#akali jhomen tethi x reader

[liyawritesss]

Hey luv, I was wondering if you took requests and if you do I'd kindly like to request something. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a K/DA Akali x female reader where they were childhood friends but lost contact over the years and when they reunited at a party, they did some catching up and Akali discovered that the reader is a songwriter and in a way maybe a singer but just doesn't have the courage the put the songs out into the public yet. Throughout catching up they grew feelings for each other and didn't want to admit it to themselves or each other but the other members of K/DA were noticing it and well they planned a little something to help them confess and then they got together.

If you can't do it that's ok. 😊

Have a good rest of your day/night luv💕🫂

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

Pairing: K/DA!Akali J. Tethi x Black!NoLabel!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: In which Akali realizes the love she expressed in that snowy playground all those years ago has never faded.

Warnings: minor cursing, a bit of interpersonal homophobia, lyrics are from the song "This Town" by Niall Horan, I do not own any part of the song or lyrics they're just in use to creative purposes!!

A/N: I mayyyy have strayed away from the original plot at but at the end 😬 it was starting to get too long and I didn't wanna keep letting it sit in the drafts. I hope you stoll enjoy!!

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, went each end of the pen as it connects to the solid wood of the studio desk. On said desk, a half written song with only a base guitar melody and a few lines of a verse lie forgotten, and it’s writer sat on the studio couch, gazing into the snow-ridden park below the agency building. It’s winter, and if not for the imagery outside, one could distinguish the season by the volume and vibrations from the boiler room’s furnace that rung throughout the walls. Despite the warmth that flooded the building, the wild haired girl still had on a fleece hoodie and jogging pants set, with thick socks to keep her feet warm, and the hoodie sleeves long enough to cover her freezing fingers.

Akali had been in K/DA’s shared studio since the early hours of the morning, and had barely gotten her song done. The song was important, as it would be her solo for the upcoming album, and with only two days left to submit the final rendition, the pressure was high. She’s already gotten worried looks from Ahri and Kai’Sa, and most recently, a scolding from Evelyn about ‘this is not who we are’. Management, though they’ve always had faith in the firecracker, were also showing signs of doubt, as they’ve never encountered Akali in this state of mind before. And if she knew how to combat this form of seasonal depression, Akali would have told her bandmates and the company to not worry.

Everyone was a bit on edge.

Akali is entranced by the snowflakes that fall from the sky. They remind her of her youth, when she would play in the neighborhood playground after martial arts lessons, unphased by the cold, as winter was her favorite season. Her gaze was fixated on the playground in the park below, and from her imagination, the young rapper reminisced on the simpler times, when her childhood was pure, and her love was innocent.

“‘Kali, stop it, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” a young voice echoed from Akali’s brain as her mind made a turn down memory lane. A young Akali, no older than six or seven, stood high and mighty on top of the jungle gym, ready to show off her newest trick to her best friend, who stood worried on the snow covered ground. She should be used to Akali’s recklessness by now, but Akali never ceases to amaze the other young girl.

“If I make this flip, you have to promise me something, [Y/N]!” Said Akali, ignoring the worry her friend displayed beforehand.

“What is it?” replies [Y/N], curiously.

“You have to promise to marry me!” Akali replies in a confident tone, preparing herself for the flip of her life, while [Y/N] deadpans into her hand. “Just don’t hurt yourself, stupid!”

Of course, Akali lands her flip expertly - and [Y/N} lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding - and as she stands up straight, the wild haired girl holds out her hand, pinky-finger pointed out and ready to seal the promise.

“Pinky promise you’ll marry me, [Y/N]?”

“Girls don’t marry each other, ‘Kali, they marry boys.” [Y/N] says matter of factly, causing Akali’s lips to form a point at her best friend. “Says who?”

[Y/N] paused, thinking for a moment. “My mom and dad. Don’t yours?”

A bored ‘booooooo’ left Akali’s lips, chapped by the cold. “Okay, fine - if we don’t get boyfriends when we’re older, then we’ll marry each other. How does that sound?”

[Y/N] paused once again, taking a longer moment to think about her answer. After a minute or two, she shrugged, and interlocked her gloved pinky with Akali’s bare one. “Okay! I’ll marry you then!”

A knock on the studio door brought Akali’s trip through memory lane to a pause. With haste, she got up from her seat on the couch and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was her bandmate, Kai’Sa, and the sight of the main dancer made Akali’s eyebrows raise in question.

“You’ve been in here for a while, yknow,” Kai’Sa began, “anything yet?”

Akali shook her head in defeat. “I haven’t had writer's block in a minute. This shit is killing me.” She said, rubbing her eyes that burned with exhaustion.

“Well, I have an idea….”

Normally, Kai’Sa’s ideas are very good and beneficial, but it was something about the way that the dancer said that sentence that sparked a sense of mischief in her gut. “And what is this idea?”

“Let’s say that a new club opened up in Hongdae,” Kai’Sa started, and though Akali knew where this was going, she found herself leaning against the doorframe to entertain her bandmate’s ‘hypothetical’ question, “aaaannnd let’s say that I got us some free access tickets into the VIP show tonight, that’s displaying a new singer-songwriter-producer with a new single performance….would you be interested?”

It’s always an adventure when Kai’Sa finds things to do in the cities that K/DA visits. She’ll ask so innocently, dragging the other girls into her random, exciting rendezvous, which always tend to spark new inspiration for music, dance and entertainment for the group. Kai’Sa didn’t have a mischievous bone in her body, but in certain situations, her adventures would end in an intense night of clubbing, drinks, and not-so-appropriate dancing.

“You’re trying to get me inspiration to write?”

“Maybe. But you’ve also had yourself holed up in here for a week, and I think you could let loose a little. We can’t have our hidden gem down in the dumps-”

“-so close to a comeback?”

“-in general, ‘Kali.”

Akali took in Kai’Sa’s words. Normally, that’s how her writer’s blocks would be cured - a quick trip to an underground event would have the rapper in good spirits in no time at all. However, a club is different than an underground event - theres more people that know people, with less etiquette and more entitlement - which is why Akali normally strayed away from those kinds of scenes.

However, it was two days before her shit was due, and she was becoming desperate to get something on the page.

“I can be ready in an hour.”

The heavy base blasting through the walls of the club has Akali rethinking her decision of taking on Kai’Sa’s offer. There were many more bodies than she anticipated, many more flashing lights and floating drinks. She thinks she’s underdressed - her simple pair of ripped jeans, combat boots, white tee and black cap making her stand out like a sore thumb. Paired with the various rings on her fingers, wrist watch and silver chains and her signature dogtags, the rapper felt as though she was going to meet up with a friend, not enjoy herself at a club. A hand went to adjust her cap a little over her eyes to avoid unwanted eye contact with anyone who wasn’t Kai’Sa.

“Relax, girl,” said the main dancer, as Kai’Sa placed a hand on Akali’s back, “I can feel the tension radiating off of you.”

“It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a setting like this,” Akali responds, “It’s…a lot more people than I thought.”

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

“Follow your lead where, exactly?”

“To the DJ Booth.”

Of course, it was like Kai’Sa to get in good with the DJ’s so that she could request a hefty amount of songs without an additional charge. She was skillful like that - and almost never dropped her band’s name for the benefit of her own.

Through the mass of bodies already tipsy from colourful shots and club music, Akali and Kai’Sa made their way to the back of the club, where the DJ booth was located, as well as the VIP section. All Kai’Sa had to do was flash her phone at the overly-buff bouncer for the two to be let in. Akali didn’t question it - she was too busy trying to get a feel for the club. She barely noticed when her hand was let go of, as Kai’Sa went to hug the DJ who had invited her to this event.

“‘Kali, this is the guy I was telling you about,” said the main dancer over the blasting music, to which Akali shook his hand out of respect. Small talk was made, until the DJ leaned into Kai’Sa’s ear, pointing in another direction while saying something. At that point, Akali had been babysitting a small fruity drink, having grown a bit comfortable into this new setting.

The dancer had leaned over to Akali next to relay the message: “This is the new rising artist I was telling you about earlier! They’re about to perform!”

Akali shifted her gaze from her bandmate to the stage, and suddenly, the music that was so deafening became a muffled memory, as the rapper took in the presence that was on the blue and purple accented stage. A face she had not seen in years, now appeared before her with a new sense of maturity and age.

It was [Y/N] up there, and what’s more, she was singing.

The next four minutes or so was a blur to Akali, and she was only able to refocus when Kai’Sa had given her a gentle shake on the shoulder, warning her about the new arrival to the VIP section. The arrival being [Y/N], who’s first move was to hug the DJ, who she could only assume had some relation to her. She shook Kai’Sa’s hand, and when it was Akali’s turn to be greeted, the rapper was still dumbstruck by the beauty in front of her.

Akali and [Y/N] made eye contact, and for a moment, it seemed like the world paused. The club and it’s loud, pulsating music became muffled, and the only thing Akali was focused on was the woman before her. It felt like a dream, really, the way everything died down around her and how her focus zoomed in onto the singer who was approaching her for a hug-

Shit, [Y/N] was coming in for a hug. She was coming in for a hug and Akali was standing still like an idiot. It wasn’t until the rapper felt the warmth from the other spread throughout her body that she was able to react.

“Holy shit, it’s been ages!” (Y/N) says into Akali’s ear, thankful of the close proximity so that she didn’t have to yell. “You’re a big shot now! How’ve you been?”

The rest of the night consisted of the two catching up on their lives prior to this (with subtle pop-ins from Kai’Sa, who’d taken to entertaining herself on the dance floor with whoever was willing to dance with her). There exchange of phone numbers and socials, and when the club finally became unbearable for Akali (and Kai’Sa having downed one too many shots), the two separated with a promise to meet up again.

Akali lays on her bed, lost in the thought of you. Emotions that had been unknown to her for some time had begun to swirl up again - emotions she believed she had pushed down long ago when circumstances caused her and (Y/N) to separate in their youth; but she was back.

She was back, and she was gorgeous, and Akali was falling in love all over again.

The next thing she knows, Akali is up again at the crack of dawn, where the sun is just beginning to peak over the horizon, and with her sudden alertness come the adrenaline she had been missing for her songwriting. Off went the blankets that covered her thin frame as she frantically stumbled over to her desk, littered with various papers of songs past, music sheets, and other instruments of music creation. The rapper managed to get a pencil steady in her hands and a clean sheet of paper, and began to write feverishly. She wanted to get it down before the inspiration was lost again. She did not look up from the paper until she deemed the song done, and when she finally did, the sunrise had taken it’s place upon the horizon. Akali found comfort in the vibrant oranges, soft yellows, and lazy purples that painted the morning sky, the blanket of night being stripped away for a brand new day.

A new dawn, a new day. Akali felt at peace in this moment.

Akali nods her head at Ahri’s question, anxiety shaking her bones like the cold from the winter that blanketed the city.

“-and you said you wrote this, this morning?”

This song was all or nothing.

“It’s different from you, ‘Kali,” said the blonde woman as she examined the piece of paper with various scribbles of words into stanzas, her chin resting in the palm of her hand, “but I think it’s beautiful. Did you have a composition?”

“Uh, well- yeah, but not recorded,” replies the rapper as she gestures over to the guitar that laid against the wall of the studio, “I can play the chorus?”

Ahri looks back to Yasuo, the bands producer, who simply shrugs, “I don’t see why not. We can worry about recording it later for submission.”

Akali, in an attempt to shake off her anxiety, grabs the guitar, positions it on her lap, and fiddles with the tuning keys to get the instrument in the right tune to play. There’s a moment of hesitance, in which she glances to Yasuo and Ahri, who patiently wait for Akali to play.

“Take you’re time,” Yasuo encourages, “you can’t rush art, after all.”

Akali nods, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath to ground herself. The image of (Y/N) appears in her mind, and before the rapper knows it, she begins to play:

And if the whole world was watchin’

I’d still dance with you

Drive highways and byways

To be there with you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous

When you walk in the room

Them butterflies, the come alive

When i'm next to you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

Akali could hear the pumping from her heart furiously in her ears. She slowly peels her eyes open to see her bandmate and producer giving applause to her demonstration of the on-the-fly composition she just did.

“That was marvelous, ‘Kali!” announces Ahri, “That has to be at the top of the track list- Yasuo, it just has to be!”

She’s tugging at the older man’s green cardigan in excitement, which makes both Akali and Yasuo chuckle at her child-like behavior. “I agree, it’s definitely a good song,” He adds on, taking a sip from the coffee he had been nursing in his hand for a while, “‘Lover Girl’ Akali J. Tethi has a ring to it.”

“Please, stop, I’m not a lover girl,” the rapper whines, overwhelmed by the swell of compliments from the two as she lowers the bottom of the guitar onto the floor, taking to resting her chin on the top of the handle with her hands adding cushion to the wooden instrument, “and- I mean, I guess it’s good. I mean- I know it’s good, but…”

“We need the inspiration details!” Ahri asserts, dying to know what caused her bandmate to create such a beautiful piece. “Is it about something? About someone…?”

“Uuuhhmmm…” it was a futile attempt to stall, but the smile that painted Akali’s face gave her away completely. Ahri’s squeal and insistent tapping on the arm of her chair urged Akali to continue.

“Okay, so- there’s this girl…” The rapper began, her head tilting slightly to the side as she tried to find the best way to tell this story. “We’ve been friends since we were little…and I loved her. But we ended up separating- she moved away right before we were about to start middle school. But, last night- when Kai took me to that club, I saw her. I saw her, after so long. And I got to hug her- to hold her again, and- and everything came back to me. She’s one of the reasons why I started music; and when I hugged her, I just- I just fell in love all over again. Nothing had changed and- fuck, this is so embarrassing to say…”

There was a moment of silence. Ahri and Yasuo looked at each other, then back to the obviously love-struck rapper. “Akali, you’re in love.”

“Yeah, I got that part down - how do I deal with it?”

“You go after her?” Yasuo suggested, sarcastically albeit.

“I can’t just do that!” Akali retorted.

Yasuo shook his, mumbling something about how ‘young people are so dense, before speaking up again, “Look- the foundation is there. You have history. You just wrote a song about her. Besides anxiety, what’s really stopping you from finding this young woman and telling her you love her?”

“Uh, my pride if she rejects me,” Akali answers matter of factly, “and do you even have experience in order to give love advice?”

“That’s besides the point,” Ahri interrupts, holding out her hands to cease the two’s back and forth.

The blonde vocalist directs her gaze onto the young rapper, who she’s seen grow up so much in the past few years since their debut. There’s a moment of thought before she speaks. “Akali, lets think of it this way; do you want to be the girl who just writes the love songs, or the girl who acts on them?”

There’s a beat that passes. Then, Akali’s phone rings. She checks the caller ID, and it’s none other than (Y/N). She looks back at Ahri and Yasuo, who give her looks of approval.

“I think we can finish up the submission paperwork for you,” Ahri reasons, “you should probably take that.”

Akali rises from her seat, hurriedly propping the guitar against the wall, much more sloppily compared to its original position, and rushes out the door to answer her phone.

[saey707]

Omg may i request (not kda) akali headcanons with s/o please? Fluff pls :)

✿ Prompt: Your relationship with Akali ✿

♡ champion focus: akali ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hey anon! ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა I'd be happy to write Akali. She's one of my favorite female champions! Hope you enjoy <3

Akali never would have thought she could open her heart up to another person. Being a ninja meant being able to stay free from attachments; Or, at least, that’s the motto she’s always preached. Sure, she's had her fair share of crushes on people in the past, but never to the extent that you managed to make her feel every time she so much as laid eyes on you.

Honestly, Akali was quite hesitant to show the most vulnerable parts of her mind and her heart to you early on in your friendship. But with time, she opened herself up to the possibility of being more than a friend to you. Perhaps a best friend? Someone you can count on to always be there for you?

But friends don't offer to share their ramen with just anyone. They don't press the idea of getting a matching tattoo in Vlonqo ink with you in Weh'le. And they certainly don't imagine what it would be like to just... hold one another after a long day or go somewhere far away from Ionia to just spend a day on the beach with one another.

Further, this relationship would only evolve into something Akali herself didn't understand. A relationship where she wanted to be with you. It freaked her out... And it was only because she didn't want to lose you.

But you always found a way to console her, which made it all the more difficult to push the thoughts she had about you away.

The day the two of you do start dating, Akali discovers she isn't so much a lone wolf as she has always perceived herself!

The rogue found herself enjoying your attention, time, and presence. In fact, she craved every bit of it! How long has it been since she was able to let her guard down and appreciate the gentle caress and comfort from someone she adored?

Hell, Akali certainly wasn't one to push away your cuddles if you insisted on giving them.

And just know the little leaf wasn't going to let the attention go unrequited. Akali knew companionship required balance, and equality in giving and receiving.

Her way of returning affection is showering you with her touches, hands gliding over your skin like a gentle massage, her lips drawn to your skin as she praised your delicate temple.

"You're so beautiful..." "I could do this all day." "Don't be shy~"

Her voice would always speak in a low whisper, hovering over your own before she would finally close the gap between the two of you. And she loved whenever you melted into her touch. She considered it to be a reward.

When the time comes for Akali to part for a personal mission or affair, she is always sure to reassure you she would be back soon.

"Hey, I promise you. I'll be back home before ya know it... And if you could wait just a little long for me, I'll be sure to bring you a souvenir from wherever I go."

Before the assassin parts ways with you this time around, she holds a quaint, wooden box out to you. Inside was a jade stone, tied with a thin red rope. You stared in awe at her as she pulled up her mask and wrapped a hand around her trusty kama.

And as she turned around to get one last look at you, she was sure to draw her calloused fingers up, flashing the matching stone that was tied around her own neck, hiding underneath the hem of her top.

"So I'll always have a part of you with me. Wherever I go and you go."

[heckinhacker]

Could you write some Akali x female reader? Either fanfic or headcanons are fine, up to whatever you feel! Love your blog btw, I always get excited for your next post :3

Akali x Fem!S/O - meeting and falling in love 

A/N: Decided to go for headcanons this time, but fanfic is a big maybe. :3c Good taste tbh I love Akali so much too. Never thought of writing about her so she might be slightly off. I mean- I always say that. Damn you self-conciousness! And Thank you for supporting and liking my blog! I am trying my best ;v; ♥ P.S: Bo���lii is from Akali’s short story, he’s the one who made her tattoos, I thought he’s worthy of putting in there, hope that’s not a problem

You were friends with Bo’lii, Vastayan tattoo artist with tongue cut off. You were around as much as you could, so when his clients come by, you are there from time to time. That’s how you met Akali.

Akali was coming around a lot, she loved Bo’lii’s work, even though it hurt. She looked like that kind of  woman which doesn’t mind spill some of her blood. Or someones. 

You couldn’t help yourself but start talking with her. It was nice actually talking with someone - your only friend couldn’t mutter a word, he could humm, laugh, but no words. You loved Bo’lii but still, hearing someone actually answer would be hella nice - and she seemed sooo interesting. 

“So…[y/n], right? You look like a nice girl. What are you doing by Bo’lii’s side? Was hurt by noxians too?”

“Weren’t we all?” you answer, rolling your eyes with a smirk. You both hear Bo’lii laugh. 

You ask her questions which she gladly answers. Like, where she is from exactly, why did she decided to leave her master’s rules, etc. She asks a lot about you too! 

You decide to tell her, as the second soul would know, about your heaaavy crush on that one thief who is around this hell of a tavern a lot. You love to be around Bo’lii, but being too much around him would suggest you are together, and no matter how much you love him, you’d love that person to think you’re single and free to take. (I am not specifying what gender this big thief is, butch lady or boya, whatever floats your boat ;) )

Akali chuckles, then hisses, since that made Bo’lii’s tools go into bad directions. He pouts, giving out unsatisfied groan.

“Yeah, I know. My fault.”

You laugh at that, sighing. You tell them you should go, since around this time your crushy crush is being around, and you gladly go.

After Akali’s done with her part of tattoo’s, she goes around tavern, seeking for you to laugh at your poor attempts of flirting - but she found new thing to laugh about. You just were there, sitting with [alcohol’s type/name] in your hand, sipping, nervously checking out your beloved thief. No poor attempt. Akali sits beside you with new mug full of your favourite liquor. 

“Nice try, [y/n]! I’ll drink to that, cheers!” she laughs loudly, taking a biiig sip of her beer. You laugh nervously, ending your one portion from earlier.

“Don’t worry, sooner or later they will notice. For sure.” she pats your back, while you give out more honest smile.

“Thanks, Akali. I appreciate that.”

“No problem!” you could feel her grinning from under that mask. 

Another time, you found Akali by pure accident, she was training, sweating like she was about to pass out and leaving on a big amount of trees visible marks from Kama’s slices and a lot of shurikens and kunai’s are left in them. She was heavy breathing, too focused on her training that she never noticed you approaching.

Or…that’s what you thought. When you tried to sneak on her, she almost pierced your head through with kunai, but it flew beside your head, making you yelp.

Akali, when she realised it was just you, sighed with relief. “Oh, it’s you. Poor lonely soul searching for love…” she sighs theatrically, wipping some sweat off of her forehead. “What’s up, [y/n]?” 

“Nothing. I just saw you and wanted to hang around. You’re cool, I want to get to know you…if that’s not a problem.” You admit with a little blush on your face.

“Oh! No, it’s okay. Come, sit around. Want some ramen?”

“You actually have warm ramen in the woods?”

“I have my ways.”

“Ninja ways?”

“Maybe, maybe not.~”

“Awh come on, Akali, do tell me!”

You both burst out in laughs, talking about everything and anything until it gets dark. 

Akali says that she will walk you home, you have no way of saying no. She didn’t ask you, she said she will.

And she did. Maybe that was not a date, but you decided to hug her and thank her for spending her day with you.

She pet your back, murmuring some quiet ‘thank you, too’, before letting go.

You exchanged goodnight’s and you vanish behind your house’s doors. 

You were chilling around with Akali through better and worse times.

Once she came to your house all in bruises, cuts and many other injuries.

You patched her up and let her stay for ‘as long as she needed’.

She was around a week, then she just disappeared, leaving you “Thank you so much for letting me stay, but I want no trouble for you. Take care! :)”

You smiled at her little note, murmuring under nose ‘You could at least stay for breakfast…’

Or that one time she found you crying around Bo’lii’s tattoo sanctuary, because your love interest was making out in tavern with some hot chick.

You could swear she was up to go and kill them, but you stopped her by your cry “No! Don’t! Please-!”

She came back and hugged you with Bo’lii, shushing you and telling you that they are not worth your time.

That were some examples. It’s been almost six months, and none of you three knew that your crush wanted you to be jealous, since they were looking out for you a lot, knowing you are looking, but not doing anything about it.

You were drinking and talking with Akali and Bo’lii, when they came by your table, sat by your side and got their arm around your shoulders.

“Okay, look, sweetcheeks. I am done playing around. I like you, you like me. Wanna hang around a little bit? Then maybe…”

“O-oh-”

You could almost feel Akali’s positive spirit levae her body. Even Bo’lii, who was sitting beside her looked at her with surprise. She almost stood up, given up, but you did stand up first.”

“Li-listen, [crush’s name], I really, indeed, was looking at you for a long time now. And saw you with a lot of other chicks, which hurt as hell. I am looking for love in this tavern.”

They stand up with proudness written on their face, but you place your hand on their lips before they can kiss you. 

“But my love is not found in your person.” 

You move them back and go to Akali and Bo’lii’s side of table, bending down a little to hug Akali with shaky arms, while you fought with your tears.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered to her quietly. “I’m sorry I never told you before. I’m so- s-so-…”

You heard Akali sniff, as she nod and put her hands on your arm, since she had no way to hug you back right now. She just got so happy, since she developed a crush on you some time ago and would tell you directly if she didn’t knew any better about your big crush.

You kiss Akali’s forehead, as she stands up, lifts you up bride-style and goes somewhere deeper into tavern. To Bo’lii’s room. There you talked about your feelings, kissed a little and became an official pair!

Your now ex-crush was furious as Bo’lii was whistling on his fingers, acting like he cheered on you girls. He stayed around the table, drinking by himself, leaving you both in peace and quiet.