#arcanse season 2

[bluessom1]

Foreheads touching - Jayce x Viktor

2 pages short story with Viktor and Jayce ! I hope you enjoyed it 😌

I have several other stories like this in mind 👀

[blkbbyprincess]

wutiwant arcane!vi x blk!reader nsfw

*creakcreakkkkkkcreakcreakcreakk*

yes, it’s exactly what you’re thinking; sounds of such could be heard coming from your bedroom located in the firelights’ base where your big brother; ekko built sanctuary for zaunites who were struggling to have purpose in life and needed a bit of help and hope to get to a better place in it.

ekko was now well aware of you and vi’s “entanglements” as he would call them, because he’d usually find you two tangled up in your sheets late at night, giggling and breathing a little heavier than usual.

imagine the awkward first conversation between you and your elder brother after he finally connected the dots to find out you two were fucking each other.

it wasn’t even really surprising to him though, he knew you were into girls; and it was obvious considering vi was your first crush, but he just wished you guys wouldn’t go at it while he was trying to sleep.

back in the day, you and vi would always find ways to sneak off with one another back in your early teen years and sit atop the rooftops on zaun and hold hands while swinging your feet off the tallest building you could find. a few more instances of this, and that’s how you ended up with your first real kiss.

you two never really ended up together though; fearing a relationship could make things complicated in the future.

because living in zaun meant that your life wasn’t guaranteed for a long time, so you both decided to push back stronger feelings for one another emotionally, and instead started to mess with each other in other ways when you got older.

little sloppy makeout sessions in vi’s bedroom turned into her eating you out until you saw stars for the first time in your own room.

you don’t even think your rose had ever given you an orgasm like that before.

after that time, it seemed she was getting a bit comfortable coming in your room, that she’d pop up unannounced after doing gosh knows what in a day. maybe she liked the fact that your room was decorated with cute homemade fairy lights what were just bright enough to illuminate the room in the dark and capture your twisted facial expressions while looking you dead in your eye to make sure she was fucking you right.

this time, she was holding your left leg up from the underside of your knee joint, as she fucked you on your side, so pathetically slow and passionately with a cute dark pink strap that you picked out; dragging her toy in and out of you so deep, that you could have sworn you could feel it touching your liver.

“y-yesss, -hgnnnnn mama pleaseee keep going.”

she began to kiss you up and down your neck as she had her hand intimately intertwined with one of yours above your head.

your whimpers and gasps were nothing you could control at the moment because of the intense intimacy. you’re sure vi definitely wanted to hear a little more than that, but shut you up to avoid yet another noise complaint. without even realizing it, you were back to being loud again, so she hushed you with two of her thick fingers that touched your mouth in a “shushh” motion before pushing them in your mouth, making you gasp and clinch around the length.

“doin’ so good for me mama, ‘m i making you feel good, hmm?”

she temporarily removed her fingers from you mouth to allow you to respond as best as you could, but you were getting fucked so good, you were a bit delayed at first; because you couldn’t even tell that she was talking to you before you moaned “y-yesss m-ma’ammm-oh fuck.”

this look on your face was making that so hard for her, you were trying to look back at her innocently while reaching back with your free hand; arching your back a little more.

she momentarily took her hand that was in your mouth, and grabbed the back of your head to push your head into the sheets a bit more to get a better view of your arch; smudging your mascara.

guess it was a little too much for her, because all she could think in that moment was; “babies, babies, babies.”

so much for trying not to cum too quick.

“ah, s-shittt, you’re about to make me cum cupcake, keep doing that and i’ll make you a m-mmh momma.”

realistically you both knew the closest thing you’d get to a child from her was a baby doll, but it was fun to imagine you being pregnant because of her.

her pace sped up inside you with the strap, but you weren’t even realizing because you were too busy trying to keep up with how she was rubbing your clit at the same pace with the hot, wet fingers she had previously stuffed in your pretty mouth.

she could see your pretty, pink painted toes curling up and your face convulsing in all sorts of ways, letting her know it was about that time you were about to let it alll out.

“o-ohmygodddd vi, s-slow downnn, i’ts tooo m-muchhh.”

“i-i can’t baby, fuckkkkk- this pussy’s too good.”

a few more thrusts and you’ve made a hugee mess everywhere, and vi is kinda pissed she didn’t even get to see your face while doing it because she had her head thrown back with her slitted eyebrows furiously furrowed; accidentally cumming at the same time as you.

“shit, i think we gotta start over, ‘didn’t get ta’ see you cum.” she mumbled to herself.

you were too fucked out to even respond back; your pussy was still sore and sensitive from your recent orgasm, yet you found comfort in vi’s strap that was still in you afterwards, before she carefully slipped it out.

vi tiredly tossed the strap to to ground to deal with at a later time; but for now, she damn sure wasn’t finished. she was determined she made sure she saw you cum this time.

vi pressed her lips against yours, as she gently scooped her arm underneath your waist and flipped you with ease onto your back; getting a good view of your pussy.

vi grabbed your thighs and hiked them up to your chest so she could get a better view; and gosh did she have one. without a second thought, she slid a finger in, and then dragged it out; repeating the motion.

“look mami, she’s already making noi-.”

*knock knock*

with two quick knocks and no warning whatsoever, a swift motion of the door opened to your room to reveal your brother; ekko, who was dressed in a ribbed white tank top with a pair of fuzzy shorts and was holding a plate of your favorite dish; cheese toast.

“sis, you’d never guess what heimerd-“

there wasn’t even enough time for the two of you to properly react and get yourselves covered; as if he hadn’t known you two messed around, but that wasn’t the point, it was still embarrassing to have your brother walk in on you at a rather vulnerable time.

“s-shit!” you slurred; trying to sit up as vi’s fingers were still in you; mimicking a scissor cutting motion. vi whipped her head around to the surprise of your big brother at the door with genuine disbelief in his face as he had walked in on you two “handling” each other.

again.

vi slid her fingers out of your sopping hole and pulled your legs from your chest with a groan; she was just getting started again and was irked that she was rudely being interrupted. she pulled the cover up over your legs, and you instinctively lowered your legs down.

blocking your frame with her intricately tattooed back facing your brother, she gestured her head to somewhat face ekko’s way, with her body towards you still; eyes flickering between you and him.

“we’re a bit busy, little man.” she said with a slight smirk. you could hear it in her voice that she was a bit amused at how embarrassed you got as soon as he walked in; it was kinda cute seeing you all worked up over something that you knew she’d take care of.

“im already knowin’, considering you two cant seem to stay out of each other’s beds.”

“and it seems like you can’t seem to mind the business that pays you.” vi responded with a laugh.

“touché, i’ll have a comeback later though, it doesn’t seem like now’s the time to get to cooking on y’all.”

“i heard they’ve got good ones on google, now close the door; and if i were smart, i’d put some headphones on.”

“and if you were smart, you’d stop playing and date my sister already.” ekko said with a smirk; already having known about you two’s “arrangement” to only be fuck buddies, but with tension like that; there was no way you two didn’t want to be together.

vi damn near had to pick her jaw up off the floor, but she knew that he was right; oh how she wanted to call you her girlfriend, but didn’t want to rush your or make you feel like you had to change your mind on a mutual agreement.

“might have to strangle you after that one ‘ko.” she tried her best to keep a playful composure, when she knew good and well what he said seriously got her thinking and she couldn’t even be mad at him for saying anything either.

“time to mind the business that pays me!” and with that he grabbed the doorknob with one hand, and used the other to sit the slightly warm plate of toast on the near surface before strolling out with a giggle, closing the door shut behind him.

something about what ekko said made vi feel bad; because she wasn’t able to properly give you the love she felt like you deserved; yet you always chose her. of course she’d always choose you, but she wouldn’t be upset if you wanted to be happy with someone who had their shit together.

whatever did she do to deserve you.

once she figured ekko had been long gone from the door, she snapped out of her thoughts and turned back to you, once again giving you her full undivided attention. “you know i love you, but-“ she started as she stared into your eyes lovingly; yet desperately while reaching for your hands to intertwine them with hers.

“i know baby, i love you too.”

“always.”

this isn’t the first time you’ve said “i love you” to one another; there have been multiple instances with absolute casualty, because it just felt so natural to let vi know that you appreciated her dearly and took in every moment with her; just as she did with you.

so hopefully in the end, it wouldn’t hurt as much when that day had to eventually come for the both of you to say goodbye.

ekko had you thrown off a bit with the sap shit, but it gave you perspective; thinking on your relationship with vi. even thought it wasn’t official, you didn’t feel like you needed a label for everyone else to see how in love you were with her; because she already knew the extent.

you’d seriously never fall back off each other.

you had kissed after saying those three words to one another to really lock in the moment; but once you two pulled away, vi seemed like a completely different woman; there was a look of softness and sensitivity in her eye that you loved, because it proved she felt comfortable enough to feel like she didn’t have to show that strong side of her all the time around you.

you immediately noticed the change in her after the kiss and completely fell in love with her all over again like it was the first time. all kinds of memories between you two just began rushing through your mind making you remember how far you’ve come.

god, if only she knew the kinds of things she did to you.

some kind of way, you grew enough confidence in the moment to let vi know exactly what kind of mood you were in now.

“y’know we’ve got some unfinished business; violet.”

when you said her name; boy, did it send chills down her spine. something about the way you said it, made her pussy twitch with excitement just hearing the dominance in your voice.

but she knew better than to get too distracted quickly; because she knew you better than anyone and also knew how quick you were to find an opportunity to dom her; not that she minded ever or anything, but just not before she got to fuck you good first.

and that’s exactly what she did, because in no time thats how you ended up with two of her fingers back inside you, dragging in and out so slow that it hurt.

she could go a bit faster but what fun was that if she couldn’t see every twist and turn of your face reacting to every push and pull of her fingers?

“v-iiii -ohmygoddddd, h-hurtss-s s-soo good baby.” you were barely able to sit back up; she was about to have your ass handicapped and sore yet again by the end of the night, and all you knew to do was take it.

she fastened her pace with her fingers, and the pleasure was getting to be a lot for you, so you didn’t exactly know where to put your hands. instinctively, they threw themselves up to your breasts as she began to squish and squeeze at your nipples.

“ss-soooo goooodd.” you slurred; biting your lip and rolling your eyes back to your skull in a wave of estacy.

vi studied your facial expressions and mannerisms to take note of what really drove you over the edge to save for a later time. but the only thing she was worried about right now was being able to see those eyes of yours cross, as she gave you yet another orgasm that was worth your while.

“looks like i’m about to get exactly what i wanted cupcake, now all you gotta do is cum.”

[theesteppenwolf]

Viktor light study <3

[mofongomuncher]

Hru, how have your days been going, hopefully they've been going well if your reqs are open can you do a fic between ekko x black reader it's kinda like a pt 2 to bicep if they weren't dating in that one or you can make it separate where they were crushing on each other for a while (for YEARS) and they argued about something stupid and that caused them to distance themselves and they started to feel bad about how they treated each other and what they said and so they go to reconcile and they pull a " I'm sorry" at the same time and they have a fluffy reconcile that lead to reader pulling him into a kiss cause he was adorable and that lead to him asking her to be his gf and she said yes and like they spend the rest of the night like together(cuddling) and giving kisses 😘 thank you

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and black reader ¡

❥ Words: 5,000+

Zaun was alive in its usual way—chaotic, grimy, and buzzing with an energy that never seemed to rest. The streets below your window hummed with the clatter of the occasional yelling and chatting by the Zaunties that passed by and shouting of traders selling scraps. You have been used to it by now. You grew up in this mess. But tonight, none of it reached you. The noise outside was drowned out by the storm in your chest.

You laid down on your worn couch, your long, dark curls falling messily over your shoulders. The dim glow of the lamp beside you casted shadows across your face, highlighting the sharpness of your cheekbones and the quiet determination in your eyes.

There was a soft tension in the air, the kind that made the whole room feel too small—like you were trapped, but not by the walls. It was the weight of the silence that had followed the argument with Ekko. The silence that felt like a cold void between you two, and no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, your mind always returned to him.

His face. His words. How they had hurt more than they should have.

For years, Ekko had been your constant. Your partner-in-crime, the one person who never judged you or treated you like you were just another face in the crowded, filthy streets of Zaun. You remembered the two of you as kids, sneaking through alleys, racing down narrow walkways, laughing at the most ridiculous things. He'd always been the dreamer—the one with big plans and bigger ambitions. You? You'd always been the realist, the grounded one, quick to remind him of the risks and dangers lurking around every corner.

But as you both grew older, the divide between the dreamer and the realist started to feel more... complicated. Ekko had become a leader of sorts, a symbol of hope for the Firelights, building something bigger than either of you had ever imagined as kids. And you? You were stuck in the same spot, wondering if you had missed your chance.

Somewhere in those years of shared glances, quiet conversations, and stolen moments, your feelings for him had shifted. It wasn't just friendship anymore. You caught yourself lingering a little too long when he touched your arm, your heart stuttered when he laughed, and you found it harder to look him in the eye without feeling something more. The weight of that realization was something you could never share—at least, not without risking everything.

And now, after everything, you weren't even sure if that was still an option.

You ran a hand through your curls, letting out a slow breath as you glanced at the worn photo of the two of you sitting on your nightstand next to your couch. It was from the first Firelights mission you'd worked together. His arm around your shoulders, his eyes bright with excitement, your head tilted slightly, smiling like the world was something you could actually fix together. The photo felt like a lifetime ago.

Your eyes stung. Maybe the fight didn't just hurt because of the words exchanged. Maybe it was because you weren't sure how much longer you could keep pretending nothing had changed.

It all started in Ekkos room. You were bent over a half-finished project, trying to fix a stupid radio one of the little firelights dropped while they were running around with it. But your mind wasn't focused on the radio, it was elsewhere. The dinner you planned to have with Ekko, you guys had been talking about it for almost weeks now.

You were almost starting to feel like you were just another problem on his list, something that always came second to whatever battle he was fighting next.

You glanced over at him. The boy was hunched over his table, his fingers moving quickly as he adjusted the mechanics of something—probably one of his random inventions. The table was cluttered with metal parts and blueprints.

He always had something going on, always had something bigger to fix, to build, to protect.

You stood up from your workbench and cleared your throat, trying to sound casual, though you felt a bit of irritation creeping up for some reason. "Ekko..." you began, "Are we still on for tonight?"

Ekko didn't even look up, absorbed in the small adjustments he was making to whatever he was making. His focus was so intense, it was almost like you weren't even there. "Hmm?" he mumbled, distracted.

"Uhhh, we made plans. Dinner...remember?" You repeated, your voice slightly sharper now. You'd been looking forward to it for so long, to just spend time with him outside of all this—his endless work and the weight of everything on his shoulders.

"You promised.."

His hands stilled for a moment, and he finally looked up at you. His expression was distant. "Oh yeah...I remember." he said, but there was a lack of enthusiasm in his tone. Clearly, it seemed like he didn't seem to care or understand the importance of it to you. "I've got too much to do tonight. This thing won't finish itself."

There it was again.

You felt a sharp pang in your chest. The response was so casual now, so dismissive. Every single time you made plans, every time you wanted to spend some quality time together, his work—or something else—always took priority. It was like you were constantly waiting for him to be done with whatever big thing he had on his plate, and it was so exhausting.

"Ekko are you deadass?" you started again, trying to keep your cool, but your frustration was seeping through. "This isn't just about dinner...We literally talked about this Ekko. You said you'd make time. It's not just about fixing things or missions. It's about US. It's about you showing up for once, and not just dropping everything for some stupid project or some emergency."

Ekko stood up, his movements quick and sharp. "You don't get it Y/N." His voice had hardened, that familiar edge to it that meant he was getting defensive. "I don't have the luxury to just 'show up..' I'm not some regular person who can afford to go out whenever they want...I've got responsibilities. People that actually depend on me, on what I'm building here."

His words hit harder than you expected. The way he said it, the weight behind it. You knew he carried a heavy burden—the whole city was depending on him, on his inventions, on his ability to make things right after everything that had happened with the Undercity and the fallout with the Shimmer. But sometimes it felt like he used that as an excuse for every single thing.

"Oh please don't tell me you really going to pull the 'people depend on me' card again?" you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. "I get that you're the hero now...You've got this whole responsibility to protect everyone, to keep things together. But you can't keep pretending like that means you can't show up once in a while for the people closest to you."

Ekko's jaw clenched, and he looked away for a moment, clearly annoyed. "This isn't just some excuse Y/N—I am protecting our people. People like you.." His tone was harsh. "I'm doing this because I have to....because there's no one else who can."

You could feel the anger bubbling up inside you now. "Okay but what about me Ekko? What about us?" You took a step closer, eyes narrowing as you stared at him. "You keep fucking pushing me aside, making me feel like I'm not worth your time anymore...like I don't even matter."

Ekko's eyes darkened, and his voice was sharper than ever. "I've never said you don't matter Y/N.. But this—" he gestured vaguely at the work around him, the piles of blueprints, the unfinished projects. "this is my life. You knew that when you decided to stick around. I'm not going to sit here and apologize for doing what needs to be done."

"You don't even see it, do you?" You felt a lump rise in your throat, and your chest tightened with the weight of everything you were holding back now. "You're so caught up in saving the world that you've forgotten about the people who are standing right in front of you Ekko. You act like I'm supposed to understand, but it's been years, Ekko. And I'm so tired of this."

Ekko's fists clenched at his sides. You could see him struggling to contain his anger, the frustration of juggling everything in his life bubbling to the surface. He took a step closer, his voice lower than before. "I never asked you to wait. I never told you to stay. If you're tired of it, then leave Y/N, simple as that. I can't keep apologizing for not being the person you want me to be."

His words stung like hell. The suggestion that you should just leave—that you weren't even important enough to make an effort for—was such a punch in the gut.

You blinked, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I'm not asking you to be someone else Ekko. I just want you to be here for once. Not just when it's convenient for you."

Ekko stood there, a tense silence between you both. His gaze softened just a fraction after seeing the tears build up in your eyes, but the walls he'd built around himself were still there, towering and sealed.

Finally, he spoke, but his words were as cold as the air between you. "Maybe I can't be what you want me to be then. I don't know how to fix that. I can't change everything for you...Not when I'm trying to keep this city from falling apart."

You shook your head slowly, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. "Huh, I'm starting to wonder if this city matters more to you than I do."

Ekko flinched, his expression hardening once more. "Don't twist it like that Y/N. I'm doing this for everyone."

"Yeah, well, clearly you're not doing it for me right?" The words came out in a whisper, but they felt like a weight on your chest. "What about the person who's been here with you through thick and thin?"

Ekko said nothing. His lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes avoiding yours, the unspoken truth lingering in the air between you.

You turned away, your heart pounding. "I can't keep doing this Ekko...I'm just done at this point."

Without another word, you left the workshop, the door slamming shut behind you.

Ekko didn't stop you. He didn't try to call you back, nothing.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever realize just how much you had given him—or if he even cared.

Ekko sat alone in his room, nothing felt right tonight. The usual comfort of his workshop, felt hollow, his mind kept drifting back to the argument he had just had with Y/N.

"What about me Ekko? What about us?"

Her voice replayed in his mind like a constant loop, each word harder to ignore with every passing second. He ran his fingers over the worn edges of his table, his mind drifting back to a time when things were so much simpler, when life was just about working on our little gadgets, sharing secrets, running through the dusty streets of the Undercity.

Back when things were just him and Y/N.

Growing up together in the depths of Zaun had forged a bond between them that was almost unbreakable. Ekko remembered the first time he had met her. He was about 10 years old, he had bumped into Y/N on his way into Benoz's shop.

Y/N was different from the other kids—they both had a knack for inventions and painting, something that set them apart from the rest of the kids around. She was never afraid to get her hands dirty, wasn't afraid to dive headfirst into a problem. And, like Ekko, she had a fire in her—a need to just build, to fix, and to make things better.

What really stuck with Ekko was how they had always been able to talk to each other without words. They didn't need to explain everything. Whether it was a glance or a nod, they understood each other in ways no one else did. They had each other's backs through everything—the struggles, the losses, the pain of living in the shadows of Piltover's gleaming towers. It had always been the two of them.

Even after everything that had happened—his rise to leading the Firelights, the battles they had fought, and the weight of keeping the city from collapsing under its own greed—Y/N was always by his side. No matter what it was.

But the weight of his responsibilities, the constant struggle to keep his city safe from those who strived to exploit it, had begun to take a toll on their relationship.

Ekko's gaze drifted to the window. He could still picture Y/N's face, even from memory. Her skin was rich and smooth—her long dark hair, those beautiful lush curls, had always framed her face just right. The way her eyes big brown eyes sparkled every-time she spoke. She had such an elegance to her, despite the chaos of their world—she had a grounded beauty that was so hard to describe.

She never tried to hide her imperfections, never pretended to be something she wasn't. She didn't have to. To Ekko, she was perfect, even with all the scars life had left on them both.

Her smile, the way she would smile when they finished a project together, the way she would light up when they discovered something new—it was these things that made Ekko's heart ache now. Because he had taken them for granted. He had been so focused on his work, so consumed by the mission, that he had stopped seeing her the way he should have.

As a child, he had never really understood the feelings he had for her. She was just Y/N—his partner, his closest friend. But as they grew older, as they became more than just kids playing around in the wreckage, something had shifted. There had always been an undeniable pull between them, a connection that Ekko had tried so hard to ignore. It was safer that way—keeping things unspoken.

After all, what if he couldn't protect her the way she deserved? What if she became a target for his enemies? He couldn't let her get caught in the middle of his war with the city's power players.

Now as he sat in his room, the weight of his own words ringed in his ears, he realized he had made a mistake. He hadn't just failed her as a friend—he had failed her as someone who cared.

"I'm doing this for everyone." he had said when she tried to get him to see reason.

And maybe part of him truly believed it. But the real truth was, Ekko had never been good at balancing it all. The more he built these new inventions, the more he fought, the more he realized just how much he was sacrificing in the process.

He hadn't been there for her—not in the way she deserved. She had been right...he had been so consumed with saving the world, with fixing the city, that he had forgotten to show up for the one person who had always stood by his side.

Ekko clenched his fists, his pulse quickening. It wasn't just about fixing things anymore. It was about understanding that she had always been there, right in front of him, waiting for him to see what was important.

And deep down, he knew he had feelings for her. He couldn't deny it. Not anymore.

The thought of losing her—of her walking away and never coming back was terrifying. He couldn't bear the idea of never seeing that spark in her eyes again, of never hearing that laugh that always made everything feel so much lighter, or feeling the warmth of her presence by his side. He had kept her at arm's length, telling himself that his mission was all that mattered, that his work was what would save them all. But in the end, it wasn't just the work that mattered. It was her.

As the silence of his workshop pressed in around him, Ekko finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth across the room. He needed to fix this quick, to make things right. But how? How could he apologize for everything he had ignored? For all the times he had chosen everything else over her?

The idea of telling her how he felt—scared him. But it was clear that if he didn't, he might lose her for good.

And that thought, more than anything, made his decision for him.

He wasn't going to let her slip away. Not without a fight.

After the argument, everything felt so... off. Like the world had tilted just slightly. You had walked away from him, angry and hurt, but as the hours dragged on now, the anger had slowly faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of longing. Your heart had ached, not just from the words exchanged, but from the thought that Ekko hadn't truly seen you—really seen you—despite everything.

You had always been there for him. For years, through the chaos of the Undercity, the constant fights, the work that never seemed to end. You had been his rock, his best friend, the one who knew him best, even before everything with the Firelights, before the world seemed to make him bigger than the boy you grew up with.

But somehow, over time, it felt like you were just another thing on his to-do list.

In the silence of your apartment, you couldn't help but think about the way he had dismissed you earlier. The words stung still. It wasn't just that he had chosen his work over you again—it was the way he'd made you feel like you were asking for too much....That you were the inconvenience.

Beneath the frustration, you couldn't deny the feelings that had always been there, deep down. Feelings that you'd tried to bury for so many years, telling yourself that you two were just friends. And only that. That it was easier to keep things simple.

But with every glance, every small touch, the feelings grew.

You liked him. You had liked him for a such a long time. You could never quite put your finger on when it had shifted from a deep, comfortable friendship to something more. Maybe it had always been there, hiding beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment.

Maybe it was the way his eyes softened when he laughed, or the way his hands would brush against yours when you worked together. It was the little things that made your heart flutter—things you never had the courage to say out loud. Because you were afraid. Afraid of losing the friendship you had. Afraid of him not feeling the same.

Now, as you sat in your room, all you could think about was how he must have felt. Had he felt the same way all these years? Or was it just you, hanging on to something he'd never noticed?

You let out a sigh, rubbing your forehead. It didn't matter now. What mattered was that you had pushed him away. Your frustration had taken over, and in the heat of the moment, you had said things you didn't mean.

Now, all you could think about was how much you missed him. How much you needed him—his presence, his smile, the way he always knew how to make everything seem a little bit less heavy.

There was a soft click of your door that interrupted your thoughts, and you froze. Was it him? Did this man really just open your door without knocking?

You laid up from the couch—looking up at the door. There he was, standing in the doorway, Ekko—his figure framed by the dim light of the hallway.

You got up from the couch, not saying a single thing at first, just staring at him in surprise. There was something different about him now. His usual confidence was completely gone, it was replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

He shifted his weight a little, you could tell he was struggling to find the right words, but nothing came immediately. He wasn't going to apologize yet—not yet, but the hesitation was enough to let you know he was trying to understand where you were coming from. And that small shift in him gave you a bit of hope.

Instead of speaking immediately, Ekko walked closer to you, looking uncertain as he placed himself in front of you. He didn't say anything for a long while, and the silence felt heavy, like the weight of everything that had been left unsaid was hanging in the air between you both.

"Y/N..." he began quietly, his voice unusually soft, "I—I didn't mean to hurt you. You... you know that, right?" There was a vulnerability in his words that you hadn't expected, and it made your chest tighten.

You glanced at him, a part of you wanting to hold on to your anger, but another part of you could see how much it cost him to say that.

You let out a slow breath, fighting the urge to pull away. "I just... I need to feel like I'm not invisible to you Ekko. That I matter just as much as everything else in your life." Your voice wavered, and you bit your lip to keep yourself together.

Ekko didn't respond immediately. He simply stood there, his eyes watching you carefully as if searching for the right thing to say.

For the first time, you saw how conflicted he was. The anger he'd shown earlier was gone, replaced by something so much deeper.

"I've always been here Ekko...I Always stood by you. But sometimes—sometimes it feels like... you don't even see me at all.." you murmured, your heart aching with every word you spoke.

You could tell that what you said had hit him harder than he expected. He looked down at the ground, struggling to find the right words.

"I don't know how to do everything Y/N. I really don't....and I'm so sorry." Ekko admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just trying to fix this world, and....and I don't always know how to balance it all. But I didn't mean to make you feel small in the process. You matter... you matter more than I've been showing lately."

The sincerity in his words made something inside you shift. It wasn't the grand apology you'd imagined, but it was real. It was more than just a recognition of what had happened—it was an acknowledgment that you were important, that your feelings did matter.

At that moment, you both spoke in unison.

"I'm sorry."

There was a brief pause. Then, almost as if on cue, you both let out a small, nervous laugh at the same time. The tension in the room seemed to lift, you both exchanged an awkward look.

Ekko's face turned slightly pink, and for the first time, you noticed how shy he looked in that moment.

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "I guess we're both really bad at this apologizing thing, huh?"

“Looks like we are,” you teased, a soft giggle escaping as you watched him fumble.

Your heart fluttered at his little reaction. There was something about how awkward he was being right now that made you smile even more. His nervous energy, his uncertainty—it was so... adorable. The way he was standing there, so vulnerable yet trying to make light of the situation, made him seem so much more real, more human.

You couldn't help yourself. You didn't want to hide these feeling anymore. It felt was like there was a magnetic that was pulling you to him. You couldn't stop staring at him, the way his eyes softened, the little pink flush on his cheeks, the way he was trying so hard to be brave but couldn't quite hide how much he cared. It was all just too adorable for you.

Without thinking, you took a step closer to him, then another, until you were right in front of him. His big brown puppy eyes locked onto yours, his expression shifting to something more uncertain as you reached up, your fingers grazed his cheek gently.

His breath suddenly hitched, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

"You're so cute when you're nervous.." you whispered softly, the words slipping between you like a secret you could only share with him. The intensity of the moment had Ekko blushing even harder than before, his usual confidence was replaced with something softer.

“I wouldn’t say cute…” he chuckled nervously, his fingers still nervously rubbing the back of his neck, as if trying to shake off the sudden awkwardness. You couldn’t help but smile. “Oh you’re so cute.” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. “I never thought I’d ever see you all flustered Ekko. I thought you were always the confident one.”

He opened his mouth, probably to snap back at your comment, but no words came out. It was like he was frozen, caught in the quiet tension of the air between you two.

You didn't wait for him to speak, feeling the heat rising in your chest. With a sudden, quiet urgency, you moved closer, tilting your head—as your lips brushed his. It was a soft, testing kiss, as though both of you were taking a breath before diving into water.

But that first, hesitant brush of lips was only the beginning.

You closed the distance between you, your hands instinctively finding his face, cupping it as if you wanted to memorize every detail of the way his skin felt against your touch. Everything inside you seemed to melt. His lips were so soft against yours, the way his body seemed to lean into you, as though he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life too.

Ekko's hands were hesitant at first, unsure, as if still processing what was happening, but soon they found their place at your waist, he gently pulled you closer.

The world around you seemed to fade as everything in that moment focused solely on the feel of his arms around you, the way your chest pressed against his, each breath mingling between the two of you. It was everything you'd been too scared to say out loud, expressed in the kiss—it was raw, tender but desperate all at once.

You felt your heart race in your chest, the realization that this—this was your first kiss, and it felt almost unreal.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you couldn't help but smile softly at the way he looked at you, his face flushed, his big brown eyes wide.

Ekko chuckled, his voice low and warm. "I—uh... wow..." he murmured, his words a little shaky. He looked at you for a moment, still trying to catch his breath. His hands, still on your waist, gave you a gentle squeeze, grounding himself as if to make sure this wasn't a dream.

His gaze softened, and for a second, it seemed like he was trying to collect himself. But when he spoke again, his voice was quieter, more serious. "Y/N... I've been such an idiot. You've always been right in front of me, and I've... I've let my head get in the way for so fucking long." He stepped back just slightly, as if to get a better look at you, but the intensity in his eyes didn't waver. "You've been here, through everything—when no one else was. And—And I guess I never realized until now how much I've been waiting for something like this, waiting for you."

"I've always... cared about you, you know? More than just as a friend. But I never knew how to say it, or if I was even allowed to say it. I kept thinking I had time, that things would just... fall into place. But after everything....I just don't think I can't keep pretending like I don't feel...this anymore." He took another step closer, his voice shaking slightly as he finally let himself admit the truth. "Y/N...I want to be with you. I've wanted this for so long. Will you... will you be my girlfriend?"

Your heart was racing at this point, but not just from the kiss. The words he had just spoken had left you completely stunned, each word sinked in with a weight you had never expected. For the first time in a long while, you didn't feel like you were just a bystander in your own life. You were here, with him, and everything—the tension, the uncertainty, the frustration—seemed to just melt away in that one moment.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the warmth spreading through you made it almost impossible. You had been waiting for this moment for years, hoping he'd one day—finally see what had been right in front of him.

But now the truth was out there, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"You really are a mess, you know that?" you teased, a small smile playing on your lips as you stepped closer to him. The light teasing was a way to mask the vulnerability you were feeling, but it felt so right.

This was Ekko. Your Ekko.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and free, a bit of the tension breaking between you both. "It took you this long?"

Ekko blinked at you, his brows furrowed as he took a step closer. "Hey, don't start with me now." he said with a grin, the usual spark of mischief returning to his eyes. "I've had a lot on my plate." He paused, a more serious look falling over him. "But, seriously... I mean it all Y/N. I've wanted to ask for a long time, but I kept putting it off. I—I just didn't know how to say it, and I definitely didn't want to screw things up with you." His hand reached out, brushing a loose curl from your face, the touch soft and intimate.

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest, his words filling in the cracks that had formed between you just days ago.

You reached up, placing your hand gently over his, guiding it to your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

"I've wanted this too Ekko.." you admitted, your voice softer now. "I've wanted you for so long." You gave a playful smile, your fingers tracing over his hand. "You're kind of an idiot for making me wait this long though."

Ekko chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "Yeah, well... that's me. Always running around fixing things for everyone else and never fixing the stuff that matters most." He took a deep breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw him let his guard down completely, his expression was so soft, so fragile.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You simply stood there, looking at one another.  The world outside—the noise of Zaun, the chaotic hum of the city—seemed so far away, like if it even mattered. In this moment, it was only the two of you.

You breathed out softly, letting the quiet of the moment sink in. "So, no more putting all of your little invention and missions before me?"

"That's no more, I promise.." Ekko said, his eyes softening, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, the tension between you two began to ease.

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Good. You still owe me dinner, don't think I forgot."

Ekko chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "I haven't forgotten doll." he said, his voice warm but teasing. "But dinner's for tomorrow, not tonight. I promise."

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a soft nudge with your shoulder. "You always say that Ekko. We all know what happens the next day."

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back. "I mean it this time. Tomorrow. No distractions, nothing. "

You looked at him with a soft, teasing smile. "I'll hold you to that."

Ekko smiled as he planted a quick kiss on your nose before he lifted you up gently. His biceps flexing as he supported your weight. The way he held you so effortlessly, made your face heat up. The warmth of his body against yours made you feel so safe, and the gentle yet confident way he eased you down onto the couch made your little heart flutter.

He made sure you were comfortable before he settled in beside you. His muscles seemed to mold around you as he curled his body to yours, his chest strong and steady beneath your cheek, making it feel like you could stay in this embrace forever.

"Comfy?" he asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Yeah..." you whispered, your fingers grazing the firm muscles of his arm. The soft, warm skin of his biceps felt so smooth under your touch.

As you both lay there, you could feel the steady warmth of his body, the way his chest rose and fell against you with each breath. Ekko just couldn't help himself—he planted little kisses along your shoulder, your cheek, he was soft and gentle—he couldn't resist showing you just how much he cared.

"You better not forget Ekko, tomorrow…do you hear me?" you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"Yes ma'am." he replied, a playful glint in his eyes as he kissed the tip of your nose. "You can have my full attention tomorrow. I promise.”

You giggled softly, your hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart beat steady and strong beneath your fingers. "I love you little man."

He kissed you again, a quick but deep kiss, before pulling back just enough to smile at you. "I love you too doll. "

The world seemed to disappear as you both lay there, curled up together on the couch, stealing kisses in between soft conversations. The rest of the world seemed so far away, and all that mattered was this moment, this comfort of knowing that you were together.

Chattt I really hope this was alright, this is my first time doing a request fic :,)

Oh also, can you guys tell I have a bicep obsession?

I tried to not to make it obvious in the story

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[hethress]

Mel and Jayce off screen at some point, source? Trust me bro.

[squooshit]

Astrological Eldritch Backshot compliation

[gobbogoo]

Here's a fantastic analysis of how Heimerdinger is written deceptively. Didn't expect to FEEL things for the little guy. 100% worth a watch!

For those looking for a quick summary:

(Excluding a lot of the video's nuance and the emotional resonance it creates)

Season 1 intentionally breaks the "show, don't tell" rule to display Heimerdinger's sheltered impotence as a leader, scientist, and most importantly mentor to Viktor and Jayce. He does nothing but deliver tone-deaf advice and proverbs that SOUND deep, but make no sense upon inspection.

Then season 2 sees Ekko gradually open the Yordle's mind to his own penchant for inaction. Gradually he starts doing more and fearing less, going from Ekko's ""mentor"" to his partner. This arc culminates in the first and only time Heimerdinger delivers an actually wise proverb: when he tells Ekko to go spend time with Powder.

Then when Ekko returns, we finally see a version of Heimerdinger whose claims of altruism and brilliance are at-last SHOWN instead of TOLD. At-last, he's earned the respect of the writers.

[ipusingularitae]

viktor: what am i?

jayce: you're alive

OKAY THEN BYE

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

studying Irish folklore has me thinking of selkie!Viktor……….

[sp00kynico]

Little Jinx study to understand how tf the Arcane artstyle works !!!! There's a few mistakes but I hope to get it down to a t with more practice, still enjoyed making this a lot tho

[starrydoglover]

My sister asked me to draw young silo and I blacked out

[bluessom1]

Comforting hug, they need it.

[inkedkatt]

[shaunashipmanslvr]

very quick sevika sketch because i need her bad

kitty meow meow baby

[mofongomuncher]

𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and Reader ¡

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you as you messed with the radio. Your eyes flickered back at me, amusement written all over your face.

"dancing? Seriously?" I asked, arching a brow. My voice carried my usual skepticism, but I couldn't lie—I was curious.

You grinned, turning fully to face me. "It's gonna be funnn Ekko, trust."

I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head.

"Alrighty" you started, stepping closer. My breath hitched slightly at the proximity, but I didn't move. "Firstt, we need to feel the music. This is not just about the steps, it's about the flow. Okay?"

I hesitated. Dancing wasn't exactly my thing—fighting, strategizing, outmaneuvering? Yeah. But this? This was different. Still, when you extended your hand, palm open, waiting, I found myself stepping forward.

My fingers brushed against yours, and for some reason, that simple touch sent a shock up my arm. You guided me into position, your hand light on mine, but firm. I swallowed, trying to focus, but it was hard when you were this close.

The music pulsed through the air, the steady beat wrapping around us. I followed your movements, my steps stiff at first, hesitant. But your eyes were locked onto mine, full of something I couldn't quite name, and it kept me grounded.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. You taught me how to dance.)

"Just trust the rhythm, baby.." you murmured. Your voice was soft but steady, pulling me in.

"Just let go and follow me."

I nodded, inhaling deeply. My grip on your hand tightened, more sure now. I let myself listen to the music, to the space between us. And slowly, I started to move with you, matching your steps.

That's when I really felt it.

The way your body guided mine, the way your fingertips brushed my skin as you corrected my form. You were patient, your touch lingering just a second too long in places, making my pulse spike. It wasn't just dancing. It was something else. Something more.

You moved closer, your hands grazing my shoulders, my waist. My breath hitched as we found our rhythm, bodies brushing, moving in perfect sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

The song flowed through us, and suddenly, it wasn't about the steps at all. It was about you and me. The way your lips parted slightly as you focused, the way your laughter mixed with the melody. The way your body fit so perfectly against mine.

Then you pulled me closer.

My hands found your waist instinctively, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt. You spun, and I followed, completely lost in you, in this moment.

We were inches apart now, your breath warm against my skin, your gaze flickering to my lips for just a second. The space between us wasn't much—but it felt unbearable.

I felt the way your grip on my hand tightened, the way you leaned in just enough to give me all the confirmation I needed.

So I closed the gap.

The first touch of your lips was soft, hesitant—like we were both holding back, caught in the weight of everything unsaid. But then, we melted into it, the kiss deepening as my arms wrapped around you, pulling you in.

You sighed into me, your fingers slipping into my hair, and fuck—I was gone.

Lost in the way you tasted, in the way your body pressed against mine. The music faded into the background, but I could still feel it, the rhythm of the song now in sync with the rhythm of our hearts.

By the time we pulled away, the song had ended.

Our eyes locked on eachother, our breaths mixing, the space between us still humming with energy.

"You know, you're not so bad as I thought.." you murmured, your lips still swollen from the kiss.

I huffed a quiet laugh, my fingers still tracing the shape of your waist. "I just needed the right teacher. That's all" My voice was lower now, more serious, because this—you—was different.

You smiled, small but it was real.

And as I stood there, my hand still over your heartbeat, I knew one thing for sure—

I wasn't never gonna forget this.

I lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling of some random rundown safe house. The war was over—if you could even call it that. Noxus, Piltover, Zaun... They had all left their scars, and now all that was left was the rubble. The ghosts.

A soft breath against my chest made me glance down. Jinx. She was curled into me, her short wild blue hair spilling over my arm, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful—like none of it had ever happened.

But my mind wasn't here.

It was there.

A song crackled faintly from the old radio in the corner of our room, the sound warping with static, but I didn't need it to be clear. I knew the lyrics. The rhythm.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. taught me how to dance.)

I shut my eyes.

And suddenly, I wasn't in a broken bed, surrounded by the smell of gunpowder and metal.

I was with you.

Your laughter, soft and sweet, filled the air, blending with the melody. I could still feel your hand on my chest, steadying me as I fumbled through the steps. You had been so patient. So damn patient with me, smiling every time I messed up, teasing me, guiding me.

"You're stiff again." you had said, laughing, your fingers squeezing mine. "Loosen up baby."

I had rolled my eyes, but I had listened. Because I always listened when it was you.

The memory felt so real. I could feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine, the sway of your hips leading me through the dance. The world had blurred away until it was just us, moving to the music, our heartbeats in sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

The way you had looked at me that night... like I was yours. Like I was the only one who mattered.

And then the kiss.

Fuck.

That kiss.

I could still taste it, still feel the way your lips had lingered on mine like you were trying to memorize me. The way your hands had slid up my arms, pulling me closer, like letting go wasn't an option.

"Everything feels right..." you had whispered.

And I had believed you.

But now, lying in this bed with her, with Jinx, I knew the truth.

I lost you.

I had let you slip through my fingers, like sand I couldn't hold onto no matter how hard I tried.

And maybe I deserved that.

Yo con cualquiera me puedo acostar Pero no con cualquiera quiero despertar Solo con usted, con usted Yo bailo con usted, na'má con usted Un beso donde esté, donde estés, beb—

(Oh, I can sleep with anyone But I don't wanna wake up with just anyone Only with you, with you I only dance with you, no one else but you A kiss to wherever you are, wherever you are, baby-)

The radio stuttered, the song fading into static before cutting off entirely.

Jinx stirred against my chest, her breath soft and slow as she blinked awake, a little mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She looked up at me, her pink eyes glowing with that usual spark of energy.

Without warning, she planted a quick kiss on my lips—teasing, playful, just enough to leave a mark without lingering too long. "I knew you'd be the perfect pillow Ekko.." she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

I froze for a moment, still feeling the echo of your presence in my mind, even as Jinx leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs.

I fought the urge to pull away from the thoughts of you.

"Hm, is it always this quiet when I wake up?" she asked, her voice slightly teasing but not quite crossing any lines. "You're usually more talkative."

I tried to keep it casual, trying to focus on her words, even though my mind was running elsewhere. "Guess you caught me off guard.." I muttered, my voice a little strained.

She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care since she settled back down against me, curling her body into mine. Her hand rested on my chest, her fingers lightly grazing my chest.

"You're a strange one little man.." she said, her tone softening as she laid her head back down on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to explain that my heart wasn't really in this moment. But all I could do was lay there, my chest tightening with the weight of my thoughts.

I wanted to turn back time.

I wanted to go back to that night, to that song, to that dance, to you.

But all I could do was lay here, trapped in memories that would never be more than that.

(Any fellow Puerto Ricans here?? Lmkk )

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