#League of Legends one shot

[lightdangerr]

PINK - Vi

Warnings: Mild +18. Hints. Fluff. You get a good beating.

notes: I'm not used to write this kind of things (+18), I hope you like it.

You watched the redhead hit the wall, you couldn't help but bite your lip as Vi's muscles flexed. You looked like a hormonal teenager, and it embarrassed you a little.

──────Do you enjoy the view?──────She asked when she felt your gaze on her, you looked at her with a smile.

──────Yes and much──────You answer seeing her smiling mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her put on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and going down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it again to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────Then do it-──────You spoke up and gave yourself a mental slap as she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, she opened the jacket kissing your neck, leaving light hickeys in the process, making you gasp helplessly, she stopped and you let out a snort.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you again moving closer to you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Si and much──────You answer seeing her smile mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her placed on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it back down to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────Then do it-──────You spoke up and gave yourself a mental slap as she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, she opened the jacket kissing your neck, leaving light hickeys in the process, making you gasp helplessly, she stopped and you let out a snort.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you coming back towards you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Not there prize today, rosita──────You ran to the place where Caitlyn was.

She looked at you giving you a little smile to look around again──────What are you doing, watchman? ──────You ask leaning against the wall.

──────Surveying ground.

──────Always on the defensive, hottie──────You looked at Vi, who approached Caitlyn, you just watched with your blood boiling in jealousy at the attention she was giving to the watcher, you looked in another direction noticing a silhouette, you frowned as you walked along the edge.

──────Liz What are you doing? ────── Caitlyn asked as she noticed you walking along the edge without looking down. You shushed her, watching for any sound, Vi grabbed your hand, fearing you might fall, you let go, running into a pipe and up onto the roof of the house straight ahead, you heard Vi behind you and Caitlyn calling their names.

You continued your run until Vi inadvertently lost sight of you, I looked everywhere trying to decipher where you had gone.

Instead you ran and ran until something crashed into you and knocked you to the ground.

What a stupid fall that was.

You got up defensively, recognized that person as one of Silco's henchmen, threw punches and hit and missed. Thanks to the glow it made the opposing blows hurt like hell but you still stayed on your feet.

At least until he hit you hard in the stomach, you coughed blood, you were out of energy, about to fall, when the opponent went to throw another blow you gave another being rewarded by one in your jaw, he took you by the neck hanging you, you coughed for air, you moaned trying to get loose, you saw blurred and your senses were dulled.

From one moment to the next you fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air without stopping, you looked straight ahead and saw Vi hit the man without stopping. She got up giving one last kick to the unconscious man, she ran towards you checking your wounds, she was talking to you but you didn't really hear much of what she was saying.

──────¿Mhm?, Yes it was me, I'm sorry──────You were hallucinating, Vi took you in her arms firmly and started walking back──────Shh, I want to drink myself unconscious too. Damn vice──────You laughed a little.

Vi listened to every one of your hallucinations, laughing internally at some very stupid and funny ones until you talked about some girls, saying how sexy they looked.

And no, that was not allusion, not unintentionally. That was on purpose.

Vi's grip tightened on your legs, you laid your head on Vi's chest, drawing pictures on top of the fabric.

──────You look so... Damn sexy──────You fell unconscious, Vi took your pulse in concern.

The blow to your stomach and jaw were too much, even more so when that guy had glitter in his system.

When she arrived she left you on a bed, going for a first aid kit, she treated your wounds carefully trying as much as possible not to be so rough, kissing your cheek as she listened to the moans you let out because of the stabbing pain throughout your body. She was missing one and she was sure that it was the one that hurt the most, she lifted your shirt up to the level of your breasts, seeing the big bruise and blood on your stomach, she sighed.

She kissed the edges carefully as she wiped away the blood, she stopped the instant you squealed bringing your hand to your stomach, Vi took you in her arms, caressing your head as you coughed a little, you opened your eyes a little, closed them and hid your face in the redhead's arms. You hit Vi's hand still drowsy.

──────Don't touch──────Your voice had come out hoarse and dry, Vi shook her head.

──────Remove your arm──────Ordered softly looking at you, I took your arm away from your stomach. I put the absorbent cotton over the wound listening to you inhale sharply, trying to be as careful as possible.

You only mumbled incoherently, and even bit the redhead's toned arm slightly.

It didn't bother her, in fact she was used to you biting her.

The cotton touched the center of the wound, making you let out a small scream, which was immediately silenced by the redhead, who kissed your lips with little delicacy, continued healing the wound without separating her lips from yours, she didn't want and neither was she going to let you scream when more minions could be near.

He had finished treating the wound, only needed to put gauze, when he was about to separate from you, you leaned up again to catch his lips, Vi did not refuse and continued the kiss with more rudeness, his hand stopped on your torso sticking you more to his body. The kiss was getting hotter and hotter, her hand touched every part of your body without getting to the sore spots.

The door opened before she could reach any further. Caitlyn opened her eyes like saucers as she swallowed in that at the intimate moment the contrarians were having.

──────Yo... I'm sorry──────Before they could speak, the blonde was already gone.

──────You almost always interrupt us──────You muttered listening to the affirmative sound of your partner, you laughed to then take your hands to your affected areas to greater severity, emitting a groan.

──────Rest──────Murmuro leaning back against the wall at the same time that carefully attracted your body until you had it on top of hers, you smiled resting your head on the chest of the redhead, listening to her heartbeat, you closed your eyes hugging her against your body, something that she returned with the least possible force──────Admit that you scared me──────You emitted an 'aww' leaving a kiss on the tattoo on her neck.

──────I'm sorry rosita, I didn't mean to──────I sounded like a tease but the second thing was true, you didn't mean to scare her. And the truth you blamed on your curiosity and desire to be in a fight. You leaned better on her body letting her put the gauze on your stomach.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Guysss imagine topping Sevika when she finally LOSENS UPPP ⚠️ bottom sev ⚠️

I can imagine her letting you top her once or twice but that woman is so tense even thought you’ve known her years upon years, that she couldn’t get herself to fully enjoy it because she’s always so deep in her head about her “tough” image.

So imagine her, once again, under you, trying to muffle her moans so you couldn’t hear them, even though you could tell the slight roll in her eyes when you thrusted into her. She was groaning out curses, hands clenching the sheets she laid against.

She looked so pretty beneath you, it was just a shame she was trying to hide from you.

That was until you flicked her clit with your thumb, her back arching slightly as she gasped again. Before she could close her mouth, your thumb moved to her mouth and traced her lips. Index and middle finger slowly moving into her mouth.

She moaned against you, sucking your fingers, lapping her tongue at your skin.

“Gonna fuck you dumb, Vika.”

Then she fucking breaks.

She whined against you, hips that usually tried to stay in one place matched your rhythm, bucking at every single thrust you made into her. Her body suddenly loosens up, back now arching even more off the bed, head thrown back as she tried her best to keep your fingers in her mouth as she moans out properly

You’re drilling your hips into her, watching her basically fall apart. She’s drooling from the corners of her lips, eyes rolling back so hard it hurt her. But she didn’t care because you felt so good pushing the strap into her there was nothing on this earth that could matter in that moment.

You take your fingers out of her mouth, watching as the noises she made became much more clear. The same fingers reached down to rub her clit, but your eyes never left her.

When she finally cums, she feels like she’s on cloud nine. Your hand is reaching towards her face, wiping away a tear that had left her eye when she cried out for you just a moment ago.

Let’s just say she was better at letting go from then on 😇

[redtsundere-writes]

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

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Proud | Toji Fushiguro (+18. MDNI)

First Time | Megumi Fushiguro

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Ear Cleaning | Sukuna Ryomen

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League of Legends:

Negative Rizz | Heartsteel!Ezkayn

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FLUFFTOBER - 2024

[milksuu]

after that one anon ask, i am on that dad!heartsteel!aphelios brianrot oml

[bekkomi]

Based on that one Korean poster of Macbeth

[eurikaplisetsky]

Heartbits pt. 3

THEY. ARE. BACK! This is supposed to have a sixth page yet i decided not to include it T_T. To see what's the original ending and to know why it's missing, be my supporter now on kofi and find it out on the link below!

[thehealingsystem]

am I being dumb or. why is jinx's design like...opposite in the next shot. ik ik they can make it seem in the trailer that it's one scene when it's actually two different ones, but for the entire show jinx has had her bangs over her right side, and her weird belt arm thing on her left arm. but now her hair is on her left and the belt is on her right in this one? and it's not because of where the camera is at, it still should be that way. the only way it would look like this if she's being seen through a mirror. has there been any moment it's changed or am I not getting something or...

[summerwriting]

Taking writing requests

I write x reader so here is a list of characters I’ll write stories about

Damon Salvatore (the vampire diaries )

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sam Winchester (supernatural)

Vi (arcane)

jinx (arcane)

Bucky Barnes AKA winter soldier (marvel)

Loki Laufeyson (marvel)

Jack Frost (rise of the guardians)

Harley Quinn (DC)

James potter (Harry Potter/Marauders Era)

that is all the characters I will be taking requests for at the moment

Rules for requests I will not write smut it’s just not something I’m comfortable writing

I will only write girl x girl reader and boy x girl reader I’m sorry for the boys maybe one day I’ll write a male reader story but not any time soon sorry

some things you need to know

I haven’t watched all of the Vampire Diaries but I know a lot about it

at the moment I’m only on season three of supernatural

and I’m new to DC so if I get something wrong let me know nicely please

comment story ideas and what you want me to write and I’ll write it

[sev1kasgirl]

Spark Of Rivalry

Sevika x Reader

Sevika is an enforcer! enemies to lovers?

I dodged Sevika's grasp by mere inches, my heart racing as I vanished into the crowded market. That woman was relentless! Our last encounter left me with a scar above my left eyebrow and a burning desire to outsmart her.

Weeks later, I found myself at an underground fight club, seeking a lucrative opportunity. Sevika appeared, her piercing gaze scanning the room. Our eyes collided, sparking a jolt of adrenaline.

"You're a hard woman to catch," she said, her voice low and husky, as she approached me.

"I'm not interested in being caught," I retorted, my tone laced with defiance.

Sevika's smile hinted at a challenge. "We'll see about that."

We engaged in a verbal sparring match, our words dripping with tension. Every glance, every gesture, felt like a dance on the edge of a knife. I couldn't deny the thrill that came with facing her.

As the night wore on, our banter turned into a game of cat and mouse, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Sevika's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, leaving me breathless.

Suddenly, she leaned in, her face inches from mine. "You're playing with fire, smuggler," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I stood my ground, my heart pounding. "I'm not afraid of getting burned."

Sevika's gaze lingered, the air thick with unspoken promises. Then, she vanished into the crowd, leaving me wondering if I'd just made a deal with the devil herself.

~

Days passed, and our encounters became a thrilling game of cat and mouse. Sevika would appear, testing my skills, pushing me to my limits. I began to crave these moments, my senses heightened whenever she was near.

One night, I received a cryptic message from an unknown source, proposing a lucrative heist. The catch? Sevika was involved. I arrived at the designated meeting point, wary but intrigued.

Sevika emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Partnering with me is your best chance at success," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I trust you?"

Sevika's smile was enigmatic. "Because, smuggler, we both want the same thing: to outdo the competition and claim the prize."

Our uneasy alliance was forged, bound by mutual interest rather than trust. As we planned the heist, our banter turned into a delicate dance of power and seduction.

~

The night of the heist arrived, and we moved through the shadows, our movements synchronized. Sevika's skills impressed me, her expertise undeniable.

As we infiltrated the target location, tensions rose. Sevika's hand brushed against mine, sending sparks through my body. I glanced at her, but her expression remained focused.

We secured the prize, a valuable artifact, and escaped into the night. Sevika turned to me, her eyes glinting with triumph.

"Not bad, smuggler. You're more useful than I thought."

I smirked, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. "You're not so bad yourself, enforcer."

Our gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken tension. For a moment, I thought I saw something more in her eyes... something that looked almost like attraction.

~

As we parted ways, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Sevika's gaze had lingered a fraction of a second longer than necessary. The thrill of our partnership still coursed through my veins.

Days passed, and our paths crossed again. This time, Sevika sought my expertise for a clandestine meeting. We navigated the winding alleys of Zaun, our footsteps echoing off the walls.

Sevika's usual composure faltered for a moment, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability. "I need your help, smuggler. Discreetly."

My curiosity piqued, I agreed. As we walked, our shoulders almost touched, sending shivers down my spine.

Night fell, and we found ourselves in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse. Sevika's eyes locked onto mine, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I have a proposition. One that requires... trust."

My heart raced as she stepped closer, her breath caressing my skin. "I'm listening."

Sevika's lips brushed against my ear, sending sparks through my body. "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."

With that, she vanished into the shadows, leaving me breathless and wondering.

Midnight approached, and I found myself at the clock tower, my pulse racing. Sevika emerged from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and uncertainty.

"Smuggler, I—"

Suddenly, a group of thugs ambushed us. Sevika instinctively pulled me into the shadows, her body pressed against mine.

In the heat of the moment, our lips almost touched, the tension between us palpable. Gunfire erupted, and we fought side by side, our movements fluid.

When the dust settled, Sevika's gaze met mine, her eyes burning with intensity. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of attraction.

"Thanks for watching my back," she said, her voice low and husky.

My heart skipped a beat. "Anytime, enforcer."

Our faces inches apart, the air thick with unspoken promises...

~

Months passed, and our partnership blossomed into a fierce loyalty. Sevika and I stood side by side, taking on Zaun's underworld together.

One fateful night, as we celebrated a hard-won victory, Sevika's gaze locked onto mine. The tension between us was palpable, no longer just rivalry, but something more.

"Y/n," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think it's time we acknowledged the real prize."

My heart raced as she stepped closer, her eyes burning with intensity.

"You," she whispered, her lips inches from mine. "You're the one I want."

Our lips met in a fiery kiss, the spark between us igniting into a blaze of passion.

From that moment on, Sevika and I were inseparable. We ruled Zaun's shadows together, our love growing stronger with each passing day.

In the midst of danger and intrigue, we found our haven in each other's arms.

Years later, as we stood on the rooftop, overlooking the city we once fought to control, Sevika turned to me with a smile.

"You know, Y/n," she said, her eyes shining with love, "I'm glad I never caught you."

I chuckled, pulling her close. "Me too, Sevika. Me too."

And as the sun set over Zaun, our lips met once more, sealing our love forever.

[juniemunie]

The Masks of the Kindred seek you!

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Chat idk if I’ll survive season two 😔😔

[popawritter12]

Can I request this

a reader who is a traveling dancer with Yandere blood moon shen. If you want some lore, Shen and reader were best friends when they were younger.

Author's notes: I had many complications this week, sorry but I will finish your requests more slowly, sorry if I lose my initial regularity :(

Also, there's was something that I wanted to add: Please add the gender of the reader, it is important because I need to know if you want a male, female, non-binary or any other gender reader, it is important when converting it from my Spanish to English <3

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Shen x reader

Yandere character: Shen From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: League Of Legends Case: Kidnapping, childhood friends, small memory loss, mentions of bondage, unhealthy obsession, mention of a cult Part:1 of 1 Finished: Yes -

The night was full of stars, the streets are illuminated by decorations of stunning colors, and the people with a happy expression on their faces after so many years. It was no surprise for the cultist to see people being so happy that day, since he was also happy, and not because of the approaching event, it was because, finally his beloved returns home, returns to him and returns to their family roots, to the place where it belonged for so long.

Distant was the time when they lived next to him, where they danced together and they perceptively mocked the mistakes he made when dancing, when the dancer moved as freely as a bird fluttering its wings in the air.

He still has mind images of them when he first saw the dancer; beautiful and with a folk dance ropes. In his eyes, the dancer was a beauty, even for their young age, as they parents always put a lot of thought into their beauty, always trying to stand out at all times, and especially when they was going to act or dance.

He never knew when or how the dancer had become a close friend to him, since he was very shy around them, and had a hard time getting close to her to even greet them, but he did; He had achieved it, and he felt that it had been the best thing he had done in his entire life.

The dancer was always looking for him, looking to play with him and looking for a break from their busy life. Normally they both chased each other in the forest, or practiced different types of dance, the time they had spent together was such that it seemed unreal, given that he was the first friend they had; Their parents never accepted the fact that they had other friends, that the dancer sought to have their childhood in peace without their parents worrying about it, so the dancer ran away from their home almost daily to be able to see it.

It was obvious that they both developed a feeling for each other; love, and mainly a friendship that they thought would never be broken.

However, everything was never rosy, especially when Shen was told that his beloved dancer was going to leave.

He tried to stop the family of his dancer, telling them how much they meant to him, and even confessing his love for the dancer…, but it was too late; His precious dancer was too young to decide for their own life, and they was forced to leave what they always called home.

Years passed until they returned, when they did, he noticed that their best friend was not there, that person with whom they always dedicated to dancing and practicing the dance that normally was difficult for them was not there. When the dancer asked about him, everyone refused to give them an answer, saying that no one knew where the poor boy was with whom they danced so much and who enjoyed the little childhood they had.

And it was mainly their love for him that caused them to never forget the feeling they had when they found out the truth; when they found out that he had decided to join that horrific cult. To that group of people who constantly harms the entire town, many thought it was impossible, and even the person who told them said that she doubted if it was really him.

It was painful, very painful to think that by abandoning his friend he had caused him to go down the wrong path, to notice that, almost by accident, he had been forced to join the cult of the blood moon, and repeatedly nights he blamed themselves for those decisions he had taken.

And yet it was easy for him to find out when they returned for the first time, and searched every corner of the village for the dancer, that person with whom he tried as fervently to fall in love with him as the first time.

However, it was obvious that she was not going to react very well to this, since it was the same cultists who had murdered one of her great friends, she was always going to have that grudge buried deep in her heart. .

He knew that she was never going to forgive him, but that infatuation had escalated in such a way that even with the years he made him see her again, longing to touch her skin again, to see how she had grown And even if he gave her a opportunity to dance with her once again.

And when he met them again he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't stop thinking that they would remember him and that them would run to give him a hug, fill him with affection and remind him that they will always be in his heart, that they was always going to stay and that now no one was going to command their life and that they was going to be by his side until the end of them days.

However, once again his actions ended up working against them, and his dancer only saw him with fear, with terror and with anguish of knowing what he had become, in the decision that he had made from the moment he took a step inside the blood moon temple.

He did not stop repeating repeatedly what he had to do, what he was going to end up doing sooner or later, and what they was going to drive to madness; However on that route, it was very obvious that he had not took a second path, there was no deviation and much less a return.

He tried to force them into a hug, tried to get the dancer to talk to him, but not a single word that he expected from them came out of them, only a scream of fear came out of their mouth. They vocal cords seemed like they were going to end up damaged, and at the same time irritated the man's ears, even if he was confused it didn't take him long to realize why his dancer was having such a reaction.

He let them go, and almost instantly they escaped with all the energy they could muster in their legs, almost as if they wanted to simply disappear from the earth or teleport to a place completely away from him, and a scream from them — That seemed to call another man—was heard in the distance when his dancer was no longer in his range of vision.

That night, after a long time, almost for the first time in his life, he cried and collapsed under the temple, removing a mask from his face, removing that serious and almost emotionless personality from him. That part of him that sought so fervently to eliminate all traces of humanity, and eradicate those very human and sensitive feelings that lived in his heart.

It was terrible and horrendous, almost frightening, the feeling of knowing how his beloved dancer had treated him, even more knowing that it was her fault that they had reacted so badly, that the dancer had decided to simply reject him and walk away from him at full speed.

It was a memory that played in his mind for many nights, even for weeks he wondered what he had done wrong, what mistake he had made for them to make the decision to run as far away from him as possible, and why they had done so rejected in such a way that even running as far away from him as possible.

But, a memory appeared in his mind.

One that he had buried inside his chest, one that she thought he would never see again.

Two young people were walking in the middle of the forest, the illumination of the sun at midday allowed them to see clearly. The hurried steps of the youngest were the most heard due to the rustling of the leaves.

—Wait! I don't run as much as you!

The brown-haired young man was panting, air struggling into his lungs.

—Oh, come on! You seriously can't stand anything!

The dancer seemed almost unattainable with so little fatigue in an entire tour, especially when they had barely left their house after a long hour of training.

—I can't keep up with you, you just finished training, shouldn't you rest for a second?

—We're almost there, stop being a complainer.

The young man snorted in protest, his legs shaking but stiff from the amount of road they had traveled. The amount of miles they had traveled together was too much even for someone like him, yet the dancer seemed so excited that they ignored the pain in their legs or the fatigue in their body.

It was almost a miracle when the dancer took his hand, excited and jumping for joy.

—We are already close! —The dancer, almost unconsciously jumping with big steps, highlighting a dazzling smile in every second of their jumps.

The dancer looked as happy as always, but while he dragged his partner to the long mountain which they crossed with a path highlighted by the separation of stones and the grass without existing on that path.

—Are you going to tell me where we're going?

—Just walk!

It took them only three minutes to climb the small mountain in front of them.

Upon reaching the top, the little girl looked over the trees, and mainly, a small path where there was a large group of people.

The young woman took the hand of her companion, her free hand pointing to the people on the path.

—Look! It's there! —She shouted, excited —, they are professional dancers.

Both children looked at the group in front of them, and Shen couldn't help but feel somewhat confused.

—Did we come here just to watch a group of dancers go to their next destination? —The boy asks —, are you serious?

The dancer just looked at they partner again, before snorting, angrily.

—Aren't you looking? It means that there will be an event soon.

Shen had already been notified of the event, but they found such things incredible. The few times they left the house were thanks to the fact that they had found someone with whom they could share that enthusiasm for the world.

Shen could say something, but they just decided to look away and return their attention to the dancers and their path.

—They are so… incredible —The dancer mentions, a gasp of admiration comes out of them —, I wish I could participate in events like that.

They young friend, faced with this, only decided to look at them again, a question was formulated in his mind, almost immediately resulting in a question that was asked for them.

—When you grow up you want to be like them, I have to imagine—Shen mentions, before turning his attention to the path that the dancers were walking, now empty. —, you will travel the world, you will have many admirers, and many things, you know?

At this, the dancer, offended, looks at him again, pushing his shoulder lightly with his small hand.

—I don't want to be like them—The dancer responds angrily.

—Hey? why not? —He asks, curious.

—Because it would mean being away from you.

The young man's heart raced, before he just refused to look the dancer in the eyes, a slight blush on his face.

—Shen, I have to tell you something.

The dancer moved fluidly towards him, managing to position in front of him.

—What happen?

—If one day I ever leave, I want you to know that I won't do it on my own —The dancer begins their explanation—, my parents always insist that I have to go out into the world, dance and explore the whole world, but I want to stay here, with you. .

The young man's blush spread even more, but now he just stared at the young dancer, happily.

—So, if I try to leave here, do whatever it takes to stop me, okay? —The dancer asked, firmly taking his hands —. No matter what happens, I want us to be together no matter what.

At this, he nodded, a protective feeling rising deep in his chest, but stronger now.

That memory had triggered everything, and it wasn't long before he came to, noticing what he had in his arms.

The dancer moved with fear, their back arching as their hands clasped around his wrists caused a feeling of sorrow deep in his heart.

He realized that he had slipped out of himself, and now he had his precious dancer, beneath him, sobbing as they body trembled violently, trying to escape the deep grip he exerted.

—I see you did it —A voice echoed behind him.

Hearing his footsteps in the barely lit room only reminded him of the mistake he had made.

—I didn't think I would be capable of this, after all, you were the closest of all of us to stripping you of your humanity. —the hooded man mentioned, without removing his white mask with reddish details.

The man leaned against the old wood, between his fingers a deck of cards which he manipulated with such ease that he resembled an artist manipulating a paintbrush.

—However, I want you to be clear about one thing.

The bodyguard looked serious, his mask marked that lack of humanity, which was never going to be removed in the face of another cultist, or demon.

—You have permission to keep it, but if you betray us —The man threw a white card on a dark wood, rubbing against Shen's mask.

The letter passed through a beetle with ease, managing to split its body with a single attack.

—Don't think you'll have another chance.

The hooded man withdrew, his footsteps soon disappeared into the darkness, while leaving the clear sign that there was not a single human person in that temple.

There wasn't a single human person there, least of the dancer.

The dancer who was condemned to dance with their only and most fearsome dance partner.

[incorrect-piltover-quotes]

Jinx: Vi, family doesn't make threats. Have I ever threatened you?

Vi:

Vi: ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

[thescriptorium]

listen obviously I want caitlyn to wear glasses so she can give off the sexy intellectual vibes she deserves. but also. if someone legitimately asked caitlyn kiramman if she wore glasses or needed glasses…i just know she would genuinely get so offended. like big frown, wounded pride and everything.

“why would I ever need glasses?” she says, with that haughty topside accent, “my eyesight is excellent.”

[thepigeonblue]

Requests open!

Hello all!

I’m relatively new to Tumblr, but I’m not new to writing (although literally everything I have is a work in progress and I cannot post ANYTHING💀) and I would love to do more of it but I lose inspiration quickly.

I’m putting this out there in case anyone wants me to write something for any of the fandoms I’m in, in the hopes it will spur me on to write more. If I’m doing it per request I’ll actually finish it lol.

I’ll do

Headcanons

One-shots

X reader (gender neutral)

Matchups with characters based on a short description of yourself (the list of characters I’ll write for doesn’t apply to this- you could be matched up with any character from the fandom you request!)

probably other stuff too, feel free to message me if what you want isn’t on this list!

Thank you for reading and message me if you’re interested!! Sorry I don’t have any examples at the moment, so I’d understand if that put you off.

[eurikaplisetsky]

Heartbits pt. 04 "Nymphomaniac"

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