandeur Piltover had to offer, Jayce wanted nothing more than to spend the evening in the quiet intimacy of their home, just the two of them.

He had insisted on handling everything for the night, and despite Y/N’s protests that she didn’t need anything grand, he had gone all out.

Their shared apartment was bathed in soft candlelight, the flickering glow casting warm shadows against the walls. The rich aroma of perfectly cooked steak and roasted vegetables filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of vanilla from the candles he had placed around the room. The table was set for two, elegantly arranged with fine silverware, polished plates, and a bouquet of crimson roses in the centre. The petals were lush and fragrant, their deep red hue complementing the deep burgundy wine Jayce had carefully selected to pair with the meal.

Y/N exhaled a contented sigh as she took in the sight—and scent—of everything. “Okay,” she admitted, taking her seat, “I was going to scold you for doing too much, but this smells amazing.”

Jayce grinned as he poured her a glass of wine, his confidence effortless. “I’ll take that as a victory.” He set the bottle down and pulled out his own chair. “You know I don’t do anything halfway. And that includes cooking the best Valentine’s dinner you’ve ever had.”

Y/N raised a brow, smirking as she cut into the steak and took a bite. The flavours melted together perfectly—tender, seasoned to perfection, cooked exactly the way she liked. She hummed in appreciation, savouring it before giving him an impressed look. “Alright, I’ll admit it. You might actually be better at this than you are at inventing.”

Jayce placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Better than my hextech?” He shook his head, laughing. “You wound me.”

She chuckled, taking another bite before pointing her fork at him. “Don’t get cocky. I still have to try dessert before I make my final judgment.”

Jayce grinned, leaning back in his chair as he reached for her hand across the table. “I’m good at a lot of things,” he teased, giving her fingers a squeeze. His voice softened as his thumb traced over her knuckles. “But I think loving you is what I’m best at.”

A warmth spread through Y/N’s chest, deeper than the wine and richer than the meal before her. The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered in the world—made her heart flutter. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?” she murmured, smiling.

Jayce tilted his head slightly, his grin turning softer. “It’s easy when I mean every word.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the city beyond their window blending into the soft crackle of candlelight.

“Okay,” Y/N finally said, squeezing his hand. “Now I’m curious. What did you make for dessert?”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He stood up, heading toward the kitchen with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/N watched him go, amused. “If you made a whole cake on top of all this, I swear—”

“Not just any cake,” he interrupted, returning moments later with a beautifully plated slice of rich chocolate cake drizzled in a delicate caramel glaze. “Only the best for you.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as he set it down in front of her. “You really don’t do anything halfway, huh?”

“Never.” He winked before sitting back down, watching her with anticipation. “Now, go on. Let’s see if I still rank above hextech.”

Y/N took a slow bite, the flavors melting on her tongue, and sighed. “Damn it, Jayce.”

He laughed. “That good?”

She pretended to think. “I don’t know. Maybe I need a few more bites to be sure.”

Jayce chuckled, watching her with nothing but pure adoration. “Take all the time you need.”

As they clinked their glasses together once more, the world outside their apartment seemed to fade away, leaving only the glow of candlelight, the warmth of shared laughter, and the undeniable love between them.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Jayce murmured.

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand just a little tighter. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my heart”

And as the evening stretched on, filled with delicious food, teasing laughter, and stolen kisses between bites of dessert, she knew—without a doubt—that there was no place she’d rather be.

VIKTOR

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls of the apartment, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A soft aroma of lavender and vanilla filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of metal and parchment from Viktor’s desk. It wasn’t often that Viktor allowed himself time away from his work, but tonight was special. Tonight, he was entirely Y/N’s.

Y/N sat at the dining table, eyes scanning over the carefully prepared dinner before her. Viktor had insisted on cooking this year, despite her protests. The result was a slightly messy kitchen and a dish that looked surprisingly well put together. He leaned on his cane, watching her reaction with a nervous yet proud smile.

“You are staring,” Viktor teased, his accent thick with warmth.

“I am just… appreciating,” Y/N replied, reaching for his hand. His fingers, rough from years of tinkering, curled around hers gently.

Viktor gave her a lopsided smile as he took a seat beside her. “I may not be as skilled in the kitchen as I am in the lab, but I think it turned out rather decent.”

She let out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand. “It’s perfect, Vik.”

They ate together, their conversation flowing easily between fond memories and quiet laughter. Occasionally, Viktor would pause, his golden eyes lingering on her with a softness that made her heart ache. She loved the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that truly mattered.

After dinner, Y/N led Viktor to the couch, where a cozy blanket awaited them. She had prepared a small surprise of her own—a crocheted scarf, golden like his eyes, woven with intricate care.

“I made you something,” she murmured, pulling it from behind a cushion and wrapping it gently around his neck.

Viktor’s eyes widened in surprise, his fingers grazing over the delicate stitches. “You… made this?”

She nodded, cheeks dusted pink. “I wanted you to have something warm for when you work late.”

Viktor swallowed, visibly moved. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “It is perfect. Just like you.”

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside forgotten. In Viktor’s arms, Y/N felt truly cherished, and as he whispered soft words in his native tongue, she knew that this was love—simple, honest, and endlessly beautiful.

Time slowed as they nestled deeper into the couch, the blanket enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth. Viktor’s hand idly traced patterns along Y/N’s arm, his breath warm against her hair. They spoke in hushed tones about their future, about the dreams they dared to entertain beyond the constraints of their busy lives. He told her of inventions still unmade, theories still untested, and she listened with rapt attention, hanging on every word.

“You always make me feel as though anything is possible,” Viktor admitted, his voice laced with something tender, something unguarded.

“That’s because it is,” she whispered, running her fingers through his curls. “You’ve already done the impossible so many times.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Only because you are beside me.”

Y/N pressed a lingering kiss to his temple, savoring the way he leaned into her touch. They sat in peaceful silence for a while, the steady rhythm of Viktor’s heartbeat beneath her ear grounding her. Outside, the wind howled softly against the windowpane, but inside, there was only warmth, only love.

At some point, Viktor shifted slightly, his hold tightening around her as if he feared she might slip away. “Stay with me like this forever,” he murmured.

Y/N smiled against his chest. “Always.”

As the night stretched on, their quiet conversation turned into soft whispers, then slow, affectionate kisses. Each touch, each glance, held the weight of unspoken promises, of love so deep it needed no words. Viktor’s cane rested beside them, forgotten, as they simply existed in each other’s presence, their love as steadfast and unyielding as the stars beyond the window.

JAYVIK

The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room in a golden hue, flickering gently against the glass windows that overlooked Piltover’s skyline. The scent of roses and warm chocolate filled the air, mingling with the faint trace of oil and metal from Viktor’s latest invention. It was Valentine’s Day, and for once, all three of them—Y/N, Jayce, and Viktor—were free from their usual responsibilities.

Jayce had insisted on a lavish dinner, cooking an elaborate spread with the kind of determination he usually reserved for forging new hextech designs. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he set down a platter of perfectly seared steak alongside a bowl of fresh salad. “Dinner is served,” he announced with a grin, setting the dishes down on the elegantly set table.

Y/N chuckled as she helped Viktor into his seat, her hands gentle but firm on his arm. “You didn’t have to go all out, Jayce,” she teased. “We would’ve been just as happy with takeout.”

“Maybe,” Viktor mused, leaning his cane against the table. His amber eyes glimmered with quiet amusement as he looked at the meal. “But then he wouldn’t get to show off.”

Jayce placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Excuse me, but I happen to take great pride in feeding my favourite people.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead before doing the same to Viktor.

Y/N reached for Viktor’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Well, I think it’s sweet.”

Dinner passed in warm conversation, laughter bubbling between bites. Viktor, despite his usual preference for practical meals, couldn’t deny that Jayce’s cooking was impressive. Y/N, sitting between them, felt the familiar comfort of their presence—the grounding warmth of Jayce’s touch and the quiet but steady affection in Viktor’s gaze.

As they finished their meal, Jayce stood abruptly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alright, presents time!”

Viktor sighed but couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips. “You’re worse than a child.”

Jayce winked. “Maybe. But I know you’ll love it.”

He set a neatly wrapped box in front of each of them. Y/N gasped as she unwrapped hers—a beautifully bound journal, its leather cover embossed with intricate golden patterns. “Jayce, this is gorgeous.”

“For all your brilliant ideas,” Jayce said, nudging her playfully.

Viktor unwrapped his to find a finely crafted set of custom tools. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal, his lips parting slightly in surprise. “These…”

Jayce rubbed the back of his neck. “I had them made for you. Figured they’d make your work a little easier.”

Viktor’s fingers curled around the tools as emotion flickered across his face. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N beamed, leaning into Jayce. “You’re making us look bad,” she teased, before pulling out her own set of gifts—an intricate music box for Viktor, its delicate gears crafted from fine metal, playing a soft, haunting melody. For Jayce, a beautifully carved wooden cuff bracelet with runes etched into the surface, symbolizing protection and strength. “I made these myself.”

Jayce immediately slid the bracelet onto his wrist, admiring the craftsmanship, while Viktor traced the music box’s details with his fingertips. “This is… incredible,” Viktor said sincerely. “You always manage to surprise me.”

Jayce chuckled. “We’re just a bunch of saps, huh?”

Y/N smirked. “You love it.”

Viktor, ever one for practicality, glanced between them and then sighed dramatically. “Since this is the spirit of the holiday, I suppose I can participate.” He pulled out two small velvet boxes and slid them across the table.

Jayce and Y/N exchanged a look before opening them. Inside were matching hextech pendants, delicate and intricately crafted, pulsating with a soft glow. Y/N gasped, while Jayce whistled. “Viktor, these are incredible.”

Viktor lifted a brow, feigning nonchalance. “They monitor your vitals and can signal me if anything happens. But also, I suppose they look… nice.”

Y/N threw her arms around him, careful of his balance. “They’re beautiful.”

Jayce wrapped his arms around both of them. “Alright, group hug. No escape.”

Viktor groaned, but there was no real protest as he let them pull him close. “You are both unbearable.”

Y/N laughed. “And you love us for it.”

“Perhaps,” Viktor admitted, a smile tugging at his lips as Jayce pressed a lingering kiss against his temple.

For a night, there was no work, no stress—just the three of them, wrapped in warmth, laughter, and love.

VANDER

Zaun had always been a rough place, but tonight, Vander wanted to carve out a piece of warmth in its cold, industrial heart. Valentine’s Day wasn’t exactly a holiday celebrated down in the Lanes, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make it special for Y/N.

“Alright, you lot,” Vander crouched in front of Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor, his voice low but full of amusement. “I need you to keep Y/N busy for a bit. Think you can handle that?”

Vi crossed her arms, smirking. “You doubtin’ us?”

Powder bounced excitedly. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Anything that keeps her away from The Last Drop for an hour,” Vander said, ruffling Powder’s hair. “Take her scavenging, tell her there’s some trouble in the Lanes, I don’t care what—just make sure she doesn’t get suspicious.”

The kids shared a look, then nodded in agreement before dashing off. Vander chuckled, shaking his head. He didn’t doubt for a second they’d get the job done.

With them handling the distraction, Vander turned back to the bar. The usual scent of smoke and ale was still there, but tonight, it would be different. He had gathered candles—old, but they’d do the trick—along with a few fresh flowers from a merchant topside. He set up a small table in the corner, away from the usual chaos of The Last Drop, with a bottle of half-decent wine and a meal he had personally put together. He wasn’t the best cook, but damn it, he tried.

By the time he finished, the place looked almost… romantic. It was a far cry from the grandeur of Piltover’s dining halls, but it was theirs, and that meant more than anything. He took a step back, hands on his hips, and let out a satisfied sigh. For once, he wanted to give Y/N a night where the weight of the world wasn’t on her shoulders. Just the two of them, away from the chaos, even if it was just for a little while.

Just as he lit the last candle, the door creaked open. Y/N stepped inside, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Vander?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” Vander said with a grin, stepping forward and pulling her into his arms.

She glanced around, taking in the sight of the carefully arranged table, the flickering candlelight. Her expression softened, and a slow smile crept onto her lips. “You did all this?”

“Well, I had a little help keepin’ you occupied,” he admitted, chuckling.

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. “I should’ve known. The kids were acting suspiciously innocent.”

He led her to the table, pulling out a chair for her. “I know things ain’t always easy here, but you deserve somethin’ good. Something just for us.”

She reached across the table, her fingers lacing with his. “Vander, this is perfect.”

They ate, they laughed, they stole kisses between sips of wine. The conversation flowed as easily as it had on the nights when they first fell for each other, when the world outside the bar seemed a little less cruel. Vander watched Y/N’s face glow in the candlelight, memorizing every smile, every soft chuckle.

As the night stretched on, he pulled her close, swaying gently in a slow, quiet dance, even though there was no music. Just the steady hum of Zaun outside and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, whispering against her skin, “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

She sighed contentedly, her arms tightening around him. “I love you too, Vander. More than you’ll ever know.”

And for that one night, in the heart of Zaun, there was nothing but love.

SILCO

The dim glow of Zaun’s skyline barely seeped through the heavy curtains of Silco’s bedroom, casting faint shadows that danced across the walls. The air was thick with warmth, the scent of old leather and musk lingering like a permanent fixture in the room. The sheets, heavy and luxurious, were tangled around limbs that refused to part, as though they, too, enjoyed the stillness of the moment. Y/N lay sprawled across Silco’s chest, her cheek resting on the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His heartbeat was a constant lullaby beneath her ear, grounding her, reassuring her of the safety she felt in his arms.

It was rare to have him so still, so undistracted by the weight of the world outside. His usual intensity, his constant need to control and plan, seemed to dissipate in the quiet moments shared between them. For once, he wasn’t plotting, not strategizing, not negotiating. He was just there, in this fleeting space where time felt suspended.

"Get up, darling," Silco’s voice was low and teasing, his words brushing against the shell of her ear like the gentle touch of a fingertip. "I’ve made arrangements. Something grand."

Y/N groaned softly, her body curling instinctively closer to his warmth, a protest escaping her lips. "No need," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck. Her fingers traced lazy, aimless patterns over the bare skin of his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles, the scars that marked his past, and the softest hints of a growing tenderness that only she seemed to bring out. "I have everything I want right here."

Silco’s chuckle vibrated through his chest, a low, rumbling sound that held an edge of exasperation beneath its amusement. "I’ve planned a night at the Silk Room. A private dinner, a show, a rare vintage of wine you’d enjoy. Zaun’s finest," he said, his voice smooth, almost coaxing.

Y/N grinned against his skin, her lips curving into a playful smirk. But when she lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes were soft, her expression more vulnerable than she usually allowed herself to be. "Silco," she whispered, her fingers brushing over the scarred lines of his face with such tenderness it almost felt sacred. "What part of ‘I just want to stay in bed with you all day’ did you not understand?"

His mismatched eyes softened at that, his jaw tightening slightly as though fighting a war between his desires and his duties. He wanted to give her everything. He always did. But there was a war raging inside him that couldn’t always be ignored. Yet, when he spoke, his voice was quieter, almost like a confession. "You deserve more than just lying in bed all day."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, considering his words. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the storm of emotions that never truly settled. But she refused to let go of this moment, the rare opportunity to simply exist with him, without any of the weight of his empire or their obligations. "Maybe," she admitted, her tone soft but sure, "But I want this. You. Just us. No meetings, no plans, no grand gestures. Just you holding me like this."

Silco exhaled slowly, as if she had just forced him into the most difficult decision of his life. His arms, once tense, loosened slightly, and for a moment, he just looked at her. His mismatched eyes darkened with an emotion she knew well: love. It was always there, hidden behind the mask of control, but in moments like this, it shone through, undeniable.

"You’re an impossible woman, you know that?" he said, his lips curling into a smirk, though it was tempered with affection.

Y/N grinned, the teasing glint in her eyes dancing as she pressed her lips against his skin. "And you love me for it."

Silco’s expression softened, his gaze tender and filled with an intensity that no amount of power or ambition could ever overshadow. "I do," he confessed, his voice almost a whisper, as if he feared the power of his own words. "Very much."

Y/N sighed in contentment, curling further into him, her body relaxing against the weight of his embrace. The outside world—the chaos of Zaun, the violence that simmered beneath the surface, the plans and politics that were always just beyond their reach—could wait. Tonight, there were no meetings, no scheming, no alliances to uphold. It was just them, wrapped in the warmth of their shared solitude. The softness of the sheets, the cool air that barely touched their skin, and the quiet hum of the city below. It was perfect in its simplicity.

As Silco’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, she felt the truth of his words settle in her chest. This—this—was all she needed. For once, there was no world to save, no enemies to defeat, no weight of responsibility to carry. Just the two of them, tangled in the quiet of the night, as the outside world faded away into nothingness.

JINX/POWDER

It was Valentine’s Day in Piltover, and for some, it was a day for love, flowers, and chocolates. For others, it was just another reason to cause a little chaos. Jinx grinned to herself as she fiddled with a bundle of flowers she had swiped from a street vendor. A quick glance around, and she spotted Y/N, standing by a small café. The mischievous twinkle in Jinx's eye brightened.

“Y/N! Come on, I got a great idea!” she called out, bounding over to her friend.

Y/N turned, smiling at the sight of Jinx, always a whirlwind of energy. “What are you up to now, Jinx?”

Jinx held up the bundle of flowers like a trophy. “We’re gonna prank all the lovey-dovey couples today! You and me, we’ll make them realize the love they’re celebrating is just a trap! Bwahaha!” She burst into an exaggerated evil laugh.

Y/N shook her head, trying not to laugh. It was hard not to get caught up in Jinx's enthusiasm, even when it was a little insane. “I’m not sure this is a good idea...”

“Oh, come on! Where’s your sense of fun?!” Jinx leaned in close, her eyes sparkling. “You can be the mastermind! I’ll be the... chaos part. It’ll be perfect!”

Y/N sighed, but she couldn’t resist. Jinx’s excitement was contagious. “Alright, fine. But no dangerous explosives this time.”

Jinx pouted dramatically, crossing her arms. “You’re no fun.”

Y/N bit her lip, already regretting agreeing to this, but the mischievous grin on Jinx’s face was too irresistible. “What do you have in mind anyway?”

Jinx’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Okay, we start by leaving fake love notes all around. But these notes won’t be the usual sweet stuff. No, no—ours will be weird and creepy!” she giggled. “Like ‘I’ve been watching you from across the street...and I like what I see.’ Or ‘You’re my one true love. Even when you’re not looking, I’m right there.’”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open as she pictured the chaos Jinx was about to unleash. “This is going to be insane.”

“Oh, it’s gonna be so good!” Jinx exclaimed.

They set to work immediately, moving through the streets with the stealth of professional pranksters. Jinx, always the energetic and unpredictable one, was already causing trouble—knocking over a bouquet, sticking a fake love letter under a couple’s nose while they weren’t paying attention. Y/N kept it more subtle, following behind with quick, calculated moves, making sure they didn’t leave any obvious clues that they were the culprits.

Their first target was a couple sitting at a café, giggling over their shared dessert. Jinx snuck up and slid a note into the woman’s purse. Y/N peeked at it. “'I’m the shadow that follows you...forever.'” She stifled a laugh.

The couple didn’t notice, too absorbed in their conversation, and soon they were moving to the next one. A young man and woman were walking hand-in-hand near the bridge, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. Jinx stealthily placed a note inside one of the man’s coat pockets, and Y/N wrote another one on a napkin, which she slipped into the woman’s bag. This one read: “My heart beats faster with every step you take. I’m always right behind you.”

By midday, they’d created chaos all over Piltover, leaving a trail of confused and alarmed couples. Some even stopped to look around nervously, wondering if their mysterious admirers were lurking nearby. It was pure, unadulterated mayhem.

Their final act was a bit more elaborate. A couple was taking a stroll through one of Piltover's more romantic parks, enjoying the sun and a peaceful walk. Jinx, with a wicked grin, placed a small bouquet of flowers on the bench where they’d be sitting, complete with a note. Y/N peered over her shoulder at the note.

“'Every time you think you’re alone, I’m there in the shadows.'” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

But just as they were about to leave, the woman gasped in horror as she picked up the bouquet, the message unsettling her. The man beside her looked around, his eyes darting from side to side, confused. Y/N and Jinx exchanged a look, and both burst into laughter. The couple was freaked out but didn’t seem to take it too seriously.

As the day wore on, their work was done. Y/N and Jinx made their way back to her apartment, chuckling about all the reactions they had witnessed. Couples were either perplexed, amused, or thoroughly creeped out.

“Mission complete,” Jinx said with a proud grin as they entered the apartment.

Y/N plopped down on the couch, still laughing. “That was a lot of chaos for one day. I’m honestly surprised no one caught us.”

Jinx grinned. “We’re too good! You make a great partner in crime, Y/N.”

They sat back, their giggles fading into contented silence. For Y/N and Jinx, Valentine’s Day wasn’t about flowers or chocolates. It was about causing a little bit of chaos, making memories, and sharing a laugh. It was their way of spreading love—albeit in a completely unpredictable way.

MEL

The air was thick with the scent of roses and exotic oils as Y/N and Mel stepped into the luxurious spa, the gentle murmur of fountains blending seamlessly with the soft instrumental music playing in the background. The entire place was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, a setting perfectly curated for relaxation and indulgence—a Valentine’s Day treat Mel had insisted upon.

“You truly spoil me,” Y/N mused, threading her fingers through Mel’s as they were guided towards their private suite. Her grip tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of how deeply she cherished these rare moments of pure bliss.

Mel merely smirked, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. “Only the best for you, my love.” She lifted Y/N’s hand to her lips, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her knuckles before continuing forward.

The suite was breathtaking, with marble floors, silk curtains swaying gently with the breeze, and a pair of plush massage tables set beside a waiting bottle of rich red wine. A warm bath infused with rose petals and essential oils sat in the corner, steaming invitingly. The air itself seemed to hum with a promise of serenity, wrapping around them like an embrace.

Y/N hummed in approval, taking in every detail. “You really went all out.” She turned to Mel with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Are you trying to make every other Valentine’s Day look bad in comparison?”

Mel chuckled, her voice low and velvety. “Perhaps. Or maybe I just want to ensure that you always remember tonight.”

Mel turned, stepping close enough for her breath to ghost over Y/N’s lips. “You deserve it.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight of sincerity that made Y/N’s heart flutter.

Soon, they were lying side by side, each enveloped in the expert touch of their masseuses, the tension of the past weeks slowly ebbing away. The warm oil seeping into their skin only added to the sense of tranquillity, coaxing their bodies into submission. Y/N sighed as firm hands kneaded away the knots in her back, her muscles melting under the careful ministrations. Mel, meanwhile, lay still, her expression serene, though Y/N caught the slight curl of her lips whenever their fingers brushed over the space between them.

As the massage ended, they were left alone with their wine, wrapped in silken robes, the candlelight casting a golden glow over Mel’s smooth skin. Y/N watched as Mel took a slow sip, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if savouring every moment. The deep crimson of the wine against her lips was hypnotic, and Y/N found herself completely enthralled.

“To us,” Y/N murmured, raising her glass, her voice filled with quiet reverence.

Mel turned to her, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “To us.” Their glasses clinked, a quiet promise shared between them.

As the night stretched on, they lingered in each other’s presence, the warmth of the wine seeping into their bones, hands entwined, hearts steady. They spoke in hushed tones, exchanging whispers of sweet nothings and recollections of cherished moments from their past. Laughter bubbled up between them, soft and unhurried, as they relished the sanctuary of their togetherness.

Eventually, Mel reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face, her touch featherlight yet brimming with affection. “Stay with me like this forever,” she murmured.

Y/N smiled, pressing a tender kiss to Mel’s palm. “Always.”

Valentine’s Day had never felt so perfect.

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