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lovelynim · 1 year ago

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League of Legends/HEARTSTEEL!AU - Kayn x Ezreal

A/N: is heartsteel still cool or are we over the topic already? Anyway, idc, i wanna write for my babies so you can expect more on the way eheheh. Also, I'm lowkey sorry for how I wrote Kayn in this one, I'm still not sure how to make it when someone has a demon speaking inside their head

Summary: Ezreal wants to sit on his favorite spot on the couch, but Kayn is already sitting on it, so... they start bickering each other, yeah.

Word count: 1170 words

Kayn leaned his head back on the couch, looking down to the cellphone in his hands as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed. He had just left the practice room and, now, besides Rhaast’s voice, he could also hear Yone’s scolding ringing inside his head. What a hassle.

Still, that was part of being in a band, Kayn thought, and it was probably better than not having a plan. He wanted everything to be perfect, so of course they needed to practice over and over and over, as many times needed - but it didn’t make people less annoying to deal with.

“You shouldn’t have let him have the last word”, Rhaast said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “It would only make things harder, I didn’t feel like picking up a fight. Now shut it, will you?” The rapper groaned, taking his eyes back to the screen.

“We need to show them who is in charge!”, the demon continued and Kayn tightened his grip around his cellphone. He was already annoyed on his own without Rhaast’s voice occupying the room for his thoughts, he didn’t need another issue to deal with.

“I told you to shut up,” Kayn groaned, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, wishing the demon had a physical body so he could punch him in the face. Maybe if he punched himself hard enough Rhaast would feel it as well? Should he try it?

While considering how he could violently solve the problem with the one inside his head, Kayn’s inner dialogue was interrupted when a third voice called for him. “Who are you talking to?”

The rapper opened his eyes, looking to Ezreal, who was idly standing in front of him. The vocalist had already changed into a more comfortable outfit, with a pair of flannel shorts and an oversized hoodie and just that sight alone was already enough to make Kayn feel something stuck at the back of his throat. An insult, he thought (or hoped so).

“None of your business, little prince,” he teased, making Ezreal roll his eyes.

“Whatever. Move over,” Ezreal ordered and, before Kayn could process the meaning of those words, the vocalist was already trying to squeeze in the little space between Kayn and the couch’s arm.

The pink-haired guy groaned, half confused, half annoyed, not able to figure out what his bandmate was about. “Really? Fuck off, Ez, there are plenty of spots,” Kayn hissed, being pushed to the side despite his attempts to stay.

“Yeah, but I like this one,” Ezreal replied like the spoiled prince he was, the rapper thought, pressing himself against the couch in an attempt to put up a battle.

But it was all in vain.

After a couple of grunts and pushes, the vocalist managed to sit - or, at least, partially. Without enough space in the little corner, Ezreal decided to shamelessly rest his legs on top of Kayn’s.

“See? No one respects you here, Kayn”, Rhaast promptly said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “Don’t you think I had enough of you?” He barked, saying each word out loud.

“What?” Ezreal raised an eyebrow, moving his eyes up from his cellphone’s screen to stare at Kayn. “I just got here, besides, I told you to move over .”

“Not you, I- I wasn’t- agh, forget it, loser,” Kayn groaned, finding himself cornered in a losing battle against those two. Ezreal crossed one ankle over the other, humming happily when he noticed Kayn was too busy… well, being Kayn to shove him away. The vocalist got comfortable while the rapper, on the other hand, became more irritated.

Just as Kayn was about to snap - not sure if at Rhaast or at Ezreal - an idea of how to turn the tables in his favor popped up in his head. He smiled, slowly resting his hands on top of Ezreal’s legs.

Feeling Kayn’s touch, Ezreal sighed, lowering his cellphone to look at him. “You know, this is not half-ba- h-huh? What’s with that face?” He stuttered, feeling scared as Kayn stared at him like a predator to its prey.

“You sure you don’t wanna move, prince?”

Ezreal blinked, trying to figure out what he was about, but shook his head, shrugging off any doubt. “Duh, yeah? I want to sit here,” he pouted, fearing the consequences those words could have, beginning to think of a thousand ways Kayn could be mean to him - but not this one.

“H-hey, what ahahar- ah, nohoh! K-Kahayan, stohohop it!” He giggled nervously, trying to jerk his foot out of Kayn’s reach, but his leg was firmly held back, leaving his foot at the mercy of Kayn’s mean tickling.

Scribbling right over Ezreal’s arches, Kayn chuckled at the other’s reaction. How could he not have thought of this sooner?

“Tickling? Seriously?”, Rhaast barked inside his head, but Kayn could barely pay attention to the demon’s word, way too entertained with finding out a way to make Ezreal laugh harder. “Is our little prince ticklish? Of course he is,” Kayn teased, tracing his fingers down the middle of Ezreal’s sole, making the vocalist squeal in mirth.

“K-KahAHahayn, lehehet go, you ihiHIH- OKAHAY! S-sohohorry!” Ezreal cackled when Kayn quickly retaliated his offense with tickles near his toes, a spot that seemed to be awfully effective for Kayn’s goal.

“What’s wrong, Ez? Am I being too harsh for your delicate porcelain skin?”

“S-shuHUHup uhup! I sahAHaid I’m sohOHOrry!!” Ezreal gasped, hitting Kayn’s leg with his free heel, trying to not fall off the couch as he squirmed with laughter.

“So will you quit being a brat?” Kayn demanded, scratching the bottom of Ezreal’s heel when he didn’t get an answer in the first seconds after his question. “Or should I make this lesson a little longer?”

“YehHEHEAH- AhAHaha, c-cohohome on! PlehEHEhase! Just s-stahahap!” Ezreal pleaded one last time before finally getting a break. He laid down in defeat, feeling like his body would melt on top of the couch, but soon realized a thing: Kayn hadn’t push him away - nor moved at all.

Was that just a way of messing with him, Ezreal thought, just to make him laugh or have some fun? The vocalist narrowed his eyes, staring at Kayn in confusion, having some ideas that made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know why, but Kayn seemed a little more relaxed now, even allowing Ezreal to rest his legs on top of his again - this time with no tickles.

About 10 minutes later… or what is 20? Anyway, a couple moments later, when getting ready to get out, K’Sante let out an amused, but proud chuckle when he saw the duo sprawled over the couch together. “Good to see you two are getting along.”

“We’re not”, they replied together, talking as if Ezreal wasn’t comfortably laying on top of Kayn’s lap.

K’Sante shook his head, thinking it would be better to not disturb those two - surely they would figure themselves out… eventually.

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lynnies-library · 1 month ago

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Keeping Secrets | Kayn/Ezreal

Summary: Ezreal is hiding something from Kayn, and he's determined to figure it out.

A/N: I'm a little late, but this prompt is the day 19 prompt from august-anon's tickletober list! This one ended up being very self-indulgent and I will not apologize for it!!

Words: 3163

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“Ugh, Ez! Quit doing that!”

“Huh? Doing what??”

Kayn crosses his arms in annoyance as he glares down at Ezreal’s phone next to him on the couch. The phone that was being used before Kayn walked in the room, and is now locked and face down. Ezreal’s face heats with a blush that he hopes to every single god isn't visible.

“I, uh-”

“Why are you hiding things from me?” As much as he tries to disguise it, Kayn’s voice gives away the sadness he feels. He’s so open about everything with Ezreal; he doesn’t have passwords on his devices and he tells him about everything, so why does he feel the need to hide stuff? He can’t even imagine what there is for Ez to hide. Unless… no, he wouldn’t cheat.

…right?

“Hey.”

Kayn is snapped from his quickly spiraling thoughts by Ezreal’s voice. He stands up, abandoning his phone in favor of wrapping his arms around Kayn’s waist.

“I’m sorry. I know it seems bad, but I promise I’m not hiding anything awful.”

Kayn pouts. He doesn’t want to not believe his boyfriend, but what other explanation is there? “Then why do you lock your phone every time I’m near it?”

“I…” There’s that heat in his cheeks again. Ezreal takes a breath to steady himself before continuing. “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you right now.”

Kayn’s pout is replaced with a scowl as he removes Ezreal’s hands from his body and turns away, much to his dismay.

“Hey, come on-”

“I trust you with things that I’ve never told anyone about, Ez. Why don’t you trust me like I trust you?”

“I do trust you!” The desperation in Ezreal’s voice makes Kayn turn back around to look at him. He’s red in the face and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt; probably one of those “grounding” things K’Sante told him about.

“I do trust you,” he repeats. “I do, I just… there’s something I’m embarrassed about. I’m not ready for you to know about it yet.”

Kayn gives Ezreal a once over before sighing. He’s obviously nervous about something with the way he’s grabbing at his shirt. Maybe flustered, judging by his still reddening face. He rolls his eyes and opens his arms.

“Come here before you rip your damn shirt.”

Ezreal wastes no time accepting Kayn’s peace offering; his arms return to their rightful place around Kayn’s waist as he nuzzles his face into his chest. He feels a soft kiss on the top of his head, telling him that everything’s okay.

“I get it. Take your time telling me whatever it is.”

Ez looks up at him with wide, slightly teary eyes. “So you still love me?”

Kayn barks a laugh and rolls his eyes fondly.

“Yes, stupid. I still love you.”

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“That was such a bad movie.”

Ezreal’s giggles fill the air as Kayn expresses his disdain for the movie the pair had just watched.

“Well, duh! Did you seriously think a movie about sharks and tornadoes would be any good?”

“I thought it had the potential to be good until the sharks were in the tornadoes-”

Kayn’s critique is interrupted by Ez’s phone ringing. He catches a glimpse of a picture of an angry Yone whose face is covered in whipped cream before Ezreal answers the call.

“Hey, what’s up, Yone?” Ezreal’s face goes from giddy to horrorstriken in a matter of seconds. “Oh… oh god. I’m coming down right now.”

He hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the couch.

“Aphelios is throwing up downstairs and Sett is having a meltdown about it. Yone’s helping Phel, and I’m gonna take Sett to our room to calm him down.” He kisses Kayn’s cheek before running off, making sure to call out “I’ll be right back!”

Kayn chuckles at the randomness of the situation as he glances down at the glowing screen of Ezreal’s phone.

The screen. Ezreal’s phone. Glowing.

He forgot to lock it.

He stares for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s about to make himself the worst boyfriend ever or not. Ez is hiding something on there. Something he’s embarrassed to tell Kayn about. Something he’s not ready for him to know.

He won't have to get ready if he just takes a peek…

Kayn shakes his head to clear it. No, he can’t do that to Ezreal. That would be a breach of trust. Kayn prides himself in being a trustworthy man, and he will not go behind his boyfriend’s back and-

The screen dims.

All of Kayn’s morals go out of the window as he swipes the phone from its spot on the couch, tapping the screen once to keep it awake. He glances at the staircase, taking a moment to listen. He can hear retching from one room and Sett’s fast breaths and choked sobs from the next, along with Ezreal’s voice attempting to soothe him. Poor Sett, Kayn thinks. Emetophobia must be a bitch.

He looks back down at the phone, and apologizes to whatever deity is watching him. He opens the gallery app, wondering if whatever he’s hiding is in the form of pictures. He doesn’t find anything unusual right off the bat; he opens the recent album and sees tons of upsettingly cute selfies, some screenshots of various things, pictures of dogs, pictures of the two of them cuddled up together, and a hilarious picture of Ez flipping off Yone while his back was turned. Everything there is pretty much exactly what anyone would expect from Ezreal. Kayn goes back to the initial gallery screen and scrolls down, wondering if there’s anything there. All he finds is a breakdown of media types: videos, live photos, screenshots, screen recordings, yadda yadda…

Wait… hidden?

He doesn’t even take a second to contemplate before tapping on the hidden album. Thankfully it doesn’t require a password or a fingerprint to open. He’s not sure what to make of what he finds at first; there’s a bunch of art of characters from shows that Kayn only recognizes because of Ezreal. After scrolling through a few of them, he starts to notice a common factor among them all.

All of these characters are being… tickled?

Kayn only grows more confused as he scrolls through the album. Every single picture in it involves at least one character getting tickled. Lots of big smiles and tears of mirth and “ha ha ha’s” everywhere.

What’s going on here?

Kayn’s head snaps up at the sound of the toilet flushing. He can’t hear any more retching or hyperventilating. Ezreal will be back any second.

He swipes the gallery app closed before locking the phone and putting it back right where he found it on the couch. Not knowing what else to do, he slumps over and feigns sleep as he waits for Ezreal to return. Thoughts swirl in his head in the meantime; Why does Ez have so many tickling pictures? Why are they in a hidden album? Did he not want me to see the pictures? Or is this just the tip of the iceberg?

Ezreal’s surprisingly heavy footsteps start to climb the stairs and Kayn tries desperately to shut his brain up, as if that would make him appear more asleep.

“Hey, Sett’s okay, and so is Phel- Kayn?” Ezreal stops talking when he sees Kayn “asleep” on the couch. He raises an eyebrow and goes straight for his phone. He opens it, checks something, then sighs and pockets it. He picks up one of the nearby throw pillows and gently smacks Kayn in the face with it.

“AH!” Kayn startles, not expecting to be hit in the face. “What the fuck was that for??”

Ezreal giggles, tossing the pillow away before Kayn gets any ideas to retaliate. “Why were you sleeping? Are you still tired?”

Kayn gives a hopefully convincing stretch before replying. “I guess the sounds of puking and crying lulled me to sleep. What made Phel sick anyway?”

“No idea.” Ezreal sits on the couch, and Kayn is thankful he accepted the change in topic. “Yone said he wouldn’t say. I guess it’s hard to sign when you’re vomiting.”

“How’s Sett?”

“Still worked up, but better now. He felt bad for freaking out, but I think I talked some sense into him. He can’t help his phobia.”

Kayn nods in agreement and the conversation lulls. Before the topic can return back to Kayn’s impromptu slumber on the couch, he knocks his knees into Ezreal’s. “Wanna watch another shitty movie?”

Ezreal smiles excitedly and nods his head. “Ooh, I have one you’re gonna hate! Two words: Sparkly. Vampires.”

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The guilt eats away at him. He really is the worst boyfriend ever.

To make up for it, Kayn has been doting on Ezreal for the past week. He’s bought him new clothes, more plushies for his collection, he’s been doing all of his house chores, and he’s even forced K’Sante to make Ez’s favorite breakfast and then fuck off so he could take the credit. It isn’t until Kayn tries to talk Yone into lending him some cash to go buy another gift that Ezreal speaks up.

“Kayn, what’s going on with you?”

Kayn looks towards Ezreal, and Yone slips out of the room while he has the chance, grumbling as he goes.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been, like, really nice to me. Not that you’re not usually nice! But… this is kinda too nice.” Ezreal notices the dejected look on his face. “What’s the matter?”

Kayn sighs, his mood noticeably dropping low. “I’m sorry, Ez…”

“Sorry for what?”

“I went through your phone last week. You left it unlocked and I snooped.” He winces when he sees Ezreal’s body stiffen. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I was curious about what you were hiding, but that doesn’t excuse it. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Kayn looks up incredulously. “But I invaded your privacy, I went through your- mmph !”

Ezreal suddenly covers Kayn’s mouth with both of his hands. He’s trembling slightly, and his eyes are screwed shut.

“I said don’t apologize. I… I know you went through my phone. You’re a terrible actor, Kayn.”

He pulls Ezreal’s hands from his mouth and looks at him in bewilderment. “You knew? Since when? Why aren’t you mad at me??”

“Why…” Ezreal cuts himself off, taking a breath. “Why would I be mad when you did exactly what I wanted you to do?”

Kayn is beyond confused.

“Ez… what-?”

“I told you there was something that I wasn’t ready to tell you.” Ezreal cuts him off, desperate to get it all out before he changes his mind. “After we talked, I realized that I was never gonna be ready. So I left my phone unlocked knowing you would snoop because you’re an ass. ”

He punches Kayn’s shoulder lightly.

“An ass who deserves to have as much trust put into him as he puts into me.” Ezreal finally opens his eyes and looks up at Kayn. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be upfront with you.”

Kayn just stares at him for a moment before smiling softly. He pulls Ez into a tight hug and strokes his hair, prompting the other to bury his face in his chest.

“We’re so dumb.”

The laughter Ezreal lets out is muffled. He eventually pulls his head up, revealing a heavy dusting of pink over his cheeks and ears. “We should probably get better at talking to each other.”

“Agreed,” Kayn says. He grabs Ezreal by the shoulders and holds him at an arm’s length.

“You gonna explain your tickle album to me now?”

Ezreal flinches out of Kayn’s grasp, dramatically clutching his chest. “You have to warn me before you say that!”

Kayn blinks, nervous to ask for clarification.

“That… that word, ” Ez feels a shudder go through his body. “It makes me… shy.”

Kayn thinks back on what word he could’ve said to make Ezreal react that way. Was it…

“Tickle?”

A startled yelp leaves Ezreal’s mouth as he covers his face with his hands. “Yes, that!!”

A strong pair of hands drag his own from in front of his face. Ezreal’s head shoots down to stare at the floor, and one of those hands finds it way until his chin to lift it back up. Mismatched eyes meet golden, accompanied by a warm smile.

“Talk to me.” Kayn places a hand on the side of Ezreal’s face, melting a bit when he leans into the touch. “From the beginning. I don’t know why you’re so anxious right now, but I promise there’s no need to be. You’re safe with me, Ezzie.”

Ezreal blushes at the nickname reserved for only the softest moments between the two. Kayn is right; he’s safe . Kayn has always made him feel nothing but safe. Be it physically or emotionally, he’s always been by his side. He takes a few deep breaths as his hands find the hem of his shirt to help him stay calm, and he spills.

He tells Kayn everything. He talks about how he’s always really liked being tickled, even past the age where that sort of thing is normal. He explains how it makes him feel; the physical sensation is silly and fun, and it shuts his brain off from the anxiety and bad feelings always swirling around in there. He mentions how it’s impossible to overthink when he’s laughing his head off. He also addresses the pictures, saying that he just thinks the art is adorable and it flusters him to look at, which isn't a bad thing because he doesn’t mind being flustered. When he mentions being flustered, he clarifies that that’s all his reaction to Kayn saying “the t-word” was. He gets flustered just hearing it, and has trouble saying it out loud. He even confesses that he reads stories that are centered around tickling, because reading about his favorite characters “getting got” is fun, but it’s also comforting to know that there are other people who like to read and write about it. Other people like him.

He also touches on how this particular interest has made him feel wrong. Like a weirdo. A freak. He’s heard people talking about how much they hate being tickled his whole life, so the fact that he likes it makes him wonder if there’s something wrong with him. He shudders as he recaps the nights he’s spent in tears feeling broken over it. While it’s nice to view content from others online that feel the same way about it, he feels alone in his everyday life. He’s been too afraid to let anyone know about this part of him for fear of judgment. Until now.

When he’s finished speaking, he looks up at Kayn with nervous eyes. He’s beaming at him, which prompts Ezreal to cover his face.

“That’s everything. You know everything.” He whines softly. “I’ve… never told anyone any of that.”

“Ezreal.”

Ezreal looks up again, now with unshed tears of embarrassment burning in his eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect when he hears his name, but he definitely does not expect the sweet, soft kiss that gets pressed on his lips.

“W-Wha-?”

“I’m so proud of you.” Kayn wraps him in a tight, safe embrace that breaks the dam. Ezreal cries softly into his shoulder, feeling the adrenaline leave his system and get replaced with overwhelming amounts of love for his boyfriend.

“I’m so proud of you, Ezzie,” he says again. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Ezreal doesn’t lift his head, and Kayn laughs at his muffled voice.

“Of course not. Everything you said made perfect sense. Plus it’s pretty cute.”

“No it isn’t…” Ezreal somehow manages to bury his face even deeper into Kayn’s shoulder. Kayn can see the red at the tips of his ears and chuckles.

“Sounds like you want me to prove it.”

Ezreal’s body tenses and Kayn is worried that he pushed too far too fast, but Ezreal’s muffled “maybe” squishes the thought. He smiles as he considers making Ez ask for tickles properly, but he remembers how brave he’s been today and decides he deserves his reward.

Kayn’s hands wander to Ezreal’s sides; he’s not even doing anything yet and Ez is already squirming.

“You got any boundaries I need to know about?”

“J-Just… stop when I ask you to.”

When Kayn hears the tremble in his boyfriend’s voice, he tilts his head up and kisses him.

“You’re safe.”

Before Ezreal can speak, frantic giggles get caught in his throat as Kayn’s fingers explore his sensitive sides. He writhes in his arms, trying and failing to hold back his laughter.

“Don’t hide from me, Ez,” Kayn warns. He speaks directly into Ezreal’s ear, making him jerk his head to the side and squeal. “I thought we were done hiding things from each other!”

Ezreal fully intends to keep his laughter at bay, but he can’t hold it back once he feels Kayn’s fingers worm their way under his arms. He shrieks with laughter, attempting to slide down to the floor and crawl away to freedom. He doesn’t even get halfway there when Kayn follows him down and continues his tickly assault on the floor. He lays Ezreal down on his back and stays next to him, not wanting to pin him or trap him in any way.

Well, not until Ez says it’s okay, at least.

“Gahahaha! K-Kahahayn, pleeease!!”

“Please what?” Kayn smirks. “Please keep tickling you?”

Kayn moves to claw at his stomach, eliciting hysterical cackles from his poor, suffering boyfriend. Ezreal’s heels dig into the carpet as snorts start to decorate his laughter, bringing a light blush to Kayn’s face. Thank everything that Ez is too occupied to notice.

Ezreal taps out soon after, and Kayn relents immediately. He watches as Ezreal flops over on his side and curls up into a ball, giggling softly and rubbing at his stomach. His face is red and his smile is so big that Kayn’s cheeks hurt.

“That… was insane…” Ezreal flops back over onto his back, breathing heavily.

“Really? I tried to go easy on you. Didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Easy?!” Ezreal stares at Kayn in disbelief. “That was not easy!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.”

A whimper rips itself from Ez’s throat at that, and Kayn howls with laughter. He scoops Ezreal up in his arms and kisses his cheek.

“I really am so proud of you.”

Ezreal hides his face in Kayn’s neck as he heads to their shared room, muttering a tiny, flustered “thank you” followed by an even tinier kiss.

The day could not have gone any more perfectly. Ezreal finally told Kayn the thing he’s been wanting to say for months now, he accepted it and didn’t judge him for it, he got absolutely wrecked with tickles, and now he’s being princess carried to his bed.

He’s proud of himself too.

#augtickletober2024 #tickletober #tickletober 2024 #tickling #tickle fic #league of legends #league of legends tickling #kayn #shieda kayn #ezreal #ezkayn #kaynez #lynnie writes

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coruscqte · 8 months ago

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hey gang! i finally finished a book <3

im so incredibly proud of myself its unreal lmao. heres the link if anyone's interested in league of legends/ezkayn :)

#ezkayn #shieda kayn #ezreal #heartsteel #league of legends #lol #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends fic #game: league of legends #ship: ezkayn #fanfiction #my writing

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redtsundere-writes · 11 months ago

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Negative Rizz | Heartsteel!Ezkayn

heartstel!ezreal x kayn

Sypnosis: Indirects are fast, but Ezreal is faster.

Contents: Obvious flirting, cheesy pickup lines, innuendos.

Word Count:1125 words.

Author's Note: I kinda like it, I kinda don't lmao.

Requested by: @elgonki

Art in Cover: @gall0ws-calibrat0r (Give them a follow!)

Kayn has the biggest crush on Ezreal. Everything started when they locked eyes for the first time thanks to Heartsteel. He tried to suppress his feelings because he couldn’t believe he had a crush in someone as dumb and stupid as Ezreal, but he failed miserably every time he looked at him. His small waist, long lashes and bright green hair stole Kayn’s attention in any room. At this point, Kayn’s life gravitated towards him. He was down bad, and he needed to do something about it.

Kayn is Heartsteel’s heartthrob, so he is used to swaying men and women under their feet with his handsome appearance and sweet words. He was confident on pulling Ezreal successfully. Kayn was sure that he was going to make Ezreal fall for him. After some consideration, the heartthrob finally decided to shoot his shot, but it was going to be way harder than he thought.

Kayn’s first attempt was at a wild party at his house. He was waiting at the perfect moment to get to Ezreal in the middle of the happy chaos. When Aphelios left Ezreal alone to refill his drink, Kayn went straight for it. He smoothly slid to him, wrapping his sneaky arm around his shoulders to get closer to his ear. Ezreal smiled at him, happy to see a familiar face among the sea of strangers.

“Hey, I need to charge my phone, but my charger is upstairs. Care to come with me?” He asked in an obvious flirty tone. Ezreal looked surprised at his proposal, but his expression changed as he remembered something.

“I have a charger in my fanny pack” Ezreal offer him to use his, so his bestie wouldn’t struggle. He scrambled around the pocket and pulled a charger out. Kayn looked flabbergasted at the charger in his hand, then saw Ezreal’s good boy puppy eyes, and just sigh. He couldn’t believe he was that stupid to not notice the innuendo.

Kayn’s second attempt was after a tiring band practice session. Heartsteel went to a donut shop to grab a quick snack and coffee. Ezreal always takes his sweet time to pick out a donut. His glance danced around the different colorful options in the display. Since his impatient band members already got their donuts, they went back to the studio, leaving him behind. Kayn decided to wait for Ezreal.

“This is so hard! I don’t know if I want an oreo donut or a classic glazed one” Ezreal cried out. Kayn smirked, this was his opportunity.

“I love glazed donuts.” Kayn got close enough to him, so he could whisper “I wish I could glaze your donut” with a velvety tone.

“I tried making my own donuts once, but it was a complete fail.” Ezreal said, remembering that time he almost set his house on fire because he tried to make homemade donuts.

“What?” Kayn asked confused. How could he answer his flirting with that? Was Ezreal rejecting him?

“I’ll get a glazed donut. Such a classic! Thanks, Kayn.” Ezreal went to the register to order while leaving a confused Kayn behind.

He just stood there, watching Ezreal happily ordering, while he was falling into the pit of a possible rejection. Kayn has never been rejected by anyone before. He was a handsome, funny and interesting guy with an amazing fashion sense. How could Ezreal not see that?

Kayn third and last attempt was at the studio, after another day of recording vocals for their new single. Ezreal and Kayn were sitting on the studio couch. Ezreal was playing on his phone while Kayn was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. They were making Yone some company while he worked on his laptop.

“How long are you going to take? I’m hungry,” Ezreal whined.

“As long as I need to,” Yone spat, annoyed.

Ezreal stood up to go to the hallway. Kayn followed him, in case he was going to grab a bite because he was hungry as well. He followed him to an expending machine full of snacks. Ezreal was eating a dollar apple pie while looking out of the window.

“How ironic. A cutie pie eating an apple pie,” he flirted with a smirk.

“Oh my gosh,” he giggled. “Someone will think you are flirting with me.” Kayn was flabbergasted.

“Jesus Christ, Ezreal. I AM flirting with you!” Kayn rubbed his forehead so he didn’t get a headache for dealing with such a twat. A cute twat.

Ezreal blushed and stopped eating. His eyes opened as he couldn’t believe what his ears were listening. At this point, Kayn was blushing too. He was never been so straightforward with anyone.

“Why didn’t you say so?!” Ezreal asked, embarrassed.

“Huh?!” Kayn asked in disbelief. “I was being so obvious!”

“Not obvious enough,” Ezreal mumbled back.

They stared at each other with blushed cheeks. Kayn didn’t felt like this since high school. His hand were sweaty, his face was hot, and his legs were shaking. He just told him he likes him, but what now? Ezreal wasn’t saying anything as well, which make him even more nervous. Kayn didn’t know how to act upon this. Should he ask him out, run away, or deep dive into the ocean and drown?

Kayn looked as Ezreal once again. He always looked so energetic and happy, so it was really weird seeing him so shy. “He hasn’t rejected me yet,” Kayn thought about the possible scenarios.

“So…” Ezreal whispered to kill the awkward silence. “Do you want to hang out later?” Kayn smiled softly at his attempt at flirting.

“Just hang out?” Kayn flirted back as he got slowly closer to him.

“Only if you want! We don’t have to!” Ezreal stepped back into a column.

Kayn put his arm over his head so he could lean closer to him. Ezreal’s face looked a like a tomato. Their faces were so close that they were sharing breaths. Kayn looked down at Ezreal as if he was a small bunny he was preying on. A smirk appeared on his face as soon as he realized that he was making him nervous for all the right reasons. Ezreal liked him back.

“What if I want to do more than just “hang out”?” Kayn asked, having fun with the current situation.

“I guess… we can” Ezreal mumbled before covering his face with both hands to cover his blushing cheeks.

“It’s a date then,” Kayn said as he pulled back to go back with Yone. Ezreal stood there a couple seconds more. His mind was running around, trying to process what just happened. His head couldn’t comprehend that he had a date with Kayn. A shy smile appeared on his face as he followed Kayn back to the studio.

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