#Malzadin

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"The secrets of the universe? In my pants of course!" "Malz bby plS"

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Malzahar/Kassadin headcanon

I was thinking about how Malzahar was immortal, but Kassadin isn't, he's human, just altered. So when the years of their time together pass... Kassadin, aged 50. Malzahar still loves them. Aged 60. Malzahar's love for them is still the same, but he's in denial that Kassadin is nearing death. Aged 70. They both don't talk about Kassadin's end, it's a sensitive topic, particularly for Malzahar. Aged 80. Malzahar has always been doing things for Kassadin, he doesn't want his lover to injure himself or any way due to their old age. Aged 90. Kassadin is lucky enough to still be alive, thanks to the partial influence of the Void inside him. Malzahar fears for his lover's life, and he turns to his clairvoyance to get the best routes for Kassadin to take. Also done in earlier years, started at aging 5o. Aged 100+ Kassadin is dead, Malzahar can't believe it. He'd do anything to bring back Kassadin, he was too attached to the man, he knows. The Void smites him and he dies, his duties as their Prophet was destroyed once he loved Kassadin.

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I love you (JK I hate you) [Malzahar/Kassadin]

🌱 I love you (Jk, I hate your guts) 1/? ☆*:.｡. Chapter 1 .｡.:*☆ Kassadin was pretty, Malzahar thinks to himself. He gazes at the champion besides him as they were purchasing their items, the usual, corrupting potion. The Prophet likes how the man's arms flex when they engage in battle, fighting minions or slaying other champions, they were all quite a good show. Malzahar sighs, and he nearly dies to the chickens in the Jungle from his daze. He fixes his mistake, and flushes when his eyes make contact with the Void Walker's own, fortunately his cowl and hood concealed his embarrassment.  They're on opposite teams now, the next game. Malzahar is mid lane, against Kassadin. He won't let his emotions get in the way of his job, so he makes quick work of his abilities, a multitude of his voidling swarm around the latter as his malefic visions would take effect. No, they weren't very malefic, because Malzahar wasn't concentrating enough, he was still stuck on how nicely shaped the man was, how likeable they were to other champions. His mistake is noticeable, because Kassadin doesn't seem to be affected. Malzahar gasps audibly, and his tears come hot to his eyes, he fucked this up real bad.  Malzahar throws down his silence, but Kassadin doesn't miss a beat and he dodges it nimbly, warping up close where the Prophet could hear the other's slow breathing clearly. The man presses his blade against the seer's neck and Malzahar trembles, no, not like this. He felt humiliated by his own mistake, but found some comfort by the fact that the other didn't seem to react much. Kassadin has Malzahar backed against a wall, some dirt crumbling from how the Prophet was pushed against forcibly. Malzahar chokes on his breath, but regains his composure eventually, though it doesn't matter. He's lost this fight, he's entirely in the latter's hands. "You're a weird one, Prophet." Kassadin hums, and Malzahar lightens. So they're not entirely grossed out-- A quick strike through the chest is what it takes for the seer to be sent coiling into purple particles, waiting to respawn at the fountain.  After the game, the summoners disconnect to go join a new game while the champions are left to do whatever they please. The game is over, so there is no more bloodshed, the two teams are now neutral. Mos of the champions now hang out at middle lane, the turrets neutralized so anyone could go and pass as they wished. It was only Yasuo from Malzahar's team that left the Rift, sour about the defeat.  Malzahar glances up as a shadow passes over him, and his gaze is met by Kassadin. The Prophet feels their face getting hot again, and just from the memory he wants to get as far away as possible from this man. 'What happened?' He knows what the other will ask, so he answers them before the words could even leave their mouth. Though it's not exactly how he wanted his response to be, a bunch of stammering and trembling. Why was he acting like this? A sniveling stuttering fool? Just because of one mistake? "H-ha-ah, hh- I," Malzahar finds himself saying, he couldn't even form comprehensible words. "Don't worry about it." Kassadin responds calmly, and the man claps a hand on the seer's back that snaps them briefly out their daze.  "We all make mistakes, don't we?" "A-ah, yes."  Malzahar feels relieved that Kassadin doesn't pry the topic any further. No wonder he's likeable, Malzahar thinks, but he pushes everyone away. The Prophet then had a goal to make the latter his friend, he wanted that. He didn't push people away, the Void did. The seer likes how close Kassadin is, he could feel their warmth radiating off their frame. But he knew, that Kassadin would never be his, so far out of reach. Who would want to be with the person who murdered your child and village?  He wants Kassadin to forget that. He wants to start anew. He wants to feel love. He knows that the Void will eventually dump him as it's puppet once he's involved with romantic affairs with another, his job was only to serve the Void as it's vessel, after Valoran has been terrorized and seized by said force, his duties will be done, and he shall be slaughtered. Pretty sad, isn't it? But he wants that, anything, just for a taste on how it really feels to be loved, in the arms of a lover, instead of the wrath of the Void.  Tears slip down his cheeks, and they soak into his cowl, strands of his hair plaster to his cheeks as well during this. When had he been crying? He didn't notice. "Malzahar?" Kassadin touches their hand as an attempt to get their attention. "Is everything okay?" For some reason, this encourages the Prophet's tear flow, and Malzahar just lets it happen. His sobbing is pitiful, and the Void Walker lightly pushes their head against his chest. Malzahar likes how the other smells, he presses his nose against the crook of the man's neck as his crying seems ceases over time, his body shudders. "Kassadin." He says finally after a long silence.  "Hm?" "Could... I stay at your house?" "Mhm." "Thank you, it's just for tonight, if that's okay." The seer whispers the last part, and he flinches when the man talks again, their voice is loud, per produced by the mask. "Of course."  All champions leave the Rift, off to do whatever.  Malzahar floats towards the couch, criss crossing his legs as he'd float above the furniture. Kassadin hums, "I don't have a spare bed, so you'll have to sleep here." Malzahar nods in acknowledgement, and he elevates lower so he could physically touch the cushions of the couch. "Thank you." Kassadin waves a hand. "It's nothing. You did something for me, so this is compromise." Malzahar flushes, that's right, he took the other in when the snow was particularly heavy.  He remembers when they shared a bed, slept together, close together.  But only because Kog'Maw took over his couch. "Hhh, guess so." Malzahar hugs a pillow against his chest, and it smells of Kassadin. Warm, soft smells that reminds him of Shurima, nothing cold like the Void.  "I'll get you a blanket." "Thank you."  It doesn't take long for night to fall.  Kassadin isn't much of a cook, neither was Malzahar, so the two dined on Ionian cuisine that was ordered. Malzahar didn't need food to sate his bodily functions, but he ate anyway. For maybe the second time in his life, he sees the other unmasked, and it's a rough face that's changed by the Void. But Malzahar would do anything to kiss that face anyway.  He's settled comfortably under the covers after tossing out the paper cartons, Kassadin is at one end of the couch, just making sure everything's alright. Malzahar feels like a child, being spoilt with the tendencies of the man. But he doesn't mind. "Kassadin." He says. "Hm?" "How does your mask work?"  He knows how it works, he knows that the mask restricts the inflow of the Void's influence, that was why Kassadin hadn't become one of it's puppets like him. Kassadin seems to get at what they were actually asking, so a hand hesitantly reaches over to touch his own, lifting to behind their mask. "Clasps." Kassadin's touch guides the Prophet's nervous fingers to undo those clasps, and the man's mask comes undone. Oh, their face was more pretty when up close, Malzahar thinks to himself, and a sudden urge to kiss the man rises. Guessing that the male was satisfied, Kassadin began to pull back his mask when the seer's lips gently graced his own. His hand stilled on his metal headpiece, and Malzahar stopped his efforts after realizing the latter wasn't responding to his actions. He fucked this one up too, he thinks frantically to himself, he thought it was a good moment--  But a soft smile lights the Void Walker's face. "You're cute, Prophet." He says finally, he gets up though, with mask back in place. Malzahar's heart flutters briefly, he didn't mess up as bad as he thought. The man reaches over to ruffle his hair, tussling up the seer's brown locks in slight affection. "But we can't." Malzahar senses a bit of hardness to that statement, so the giddy feeling in his gut stops. He won't blame Kassadin, if someone was to murder a loved one, he would definitely hold a grudge against that said individual. But he never had a loved one, he doesn't know how it feels to love. He's just a shell with the Void's corruption swirling inside him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have. I... you just, I just had the urge..." He says, his eyes look downcast.  Kassadin chuckles lightly, "Honestly, you say too much." His tone is lighter this time, though it does nothing much to comfort the Prophet. "Go take a shower, your hair is oily." Kassadin offers a hand for the other to take, but when they hesitate to offer their hand, the man sighs. "Stubborn, stubborn." In a quick sweep, Kassadin has Malzahar in his arms in a bridal style sort of way, the seer's face flares, not necessarily in anger. "Hh--" His arms wound around the man's neck instinctively, not keen about being dropped, though he could always float but whatever. Kassadin gives a kick of his foot and the bathroom door swings open to let the pair enter, he sets Malzahar down on a counter. When he sees the other still unresponsive, a confused mess, the man laughs. "Do you want me to help you undress as well?" "Ye. Join me." Malzahar says, and this catches Kassadin off guard, he smiles, though it's hidden behind his mask. "I'm not going to help you undress," He snorts, "but I'll join you." There's a shower and a tub in the bathroom, both relatively big. Malzahar wonders what happened to the 'I can't' from the man, but doesn't question it, not like they're going to do anything when bathing.  He tugs off his cowl, setting it on a rack, along with other articles of clothing, except for his pants, he kept on, just because he didn't want to be the only one naked in the room, a slight blush dusts his cheeks as he watches the other strip, Kassadin isn't wearing much except for his belt and the bottom, which was successfully ditched with just a tug. Malzahar averts his gaze, tugging his his pants off as he'd then join the man in the shower.  The water runs coolly down their backs, and Malzahar shudders. He feels a hand in his hair, mopping some shampoo through his locks and he makes a small noise of contentment. It smells of roses and memories when he was younger as his mother took care of him. "Do it yourself now, I need to tend to myself." Kassadin chuckles lightly, and Malzahar hums in acknowledgment. His fingers tread through his own hair and his brows crinkle when he encounters a knot. A spray of water hits his face and the male sputters and stumbles back a bit, back pressed against Kassadin's chest in his haste. "Sorry." The man apologizes, though with some amusement. Malzahar isn't mad, just a bit surprised when that happened. Soap and bubbles flow down their hair as the water rinses it away, it feels nice, Malzahar thinks to himself.  The shower was quick, and the pair move into the tub which was already filled with water. When Kassadin tells him that he could add bubbles, Malzahar does so, and squeezes out a generous amount of the solution. Soon enough, the tub seems about to burst with the amount of bubbles it held and Malzahar snorted, laughing. "You're just like a kid." This wakes the Prophet up from their trance, and their face would heat up, cheeks puffed in defense as they'd think of a retort. "But it's cute." Kassadin says before Malzahar could think of a reply, and the seer huffs, the bottle slipping from his grasp. Malzahar sighs in defeat as its lost underwater, he doesn't want to make an attempt to search for it... since the tub wasn't exactly suited for two grown men, it was a small space, and the Prophet wasn't too keen on grabbing something that wasn't the bottle. The Void Walker catches up on the other's uncertainty and he chuckles, "I'll look for it."  The man rummages his hand throughout the water, careful not to touch any sensitive bits of the other, as the seer twitches with paranoia and tries to scoot to the side. He can't help but laugh some, fingers touching the familiar surface of something smooth and cool, the man retrieves the bottle and sets it on the floor with an arm. Though Kassadin leaned uncomfortably close against Malzahar, the seer squeaked, and Kassadin leaned back, arms spread on the rim of the tub as he'd observe how the latter's face reddened. "Are you okay? Is the water too hot?" He muses, and Malzahar shakes his head. "Just shut up Kass." Malzahar says stiffly, but in a fluid motion he leans closer against the man and presses yet another kiss upon their lips. It's the same, Kassadin doesn't kiss back, but he's not exactly objecting to what's happening. It makes the seer confused.  "Um." Malzahar says, he's practically in the man's lap now, his hands cupping the other's face. Kassadin tilts his head, and he kisses the Prophet's palm as it's against his cheek. Oh, he'll accept that, Malzahar thinks to himself, and a sense of satisfaction washes over him. But what's really on his mind was the 'We can't do this' statement from the other, was Kassadin celibate or something? Then why were the both of them naked in a tub? Malzahar wants to criticize the Void Walker but they speak up first. "I meant we can't be a thing. But we can still make love." The man's voice is idle and Malzahar... has some sort of understanding on what they're trying to say and mean. So, he couldn't date the other and whatnot, this was just a one night stand, okay, fine by him. "Oh." Malzahar says, and he's not sure what to say after.  Kassadin makes up for the other's lack of words, his hands gripping their waist as he'd pull them flush against his chest. Malzahar could feel his face heat up, a shade darker, if even possible- "But, why?" He finds himself asking. "You... didn't give 'us' a chance yet." His voice trails off to something meek in tone. Kassadin kisses the Prophet's jaw, and they'd shudder. "You're very forgetful, Prophet." The man presses a thumb against the seer's lips, which a tongue gratefully slips out to lick. "We were something, but it was soiled." A look of disdain crosses his face but it's quickly covered up. "When you succumbed to the Void."  Malzahar doesn't know why, but a twinge of pain tugs at his chest. "I, we were? I don't..." Oh, was he amnesic? His hands fall to the man's shoulders as he'd process what he had jus learned. Kassadin presses another kiss to Malzahar's jaw, though it's a little higher up to their lips. "You're under the influence of the Void, sometimes you're you, other times, it's actually the Void."  "I know that... it's to serve the Void, Kassadin. They gave me so much-" "Then they'll take it away when you serve your purpose." "...Stop." "Malzahar, you're a sweet kid, why'd you-"  "Stop." "Malzahar, please, listen to me." Their name on the man's lips only make his blood boil, the fluttery feeling in his stomach was long gone, replaced with rage. Malzahar wants to get away as far as possible from him, and the seer pushes aggressively against Kassadin. "Don't touch me." Kassadin drops his hold on their waist, and Malzahar takes the chance to rise from the water, grabbing a towel and winding it around his waist before making a grab for his clothes and towards the door. Kassadin doesn't stop him. And Malzahar doesn't say goodbye when he leaves their house.

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some good ‘ole Malzadin...

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Season 7, ( Malzahar/Kassadin )

It's a grand time, at the party of Season 7. "Kat, check this out." Talon says to his step-sister, and the female raises a brow in question as he hauls his body over a table, and ultimately trips over his cloak and falls face flat on the floor. "Parkour." Comes his muffled reply. Katarina laughs. The ADC's will be terrified, shivering in the corners and screaming for their supports. Their supports will have to carry them much harder now. That's what you get when you don't pay respects to the Support God, ADC's. The floor and tables are littered with empty bottles of liquor, and the stench is strong in the air. Ahri has an arm around a fellow assassin, Akali, the pair are both stumbling as they'd giggle in hysterics over nothing. And Kassadin is sandwiched between Syndra, and the Prophet, Malzahar. He doesn't exactly understand why the woman is doing here, her guild house was across the street, the Mage class. But his thoughts are interrupted when a snore erupts from the Sovereign's throat, and a trickle of her saliva and blue sliver of mana potions dribble down her chin. The Void Walker presses himself against Malzahar a little bit more, to avoid touching the latter. Malzahar is also apparently drunk, his eyes are clouded over, with an empty mana potion in his right. The liquid was banned off the Rift, but the Institute brought them back just for the sake of celebrating a new terrible season. Kassadin had some alcohol himself, just a corrupting potion, well- maybe a few of that. Some people get up from their seats, presumably to get to a room and get it on. Though some are just making out in plain sight, Kassadin thinks to himself in disgust as the sounds of sloppy kissing reaches his ears. He makes his way to the bathroom but now until the words of, "Oh, fuck me Shenpai!" reach his ears. The man heaves a sigh, and locks the door behind him as he gazes over his own reflection in the mirror. His face wasn't that pink, he looked decently sober. He turns the faucets, splashing his face with some of the cool water before looking up again- just to see a certain assassin in the room, behind him. Kassadin whips his head around to glower at Malzahar. How the hell did they get in? He locked the door. Oh god, the corrupting potions he consumed earlier must be affecting his mentality. "Get out, Prophet." Malzahar doesn't say anything, their expression veiled by their cowl and hood. "Get out." Kassadin tries again, and his tone is unamused, tired of the seer's antics. "Do you want the bathroom? Then I'll leave, otherwise, get out." He says impatiently, and he hears a small whine emit from the other. "No...." "No what?" "Say my name, then I'll leeeaave." "Malzahar, get out." "Say it nicely, Kass." "...Malzahar, please leave." "Kiss me, then I'll leave." The edges of the Void Walker's mouth twitches, as he'd try not to blast a null sphere through the head of the seer right now. Then he finds the Prophet hugging his legs with their arms as they'd then holler, "OO, harder daddy Kass!" Kassadin's mind whirled. The fuck? And, apparently, someone had heard the two, and a knock sounded on the door. "If you're going to bang, do it somewhere else, not in the bathroom." So the pair leave, only to be dragged to the center of the room by an Ahri. "We're playing spin the bottle!" Kassadin tries to deny, but Ahri doesn't take no for an answer and purposely seated  the man next to the Prophet just for revenge purposes. The man swears under his breath, but Malzahar catches it, "What's that? Fuck me?" They giggle snidely, leaning against the man's side. "Am I going to get my kiss?" The seer puckers their lips while Kassadin gives a roll of their eyes. "No." Malzahar frowns, huffing and returning back to their seat on the floor. "I'm going to get it in the end." Kassadin doesn't have any time to retort when someone shouts, "Vladimir spin!" The hemomancer does, and it lands on Malzahar. Kassadin doesn't need to watch this, but his ears can't block out the sounds. Sounds of sloppy kissing and soft moaning. The pair return back to their rightful spots, and Malzahar flashes a smile at Kassadin. He pretends not to notice that, averting his gaze onto the bottle. Malzahar laughs lightly, and as it being his turn- he spins it. Inevitably landing on someone, who happened to the Void Walker himself. Kassadin flares, "I'm not going to-" Too bad that the pair sit so near each other. Malzahar is on him at once, a hand settled at his neck while their teeth could clack together in their kiss in haste. Kassadin groans, and his hand finds purchase in the Prophet's hair as he'd tug harshly to tilt the male's head backwards for his teeth to nip their throat. Malzahar vibrates against him, his frame shaking with pleasure at each of the bites. But all fun ends eventually, by the comment of Pantheon, "My spear is hard." Kassadin shoves the Prophet away from him in a blur of anger and embarrassment. How had he lost his control? The man is then painfully aware of how aroused he was by that kiss, and his slight erection emphasizes his point. He hadn't kissed anyone like that in ages, since he was inverted to the man he was today by the Void. Malzahar licks his lips, a hand sliding across his mouth to wipe away the excess saliva. God, how sexy it was when Malzahar licked his lips like that. The game goes on, with many highly aroused in the end. Kassadin is picked a couple more times, each of his kisses lacking the fire he had with Malzahar. He hated that thought. The game eventually ends, and the man is relieved. It's nightfall, he realizes as he peers out the window, and he decides it's time for bed. He wants to sleep off the events that happened today, especially the thing with Malzahar. He strips out of his League regalia, and the room's cool temperature hugs his frame. A prickling sensation at the back of his neck, hesitation, but he turns his head sideways to spot Malzahar from the corner of his vision. He startles, bumping his head against the wall, and Malzahar laughs lightly. How the hell do they...? "Kass, c'mere." "I'm okay."

"No, come here." 

The Prophet says this deviously, and Kassadin is very uncomfortable. "Get out of my room." He gestures a hand to the door, awaiting the other to pick themselves up and leave. However, Malzahar only snickers. "I know what you really want, Kassadin." Their name rolls of his tongue smoothly, and the man finds himself somewhat entranced by the other's voice. How had he wound up in the arms of the Prophet? How bright their eyes shone in the dim of the dark. How their mouth screams his name over and over. How their nails scratched his back, leaving stretches of angry red lines. How it made him feel so disgusted with himself. But he enjoyed every moment of it. Malzahar's soft breathing and the slow rise and fall of his chest is the only motion in the night. Kassadin has his arms propped behind his head, eyes just contently staring at the ceiling, light just beginning to peek past the curtains. Not like he would see Malzahar again after this, it was just a fling, like what the Prophet always had with others. Kassadin's eyes flutter close, only to be snapped open again as the Prophet stirs besides him. His pupils are iridescent in the dark as he shifts, from blue to purple, it's a pretty sight. Malzahar presses himself against Kassadin closer, breathing in their scent before exhaling small breaths. "Don't leave." He says, and Kassadin says nothing. "Let's shower together."

"No more sex."

"You jump to conclusions too fast." Malzahar mumbles, but Kassadin gets up anyway, and the seer follows suit into the bathroom. It's quite small, just the toilet, sink and shower all packed together tightly in the small room. He wonders if there's even any room for them both to fit. But he's dragged in, settled under the cold water of the shower head and Kassadin shivers while Malzahar smiles. It's a short moment of quiet, just the Void Walker running his fingers through the latter's hair, rinsing them with shampoo and condition. The action is reciprocated towards him, and Malzahar comments, "Your hair is so looong." His fingers tread through the man's thick locks of raven hair, some streaked with gray of his aging. "You don't like it?" "No... I like it. Just saying it's long." They get out. They dress up. They bade their farewells. They go their separate ways. Except for Kassadin, he's alone in his room now, just pondering on the night before. A small note catches the corner of his vision. It's obviously by Malzahar. "Will you go to the next party celebrating Warwick's update? :) " Kassadin snorts, he was never one for parties. This was the first he went to, but hell- wouldn't hurt him to go to the next one. Kassadin just hopes Malzahar wouldn't be rougher in bed next time.

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finished :V

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i luv u

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Malz is a ho. Kog is innocent bean.

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Malzadin

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Malzahar: "Buy the Doran's ring, Kassadin."

Kassadin: "Why? I use Corruption Potion."

Malzahar: "So we could match, you pleb."

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Ambivalence [Malzadin]

He says 'I love you.' But he's using his dagger to tear through your skin. He says 'I hate you.' But both of you wound up in bed together, making love. Some days, Malzahar is sweet. His hand cards through your locks of raven hair, while he presses small kisses to your cheek and jawline. Then that escalates to rough touching and his lips going further, you push him off while he only gives you an amused look. Some days, Malzahar is terrible. The cuts and lacerations made by his blade constantly itch your body in pain every night as your back presses against the mattress. He bites harshly, drawing blood and a cry from your lips. He only smiles and licks it away. Some days, Malzahar is frustrating to deal with. Both of you are at each other's necks in constant arguing and lashes. He wants you to join the Void with him and rule over Valoran, but you refuse angrily. You tell him to quit for the Void and settle down with you, but he refuses in the same manner. At the end of the day, both of you try to sleep as far away as you could from each other on the bed. But you pull him close towards your chest, and he cuddles into your warmth. And both of you forgive each other. For the time being. Some days, Malzahar is an ass. He greets you with this ridiculous get up, a short skirt that barely crosses over his knees, a fucking collar with a leash and cat ear clip ons to top it off. "Nya," He says, and you snort. His lips brush over yours, and you indulge in his touches to your chest and lower. You shiver in anticipation and the Prophet laughs tauntingly, "Come and fuck your slave senseless. Unless you don't have the energy to, old man." He gives a wiggle of his hips, and you can't control yourself in the moment. You two make love again. It's inevitable.

War is upon Valoran, with Malzahar leading the horde of Void borns. You two face off, but in the end, the Prophet is left dead with you barely hanging on to your life. "Kassadin." He says, and it comes a surprise to you, as when the battle started there was no mercy in his eyes. But resentment and hate. You could not pull him away from being corrupted, you could not save him. A hand cups your rough cheek, a thumb brushing past a tear. When did you start to cry? "Kassadin." Malzahar says again, this time a little bit firmly even when in his dire condition. "I'm sorry Kassadin. For everything I did to you. I'm sorry for making you love me... but-- I love you... I do." And the hand on your cheek falls away, limp. You did not get to exchange the words, "I love you." back. The Prophet is dead.

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I can’t believe I forgot to upload this...

Siren!Malzahar (Malzabirb) and Cervitaur!Kassadin (Kassadeer)

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love them so muh