#Sett x you

[opiumkitten]

A Special Delivery

It is Christmas Eve, and there's no better way than to bring in Christmas than with the Boss himself. Sett is one of my favorite characters and I'd just been complaining about not having a Santa Settrigh when the Winterblessed line refreshed, this amazing artist created this masterpiece (which i own no rights to, but this man is truly amazing) and he wasn't included. Whether it's due to lore that he remains a Chinese New Year Skin or not, I'd prefer to sit on his lap more than Gragas or Braum...

There isn't much Sett smut, and I aim to change that little by little.

Anyway. Enjoy this Modern Delivery Man AU with our favorite Honey Badger/Wolverine!

The Collection

Word Count: 2760

MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI

*Note: My works are written from the eyes of POC. There will be descriptions as such in my works. If that makes you uncomfortable, please replace the words in your head ok?) Also I'm thinking of maybe adding a part 2 where they explore further? I'll let you know.*

Warning: Smut, Oral: Sett Receiving, Ass Eating (Reader Receiving, Yeah. I went there.)(There's more surprises...but you'll just have to read and find out.)

*knock*knock*

Shuffling down the stairs, I hurriedly tied the robe around me as I tried to focus-

“Hi!”

“Hey, packages for Y/FN Y/LN?”

“Y-yes, that me..” Sighing through the-

“Ok, let me just pull up the signature page.” Silence filled the doorway…or…actually there was a…buzz..?

Drumming her fingers on the door seemed to drown it out, her chest leaning against the frame. Her eyes seemed a bit lazy-

“Settrigh, is it?” She was looking at his name tag, biting her lip as she took in just how big he was.

Not that she had any other choice, everyone was tiny in comparison to him.

The smell of hot cocoa wafted through, making him shiver. This was his last delivery of the night. It’d been freezing all day, what’d he do to have some.

“Yeah, um…?”

“Your nose is really red…” Peaking down at her, her robe fell from her shoulder, catching on the swell of her breast…a peak of her areola showing-

“And your face seems windswept…are you ok?”

“Just…really cold out today. This uh…a gift for your boyfriend?”

Chuckling, he handed her the device-

Her hands were shaky, her dominant hand clenching the E-pen to steady her grip.

“No…best friend…we spoil each other.” She stopped signing, closing her eyes as she breathed deep.

“You ok?”

“Ye..yes…”

“I’ll take these inside for you.”

“No, its ok I can-“

“-Ma’am, let me help. My ma would give me hell if she’d knew I let a pretty woman lift something like this on her own.”

The compliment had her biting her lip and scissoring her thighs together.

Which far exceeded what's he'd expected.

Though.. she already looked flustered-…?

The buzzing came back. Low and a bit closer as he got his hands around the box-

Pulling open the door she pressed behind it as she pulled the robe down while shivering.

The chocolate smell was much stronger, making him hum as he came in.

“Where do you want me?” Y/n's eyes became hooded, but she hid her reaction as she pointed to the elegantly decorated tree. Sett did as told-

“Ah!”

The clatter of the pen hitting the ground brought his head around.

And he finally found out what the buzzing was.

A light…in the center of her ass as she bent over illuminated the robe…and droplets of arousal peaked from under the lapel. So…this is why she was so shaky, hm?

“You a holiday kinda girl?”

“…sort of…” Getting to her knees, the cheeky reply was an understatement as the red and green tinkled proudly, her round ass on display as she reached under the shoe rack.

“It looks great in here. This was my last one for the day, was thinking about getting a hot chocolate on the way home, and you definitely convinced me now.” She chuckled anxiously, collecting the pen as she stood slowly while he walked pass.

Collecting the second box, she bit her lip as he set it down, flicking the ornament-

A sharp breath brought his head around, her nervous smile as she tried slowing down her breathing.

“Thank you, Settrigh.”

“Sett is fine. I’ll be on this route permanently now, so you'll see me more often, Ms. Y/N.”

“You didn't have to bring these in. As thank you and a welcome…can I interest you in a cup of hot chocolate?”

Sett raised an eyebrow, he was sure of what he saw.

Could she really hold her bluff-

Panting, she leaned against the sofa.

“You sure? You don’t seem to be feeling well…”

“I-I’m ok…just need to do something before i-“

Cum?

Sett didn’t finish the sentence however, watching her claw at the arm.

“-Make it.”

“…Then let me go lock up the truck.”

“You can wait in here. I’ll be back down.”

He didn’t raise suspicion about it, going a bit slower to lock up everything before closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes. As he settled onto the couch, the coziness of the place sunk into his bones, knocking off the chill-

A muffled airy moan peaked through the quiet drone of the house before silence was heard again.

Sett couldn’t help but laugh, taking out his phone as he clocked in his hour break before ending the day.

When she finally came back down, she seemed a bit better, leaning against the threshold to the kitchen as she crossed her arms.

He looked so good, draped across her couch like that.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, thank you again for this.”

“Of course, how do you want it?” Sett took a moment, watching her hips sway as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Creamy. With milk. If you don’t mind.”

Hearing her rummage through, he waited before-

Peaking around the corner she held up vanilla almond milk.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I prefer that one. It’s what I use anyway."

Smiling, she went back in.

“In that case, do you like peppermint?”

“You reading my mind or something?”

“Califia has a peppermint mocha almond creamer. I'll need you to show me how much you want, though.”

He watched her set things up, turning on the stove before his footfalls met her ears, bringing her glance towards him as she reached for the cabinet-

“Can you pick your mug? They’re in there.”

Grabbing a large mug with cat ears, she put in the powder before making a divot.

“I usually do half milk, half creamer…”

Watching her pour in the half cup, she looked to him as she picked up the creamer.

“Show me?”

Grabbing her hands, he got in close. The crisp outdoorsy scent filled her nose, the slight smell of his pheromones a pleasant aroma she welcomed.

Y/n didn’t pull away as he poured in the liquid, and then a bit extra-

Her robe slipped from her shoulder, revealing her caramel skin.

The smell of jasmine danced through the blooming chocolate aroma.

“That should do it.” A faint hum answered him, her weight shifting back as he rested his chin on her head. In the quiet droning, their heartbeats drummed loudly before she picked up a spoon.

The soft scrape and tacking only made him realize just how close he was. His hand had found purchase on her hip, the other on the counter as he thumbed over her belt.

His first day on his new route, and he was getting cozy with one of the residents.

But what could he do?

She was so cute.

And she wanted him too.

He could tell by the fact that she’d pressed into him more, the round of her ass plush against him-

Taking the measuring cup, she put a bit of the warm milk in the powder before stirring, making sure it dissolved without making air pockets before repeating the process-

Her vigorous stirring brought Sett’s attention south, her ass jiggling as the robe slowly shifted.

By the time she finished, the beautiful umber of her nipple was teasing him again.

“There." Sett leaned into her neck, breathing deep as he tried to calm himself. Only, his senses were intoxicated by her lovely scent, making him crank down on her waist.

“Smells good. Thank you.” She didn’t move till he did, turning around as she rested against the counter. Watching as he took a sip, warmth greeted her as he smiled.

“It’s so smooth.”

“When you slowly add the milk and stir it quickly, it ends up like that. It’s the only way I make it.”

“You spoil all your delivery drivers like this?”

“You hug all you residents like this?”

Sett laughed as she made her way to the living room, fixing her rob as she smirked over her shoulder. Following after her, he to res in his previous position as she put down a coaster, placing the cup on top as she tucked her knees under.

“No, actually. You’re the first one I’ve ever taken up on being invited in.”

“Hm? That wasn’t what I asked you though.” Stretching her leg, Sett allowed Y/n into his lap, rubbing her calf as she leaned on her hand.

“I asked if you’d ‘hugged’ anyone else…” Smirking, he took his time sipping from the mug.

“If the answer is no, will you let me hug you?”

“I find it hard a guy like you hasn’t.”

“Why? Think that just cause I’m handsome I take every invitation for a bit of warmth?”

“You telling me I’m the first one you just couldn’t turn down?”

Taking another drink, he hummed as the chocolate settled just right.

“You got a lot of questions for someone who answered the door with a buttplug inside them." Sett caught Y/n’s leg before she could pull away.

“Let alone have a full conversation while it’s going…and even inviting me in while you finish. It’s not as quiet as you think.”

Pressing into her calf, he pulled her a bit closer, getting a good look at the flustered look on her face.

“Plus, with the lightshow it was giving off? I’d say you were planning this-“

“-I wasn’t…but you’d caught me at a bad time…and I didn’t want to wrestle with it and risk missing you.” She didn't meet his gaze as she chewed on her lip, his hand flitting higher as he gripped her knee.

“Getting redelivers around this time of year is a hassle.”

“So, do you spoil all your delivery drivers like this?” Rubbing at her thigh, he felt her jolt-

Her eyes finally met his, glazed over with curiosity and desire.

“No…but it’s the holidays, right? If a gift like you shows up, why wouldn’t I want to unwrap it?”

Thoughts of her climbing into his lap as she undid his shirt flitted through his mind. She’d be so tiny, her hands trying to work him inside as she straddled him.

She’d probably feel like heaven, warm, wet and so fucking tight around him-

“As good as that sounds, I’ve been working all day and-“

“-I know we just met…but you don’t…I like your scent. So let me decide if I want this or not.”

Of course…she did want it.

But he didn’t think she’d want this.

Growling out a sigh, his head fell back as a loud slurp rang through his ears. Her tongue wrapped around him as she suckled harder-

The groan he was holding in was forced up his throat as the plush underside of her tongue slowly massaged his head. Her robe was just didn't want to do it's job today, her full breasts peaking at him as those pretty eyes met his.

The wet chirapsia of her grip slowly eased the stress of his day up his shaft as she moaned over his length. One of her hands disappeared-

The dull drumbeat was heard again before her moans became awry, her hand slowly matching the rhythm of her mouth.

“Y/N…you didn’t…oh fuck…” As she swallowed around him, he sucked in a breath-

Her moaning pitched higher, her thrusts going deeper.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum-!” Gripping her hair hard, he tried pulling her off- her throat was so warm and tight as she drank him down, her tongue still snaked around him.

His husky whimper only egged her on, her eyes pleading as she pushed on his hand in her hair…

Begging him to push harder.

Sett tried to be gentle, but the pressure was not helping as she went faster, he went deeper, rougher till his hips started-

“Y/N-! Fuck!”

Her erratic moans were cut off as he thrusted hard into her throat, every inch of him being devoured by her plush lips.

Y/N milked every drop and moan from him as she swallowed around his length, her hand wringing him dry before lightly squeezing his heavy sac-

Slowly easing off, she suckled hard at his head, her shallow thrusts making his tense body tremble as his broad chest struggled to breathe.

“Y/N-! I already-!” The loud pop of release made him moan loud, kitten licks catching on his sensitive spots before she laid on his thigh, marveling at his manhood as she held it.

“Finished already? For someone so big I expected you to take a bit longer to cum. But you’re so sensitive, Settrigh.”

“Just had a long day at work…is all.” A happy little coo met her-…but Sett wasn’t going soft.

At all.

“Are you satisfied…?” Sett finally caught her gaze as she slowly became flustered again.

“Oh? You scared now?”

“No…” The lie made him smirk as Y/N pried her paws off of him, the thick slap on his abs only making her more anxious.

His phone went off, signaling his 15 minute warning as he silenced it.

“Don’t worry. I don’t have enough time to get you used to it. So do me a favor and get up here.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply as he pulled her up, kissing her before resting her on the arm of the couch as he pushed her ass in the air.

“I’m sorry I have to rush, Doll, but I got about 15 minutes to make you cum. So be good and don’t hold back, ok?”

He was raised to be a gentleman, and he never left a woman unsatisfied.

Ever.

So undoing the robe quickly,  he lifted the lapel as he kissed her thighs, licking over her spilled arousal as he hummed.

“You taste so good. Fuck…” Kissing her clit, he sucked hard at the nub, making her jolt as she grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“I’d love to eat you out. But I just had that cocoa. And my hands are dirty. So I’ll be eating this instead…”

Pressing the plug in further, he pulled at it slowly, her taught hole unwavering as she bit down to keep it inside.

“Your ass is so fucking needy. Come on pretty girl. Let it go so I can put my tongue inside-“ The pop as she finally released it made her moan hard, Sett marveling at the length and girth-

“Y/N, I’m so fucking happy you answered the door with this in.” Truly, he never enjoyed work as much as he did today. He took a moment to take in the pretty hues of her asshole, the beautiful contrast of the pink and sepia as he massaged her soft ass made him hum with excitement.

Diving in deeper, he hugged her thighs closer as he pulled her up into him, making Y/N pull him in by his hair as she tried to steady herself.

His tongue was thick and long as he dove into her, the wet muscle undulating inside before he pulled out and spread her wider.

This was definitely moving up on the list of best Christmas' too.

Her hips moved on their own, Sett following as he allowed her to use his face anyway she saw fit. Her ass bounced and cut off his air, his hot pants tickling her flower-

Smacking her ass with both hands, he gripped her open before tongue fucking her hard and fast, making her still as she clawed at the couch.

Thanks to the toy, she was already close. And Sett being so good and hungry for her she was-

“Gonna-please-!” Just as quickly as the words left her, she tightened down on his tongue as she came. Keeping his tongue deep, he rode her through till she couldn't take it anymore-

He didn’t stop, rubbing his face in her warm slick. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t waste his reward.

Especially when she tasted so fucking good.

Y/N allowed him to lick up every drop, even as her sensitive spots fluttered for reprieve and the tingle of the mint started tickling her till his kissed over his handprints, the reddening marks still stinging as he worshipped her.

“And you say I come quick?” He watched as her pretty holes winked happily at him.

He wanted to fill them so fucking badly.

“You…had a head start…” Ragged breaths left her as she tried to steady herself.

“Hmmm…how about next time we see who can do it faster?”

The alarm blared loudly, making him tisk as his fun ended. He had to return the truck before ending the day, and that meant he had to get in gear.

“Next time?”

“I don’t have work on the weekends. I’ll drop off more than head then. Deal?” Y/N smiled at he kissed her asshole, making her bite her lip as she looked back at him.

“Only if it comes with this special delivery.”

“For you? This is just the basics. I got something that'll keep on giving for naughty girls like you.”

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[specialgrades]

thinking about . . .

men who have no concept of how big they are. men who walk around with a third leg and have no idea what that entails. men who cock their heads like curious puppies when you tell them it won't fit. men who are using every ounce of strength not to instantly start moving once they manage getting the tip in. men who pause for a minute when they notice the bulge their cock leaves in your stomach, placing his hand over it and shuddering when he feels himself move inside of you. men who pout when his cum slips out so easily by how stretched out he left you, using his fingers to push it back in.

FINDLAY DOCHERTY (HAZARD), jayce talis, arataki itto, sett, choso kamo

[milkcioccolato]

Oh no, another stupid ship that’s going to consume my life😭😭😭

[ioniansunsets]

I'm totally understand you about college! Mine is slowly killing me sometimes. Know it's hard, but remember to take a break if you really need one. <3

Oh and if you still talking requests... can I get one with Sett or Kayn, where s/o is jealous about rumoms that they're with Ahri/Akali?

Thank you :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn and Heartsteel!Sett With a Jealous Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: Sett 486 Words | Kayn 511 Words

✖ Tags: Established R/S | Hidden RS

✖ A/N: It has been so long I am so sorry omg guess who is FINALLY back to writing now that colleg is done I guess. Oops. Oops. Oops. (But yes I wrote this with a, can’t announce they’re dating yet due to circumstance, in mind)

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SETT

Sett is understanding beyond anything and a gentleman to boot. He would notice before you even say anything about it. Sett can tell from the slightest change in your behavior that something was bothering you and ask you about it.

—

“ Come on babe what’s wrong, don’t like ya lookin’ all sad like that.”

A gentle grip as he pulls you up from the couch onto his lap. Face nuzzling your neck as he tries to get you to talk. Puppy dog eyes from your lover was all it took to get you to sigh as you spoke about your small…ok maybe, your average sized problems. His face breaking out into a comforting smile as you spoke, adjusting himself so that you could lie into his chest instead as you spoke.

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Telling him the way fans keep shipping him with Ahri just because the two of them were stunning Vastayans in media would just make him give you a hearty laugh. Arms around you he’d shower you in kisses, telling you not to bother about fans like that.

Of course it doesn’t end at just telling you it’s ok. Sett would do his best to show that you are the only one for him too. When there are interviews or shows within their shared music label Sett would consciously stay a respectable distance from Ahri. (Of course explaining to her his want to stamp down the rumors of which she readily agrees to)

Sett is a gentleman so of course he is nice to the girls still, but all the sweet things extend to you too. Plus, beyond that he gives you special treatment when you two are outside together. Letting you know if he has shoots with her so you can drop by to feel the comfort of knowing there’s nothing to be worried about. Wearing things with your initials, wearing your colors or matching accessories with you whenever he can so that so that it is clear to others that he is taken and is in love with someone else.

He comforts you of course, gently making sure you understand that as a public figure he can’t do much about the things people say and do about him online, but at the least, he can post some subtle couple pictures with you online, telling fans (untargetedly) that he isn’t comfortable with being shipped with other idols.

And later on your relationship, when the situation arises and management approves of announcing his relationship with you, it is you he has in his arms. Hand outstretched to help you out of the limo at a red carpet event. Bright smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes as you dress to the nines with him looking both amazing, proudly showing you off to the paparazzi to settle things once and for all. He was taken and he was yours.

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KAYN

Kayn would notice when he comes back from a dinner function with K/DA to see you looking really pouty at him from the bed. Alright, something was wrong here, the real question is, was it his fault?

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“ Hey babe um…did I…did I do something wrong? It’s not cos I came home so late right?”

Throwing off his branded jacket to the side, kicking off his shoes, Kayn would slowly make his way over to the bedside, sitting by you as he looks at you concerned. Hand reaching out to comb through your hair to try and console you. The soft feeling of his nails gently scratching your scalp to coax you into confiding in him helped of course. A soft sigh leaving you as you showed him all the posts in the KaynKali tags online. You knew he loved you and they were just childhood friends but still it was tough to see fans ship them together.

—

He laughs first, loudly. Thinking so obviously that you were joking to be jealous of Akali of a people. He only suddenly stops as he sees you hurt and glaring at him frustrated.

Apologizing furiously as he pulls you in for a tight hug. Telling you about how he has no intentions like that with her and she definitely doesn’t look at him that way either. As far as he is concerned they are both furthest from each other’s type, she’s a sister to him and that you have nothing to worry about. Whatever ‘chemistry’ fans see were just their irritated banter between close friends, nothing more!

A smug smile on his face as he peppers yours in kisses, jokingly asking you if you wanted him to post all his couple photos of you guys to social media right now. Sure it would start drama and management would kill him but he loves you and mischief isn’t something he shys away from. The only reason he hasn’t was because he treasures his privacy with you afterall.

With you in his arms he whips out his phone for you to see, sending Akali a text to ask about what she felt about all this only to have her reply with a photo of her flipping him off and blocking him. “ See? Nothing to worry about baby. My love only belongs to you.”

But of course, it doesn’t just end there. He doesn’t hard announce your relationship or anything but whenever you two go out together he happily holds your hand or has an arm around your waist. He doesn’t hide you and proudly shows you off but never making it official until management lets him.

When the time comes and he gets to show you off he does it as showy as he could. Calling you out on stage mid solo performance to lift you up with one arm, lips passionately pressing against yours as a smug smile graces his lips. Announcing proudly to all his fans that you were his and his only.

[mofongomuncher]

𝙄𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko, Reader, Sett (from lol) ¡

The world of Zaun had always been fast-paced, chaotic, and sometimes suffocating. The constant noise was all too much, even for someone like Ekko at times. You had seen the weariness in his eyes, and when you suggested leaving Zaun for a few weeks to visit your homeland in Ionia, It took more convincing than you expected. But after so much pleading and your promise to give him a real break, he finally gave in and agreed.

"I still don't get why you think I need a break.." Ekko muttered as the boat pulled away from Piltover's hustling dock. His familiar green jacket fluttered in the wind, his fingers resting casually on the side of the ship, but his eyes never left the horizon.

"I've seen how overworked you've been recently Ekko..." you said softly, brushing a lock of your long, whitish-purple hair—tipped with red—behind your ear. "Trust me. Ionia's nothing like Zaun. It's super calm...Maybe it'll help you clear that head of yours."

Ekko's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened for a moment as they met yours. His lips curved into the smallest of smiles. "If you say so..."

The boat ride was quiet, the only sounds being the rhythmic splash of water against the hull and the occasional whistle of the wind. You glanced at Ekko as he leaned against the railing, clearly lost in thought.

The longer you stayed near the white-haired boy, the more you realized how much you wanted this to work—not just the trip, but the bond you were slowly building.

As the boat drew closer to the shores of Ionia, the lush, vibrant landscape of the land greeted you. Tall trees, vibrant flowers, and the calming sound of distant streams filled the air. The tension in your chest, which had been building ever since you left Zaun, began to ease.

You felt Ekko's presence shift beside you. "Oh wow, this place..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the peaceful surroundings. His usual guarded expression was gone, replaced by a faint sense of awe. "This really is nothing like...Zaun."

"I told you." you said softly, your voice almost a whisper as you took in the familiar scent of the air.

As you approached the dock, a large figure stood at the edge of the water, watching the boat slowly approach. You could already see him standing there...your brother.

Sett.

Sett was hard to miss. His towering figure and strong build made him stand out everywhere he went, even in a land known for its strong warriors.

He had short maroon hair that only reached up to his eyes, and his piercing yellow eyes always seemed to hold a trace of anger, pride, and a whole lot of protectiveness. And of course, his wolf ears twitched every time they caught a sound, almost like they were always on alert.

"Little sis!" Sett called out as soon as he saw you, his voice booming. You quickly jumped off the boat, running toward him as he opened his arms to catch you in an embrace. His large arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you off the ground with ease.

"You had me and momma worried kid."

You laughed, feeling safe and protected in his grasp. "I missed you so much, it's so good to be back home.." you said, your voice muffled against his chest.

Ekko stood back for a moment, watching the two of you with mild curiosity. Sett's eyes shifted toward him, immediately sizing him up. His gaze wasn't warm or welcoming, but instead, it was cold and calculating. He didn't need to speak to express his doubts—Ekko could feel it in the air.

Sett wasn't thrilled about you bringing someone from Zaun into his world at all.

"Ekkooo, this is my brother, Sett.." you said, gesturing to the large figure. "Sett, this is Ekko. He's....a friend of mine."

Sett's yellow eyes locked onto Ekko, his gaze sharp and stubborn, like a predator sizing up a threat. His ears twitched slightly, a telltale sign of his wariness. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Huh..." he muttered, his tone dry. "Just make sure you're not stirring up trouble around here, yeah?"

Ekko didn't flinch under Sett's piercing stare. Instead, he gave a lopsided grin, casual but measured, like he was testing the waters. "Nah, I'm just here to chill..." he replied, his voice easy. "Nothing more."

Sett's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes flicking to you with a faint frown. "...please keep all eyes open, little sis." he said, his tone gruff.

You could feel the weight of his words, the protectiveness he couldn't help but show. It was always there, just beneath the surface, even if he didn't say it outright. Sett was skeptical—of Ekko, of his intentions—but he wasn't going to voice it directly. Not yet.

"I'm fine, Sett..." you said softly, offering him a small smile. "Ekko's... different, okay? I trust him."

Sett's ears twitched again, and he let out a low grunt, his expression unreadable. He studied you for a moment, then looked back at Ekko with a subtle, challenging tilt of his head. "Different, huh?" he said, his voice quiet but still carrying its usual edge. After a beat, he gave a slow nod. "...We'll see."

During the first few days, you and Ekko spent most of your time exploring the quiet, scenic parts of Ionia. The calm here was unlike anything Ekko had experienced.

You took him to hidden streams nestled between towering trees. The water was so clear that you could see the smooth stones lining the bottom, with small fish darting between the rocks. You knelt by the bank, watching the sunlight filter through the branches, casting delicate patterns on the water. Ekko, sitting beside you, couldn't seem to take his eyes off the gentle flow of the stream.

"This place is..." He trailed off, his fingers skimming the surface of the water. He smiled, looking like he couldn't quite believe something this beautiful existed. "I didn't know places like this were real. It's like everything in Zaun is... so harsh. You forget that there's beauty all around the world."

You turned to him, your heart a little heavier with the realization of how much he must've missed.

Ekko glanced at you, his eyes softening for a moment. "I'm glad I'm here to see it all." he said, a smile tugging at his lips.

After a few moments, you stood up and offered him your hand. "Come on, let's see what else we can find. There's this little meadow nearby I want to show you!"

When you reached the meadow, you pulled flowers from the grass and started weaving them together into a crown. "This was something I used to do with my momma as a child." you explained.

Ekko raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A flower crown, huh? I can't say I've ever tried it."

You laughed softly. "It's not hard. Here, let me show you." You handed him a few flowers and started guiding his hands through the motions. At first, he was clumsy, the flowers slipping through his fingers as he tried to figure out the process. After a few attempts, he looked at the mess in his hands and gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, I thought this would be easier..." he admitted, his brow furrowed in mock frustration. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for delicate stuff like this."

You couldn't hold back your laughter. "Don't worry, I'll fix it for you." You gently took the flowers from his hands and began working the crown, weaving the flowers together more skillfully. "There! now you're ready for a royal coronation."

He looked at the finished product, then at the crown still in his hands. "Guess I need some lessons from you, hm? You've got some serious skills" he said, his grin playful.

You giggled, reaching up to adjust the flowers on his head. "There you go. A perfect crown for a perfect king."

Ekko smirked and adjusted the crown, his fingers brushing over the petals. "Wow, not bad." he said, his tone softening as he looked at you. "I'll admit, it looks good on me."

You shook your head with a smile tugging your lips, rolling your eyes. Ekko shot back, his grin growing. The moment felt lighter, his usual intensity replaced by an easy warmth.

That evening, after a day full of exploring, you and Ekko sat on a hillside to watch the sunset. You both leaned back on the grass, content to be in the quiet company of each other.

"So, what do you think?" you asked, turning toward Ekko as you rested on your elbow. The sun was sinking lower, casting long shadows over the fields.

"It's... different." he said, his voice almost wistful. "I don't think I've ever felt so..." He trailed off, struggling for the right words. "So... relaxed, I guess."

You smiled softly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I'm glad you're not all stressed anymore..."

Ekko's eyes met yours, and there was something in them that made your heart flutter. "Yeah.." he said quietly, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than before. "

You both fell into silence again, watching the sun set in peace. But the quiet wasn't uncomfortable. There was something comfortable about being with him in this moment—no pressure, no rushing.

"I could stay here forever..." he muttered, the words almost lost in the soft wind.

"Maybe you can.." you replied, though the weight of it sat heavily between you. You both knew the reality. He couldn't stay here forever—not like this. Not with everything waiting for him back in Zaun.

But you didn't want to think about that now. Not when you were in this perfect, fleeting moment.

Ekko shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you more directly. "Maybe..." he said, voice softer. "Maybe one day."

You smiled, but the ache in your chest didn't fade.

"I hope so."

You stayed there for a while longer, letting the silence surround you both. The sun finally dipped below the horizon, and the sky darkened, but neither of you moved. You just lay there, together, knowing that this was one of those rare moments that you wished would last forever.

A few days later, Sett decided to take you and Ekko to one of his favorite pastimes—the fight pits. You knew the moment Sett suggested it that he was simply testing Ekko, pushing him to see how he'd handle Ionia's raw, unfiltered side.

You had been to the pits many times before, watching the intense, brutal battles between fighters from all over Ionia, but you knew this would be a whole new experience for Ekko.

The three of you made your way through the winding streets of your village, the air humming with excitement as you got closer to the pits. Sett walked confidently ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like a blade. People moved out of his way without a second glance—he was well-known here, his reputation as a fierce fighter and leader of the place cemented in the minds of the locals.

Ekko walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as his sharp eyes darted around, taking everything in.

Yes, he had grown up in Zaun's chaos, where every corner hid a potential threat, but this kind of energy was a whole lot different. The sounds of clashing fists, roaring crowds, and the unmistakable buzz of anticipation filled the air, and you could see the curiosity and intrigue flicker across his face.

"This is... loud." Ekko muttered, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced over at you. "Not exactly the peaceful Ionia you were talking about, huh?"

You laughed softly, nudging him playfully with your elbow. "Ionia's got its layers. Besides, this is more of Sett's thing than mine."

Sett glanced back at the two of you, his ears twitching slightly as he overheard. "Don't knock it till you've tried it.." he called over his shoulder. "This is where the real action is...None of that soft meditation stuff."

Ekko snorted, clearly amused, but didn't comment. You could see he was still trying to process the environment—the massive pit in the center of the arena, the bloodstained dirt floor, and the towering wooden stands packed with spectators shouting at the top of their lungs.

This wasn't the polished fighting of Zaun's underground brawls.

This was so much more untamed.

As the three of you entered the pit, the energy in the air seemed to amplify. Sett led the way, weaving effortlessly through the crowd as people greeted him with nods and cheers. You could feel the eyes of the crowd shift toward you and Ekko, curiosity and recognition sparking as they noticed you were with Sett.

Ekko, ever confident, didn't seem fazed by the attention, though you noticed his posture straighten slightly, his expression cool and composed.

Sett stopped near the front of the stands, where the view of the arena was perfect. You tried to find a spot where you could see comfortably, but the platform was packed, and even standing on your toes, you could barely see over the heads of the taller spectators.

"Ekkoo, I can't see.." you murmured, glancing up at him with a small pout.

Ekko raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from you to the crowd before a mischievous grin spread across his face. Without a word, he crouched down slightly, his hands brushing your sides. "Alright, hold on..." he said, his tone teasing but gentle.

Before you could protest, he lifted you onto his shoulders effortlessly, your hands instinctively gripping his head for balance. You let out a surprised laugh as you adjusted to your new vantage point, your feet dangling over his chest.

"There we go.." Ekko said, his grin widening as he steadied you. "Now you've got the best seat in the house."

You couldn't help but laugh again, the sound of your voice drawing the attention of Sett, who stood a few feet away. His sharp yellow eyes flicked between the two of you, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

"You sure you're up for this, Ekko?" Sett called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd. "Carrying her around and everything? You gonna fight her battles too?"

Ekko didn't miss a beat, smirking as he shot back, "I'll fight anything that comes my way, Sett. You included, if you're looking for a challenge."

We all knew good and well Ekko could never win against him.

Sett let out a booming laugh, clearly amused by the boldness of Ekko's response. "Careful what you wish for, kid."

The banter between the two brought a smile to your face, though you could sense the underlying tension in Sett's words. He was still testing Ekko, still sizing him up, but there was a flicker of respect in his tone—a sign that, maybe—just maybe, Ekko was starting to prove himself.

As the fight in the arena began, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the action. The fighters moved with a grace and ferocity, their strikes precise and powerful. You cheered loudly for your favorite contender, your voice blending with the roar of the crowd, and Ekko's steady hands kept you balanced the entire time.

"Not bad, huh?" Ekko said, glancing up at you with a grin as the fight reached its climax. His voice was light, but there was a warmth in his tone that made your heart flutter.

You smiled down at him, leaning forward slightly so your face was closer to his. "Not bad at all.." you said softly, your words carrying more meaning than just the fight.

Ekko's gaze flickered up to meet yours, his grin softening into something more genuine. For a moment, the chaos of the crowd and the roaring cheers from the pit below faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

"This whole place is growing on me.." he said, his voice quieter now, meant only for you.

"But maybe it's just the company I have sitting on-top of me."

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you glanced away briefly, trying to hide the smile threatening to take over your face. Ekko always had a way of cutting through your walls with just a few words.

Before you could respond, Sett's voice cut through the moment like a blade. "Oi, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "If you're done making eyes at each other, the next fight's starting."

You sat up straight on Ekko's shoulders, glancing over at Sett, who was leaning casually against a wooden post with his arms crossed. His yellow eyes gleamed with amusement, but you could tell he was keeping a close watch on Ekko, as always.

Ekko chuckled, completely unfazed by Sett's interruption. "Guess that's our cue, hm?" he said, shifting his stance slightly to make sure you were comfortable. "You ready for round two?"

You nodded, your excitement bubbling back up as the next fighters entered the pit. The energy of the crowd surged again, and you couldn't help but get swept up in it, cheering and clapping as the match began. Ekko's hands stayed firmly on your legs, steadying you as you leaned forward to get a better view.

The fight was intense. You found yourself yelling encouragements, your voice blending with the crowd's, and every so often, Ekko would chime in with his own quip or cheer.

At one point, you leaned down again to speak to him over the noise. "What do you think so far? Still loud, or are you into it now?"

Ekko tilted his head back slightly to look up at you, his grin as sharp as ever. "It's growing on me. Might just challenge Sett one day.." he teased.

You laughed, glancing over at your brother, who had clearly overheard with those big ears. Sett raised an eyebrow, a half-smirk playing on his lips.

"You'd better train hard, Zaunite. I don't hold back for anyone."

Ekko met Sett's gaze, his smirk unwavering. "Good...I wouldn't want you to."

Sett huffed a laugh, shaking his head, but you caught the flicker of approval in his expression. He wouldn't admit it, but Ekko's confidence—and his clear determination to prove himself—was starting to win him over.

As the fight came to an end, the crowd erupted into cheers, and you clapped enthusiastically, still perched on Ekko's shoulders. You leaned down once more, your voice soft as the noise began to die down. "Thanks for this Ekko...For coming here, for... everything in general."

He glanced up at you, his expression softening again. "You don't have to thank me Y/N." he said simply, his tone carrying a weight that made your chest tighten.

Sett, who had been watching the exchange from a few feet away, sighed dramatically. "Alright, that's enough of the mushy stuff for one day. Let's get going before you two give me cavities."

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you slid down from Ekko's shoulders, your feet hitting the ground lightly. Ekko steadied you with a hand on your arm, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary before he let go. The brief contact left a warmth that you tried so hard to ignore, but it was becoming harder to.

The three of you made your way to a small eatery, the scent of grilled fish and fresh herbs wafting through the air as you entered. Sett led the way, claiming a table in the corner, while Ekko followed you with a slight smile on his face. His usual easygoing demeanor was more calmed down now, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head.

After a satisfying meal, the three of you walked back to the village. The quiet of the evening settled around you, with only the distant sound of the rustling of leaves breaking the silence. The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the landscape.

Sett, as always, kept an eye on both of you, but his usual gruffness was softer now, a clear sign that the tension between him and Ekko was finally at ease.

but you could sense that Ekko had something on his mind.

You walked alongside him, your steps in sync as the cool night air brushed against your skin. You didn't speak right away, content to simply enjoy the quiet company. But as the village came into view, Ekko's voice broke the silence.

"You know..." he began, his tone hesitant, "...I've been thinking a lot about... well, everything."

You glanced over at him, your curiosity piqued. "Hm? About what?"

Ekko hesitated for a moment, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looked up at the sky, as if gathering his thoughts. "We'll....about us. About how much things have changed since we first met in Zaun. I didn't expect any of this, especially not the way I feel about you."

Your heart skipped a beat. It was all starting to make sense now—the way he'd been looking at you, the lingering touches, the quiet moments between you. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you, but you said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

"I didn't think I'd let someone in like this, ever.." Ekko continued, his voice low. "But with you, it's so...so different. You make me feel like I can be... better. Like I'm not just some kid from Zaun trying to survive. You make me want to be more than that."

You stopped walking, your breath caught in your throat as the full weight of his words settled over you. Ekko turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

And then, without another word, he took a step closer. His hand gently cupped your face, and you could feel the heat of his palm against your skin. The world seemed to disappear around you, leaving only the two of you standing there under the moonlight.

Before you could say anything, Ekko leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that was tender yet full of the unspoken emotions that had been building between you. You froze for a moment, but then you melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest as you kissed him back.

When he pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, the air between you charged with something new and undeniable. Ekko's eyes were soft, his gaze lingering on your face with an almost reverent quality.

"Y/N..." he said, his voice quiet but filled with emotion.

You blinked, still caught in the whirlwind of everything that had just happened. But then you realized something—your ears had flopped forward in surprise during the kiss, and you could feel them twitching now in embarrassment.

Ekko noticed too, his gaze dropping to your ears with a smile tugging at his lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you so... expressive," he teased, reaching out to gently touch one of your ears, his fingers brushing against the soft fur.

You couldn't help but laugh, your cheeks flushing at his attention. "Stop it," you muttered, trying to hide your ears by tucking them back a little. But it only made Ekko chuckle more, his fingers still lightly tracing the tips of your ears.

"Hey, it's cute." he said, his voice playful. "I think it makes this moment even better.."

You shook your head, trying to regain some sense of composure, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

Ekko had a way of making you feel at ease, even in the most embarrassing moments. And in that moment, with him standing there, smiling down at you, everything felt like it had fallen into place.

"Okay, okay," you said, trying to act exasperated, but your heart was soaring. "But next time, just pretend my ears aren't there.."

Ekko grinned, his eyes full of mischief. "Ehhh, I can't really promise you that" he said, his voice softening again.

The days spent together were a whirlwind, each one more precious than the last. You laughed together, held each other close, built memories that felt like they could last forever. You had never expected this to ever happen, to be with someone who wasn't from your land, but here you were, falling for Ekko in a way you had never anticipated.

The night you shared together for the first time felt like everything you'd been waiting for. It was so intimate, beautiful. Ekko didn't care that you were Vastaya. He loved every single part of you—your soft skin, your white-purple hair with faint red tips, the flicker of your little ears when you were overwhelmed with emotion. You were perfect to him, and that was all that mattered.

But now, the cruel weight of reality had caught up with you.

Ekko had to leave. He had to go back to Zaun, to take care of the Firelights, to protect his people. You knew this would happen, knew that this moment was inevitable the moment you asked him to come with you to Ionia, but that didn't make the pain any easier to bear.

The thought of him leaving, after everything you had shared, felt like a wound that you didn't even know how to heal.

"I have to go, darling..." Ekko's voice was soft but determined, as he stood by the window—the sunlight streaming through, casting long shadows in the room. "Zaun, the Firelights—they need me. I—I can't just walk away from them."

You could feel the tears beginning to rise, but you swallowed them down. You had known this was coming, you had prepared yourself. You had told yourself that you would be strong, that you would handle it.

But hearing it now, seeing him standing there, ready to leave, it felt like everything was falling apart.

"I know..." you whispered, voice thick with emotion. You bit your lip, trying to hold it together, but the tears slipped out anyway.

Ekko's eyes softened, and he moved closer to you. His hands cupped your face gently, wiping away the tears that streaked down your cheeks. "Y/N..." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "You know I can't stay. I have to take care of my people. You know I can't abandon them."

Your chest felt tight, suffocating under the weight of the truth. You knew what he had to do, you understood. But that didn't stop the aching, raw pain that was spreading through you. "I don't want to be left behind..." you whispered. "I don't want to be alone. Not after everything we've shared. Not after... after you showed me what it feels like to be loved."

Ekko's heart tightened at the words, and he pulled you into him, burying his face in your hair. "I'm not abandoning you darling.." he murmured, voice thick with emotion. "I will come back...I promise."

You couldn't stop the sobs that racked your body, tears falling freely now as you clung to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "I—I don't want to wait for you Ekko....I don't want to live with this empty feeling inside me. I don't know what I'll do without you."

Ekko held you close, his hands rubbing your back, as if trying to erase the hurt. He kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. "I will come back.." he promised, his voice almost desperate. "I swear to you, I'll come back. Please, just wait for me, okay?"

You shook your head, the words caught in your throat. "Ekko...please... please don't leave me."

As your cries became louder, Ekko noticed something—your little ears flickering with the intensity of your emotion, the way they twitched, each movement betraying your pain. His thumb brushed against them, tenderly, as if he could somehow ease your heartache with just the touch. His gaze softened even more.

"Im so sorry darling.." he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never wanted you to feel like this...I just...I just need you to trust me, Y/N. Please."

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, at the brokenness in his eyes. His usual confident, easy smile was gone, replaced with an expression that mirrored your own grief. You could feel the weight of the moment press down on you both. The finality of it all was suffocating. His presence, the warmth of him, was slipping away—and you couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the hurt that washed over you in relentless waves. The tears that had started to well up only grew.

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin, his hands finding their way to your hair, threading through it with a tenderness that felt like a lifeline. His touch was the only thing grounding you to the moment, the only thing keeping you from floating away entirely in the sea of your emotions.

"You mean so much to me Y/N.." Ekko murmured, his voice low, barely a whisper against the storm that was swirling between you. His hands lingered in your hair, gently caressing you, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of you.

"But I can't stay...Not yet."

His words broke something inside of you, shattered the fragile hope you had been holding onto.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling his presence flood through you. You nodded, though the words felt like they had no weight. "I know.." you whispered, your voice strained and small. The words felt hollow, too thin, too weak to contain the pain that gripped your chest.

"I know."

But the ache, the loneliness that came with knowing he had to leave, only deepened. You wanted to scream at him to stay, to tell him that you couldn't do this without him, that you needed him here, now.

But that wasn't what this was about, was it? He had responsibilities—people he had to protect, a place that needed him. You knew that, you had always known.

You reached for him, your hands finding his, as though you could hold him here, keep him from walking out the door. His lips found yours then, soft and aching, as though he, too, was trying to make the moment last just a little longer, to savor the love between you before it had to end.

The kiss was everything. It was everything you had ever wanted and yet everything you were losing. It was so desperate, full of love and regret. It was a promise, a farewell, and it was not enough.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were full of a sorrow that mirrored your own. There was something so raw in his gaze, something that made it impossible for you to look away. The room felt colder as he stepped back, the space between you widening like an unbearable chasm.

"I love you so much Y/N..." he said, his voice thick with emotion, soft but firm. He turned toward the door, his back to you now, but his words hung in the air like a fragile thread.

The finality of it crushed you. The door clicked open, and Ekko paused, one hand resting on the handle, as if he was waiting for you to call him back, to beg him to stay.

But you didn't.

You couldn't.

With a painful, lingering glance over his shoulder, Ekko disappeared, leaving you in the quiet aftermath of his absence. His promise echoed in your mind, but it did little to ease the ache in your chest. You were left standing in the emptiness, alone with the ghost of him.

And the tears came again, harder this time, because now...

you were truly alone.

A heavy silence settled in the room, and with it, the reality of him being gone hit you like a cold wave. The warmth of his presence, the laughter you shared, and the intimacy between you two seemed to evaporate the moment he walked out.

You'd given yourself to him—your heart, your trust, your love—and now, just like that, he was gone. The weight of his absence crushed you, each breath harder to take as you realized how truly alone you were now. Your tears came fast, unstoppable, as your body shook with the force of your grief. You couldn't control it. You didn't even try.

And then, as if drawn to the sound of your breaking heart, Sett was there.

Without a word, his large hands were around you, lifting you gently and pulling you into his chest. His embrace was warm, firm, a stark contrast to the cold, aching emptiness that had overtaken your chest.

Sett didn't need to say anything—he never did. He simply held you as you cried, letting you fall apart in the quiet of his arms.

"Shh..." his deep voice rumbled. "It's gonna be okay kiddo.." His words wrapped around you like a protective shield. But they weren't empty promises.

As the tears flowed, you felt Sett's arms tighten around you—holding you closer. His touch was gentle, but firm, and it reminded you of the strength he always carried—of the way he'd always protected you, even when things were dark.

He knew.

Sett didn't have to say anything, but you knew that he knew. There were scars on his heart too. He had grown up with that same feeling of abandonment, that same hollow ache from when their father had left them. The pain was there, buried deep, but it was there. It was something they both shared, something unsaid between them. But Sett would never talk about it—not in words. He didn't have to.

His silence spoke volumes.

You clung to him, your sobs growing quieter, even as the ache inside of you seemed to intensify. You couldn't help but feel the weight of Ekko's absence, but at least in this moment, you weren't alone. Sett was there, and he always would be, even if the world seemed to fall apart around you. His strong, calloused hands rubbed your back in slow, reassuring circles, each touch an unspoken promise that he wasn't going anywhere.

"You're not alone, alright?" Sett murmured, his voice rough but full of an unshakeable calm. "Me and ma will always be here for you."

The words felt like they were meant for both of you. You and him.

"Yeah." you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "...I know."

As Sett's presence anchored you, the weight of everything came crashing down in waves. In the silence, you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the memories flood your mind.

You could see Ekko's face—his soft smile, the spark in his big brown eyes every time he laughed. You could hear his voice, the way it softened when he spoke to you, as if you were the only one who mattered in that moment.

You remembered the quiet moments—the way he held your hand when you walked together by the riverside, the gentle brush of his fingers against your skin when he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

But it was the intimate moments that held you the most. The way his lips had felt against yours, slow and tender, as if he was savoring the kiss. You could still feel the warmth of his touch, how it made every part of you feel alive, like you were the only thing that mattered to him. The softness of his breath against your neck, the way he whispered your name, as though it was something sacred.

The memory of that first night together, when everything seemed to stop, when it was just you and him, intertwined, In complete heat, felt like such a dream. The way he had looked at you then, so full of love and tenderness, made your heart ache now.

You hadn't wanted it to end, hadn't wanted to let go of that connection you shared.

But now, as your heart twisted with longing, you knew you had to. You had known all along, deep down, that this time with Ekko was short. You'd known that when you asked him to come with you to Ionia. You had wanted to make these moments last, to hold on to the peace you had found with him—but you couldn't.

The memories played in your mind, so sharp and vivid.

You could see the way he had looked at you before he left, that sadness in his eyes that mirrored your own. You could almost hear him telling you, one last time, that he loved you. You could still feel the warmth of his hands, the softness of his lips.

But in the end, no matter how much you wished it could last, you knew you had to let go. You weren't sure when, or even if, he'd come back—but you knew that a part of you would always be with him.

And in that moment, as Sett held you, you realized you'd always carry those memories with you, locked away in your heart.

No one could take them away.

Even if Ekko was gone, he would always be a part of you.

I'm gonna miss this.

you thought quietly to yourself, as your heart ached with the weight of it. The memories of him—of all of it—would stay with you forever, even if you never said the words out loud..

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Hii may I request heartsteel lads and how first kisses goes?? :3

First kisses with Heartsteel!

Hi hi hi lovely anon, of course you can!! Thank you for requesting, this is such a cute idea! I’ll keep this to just first kisses, but I’ll definitely make a general kisses headcanon at some point.

Inspiration: Love a good first kiss moment.

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!

TW: Swearing. Slight discussion of rebellious activities (lmao guess for which member).

Extra: Some of these I felt like I could keep completely in bullet form, but some others I felt required more set up, so there’s some prose interspersed.

Aphelios

Definitely happens further down the line when things are really getting serious. Aphelios just gives me the “takes it slow but he’s in it for the long haul” vibes (love it! You go king). It takes a while for him to let someone in, but once he does, you know you’re extremely important to him.

So you’ve been dating him maybe two-three months now. And while he hasn’t kissed you yet, there have been other kinds of physical moments (like hand holding, cheek kisses, slight cuddling, some pet names, that sort of thing) that have progressed that shows things are moving well in the right direction.

Not to mention the subtle things. Like the way he thumb lingers a little on the corner of your lips as he wipes away some ice cream your napkin missed. Or how he has to look away when you bite your lip. (Because he wants to be the one to do so. 😝) Just other subtle things that seem to signal Aphelios is ready to take that next physical step with you. You just have to figure out how to ask him in a way that won’t spook him.

One of the things you two do together? Well he’s teaching you sign language. Or at least the basics. He fully doesn’t expect you to sign all the time, hell he doesn’t even do that. But since he has to be careful to protect what remains of his voice, he does use sign language as one way of communication.

And you being the kind, wonderful partner that you are, you want to learn to sign too. Communication with your partner is so important and of course you want to be able to communicate with Aphelios as effectively as possible, so you asked him for help. (He’s so touched that you’re taking the time/making the effort to do that for him btw. Learning any new language is extremely difficult.)

So one night, after a date, when you two are just vibing together on the couch in his studio, you and Aphelios decide to play a little game that has become common for the two of you. You sign something and he grades your signing, telling/showing you what, if anything, you can do better. And for the most part it’s just been fairly basic signs and phrases.

But little does he know, you’ve been practicing more than just simple phrases at home.

Can I practice signing some questions?, you ask.

Yes, he signs. Of course! What do you have for me tonight, cutie?

You smile brightly and blush at the pet name, making him smile in response.

You start off with some basics. What is your name? How are you doing? Where are you from? Those sorts of questions. And you watch carefully as Aphelios helps you make any adjustments to clarify your signing.

“Phel, can I try and ask something more….personal? I-I want to make sure I have it down” You ask, your voice getting a little shy. You know you’re taking a risk, but you really like him and you just want to confirm he’s on the same page as you. That the connection you’ve felt isn’t just one-sided.

His eyebrows go up in surprise but he nods. Of course, he signs. What is it? You’ve really peaked his curiosity now. Especially with how shy you got.

So you take a deep breath to settle your nerves….and another one…before finally blushing deeply and signing, Will you kiss me? (You sign it flawlessly btw. You practiced for DAYS as you gathered the courage to ask him.)

His eyes widen and he blinks at you for a few moments, giving you a good clue that you did ask what you intended to.

As the silence drags on for a few moments longer and you see Aphelios try to process what you just asked, you fear you’ve made a terrible mistake of things and you start to just completely panic.

“Sh-shit Phel I’m so sorry! Oh god, I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I…Please forget I asked. Please forget I said anything! Oh I ruined everything…I’m so so so sorry. I’ll go. Please can we pretend like this didn’t happ-mm?”

You’re so frazzled and upset with yourself you didn’t even notice Phel sign absolutely yes before leaning over and kissing you slowly, his fingers threading in your hair, completely cutting off your panicked rambling.

And when he pulls away? This time you’re the one left staring at him in surprise, blinking rapidly for a few moments before smiling widely as he signs back to you, There. Now will you kiss me, please? And of course you’re more than happy to oblige. He said please, after all.

Ezreal

I think Ezreal would kiss earlier on in a relationship. His love language (giving) is physical touch and kisses are included in that. And of course with him, your first kiss is going to be fun and sweet because those are the vibes Ez gives off like 95% of the time.

In this instance the two of you are at an arcade for a date. You’ve noticed he’s been giving more and more signs that he wants to kiss you. Subtle (he thinks) glances down to your lips when the two of you are talking or the way his lips linger when he kisses you on the cheek after walking you to your door post-date. And well…you want to kiss him too. In fact you have a little plan to help move things along.

You asked Alune, who introduced the two of you, what Ezreal’s favorite arcade machine is before-hand and she immediately responded ski-ball. She told you he’s a god at ski-ball and how no one in Heartsteel will play with him anymore because he always wins. Always. His aim is just unmatched. (Though Phel is certainly practicing hard to beat him.)

So what do you do? You challenge Ezreal in ski-ball of course! But the stakes have to be raised. What’s the fun without some flirty competition?

Him: “And if I win? What do I get? Your tickets? Dinner? A kiss?” *Said with a little cocky smirk* (Of course.)

You: *grin widely at him* “Yeah sure, I’ll kiss you. Deal.”

Him: *His eyes wide and he’s very alert now* “Wait, actually??”

You: *smirks* “I mean what I say, Ezreal. You know that. Besides, I’m sure I’ll win, so why does it matter? You know how competitive I get.” (Muahaha, clever you. You got him hook, line, and sinker.)

Oh now it’s ON. He’s fully tuned in. You can tell his competitive nature made him play right into your plan. He wants that kiss.

And he’s absolutely going to get it. Ez is rolling a perfect game. Like it doesn’t take long for winning to be completely out of reach for you. So you pause to watch him, eventually starting to laugh before just going for it, leaning over and kissing him deeply (of course it’s just as he sinks the shot to break the high score record on the machine).

And once he gets over the initial surprise, he very eagerly kisses you back, one of his hands cupping your cheek. And the kiss lasts for a lovely few moments before you gently pull back and smile widely at him.

“If you wanted to kiss me to badly,” you let out on a giggle, “you could have just asked, you know. Hopefully I won’t have to knowingly embarrass myself at ski-ball again to get another kiss from you.”

Ezreal laughs shyly and kisses you again, letting his arms wrap around you. “Of course not. Happy to kiss yo- wait a second did you say ‘knowingly?’ What do you mean? How’d you even know I love ski-ball? I didn’t tell you that.”

You grin. “How do you think? Alune told me! I asked her what your favorite arcade machine was. It was clear I needed to take matters into my own hands since though I could tell you wanted to kiss me, you’re such a gentleman,” you tease playfully before kissing his cheek.

Somewhere else in the city, Alune starts laughing loudly, surprising a gaming Aphelios, as she receives a text message from Ezreal:

Ezreal: Name anything you want. Dead serious. I don’t care what, it’s yours. You’re the BEST. THANK YOU!!!

Alune: 😂 Holding you to that. Glad (Y/N)’s plan worked!

Ezreal: 👍👍

Kayn

Something tells me that Kayn would kiss earlier on in a relationship. Not that it’s a bad thing! I definitely don’t think it is. And he wouldn’t do so unless he thought you returned his feelings. He’s a rebel, not an asshole. He’d never force himself on someone.

All that aside, there is something to be said for Kayn’s recklessness playing into his first kiss with you.

I don’t think it would happen on a planned date. Kayn strikes me as more of a “go with the flow” sort of guy, at least until things are getting serious. Then he’d actually plan out dates. Otherwise spending time with him early on in your relationship consists of him calling or texting you and saying, “Hey, I’m doing ______ tonight or tomorrow. Want to come with? Food’s on me?”

And these “things” can range from errands (he just like being in your presence, ok?) to actual events like concerts or other things like that.

And ok, like 90% of what Kayn calls you for are things that are law-abiding. But there is that 10%. That piece of him who still loves to rebel and do things for the adrenaline. Don’t worry though, when you do those sorts of things with him, he won’t let you get in trouble. He’s a pro.

In this case, the two of you are sitting on a random roof in the city after going around and doing things you definitely shouldn’t be doing. (On a completely unrelated note: A couple city cop cars have some lovely new colorful decorations on them.)

And the two of you are just quietly laughing together and watching the moon, the adrenaline from the shenanigans you two participated in still going through your veins.

And Kayn looks over at you, admiring how attractive you look and how happy you make him. And he can’t help it as he reaches over and takes your hand. When you don’t pull away, he just quietly says “Ah fuck it…” and goes for it. He leans over, gently tangling his free hand in your hair, and kisses you absolutely breathless.

Kayn can’t help but chuckle once he pulls away as he sees the slightly dazed (but very happy) expression on your face.

And once you finally get your wits back about you and go to return the favor, he’s so relieved you feel the same way as him.

K’Sante

Not the earliest member to have a first kiss with their partner, but definitely not the latest. K'Sante is for sure somewhere in the middle.

And with K'Sante? Your first kiss with him is almost a little...accidental? Not in a bad way, but the circumstances surrounding just were slightly unexpected.

But the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable. You can definitely feel a lovely sort of tension building in your mundane acts of physical affection. But neither of you have taken the final step to kiss the other person yet.

But that’s about to change. K'Sante is taking you out on the town for the night. The evening starts with a really delicious dinner at a really really nice restaurant (where of course he made a reservation because this man PLANS).

This is then followed up by getting ice cream and him driving the two of you to a secluded point that overlooks the city. You two can just enjoy each other's company (as well as the yummy ice cream) while he also plays some music from a little bluetooth speaker he brought that connects to his phone and relaxing on a lovely picnic blanket he has in his trunk. (1000000/10 vibes like oh my god?)

Now something that K'Sante does, he uses his phone as little as possible on dates with you. He wants to be fully present in the moment and enjoy what moments he can when he's with you.

So that's why he's so surprised when he turns on his phone to play music (since he had it off during dinner and the drive with you) to find 7 missed calls from Alune.

"Shit," he murmurs.

“Everything ok, K’Sante?” You ask, feeling concerned as you take in his furrowed brow.

“Looks like I have a bunch of missed calls from our manager. Normally she doesn’t call me unless something is wrong….”

“Uh oh…and since she called so many times….Call her back. I don’t mind,” You tell him.

“You sure? I don’t want to be disrespectful,” he says.

This makes you smile. “K’Sante, you are one of the most respectful people I know. Checking to see if there’s an emergency isn’t disrespecting me,” you reassure him.

And after another minute or two of warring with himself, he does. He realizes he wouldn’t be able to stop worrying about what’s going on if he didn’t, and that’s not fair to you. He puts the phone on speaker. Since it’s affecting your date, he figures you might as well get to learn what’s going on too.

As Alune picks up the call, you hear her groan. “Finally, K’Sante! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours! Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“Alune, I told you I had a date with (Y/N) tonight. I’m still on the date, actually, and you’re on speaker,” he chuckles.

“Hi!” You shyly say.

You hear Alune sigh. “Hi, (Y/N)! I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt your date. I just have really exciting news for K’Sante and I wanted to tell him as soon as possible.”

“And you couldn’t leave a message??” K’Sante asks.

“And miss your live reaction to this? Or at least your audible reaction? Absolutely not! (Y/N), would you like to hear it too? It’s actually better that you’re with him so he has someone to celebrate with!”

You perk up and smile at K’Sante, relieved nothing is wrong and beyond curious what the news is. “Sure!! I won’t tell anyone either so don’t worry about that.”

K’Sante drums his fingers on the ground impatiently. “Alright Alune, spit it out. What am I celebrating?”

“K’Sante, they accepted your design for the up-and-coming designer show during Spring/Summer Fashion Week! And not only that, but they want YOU to walk in it! You get to model your own design!”

You gasp and squeeze his hand as she reveals the amazing news, your eyes locked on his expression. “K’Sante!!! Holy shit that’s amazing!! They’re so lucky to have you in their show!” As you talk, you can see just the biggest flurry of emotions playing over his features as he’s stunned silent, his eyes locked on yours.

You laugh softly, “Alune, I think you might have broken him. He’s just staring at me.” You smile widely back at him and go to hug him.

As you get closer, it’s like he’s finally back in his own body, and his expression lands on pure joy as he leans over and cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply for a moment before pulling you into a tight hug and starting to laugh happily.

And your brain is now short circuiting in the best way possible because omg YES FINALLY. And as you pull back from the hug, you gently brush your lips over his and whisper happily, “Congratulations, K’Sante. You deserve this.”

“I know you mean the Fashion Week stuff, but can that sentiment also apply to your kisses? Because I’ll be honest that was pretty great too,” he says as he quickly hangs up on Alune.

You just laugh and nod before kissing him again as your answer.

Sett

While I don’t think Sett would kiss super early on in a relationship, I also don’t think he’d take the longest either. Like maybe a few dates in? Whenever he feels things starting to really get serious with you. And this would be after some earlier physical things like hand holding or kisses on the cheek, etc, and he’s letting you dictate the pace of anything physical. (Once again repeat after me: “Ma didn’t raise a jackass.”)

But anyway, as you’ve gotten to know Sett better, he’s shown you different facets of himself. Like for example, you know he’s fit as fuck (I mean you see the evidence right in front of you lmao) but one of the things you might not have known initially is that he is an excellent boxer. (A/N: We know this because base lore and the MV and shit but think from the perspective of a new partner.)

And while he doesn’t fight other people super often anymore due to his profession, he occasionally accepts a challenge from someone. (Much to Alune’s chagrin. Makeup can only hide so many injuries.)

So let’s say Sett accepts a challenge and he invites you to watch the fight with the rest of Heartsteel. (He absolutely wants to show off for you.)

And at his invitation, you go and visit him in his locker room before the fight, just to show him you made it ok and to wish him luck. “Not that I think you’ll need it, Sett. You’ll kick his ass, I’m sure.”

That makes him laugh and banishes away any lingering doubts/nervousness in his mind. “Well of course I’ll kick his ass. He’s fighting “The Boss” after all. There’s a reason I have that nickname. Besides, you’re here. Like I told you, you’re my good luck charm. With you cheering me on he doesn’t stand a chance.”

As Sett is talking you see his eyes flash briefly down to your lips a couple times. But he doesn’t say anything further. So you take the initiative. It’s not like you don’t want to kiss him. You absolutely do.

“Hey Sett?” you ask, feeling bold. “Would you…like a kiss for good luck? You know…so I can make sure my good luck charm potential is fully maximized?”

And you can tell by his smile and happy eyes that yes. Yes he would like a kiss for good luck actually. (Though his eager nodding definitely gives it away the most 😂.) So you give him one. And it’s sweet and happy and leaves both of you smiling and giggling/chuckling a bit once you pull away.

Oh Sett’s opponent doesn’t stand a fucking chance now. (Not that he did before but still.)

Yone

I definitely see Yone as one of, if not the most reserved member of Heartsteel (it's a race between him and Aphelios), so it’d take the longest to get to the point of a first kiss with him.

Not that he doesn’t want to kiss you earlier on. He absolutely does. But the very last thing he wants to do is to come on too strong or go too fast and scare you away. He really really likes you, after all.

A lot of what goes into Yone’s decision of finally going for it has to do with your body language. He’s looking for a sign that clearly says “ok yes, this person likes me back, I’m not crazy.”

As for the first kiss itself, it happens after a couple months with him, when he’s driving you home.

You can tell Yone wants to take that step and kiss you. You’ve noticed his gaze occasionally linger on your lips when he’s talking with you. Or the slight swallow he does whenever you bite your bottom lip while thinking. (Not to mention the slight twinge of pink that goes to his cheeks. Only you can get that reaction out of him.)

And suddenly you realize, he hasn’t kissed you yet not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s such a damn gentleman and doesn’t want to come on too strong and make you uncomfortable. He wants a sign that you’re ok with him kissing you.

So once he parks the car in front of your building, you lean over, lace your fingers with his, and gently kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger for just a moment longer than what might be considered purely friendly/platonic. Then you whisper in his ear, loathe to break the comforting silence in his car, “You’re not as subtle as you think, Yone. I know you want to kiss me. I also want to kiss you so-”

You don’t even get to finish your thought before Yone’s hands are cupping your jaw and he’s leaned across the center console, kissing you breathless. And my god is it lovely. Sweet but still filled with a surprising amount of passion for a man who presents such a stoic facade to the world. You can’t help but grin like a happy fool once he gently pulls away.

He chuckles at your reaction, but internally his heart is racing. Kissing you was even better than he thought it would be (and his expectations were high).

He clears his throat and looks away shyly for a second as he regains his composure. “Forgive me for interrupting you…but would it be alright if I did that again in the future?”

His question makes you laugh and you lean back over to him and peck his lips. “Yone, you are more than welcome to do that anytime you’d like…you’ll hear no complaints from me.”

Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved getting this request and I hope I did it justice, anon! Got to play into some fun ideas here. 💙

[suika-ira]

Help, my boyfriend has big tits!

[amidoodles]

a lil smooch

[primrosechronicles]

"So.. how'd you two meet?"

Heartsteel!K'sante x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend K’sante, was a part of the boy band Heartsteel, the boy band that took over the internet in a matter of hours and had stolen the hearts of many girls and boys around the world. Both of you are currently in a devoted and affectionate relationship, and like in any relationship, he expressed a desire for you to meet his friends! More specifically, the other members of Heartsteel.

Warning/s: nothing much, just some drinking.

Word count: 888 (woah angel number)

You and K’sante walk into the place where you all decided to meet at, a nice bar down the street from their studio. In the lively and joyful bar, vibrant multicolored lights swirled and danced across the dimly lit room, casting playful patterns on the walls. The air was filled with the infectious melodies of a live band, their music resonating through the venue, prompting patrons to tap their feet and sway to the rhythm.

Laughter and animated conversations echoed throughout the bar as friends clinked glasses filled with various colorful cocktails and frothy pints of beer. The bartender expertly mixed drinks, occasionally performing dazzling flair moves to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

People of all ages and backgrounds filled the space, sharing stories and forming connections as they celebrated life's moments, both big and small. The overall atmosphere exuded an irresistible sense of camaraderie, making the bar a place where happiness and merriment were in abundance.

The guy who looked like he had a severe case of pink eye, waved his arms and yelled to get K’sante’s attention “Yo meathead! Over here!” Your boyfriend chuckled in response and held your hand to lead you to where you would meet your new friends.

K’sante, visibly proud and enthusiastic, took the initiative to introduce you to the members of the band, who were seated around a long, well-worn wooden table.

Their expressions bathed in the warm, amber glow of the hanging light fixtures, reached out with welcoming gestures and exchanged friendly hellos with you. The close-knit bond among them was evident, and the lively atmosphere of the bar only heightened the feeling of togetherness.

After talking for what felt like hours, the guy who introduced himself as ‘Ezreal’ asked “how'd you two meet?”

You sighed dreamily as you recalled your first meeting with him.

You were on a journey of self improvement, and honestly you were doing pretty good! Well… there was just one thing you couldn't get yourself to do… working out.. You weren't much of a physical person, you preferred to read fanfictions on the couch rather than the feeling of sweat sticking to your clothes. You kept telling yourself ’oh i'll go tomorrow!’ and then you never went. (Procrastination at its finest.)

Until a fateful day, you asked one of your more, physical oriented friends to accompany you to the gym.

In the bustling gym, the air was charged with energy and determination. Rows of cardio machines lined one side of the expansive, well-lit space, with people pounding away on treadmills and elliptical trainers, their faces glistening with sweat as they pushed their limits.

The weightlifting area was a symphony of clinking metal, grunts, and focused concentration. Athletes of all levels hoisted heavy barbells, their muscles straining under the effort, while others fine-tuned their form with dumbbells and resistance machines. Mirrors on the walls reflected the dedication etched on their faces as they sought to sculpt their bodies.

In one corner, an enthusiastic group engaged in a high-intensity fitness class, following the trainer's lead with precision. The beat of heart-pounding music filled the room as participants jumped, squatted, and lunged in unison.

Around the gym, trainers offered guidance and motivation to their clients, providing support and advice. Water bottles, towels, and gym bags were scattered throughout, a testament to the hard work and commitment of those striving for better health and fitness.

The atmosphere was one of resilience and determination, where individuals of all backgrounds came together with a shared goal: to push their physical boundaries and pursue a healthier, stronger version of themselves, you wanted to be like that too! And if you wanted to be like that, then you must put in the work!

You pulled up your workout routine, and it said that you had to do ‘pull ups’ whatever that meant.. After googling how to do it you reached up and.. Wait.. YOU CANT EVEN REACH THE BAR!

You jumped, your hands trying to clutch onto the pull up bar, but then.. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and you are met with the most glorious sight. A very handsome, dark-skinned sweaty, beefy man, He exudes confidence and a friendly demeanor.

With a charming smile, he offers his assistance, understanding your hesitation. He places his strong hand on your back, providing support as he guides you toward the pull-up bars. His touch is reassuring, and you can feel the warmth of his encouragement.

With a nod and a few words of encouragement, he helps you grab onto the bar, ensuring your grip is secure. As you begin your pull-ups, his presence and assistance give you the extra boost of confidence you need to tackle the exercise. You can't help but appreciate the combination of his physical strength and the kind support he's offered, making your workout a more enjoyable and motivating experience.

“In short… he was basically my motivation to go to the gym 3 days a week..” You said smiling.

“I’m flattered my love!” K’sante’s boisterous laugh had infected the others.

As the evening unfolded, everyone shared stories and laughter, marking the beginning of a new connection between K’sante's two worlds: his beloved band and his partner, you. It was a heartwarming moment, where music, friendship, and love converged in the heart of the bar.

A/N: RAHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO RUSHED!!! STAN K'SANTE SATN HEARTSTEEL!!

[lunarblossomyuehua]

My League of legend oc and Sett bc this brainrot has been in the back of my mind for 3 years now and they needed to be set free

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦–Masterlist.✦

✦Demosthenes’ works from the League of Legends & Valorant fandoms. Enjoy, stay hydrated and remember - you are gorgeous <3.

✦Aatrox, the Darkin Blade:

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Camille, the Steel Shadow:

✧General headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✦Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace:

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Jhin, the Virtuoso:

✧Random headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✧Dark Star Jhin x reader short story/headcanons (SFW)

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Mordekaiser, the Iron Revenant:

✧NSFW Alphabet: B+I (NSFW)

✦Nasus, the Curator of the Sands:

✧NSFW Alphabet: N+A+S+U (NSFW)

✦Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧General headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✦Sett, the Boss:

✧Sett with a younger brother who has healing powers (SFW)

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✦Swain, the Noxian Grand General:

✧SFW Alphabet: S+W+A+I+N (SFW)

✦Talon, the Blade’s Shdadow:

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Vex, the Gloomist:

✧Vex with a partner who genuinely loves her (SFW)

✦Yasuo, the Unforgiven:

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Zed, Master of Shadows:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

[summertimemusician]

WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently

It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.

How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot? 

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.

If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.

He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)

It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.

The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.

…

Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.

Shouting.

Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.

Yelling was never a promising portent.

The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.

‘... Why would someone else…?’

What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.

(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-

Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)

Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter. 

After all, his motives didn't matter either.

Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.

Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.

Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul. 

...

At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.

(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)

And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.

Then-

Clack.

He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.

“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”

“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.

“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.

A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”

“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.

“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”

Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”

“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”

A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.

Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed

“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”

He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?

(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-

“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”

He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.

Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-

He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.

“Never.”)

What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?

“Link.”

(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.

Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.

You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-

Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)

[tleeaves]

HNY fellow writer!

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Which scene from the works you will publish/update this year are you most nervous to people to read about?

Ex. Chapter 3, scene 3

Finally emptying out my inbox a bit (some of these are nearly a year old whoops) and so I figured I'd do this.

So, I have a few works, well, in the works but as of what I'll update this year? Probably You're Too Sweet For Me, my Sett x reader fanfic, because it's next on my schedule to publish once I finish the update. There's a shower/wound-tending scene in Chapter 3 (the one I'm working on) that I'm nervous about. I try to strike a balance between budding romantic tensions and regular friendship growth in a way where both feel natural.

IDK if I can satisfyingly deliver Character A bleeding and bursting into the bathroom where Character B is showering in a way readers will enjoy but also will not feel is too much or too bland for as early as Chapter 3. So, that's what I'm nervous for people to read about. It's trivial, I know. I just worry constantly whether my next update for anything is going to live up to how much readers enjoyed previous chapters - and if I can top it. I mean, interest gets lost if there's not development or excitement/intriguing events happening, but I also wanna make sure my pacing is satisfying too.

Anyway, yeah, that's that. I still could not tell you when it's going to update, my schedule's more bonkers than ever. I may sooner write lil one shots on Tumblr before I get to updating anything on AO3.

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 5/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

now this is starting to go somewhere! im having so much fun writing the boys! :)

Part 5

It doesn’t take me long to unpack as I only have my most important things with me. After putting my clothes in one of the drawers, I set my laptop and graphic tablet down on the couch table and put my makeup in the bathroom. With more than half an hour left, I decide to change since I’m still in my school outfit. I put on some black skinny jeans, an oversized band shirt (not Heartsteel, that would be cringe), black with blue accents and a thin choker. I’m a little bit hyped to finally use the huge mirror in the bathroom to do my makeup. With practiced motions I do quick smokey eyes with a gradient from turquoise to black (you might have picked up on a pattern by now). When I’m just about to finish the second one, I hear a soft knocking from the door.

“Give me a few seconds, I’ll be right there!” I yell and the knocking stops. I quickly finish the second eye and lean back for a second to assess my work. It looks pretty good so I turn around and quickly open the door. Aphelios is waiting in front of it, leaning against the wall. He looks at me with a smile and then turns, leading me to the stairs. I follow him nervously, suddenly realizing what is going to happen.

We descend into the entrance hall from earlier and from there through one of the mysterious doors. As soon as he opens the door, I can hear voices, laughing and chatting with each other. I can’t see who they belong to yet but I know who we’re supposed to meet and my heart sinks. The room is L-shaped and seems to be a living room. There are posters on the walls, many warm lights, some plants and when we round the corner, I can see an absolutely massive couch. With the rest of Heartsteel lounging on it. It takes everything to keep myself from squealing and I try to hide a bit behind Aphelios who snaps his fingers to get attention.

Everyone turns around and looks at us. Aphelios signs something to the boys and they grin at me, seemingly excited to meet me.

“Hwei! Nice to meet you, dude!” Sett yells, giving me a little wave with his massive hand. I’m still just nervously smiling, not sure what to even say.

“Hey, you can come over, there’s more space on the couch, sit with us!” K’Sante says, giving me a fatherly smile. I slowly move towards them, Aphelios following me.

K’Sante laughs and pushes Kayn to the side, who gives him a “fuck you!” but is grinning the whole time. I sit down between them, making myself as small as possible, worried about making someone uncomfortable by being too close or something. I look around and see Sett pulling Aphelios towards him by his hand, sitting him on his lap and holding him tight. Aphelios slightly blushes when he sees me watching so I look away. In between me and them there’s Kayn, who sits there sunken deep into the couch, his body tilted towards me, arm casually draped over the couch’s backrest, looking at me with no attempt at hiding his curiosity. I quickly turn my head before going completely insane. I mean I just met all of my idols. And they’re all staring at me. K’Sante next to me is just sitting there relaxed, looking into the round, clearly trying not to make me as nervous. 

I nearly jump when someone taps my shoulder and my head spins around to look at the boy around my age who sits on the backrest. He has similar hair as me, just a bit brighter. He gives me a big grin and says “Nice hair!”

“thank you” I quietly stammer, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Aww you’re so shy, it’s cute!” he laughs and my face is probably beet-red by now.

“Stop bullying him, Ez.” Yone hasn’t said anything until now but I’m so glad he’s pulling everyone’s attention onto himself. Not that I minded Ezreal's teasing, it’s just all very overwhelming right now.

[space-blue]

twick o tweat!

Aphelios is paying the price of going out in fashionably skimpy clothes mid-winter (there was an important launch party for the band and a delicious new crop top that shows off his midriff could not be resisted). He came down with a cold, and his already weak voice is now completely gone.

Sett turned out to be an overly protective boyfriend, and Aphelios is getting tired of being tucked in bed and kissed on the forehead, given hot toddies and treated like he might break.

He's fine now, even if his voice won't show up to work. He's more than fine actually: he's got needs. A week in bed treated like an invalid has left him pent up and frustrated. If only he could make Sett see that he's fine. That his throat isn't some flower petal...

[writerblue275]

Heartsteel with an insecure plus-size partner (18+)

Inspiration: This is extremely self-indulgent, but I haven’t been feeling great about myself lately and I need a little reminder that I am, in fact, a sexy and beautiful bad bitch. Anyone else who needs a reminder, this one is for you too. We’re beautiful no matter what.

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanons

Category: Like 98% Fluff with some implied smut/suggestiveness so (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI)

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing. Suggestive stuff. Self-thought body negativity at points and brief mentions of disordered eating behaviors.

Context: In this instance, reader feels bad about themselves for being curvy and this is how the boys would respond. Just remember, we’re all beautiful. Let’s take care of ourselves like the boys would want us to.

All of them:

If someone specific made you feel bad about yourself?

Like they said something rude or nasty to you?

They better count their fucking days.

None of these men will stand for someone making their partner feel bad about themselves.

They’d make sure there was a RECKONING.

*Approving nod* Go get ‘em, boys.

If you do decide to lose weight at some point, they’re making sure it’s for the right reasons (ex: quality of life health adjustment and not just because you want to be skinnier to look more attractive.) and they’re also making sure you’re doing it the right way. The safe way. Because damnit they love you and always want you to be happy and safe.

As long as it’s for the right reasons and you’re doing it safely, they’ll be your biggest supporters. Like the biggest hype men. As well as the best comfort if things are a bit rough. They’ve got your back.

Aphelios

Said it before and will say it again: “The quiet ones are always the most perceptive.”

He absolutely notices when you frown at yourself a little in the mirror, when you take a bit longer to find something to wear, when you murmur something self deprecating about your appearance, or when you intentionally skip a meal (his absolute least favorite).

He knows when you don’t feel good about yourself and it makes him sad because he always sees you as beautiful and attractive.

And it’s hard on him because he really can’t be super vocal about how he sees you, at least in public because people are loud.

But when you two are cuddling or just having quiet time by yourselves when you’re getting ready together, and you can hear him when he does talk, then in those times when you feel bad about yourself, he’s just the sweetest bean omg.

Whispering/murmuring the sweetest and loveliest things to you about how amazing you look.

Like he’d really compliment you to high heaven. Especially if there’s an area that you’re super self conscious about. Ex: “I love those shorts on you, cutie. They show off your amazing legs.”

As for the meals, he’s gently making sure you’re eating. He wants you happy and sated.

I’ve said before that he’s the master of sexting and I fully believe he’d send you texts (both spicy and not) randomly, just letting you know how attractive he thinks you are and that you’re on his mind.

When he does send spicy texts complimenting his favorite parts of you? I hope you’re not around anyone because you will be turning bright red. This quiet moon man is shockingly explicit.

Ezreal

Do I think he’s as perceptive as Phel or some of the others? Maybe not, but I do believe Ez would notice if you’re quieter/down as well as notice your upset glances in the mirror.

It is fucking inconceivable to him when you tell him you don’t find yourself attractive at times.

Like WHAT??? How can that be??? You’re literally perfection to him. And he has excellent taste so…

Compliments compliments COMPLIMENTS. Holy shit he’d shower you with so many lovely compliments anytime you don’t feel good about yourself.

We also know even Heartsteel Ez is a huge history nerd (fuck YEAH I have a history minor so I love this).

When you tell him you don’t feel beautiful, he’d go through so many different civilizations of history and talk about how you fit their ideal standards of beauty. And so to him, you’re always timelessly attractive.

Would pull up artwork (for example, Titian’s “Venus of Urbino”) and texts to make his point. (This is so hot lmao. I blame being an honors kid and going to grad school. We stan an academic king omfg. I feel like he secretly has a masters degree [hehe welcome to the club, Ez].)

And while I primarily think his affection would be shown through compliments (I just see him as so chatty) I definitely think he’d also use at least some touch to make his point.

Like he’d rest his head on your thighs or tummy because you’re just perfect to cuddle with after a long day. Or he’d let his hands, eyes, lips linger on his favorite parts of you (your thighs, your tummy, your ass/hips) just to make his point clear: while you may not love these parts of you all the time, he ABSOLUTELY does.

Kayn

Very similar to Ez where he just cannot wrap his mind around the fact that you don’t see yourself as incredible and sexy at all times like he sees you. And when you tell him a lot of your insecurity stems from being plus-size, that befuddles him even more.

Member #1 of the “That just means more for me to love, baby” club.

When he hears you say these things about yourself, he almost takes it as a little bit of a challenge for himself to better show you that you are in fact, sexy and attractive as FUCK. And it’s a challenge he fully plans on succeeding at.

One of the ones I can picture using primarily physical touch in order to emphasize how sexy he sees you.

I’ve said it before but I fully believe physical touch is one of his love languages (at LEAST giving if not both giving and receiving.)

If you’re talking poorly about yourself, he will kiss you to make you shush. And it’s not a simple peck either. No no no. It’s a full “make-you-breathless” kiss.

And once he’s finally stunned you silent and turned your cheeks pink, he will lean over and murmur why he loves every single part of you that you were talking bad about.

And it’s not just PG reasons either. He’s getting DETAILED. I’ve said before he’s the dirty talk king. He’ll say things like how he loves your hips because they’re just perfect for him to grab onto when he’s fu- (I need to stop before I go off the rails lmao).

And believe me, he’s more than happy to show you what he means. Will gladly drag you home or to somewhere private.

He’d really keep an eye out for when you’re feeling down about yourself and he’d work to shut it down immediately. You’re perfect to him and he will let you KNOW.

K’Sante

K’Sante would be fucking ELITE for this omg.

One of the hardest parts about having a plus-size body is dressing it in a way that is stylish and still unique.

Goodness fucking knows so many plus-sized clothes have no semblance of shape to them whatsoever. Very potato sack.

But you’re with the main fashion icon himself. You have yourself a killer personal stylist (with amazing kisses and lovins to go along with it).

He’s never going to let you look bad. No matter the vibe, no matter the occasion, he’s gonna help you pull an A+ fit together.

And he’s going to explain why each piece works well for your body, so when you go shopping by yourself, you know what to look for.

Always throwing out compliments about how you make an outfit look so good (very intentionally worded this way and not the other way around).

He wants you to understand it’s the person who makes the clothes, not the clothes that make the person. You’re the reason that outfit looks absolutely stunning.

If you ever did want to start working out, I think K’Sante would be an excellent guide. Gyms are fucking intimidating, and I think he realizes that. So he’d give you the full walkthrough and help you figure out what to do on machines and stuff so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.

And even though we know Sett is the best cook, I’m still convinced K’Sante is also a great cook so he’d make you the best meals omg. Well balanced, delicious as fuck, and filled with a whole lot of love.

Sett

I think it genuinely would make him sad when he realizes your insecurities. Even if you don’t tell him outright, I think he’s very observant and is another member who would see the small things you do that indicate your insecurities with your body.

Member #2 of the “that just means more for me to love” club.

Never too heavy for him so don’t even ask. You’ve seen this man’s muscles. To him, you’re always as light as a feather.

And his compliments? Shit he’d have some of the SWEETEST compliments. And when he sees you feeling down, he wouldn’t skimp on them. He doesn’t skimp on them normally, but now he’s even more complimentary and flirty with you. Like lowkey you have a blush 24/7.

Ok, so I’ve previously ranked Sett as one of the most romantic members of Heartsteel. And I still hold firm that one of his love languages is acts of service (giving). Part of that is cooking. We know he’s the best cook of the group.

And similar to Kayn I also think he’d use physical touch (almost as an act of service) to show his partner he finds them beautiful/attractive/sexy.

That combo? Fuck that’s an elite combo right there. Everything he does, he does with the intent to make you feel loved, happy and as sexy, stunning, and perfect as he sees you.

Gently wandering hands while cuddling, hand on thigh while he drives, hand in the back pocket of your jeans when in line together, hugs from behind, whispered compliments, and neck kisses when you’re getting ready and dressed.

And of course there are the even more personal moments of physical affection. Like marking any area he senses you might be uncomfortable with or hears you talking bad about. We’re talking those parts LITTERED with hickeys here. Because damnit he loves your tummy and your thighs and marking them is his private way of letting you know that. And tbh it feels pretty nice…

An interesting little thing: I absolutely think Sett would encourage you to maybe step out of your comfort zone just a little bit and do something to help you see yourself as sexy. For example, I think he’d be happy to pay/provide what you need for a boudoir photo shoot with an amazing photographer who knows what they’re doing and rizzes you up. (Those seem so fun omg I lowkey want to do one so bad.) And if you gift him with a print of your favorite photo (or even better, a photo book with all your favorite photos) for like his birthday or something? A. He’s glad you see yourself as sexy just as he does. B. Enjoy not leaving bed for like the entire weekend. 😉

Yone

Again, Yone is a member that is just mind-bogglingly perceptive. Over the tiniest things. (The quiet ones y’all, for real.)

Another one who absolutely sees when you don’t look at yourself kindly in the mirror, when you touch your tummy or hips with a frown, when you try and suck in for photos, or when you’re letting yourself be hungry.

He fucking hates it because in his eyes, you’re the most attractive person there is. No one is more attractive than you are.

Murmurs to you the sweetest compliments in passing whenever he can. I believe this man’s experience with lyric writing makes him a god damn poet when it comes to getting his feelings across. It’s one of the reasons I ranked him the most romantic member.

If he notices you looking at yourself unkindly in the mirror, he will come over and wrap his arms around you from behind, smiling gently as he compliments you, especially complimenting the areas he noticed you looking negatively at. He won’t stop either until he feels you relax back against him and he sees a small smile at least.

We’ve previously discussed my belief that Yone is secretly a cuddle fiend. Like in public he is so stoic and serious (fair though, he’s dealing with his band mates **cough cough** Kayn and Ez **cough cough**).

But in private, he’s a damn koala. And he’ll always pull you onto his lap and let you know that you’re perfect to cuddle with, exactly how you are. Prepare to be trapped in some amazing cuddles for the next long while.

Honestly, yes all of the members would be scary if someone insulted your looks, but I think Yone would be the most terrifying to have to deal with. I would never want to be on his shit list.

Likes to eat with you whenever he can. A. You’re a lot calmer than his band mates like 95% of the time and this man needs some god damn peace. And B. It’s a way for both of you to take care of each other. You can make sure he eats (since god knows he spends hella hours in the studio and often forgets) and he can make sure you get some good food in you too. I bet he’d bring home stuff that Sett or K’Sante made, especially if he knows it’s one of your favorites. (He’d absolutely have them draw a fun little doodle on a note to make you smile.)

Just an angel of a partner who refuses to let you feel so dark about yourself when you make his world so bright.

Thank you for reading! I must say, this definitely made me feel better about myself by the end. I hope everyone remembers that you’re perfect the way you are!