#Zoyn Oneshot

[lebromaah]

Kairos (Zoe X Kayn One-Shot)

Characters originally from League of Legends

Prompt: “I rely on you, so please rely on me!’

A/N: Hey all! Felt like it was time to exercise my inner writer. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Kayn could feel his magic gradually returning to him as he and Zoe ascend the cold steel stairs of the prison ship. Getting out of the Petrium cellars was seamless, resulting in the crew remaining unaware that one of their prisoners had managed to escape. And now, with the magic hungry architecture falling further and further away from them, they can make their getaway.

They reach the middle of the dark stairwell when Zoe calls out lowly behind him.

“Kayn!”

The assassin stops in his tracks, whipping his head back towards his comate.

“I can see your tattoos!” Her wide and hopeful smile lights up the space between them. “Do you have your shadow magic now?”

Kayn looks down at his arms, both clad with his rich, dark blue tattoos. Without wasting another second, he clenches his fists and watches as he wills his shadow to cloak the surface of his hands.

“I do,” Kayn answers.

Zoe gasps at the sight, being as shocked as she was relieved. She speaks quickly, yet quietly, with anticipation. “That means my magic’s back too! We can get out of-“

WUUUUUUUR! WUUUUUUUR!

The alarm resounding above them causes adrenaline to flood through Kayn’s chest from the split second of shock. What was the dark and gloomy metal stairwell was now one flooding with brilliant red light in between each of the shrieks of the ship’s security system.

Zoe doesn’t bother to speak discreetly as she exclaims in shock, “But, how!”

Kayn’s expression scrunches in anger, as it didn’t take him long to deduce how they got ratted out. He clenches his fist and turns his face away from Zoe. In a brief moment of rage, he curses at himself in a low voice.

“I knew I should’ve taken that filthy Noxian’s head.”

Somehow, Zoe picked up on his murmuring. “Wait, you didn’t ki-”

Before Zoe could complete her question, their eyes shoot up at the sounds of armor clad boots clamoring below them, then above them. This quickly brings Kayn back from his irritation and spurs him into action.

“Zoe!”

The teen meets his intense eyes head on, confident and knowing full well what to do next.

“Got it!”

She reaches deep within, pulling her magic from her mind’s eye to weave a portal from her fingertips. It didn’t matter where it took them, so long it was anywhere near their base camp. Heck, anywhere in Ionia would be fine! She brings her magic into existence-

-only to realize there was nothing there.

Her eyes dart between the empty space meant for her portal, to her bare hands wielding no magic. “W-what?!”

She looks to Kayn for an answer, only to be met with a gaze that’s more composed, yet just as befuddled as her’s. “Is your magic still not working?”

Zoe looks down at her hands, mortified at her predicament. “No... No... No!”

The next few seconds are spent with Zoe as she tries and tries, pulls and wills, and panics all the more when her magic fails to save them.

“Why?! Why won’t my stars or portals work?!”

Before she could try to will another portal into existence, Kayn grabs her forearm, firmly, but not aggressively. “It’s this.”

Zoe brings her attention to her arm, noticing a light marking wrapping around her small wrist. It glowed pale blue when she caught sight of it before she and Kayn watched as it dims to nothingness.

“Is… is it stopping my magic?” she asks anxiously.

“It might be a spell inhibitor,” Kayn replies after studying the marking and releasing her arm. “They must’ve branded you with it to prevent you from using magic if you so happened to escape. A fail safe —at least that’s my assumption.”

Just then, they hear the doors to the stairway opening above them, and not too long after, below them. Normally the assassin would have no trouble slithering out with his own umbral mode of travel, but this time it was different: he has another person to look out for. A person, he decided, he needs with him.

Kayn could count on one hand how many rescue operations he’s partaken in. And none of them were accomplished after he obtained his ultimate weapon. Killing and leaving was his go-to method of carrying out missions, not this. To top it off, and for the first time, he took Zoe’s mobile abilities for granted. In fact, it never crossed his mind that they wouldn’t have her portals once she was freed from the Petrium prison. Did her abilities become such a commonplace for him?

“I’m so sorry…”

The defeat in her words pulls Kayn away from his racing thoughts, bringing his attention back to the discouraged mage.

“You were right before; I’m completely defenseless when I don’t have my magic.” She balls her fists against the top of her thighs, her frustration slowly simmering to a boil. “The one and only time in days that my magic would actually help us, I don’t have it… I’m so sorry.”

In the year that Kayn has come to know Zoe, he could only remember one time he saw her so dispirited. Maybe twice, if he counted his little near death experience in Ixtal. At first, he scrutinized her positivity as innocence and naïveté. Sometimes even now, that’s absolutely the case.

It took time, it took experience, and it took learning, but Kayn realized that joy is but what is reaped from a confident soul. Now, to him, Zoe is the sun, and it’s only natural she would react with unstoppable glee and charm to the obstacles she encountered, whether they be good or bad.

Therefore, seeing her on her knees, her head lowered, and eyes shut tight in defeat made Kayn feel so… wrong. If that’s the right word. He recalled a similar feeling a while ago when she was disconsolate, and even now, it still felt so unnatural. Her countenance suddenly became so human, serving as a reminder that even the hosts of the Aspects were still entirely made of flesh.

Seeing her so dejected ignites a fire in Kayn’s spirit. He’d give anything to see her smile again - to have confidence in herself again. She messed up before, but he has too. Overtime, he realized he relied on her to make up for his worse mistakes. Or perhaps that mistake, which nearly led to his demise from what was Rhaast the Darkin.

That’s part of being human too, he guessed.

Kayn was never the type of guy to cheer people up, (that’s Zoe’s line of work) but he knew what he could do for her now. And that’s to be dependable.

To be her sun.

Kayn begins unholstering his blade, starting at the top to undo its buckles. The voices and footsteps grow closer to them, making Zoe’s chest tighten in response. She knew full well she put Kayn in this position. If she never strayed away from the camp, she wouldn’t have been captured. If she were more careful, she could’ve avoided that trap. If she were stronger, she wouldn’t need Kayn to come save her—

—she wouldn’t have become a burden.

“Have you forgotten who you're talking to?”

The sudden chill rolls down her spine, prompting Zoe to look up. She finds that Kayn’s blue, steel blade is unsheathed, it’s surface leaking with hungry shadow magic, ready to reap.

“I’m the leader of the Order of Shadow, protégé of former leader, Zed, and head of the Force of Gall in the Tri-Forces against the invasion of Noxus. I’m Sheida Kayn, and I’m not to be trifled with.”

Zoe is left agape as the dark assassin begins to take on his true form: the tattoos around his wrists begin to spread up his arms, then to his chest. His dark, tan skin grows pale and cold with deadly magic. Goosebumps ripples across her arms and her legs, causing her to shiver without realizing it.

“Over this past year, you offered your abilities to my cause, asking for nothing but my friendship in return. You saved my life from the being that was Rhaast, thus helping me forge my destiny to become who I am now.”

Using his blade, Kayn stoops up from his spot on the ground before taking his place in front of the breath taken Zoe. His back was to her now, each muscle flexing from his bold and tall posture as his tattoos begin to ink onto his shoulder blades. His hair had freed itself from his band, it’s substance becoming more like streams of conjury than strands of hair. With that, it hovers away from his body, giving Zoe an opportunity to glance at his form. It wasn’t the first time she has, and it surely won’t be the last. But at this moment, it felt different somehow, and before she could find out why, Kayn continues.

“What I’m saying is… I’ve come to rely on your strength, Zoe... So please...“

In a swift motion, Kayn parts his legs shoulder width apart, swinging his blade to his left side as he turns his head to the side lock his eyes with her behind him.

“...rely on me too!” He proclaims assuredly.

Zoe is left dumbfounded.

Just... what could she say to such bold words—to this born leader who’s begging her to put her faith in him? Just… why is he in any position to try to put on airs for her when she already knows how strong and capable he is?

Feeling lost, she brings her eyes away from Kayn’s face, not feeling quite ready to meet his gaze. Consequently, and within seconds, she drifts her attention to his strong form, noting his wide, sculpted shoulders, his broad, tall back, and his slender, yet masculine hips. The assassin’s dominant arm is clenched beside him as he grips his scythe, letting her catch a long glance of his tattoo clad triceps in their full, lean glory. There was no doubt, to Zoe that is, that Sheida Kayn is truly the most beautiful, yet most deadly man to behold.

And then, there was his gaze. Zoe finally brings herself to meet the boy’s stare. She could only see his left eye, as Kayn only turned his head halfway to meet her eyes, but it was all she needed to know why this was different. Even though she’s new to this “blue” version of Kayn, each time she saw him take this form, he only came off as cold, silent, and unfeeling. Almost like a true shadow following the will if it’s caster with no need to become feral on its own.

But this time, it’s different.

His consistently icy, cloudy, and nonexistent stare is now furrowed with grit, and hot with fierce determination. Kayn didn’t need to say anymore; Zoe understood.

This perfect killer means what he says. His aura steams with the ambition to prove it to her, even if he appeared mostly calm and collected: he was going to help her, despite the fact they’re about to be collapsed on from both sides. Despite the fact only one of them could fight. Despite the fact he told her before all this he would choose to complete his mission over saving her life if such a predicament came to be.

Overall, Zoe discovers the paradox of a cold killer who can boil over in passion. This edgy, cold boy could feel so much more than she gave him credit for. He was human, and could care for her as much, if not more, than himself. It’s no wonder, the hopeless teen concludes, she felt the way she did for him.

[inthezoyne]

I hate having to play through an entire chapter just so I get to the place where I find the pig noise and kill it it's so frustrating. 

[lebromaah]

“Is There a Reason Why You’re Gawking?”

Pairing: Zoe and Kayn (Zoyn)

Rating: PG/PG-13

A/N: This is a one shot I’ve had in my head for awhile, so I decided to put it into words! It’s not perfect, but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it too!

The sun was setting now; its bright yellow hues grow dim with a mix of oranges and pinks. High up the plateaus that litter Ionia, wind currents weave through each of the structures’ large frames. Howls hum through the heights as the gales mix with each other, like a pack of wolves storming through its rocky edges. Sitting on top of the large formations, amber grass along the small pastures bend to and fro, as if dancing in tune to the wind’s tide.

His skin welcomes the cool air onto its sweating surface, causing a ripple of goosebumps to erect along his tiring muscles. He couldn’t tell if it was relieving, or troubling, considering the sudden change of temperature tempts his muscles to tremble.

A single quake of his bicep, a small hitch of his breath, a quick lapse of will could ruin his one-armed scale form, especially after maintaining it for two hours straight.

Training during the day was never a hobby of his. In fact, he loathed it. He could always feel his prowess for shadow magic weaken while dwelling in direct sunlight. That weakness made him sick. For the longest time, he thought the only solution was to avoid the light to remain strong.

But he was wrong. Though balance in the art of peacekeeping during war is foolish, it’s practicality in fighting and nurturing oneself was always essential. His master taught him this, despite the contempt towards such teachings. There has to be balance in all things. Where there is a light, there is a shadow.

‘The stronger and brighter a light faces you, the more grandiose and abyssal your shadow will become.’

He’s relying on this philosophy now. If he is to hone his shadow magic to a tee, he would have to learn to find his balance, even in unfavorable conditions. The young acolyte couldn’t be more proud of this new found teaching, having already written it down as a core teaching for shadow acolytes that will call him ‘Master’ some day. They will indeed become strong.

Suddenly, his ear catches wind of what sounded like chimes behind him. He curses to himself, disappointed that he couldn’t ignore her presence longer than two minutes.

His companion has been staring at him for a solid thirty minutes. He feels it; her eyes scratch the edge of his skin like tiny blades of grass on a windy day. Though he has adjusted to her now constant residence in his training, taking a drawn out stare from her made him uneasy.

Not so much because of her critical eye, as if she was judging his form; his form was perfect. But because of that eye; the one soaked in rich-purple twilight.

He now understands why Rhaast always chastises her for looking into his fiendish eye; it felt like it was boring into his very being, his very soul, even to the point where she could see the brevity of his life compared to her’s.

That eye, is the one that makes him precarious.

He is nearing the end of his training, where his muscles are at their most tested, ready to give way at any moment. He couldn’t afford anymore distractions. It’s time to say something.

“Is there a reason why you’re gawking?” He hisses between fixed and calculated breathes.

His words causes the floating girl behind him to jump, despite her advantage over gravity. Her reaction told him two things; she didn’t mean to be caught, or she didn’t mean to stare. Judging from how obvious she makes her gaping, it’s probably the latter.

“W-what are you talking about!” she blurts out clumsily as she turns herself right side up in the air. Was she looking at him… upside down?

“Nice try, Zoe,” he responds, not bothering to turn his head to verify his suspicion, “,but you make it obvious.

“Make what obvious!” Zoe exclaims, unnecessarily resonant. “The fact I wasn’t looking? Cause then, you’d be right!” She straightens herself out, placing her hands on her hips confidently, as if she thought she outsmarted him. “Sharp as always, Kayn. Very sharp.”

Kayn rolls his eyes. Usually, he would ride her case in an attempt to assert himself over her. But through trial and error, he’s learned that such a tactic doesn’t work on her naive disposition. She likes to brag, rather than try to affirm her strengths over his.

Participating in such useless banter wasn’t his usual preference, so there was no need to try to outsmart her. He knows who’s better, so he decides not to waste his breath.

He pauses before speaking up again. “Why are you still here anyway? I thought you hated waiting around while I train.”

“Well, I-I’ve never been here before,” she explains, a hint of fluster still present in her chirpy voice. “I already checked out the field of flowers down there; even tried talking to the farmers,” she sighs. “But they ran away.”

Kayn’s throat emits a short hum. “That’s no surprise. If an annoying girl came flying up to me wanting to share her non-existent message, I would run too,” He asserts with an edgy tongue.

Zoe doesn’t bother giving attention to his remark. Instead, her head perks up, causing her free flowing hair to flutter after it. “But you didn’t.”

Kayn’s arm nearly gives way in response to his heart skipping a beat. What a lousy time for her to be saying such things...

She continues before he could defend himself. “To be fair, you weren’t nice to me either. You wanted to kill me!” She cheeps with a giggle. “But I got slick moves and an endless mass of stars on my side!” She slings her right arm, and after, her left, to simulate her Paddle Star as she rambles. “Too bad.”

Kayn’s scowl only grew as she kept bragging. Not only because she was annoying him with her ranting, but because he knows there’s truth to her swagger. She was slick, quick, and unpredictable. Fighting her only spelled a humiliating defeat by her leaving him in the wilds to dream her magic-filled dreams…and the flower crown… the flower crown.

Kayn exhales, as if expelling the creeping lapse of concentration from his very being. “You lose if your magic is silenced for a split second, you know. Don’t talk like you’re invincible.”

“Oh I know; Too bad you don’t have that ability,” she sasses, smiling confidently with a thumbs up.

There’s that look again. Her eyes were wide, radiant, and colorful; as if twilight itself was nestled in her irises. That cheeky grin she flashes annoys Kayn - while also making him a little nervous.

He was aware of that feeling, bringing it up to himself in his meditations. Unfortunately, his sub-conscience has yet to reveal why that inclination rears its head when she looks at him so... boldly? What was the word?

Before he could be troubled any further, the sun finally disappears behind the hills; his training is officially over.

Zoe’s eyes light up when she sees Kayn lower himself to the ground. “Are you finally done!”

Kayn sighs as he opens and closes his human hand, relieving it of its stiffness. “Yes. Training is over.”

“Woo hoo!” Zoe shrieks as she rolls her body in the air and into his personal space. “I’ll make a portal and we ca-“

“I’m afraid not,” Kayn interrupts as he quickly places his Darken finger on her lips. Zoe cheeks puff as his gesture before she furrows her eyes at him. The way her large oracles glower at his gaze brings the most modest bit of warmth to his cheeks.

“How did I get up here?”

She blinks as Kayn softens the pressure from his finger on her lips, allowing her to speak. “You… climbed?” she answers sheepishly, as if he was asking her a trick question.

“Ok,” he smirks. “So how am I getting down?”

Zoe blinks twice as her brain processes and accesses his answer hidden in the question. Then it hit her; her body gives into gravity and her curious expression switches to one of disappointment. “You’re not… climbing… down?” Her voice trails off sheepishly.

Kayn’s finger releases her lips. His eyes never leave her pleading gaze as he loosens up his arms, then his legs, smirking as she pouts her little lip.

One of his guilty pleasures was always to deliberately tease his impatient partner. Sometimes, completely unaware of this, he goes out of his way to bedevil her just to see her little scowl. She gets her way most of the time they’re together anyway, so Kayn never sees any harm in trying her patience.

Zoe groans, her eyes not leaving his teasing stare, that is until he flexes his arms and chest during his warm up. For a split second, her eyes dart across his torso and arms before starting back to his eyes.

He catches on to her look-see. “Pervert.”

Zoe gasps, her eyes growing wide once again while her cheeks flush bright red. “NO I’M NOT!” she screeches. Kayn chuckles before starting his descent, completely unaware of how charming her blushing face is to him.