#claggor x chubby reader

[melancholymetropolis]

Please Please Please

plot: Marriage Law AU In which two best friends partake in a marriage of connivence to appease a marriage law placed on Piltover. However, one party is no longer satisfied with that arrangement and proposes a divorce.

pairings: Adult!Claggor x Reader

genre(s): Hurt with Comfort; YEARNING; childhood friends to lovers

warnings: unedited (mostly). MUTUAL SILENT PINING. friends to married idiots to lovers. lots of tears from both parties. love confession for the ages. no smut, just feels

a/n: I promised this months ago, but burn out is real. I am fully aware that this might make no noise, but I needed to get this out. I needed to write something where two people are so hopelessly in love with one another that they almost sabotage it. this is for the sad girls-- they need love too

w.c: 2.0k

“I think. . . we should get a divorce,” I said, looking up from the steaming pile of mashed potatoes on my plate.

Claggor lowered the serving spoon back into the bowl, before placing it on the table. His hands clenched and released repeatedly, just as his mouth started open before snapping shut. He was trying, and failing, to find the right thing to say. Thoughts played out on his face like subtitles, yet they managed to be jumbled together. After a few seconds, the taller gentleman inhaled sharply and raised the glass of wine to his lips. He took several gulps before waving his hand for me to continue.

I didn't know how I expected him to react, but it wasn’t like that. Clay was flustered and speechless. Two reactions I've hardly ever seen him portray in our decade long friendship together. His demeanor was that of confidence and security. There wasn't anything he couldn't achieve with his hard work ethic and enlightened mind. It was one of the reasons why he was a decorated engineer at such a young age. Why he had a seat on the Council, discussing the worries of undercity residents and bringing further unity to Piltover. 

“Well,” I said, nervously tapping the table. “When the Marriage Law was announced, you suggested a union between us to avoid becoming entangled with strangers. A platonic union.”

“Are you not. . . happy with this arrangement?” Claggor chose his words carefully. As if he were lighting a match next to a powder keg.

“I . . .” I turned away from him, almost too embarrassed to express my wants. I mirrored his actions: grabbed my glass of wine and took several gulps from it. I sighed heavily and looked back up at him. His brown eyes were trained on me. Watching my every move, dissecting every expression on my face. 

There was a look of panic behind them, of desperation. 

He didn’t want this to end.

“I am happy with the arrangement,” I replied. “You're my best friend and confidant. My right hand. You know me better than anyone else. So, it was a no brainer to enter this union with you. I love the home we created and spending time with you. It's just. . .”

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said gently.

“I . . . want more,” I said softly. “I want a romantic partner more than a platonic husband. And I know you're not interested in romance. You made that notion very clear with our separate rooms and such.” I paused for a second and chewed on my bottom lip. I waited until the words arranged themselves in a neat pattern before speaking again. “I am watching my homegirls go on dates, buy engagement rings, have giant weddings with their spouses. It didn’t bother me in the beginning, since this whole mandated marriage thing was so fresh. But, it’s starting to. I feel like I am missing out on something wonderful. And I don't want to pressure you into having that kind of relationship. So, I'm suggesting a separation. A no-fault divorce.”

Claggor nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I replied with a raised eyebrow. “‘Okay’ as you understand? Or ‘Okay’ as in "let's get divorced””.

“More like “Okay, let's go on a date””.

“You don't mean that,” I said, shocked. 

Claggor took another swig of his wine before leaning forward. “I do.”

“You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

“Bullshit”.

Clay chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “What? Are you scared to go on a date with your husband?”

“Well. . . yes”, I said, earning a deeper laugh from Claggor. 

“Come on, sweet pea,” he teased.

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“I won't bite. . . unless you want me to.” There was a smirk on his lips. Dangerous and seductive, just like the rest of him at that moment. 

“Clay, what are you doing?” I said with narrowed eyes. “What's your angle?”

“No angle,” he replied with a shrug. “Simply flirting with my wife.”

My body froze. My eyes scanned his face. Once. Twice. Three times to find the joke. To find humor behind that gaze. There wasn’t any. He was being completely serious. The realization caused me to slump back in my chair. Out of all the things I’ve been expecting, his proposition for romance had not been one of them. He was a man of solutions, or facts. To me, he saw our marriage as a means to an end. I was the only straight, single woman left in our friend group. We had enough history to know all sides of each other. The good, the bad and the annoying traits that graced our person. The fear of the unknown had always plagued my consciousness. The uncertainty of the future had given me crippling anxiety. Marrying a stranger would’ve been too risky then; Claggor was the safest option. He made me feel secure and seen. There had been many nights that he simply held me during a panic attack, or called out of work because I wasn’t feeling too well. But, when I was all better, he’d never mention those times again. Almost like they didn’t happen. Almost like they meant nothing to him; which was why I thought romance was completely off the table. It was why I thought I needed to find someone else.

Because loving someone who doesn’t want me has gotten too painful.

The buzzing of the timer brought me back to reality. I snapped to my feet and took quick steps to the kitchen. I hastily shoved on the oven mitts and opened the metal door. I removed the cobbler from the top rack and placed it on the stove. In one fell swoop, I turned off the oven, took off my mitts and placed them back on the designated hook by the stove. After taking several deep breaths, I turned on my heel and intended to head to the dining room. But Claggor was standing in the kitchen’s doorway. A wary look on his face. 

“Did I do something wrong?” There was hurt in his voice, a pain I have heard before.

“No, of course not,” I said a little too quickly. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re crying, sweet pea,” he said, softly.

I pressed a hand to my cheek and immediately felt damp skin. “Oh.”

“You have to talk to me, Y/N,” Claggor states, taking small steps in the room. “Because clearly something is bothering you and it has to do with our marriage. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Marriage.

It was one of the few times he referred to our agreement with that word. 

It was always “union” or “arrangement”.

Hardly ever marriage.

Hardly ever a word that insinuated more than a platonic relationship.

A friendship. 

“Do you. . .” I heard myself asking. “Love me. . . romantically?”

A somber smile formed on his lips. And, despite my blurry vision, I could see his eyes begin to gloss over. Every muscle in his body relaxed. He was about an arm’s length away from me, then. But, he didn’t dare touch me. Afraid of how I might react; knowing my history and skittish tendencies. 

“Baby, I have loved you every day since we were fifteen years old,” he confessed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “And just when I think I can’t love you anymore, you do something that makes my heart grow three sizes.” A tear rolled from his left eye and rolled on his cheek. He didn’t bother to wipe it away. “I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. I couldn’t. I won’t. You are the love of my life. So, please. . . please don’t leave me now. Not when I just got you all to myself.”

More tears escape their ducts and slide down my cheeks. “But you said you wanted this marriage to remain platonic. Hell, you didn’t call it ‘marriage’ when you proposed. You said it was an “arrangement”, like some sort of business deal.”

“Come on, sweet pea,” he teased. “If I told you I felt, you would’ve run for the hills. We both know that.”

A small giggle fell from my lips. “True.”

Claggor took a step forward, our bodies mere inches apart. “I had to present this marriage in the most non-threatening way possible for you to even consider it. Hence, the separate rooms, separate bank accounts and separate lifestyles. The “marriage” couldn’t be more than a legal obligation in the beginning.’

“You wanted me to trust you,” I declared, stepping forward. 

“Exactly,” Claggor replied, closing the distance between us. “There wouldn’t be a relationship if we couldn’t trust each other.”

The rise and fall of his chest was quick and almost panicked. The complete opposite of his calm demeanor. His glossy eyes were beginning to make my heart weep and my mind sing with lyrics from sappy love songs. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, matching Claggor’s. I placed a palm on his cheek; he immediately leaned into my touch. His eyes seemed darker than before, almost like his pupils dilated at the sight of me. I felt myself lean forward and my eyes drift close. His lips hit mine a moment later. Claggor groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around me. I gasped at his strength and he took that opportunity to slither his tongue in my mouth. It was my turn to groan, then. Somehow, his palm was at the nape of my neck with his fingers in my braids. His other hand hooked around my waist and lifted me off the ground. My rear collided with the marble countertop and jerked back in surprise. 

Claggor immediately pulled away. “D-Did I go too far?” His eyes searched my face for any sign of discomfort. “I apologize if I did.”

I shushed him and opened my thighs for him. Claggor’s soft middle was in between that open space in moments and his lips were on mine again. There was heat behind the second one. A ferocity I never expected from him. His hands were everywhere. Rubbing my thighs, clenching my waist, tangled in my braids. Claggor wanted to touch me anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to feel every part of me. Almost like he was making up for lost time with the quickness of his touch. It seemed like he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Maybe, by his own admission, for almost a decade. My heart glowed at the thought. Claggor’s longing for me had reached its limit. The love he kept shielded from me was slipping out; spilling onto my body via gentle kisses and quick touches. He wanted me so bad it was beginning to hurt him.

Clay inhales sharply before pulling away from the embrace. His forehead is still pressed against mine and his arms hold me tighter than they ever have. His breathing is rapid and his exhales fan my face. His entire body was trembling, almost as if it were coming down from a high. When his brown eyes finally open, they are darker than they ever were. Deeper in shade and emotion. He drinks me in, reading my every expression before opening his mouth.

“I love you.”

The words are like an arrow to my heart and I feel tears begin to well in my eyes.

“Please don’t leave me.” The plea was stronger that time, sharper in tone.

It demanded an answer. 

“I won’t,” I said. “Because I love you, too.”

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a/n: I have an idea for an Arcane Marriage Law series with different characters. Y'all just gotta be let me know how you feel about it.

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•SILCO:

Silco with a S/O that likes to sing

Silco celebrating Valentine's day with his S/O

Silco's S/O coming back after long time

Silco and his S/O poro family

Silco with a S/O that "Doubles down"

Silco with a possessive S/O

Silco with a S/O that practice a dying art

Reader getting Silco in the mood

Silco with a soft S/O

Silco with a Half-demon S/O

Silco and his S/O covered in stains

Silco hugged from behind

Body paint

Silco's S/O with period pain

Silco with a S/O that knows magic

Vampire Silco x Fem!Reader

Silco's S/O earning more than him

•Vi:

Vi with a S/O that has mood swings

Vi with an insecure S/O

Vi and her S/O Poro family

•EKKO:

Platonic Ekko x reader taking some time off

Ekko x black reader - Self care day

Ekko x reader:A crying kiss

Ekko x Male!Reader:Empty house

Ekko' S/O breaking up with him

Ekko' S/O breaking up with him part 2

•LOCAL CUISINE BOY:

Local cuisine boy taken care by his S/O

Local cuisine boy takes you around to try food

Local cuisine boy and his S/O spicing things up

Local cuisine boy celebrating Valentine's day with his S/O

Local cuisin boy's S/O coming back after long time

Local cuisine boy and his S/O poro family

Local Cuisine boy woth a S/O that "Doubles down"

Local cuisine boy with a S/O that practice a dying art

Reader getting Local Cuisine Boy in the mood

Local cuisine boy with a half-demon S/O

Local cuisine boy S/O covered in stains

Local cuisine boy hugged from behind

Body paint

Local cuisine boy ' S/O with period pain

Local Cuisine boy with a S/O that knows magic.

Local cuisine boy's S/O earning more than him

•VIKTOR:

Viktor celebrating Valentine's day with his S/O

Viktor's S/O coming back after long time

Viktor and his S/O poro family

Viktor with a S/O that "Doubles down"

Viktor with a S/O that practice a dying art

Viktor meeting a Zaunite fem!reader

Viktor and a reader who likes to draw him

Reader getting Viktor in the mood

Short fic:"PULL MY HEART STRINGS, KIND STRANGER" [prompt by Vikki-tikki-tavii]

Short fic: "PULL MY HEART STRINGS, KIND STRANGER:PART 2"

Viktor with a half-demon S/O

Viktor S/O covered in stains

Viktor hugged from behind

Body paint

Viktor's S/O with period pain

Viktor's S/O suddenly shouting

Viktor with a S/O that knows magic

Vampire Viktor x Fem!Reader

Viktor's chubby S/O wearing flattering clothes

Viktor's S/O dropping out of college

Viktor's S/O earning more than him

•JAYCE:

Jayce's S/O coming back after long time

Jayce x enforcer S/O

Jayce and a reader who likes to draw him

Jayce and a friend with no sense of danger

Jayce x male!thief reader

Councilor Jayce x male!Assistan reader

Jayce with a S/O that knows magic

Jayce's chubby S/O wearing flattering clothes

•MEL:

Mel celebrating Valentine's day with her S/O

Mel with a half-demon S/O

•GREYSON:

Greyson and her S/O poro family

Greyson's S/O earning more than her

•SKY:

Sky with a S/O that "Doubles down"

Sky and her S/O Poro family

Sky's S/O dropping out of college

•SEVIKA:

Sevika and her S/O Poro family

•FINN:

Finn with a possessive S/O

Finn with a S/O that knows magic

•JINX:

Jinx with her S/O Poro family

Jinx and a friend with no sense of danger

Jinx's S/O suddenly shouting

Jinx with a S/O that knows magic

•MYLO:

Mylo with his S/O Poro family

Mylo and a friend with no sense of danger

•SINGED:

Singed with a S/O that practice a dying art

Singed with a soft S/O

Singed and his S/O Poro family

•SALO:

Reader getting Salo in the mood

Salo and his S/O poro family

Body paint

Salo with a S/O that knows magic

•CLAGGOR:

Claggor with a soft S/O

•VANDER:

Vander taking home Vi and Powder

•HEIMERDINGER:

Heimerdinger and his S/O Poro family

Heimerdinger's S/O with period pain

Heimerdinger with a S/O that knows magic

•CAITLYN

Caitlyn's S/O dropping out of college

[melancholymetropolis]

So.... anyone want an Adult Claggor fic with a black plus size reader?

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