#Ahrilynn

[babs-babbles]

The girlies are alright

[asuchanmeow]

Ahrilynn because I love them

[hawkeyyee]

i just think they're neat

[dwejjitokkl]

"A Sucker For Love"

Capa fanfic

Fandom: League of Legends

Personagens: Ahri, Evelynn (universo K/DA)

Artes por: Artes oficiais

Se inspirar, credite ❤︎

[undercity-princess]

Sad headcannon time!

Noone gets periods. Ahri goes in heat, Kai was void touched, Eve is a demon and Kali? Well her mother had that taken care of, so "The foul bloodline is nipped in the bud"

Noone sleeps well. That's why thier room has a big floor to cieling window to the garden, with plush sofas and soft blankets. So when sleep won't come back they can sit there and watch either the garden or their sleeping lovers to know they are ok.

Sometimes Ahri get confused wich memories are hers and wich were eaten by her, wich is why they have a photoprinter and picture of every memory, trivial or not, with some words written on them. They all keep the collection growing so Ahri can look through them.

Eve really wants to be there for her girls when they hurt, but is too afraid her hunger will overpower her and she'd hurt them more. So she distances herself and breaks down in silence. The others can never know.

Kai suffers chronic pain from badly healed injuries. On really bad days she can hardly move. She meditates and tries to be mindfull and calm because she fears to get into symbionte rage and hurt the others.

[cyberraver]

ღ Ahrilynn ღ

🎨 Akane

[rizzyun]

Tell me your secrets~

Ahri by me Evelynn by my @rachasakawa Photo by @ronaldoichiphotography

[mrsakanes]

🌸No offence Kai'Sa.💅🏻

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🌸Models by @sokurabbit

🌸Credit me if you repost

🌸Don't reedit my art please.

[enchantedwolfoon]

Ahrilynn & Seragwen

Original upload date: 4th of December 2022

[jigendraws]

let's ignore the fact that I AM VERY LATE at uploading this since completing the project in 2021..

have the unreleased version of the polaroids to make up for it..

[babs-babbles]

[asuchanmeow]

What if Ahri and Evelynn charmed eachother at the same time?

[hawkeyyee]

that barbie meme but its KDA ahrilynn--

one day i'll finish this

[louisatfanfics]

Sinopse: Competitividade deveria definir o nome e sobrenome de Ahri Walker e Evelynn Howard. Duas mulheres excêntricas e jogadoras, uma de jogos online, a outra de jogos de mesa, no entanto, o amor uniu dois corações competitivos e a regra era uma: propor jogos para apimentar a relação delas, contudo, o jogo escolhido da vez foi o Strip Poker e o resultado foi surpreendentemente prazeroso.

LINK DA FANFIC: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/love-game-25162852

[luthorao3]

whump part 2 prompts, #7: “I can’t exactly help you if you won’t let me.” for ahri/evelynn

i want you to know i wrote about three different scenarios for this before i settled on this lmao, this is such a juicy line for these two!!! thank you!! <3

“What makes you think I need your help.”

It’s sharper than Evelynn intends for it to sound, but it achieves its goal immediately; Ahri pauses a foot away from her, hand still outstretched and hanging in the air between them, before she forces it back down to her side. Her eyes are the kind of hurt that Evelynn’s never been able to stand to see, so she turns her back on them and pretends to be busy clearing her vanity table.

Behind her, Ahri waits in silence.

It’s the kind of silence that presses in close against Evelynn’s back, tucks its chin over her shoulder, mouth against her ear. She can feel it breathing. It turns every hair up at the base of her neck with how hard she’s trying to ignore it.

Finally, quietly, Ahri speaks again.

“I know you don’t need it, Eve,” she says, still unmoving. Evelynn fiddles with a perfume bottle with focused interest. “That wasn’t why I offered it.”

“Then I don’t understand why you did.”

Evelynn turns in time to see Ahri’s expression change – see the anger distinguish itself from the hurt – and sets her jaw.

“Don’t you?”

There’s a look on Ahri’s face that Evelynn supposes she should recognise, something defiant and daring, but when she attempts to divine the intention beneath it, her stomach twists itself into knots. She’s spent too many years beneath a camera lens that it’s easy to scoff and pull on her poker face, dismiss Ahri with a flick of one hand, and step past her.

But Ahri does not let her get far.

Before Eve can process more than the hands that catch her by her upper arms, she’s being shoved backwards. Her body connects with the vanity in a rattle of clinking glass, all those perfume bottles clattering into each other, and Ahri crowds in close to her front, pinning her in place. Evelynn thinks she will kiss her, and prepares for it, but Ahri simply stares. Her hands have left Evelynn’s arms but have fixed themselves to her hips, like she means to hold her there, like Evelynn could not turn her body to liquid smoke and slip away as easily as the breath that leaves her lungs.

(She doesn’t.)

“Don’t you,” Ahri presses, “really?”

Evelynn wets her lips.

“Because I’ve been working very hard to make you see that I’m your friend.”

Humming, Evelynn calculates how little she would have to move for their noses to be touching. Takes note of Ahri’s grip around her hips. The bubblegum sweet of her lipgloss, close enough to taste. Maybe she’s just out of touch, maybe this is how friends react when you turn away their help, either way she is not asking for clarification.

“I wasn’t offering because I don’t think you can take care of it on your own,” Ahri continues, pressing closer into the space between them. “I offered because I could. Because I see how I can make your life the tiniest, slightest bit easier, and gods above, Eve, we both know you could use that much at least.”

There’s barely a gap between their bodies, now, barely space for Evelynn to drag her attention away from the way that Ahri has nestled herself so snugly between her legs, from the perfect honey of her eyes, from the fact that she still has not kissed her.

“And so the next time I offer to help,” Ahri says, “whether it’s to fix your hair, or pick up your laundry, or”— pressing a hand against Evelynn’s cheek —“to help you feed that insatiable appetite that’s threatening to destroy your career, what do you say?”

Evelynn does not realise how dry her mouth has turned until she tries to swallow.

Ahri’s hand is warm against her cheek. Inside her chest, her phantom heart beats faster than she’s ever allowed it.

“Yes.”

It’s conceding. It’s giving in. It’s giving herself over in a way that Evelynn would never— baring her throat, feeling hot breath against it just before the bite. It’s agony. It’s delirium. It’s perfection.

Ahri studies her expression knowingly and draws her thumb along her cheek, soothing, tender, far too soft.

“Thank you,” she says, then eases up.

Evelynn is still leaning against the wrecked vanity table when the door closes behind her.

Dazed, trembling, breathing hard.

[cyberraver]

ღ Ahrilynn ღ

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