#aphelios x fem reader

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HELLOOOO I AM BACK AGAIN, May I request for Heartsteel! (all of em again) x fem! reader how would they treat you on your first date/where would yall be in your first date? (pls do include Alune too if you may!) thank you so much!

Our first date

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone, Alune x fem!reader

Aphelios

Aphelios is such a gamer boy

He'd probably take you to one of those claw machines shops

You know the ones that just have a bunch of functional claw machines, and you get to try your luck at them

He'd be a total god at them it's unbelievable

He'd get you anything that you lay eyes on for more than 2 seconds

That Badtzmaru plush? It's yours in 7 seconds

That figurine of your favorite character? He's getting it right now

And if you get him anything? He will melt

Aphelios will cherish what you got him more than anything (other than you or alune)

During the date, he'll speak to you softly and, if you want, he'll teach you his ways on the claw machine

He'll stand behind you while you play and would not mind any affection given to him out of excitement

He tries to get you something in secret, and if he succeeds, he would be smiling so hard under his mask

You both exit the claw machine place with your arms filled with prizes, most for you and some for himself

Then he takes you out to eat something, anything

Though he does love his takeout 🙃

When he takes you home, be sure to show him your gratitude by kissing him on the cheek after placing your stuff on your living room

He'll be thinking about what to do for the next date 💙💙

Ezreal

For a first date, he'd probably take you out to karaoke

He'd be able to show off what he likes to do and see your taste in music

And by that, he'll definitely be able to determine things about you

To get you comfortable, he'll sing to you a few times and encourage you to sing either with him or alone

If you sing a duet with him, he'll be very pleased and choose some type love song like "can't help falling in love" or something lol

and if you get the courage to sing a song for him, he'd totally encourage you and sing praises

He'd get shivers down his spine while you sing and if you mess up he wouldn't even laugh

He would just smile at you sweetly and listen as you sing

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't notice that you finished the song until you poke him on the cheek

After a while, both of you get tired of singing, throats stomachs hurting from singing and laughing

When he drives you back home, and after some ice cream, he walks you up to your door and opens his arms while asking for a goodbye hug💚💚

He'ssosweetandcuteijustwannakisshimtotomorrowiwishhewadrealoml

Sett

Sett would probably have a mall date with you 🙃

He wants to fet to know you in a more relaxed setting where it's just you and him

He'll get to know your style and what you usually look forward to while shopping

BTW, he learned all this because he asked his mom about it

Anyways, he'd also get to show off his arms and strength by carrying the bags!

Win win situating right?

He'd definitely want to get the photobooth pictures with you and keep them in his wallet

He's so cute oml

If you recommend something to him, like a sleeveless jacket, protein powder/shakes, or pins?

He's getting them and putting them on his person instantly

Especially if it's a plush! He's adding that to the collection that you haven't seen yet

Other than that, he'd be able to ask you questions while walking, and when you get hungry, you both would just go to the food court and get what you guys want!

He's so gentle with you, following you to every store like a pup, a smile on his face as you show him a dress you like or shoes you think would look good with his fit

He's looking at you with the most live striken eyes as you go on about your week and more

if you ask him any question, he'll answer very truthfully

And when he drives you home, he helps bring the bags up to the front door before attempting to leave with a wave and a smile

But you pull him back for a hug and a kiss on the cheek

When he gets inside his car, his face is as pink, and his hair and his ears perked up higher than anyone's used to seeing💜

Kayn

You don't know what you're getting into

Kayn is scared

Before meeting up with you, he had to tall Rhaast some basic rules like, don't be disrespectful and some other ones that he need to keep in mind

Even though Kayn is quite wild, he didn't want to scare you on the first date

So he met up with you at your place on foot and you both went on the bus to the nearest paintball/airsoft park

He showed you the basics of the games, you watched and admired him intently, and played some yourself

You guys didn't go against each other as he spectayed while you played and you spectator while he played

At first, he was slightly romantic, helping you with putting on gear and protection so you wouldn't get hurt

But when the adrenaline started getting to the both of you, he started to get a bit roudy

But you know it's because of the adrenaline

He treats you with utmost care and affection

If you're nervous about the first game, he'll comfort you, though it's kinda difficult because he's not used to it

He makes sure you're not too hurt, and if you get a mark due to a bb

After a few hours, you guys walked to the closest convenience store, and he called one of his friends to pick him and you up in a few minutes

He bought you a few snacks and some drinks to cool off and walked towards a nearby park to sit around and talk to you

When the ride came and you arrived home, you held his hand and sqeezed it lightly before leaving the car with a soft smile

You, sadly, didn't see him cover his face with his hands after you shut the door and walked inside

Yone definitely saw that 🤭

K'sante

K'sante would 100% have a first date at a pottery painting place!!!

He'd suggest painting something for you and you painting something for him!

He designed a Ramen bowl for you while asking about your favorite things, like color, character, music genre, and clothing style

You also asked him some questions, but your creative piece didn't come out as well because you were so distracted with how gentle he was with the details of your bowl and how handsome he was

The plate you were designing looked,,, not as good, and you felt he definitely deserved a better plate

So you kept silent and concentrated

Some questions here and there are to get to know each other better, but most of the time is used on painting.

So, in the end, it was a silent date with him

Very comforting and soft

After you both finished your pieces for each other and washed your hands, you both went out to eat out together!

Two days later, K'sante appeared at your front door with a ramen bowl that was your favorite color with your favorite shape.

The plate you made is something he uses when you're around to make you feel proud of yourself!!

Before he leaves you with your new favorite bowl, you grab him by the hand and pull slightly before hugging him 🧡

Aigh I love himsosomuch its unfair

Yone

He'd totally, 100%, bring you to an all-out dinner.

He'd call beforehand, asking you to wear the fanciest dress you have because later that day, you're both going to a fancy restaurant

Just the two of you

No gang. No annoyance. Nothing

He had told the group that he had something very important to do and does not want any problems

And in the first minute with you in the restaurant, he was called by Sett

He turned off his phone after that call and apologized sincerely

At the start, he was mesmerized with your looks, so when you asked a question, he had to double take on what you said

(The fancy restaurant was a sushi restaurant, I hope you like that)

He answered your questions and you answered his

And when your orders came, it was quite silent

His looks, his hands, his hair!!! He was just so handsome

You couldn't help but stop eating to just,,,

Stare at him for a minute or so

And as if feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to see you looking at him with hearts in your eyes

After your meal, he drives you home and walks you to your door

He was shaky and nervous as you looked at him

And like any cringey romance movie, you kissed his cheek and left a red/pink/gloss mark on it before entering your home and saying thank you and good night

He had to take a minute to himself

He walked back to his car and turned on his phone

Taking a picture of himself with your lips marked on his cheek, he texted you good night and the picture before being spammed by both you and the boys

He put the picture you took of both you and him in front of the restaurant as his background

Now he's gonna be stressed out because of the gang

Let's hope everything goes alright

He'll be thinking about you all night before rubbing off the mark of your lips, guiltily ❤️

He's so freaking pretty

Alune

(WAAA THERE REALLY ISNT ANY GIFS FOR ALUNE AND IM SOBBING ILHSM)

Alune would definitely invite you to her place and have a movie date with you

Both you and her would do your nails and play games before watching movies or series

She had to tell her twing that she was inviting you over and wants some privacy

So he went to hang out with the boys for the day while his sister has her special day

Before anything, she buys some snacks and asks you to bring anything you'd like, plushies, clothes, blankets, anything!!

She does your nails, you do her nails

She does your hair (with some struggle since aphelios is the one that does hair best), you do her hair

She turns every light off and on the couch, you both cuddle and ask questions to each other before watching the movie or series

After that, if there is time, you both play games! Whether board or online, you both enjoy your time

Her voice is very alluring, so every word she says, it takes all of your attention to her

Before you leave her place, she tells you to call her so she knows that you're safe

She knows how people are and wishes nothing bad to happen upon you

GAUSH SHE SO PRTTY I LOVE HER SMMM!!!!

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Note!

AAAAH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST, IT WAS SO SO CUTE!!!

I will say one thing, idk much about kayn, so I really have to do some research on his character. I'm also feeling a bit better, but tomorrow there won't be an update because I have a really long essay I have to write, and I'm very nervous about it 😭😭

Anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ITS SO SO CUTE!!! 💙💙💙💙

[keqqutie]

MOONLIGHT

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An aphelios x reader fic

wc: 2k

warnings: smut, slight angst (it's barely there if you squint), fem presenting reader, fingering, oral ,penetration, creampie, soft dom!aphelios x sub!reader

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Lying down in bed, you've been scrolling on your phone for what feels like an eternity. Life is super boring when you have nothing to do, and especially boring when your boyfriend , aphelios, isn't home. Speaking of, when will he be back anyway? it's getting pretty late, he should have been home by now. You sigh softly and get out of bed, heading over to the kitchen to make yourself some nice , warm green tea.

With the water in the kettle, set on the heater to boil, you look out the window. Winter sucks, not only is it cold, but all the plants are dead, and the days are way shorter. Not that your boyfriend minds anyway, being a lunari means he's a total night owl, despite your protests, begging him to go to sleep. You pour the water in your cup and wait for the tea to diffuse. Plopping down on a chair, you open the messaging app:

You: Hey, phel. Gonna be home anytime soon? 9:57 pm , read

No reply. Huh , that's awfully strange, he never leaves you on read. Oh well. You grab your cup of tea and head back to the bedroom, sitting down in bed and turning on the first movie you see. It's only when you're 30 minutes into watching "Legally Blonde" again that you hear the front door open. Putting on your slippers (fluffy bunny ones that he got you for your first anniversary), you eagerly head over to the front door. You're met with a pretty strange sight. It's aphelios, but something feels off. "Hi darling, rough day at work?" you ask gently, and place your hand on his arm reassuringly.

"Mhm, you could say that. sorry for being late." he says quietly. He's always been more soft spoken, but this is strangely quiet, even for him.

"What's up? you know you can tell me. C'mon, let's get you into bed and we can talk there, you need to relax after working all day." you take hold of his wrist with a soft smile. He begrudgingly follows you into the bedroom, where you keep prodding at him with questions. It's only when he sighs and looks into your eyes that you realize that maybe it wasn't something work related.

"Look," he starts, almost unsure, almost as if testing the waters "we've been together for almost three years now, and we haven't really done anything.. intimate. Is there something wrong with me? Am i unattractive, do i make you uncomfortable? Please, moonlight, you have to tell me." there's the aphelios you know and love, ever so worried about you and your wellbeing.

"It's not about you, phel. You haven't done anything wrong, i promise. I guess I'm just.. afraid? Not of you, but of intimacy in general. I mean, a lot of things can go wrong-"

"Moonlight, i would never hurt you, i promise. If there's one thing i care about, it's making you feel happy. Let me take care of you tonight, please my darling." he says with a pleading expression, and he's so sincere, you just can't deny him.

As soon as the word "alright" comes out from your mouth, he pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. It starts out slow, romantic, but you can tell he's losing control. His tongue prods at your lower lip, and when he nibbles on it, and you gasp, he deepens the kiss. One hand is resting on your waist while the other cups your neck softly. Pulling you onto his lap, you two make out for a while, grinding on eachother, until you have to pull away to catch your breath.

Your gaze meets his. he's looking into your soul, his usual dark, black eyes now holding a whirlwind of emotion within them. "I need you so bad, moonlight." He says, husky voice sending shivers down your spine. The way he holds you, so gently, it's comforting you, but the way he's talking, the fantasies he's planting in your head, it's driving you insane.

His hands move to rest on your hips, and before you know it, he's pulling you in for another passionate kiss. His grip tightens as he pulls you to grind on him, the buldge in his pants getting more and more noticeable every time he rubs you against him.

He knows exactly how to move you against him to make sure he hits your clit with every pass, making your brain more and more foggy with desire. But you know he's far from done. If there's one thing about aphelios you've learned throughout the years of dating him, is that he doesn't rush things. He takes his time, making sure everything is perfect.

A soft moan from your lips draws his attention, and he pulls away from the kiss, looking into your eyes, his own clouded with desire. "Does that feel good, moonlight?" he asks, moving one hand to cup your cheek. you nod shyly, but he shakes his head. "i need you to use your words, sweetheart. you can do that, right?" you blush softly and manage to finally mutter out something "yes, it feels good.."

He plants a soft kiss to your forehead, prioritizing your comfort. He flips you two around, so you're underneath him. He kisses you and slowly, his lips trail down, from your lips, to your jawline, and he moves down to you neck. His kisses start slow, soft , but turn more and more passionate as he continues. He licks up your neck, and when he gets to the juncture between your neck and jawline, he leaves a small hickey. You're moaning softly, shivering uncontrollably to his ministrations. You look up into his eyes , panting.

"You're so beautiful underneath me, moonlight." he says, cupping your cheek. "so good for me." The hand that was placed on your waist moves up to your chest, as he rubs your nipples through your tank top. "Phel…~ oh- that feels so good~" you whine softly , back arching into his touch. "So perfect.. my sweetheart, you're so gorgeous." he starts to slowly take your top off. "can i take it off?"

You nod eagerly , shivering slightly when he slides it off, blushing at being left bare beneath him. "can you.. take your shirt off too?" you ask shyly. With a small smile, he slides his shirt off, no hesitation. "Anything for you, moonlight. " He says quickly and starts to pepper kisses on your breasts, breath grazing over your nipples, kissing you so softly, just enough to make you needy, but not enough to actually relieve the ache in your core. He chuckles when you whimper "what's wrong, precious? desperate for my touch?" he starts to lick at your nipples, suckling on them. You're pretty much a moaning mess now, melting under his touch. You thread your fingers through his hair, moaning his name, like a desperate plea.

He slides your shorts off, and steps back from you, admiring you. He slides off his own sweatpants, mindful of your earlier shyness. Left only in his boxers, you can see just how hard he is, erection straining against his briefs. "doesn't that.. hurt?" you ask shyly. "doesn't matter, moonlight. I have to make you feel good first ,okay sweetheart?"

"okay.." He climbs back up on top of you, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hand slides down, cupping your core through your panties. you moan sweetly against his lips as he slowly starts to rub your clit through your panties "fuck, precious, you're soaked, even through your panties" he whispers reverently against your lips. He pulls back just slightly, to look into your eyes.

"f-feels good-" you can barely hold in your moans, his touch taking you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed, if only a bit of rubbing does this to you, how will you even handle the rest?, you think to yourself.

He wastes no time, pulling you into another kiss. His hands slowly work on sliding off your panties. "you're perfect. so perfect." He puts his hands on your thighs, moving down, breath hovering over your soaked core. He gently guides your legs to rest on either side of him, as he lies down, face to face with your dripping pussy. "i've wanted to taste you for so long, moonlight." His tongue dips inbetween your folds, and he grunts in satisfaction. He starts to eat you out like a starved man "so sweet" he sucks on your clit, and it feels like heaven. It's like nothing you've ever felt before ,so ,threading your fingers in his hair, you moan out his name. "i love you, moonlight." he whispers, face still against your soaking heat.

He prods at your entrance with a finger, and slowly slides it in. You moan at the foreign sensation, and it's not long before he adds another finger and starts scissoring them inside you. As soon as he feels some of the initial resistance go away, he resumes sucking on your clit with increased fervor. He curls his fingers to hit that spot inside you, and you cum hard with a cry of his name. He works you though your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings to you.

You're still panting after coming down from your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, and licks them clean. "you taste so good, moonlight. so good." he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. "I need to be inside you, sweetheart. I need to feel you." he says as he slides off his boxers. His sheer length and girth is impressive, almost scary, you aren't sure if it'll even fit. As if sensing your distress, he chuckles softly. "I'll be gentle, i promise." He plants a soft kiss yo your forehead, and lines himself up with your entrance. He guides your legs to his shoulders and rubs his head against your tight entrance, before slowly pushing in "fuck, moonlight. you're so tight."

You have never felt so full before, and it stings. You grab onto his arms and moan softly .He continues to push inside your tight channel, and soon, he's balls deep inside you, rubbing gentle circles on your clit to help you get used to the feeling. Your initial moans of slight pain turn into pleasure, and it's only when you beg him to that he starts to move. His head nudges against your g-spot with every thrust, and when he picks up the pace, you're rendered a moaning mess.

"Phel~ oh my god~ feels so good, faster, please." and he happily obliges, giving you what you want. he grabs your legs and spreads them wider, changing angle so he can hit your g-spot harder. With a loud moan of approval from you, he pounds into you. It's not long before you cum hard around him, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down.

"W-wait- phel- fuck!~ too much- feels too good-" He leans down and cradles your head with one hand, kissing your cheek soflty "I know, moonlight, just a little bit more, i promise. I'm so close, you feel so good." he peppers kisses on your neck and his free hand moves to your clit, rubbing it fast. The relentless pounding combined with the stimulation quickly sends you over the edge, and you cum again. He slows down his trusts, helping you ride out your orgasm, before slamming in balls deep and cumming inside you. "Fuck, moonlight. You're so perfect.." he whispers in your ear.

He props himself up on one hand and looks into your eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too, phel."

You can feel his still hard cock twitch inside you. It's about to be a long night…

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[mreowsu]

eng not my main language so I shall come forth and apologize if there were terms that I used in all the wrong ways that caused u english speakers cringe 😔 or am I.. anyway and I quote "he's a 10 but he's batshit insane (so an 11)" -milksuu, in that one phel fic that shall not be named

OPERA SERIA‎ / kinda yandere!aphelios x semi-oblivious!fem!reader

Watch your back, be smart. It does not care about wealth or status. Once it creeps in, unnoticed, it's too late.

cw modern au. established relationship. possessive/obsessive behavior. imprisonment. unbalanced power dynamic. brief mention of blood. alune is still a spiritual presence, supernatural powers still exist for plot rzns wc 5.2k

Leaning on the balcony, the cool pavement of marbled railing pressed against your elbows. The night was as dark as it could get; a mosaic of glittering white dots with the moon hung high in its rightful place. The air was crisp, and a little too cold for your liking, but you stayed put, clutching your half finished wine glass like a lifeline.

Your eyes drifted over the city ahead, it was a few kilometers from your home, give or take. Though far enough for the lights to look like distant little twinkling stars.

It was absurdly quiet, save for the distant sounds of occasional honking from cars and the shallow waters hitting the rocks below your home.

Your home. Perched high and above, far from the noise. It was a 'sanctuary', a place to keep you soundly safe, to make you feel safe. Yet tonight, you felt no better than a bird with lost feathers, nor a cat derived of its claws. It felt like a cage.

Your gaze wandered up the sky, where the moon's light engulfed you and eveything it could like an overly ambitious disco ball. "Gosh," you muttered, eyes squinting against the rays of light shooting down on you. "The moon is so extra tonight." You sighed, taking a swig of your wine.

You had everything you could ever dream of—and here you we're, in a ridiculously expensive penthouse, surrounded by more luxuries than a palace and still, you feel like.. like a gilded.. Potato.

You swirled the wine in the glass, watching it catch light.

"I've got a fridge stocked with gourmet cheese and artisanal crackers, but what's the point if there's rarely someone to argue with over the last slice of brie?" You mumbled into your palm, recalling the time you've ordered the refreshments with the intent of sharing them with your boyfriend—only to constantly be met with silence and an empty chair. It'd be far better suited to call him your roommate when you could count the times the both of you have been in the same room on one hand. Hell, even that might be too much.

You let a sigh escape and took a sip of your wine, savoring the irony. You had a view that could grace the cover of Architectural Digest, yet all you could think about was how dreadfully quiet and rigid it was.

Tapping your perfectly manicured nails on the pavement, you thought; you used to be fun. Remember fun? Parties, friends, laughter... Wait, did you even have friends or were they just really well-dressed placeholders?

You chuckled to yourself, picturing your so-called social circle. The faces blurred in your mind, all blending into a montage of selfies and Instagram stories. "Wow, I really hit the jackpot with that one," you snorted. "A thousand followers and not a single real conversation. Perfect." Another sigh.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the interior of your bedroom. Everything in there was either velvet, gold, or an unnecessary combination of both. It was like living inside a jewelry box, one that was perpetually too shiny.

You sighed again, this time louder just for good measure, in case the universe hadn't caught on your mood yet—or maybe it has, that would explain the overwhelmingly bright moonbeams sinking you. Perhaps, in a futile attempt in getting your soul to match it's radiance.

Your fingers tightened around your glass of wine. It was strange, really. To be surrounded with all these bling and shine, you felt oddly empty.

Is this how Batman feels? All moody and brooding in his high-tech lair, except, you don't have a Batmobile—you really wished you did though. Instead, what you had was just a ridiculous amount of shoes.

You eyes trailed over your walk-in closet, a shrine to retail therapy that had done little to stave off the creeping loneliness. But hey, you still we're real thankful for the red bottoms stashed in there.

"What kind of first-world problem is this?" You mused, you had always scoffed at the thought. You used to wonder if you'd really be happy accepting this lifestyle, liking this little life. But now, standing alone in your penthouse, you got it. You've totally got it.

Your eyes drifted back to the moon, and a bittersweet smile crept onto your lips.

"I wonder what Aphelios would say if he could see this."

Ah.. You chuckled at the thought of your boyfriend. Aphelios.

He was the source of all your luxuries, the reason you lived in this penthouse, dripping in designer everything. After all, his wealth and status as a lunari mercenary meant he had showered you with gifts that could give even the Kardashians a run for their money. Yet here you still we're, leaning on a fancy railing, feeling as empty as a busted piñata after a kids' party.

It wasn't that you didn't appreciate him—you did. In fact, your adoration for him could almost be considered too much. That was all you could do anyway. Give love, and be loved. You had poured so much of yourself to him, but there was a clear line between love and dependency, and somewhere along the way, that line had blurred. You wouldn't be obediently holed up in this penthouse in the first place if it hadn’t.

You cherished every part of him—well, as much as you could love someone who communicated mainly through occasional head nods. And when he did, it would be manipulative curt and controlling firm.

But despite the lifestyle, that by the way, you found out from Aphelios in his rare moments of sharings, that you could consider the nightly moonbeams as Alune watching over the two of you—still, you couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly and completely alone.

'Well, there's Alune and there's Aphelios,' you thought with a blue, lopsided smile. You imagined him standing next to you, all stoic and silent. Probably trying to communicate something profound with just a look.

Because that was all you could do, after all. Think and imagine.

"Hey, Aphelios," you weakly said towards the sky, "the moon's keeping an eye on me all too well. You should tell your sister to chill." That made you giggle.

What a strange life you led—wealthy, lonely, and dating a guy who had a direct line to the moon, who was also rarely home. If someone had told you this years ago, you would have laughed in their face. But now that you we're actually here, living this reality, you wondered who'd be laughing instead.

You thought about how much you had underestimated seclusion. 'You'd feel a tiny bit alone is all' my ass. You mocked. Is this how Alune feels? Seriously, you used to think that being rich would make you immune to it, like a fancy vaccine. But instead, it feels like you're the lonely princess in a tower, compensated with luxurious bags and platinum credit cards. A Rapunzel rip-off.

You could find a hobby, just something to pass time, since the last time you had tried to apply for a job, let's just say.. it ended with a few misguided conceptions.

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You sat at the dinner table, fidgeting with your fork, barely noticing the beautifully plated meal in front of you. Aphelios as usual, was quiet, his gaze focused on his food. Not even a blink sent your way. The moonlight streamed through the windows, a silent greeting from Alune. It casted a glow that seemed to make the guy sat across you even more ethereal, highlighting his angular features. If that was possible.

"So," Aphelios began lowly, he glanced up at you through dark lashes, breaking the silence. His voice had a slight rasp to it, you guessed it was from the noctum intake beforehand, though its effects had already worn off long ago. "I heard you were looking for a job."

Your fork clattered onto the table. You hadn't expected him to find out about your little secret application spree so soon. You had only applied for a few jobs—nothing major, just a couple of boutique shops and an art gallery. It wasn't about money; it was just about having something to do while he was off being the government's top asset all day.

You forced a casual smile, hoping to defuse the situation. "Oh, that." You picked your fork back up, "It was nothing serious, just something to pass the time, you know?"

Aphelios was silent for a moment, you figured he was chewing with the way his jaw suddenly tightened and flexed profusely, then set down his utensils, expression unreadable.

"I thought..." he blinked, "I thought we had everything we needed." He lifted his head, and you finally had a good look at him in a while; dark cascading hair, somehow a little longer than the last you've seen it, pale, even skin, high cheekbones and an angled jawline.

Eventually your eyes drifted towards the one thing you've been avoiding the whole meal; his eyes.

Because the moment you do; meant to chain and lock you in place. Imprisoned, just like a statue of a museum's hollowed halls, and the only means of serendipity is being fortunate enough to be frozen cold by the embrace of stone. His vision was already piercing right through you, as if waiting for you to meet his gaze the whole time you've been drinking him in with your own.

He stared at you with question, holding a look to his face—impassive and deathly cold. His lips were set in a natural line, neither smiling nor frowning, yet intense all the same. A mere feature that showed little of his displease, like a porcelain doll—perfectly unmoving, perfectly controlled. It was the face he wore during every argument, a reminder of the power he held over you, and a silent warning of the consequences if you dared to defy him. It's definitely an expression you'd need not be showing to a significant other in the moment of a brewing argument.

But, still, you held his eyes, despite the growing dread coiling in your stomach, as if obeying an unspoken royal’s decree. An absolute command—one that meant a grim fate if transgressed.

And his eyes said just that. Deep, dark voids of pure nothingness that seemed to lure you, pulling you deeper the longer you locked gazes. To break eye contact would be to admit defeat, to acknowledge his control. But the longer you stared, the more you felt yourself unraveling, falling deeper into the void that was him.

Aphelios must have sensed your weakening resolve, because his expression softened, just barely. It was enough to draw you in further, to make you believe, even if only for a moment, that he might actually care. But you knew better. Or at least, you should have.

Once Aphelios realized he's got you ensnared once again, wrapped in his cold, pale hands, he continued, "You have everything you need." a soft murmur—the sound was delicate, almost tender, almost imperceptible that had you straining to hear, desparate for each word, his utterance, the sound of his voice.

He had stated it in a matter-of-fact manner, but his eyes, however, told you a different story—black, glass of orbs, and you, foolishly reflecting in them. As if they had taken hold of your very soul, and no matter, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look away.

This was a man who have brought you the moon and stars—literally. Alune had probably blessed every piece of furniture in this penthouse.

If you knew any better, you’d have turned a deaf ear to the sly confusion and the hint of connivance hurt woven into his words.

Except, you didn’t, and you wouldn’t.

Senselessly, you’ll continue to fall for it. You always did.

His manipulation was a drug, one you couldn’t quit, no matter how much it distorted your mind, corrupted your soul. You believed each lie, clung to every promise, and followed his words like a moth to a flame.

And so, you continued to fall, right into his arms, where you were always meant to be. The hands that had you wrapped in their tightened their grip, pulling you closer, until you were wrapped up in him completely. This was where you belonged, where he wanted you, and despite everything, you wouldn't be able to resist. You couldn’t. Naively, because you love him.

Yet, how could you explain that you just wanted something of your own, something that wasn't tied to him? Why was it so hard to unpack baggage? What you really felt? To Aphelios?

Accompanied with the moonbeam's brilliance the seemed to reach greater heights, his statement from before seemed to flutter through the air like a caress, his whisper. It brushed against your ears, fleeting, and in response sent a shiver tracing its way down your spine like frost. As if it was your lover's wordless encouragement of getting you to talk.

With a deep breath, you complied. "It's not about needing anything," you gulped, trying to find the right words. "I just thought it would be nice to do something, to keep myself busy."

His face remained motionless, a sheet of ice. Though his gaze hardened, intensifying the dark pools within. You felt a pang of guilt stab through you, retract, then sheathing again, over and over. A relentless dagger.

It left your insides disarray. A gutted despair. This would explain how your insides are red; from the savage guilt that viciously attacked you for daring to go against Aphelios' wishes, when he only desired for you to be in a place he deemed safe.

"Then, were you going to do this without telling me?" Aphelios asked, his voice calm but with an edge that sliced through your defenses. Pathetic. Who were you kidding? One look, and they’d be down like they were never there in the first place. "Were you planning on keeping secrets from me?"

You swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise up your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your chair, feeling suddenly very small under his scrutinizing gaze, you could feel him burning holes into you. He was waiting, expecting, your reassurance. You knew what he wanted to hear, and a part of you longed to give it to him, to say the words that would ease his possessive grip, at least for a moment. But the other, wiser part of you, the part that had secretly sought a way out, screamed at you otherwise.

"I wasn't trying to keep a secret. I just... didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"No?" Aphelios leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Not a big deal?"

You notice him shift between your eyes, searching your face for expressions—any kind of reaction, to unearth one more wrong move of yours, something to tick a mark off his painstaking list of reasons to justify his own demands of you. When you didn't humor him, his lips moved.

"You're applying for jobs as if our life together isn't enough."

'As if what I'm providing you isn't enough.' is what he meant to say, you knew.

The porcelain mask of his face threatened to crack, with the way he's trying to hold back a frown. His lips twitched while the dark of his eyes swirled in malaise. "What else are you hiding?"

You let your brows furrow, and the room seemed to grow colder, a cold breeze brushing against your skin. The sudden chill made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. Goosebumps, like tiny diamonds of frost, began to adorn your skin. They spread gently, like the touch of moonlight across a quiet lake. Your arms, once warm, now bore the delicate, cold tracery of Aphelios’ voice. Timbres of his seemed to quiet even the whistling of wind outside the windows. Yet your insides screamed impending doom, a contrary to the stillness of the room.

You hadn't thought it would come to this. It was just a few applications, just a whim. You didn’t realize it would strike such a chord with him.

"I'm not hiding anything," you said softly, "I just thought I could find something to do, something that makes me feel useful." A reason to leave this place.

Each time you opened your mouth, you feared you'd be saying the wrong things, adding fuel to fire, and worse, having your boyfriend tighten his clutches around you. And unfortunately, much to your obliviousness, is already happening.

He was quiet once more, only peering at you with lidded eyes, yet somehow, his silence was far more alarmingly menacing, pressing down heavily on your shoulders. You struggled to breathe.

The goosebumps trailing your skin increased, and you found yourself immobilized once more.

It hurt.

Like two glinting fangs, its sharpness promising allurance and pain. They pierced through your tender skin, slowly and with deliberate grace. They held your limbs in place. Blood welled up, like crimson flowers blooming under its pale moon.

Your pale moon.

It was a silent devotion, a willing offer for drinking and feeding. They continue to sink words into your flesh, through your veins, seeping through each fibre of your body, to ultimately snaking in your head, it left your mind ahaze of any rationale thinking and with only one thing; to never leave.

And it hurt.

You heard red, loud sirens wailing in your head. Constantly blinking in your mind like a strobe light and flashing the words: danger, danger, danger.

The sound thrummed your very limbs, threatening to replace order of the first that's currently flowing through your veins. Urgency throbbed beneath your skin.

Something was wrong.

As you stared back at your lover's eyes, deep and unreadable, you were suddenly reminded that he is, in fact, a mercenary of the government. A warrior for hire. A private military contractor. Hell, he's their top fucking asset.

You haven't given it much thought before, but as that fact sunk deeper into the crevices of your head, your instincts sharpened and your senses heightened. The blaring got increasingly louder, each wail a desperate plea, a cry, warning you of the man before you was very, very much dangerous.

He could do whatever to you, and you'd be defenseless.

Your vision blurred and the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes poised to slip at your revelation.

Aphelios noticed your tears, and took the liberty to talk himself.

"You don't think your presence here is enough? You don't think being with me is enough?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, almost calculated, but each word hit you like a blow. It felt hostile, he felt hostile and you wished he had stayed silent instead.

Your face twisted and burned with hot tears, no matter how tight you clasped your hands on your lap, tears hovered on the brink and wet your lashes.

Your breathe came in shallow, uneven gasps as the first escaped from the corner of your eye, tracing a glistening, burning path down the delicate crevice of your cheek. It was followed by another, then another, and another, until your fingers left your lap to desperately wipe at your face in hopes to still the steady streaming.

You wondered how he could have said such a thing. How had a simple desire to pass the time turned into this? You had always thought the both of you had a mutual understanding, that your lives together, while unconventional, were fulfilling. But, now you saw the cracks, the things left unsaid that had festered until this moment.

"I didn't mean it that way," you pleaded. "I just... I just wanted something for myself."

Aphelios stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The action caught you off guard, and you let a quiet sob escape you, shoulders trembling.

He tapped a finger on the table, and your eyes followed it—avoiding his eyes. "If my opinions in this relationship don't matter, then maybe we need to rethink everything."

The words slipped out, cold and calculated, but Aphelios didn’t mean them—not really. He just needed to hear you say it, to contradict the words. To deny the possibility of a world without him in it. He needed to know that you were still his, as much as he was yours.

Aphelios wouldn’t hurt you, not physically, anyway. That much was true. But the idea of you straying, of seeking solace or purpose outside of the relationship, was unbearable. He couldn’t let it happen. He wouldn’t. You were important to him. So sweet to him. So dutiful. So compliant.

You felt the weight of the words press tenfold down on you, his presence almost oppresive. Leaving you no room for indulgence. After all, his words were absolute. Still, you wanted to look at him, to see the emotion in his eyes, if he really meant what he said. But something held you back—fear, perhaps, or maybe the unsettling knowledge that you were standing on the edge of something far more dangerous.

You didn’t respond right away, and the silence gnawed at him, a bitter, growing void that threatened to consume him whole. He kept his face impassive, but inside, he was shitting his pants.

Maybe now would be a definite time to drink the poison and forever hold his tongue. Perhaps, even Alune could help, but he didn't like the thought of his sister lecturing him with the way he handles his relationships, what did she know? She could never understand. You and him—your love exclusively festered for him, and your bond was something only for the both of you to understand.

Speaking of which—you, your silence was starting to bother him, and he could feel the unease creeping in, a gnawing sense of discomfort, unfamiliar as it was unwelcome. Could you be thinking of leaving? Had you found something or someone else that filled the space he once occupied in your heart? Was that why you were applying for jobs?

No. That couldn’t be.

But you won't even look at him. Your eyes, usually so full of warmth and light, were now trained on his finger tapping the table, avoiding his gaze. It stung, more than he would ever admit, but he couldn’t let that show. Not now.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, and Aphelios fought the urge to break it himself. He needed you to speak, to reassure him, to remind him that you were still his, that you hadn’t changed your mind. But the longer you remained quiet, the more his composure began to fray at the edges.

Why weren't you saying anything? Were you challenging him, testing his patience? Or were you afraid, too afraid to speak? He likes to think it was the latter—fear was easier to control, easier to mold. But what if it wasn’t fear at all? What if you were growing distant, slipping away from him little by little?

He absolutely could not allow that.

He tapped his finger on the table again, and the silverware on the table jumped and clinked from the sheer insistence, hoping to draw you out, to force you to meet his eyes. But you just stared at the spot where his finger touched the wood, refusing to look up, refusing to acknowledge the tension that was building inbetween.

His mind raced, cycling through possibilities, searching for the right words, the right approach to pull you back. He needed to act quickly before the silence turned into something worse, something he couldn’t control.

“Talk to me,” Aphelios finally said, his voice softer now, though still laced with the dangerous edge from before, a countermeasure to your reaction, a brace for impact. “Don’t shut me out.”

You finally peered up at him with trembling eyes, "Sit down, please." you whispered, looking up at him through tear-filled vision. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't matter. I won't apply for any more jobs. I promise."

Aphelios' shoulders sagged slightly, but there was obviously still tension in his body. Usually, you were so predictable, thoughts and feelings an open book that he could read at a glance. But now, you were starting to shut him out, keeping things from him, and it was driving him mad. 

Wordlessly, he sat back down, picking up his fork again, though his appetite seemed as absent as yours.

The room was silent, save for the soft, stifled sounds of your sobbing. The tears continued to fall, dropping on the marbled plate before you. Aphelios only continued to eat in silence, eyes focused on his food, as if choosing to shut out the sounds of your sobs for his betterment. How hypocritical of him, now he was the one shutting you out. He even had the audacity to act as if the sight of you hurt him more.

The clink of cutlery resounded in the room, mingling with your cries.

You know, this could've been a sick beat. You'd most definitely sample this if you worked as a musician. But due to circumstances, that seemed like a distant dream. Very out of reach, if you will.

As the minutes wore on, the tears began to slow, leaving a damp trail on your cheeks, you sat there exhausted. The fight drained out of you, and the remnants of Aphelios' oppression drying on your skin.

For now, you kept your head down, eating your meal in silence, resigned to a life where your every move would be watched, where every desire would have to be weighed against Aphelios' better judgment.

Because you were his. From the moment you met, he had known it—had felt the pull of fate wrapping like an unbreakable chain. You were his only means of salvation in this barren wasteland. He loved you, adored you, but that love came with a price. It meant that you had to be his and his alone. No one else could have you. No one else could even think of touching you, of taking you away from him.

Aphelios peered up from his plate of food, watching you closely, eyes narrowing as he tried to read your expressions, to understand what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. You were thinking—probably—debating, weighing options. And he needed to be sure that, in the end, there would be only one option left for you..

Him.

A cage, yes, that’s what it was, and you, the willing prisoner. Not one you could see or touch, but a cage all the same. It would be of his making, crafted carefully and patiently, with just enough room for you to breathe, but never enough to leave. You wouldn’t even know you were in it until it was too late.

‎You would walk right into it willingly, he was sure of that. He just needed to dangle the right treat, say the right words, and you would follow. And once you were inside, he would close the door and lock it, forever.

He smiled, just a little, as he watched you struggle with your thoughts. You were precious to him, so very precious. And he would do whatever it takes to keep you, to make sure you stayed right where you belonged.

In the palm of his hand.

And since then, you would never do anything without Aphelios knowing. It wasn't worth the arguments, the hurt. But never, ever would you bite down your own tongue, you'd rather much choose to die.

Welp, there goes your social life.

So.. knitting, pottery, talking to houseplants—or rather, yourself... something to fill the silence, to distract yourself of the unshaking feeling of loneliness that just seemed to follow you wherever like a loyal dog.

You pondered, picturing yourself hunched over a potter's wheel, clay smeared on your face.

"Yeah, that's not happening."

You sighed, taking a last swig of your wine. A gust of wind blew against you, and you pulled your robe tighter. You wrapped an arm around yourself, though not for warmth but, perhaps to hold yourself together.

"If only I'd known." You mused aloud, glancing at the moon. You could almost imagine Alune winking, as if to say, 'Yeah, girl, get used to it.'

You guessed that was one of the things Aphelios liked about you, and one of the things you hated about you. Your heart, so expansive and eager to love. The way you'd embrace every nuance of his affection and all the things not. Even at the cost of your own, in exchange for his struggles, his pain. You loved too hard, too deeply, and sometimes it felt more like a burden rather a gift.

The intensity of your own feelings oftentimes led you overwhelmed, open, and exposed. And that was exactly just what Aphelios needed. Ensuring you in the curl of his cold fingers.

If you loved, the type to pour your heart out into every gesture and word, he'd match your fervor with a devotion that bordered on the obsessive.

It wasn't enough for him to love you just as much as you loved him; he needed to surpass it, to ensure that his affection enveloped you entirely, as much as he'd see fit. So your heart would only react to him, your mind respond to him, until the only name branded into your mind was his, and only his. Aphelios.

His love was a force as captivating as it was consuming. And when he loved, it was all-encompassing. Surging with every heartbeat, a tempest that sought to claim every corner of your entire being.

He needed to be the center of your world, and in return, he made sure his revolved around you.

The whole thing manifested in small ways, a devotion that demanded your full submission, your surrender. So, it'd be safe to say that with the intensity of your own feelings, he'd just be mirorring and magnifying with his own.

You're just as insane as him.

You glanced back inside, a palace of pristine luxury. Every piece of furniture, every glittering surface, screamed extravagance. And it was all a gift from Aphelios but, his constant absence turned it into a feeling of living in a golden-velveted birdcage.

It was ironic, really. He's out fighting who-knows-what, while you were left to rattle around in his absence.

You leaned further over the balcony, dramatically slinging an arm out and clenching the wine glass tighter in your other hand.

"What's the point of having a boyfriend if he's never around to eat food I ordered? Or, you know, just be here?"

A truck honked from afar, loud enough to catch you off guard. To stir you from nonsense. You stood up straight, shook your head and let out a wistful laugh.

You could wait for Aphelios, though he'd most likely be back at the wee hours of midnight, or tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that, or next week—still, you find his silence more comforting than any words could ever be. Well, the type of silence where he's not pissed. 

Anyhow, he'd always come back home to you. You're sure, because if he went and stayed the night at another's—you'd be damn sure to return the favor and snap his neck.

Tonight, you're content to just stand here and let the moon's ridiculous glow remind you of him. Light engulfing you whole.

"Okay, Alune," you said, shaking your head with a smile, "you win this round, you crazy celestial diva."

With that, you would retreat back inside, to where your luxurious prison awaited.

Maybe you'd light some candles, pour another glass of wine, and pretend that the moon's glow was just the world's most elaborate nightlight, instead of a reminder of your lover's semi-present life.

As you stepped back into the penthouse, you glanced one last time at the moon. "My love," you whispered to the sky.

"Hope you're out there being all heroic and broody. And maybe, just maybe, thinking of me too."

© 2024 mreowsu

[milksuu]

Hii! This is my first time sending a request haha! Well, could you Heartsteel Aphelios with Reader who’s a hardcore Gamer?

(I mean, like ungodly amounts of hours on a multitude of games. Always hitting new high scores. And the classic, eyebags from lack of sleep.)

⌜heartsteel!aphelios x fem!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ YOU CAN'T WIN A GIRLFRIEND IN A 1 V 1 ! ❞

❥ prompt: Aphelios thought there wasn't a single soul in the entire universe stupid enough to challenge him to a 1v1. But apparently, the 'God of Gaming' thought to use their last brain cell to bet their final testament. Little did you know, you'd fall from grace, then forced to play in some idols sick twisted game of pay-back. ❥ content/warnings: enemies to lovers vibe, affectionate bullying, name calling, teasing, fake relationship, fluff (?), 100% emotional dmg ( + crit. bonus on reader)

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ 'GOD OF GAMING'....that's what they call you. An immortal being born to play and dominate the realm of video games in all facets. Sleep's inevitably for the weak and uncommitted. It's a mark of honor to wield dark, heavy under bags beneath your eyes, so long as it meant keeping your rightful place on the throne.

Even in the realm of FPS, no one dares contest your dominance on top of the leaderboard. It's impossible for anyone who even thinks to get more than three hours of daily sleep. Until this night, at the deathly hour of 3 A.M on a Tuesday, an unknown player sweeps in announced. First round on top was a newby flook. You were busy taking a few breaks in game to sip on your energy drink. Second time, the damn bastard is kill stealing from even your weakest team mates. Third time he makes top of the leaderboards...now that's a personal attack on your reputation.

It's not long till various social tweets race like wildfire across all media platforms. Nothing more than constant jabs and reminders of how fickle your place is in this revolving door of a world. It makes you crinkle your fifth can of gamer fuel. There's only one way to respond to this usurper trying to contest your territory.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS sits back in his chair, tapping a finger on his desk. He narrows his eyes against a blaring screen. Who even was this? He had no clue. All he can recall is playing some random game out of boredom, then a monsoon of social tweets pestering him and some other guy who likes gaming. Maybe a little too much, he suspects.

He does his own social media rummaging, scuffing at his findings. You practically live inside your room, dedicating your whole life to playing video games. Apparently, it's your entire livelihood. He doesn't envy you one bit; pity is the better word that comes to mind. Your entire aesthetic is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers everything (probably your man boobs), and even your face. Except for your eyes. Holy hell, those eyebags were heavier than Sett's banana hammock on a hot summer's day.

Lazily, he opens up his calendar; checking event dates, rehearsal dates, fan meet dates. Tomorrow's his only free day for the week. Luckily for you, that's the one day you demanded from him. And of course some holed-up undesirable would ask another guy to challenge him at a internet cafe. No big deal. He'd set aside a few minutes to put you in your place. Then, completely forget about your entire existence the next day.

Aphelios accepts the challenge and locks in the date. When the day of divine retribution comes, he shows up twenty-minutes before hand. He purposely waits in front of the internet cafe you chose. Only to enjoy the sight of watching some idiot (you) sweating in a hoodie, barely able to catch your breath before you stood at his feet. Oddly enough, something different turns the corner. Eye-catching, even.

"Hey. Looks like you didn't chicken out on me," you comment, brushing away your done up hair from your shoulder. "Guess I'll give you kudos for that."

Aphelios does a double-take, trying to process the image of you online to what's standing in front of him. From his perspective, you look every bit of a model that just stepped out of a photo shoot. Where did those bags go? Man boobs? No, girl boobs? Was being reversed cat-fished a thing?

(Imagine the power of a whole eight hours of sleep and wardrobe change)

You quirk a brow at his silent, mile-long stare. "Um, yeah. Let's make this quick. I have plans to go shopping after this. So I want to get this over with so I can get on with my day. Sound good to you?"

Before he can respond, you brush pass him, slipping through the doors behind. Blinking away his sense of whiplash, Aphelios follows. It's not surprising to find a group of fans swarming and buzzing around the entire place. He's still stun-locked by your unexpected appearance. Observing as you go about in graceful fashion, greeting and hugging those in support of you.

"How about we make a deal before we start," you approach him again, placing your hands hotly on your hips. "I win, and you announce on all your social media platforms that I'm the better player. And your terms?"

Aphelios pauses. He made a hasty assumption. Thinking you were some guy living like a wall rat inside his own apartment. The slight margin of error has his lips curling in the most sadistic fashion. This was going to work out much more in his favor. And there's no intention of letting you off so easily. Being an attractive girl was never a default for mercy. He pulled out his cell, and typed the following:

If I win, you have to be my girlfriend for a month.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ YOU READ the words out loud, and the whole atmosphere cuts to silence. Your mouth trembles, before you burst with laughter as does the rest of the room. Clutching your cramping stomach, you swat the air in frantic motions. "Y-You can't be serious," you say with attempts to catch your breath. "You think you're going to win? That's so funny. How embarrassing for you. To think you'd even have a single chance to date me." Calming your breaths, you send him one final death glare and spit out the word. "Delusional."

Walking to take your seat, you ignore his unfaltering gaze trailing you. There's a glint in his eyes that tells you he's enjoying whatever hamster wheel is spinning inside his head. You need to add the poor hamster is obviously sick, forced into labour and probably part of a lab experiment.

When the match starts, no one feels the need to invest too much into the game. You were, after all, the 'God of Gaming'. It wasn't going to be a fair match to begin with. Until the game ends before anyone can blink twice; especially you.

The rule to win the round was simple; land the first headshot. Needles to say, you didn't.

Your eyes widen against the screen. Your death screen pops, and your lifeless body collapses. Adding unnecessary amounts of salt in the wound, your scumbag of an opponent crouches over your head. Repeatedly. Your trembling vision shifts away, past your monitor to the opposite side. Slowly, Aphelios leans casually into view, a cocky eyebrow cinched high into his forehead.

You grit your teeth, hand tightening into fists that would mark the inside of you palms. Pestering whispers and scandalous talk rise and echo around you. There's no way to escape the shame. You bow your head in defeat. What else can you do? There wasn't any use in fighting. You have to save whatever drop of class and honor you have left. Anything out of pocket, and your whole reputation could crumble. You push yourself away from the desk, pacing to meet your bastard of an opponent on the other side.

"Good...good game," your voice strangles to leave your tight lips. You try hard not to ruin your face with a scowl. Especially when Aphelios stands pretty damn tall, staring down at you like a child that just had good a spanking. Taking out his phone, he shows you some text:

Sure. Guess you would call it a good game. And now that you're my girlfriend, it's only reasonable to go on a date with me. As my reward and all. Those were the terms. Right?

The blood inside your veins boil. You want nothing more than to slap that phone out of his hands, and crush it beneath your heels. You reserve to grinding your teeth. Aphelios merely smiles through a devilish crinkle in his blood moon eyes. And it's now dawning on you; he's made a full-proof plan to make you suffer.

From what I know, girlfriend's hold onto their boyfriends hands. And also call them 'babe' as a loving pet name. Right?

You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now. Holding your breath, you withhold it from your surrounding scrutiny. When he reaches out his hand, you take it tensely. He chuckles when your manicured nails dig aggressively into the skin of his hand.

It’s cute how badly my girlfriend wants to hold my hand. I’d be careful, though. The harder she squeezes, the more I kind of like it.

You gulp and loosen your grip. Honestly, where the hell does he get off saying stuff like that so casually? How humiliating. And it was just the start of your month of impending doom.

Like any ‘proper’ date, he drags you to one of his usual spots in town for a meal. It's odd to witness him take the lead so naturally; as if you really were his damn girlfriend. When he offers to order and pay for the both of you, you almost hesitate. However, you weren't going to turn down a free meal. Even if it came from your current worst enemy.

“Oh. Um…then I’ll have the burger. No pickles.” Aphelios sends you a yard long stare, and you know he's siphoning you for more. You blush, turning a cheek. “Please, b-babe?”

You can tell he leers underneath his mask, like a cat whose gotten his cream. He leaves you briefly, before returning and setting a tray of food in front of you. For a moment, you stare at the hamburger with warranted skepticism. You raise your pair of squinting eyes at Aphelios, whose already pulled down his mask to quietly enjoy his meal. After a beat, you lower your restraints, and slowly take a bite. You immediately stiffen and gag, spitting up into a napkin. There's definitely pickles—loads of them.

Aphelios almost chokes on his own laugher at your award winning expression of disgust. He slides his phone across the table:

Oh. Sorry. I thought you said extra pickles. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Freaking bastard! Before you can smack his phone off the table, he snatches it back to the safety of his pocket. With a growl, you slough off the heaps and slices of fermented food. You're able to de-pickle the patty, but there's little joy in eating something with the faint essence of the nastiest condiment.

And after a not-so-enjoyable lunch, he takes you to a nearby pâtisserie for dessert. While waiting, and you have a half a mind to run out. Or call the local circus so they can come get their evil clown back. You're terrified to see what he's planning to bring you. And when he does, your mouth instantly waters. You stare down at a cute, decorative dessert parfait. It looks perfect with no hidden pickles (don't put it past him though). Your eyes glisten at the extravagant layers of yogurt, fruit compote, and whipped cream. Not to mention, the glazed whole strawberries on top, glittering with snow powder sugar. Giddy with excitement, you almost forget the silent devil sitting next to you. Before you can take the first bite, Aphelios intercepts your hand, brings it to his lips, and claims it for himself.

There's only one spoon, you know. And like any good girlfriend, it only makes sense to hand feed her boyfriend. Down to the very. last. bite.

There's a twitch in your face. You really want to dump the whole dessert pile onto his head. Unfortunately, that would be a major insult to the parfait. Exhaling your fury through your nostrils, you belly the desire to murder him with a plastic spoon. Grumbling, you perform your embarrassing 'girlfriend' duty. Nearing the end of this round of torture, he smiles—all at your expense, of course.

Wow. Am I full. Thanks for that. I'm actually feeling kind of generous from all your devoted attention. Tell you what. I'll let you have the last bite.

"Yeah, right," you snort. "Like I would ever share the same spoon with you, let alone anything you've touched on this Earth—hmph!" Before you can finish your berating monologue, Aphelios flips your hand around and slips the spoon inside your mouth.

ㅉㅉ You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Silly. You might choke. And I rather not have that on my conscious.

You whine, trying to swallow your way through a verbal tantrum. Who knew it'd be so difficult to argue with delicious yogurt in your mouth? Still, reality settles shortly after the sweetness melts from your tongue. A certain thought springs a bitter aftertaste. For all intents and purposes, you both just shared an indirect kiss.

You smack the spoon on the table, feeling your face heat up. Yet, he's just sitting there, sly with composure. Not bothered by any of it—this sick 'fake dating' sims game. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair! How many times did you have such an experience through your dating visual novel games? Too many to count. Yet, despite all those perfect moments with your various 2-D boyfriends, this fake 3-D imposter, just ruined the whole trope experience for you. There was no way you could replay those scenes and not think about your suffering today. You would damn this man to Hell again, but obviously, he enjoys vacationing there.

It was funny when you thought your gruelling date would conclude after dessert. Aphelios made sure to think of various, and random places to drag you to for no good reason. He's perfecting the art of physically and mentally exhausting you. Stroll in the park? He may or may not have put a caterpillar on your head. Watch you freak out about it, and then relish in having you beg him to help you. Lovely time window shopping at an outdoor mall? He makes sure to slip away and watch you panic trying to find him in the mass of busy bodies. Before you know where your head's at, you blink up against lit downtown buildings, store fronts and street lights.

Well, today's been fun. Just one last thing to make this date perfect. Something my girlfriend will definitely love.

An all too knowing smile creases his mask again. Taking your hand, he leads you away to the next destination in mind. With your eyes half-lidded with fatigue and feet already beaten to a pulp by your heels, you force yourself to stop caring. Like everything else, you'll just go along with it and pray it's over soon.

⌜LUV-U ♡ HOTEL⌟

Your mouth drops at the sight of a pink and flickering neon sign a few steps away. Did he really just drag you to a Love Hotel!? You swallow hard. Nevermind, you did care. You cared a lot! "This has to be a joke, right? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you take me inside—"

You're cut short as you're tugged forward. Nearing the entrance, your heart pounds louder than the surrounding nightlife. Your thoughts are racing. And watching another couple walk out looking rather satisfied with their stay doesn't help your emotions at all. That is, until he casually leads you past the hotel and around the corner, where there's vending machine against the wall. He releases his hold and gestures to it.

What are you talking about? Take you inside where? And no. There's no joke about this being the best vending machine in town for canned coffee. ㅎ_ㅎ

You stare with dumbfounded horror as he purchases two cans, and places one in your stiff hands. You look down at your coffee and contemplate just about everything up till this point. How big of a mistake it was to meet someone like him. Worse yet, be at his mercy over a stupid bet you set in place...and actually lost. How did your life turn out this way? Regret and humiliation well up as tears against your eyes. You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth. With the last of your dignity on the line; you'd rather die at this point than cry in front of him.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS lowers his drink from his lips, watching you from the side of his lashes. Looks like you were at your limit. Maybe he went a little too far. But every bit of his ego wants to rationalize it was well deserved. A pestering knot tightens like a fist at the base of his sternum. It bothers him enough to turn his neutral expression into a frown. His gaze catches your trembling legs, and traces them all the way down to your heels. His eyes widen by a margin; it's insane to think you hadn't complained about your feet hours ago. Looks like that knot wasn't going away anytime soon.

He tosses away your cans and raises his phone:

Take off your heels.

"What?" You're at a complete loss for words. Was he now going to force you to walk barefoot on the gross streets? You shake your head. "No way. Forget it. If you want me to take them off so bad, then do it yourself—Jerk!"

Aphelios flutters his eyelids in annoyance. More so that, for a split moment, he found himself not entirely hating the insult used against him. Forgetting the stupid interruption of his brain, he bends down and starts unlacing your straps. "H-Hey, wait a second you freaking weirdo. I didn't actually mean it literally."

It doesn't take much effort to hoist you onto his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and press your thighs snug against his waist. He anticipates a spit fire reaction. To his surprise, you simply huff and puff out your cheeks, muttering another possible insult. Honestly, he was sure you would've taken this opportunity to choke him out in a headlock. (He would've done it, but glad you didn't).

With a final adjustment, he hands you his cell phone, open with the map application. It seems it takes you a moment to realize he wants you to put your address so that he can dump you back wherever you live.

"You really plan on carrying me all the way to my house?" He can't see your expression, but by delivery alone, he can hear the blush in your cheeks. After a few taps and a mutter, he gets his phone back. "You better delete my address later. Or your new name's going be 'Stalker'."

Aphelios can't help but scuff. Like he would waste any more of his free time on inflating your already big head. He wonders how you even manage to fit your head through any shirt holes.

For a short while, you don't speak. As he walks through more quieter neighborhood streets, he feels your body condense further into his back.

"Mm, you know, for a being a cold jerk...somehow, you feel super warm," you breathe sleepily against his earlobe.

After a mumble or two, you commit to a terribly sleepy idea. Closing your eyes, you place your lips against his neck. Lingering, your mouth is soft and warm against his skin. Slightly sticky from whatever lip gloss you still have left. After the longest moment of his life, you abandon your spot. But he can feel your sleep drunk smile from how close your lips still are.

"Heh, there..I already kissed you, so...now you can't make me do it later....jerk."

When you finally doze off with light breathes and snores, Aphelios comes to a complete halt. It takes a moment to process. Then, without his consent, his neutral complexion flushes bright pink. The spot where you kissed him feels like it's burning a hole straight through him, down to his thumping pulse. He exhales a hot and heavy breath. It's warm enough to puff in the night air. With a shake of his head, he finds his walking pace, continuing towards your apartment.

He refuses to let you sway him with whatever tricks and flirts you have up your sleeve. He wasn't a swoonful idiot like most. And Aphelios knows he has a whole month worth of you still left. He'd make sure you always knew who you were dealing with. And by the end of it all, he'd make sure you'd never be able to get him off your mind.

A brewing smirk lifts one corner of his lips. This game was going to be more fun than he expected. And just like every other game, he would ultimately win.

Too bad for you, he mused to himself.

an;; ahhh thank you all for all your sweet messages i've been receiving through my hiatus. really appreciate it. trying to get back in the swing of things of answering anon. reqs. and working on my cleaning lady fic as well.

ngl, i swear, i hc so hard the phel can be such a sadistic/vengful bitch hell bent ruining anyone's life. like hes so unbothered by things and keeps to himself, that the minute you try to test him in that department, yeah no, you're officially on his shit list for life. how sweet how my man can hold grudge. <3

[ursett]

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄.”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. virgin aphelios is needy and wants your attention — smau, oral/joi, drabble

ii. ☾⊹₊ ⋆

╰﹕ phel's corruption

﹕ Aphelios' apartment created a cozy but quiet atmosphere, one that only seemed to emphasize his growing restlessness. He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone in hand, hesitating as he tried to find the right words.

Finally, he decided to reach out. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he nervously typed.

﹕ As he awaited your arrival, Aphelios tidied up a bit, his actions motivated by the excitement of your visit. Every sound from outside made him anticipate your presence more.

When the doorbell finally rang, Phel hurried to answer it. You stood on the doorstep, your warm smile and relaxed demeanor instantly lifting his spirits.

“Hey,” Aphelios greeted softly, stepping aside to let you in. “Thanks for coming.”

You stepped inside, looking at him with a caring expression. “Hey, of course.”

Aphelios’ eyes softened with relief and affection. “I’ve been really wanting to be close to you. Just… needed you here.”

You reached out, taking Aphelios’ hand with a comforting squeeze. “I’m here now.”

You moved to his bedroom, laying close beside Aphelios. He leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder, feeling the comfort of your presence.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late,” Aphelios murmured, his voice full of sincerity.

You gently stroked his hair. “Don’t worry about it. I will always be here for you when you need me.”

Your words filled Phel's body with warmth. A smile brushed upon his face, his eyes twinkling while looking into yours. You pushed your lips against his in a tender kiss, which quickly deepened.

The kiss was full of longing and passion, both of you expressing how much you desired each other. Aphelios' hands roamed, exploring and discovering an unfamiliar desire as you both gave in to the rising heat.

You guided Aphelios to lie back on the couch, your bodies pressing close together. "Is this what you needed, my moon?" You sneered as you rubbed his bulge that was forming below you. Phel let out a small gasp as his body flinched at your touch.

With a nod of approval, Phel lifts his backside up slightly, high enough that you can begin to remove his clothing. Every movement was deliberate and sent shivers down his spine.

Hesitantly, Aphelios grabs your wrist, which was previously rubbing his erection. "I don't know how to…"

"Shh," you interrupted, "let me guide you."

You shift yourself downward, face-to-face with his warmth. Grabbing onto his thigh, you graze your tongue along his shaft, circling his sensitive tip. As simple as this movement is, Aphelios' face flushes a bright red.

Your other hand rests at his base, occasionally assisting your intake with gentle strokes. His length beat the back of your throat as your mouth enveloped him.

His back arched as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth. Phel's whimpers filled the air; he's only growing needier by the minute.

"I can't take it anymore," he huffs. With a swift movement, Aphelios sits up, pulling your head off of his lap.

You stutter as it seems something has taken over Phel's mind, "W-What?" A hunger that could be denied no longer.

Aphelios pulls you up onto the couch, tearing off your clothes in the process. Assuming your position, you raise your ass to his waist. Phel's eyes roam over your body, tracing every curve and line with longing.

Finally, he grabs ahold of your waist, pulling your backside closer to him. From below, you guide his shaft, inserting him into your heat. Phel's hips start to buck as you rock your ass back and forth.

Aphelios, in his primitive state, suddenly thrusts himself into you. His harsh rise in motion causes you to moan louder. Leaning over, his chest meets your back, amplifying your senses.

Your moans drove Phel crazy, making his thrusts more and more relentless. In the heat of the moment, his teeth dig into your shoulder, causing you to squeal. "Aphelios~!" you call out.

Ignorant to your cries, he leaves hickies and bite marks all over your back. "Phel," you grunt in between breaths. "What has gotten into you?"

He couldn't help himself; his pounding only got more intense as he reached his own peak. You feel his teeth pierce again, this time into your neck. At the same time, your womb is filled with Phel's thick secretion.

He didn't even notice the intensity of his own orgasm as he reveled in the squelching noises of your tight pussy sucking the digits in deeper, your walls growing impossibly tighter and forcing him to pause.

Phel's eyes glazed over at your blissed-out expression, noting the way your back moved with each deep breath. "Again?" he asked in a quiet tone, his grasp around your hips tightening slightly.

⤏ table of contents ☽☾ divider by @cafekitsune

[sidemari]

• SFW Headcanons Collection •

How do you both spend quality time together.

Characters included: Aphelios, Ezreal, Hwei, Jayce, Jinx, Kayn, Sett, Viktor, Yasuo and Yone [separately] x Fem!Reader

Mari's notes: It's just a silly and cute post. The part of the text involving Sett and Yone was written with me particularly thinking about @nana2amuro <3

Aphelios

Walk under the stars: You both usually take night walks in a quiet place, looking at the stars and talking about dreams and future plans.

"The Moon is beautiful today" You spoke with joy, squeezing his hands affectionately. "It's in the same lunar phase as the night we met."

Aphelios nodded, smiling with his eyes before pulling your body against his, initiating a tender kiss.

Ezreal (Heartsteel)

Making a personalized playlist: Creating a playlist with songs that represent your relationship or special moments you have shared together was your idea not only to express your love but also to show that you appreciate how essential music is to him.

"This song was the first one from Heartsteel" You whispered against his neck as you cuddled. 

"It's the song that was playing that night, remember? At that concert where I saw you in the audience”

"How could I forget the day we met?"

Hwei

Connection with art: Creating something together, whether painting or drawing, is something that connects you not only with art but with each other. You can spend hours searching for the best materials or the most vivid paints for your next canvas without getting bored.

"Do you think these shades of blue match the background of the painting?" You asked Hwei, bringing numerous containers overflowing with paint in your arms. 

"Watch out!" Too late. You tripped and a bit of paint splattered on the canvas, besides staining your clothes.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't notice that the containers were ajar”

"Hey, it's okay. The painting turned out more artistic this way and... Well, you still look incredibly beautiful even covered in paint” 

Jayce

Movie or series marathon: Choosing a series or movies that both of you love and spending hours watching them with treats, cuddles and kisses is essential to ensure a cozy moment away from everyday worries.

"Ah man, this protagonist is so stupid" He exasperatedly said, turning off the television.

"Jayce, are you really going to get mad at a character? It's just a movie, love”

"I prefer to cuddle with you while we kiss rather than waste time watching this cheesy movie."

"How can I deny you this?" You pulled him in for a kiss. "But you have to promise me that you'll watch the next movie I choose until the end."

Jinx

Self-care moment: Doing skincare with different face masks, moisturizing each other's hair, painting nails with different nail polish shades and trying out new makeup styles on each other is simply one of the funniest things you two can do together.

"Do you like this nail polish color, darling?" Jinx asked you, gently squeezing your shoulders before sitting down next to you.

"It's beautiful, but it's so hard to get a good finish."

"Nah, I'm an expert at this! Extend your hands, princess, your journey of just painting your nails black ends today”

Kayn

Game night: Having fun with simple activities, like board games or even card games, always creates a competitive atmosphere between the two of you, ensuring lots of laughter throughout the matches as well hugs and kisses for the winner.

“Aha, I won! I want my kisses and cuddles immediately”

"You cheated, Kayn! You broke about three rules from the game manual!”

“Silly detail. And does that make me less deserving of my girlfriend's attention?" You rolled your eyes.

"Come here then" You patted your thigh, inviting him to lie on your lap.

Sett

Making a memory album: Collecting photos of you both, keeping souvenirs from trips or even tickets from events to later create a physical album about the most important moments of your journey as a couple was a sweet and effective decision to record your love.

"Sett, look how cute this photo is!" You whispered, showing it to him.

"Oh heavens... That day was funny" His ears twisted in shame. "But I'm still embarrassed"

“Ah, come on! You were sleeping in such an unusual position... Look, you were even hugging a stuffed animal” 

"Hey! Can you stop provoking me?”

"I'll stop, but this photo is definitely going in our album!"

Viktor

Spending the afternoon in a cozy café: On the rare occasions when you manage to get Viktor out of the lab, you take him to cafes. Sitting at a table in a pleasant environment to chat - even if for a few brief hours - enjoying the time together with a good cup of coffee, tea, or cappuccino is invigorating, especially for your workaholic boyfriend.

"Did you like their coffee, Vitya?" He nodded, placing the empty cup on the saucer.

"It's good, but I particularly prefer the coffee you make for me yourself."

His hand reached yours across the table, squeezing it gently before genuinely smiling at you. "Thank you for caring so much about me"

Yasuo

Meditating together: It’s not uncommon for you to join Yasuo in his meditations to relax and share a moment of calm and harmony.

"Yasuo, dear, I was wondering if you would like to go-” Seeing that your boyfriend was in deep meditation, eyes closed and face focused, you blamed yourself for interrupting him. "I'm sorry" you whispered, turning your back to leave.

"Come, meditate with me"

"Are you going to hold my hands while this happens?"

"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" He sighed, still with his eyes closed, but with a slight smile forming on his lips.

Yone

Writing love letters: You write cute letters or notes to each other, expressing your most intimate feelings and then keep them to read later.

"What is this, love?" You asked, kissing him softly on the lips before showing the small envelope in your hands.

“Ah, that? A letter I wrote about you during a difficult day…”

"Can I read it?"

"Of course, but don't blame me if I sounded too cliché in the text." He ruffled your hair in a delicate manner.

[duckchu]

Hello, honey! I've been following you for a long time and I adore your works! And I want to make a request! HEARTSTEEL members x Fem!Indie game developer!Reader. Reader has been creating indie games for a long time (such as Undertale and Deltarune), and also writes soundtracks for them (like Toby Fox. I love this genius!). I would also like to create an indie game based on the League of Legends universe (I would choose Targon from the regions, and I would choose Aphelios from the characters that the player would control). But I don't have any programming skills! So I'll have to write interactive fanfic... Thank you very much! You're just a sunshine!💋💋💋💋

Sorry for the long wait (I recognise how long actually named asks sit in my inbox for rather than anon ones, idk why) and thank you for the kind words

I also kinda didn't know how to go about this so every guy has 3 "parts":

You working late

Putting one of their items as cosmetic (kinda changed in Kayn's and K'Sante's part)

And music

Kayn

Thinks you're cool

Enjoys sitting with you late at night while you code

May or may not convince you to sneak a Rhaast easter egg in

Though will often try to distract you if you're not paying enough attention to him

Enjoys bothering you when you compose

He's silly like that

So please, for the sake of your sanity, lock your room

Yone

Doesn't mind your work, but will make you stop if you're pulling all nighters

Might even pick you up and carry you to bed, telling you you need some sleep

One day, while he was watching you play test, noticied one of the items in your game looked suspiciously like his mask

Finds it really cute

Will help you with the music, if you'd like

Loves working with you

Aphelios

You stay up all night working?

Cool, he is too

Unless he notices you're tired

Then he pulls you into his lap and works with one hand while petting your hair with the other

It makes you fall asleep in seconds

Let him play test pleaseee

When you do, he 100% the game in a week

Not because it's easy, but because he's a sweaty try hard

Found you put his mask in the game as a cosmetic

Melted on the spot

Sometimes will give you songs as gifts

So you can put them in the game

Loves hearing them if you decide to use them

Ezreal

He's such a bitch if you overwork yourself

Will try to direct your attention to him at all cost

-Y/N, I'm boreeed -

Please keep on torturing this little shit with lack of attention

He deserves it

But also

If you put his sunglasses as an item, he will love you ten times more

As for the music?

Doesn't really know a lot about composing but loves listening to your pieces

Sett

You're overworking yourself?

No, you're not.

You're sitting on his lap and watching a movie with him

Doesn't care about your protests, you have to take care of yourself

When he first saw your character having his beanie on when you were playing the game, he had to do a double check

Gave you a big hug

He thinks it's really cute

As for the music, he thinks it's really good

You scrap something?

He's gonna use it as background for his totally awesome solo

Don't tell anyone else tho

He'll get embarrassed

K'Sante

He can't force you to rest, but he will insist on it

If you have some important work to do, he won't try to stop you, but will bring you meals and drinks if you want

Will usually chill in your room and design while you work

Speaking of designs... he was surprised when you asked him if you could take a look at his tablet

But he trusts you, so why not

Was shocked when one day he saw you putting one of his designs as a clothing option

Loves it and thinks that it looks good even when pixelated

Although he's not the greatest composer, he will try to help you

It usually turns into fan favourite soundtracks

So you don't mind his suggestions

[asaarii]

Hi! I would like to make a request. Aphelios x Fem!Albino!Lunari!Reader. Reader has completely white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, and red eyes. She absolutely cannot be in the sunlight. She also has not very good eyesight and hearing (which is typical for all albinos). She goes out on assignments mostly at night, when the sun can't harm her skin. Yes, unlike other Lunari, she wears completely white clothes so as not to be noticeable among the snowdrifts. Thank you very much!

Snowfall ft: aphelios reader: fem wc: 1832 IM SO SORRY THISD TOOK SO LONG JUST TO COME OUT MID. also trying out a new style guys pls dont hurt me cheese

If Aphelios was your eyes and ears…

You squint at the figures from your position in the underbrush, hidden beneath the snow-covered leaves with Aphelios at your side. You attempt to lean in closer, but a hand on your chest stops you. Aphelios shakes his head, holding up three fingers as an indication.

The beat of your heart quickens and you’re lucky to have your lover by your side to keep you from doing anything rash. Though unable to speak due to having consumed the noctum poison prior to your expedition, he quickly signs for the two of you to move quickly.

Winters on Mount Targon are cold, almost comparable to that of Freljordian true ice. Harsh and unyielding, it bites at any exposed skin, seeping into the bones of any unsuspecting trespassers.

Over the years you’ve gotten used to the howling blizzards, bundling in all white to match your hair as a form of camouflage in the high snow piles. On the other hand, Aphelios does not match your sentiment for the art of stealth with his brazen blues and purples that stand out against the pure white snow.

Not that he really needed it anyway, he was strong enough to fend for himself, after all.

The snow crunches beneath your shared footfalls, quickly covered by the raging blizzard. If you listened over the howling wind, you might’ve heard Alune’s near-silent whispers, warning her brother of the oncoming danger.

But you don’t, all you see is his head swiveling, eyes widening a fraction before he’s tackling you to the ground, his chest pressed to your back as his hair tickles your cheek. His breath comes out in frosty puffs, chakram held tightly in his grasp as the sound of footsteps of Mount Targon’s intruders grows closer.

From your place on the ground beneath Aphelios, you see the projectile thrown at the two of you lodged deep in the chunk of a tree. It’s only when Aphelios sits up do you see that the spear had grazed his arm, cutting through the thick fabric and marring his skin with an ugly cut.

He doesn’t wince when you prod at the bleeding wound, numbed to the pain by the poison in his veins. Despite his lack of pain, you still quickly wrap his wound, knowing he’ll complain about it later if you don’t. He pulls you close as soon as you’re done, observant eyes squinting at the heavy blizzard and ears focused on the small shifts of movement through the snow.

You stay situated at his side, trusting his senses as you dart your gaze around despite your dulled vision. 

So long as you were by his side, you felt safe.

…you were his voice.

Even outside of the effects of the poison, Aphelios was a quiet man. Not many knew the sound of his voice, or even if he spoke at all. Those who did didn’t hear it often.

Other than you, of course.

You spoke on his behalf during general meetings or gatherings of soldiers. He almost always whispered in your ear, making sure to press his lips against the shell of your ear just to make sure you wouldn’t miss a word he said. You would nod, offering input before relaying the message to the rest of the group.

Younger soldiers would peer curiously between the two of you, unused to seeing the stoic super soldier so…content. The older soldiers would laugh lightly, teasing the two of you by asking Aphelios to speak up, garnering a glare and eye-roll from the obsidian-haired male.

A dynamic built upon your shortcomings that flourishes beneath the beauty of the moon itself.

Quite literally, actually, considering that you couldn’t be out in the sun for long periods of time.

Not that he really cared, seeing that he grew up guided by the moon alongside his sister.

Regardless, he’s nothing if not observant.

He sees the way you long for the warmth of the sun, despite being unable to stay under it for long.

So while you sleep during the daylight hours, he sneaks out of your shared residence, venturing to a meadow nearby seemingly untouched by the harsh winter snow.

He brings back flowers, white ones specifically as they remind him of you.

He presses them with guidance from the priestesses back at camp who giggle at his act of affection

“She’s really happy to have someone like you,” they would often say.

And though they couldn’t see the crimson that speckled his cheeks from beneath their eye-coverings, they still hear the near unnoticeable flustered twinge in his voice as he offers a hum of agreement.

Just as sneakily as he snuck out, he sneaks back in, placing your gift nearby before crawling back into bed with you.

He trusts you with his whole life, which means a lot coming from him.

You and Alune had each guided him in your own ways, and he can never express how truly grateful he is to the both of you.

Together, he and his sister were a weapon, a force that knew only of the destruction of any who stood in the path of the Lunari.

But with you, he’s merely a man.

And by the gods, does he love you.

The light of his life.

That’s how he would describe you.

In both appearance and personality, you are his beacon; the brightest star in a hopeless night filled with war and the unending cycle of death. 

You, on the other hand, look at Aphelios as though he was the one to hang the moon and stars themselves in the sky.

In spite of his cold demeanor and rather off-putting aloofness, he never treats you less than anyone else, even if you can’t see or hear as well as others who have been trained since birth to hear and see nearly every shift in a general vicinity.

White hair is not an uncommon trait for Lunari, hell, Alune herself bears it, but what really drew Aphelios in was the striking red eyes that widened upon seeing him.

He enjoys staring into them, losing himself in the same color of which he once loathed.

Red had once been his least favorite color.

To him, it represented nothing more than carnage and bloodshed, ranging from the dulled color of blood smeared across the ground after a battle well-fought, all the way to the bright streaks left behind after each practiced swing of his severum. He preferred lighter, more calming blues, as opposed to striking reds. Though, that was simply his opinion.

He was sure that he would keep this opinion till the day he died, finding no positive things to associate with the aforementioned color.

During the rare moments when the poison was still in effect after a battle, Alune would speak to him, asking about how things were going, pointing out small changes in her brother that others had yet to notice, and simply talking to spend as much time as possible to be with him.

When she had caught wind of his least favorite color, she grew curious. Of course, her brother was free to feel however he wished about something as mundane as a color, but this did not relent her subtle teasing.

“You know, brother…” She starts. Aphelios does not like the playful lilt in her voice as he pauses his trek back to base to listen. “Those of other regions often associate the color red with that of love.” He can hear her attempt to negate her laughter through the waning connection and rolls his eyes at his sister's antics. She continues, though her voice is softer now and the ache of battle is beginning to take its toll on him, “Perhaps your disdain for the color is a sign that you’ll never find love.”

Her voice soon fades into a dull ringing, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Love was never a concept he truly ever focused on, too busy with training and defending the Lunari from any outside threats. Though, he recalls Alune watching the older couples during the midst of their training, eyes wide and curious with child-like wonder as they whispered declarations of love before setting off on their respective expeditions. She had always been fond of the concept of romance, being swept off her feet by a force unlike any other. Aphelios, on the other hand, was not a fan of the idea of being caught off guard and left in such a vulnerable position, but Alune had merely rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as their training resumed.

That being said, he was unsure of how his distaste for a certain color correlates in any way to his love life. Too entrapped with his thoughts, the usually keen soldier fails to notice the figure in front of him. 

His eyes widen as he bumps into you, luckily catching you with his scarily quick reflexes. Your gazes meet, and the first thing he can’t help but notice is the color of your eyes. The striking shade of red only highlighted beneath the soft light of the moon. You’re quick to scurry off after a multitude of apologies to the prized soldier of the Lunari, who merely blinks blankly at you in response.

When next he and Alune have time to indulge themselves outside of battle, Alune is quick to learn that maybe, just maybe, red isn’t so bad a color.

BONUS:

Snow drifts down in slow, small clumps, covering the rocky floor of your temporary residence in a fluffy white sheet. Winters on Mount Targon were always blisteringly cold, even more so during the night.

You stick your hand out, allowing a few of the snowflakes to land on your hand before watching them melt. The light of the full moon beckons you forth where the sun doesn’t, pulling you from the confines of your claustrophobic home and out into the world.

The sound of snow crushing beneath careful footfalls draws your attention away from the falling snow, your pure white robes swaying with your sudden jolt of movement. You squint your eyes in an attempt to discern who the perpetrator is through the increasing snowfall before relaxing, tense shoulders slumping in relief.

“Phel,” you greet your lover with a gentle smile when he gets close enough. Snow litters his hair, seemingly dying the inky strands a similar color to that of your own. It’s a silly sight, and you giggle, running a hand through his hair to clear it of snow, even if it starts to regather as soon as you do.

He hums in response, leaning into your touch before placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulls you in a hug. You relish in his warmth, and wrap your arms around his waist in turn, nuzzling into the thick fabric of his jacket.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other’s presence beneath the moon and snow. 

©asarii 2023 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[togetherhearted]

Hi! It's me again. And I came up with a new idea. And here it is. Spirit Blossom!Aphelios x Female!Spirit of Winter!Reader. Reader, although she is the spirit of winter, but she is by nature quite friendly and affectionate. There are always a few snowflakes floating around her, and a pleasant chill emanates from her. Thank you very much!

It's always nice to see whar you come up with!

Weiting for skins is a great challenge. Thanks so much for waiting!

SPIRIT BLOSSOM APHELIOS X FEM!WINTER BLOSSOM

-Going to meet her again?- Aphelios followed the frozen path on the grass with Alune floating behind him. He just hummed in response. The relationship with the two Spirits was peaceful. You were seen as an approachable one as the manifestation of the Winter but once known better there was a pleasant aura around you. Aphelios reached your usual spot by the lake. You were sitting close to the water. It was frozen due your vicinity. Aphelios waved at you as sat near;not to much;not to wither due the cold. Alune floated next to him with a soft smile. -Hello you two. It's good to see you again!- Your voice was chill like the air around you the as you moved your entire attention to them.

[carcarcraziiv2]

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[yu-daifuku]

Note: Aphelios x Fem!Albino!Lunari!Reader. A quick doodle Fem!Albino!Lunari!Reader from this cute fic by @asaarii

(Actually, while I read it I kinda create some lore for her too! It's random and may not accurate from LoL original lore since I don't play this game but...yeah I just want this smol rabbit girl to have some background story🫥 hope you don't mind with my broken english skills lol🤣) Cynth >> Her name inspired from 'Cynthia' meaning "she of Mount Cynthus" (the birthplace of Artemis) which associate with moon and I think it suit the lunari concept! Also, Her name spell the same as 'Sin' represent the concept that she os the odd one and different from others. At first I want her to use some rifle things like Aphelios but since she's not good at hearing and her eye-sight is bad, Making her a warrior might not be a good idea. So, I change her lore to be the Priestess instead-

She may look cold at first pic but I think she would be like a smol cute white rabbit!! It makes me wanna squeeze her cheeks✨💖

(You can squeeze her cheeks!! but be careful because Aphelios is watching you—)

[ccraccz]

Hi! It’s the sleepy reader anon, but you can just address me as Tea anon!

I know you already did my request so I have another one! Take your time for it and make sure to look after yourself! 🫶

Request: Headcanons of the Heartsteel boys with Female Reader who’s stronger than them? Like can pick them up. Throw them over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes and can win any play fights they have, due to their experience in fighting?

Stronger than you

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: slight mentions of an ED (Aphelios) and fainting, Sett gets punched in the chest by S/o, mentions of Alune getting harrased by a drunk man, Yone is a workaholic and gets sick. Please read at your own discretion 💙💚💜🩷🧡❤️

Aphelios

He knew you were strong yes

You tell him every morning that you're going to the gym with Sett and K'sante

Your muscles are very visible when you wear sleeveless shirts and dresses, which he always thought was very attractive

He does believe that you're strong enough to carry him

But this was a stupid scenario

That day, he was very tired,his throat had been acting up, having been awake for two days straight, barely eating because he was focused on the deadline of the lyrics and the hurt was just too much

The note on the sheet of music he had in his hand blurred together to a big blob as his harsh mission to go to Yone's room, which seemed farther than usual, was becoming harder and harder to achive

You came out of the bathroom just as he tripped on his own feet and started falling to the ground

And you caught him

Checked up on him

He was deadly pale and quite shaky

You instantly knew what was happening and carried him back to his room, princess style

You were so warm to him

He instantly cuddled up to you and fell asleep

You were so worried for him and his health, so after placing him in his bed, giving a kiss on the forehead, and getting some snacks for him (placing them on his bedside table)

When you were about to leave, he reached out for you, and silently, barely audible, he asked you to stay with him

He wasn't really able to react in shock or anything

But he now knows that you can carry him

Please, he needs some more love 💙

Ezreal

Ezreal was really shocked when you caught him in just one of your arms

He had just came back from the airport, with the gang, and was just about ready to knock out

He was exhausted and that flight was uncomfortably tiring

But before anything, he had to see you

He needed hugs and kisses after all

So when you were sitting outside, waiting in front of the van to take the boys back to their place, he couldn't help but drop his bag and run towards you

Seeing this, you immediately stood up straight and opened you arms for him

The few last steps, he jumped

And just as he landed, you fixed how you were holding him to have him sit on just one of your arms so you could carry his bag and open the back door of the van

He was taken off guard because you were literally carrying him with one arm!!! How????

He wasn't really able to think much about it because after he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, his eyes instinctively closed, and he started lightly snoring

He's so cute 💚

Sett

You guys go to the gym together

Met there, confessed there, everything

So when your trainer was out sick and you needed some company in the rink

You decided to ask Sett you help you out

He, very happily, agreed to help you out

Though

He truly did not expect how strong you were

When you hit his gloves, your muscles popped out, being enhanced by your tank

He was so confused and attracted at the same time that he didn't raise his hands back

And you didn't notice that either

So you accidentally punched him in the pec

He fell down and just stared at you, blush covering his cheeks as you ask him if he's okay

He took off his gloves and dragged you out of the gym to fix some stuff 😏💜

Kayn

Kayn was being quite annoying, jumping here, yelling there

Rhaast wasn't any better

Yone seemed tired, Sett and K'sante were out doing some promotional videos, Ezreal was recording Kayn's bull and aphelios was in his room, probably planning a prank with his right hand (Alune)

So when you entered the scene and just picked up Kayn, throwing him over your shoulder and walking away to his room

He tried to fight back, thinking you were Sett or K'sante before he remembered that they were out doing their own thing

That's when he stopped and just hung around like a sack of potatoes

That us before you threw him onto his bed and laid on top of him 🩷

K'Sante

You were walking with the gang, behind them with K'sante beside you

Kayn ran forth, ezreal was hanging off of Sett's arm, aphelios and Yone were walking with Alune closest to the wall

The walk with K'sante beside you was silent

Only broken when Alune slipped away from being with Yone and Aphelios ro come talk to you

Though that only took a minute before you had to throw hands on a drunk man for touching someone he shouldnt

When K'sante saw that, he was about to act, but you literally threw that disgrace of a man onto the road, dragged him back, slammed him on a brink wall, and threw him into the trash can that was conveniently placed there

Alune had been pushed into his arms when that happened

When you turned around to Alune and the boys, you couldn't help but let a frustrated tear out

You sighed before comforting alune and calling an Uber to take her and aphelios back, asking the boys to bring something back for the three of you

K'sante had never felt so great full for you, but his thoughts were broken when he heard rustling

Well, he and the boys had some work to do

Yone

Yone had been working very hard

A little to hard for your comfort

So when you came over to go on your morning run with Yone only to find him still asleep with a red face

You knew exactly what happened

This has happened once before, and it was a few days after your graduation

That run could wait for later

You prepared a good, warm miso soup and some hibiscus tea to help with the cold

You were humming a rhythm that you heard coming from Aphelios's room when you saw Yone leaning on the wall, holding his stomach and softly groaning

You quickly put down the bowl of 'just now made' miso soup and rushed over to him

When he noticed you coming over, he tried to walk towards you only for his legs to give up on him and make him fall to the carpeted floor

But you caught him in time and carried him off back to bed while softly telling him that he needed to rest today, and tomorrow he could do his work

When you arrived to his room, you place him down on his bed, tucking him back in and kissing his warm forehead before whispering that you'd be right back

His glassy eyes watched you exit his room silently while he thought

'Just what did I do to deserve such a strong and wholesome lover...' ❤️

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Note!

Hi hi Tea Anon!! Thank you so so much for the request, I really loved writing this request I was so sweet!!

Sometimes, I truly wish to be a muscle mommy but like,,, meh

I changed some stuff in the request, and I'm so sorry for all the trigger warnings. I just wanted to make sure not to make anyone uncomfortable in any type of way.

If I got anything wrong please do let me know!!!

Thank you so so much for requesting again, lovely!!! 🧡🧡🧡

( also I wrote this listening to Lost in silence. When I tell you I had to take a sec and clean my tears. Imma have to write some angst/comfort for myself bcs WAAAAA)

[darkvioletwonderland]

I’m acc surprised by the many notes the ask headcanon of Kayn/Aphelios/Yone x fem!reader first time

Like wow, that’s a lot of you who are horny lol /j

But seriously thank you! 💜

I’ve switched to writing my angst Settphel fanfic for a bit, so hopefully I’ll be dropping the first chapter soon 💙 ofc I’ll drop it here also

Substitute for Courage will get an update either tonight or tomorrow (if I’m feeling better to finish the draft, my arm is sore)

[mreowsu]

I just wanna say how much I LOVE the way you wrote Aphelios in that one fic. Can I request Phel and his S/O dancing and kissing in a rainy night together in a really sappy/sentimental way? And maybe a feelings realization moment added there too, like they just realize how pretty they look in the rain and all while theyre kissing? Can either be in the Runeterra or Heartsteel universe, thanks!

IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE LAST FIC!!! I loveee loveee loveeeee this prompt. inexperienced aphelios got me feeling mischevious 😈. I fear I enjoyed writing this too much and I'm proud of how it turned out. It's still a bit tricky for me to write in a singular POV and I apologize if it's messy. Most of the time I js narrate the story to myself irl then I write it out. 🧘‍♂️ I hope u enjoyed !

HEAVEN TO TOUCH‎ / soldier in training!teen!aphelios x soldier in training!teen!fem!reader

Busy and consumed with training since childhood, who could have guessed these Lunari super soldiers had it in them?

cw runeterra universe. inexperience. childhood friends and love confessions wc 2.3k

Light raindrops fell steadily from the darkened sky, a rhythmic pitter-patter that painted the world soothingly.

Aphelios finished his training, beads of sweat glistened on his skin, hands calloused and bloodied. He stood at the edge of the training grounds, shielding from the earlier drizzle, black hair dampened. He adjusted the crescent moon relic on his arm, his eyes drifted towards his companion across him, in the middle of the courtyard who was still engrossed in carving her techniques, yet to finish her own rigorous routine.

As the future of their tribe, they must practice defending them. Starting in as early as the ripe age of five—or as soon as a child had enough mental capacity to grasp their surroundings and start reading and writing. 

Over the years, they've spent countless hours training together—and here they are. Now teenagers, just watching them move in tandem—so attuned to each other. A beautiful sight, really.

Their sessions began with a silly, harmless dare, on a whim. Regardless, it was a moment that firmly established their position in Mount Targon.

11 and a half years ago...

It never failed to surprise the people how the two five year olds' dynamic balanced each other so well—one a spirited girl, harshly contradicting the closed disposition of the weapon of the tribe—a name condemned from his birth—not Aphelios, but rather, the weapon of the faithful.

Both we're too young to grasp the gravity of the title. Aphelios remained indifferent, you just called it cool—and the people let you, their faces tight with knowing smiles. The tribe saw the light in the both of your eyes and the joy when you two would play; they couldn't bear to take away such innocence. How could they? So young, yet already shouldering the heavy weight of a responsibility that none their age should have to carry.

For now, they were just children, a girl full of life and a boy marked by fate—a figment reminder of the cruel reality waiting for them.

Now, the two were watching the village’s warriors train. Bored with merely observing, you turned to Aphelios, your lips pulling into a devious grin. "I dare you to sneak up and touch the biggest warrior's shield without him noticing," you whispered.

Knowing her friend's nature, he'd obviously decline—but, hey, you always looked forward to his reactions whenever you teased him. Aphelios turned his lil head to stare you in the eyes incredously. Ahem, grave mistake. He faltered, the sparkle in your eyes was infectious. He hesitated, but nonetheless accepted the challenge with a nod, the unexpected change of heart had your jaw dropping to the floor.

Aphelios separated from your side and crept forward, silent as the night. You followed, stifling your giggles as Aphelios tiptoed closer and closer.

Just as Aphelios reached out to touch the shield, the warrior turned, catching the both of you off guard. Aphelios froze, but the warrior, seeing two pairs of wide eyed innocence, just chuckled. "You two move like shadows," he said, reaching to tousle their hair. 

"Maybe you should try training for real."

Thus, set forth their early education.

Aphelios watched the female's steel cut through the air. Your body moved like a symphony, every limb working in perfect harmony, executing each firm strike tautly. Despite the countless hours spent in that very space—

Aphelios was enthralled once more.

Your evolving techniques demonstrated a level of skill that went beyond what he was familiar with. Aphelios tilted his gaze to the moon's watchful eyes as he realized that, despite the years together, each session was a realization, a reminder that beneath the surface of the girl he had known, a soldier had emerged.

He remembered their first 'training' session. Filled with stumbles and laughs (courtesy of you) as you tried to mimic the warriors’ movements. Aphelios was a different case, he was a try-hard, determined and focused, and you respected that—yet he would often find himself trying to steady you as you twirled and leapt around him, turning each drill into a dance.

Aphelios' mind drifted to the memory of his sister, to the day she departed for the spirit realm, etched in his mind as a heartbreaking tableau. He watched as she left, the burden of their responsibilities reflecting in both of their eyes. Alune's departure had left a void, not only in Aphelios' heart but in the bond that had bound the trio together.

Even with the lingering, bittersweet memories, Aphelios couldn't help the small smile tugging on the corners of his lips. In that moment, as you concluded your training with a final, elegant flourish of your blade, Aphelios felt a swell of pride—pride in the friend he had grown up with shared laughter and scraped knees, side by side.

The breeze carried the scent of damp earth as the female caught her breath, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the night creatures. Aphelios, ever the reserved one, was surprisingly the first to break the silence.

"I think our training is complete for the night," he said, his voice low and measured. The moon cast a gentle glow upon his features, revealing the faint lines of exhaustion from the intense training.

You nodded in agreement, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "We did well tonight."

Aphelios turned to the exit and sheathed his weapon, extending a grabby hand behind his back to signal you to catch up.

As he planted a foot down the earth from the wooden porch of the training ground, he felt a sudden trickle down his face, catching him off guard. He scowled at the heavens, irritated by the unexpected rain. Typical, he thought to himself. However, his annoyance was replaced by confusion when he heard a delighted gasp behind him.

"Look at this, Phel!" you exclaimed, eyes wide with joy as you faced the sky. Without waiting for his response, you dashed past him and into the rain, arms outstretched like a child greeting an old friend.

He watched in silence as you twirled and danced. Eyes sparkling with pure bliss that for a moment, your first training together resurfaced in his mind. Your laughter echoed in the damp forest, a melody that resonated deep within him, stirring emotions that he wasn't sure whether he should feel. 

Neither of the two noticed the cool water drenching your robes, and as soon as Aphelios did, his eyes widened in the tiniest bit before averting them elsewhere—anywhere— What the hell!

You noticed him yank his chin to the side, mistaking the action as him having to deal with another of your shenanigans—your face crinkled into a devious smile.

"Come on, Phel!" you yelled, extending a hand toward him. The sudden downpour overhauling your voice.

Confusion furrowed Aphelios' brow. He hesitated for a moment but, seeing the brilliance in your eyes and how wide you we're smiling at him that it almost seemed to hurt, he gave in with a resigned sigh, allowing you to pull him into the rain. For some reason, this felt oddly familiar.

He kept his eyes locked and trained to your face, rivaling that of the moonstone sniper of his. The water soaked through his clothes and his hair sticked to his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of discomfort, making him slightly shiver.

Yet, his thoughts ceased as he felt you spin yourselves in the rain, the droplets cascaded around you like a shimmering curtain and he couldn't deny the enchantment that unfolded infront him. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

Silent as a breath, he asked calmly, genuinely curious, "Why do you love rain so much?"

You looked at him with a twinkle in your eye, his own roamed your face from the arch of your eyebrows, the curve of your nose, down to your li- he snapped his eyes to catch your own before you realized he was staring.

"It reminds me of you," you confessed, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Aphelios was taken aback. "Me?"

You nodded, the raindrops creating a halo around your head.

"It's like the rain understands you, Phel." you explained, "mysterious, beautiful, and a little serene."

That was it.

Aphelios' breath caught in his throat—like the noctum poison numbing the world around him and obscuring his thoughts, the rain seemed to amplify everything but, in this instance, the world around him heightened colors and brought a clarity to his thoughts in the form of you. The weight of your words sank in, and both realized the depth of what you meant. The spinning slowly soothing to a halt.

The weight of your hands wrapped around his suddenly felt heavy, as if he was melting from your touch. The raindrops clinging to your lashes at that point looked like ethereal jewels. Your eyes sparkled under the moonlit night, a sight he had seen countless times before, but tonight, it was different. The raindrops added a magical touch, making your gaze seem otherworldly, like it was drawing him in.

Your eyes met. Supressed feelings that lingered between now floated to the surface, like delicate flowers blooming in the rain. A simultaneous flush of realization colored their cheeks and hit them like a thunderclap.

Had it always been this warm? 

Despite the cool droplets soaking through their clothes, Aphelios felt a radiance spreading through his chest, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words.

The two stood there, drenched in the rain, surrounded by the sound of droplets hitting the ground. As if they we're suspended in time. He couldn't tear his gaze away from yours, from the way your soaked clothes clung to your figure, to the moonlight playing on the curves of your face.

The rain, once an annoyance, now felt like a blessing. Each drop that landed on his skin was a reminder of the profound shift within him.

Your chuckle reached his ears, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the joy in your eyes. The raindrops continued their dance around you, accentuating the magic you've endowed on him. 

He took a step closer, a heartbeat away from you. The rain now a gentle backdrop to your racing thoughts.

Everything felt overwhelming and liberating.

It was as if the rain had washed away the veils of obliviousness that had clouded your perception. Your presence like a revelation, and he found himself captivated by the simple beauty of you standing before him. Your existence.

And in the quiet between pounding heartbeats, Aphelios reached to cup your face with a gentle hand. With the moon shining with a brilliance the shorter the distance between you dwindled, turned the raindrops into liquid diamonds.

"I think.. I've always loved you," you whispered, awestruck, eyes wide and staring deeply in his, your voice barely audible over the rain.

Aphelios gifted you a rare smile, his thumb caressing your face, and then, as if guided by an unseen hand, he leaned in, and suddenly the world seemed to tilt on its axis. The raindrops continued their gentle descent, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in sync.

The initial touch was soft, a delicate exploration. Aphelios' hands found its way around you, embracing you gently as if to anchor himself. Your fingers threaded through the wet strands of his dark hair. In that moment, the harsh downpour of the rain mirrored the complexity of your emotions.

Their inexperience became increasingly apparent as the kiss deepened. Gentle touches turning into a clumsy, open-mouthed exchange. Lips fumbled and noses brushed against each other awkwardly, but there was an undeniable sweetness to it. Each imperfect moment only served to highlight the authenticity of their connection.

The rain mixed with the uncharted flavors of each other, created a unique blend that lingered on their lips. He let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh against your mouth, hands squeezing around your waist. An act of surrender to the repressed emotions that had grown between you silently. 

You, too, we're swept away by the intensity of the kiss. Your heart racing, pounding, and you melted around Aphelios' arms, your fingers interlocking behind the nape of his neck, grounding yourself to the damp ground. The rain continued harsher each second, each drop on your bodies serving as proof to the two of you that this moment is happening, this moment is real, and you're both currently making out in the middle of it—savoring the beauty of the moment, a kiss that marked the beginning of a love story written in the penmanship of raindrops.

Breathless and red-faced, you broke the kiss, eyes wide and disbelieving, staring straight into his. Drops of rain stuck to the both of your eyelashes, granting a shimmering gloss to your blown eyes. 

Aphelios' was hazed, lips plump and glossed. Strands of his dark hair, disheveled and dripping, framed his face hotly, in a way that transformed his typically sterile appearance into something you thought you'd never see before.

You couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The contrast between Aphelios' usual meticulousness and the disarray that now defined him was crazy.

"Never in my life would I have thought to be gifted a view like this," you muttered, stunned.

Aphelios, still catching his breath, managed a faint smile. A silent likewise agreement.

"We're so ridiculous," you chuckled, a shy smile playing on your lips. "But, I guess some things are meant to be discovered in the rain."

The two shared a breathy laugh, the awkwardness dissipating as they found comfort in each other's company.

With another profound glance from you, he leaned in once more, your second kiss more confident and intentional. The rain, as cliche as it is, created a moment that would forever be etched in your memories.

Moonbeams peeked through the clouds, casting a gentle glow on your intertwined figures. It was a kiss in the rain, but it was more than that—it was a revelation, an acknowledgment of something that had always been there, waiting to be discovered. The moon shone above, a silent witness to the beauty of two hearts finally finding their way to each other in a sappy, messy, and utterly beautiful first kiss.

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© 2023 mreowsu

[milksuu]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❞ ─── ☾⏺☽

phase O.1 // phase O.2

pairing: yandere!aphelios x solari!priestess!reader (LoL)

tw: non/con, fem!reader, oral sex (f. receiving), possessive/obsessive behavior, somnophilia, object insertion, blood/violence, unhealthy coping mechanisms, kidnapping/imprisonment, implied forced relationship, unbalanced power dynamic, enemies to lovers vibe

notes: here it is besties. thank you all for being so patient with me. and thank you to all the lovelies who've commented/msgd me asking about it and wanting more. im just so glad to share my unhinged obsessions. i do have plans to make a third part, but again, could be a bit. so sorry ahhh.

You hadn’t realized you were stolen to sleep. Sobbing yourself into the veiled shadows of your mind in the arms of something—someone—so haunting. A damning surrender on your part. It was a miracle you had the pleasure of opening your eyes. When the moon crawler could have offered you death instead.

When your lashes winged wholly, the haze of a night-dark bedroom washed your sight. You breathed in your surroundings. The linen bed sheets beneath your fingertips, a worktable littered with dried herbs and vials, and a vaulted chest for storing valuables. A simple room one would toss a coin for a night at a common tavern. 

With effort, you pulled yourself to your knees. The weight of clothes shifted against your body. Looking down, you pinched the fabric of a clean gown. And when a hair strand fell to your cheek, you caught the faintest scent of lavender and nightshade. Drifting your attention lower, a mild soreness welled between your legs, accounting for last night's debauchery. A reminder of an ache you could never wash away, no matter how much you scrubbed yourself raw. But even scrapping your skin till you bled from bone seemed a better feeling than this.

That thought alone made you pause in your observations and consider the only details that mattered.

Where were you and...

Where was he?

You crawled over to the side of the bed. Pressing your feet against the ground, something like cold iron grazed them. You reached through the dark and secured a dulled paring knife. Your gaze studied an apple not too far away, half peeled from the skin of its flesh. Dropped mid-serving, for whatever the reason was. Knife in hand, you tiptoed to the bedroom door and tried to pry it open. It shuddered against your touch—locked. It seemed the only way to escape was by key, and to your misfortune, you didn’t have to guess who had it in strict keeping.

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

A brush of cold licked across your nape. Turning towards the sound, there was another adjoining room. A washroom, perchance. You tightened your hold on the knife, and willed your bare feet forward, swallowing your thudding heart. You counted each step, pausing when a puddle glistened before the doorway. Dark in color and metallic in aroma, a shiver traced your spine as you stepped over it.

Under the door frame, your sight fell upon him, bare and slumped in a wooden bath. You stood still, not daring to flinch, in case he had his own knife hidden beneath the surface tension. When your presence hadn’t been acknowledged, you padded closer. 

Examining him further, you noticed not a lick of a wound, scrape, or gash on his body. Nothing that would substantiate the splatter of blood you'd passed. Falling onto his face, the faintest shimmer stained the corners of his lips. You would’ve deemed him dead if it weren’t for the labored breaths and shivers of his body.

A saccharine taste of flowers sprang to the tip of your tongue. 

Lowering yourself onto your knees, you brought the knife a near inch to his throat. You hadn’t noticed the slits of his eyes cracked open, branding you the moment you stepped in. Before you could jerk back, his hand leapt from the bath water. You winced when he took your wrist, expecting him to plunge the blade in your direction. Instead, he lulled his head to the side, and guided your hand to press the sharp edge against the skin of his neck.

“This angle is much better, isn’t it?” Aphelios stated rather than asked, his wet hair flowing like liquid night across his features. “You can stare deeply into the eyes of your enemy, and watch that insignificant light fade from them. Then, and only then, do you know they’re truly dead. If that's what you would like to do to me..." you held your breath and felt the blue of his veins beat against the blade. “Now’s your chance.”

Your hands trembled, his mortal essence flowing right at your fingertips. But the mere thought of relishing red-stained hands overwhelmed you with a bout of nausea, weakening your grasp at the hilt. Even if he deserved every bit of suffering, and for you to celebrate his undoing by a dull carving knife, it wasn’t who you were. 

You refused to be anything like him.

“Strange. Not many Burning One’s would hesitate at the offer. It’s no wonder they locked you away in that sunlit temple.” He released your shaking hand and traced the outline of your face. “Far from the shadows they’ve cast down.”

“Don’t patronize me,” you seethed, tugging your chin away from his touch. He leaned back in the basin, his shoulders taut as he fought against a cough. You narrowed your lashes at a string of blood pouring from his lips. “It’s not my place to deliver your punishment, but your trial of judgment will come. It’s already apparent you’re paying for your transgressions. And I’m glad for it.”

Your words were false against your true sensibilities. Feeling foolish for your heart to ache with sympathy for him, a wretched murderer and lech. The wiser part of you screamed when you set aside the knife, took up a washcloth, and wiped at his mouth. A cord in his jaw tightened, and you noted a life-stealing grip at the tub's edge.

A trained reflex to wrap his fingers around your neck. 

Had you been anyone else.

Had you been anyone else, you would’ve been flayed open across the altar. Had you been anyone else, the pathetic knife you threatened him with would be stuck heart deep between your breasts. Had you been anyone else, She would have commanded your sacrifice. 

You banished the unwelcomed thought.

“The water’s freezing. How long have you let yourself sit here?” His lips merely mirrored a fine line at the question. Under your gaze, you watched another invisible ripple tighten the tethers of his muscles. You exhaled on a presumptive thought. “You can’t move. Can you?” 

The black glass of his eyes stared at nothing, and said nothing. Then and there, that cold existence would rather suffer than utter a single word of admittance. 

“Seems you like to keep quiet when it’s convenient for you.” You quipped, wringing out the washcloth with indignation. “No different from a child throwing a tantrum when it suits them. I should leave you here then. Let whatever you catch take you within a week’s time. It would save a lot of others the trouble.”

His face remained a blank sheet of ice, and you interpreted it as an invitation to do as you pleased. He’d given you the choice to take his life, after all. Now you understood he’d meant every word. Perhaps he even intended to pay a compliment. Not a bluff or jab at your softer nature, even after you had foolishly settled to spare him. 

You banished the strange sentiment. Once you had found a way to get him to bed and asleep, you would scrounge the room for a key. Wherever he had chosen to hide it. 

“Golden Sister, avert your light," you asked for pardon under your breath.

You drew up your hand, calling forth a kindle of golden sunlight. It pulsed and radiated with warmth, kissing the tips of your fingers. The glow of it illuminated your company’s features. That face of marble chipped at the corner of his eyes; a crack of unnerving reproach. When you guided your hand towards the pane of his chest, he ruefully shifted away.

You clicked your tongue. “You’ll let me freely cut your throat, but the moment I try to help, you want nothing to do with it. Either you hold still, or I reconsider your offer. Which one is it?”

He responded with a slowed and pained breath. When he leaned back, you pressed a palm to his sternum.

Closing your eyes, you concentrated on the ebb and flow of warm light reaching for him; through him. When you entered, dark shadows ripped and slashed against your magic. Sharper than daggers of ice, piercing hotter than any black flame. Sweat gathered at your temples. Furrowing your brows, you steeled your magic from shattering and concentrated your radiance. Gradually, the thrashing tendrils subdued into undulating wisps that languidly brushed across your presence.

“I can’t heal whatever sickness you’ve caused yourself. It's unfamiliar to me. And even if I could, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting to spend eternity with your false deity," you admitted, withdrawing. “But I should have eased the pain. Enough for you to manage from here and to bed.”

Without a word, and with what little strength he still possessed, he gripped the lip of the tub. You hooked an arm underneath his own, and his legs trembled as he rose from the bathwater. When he dragged his feet from the bath, he banked to catch himself on the wall with his hand. The unexpected sway almost swept your footing away. With luck, he managed to hold himself as you helped him stagger out of the washroom.

When he dropped onto the bed, the weight of him brought you to your knees beside him. You huffed, prying his arm away from the support of your shoulders. He made no effort to force you to lay with him. Thankfully, the soothing effects of your work made him pliable, gifting you a moment of safe assurance. 

Your gaze roamed the softness that rounded his previously sharpened features. His brows rested light above his closed eyes, and his lashes long and airy curtained over the smooth contour of his cheeks. His face once devoid of color now brushed with a stroke of pink from your magic. If you hadn’t been the wiser, you would’ve believed him to be a completely different person. 

Nothing like a weapon now.

You pulled yourself from your careless observations, remembering time was of the essence if you’d hope of escape. Turning away, ghostly fingertips graced the skin of your cheek. Your breath hitched. Drawn back, his black pearls peeked from their bed of lashes. His lips moved, but deft as the words were, you swore it was a mere breath in the night.

‘...thank you.’

Your heart constricted, abandoning you in a space stolen of thought, let alone a reply. To your horror, the squeeze of your chest wasn't entirely unpleasant. Still, you feared to linger on it, knowing it would sooner kill you if you’d let it. You consciously berated yourself to get away—hurry, hurry! But like a silent poison of its own kind, you suddenly felt weak in spirit. And to no one’s fault but of your own. 

You had drained yourself dry by helping him.

Still in his touch, your body sank onto the bed next to him. He traced the contour of your neck, past the dip of your clavicle, down to the arc of your hip bones. Lingering there, he drew lazy circles against the fabric till it hitched at your waist. His fingers slipped beneath, brushing a hand against the bare skin of your waist. You trembled, weathering the cold bite of his touch. No better than prey submitting to a cruel yet ordained circumstance.

“I should have never…” you swallowed, remorse tightening your throat.

His hand paused—watching a glint of wetness stain your eyes—then pulled you in with devastating gentleness. Resting his brow at your breasts, he enveloped you in his arms, and curled himself bare between your legs. Holding you in an embrace that was more delicate than heartbreak, drawing out a shuddering breath from your lips. 

For what seemed like an eternity, you laid there. Feigning death, praying for your eyes to never close again. Hoping to salvage the opportune moment to escape once he let go. But exhaustion was a beast that stalked your side and sank its fangs in the spots where he held you close. Paralyzing all your nerves till they went flak, dragging your body limp in his touch. 

And your waning consciousness along with it.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Behind closed eyes, the world was dark. An unfeeling landscape where nothing else existed. A state you could find yourself clinging to for the rest of your days to come. If only you were lucky enough to stay. Like a match to your body, a flame curled and burned beneath your dampening skin. The scorch of it trailing the woods of your body. A fire in your blood snaking lower to feed the smoldering spit simmering in your belly.

You shuddered, twitched and bit softly at the bottom half of your lip. Long, devoted fingers cradled your waist as lips graced the lower parts of your stomach. The careful graze of teeth at your navel sent your eyelids fluttering, where a glaze of lingering sleep clouded your vision. Only after a few blinks did you bid the fog away, and woke to the sight of yourself. 

The hem of your nightgown had been shelved above your swollen breasts, revealing nipples perked and coated wet with saliva. A sheen of sweat glistened like oil from mound to curve, and found the wicked Lunari man responsible for your state laid between your legs.

Your lips quivered, struggling to speak through the feverish qualities burning away at your flesh. You couldn’t even attempt to prop yourself up, let alone drag yourself away. Your body felt heavy and drunk off whatever pleasure it had thirsted for and drank without complaint. 

“What are you…” you started, but your voice was too sticky. Too mumbly. Not even swallowing would help. 

“I had a dream about your sunlight. That small, pleasant piece you shared with me last night.” He took pause, flitting his attention up from below, where his black slits narrowed with shameless intent. “I wondered what it would taste like.”

“N–Not down there,” you pleaded out a half-choked whimper. “It isn’t clean.” 

“Isn’t it, though? Have you considered how you might’ve bathed last night? Wondered who could have done it for you.” He trailed feather-light kisses down your inner thigh, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. “Washed your hair. Washed your body. And...” he tempted lower and lower, until the heat of his breaths warmed your folds, making them bloom with ache. "Everything in between.”

“Stop saying things like that. Stop doing things like this,” you said, wanting to speak them as commands. But the crack in your voice watered your tone down to unconsolable weeping. Knowing you had made a terrible mistake. Knowing no amount of your good nature would spare the heat of his mouth from teasing you relentlessly. Knowing you had no control as your cunt dripped itself into a pitiful mess. You tossed your head back and forth, desperate to hide the humiliation of your face in the throws of bedding. 

“Please.” Your chest heaved and shuddered. “Just let me go.” 

"Fated or not, you’ve chosen to stay. First, when you decided not to kill me in my most vulnerable state.” He eased the flat of his tongue over your leaking entrance, dragging it upward to flick your clit. Your hands clasped over your mouth to stifle the degrading noises that dared to leave. “Second, when you helped me to bed and kept it warm with me. And third—”

He plunged the length of his tongue into you, reaching for your center. You cried out through the gaps in your fingers, feeling something clenched deep inside you—and it wasn't his tongue. It was impeccably hard, with a distinct weld, shape and curve. The tip of his tongue swirled and twisted around it, coaxing it to rub along your sensitive ridges on the way out. When it revealed itself at your entrance, he took the object with a bite. A clink of metal between his teeth. With a shuddering gasp, your hips bucked once he slipped it past the squeeze of your hole.

“Even though you held the key inside you this whole time,” he fingered the iron loop and slid it across his tongue. You flushed when he consumed your gaze below. “You waited for me to take it.” 

Your head and heart pounded with blood. When…when did he…?

Before you could object, his mouth reclaimed all your ripe and swollen parts. Graciously kissing, licking, feasting between your legs. Your hips jolted as you squirmed against him. His hands gripped to dimple the softness of your thighs, parting you open like two delicate and succulent halves of a fruit.

Your eyes clenched shut, trying to forge the words that would stop him. But none existed in the pleasurable thickness that drowned your senses, possessing your hips to meet him at each languid lap. Turning your saliva into hot syrup in your mouth. Muddling any conceivable words down to moanful whines, sloppy whimpers, and broken utterances. Completely helpless as every stroke of his tongue made a creamy reduction of your insides, threatening to spill over every edge.

Your nails twisted into the bedsheets, and you broke for breath. “Can’t—n’ more—“ 

The moon devil interpreted your incoherent pleas for mercy as undying praise. Encouraging him to devour you with the passion of a starved man who’d forsaken each meal before you. Listening to a hunger that told him you would be his last, and echoed a fear that it would never be enough.

One last brush of his tongue and he clasped his lips around the bud, suckling on its throbbing plumpness.

A burst of pressure had you coming undone onto his mouth. Wails ripped through the air as your back careened into that awful crescent shape for him. You reached to push him away, but he’d caught your hands before you could lay a finger. You choked out a sob when he tacked your writhing wrists against the bed and continued to worship your taste with his mouth. Savoring every part of your quivers and cries, down to the very last gushing drop induced from your spasms. 

When he had taken his last sip of pleasure, he rose from between your thighs to loom above you.

“You’re exactly as I imagined you would taste.” His voice was a thin whisper on his glistening lips. As if he hadn’t even wanted the walls to hear. A secret only he would ever know, and for you to be the only one he’d share it with. 

He bent forward, panting with an unsatiated appetite against your mouth. “Sweet and warm.”

He took your lips, letting you drink up your arousal. A heavy, generous pour. The dewy tang of yourself flushed your face and neck with color. Your heart raced, gasping for breaths in a blur of moans and kisses. 

Tears of utter shame and frustration dotted your lashes, till they fell over in heaps. Yet, even your tears didn’t go to waste. He traced his tongue over your flushed and burning cheeks, catching every bit like spilled honey. And all you could do was lay there, unable to escape his sensual gilded cage. All the while hating yourself for wanting his mouth all over you—wanting to know how it’d feel claiming every inch of skin.

And hating him all the more for it.

[racco]

Aphelios NSFW headcanons

X fem reader

♡ Aphelios with his face between your legs, his hot steamy breath falling on your inner thighs as he waits for approval

♡ Please call him a good boy while he's going down on you it's a must, will be able to release just from pulling and playing with his hair while he eats you out patiently, loves to know how good he's making you feel and gets off to it , prasing him get him going even more

♡Kissing his neck will get him going and leaving a trail of kisses from his chest to his pelvis will get him shivering

♡ Him sitting on his knees eating you and caressing your thighs, when you're close to your climax you slide and push him to the floor with a soft thud, now completely sitting on his face slightly grinding waiting for release, poor Aphelios couldn't take it anymore and came just from you sitting on him like that

♡Will start bitting his lip when he sees you're close