#heart steel

[unaigotori]

[bookishdreamer28]

Heartsteel! Ezreal x reader

"Ezreal stop I have to go" you giggled trying to get away from his grasp. 

"But baby I won't be able to see you for the rest of the day. I have to meet with the boys too today and just the thought that I won't see or touch you for so many hours makes me go crazy." He whined circling his hands around your waist. 

"Oh poor baby that must be so hard for you." You teased him, leaning back to him. 

"Hey it certainly is hard for you too! Come on, be honest. You simply can't resist me." He said and posed like he was a statue of a Greek God or something. 

"Oh you're back to being annoying again. Guess I'll take my leave." You made the move to stand up but Ezreal caught you fast and placed you on his lap. 

"Nah ah. You ain't going nowhere. Didn't I just say that I can't bear the thought of being away from you for even a minute? Just let me love you the way I know you like." He nuzzled his face in my neck and left small pecks there.

You sighed, enjoying the feeling. 

He then pulled back and turned me to him. 

He was quite for a moment. He was just looking at me, so fondly. In a way I have never being looked at before. 

"Do you have, any idea, how much I freaking love you?" He whispered, bringing his hand on my hair, brushing them gently. My heart leaped. This man is making me having butterflies in my stomach every day. 

"Hmm." I hummed, giving him a small peck on the nose. "But I love hearing you say it." I grabbed him, giving him small kisses all over his face. 

"I love you so so so much"

He chuckled, cupping my face, and kissed me. 

The kiss became a little more heated and we both got lost in each other's lips just like that. 

After we pulled away, he left a kiss on my forehead and looked at me. 

"So, how about we take it upstairs?" He growled,  hand gripping my waist. 

"Let me think about it....Nah I have to go." I tried to hide my smile, and once again, tried to get up. 

"Excuse me?! Heck no. You're coming with me you little minx. You can't get me all excited and then leave me in such a vulnerable position." He took me in his arms in bridal style. 

I laughed hard and rested my head on his shoulder. 

We went into our room and he gently placed me on the bed. 

"Can't blame you, I mean I'm irresistible after all." I posed in a dramatic way and Ezreal snickered. 

"You little minx." He said grinning and cupped my face, kissing me intensely again. 

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A heartsteel post with my boy Ezreal cuz I'm obsessed with him and the boys 🙌 I'm going to post more of them at some point 💯

Thank you for reading 💕

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[bestwitchsam]

[sapphireicecream]

Heartsteel Aphelios 🎤🌙

[cat-astro-pick]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 ���ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

"Another love letter?"

"As always."

"..."

"Just kidding, this one's for you."

I remember that day. It wasn't because I was happy to receive my first love letter. It wasn't because the sun was shining through the window. It wasn't because I was in an unusually good mood. I don't remember the content of the letter. But I do remember. More than the emotion I felt when I peeled the sticker off the envelope, I distinctly remember the look on Ezreal's face as he nervously watched me read the letter.

Ezreal was glowing. As always, past, present, and even future... he would shine. If his end is not shaped by success, I will doubt it. Because it's that dang pretty. I don't just mean his dashing face. Ezreal's voice was exquisite. As I watched him run around on that stage, the white lights scrambling to illuminate his figure, all I could see was his silhouette. In his shadow, I watched him with sloppy, burning eyes. The fans went wild, and I watched the stage with bated breath. I couldn't smile as I locked eyes with him from the front row, seeing the splendor of his shiny green hair.

"Good on your show."

"How was it?"

"....You were good."

Not just you, but all of you, and that made me all the more miserable. I didn't bother to add an afterword. I pressed my cap down to avoid eye contact. I stared at the ground and tried to figure out what the hell these tangled emotions were. Objectively, it's inferiority complex. Subjectively, it was jealousy. They were ruthless emotions with no good feelings mixed in. That's what kept me alive. If I didn't envy others, I couldn't progress. The thought soon turned into an unhealthy obsession.

"..."

There were no words. Despite the silence, Ezreal casually sat down next to me without showing any sign of discomfort. As he fiddled with my hair, he tried not to look at my facial expression. Depression was overflowing, filling the waiting room.

"'Well, I should probably get going."

"Already?"

"You guys are having a party afterward."

"Can't you come with me?"

"...I'm not even Heartsteel, why would I go there."

I pressed a hand to the top of my still-shiny green hair. Ezreal's head was forced down. Thankfully, I didn't have to hide my expression. It was comfortable. I would gladly stop time if it meant the moment could continue.

"Rest well. Don't strain yourself."

His head came away from my hand. The hand that had been hot against his head, heated by the constant light, quickly turned cold. There was no human warmth to me now.

For being dismissed as a bunch of assholes, Heartsteel's popularity was through the roof. There was so much talk it made my head hurt. They could be seen and heard on the streets, and the goofy-looking Ezreal standing at the center of it all shone so beautifully in the lights. His handsome face shone brighter the more it was made up. I wore a hood over my eyes in case the light blinded me. I wasn't blinded, but something hot welled up inside my heart.

"...miserable."

I muttered. I don't even like the word miserable, but it was the only word that kept coming out of my mouth. It was horrible self-pity. I wasn't ready to admit it, even if it was true that my mind was so broken that I didn't know why I got out of bed every morning.

"Idiot..."

Just before entering house, I would go into a corner alley and light a cigarette. If anyone tried to argue with me, I was ready to punch them. As I held the cigarette in my mouth, I couldn't think about anything else, because all I could focus on was the burning tip, which reminded me of the fireworks I'd seen earlier. And then it hit me,

"I like the sound of your voice."

"...I shouldn't tell you not to quit, should I...?"

"...What if I want to hear you sing in the very future?"

The memories float away like shards of glass and sink into my heart. I wonder how much bleeding and scarring I'll have to endure before I can stop this crap.

I crushed my cigarette against the red brick. 'Vandalism' was scrawled in heavy marker, the graffiti caught my eye. I didn't have that kind of eccentric hobby, but sometimes, just sometimes, I thought about Ezreal's broken state. It wasn't a freakish fantasy. I've been there, done that to him before, and I don't expect it to happen again. I didn't want to break him down, but still, unknown emotions tangled and twined like tentacles, threatening to burst through my stomach and throat.

*

Being alone leaves me speechless. I stopped talking to myself three years ago. I stopped crying to music on the speakers like a madman. It was like a bomb dropped in the middle of my heart. The aftermath spread throughout my body. My heart didn't feel any pain, but my scalded throat was no longer singing a melodious song. By that time, Ezreal had made his one debut.

Everyone seemed to think he was a great solo singer. His songs could be heard all over the streets: at hangouts, awkwardly waiting at a cafe for my then-boyfriend who was half an hour late, on my way home right after breaking up with my shitty ex, I was forced to listen to Ezreal's songs over and over again. The voice in my ear was unmistakably my favorite, and it hurt like someone was making papier collé out of my heart. For the next few months, I used lousy family get-togethers as an excuse to avoid answering Ezreal's calls.

But Ezreal's success was short-lived. Ezreal's subsequent releases were so lackluster that it was difficult to believe he was the same guy who had one hit that destroyed me. It was the fault of a silly label that tried to monetize Ezreal's success. Eventually, his place as a rising star was taken by another young boy. No matter how I look at it, that guy wasn't even close to Ezreal's caliber. No matter which way I look at it. Ezreal, surrounded by paparazzi after being fired by his moronic agency, and me, smoking a cigarette in the corner of the room, unaware of what was happening, became even more distant. The story might have been different if it was me, not Sett, who saved Ezreal from being harassed by the paparazzi.

Despite that unfortunate past, Ezreal was ready to start a new group. I distinctly remember his drunken voice shouting that it was time to try something new. I didn't believe Ezreal. I didn't believe Ezreal, because it felt like Mental Gymnastics to chalk up his embarrassing mental state to a leap forward to try something new. But I decided to help him. Cause I figured if he was going to fail, he might as well have someone to lean on. ...But there was no room for me there either. Heartsteel was close to perfect. They could fight amongst themselves and do whatever the hell they wanted, but they were solid. The sun never set. Only the clouds moved on. I was the clouds, and they were the sun.

[prplcs-art]

Made some Heartsteel Photocards!!

[sad-sehna]

[haine13]

I started to play LOL so you know why....

[earthtocaptainsky]

Heart Steel

[cherry-flavoured-dreams]

he's so silly

[macirollfights]

I am sooo glad that ezreal became a musician and now has his own band too especially a boy band! Ezreal is my main and fave too! And I am sooo freaking glad!

Its my first time ever listening to kpop and its going to be from hearsteel, I'll listen to it in heart!

Here is a bonus one where ezreal is impressing ahri somehow and she finds him cute! and all! yeah!

[inarvii]

Sooo where are the Heart Steel fics gang? chop chop

[bestwitchsam]

[feild-null]

More people need to remember Hearts of Steel

Like seriously these designs are so cool. It’s such a silly concept but it’s done so well, the aesthetic and lore are just too cool

[cat-astro-pick]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟒

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟑

"Why are you so dismissive?"

"Of what?"

"...Of me."

"I've been busy working on new stuff. Well, cause it's a new genre I'm trying out and I-."

"You know, you're a big talker when you lie."

I'd never heard his voice so low. In fact, I'd never thought of him as capable of such an intimidating voice in the first place. I'd always assumed Ezreal's vocal cords would only produce beautiful voices, but…apparently not.

I sucked in a breath, not wanting to sound pathetic. I let it out slowly, not wanting it to look like a sigh, and Ezreal's eyebrows twitched. It's always like this. He caught the part I didn't want to be caught, too fast, and then he comforted me. Comfort that I didn't ask for. If it were simply hypocrisy, it wouldn't bother me so much. The reason I'm bothered, yes, is because Ezreal is such an innocent, nice guy ever. I've never seen him this mad before. Not recently, not even before. The anger he was feeling today was purely my fault, and I couldn't be grumpy or irritable with him. Guilt pierced through my heart like a sledgehammer. Even the act of putting my hands in my pockets felt unnatural because I knew better than anyone else that, it was my fault. If it were dramatic, this is where I should have dropped to my knees, but an unknown emotion squeezed the words out of my mouth. It molded the words, forcing them out of my throat.

"...What if I tell you now that I don't remember?"

"What?"

A series of brief memories haunt me. When they started, I don't know. A tone of frustration, denser than embarrassment and irritation, pierces my ears. I hid under the shadows created by cap like a frightened kitten. I was the one who spoke the unforgivable words, and I was the one who ran away in fear. Yeah, I'm that kind of human being, that's what I'm made of. I was unreasonably frightened, but I'm sure Ezreal didn't mean to scare me. If he wanted me to be scared and beg for forgiveness, he wouldn't have made that stupid face. I did something wrong, I deserved to be reprimanded, but it was Ezreal who was acting like a sinner. Simply because I, scared him.

"I don't remember. I don't even know what I said to you."

"..."

"If you want me to be a little more brazen, I don't understand why you've been obsessing over what I said for days, when I was probably drunk and out of it anyway."

"...Enough."

Hell is a fitting place for me to end up. It's better to throw yourself down the stairs to the other side without thinking twice about the ambiguity of heaven or hell, and it's the same with relationships. Even in this one-sided love relationship, I can't be honest anymore. That I crave more than attention from you, that those are the real, deep feelings we've been screaming about since we were kids, and that those simple four-letter words keep hurting me. So, prove it to me. Cause when I realize you don't care about me in the slightest, I'm going to want to die. Prove to me how you feel about me, how far you'll take my immature rants, and if you even care about me. If you don't, then we're done.

My brain felt like it was in two pieces. Egos fighting. I am pushing myself and pushing Ezreal at the same time, to the point where there is no consensus. If someone asks me where and how our relationship went wrong, I don't know what to say. I can't even remember when I started falling for him.

"What the hell did I say to you that made you so mad that Kayn is talking shit to me? Nah, I don't understand why you're mad in the first place!"

No, he's not even angry, he's just hurt. This is not even in my mind.

"What did you come all the way to the studio for? What did you say to them?"

He used to come by often, just like I used to. She probably didn't say anything, because I'd embarrass her.

"'You're-'"

"I said enough!"

The sharp voice cut between us, but nothing else existed but silence. I wish he'd slap me, but when I glance down, all I see is a tightly clenched fist. I know he's not the kind of man to swing a fist. And it's not that I'm a masochist who's desperate to hit him, it's just that his knuckles are so pitifully red and white from clenching so hard.

"..."

He's crying. His eyes, which should be sparkling and shining under the spotlight on the stage, are wet with tears, not starry lights. In the end, it was me who was stupid from start to finish. I prided myself on being able to read other people's moods with ease, but this time, I missed it. I couldn't tell if the heavens were punishing me for my arrogance, or if I was just as dumb as a moth to a flame when it came to Ezreal. In the first place, Ezreal's emotion wasn't anger. It was frustration, fear, and finally impatience. He's not the kind of person to cry tears of anger.

I wonder why I didn't realize that.

“Ez…”

" Do I really make you miserable?"

"...What?"

"You said I'm the reason you're tired to death every day."

"...What are you talking about..."

A cold sweat trickled down my spine. I'd assumed the worst, but there was worse waiting for me than I'd ever imagined. Ezreal couldn't have been thinking this on his own. He's not that pessimistic.

"If you really think I'm to blame for your misfortune."

No. It's not like that. I tried to say something, but the words were stuck in my throat and felt like they were being strangled. I felt like I was slowly suffocating. Like sand being sucked out of the middle of a desert, I was slowly being eaten away.

"Then it would be more helpful if I left you."

His loosely tied hair whipped in the wind. I stare at the distant, distant back of his head, and it feels like the end of the world. It was only after my already weary hand gripped his arm that I realized that tears from the bitter wind were wetting my cheeks. I was a sinner, and I shed many tears for nought. I became impatient. And soon I felt tempted to scream, frustrating. It seemed to me that despair had taken hold of me to the end and would not let go. Many days and nights passed, many of which were ordinary days where I didn't care what happened. And, yes, honestly, I wanted to tell myself that Ezreal was making my life miserable, even though I knew it wasn't him that was making me miserable, it was my feelings for him.

"I'm not miserable because of you."

A sense of unreality envelops my toes. It wasn't the coziness of a lazy daydream. Each delicate feature of his face in my vision crumbled into shards. The shards ran down my cheeks, dangling precariously from the tip of my chin, before falling to the floor and becoming jewelry for ants.

"I mistook you for misfortune, because I... have a crush on you."

Yes, this is penance. And, confession.

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.

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[deanlenzart]

a home youve outgrown, the fear that you havent changed at all. decided to overpaint the original piece from 2021 and add juno to the scene. felt only right, now that he has returned home