#kayn x y/n

[liliesinrequiem]

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A/N: Have y'all heard 'Paranoia' yet? It's very good! I've been keeping it on repeat. Since the release of the song, I decided to post something LoL related. The motivation came back quite rapidly. I hope that y'all enjoy.

Pairing: Shieda Kayn x Reader

Summary: Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

CW: None

You walked through the path, ignoring the bodies that laid on it. Kayn didn’t fail to see the small smile on your face as he lowered his weapon. None of them had put up enough of a fight. “You seem to enjoy this,” he said. You remained quiet as you turned to look at him. That permanent smile was something that he wanted to wipe off your face. But he supposed that Zed’s orders hadn’t included that. It was just “get (Y/N) to the location safely and back.” 

“It’s an easy job.” Sure, it was. It would be easy if he had sent anyone but you. You were a bane to his existence at every turn. Kayn couldn’t simply do as he pleased with you at his side. Yoru safety took priority over everything else. 

“What do you mean?” you innocently asked him. His eyes trailed down to the dagger that hung from your hip. It wasn’t purely decoration. His Master hadn’t randomly gifted you a dagger. He knew that you could use it and that you could use it well. Yet, you always left it hanging by your side whenever Kayn traveled with you.

“You pretend to be weak,” he said. “(Y/N) is a weakling,” muttered Rhaast. Kayn’s eye twitched. Now wasn’t the time for the weapon to choose and talk. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rhaast being a nuisance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said calmly as you turned around to keep walking. Kayn picked up the pace to walk next to you. “I don’t fight, Kayn. You do. It’s really as simple as that. Do you really want little ol’ me getting hurt when I can barely swing a dagger? What would my father say?” Your words made his jaw clench. You loved playing the ‘father’ card with him. 

“I’m sure that you’d never let something get that far,” he answered. In a real situation that called for it, he believed that you could do some damage with the dagger.

“You’re right, I suppose,” you said. He felt an ounce of satisfaction to hear you admit that you were smarter than you let on. “But I guess that I’d just ask you to deal with it since I never go anywhere without you trailing behind me.” The satisfaction died as quickly as it came and your smile was as wide as ever.

“What if I left you on your own when you went on missions?” he asked. He wondered if you ever considered how easy it would be to just abandon you. If you knew how he could just slip into the shadows and leave you to fend for yourself. He’d considered it more heavily today considering how you’d been pushing his buttons all day. You hadn’t lifted a single finger at all. Even as you nearly got hurt, you’d simply stepped to the side and let him create all the carnage. You were entirely at his mercy at all times because of the act you put on. The smile on your face faded and once more, his satisfaction returned. You slowed down a little as you thought. 

“Oh, then I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere,” you answered. Kayn would never admit it, but the answer filled him with gratification. You were reliant on him. You needed him to be able to travel and do things on ‘your own’. Without him, Zed would never let you leave. You then shrugged and the smile returned. ��For a while, at least. I suppose I’d have to ask Father to find someone else to guard me.” Though you said it so sweetly, he knew that your words were honest to an extent. You were willing to do anything to annoy him.

“You wouldn’t,” he said. You looked at him. The malice in your smile was new. He could see the idea becoming more real by the minute. 

“Who says, Kayn? I’m sure that if I said that I needed a new bodyguard, a whole line would form of other men that have been waiting for the day that you choose to leave this post and replace you,” you taunted. He could already see the line of men just waiting to pounce on the chance of spending time with you. He was aware that so many of them were counting on the day that he’d given up on escorting you. The thought was revolting. “Besides, I don’t know why you act like you don’t enjoy this.” 

“You’re annoying, (Y/N).” He hated that you were right. He did enjoy it to a degree. Every time that the two of you went anywhere, there was a high chance that you’d encounter some form of danger that let him swing his weapon around. You gave him free reign in that matter and look at him, complaining about it.

“There’s no need to hide, Kayn. I know that you love my helplessness in battle. You love being able to swing around that talking weapon of yours,” you said. 

“I don’t enjoy it,” he said. He had to salvage some degree of dignity.

“Too bad,” you said. “You’ve always been my favorite bodyguard. But if you truly hate this job so much, I’ll ask Father to find someone new to travel with me.” Kayn stopped walking, but you kept going. Your audacity knew no bounds to the extent of feeling so sure to threaten him with something like that. To prevent you from walking away, Kayn grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. Both of your faces were so close that your noses could touch. 

“Do you really think your threats scare me?” he asked. “You need me more than you think. Anyone else would leave you in constant danger. I’m the only bodyguard worth having.” He got more frustrated. Did you not realize what he was capable of? He was better than the others. Zed would never give the job to anyone else. You seemed so pleased with his words that he realized that he’d fallen into your trap. 

“So you do admit to enjoying this job,” you said. He abruptly let go of you. “I always knew you did, Kayn.” 

You kept walking ahead and left him behind as he mulled over your words. How was it that you always got the upperhand over him?“Maybe if you worried less about your favorite,” said Rhaast. “We’d get more done.” 

“Shut up, Rhaast,” he said.

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Abode

A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 6 master list

The walk back to the order was awkward, actually just categorizing it under that word would be an understatement. It was quiet, uncomfortable and full of tension, not even the fun kind of tension, it was the type that would make you look away from your screen when you saw it on TV or the type that would make you so uncomfortable that you'll have to stand up from your seat and take a walk while you consciously breathed away the second hand embarrassment from your system. You couldn't do that though, you could only walk back with those who survived and bite your tongue as to not make any type of remarks, looking away everytime Kayn looked at you or spoke to you. It drove the both of you insane, and not just the both of you but everyone else as well, each time Kayn would say something you would roll your eyes or make a face and as much as the other acolytes found it funny they would rather not deal with a pissed off Kayn, so as a way to fix it when everyone eventually reached the order's HQ they just immediately left for their rooms, it didn't matter whether they had broken bones or not because their plan was to leave the two of you alone, it was almost endearing how people who's job was to kill others could be so understanding of other people's feelings, or rather they just simply didn't want to deal with the whole mess. You obviously protested against it but since no one listened you just simply clicked your tongue and walked to the infirmary, Kayn following right behind you, you just wished he did it silently, bothering you with questions and poking at your arm and shoulder repeatedly until you felt your eyelid pulsate.

—Come on doc, why are you so angry? Did seeing all of that blood make you sick?—he joked, now poking your cheek and officially hitting your limit.

—Why did you kiss me!?—you asked in a mix of distress, anger and light tones of anguish, feeling embarrassed for the outburst shortly after.

—You have been behaving like this just because of that kiss?—he asked with a playful smile, said smile dropping after you nodded, he sighed after—listen, you were just being too loud and I was not in the mood for an earful, that simple.

You clenched your jaw, feeling it pop.

—You never thought about, I don't know, asking me to shut up?—you smiled bitterly.

—They are right, Kayn—you heard a demonic voice talk, one similar to the laughs you had heard on the first day you met him.

You looked at him with eyes wide open in surprise, then remembered who you were talking to and the surprise died down as you let out and exasperated sigh, frankly amazed that this was the first time you had actually heard Rhaast speak and not just laugh.

—Of course I'm right, I'm always right—you pinched the bridge of your nose, starting to get a headache.

—Why are you so worked up over it? It was just a kiss—he said, smirking when it dawned upon him—unless it wasn't just a kiss for you.

You felt warmth rising to your neck and face, not sure whether it was from anger or something else, either way you could feel the gears in your head turning to try and come up with any excuse.

—What do you care if it was or wasn't—you said to buy some time, watching him walk closer and closer to you, not sure whether he was trying to intimidate you or what.

You stood your ground, making a conscious effort not to walk back into the wall, even if the idea of getting backed up was sort of enticing, after all you had a reputation to keep up, what was that reputation exactly? You didn't know but felt as if not getting provoked by his advances was part of it.

—Avoiding the question, I see—he laughed, awfully close to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering what to do or say. Should you just make a run for it? No, he would obviously catch up to you and make it even more uncomfortable, so should you just admit you've got a massive crush on him? Also no, you would rather die than do that, all of that meant that the only option you had left was to bullshit your way out of this situation, luckily you were a master at it.

—I'm avoiding it because it's a stupid question—you answered, Kayn quirked an eyebrow and you heard Rhaast laugh—it's unethical for a doctor to have romantic feelings for a patient, so yes, it was just a kiss for me.

He sighed and walked back, finally giving you some space as well as giving up, for now. You were also going to add in the fact that he had bad breath but felt as if it was too mean. That was yet another reason why your feelings for him were completely wrong, knowing Kayn he wouldn't care for the ethical part of it but you did, that was the difference between you and him, you had a strong set of morals and ethics that you kept at all times, even if they weren't beneficial for you. You cleared your throat and looked at him up and down, noticing all of the cuts and bruises that could use some more treatment on top of what you did earlier so you pointed with your head towards the direction of the infirmary, Kayn immediately understanding what you meant and following behind you with the slightest bit of disappointment slipping from the turmoil inside of him, weighting in his shoulders as if his emotions suddenly materialized into a bag of cement mix, and you being non the wiser, noticed such weight but thought that it was because he was tired. You started to get a little worried when he didn't make any sort of remarks as you treated him, barely even wincing as you cleaned his wounds, still you made no comment about it as you allowed him to leave immediately after you were done. As he walked back to his quarters the insesant mocking of Rhaast made his blood boil, his fists tightening while some of the veins on his face started to pop, he was obviously angry but he didn't know who he was angry with, maybe it was with himself for being a coward and not following up on his confession, thinking that the kiss, even if it wasn't given in the best moment or in the best way, was enough to show you how he felt, or maybe he was angry with you for being so blind to his advances. Whoever he was angry with mattered less and less as the night arrived, at this point he was starting to get annoyed too to such a degree that all he could do was toss and turn in bed even if he was extremely tired.

You didn't feel to good either, a mix of guilt and shame pooling at your gut and fermenting on it as you treated those who returned from the battle, writing the word "deceased" next to the names of those who didn't return. You sighed as you looked up to the beds of the infirmary, the closed courtains around each bed hiding those who were recovering, you felt slightly optimistic that no one was left without a bed though but still, the weight of those who you had built up a friendship with and didn't return affected your mind and you couldn't help but think about what if one of those had been Kayn, you looked at his name on your notebook and couldn't even fathom how you would feel if you also had to write the word "deceased" next to it. You shook your head and stood up from your chair, recognizing how those feelings weren't healthy for you, you grabbed a piece of paper where you wrote "be back in 5" and left it on top of your desk, leaving the infirmary to make your way to the training ground where Zed was training in the darkness of the night, you extended the report about the losses the order had suffered and the treatments the ones who made it back alive recieved, Zed looked at it for a second before looking at your face, analyzing it, for a man who was also severely emotionally constipated he was frighteningly good at reading other people.

—I understand why you feel that way, believe me—he started—it never gets easy but this is the risk behind our work, mourn those who didn't return but don't let it consume you—he placed one of his hands on your shoulder, something that surprised you—it's also thanks to you that some of them are still alive.

You nodded as you gulped down some of the guilt, thanking him before leaving the grounds and walking back to the infirmary, ready to stay up in case some of your patients needed you but stopping as you started to hear whimpers, your imagination quickly making an immature assumption before the logic set in the it came from one of the rooms, the direction of them coming from behind the door of a room you didn't want to walk inside of. As cruel as it sounded you pondered whether to walk inside or not but ultimately decided to do it, knocking first just in case but since no one answered you just walked inside and came close to the bed, looking at Kayn's shifting body and shiny forehead from sweat, that paired with the noises and blabbering he was making being a clear indication that he was having a nightmare. You put your hand on Kayn's shoulder, shaking it lightly and calling his name, abruptly ending his nightmare causing for his brain to take a second before stopping himself from attacking you out of muscle memory, there where only two people in Runeterra who could wake him up without getting killed, those two being you and Zed.

—Are you okay?—you asked softly, you realized how dumb the question was after speaking it.

Kayn didn't answer, he just nodded, still a bit disorientated.

—Don't lie to me—you scolded him, keeping the soft tone and your hand on his shoulder—you were having a nighmare, a pretty bad one at that—you followed, sitting on his bed—you wanna talk about it? It might help.

He stayed silent for a second before shaking his head 'no', you nodded, not wanting to press on it and make him uncomfortable.

—I understand, but if you wanna talk about it, or just talk about anything I'll be there to listen—you spoke with a warm smile, waiting a second before standing up and starting to walk to the door, being stopped not long after by a tug in your wrist.

—Can you stay?—he asked, looking away from you.

You nodded once more, turning around and getting ready to pull out a chair to sit on it as you waited for him to fall asleep, instead he moved back on his bed, lifting te covers as a clear invite to lay next to him. Your brain stopped working for a second, on the next second you regretted accepting but it was clearly too late to say no, let alone really rude, so you took off your shoes and layed there, so close to the edge of the bed that the slightest movement would make you fall off of it, you heard Kayn mutter a small thank you while yawning before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep shortly after, you didn't know or undertand why something as simple as this could bring him so much comfort yet you were happy that it did, you also were happy that you got to watch the calm expression on his face as he rested, laughing lightly after hearing some light snores come from him. You quickly catched up to the butterflies on your stomach and lovedumb smile on your face and forced yourself to reationalize this situation straight away to stop your heart from beating so fast, thinking to yourself how this was just another way of taking care of his health by helping him get a goodnight's sleep, the night quickly going away as the sun started to shine, casting its light on the room and on your eyebags from not sleeping on the entire night yet again. You wished you could stay a bit longer but you had already spent to much time in his room, leaving the infirmary and your patients unattended, you moved gently out of the bed trying not to wake him up, putting on your shoes and looking back at Kayn before leaving, wondering what he was dreaming about as you walked the hallways.

—You weren't back in five—said Royce, pulling the courtain back as he stared you down once you opened the door, noticing a long, dark hair strand on your clothes and your also dark eyebags.

—I'm sorry—you answered with an apologetic smile, walking up to him—how are you feeling?

[darkvioletwonderland]

Hi! I had this thought in mind for a long time but I never ask for headcanons before. So please be patient with me! Its my first time asking for this things and Im not sure if I know all the rules for asking for hc 🥲

I was wondering if you could write Heartsteel Kayn hc (or Aphelios or Yone. Or maybe the three of them hehe) making love for the first time with female reader. I always had this feeling that behind that rockstar badass attitude, Kayn can be the softest and cutest person ever, a side that only one person can see.

I hope you like this idea! And sorry for my bad english! Its not my first language. And sorry for writing so much! Thank you for your time ❤️

-> Hey! Thank you for your submission! No worries at all ffksfkf english is not my first language either. I love the concept! Hope I can do it justice for you! <3

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Kayn

Kayn is a wild card no one could seemingly tame, a fact everyone knew by default. It's wasn't a surprise to anyone who met the walking menace. But behind closed doors, it was a completely different sight to behold.

Behind his confident and smug grin, laid a slightly nervous and observant man. As the two of you got down into doing it for the first time, Kayn wouldn't stop just looking at you. Even with his face just bursting from how much he was blushing.

With rough hands, he explored your body. Familiarising himself with your breasts and the shape of your hips. Always keeping an eye on what got you to make beautiful noises and what not. Teasing your chest most of all while his fingers roamed down bellow.

He'd kiss your lips and bite your neck to muffle his own noises of pleasure. You couldn't escape getting bitten by him. Though, you did had some advantage on your side. A dog collar around his neck and the leash in your hand to keep him in check. Surprising even yourself with how much Kayn needed to be yanked back. And how much you liked having control on such a smug man.

After the fact during after care, he offers to massage you. Brushing your hair gently and hugging you tightly from behind. Fuck you were perfect, just truly perfect. Laying another blanket of kisses on the nape of your neck. His affection after doing it for the first time becomes ten fold. As well as the amount of bites. He absolutely seeing marks on your body and knowing he was the culprit.

Aphelios

Aphelios is a rather calm soul, letting his music be the thing that fills the silence. Enjoying his bit of time pulling pranks on his closest friends. Surprisingly though, behind the curtain lied a rather playful soul.

Doing it for the first time, he was hesistant with touching. Even waiting for verbal approval, wanting to know you wanted this as much as he did.

His actions spoke better than any words could, taking the time to truly know your body like he depended on it. Praising your features with his hands and with kisses, delicate intimate touches that would just sent delighttful shivers down your spine.

It was a rather hot sight to see him so invested in between your breasts, fondling them and seeing his mouth kiss them gently.

After doing the deed, he cuddles with you. His aftercare is pampering you with affection and love. Using a finger to draw hearts along your bare skin. Kissing you softly and lightly whispering how much he loves you.

Yone

Yone is a professional in his field within the music industry, having plenty of experience to back up his skill. Which is why it's no surprise that he's quite knowledgeable when it comes to bed activities.

His professionalism takes a step back and let's a more romantic side of him show when it's both your first time doing the dirty. Staying quite respectful of you and letting you familiarize yourself with him before touching you. Guiding your hand, showing you it's okay and to not be afraid to enjoy this.

When it's his turn, he know exactly where to touch. Absolutely worshipping your body like the temple it is. Taking his time with pleasuring you more than himself. Specially down below in between your legs.

His almost perfect look gets ruined, but you do see a more untamed version of him. One with loose long hair, towering over you while he pants over you. Looking at you and only you, like you're the only star in the night sky.

At the end during after care, he completely takes care of you. Pampering you with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings in your ear. Holding you close and promising to never let go.

I know it's not perfect and I definitely lacked on the whole female reader aspect, but hopefully next time I can do better! If you've read this far, thank you! <3

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[primrosechronicles]

"So.. how'd you two meet?"

Heartsteel!K'sante x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend K’sante, was a part of the boy band Heartsteel, the boy band that took over the internet in a matter of hours and had stolen the hearts of many girls and boys around the world. Both of you are currently in a devoted and affectionate relationship, and like in any relationship, he expressed a desire for you to meet his friends! More specifically, the other members of Heartsteel.

Warning/s: nothing much, just some drinking.

Word count: 888 (woah angel number)

You and K’sante walk into the place where you all decided to meet at, a nice bar down the street from their studio. In the lively and joyful bar, vibrant multicolored lights swirled and danced across the dimly lit room, casting playful patterns on the walls. The air was filled with the infectious melodies of a live band, their music resonating through the venue, prompting patrons to tap their feet and sway to the rhythm.

Laughter and animated conversations echoed throughout the bar as friends clinked glasses filled with various colorful cocktails and frothy pints of beer. The bartender expertly mixed drinks, occasionally performing dazzling flair moves to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

People of all ages and backgrounds filled the space, sharing stories and forming connections as they celebrated life's moments, both big and small. The overall atmosphere exuded an irresistible sense of camaraderie, making the bar a place where happiness and merriment were in abundance.

The guy who looked like he had a severe case of pink eye, waved his arms and yelled to get K’sante’s attention “Yo meathead! Over here!” Your boyfriend chuckled in response and held your hand to lead you to where you would meet your new friends.

K’sante, visibly proud and enthusiastic, took the initiative to introduce you to the members of the band, who were seated around a long, well-worn wooden table.

Their expressions bathed in the warm, amber glow of the hanging light fixtures, reached out with welcoming gestures and exchanged friendly hellos with you. The close-knit bond among them was evident, and the lively atmosphere of the bar only heightened the feeling of togetherness.

After talking for what felt like hours, the guy who introduced himself as ‘Ezreal’ asked “how'd you two meet?”

You sighed dreamily as you recalled your first meeting with him.

You were on a journey of self improvement, and honestly you were doing pretty good! Well… there was just one thing you couldn't get yourself to do… working out.. You weren't much of a physical person, you preferred to read fanfictions on the couch rather than the feeling of sweat sticking to your clothes. You kept telling yourself ’oh i'll go tomorrow!’ and then you never went. (Procrastination at its finest.)

Until a fateful day, you asked one of your more, physical oriented friends to accompany you to the gym.

In the bustling gym, the air was charged with energy and determination. Rows of cardio machines lined one side of the expansive, well-lit space, with people pounding away on treadmills and elliptical trainers, their faces glistening with sweat as they pushed their limits.

The weightlifting area was a symphony of clinking metal, grunts, and focused concentration. Athletes of all levels hoisted heavy barbells, their muscles straining under the effort, while others fine-tuned their form with dumbbells and resistance machines. Mirrors on the walls reflected the dedication etched on their faces as they sought to sculpt their bodies.

In one corner, an enthusiastic group engaged in a high-intensity fitness class, following the trainer's lead with precision. The beat of heart-pounding music filled the room as participants jumped, squatted, and lunged in unison.

Around the gym, trainers offered guidance and motivation to their clients, providing support and advice. Water bottles, towels, and gym bags were scattered throughout, a testament to the hard work and commitment of those striving for better health and fitness.

The atmosphere was one of resilience and determination, where individuals of all backgrounds came together with a shared goal: to push their physical boundaries and pursue a healthier, stronger version of themselves, you wanted to be like that too! And if you wanted to be like that, then you must put in the work!

You pulled up your workout routine, and it said that you had to do ‘pull ups’ whatever that meant.. After googling how to do it you reached up and.. Wait.. YOU CANT EVEN REACH THE BAR!

You jumped, your hands trying to clutch onto the pull up bar, but then.. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and you are met with the most glorious sight. A very handsome, dark-skinned sweaty, beefy man, He exudes confidence and a friendly demeanor.

With a charming smile, he offers his assistance, understanding your hesitation. He places his strong hand on your back, providing support as he guides you toward the pull-up bars. His touch is reassuring, and you can feel the warmth of his encouragement.

With a nod and a few words of encouragement, he helps you grab onto the bar, ensuring your grip is secure. As you begin your pull-ups, his presence and assistance give you the extra boost of confidence you need to tackle the exercise. You can't help but appreciate the combination of his physical strength and the kind support he's offered, making your workout a more enjoyable and motivating experience.

“In short… he was basically my motivation to go to the gym 3 days a week..” You said smiling.

“I’m flattered my love!” K’sante’s boisterous laugh had infected the others.

As the evening unfolded, everyone shared stories and laughter, marking the beginning of a new connection between K’sante's two worlds: his beloved band and his partner, you. It was a heartwarming moment, where music, friendship, and love converged in the heart of the bar.

A/N: RAHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO RUSHED!!! STAN K'SANTE SATN HEARTSTEEL!!

[blissxjj]

HeartSteel!Kayn X Reader

This is a story about you and Kayn, you have dated for three years back when he was in the order later you two moved away, but things changed when Kayn left you for a career! He joined a band and you never saw him again after that you moved on with your life and lived there alone but your paths crossed one more time as faith wanted you to be together.

SFW /Angst

You woke up at 5 in the morning and took a quick shower before heading out, it's been two years since you and Kayn broke up and you managed to find other ways to cheer yourself up believe it or not that was to cook and bake sweet things like pies and cookies, you were currently on your way to the market place as you held a basket in your hand you had this habit of picking up flower because you loved making bouquets and scatter them around your house in beautiful vases, after all Ionia was very unique when it came to nature!

Few minutes of walking and picking came to an end as you finally reached your destination, the market place was full! More than usual actually so many people and so many things

You started picking necessary ingredients and then you made your way around and looked at all the new things they sell things like decorations, furniture and vases!

You looked around until you noticed a beautiful necklace on one of the many tables as you made your way to the stall bumping onto people and people bumping into you

'Wow!' You couldn't help but admire it

"This is a very rare piece it's a magical stone that will unit you with your soulmate" the seller spoke

You looked up at him then back down at the necklace, of course you didn't believe that the necklace was capable of such thing but it was beautiful and definitely worth buying!

"How much?"

*Time pass*

You walked back in the market place with the necklace dangling from your neck, it was a beautiful Amber color that mached your clothes, you couldn't help but wonder if it truly will unit you with someone that will actually love you and not break your heart

You noticed in front of you another stall with beautiful bouquets of flower better than the ones you make, as you kept looking at the stall and not paying attention to what's in front of you you collided with someone

You were pushed back and quick to apologize

"Watch where you are going" a very harsh and deep voice said to you

You look up ready to bite back but you found yourself looking at the man instead of defending yourself

He was tall and...handsome? He had a pink/magenta and purple hair he wore a crop top that revealed his great abs and he was wearing a black eye patch with a very punky style

"I...am so sorry i was looking at the flowers and didn't notice you forgive me" and you walked away beside him fast, as you passed him you felt his gaze on your skin and you walked away not wanting to see the flowers anymore

You walk back home and immediately go to the kitchen to start cooking something, after about an hour your pie was ready you put it at the window so it can cool down faster as you made some flower crowns to pass time

You couldn't help your mind but to drift to the image of the guy from the market he looked like a celebrity and he definitely was not from the village maybe a passer-by or...whatever

It's not like you care, you are done with relationships that are made of glass and you didn't want another man in your life you had to be wise and choose the right one for you this time you are not falling for a random man you saw for one minute in the market place that is not happening

It's definitely the necklace's effect it wants me to fall for som-

"OMG MY NECKLACE!!??" You screamed as you noticed the necklace was nowhere to be seen you ran outside to the same path you walked to try and find the necklace again

You looked for so long and still no use, it was getting dark and it was hard to see properly

"Damn it! It was expensive and i couldn't even get used to it before it got lost"

You say to yourself out loud

"This necklace?" A familiar voice said

You turn around and see the same guy from the market as you made eye contact with him your head was quick to drop down because of your shy nature that prevented you from making eye contact with anyone for too long

As you walk closer to him you say looking at your necklace in his hand rather than his face

"Thank you i was looking for it, where did you find it?"

"It fell when you bumped into me earlier, you left before i could give it to you" he said extending his hand out to you

You grab it and tried to leave but the stranger grabbed your wrist, you turn around and look at him in the eyes, for a second, you felt like you recognized him

"Let me go" you said in a slightly warning voice

He looked disappointed for a second before his poker face was on again

"I am new here and i don't have anywhere to stay could i please stay with you?" His question made you uncomfortable...so uncomfortable that you just said 'No' and walked away

He stood there looking at you as you left back to your home suddenly you stop and look back at him

It was awkward and weird the staring contest was done the moment you muttered a quite 'Kayn?'

His mouth gave a faint smile and he took off his eye patch and you immediately recognized Rhaast's eye it was definitely Kayn

And suddenly a million question came to your head but none came out as your mouth felt paralyzed and your eyes started to water

You turn around on your heel and walked away crying

Kayn was not surprised from your reaction and followed behind you trying to explain himself

"Please listen to me i know what i did was wrong but please..."

He followed you all the way back

You slam your house door in his face and he could still hear your faint cries that made his heart ache

"Y/n please open the door i just wanna explain myself"

"..."

"Honey please i really need to-"

"DO NOT F****** CALL ME HONEY!!" You screamed at him as you opened the door

Kayn was quite and he held shame in his face and said

"Please can you just listen to me"

"You have three seconds" you said

"Ok so i-"

"Time is up" you slam the door again

Next thing you know your front door was swung open and there it was Kayn or should i say Rhaast all out

"You are one ****** spoiled brat Kayn wants to speak to you and apologize for what he has done and you slam the door!" Rhaast roared in your face

"Well i don't want to speak to him" you screamed back

"I am surprised you are not scared of me" he said amused

"I am scared of you..." you said still trying to keep up the tough act

"Why? didn't i promise you to never hurt you if i ever took over Kayn?" He said

"The same way Kayn promised to never hurt me and look where we are now" you said

"Listen to him y/n and if his explanation is not what you wanted then we will leave" he said and immediately switched back to Kayn who fell on his knees due to exhaustion picking himself up panting for air

You stood there visibly angry at him crossing your arms

He straightened himself and started

"I am so sorry for hurting you and i know you won't forgive me for it but i was stupid i still am, i never really knew how much you effected my life until we separated, i chased a stupid band that actually ended up abandoning me and i was alone for a long time before i was invited to my now new band, and even with all the fame i had and the love from the fans it never filled the empty space in my heart all those people supporting me and they didn't compare to what you used to make me feel, you made me what i am right now...i have my own issues and problems but despite all that you still loved all of me and excepted Rhaast as a part of me, i am not trying to make excuses for what i did but simply admit my fault and hope you could find it in your heart to fogive me...please i have changed...to the better"

All this time you stood there looking at him wide eyed and he looked back at you with a hopefull almost pleading expression

You turn your back to him thinking hard of what he said

You loved Kayn and you still do, he was your first love, first kiss, and first...you know

You look back at him and said

"Why?"

"Because i love you and i want us-

"NO!" You said harshly then continued after a short time "why did you cut your hair?"

Kayn was shocked he didn't know how to answer that

You walk up to him and circled him looking him up and down and said

"That's a glow down i would say"

Kayn just stayed quite and looked at the floor sad

"HAHAHAHA" You couldn't hold in your laugh anymore "i am just messing with you"

"You scared me i thought you didn't like my new look" he said frustrated

"Of course i do as long as...it's you" you said getting closer to him with your hands fiddling due to nervousness

"So does that mean you accepted my apology?" He asked getting a little nervous himself he opened his arms for you and as you hug him putting your head under his chin you said

"Not really but you have convinced me that you actually regret what you did"

"You are really confusing sometimes you know that" he said

You giggle hugging him closer then letting go to look in his eyes

"I have one request though" you said

"Anything" he said

"Can you fix the door Rhaast broke earlier?" You said

Kayn looked back at it and chuckled, "whatever you want but i need something in return" you nodded at him "i need some of your cooking it smells delicious in here"

"Sure if you give me a kiss" you said

Kayn turned all kind of shades out there before he kissed you on your cheek

You look at him rather confused before he says "i will work my way back to your heart till i earn that kiss for now a peck on the cheek will do"

You smile at him saying

"I am in love again already"

*Muwah*

Bonus

You sat on Kayn's lap under a tree as you make more flower crowns

"Y/n i think that's enough crowns" Kayn said with 12 flower crowns on his head each with different kind of flowers than the other

"But i still have five more-" he cut you off "FIVE!? No way that's too many flowers"

You finished another crown and Kayn stood up to leave after getting you off his lap he stretched then looked back at you before he saw you standing there with pleading eyes

"Ughhhh fine one more crown"

Masterlist

[duckchu]

Hellooo, this request is kinda simple but could I request for The Heartsteel boys (separate) x reader headcanons. With reader who sleepwalks? Just a funny little concept but imagine them waking up and reader’s left the house asleep. Lmao!

Of course!

Heartsteel x sleepwalker reader

Kayn

The first time he woke up and you weren't there he freaked out

Y/N where the fuck are you

Searched for you

Found you on the street sleepwalking

Brought you back home

Had an idea to strap you to the bed when you sleep

Wtf Kayn

Now just hugs you tight

One time when you were sleeping over at Heartsteel's apartment, you woke Ezreal up by standing over him menacingly

Holy shit the scream he let out

Yone

He usually falls asleep pretty late

Then somehow isn't sleepy because this man can function on 4 hours of sleep

So he's mostly there to make sure you're not doing anything harmful when you sleepwalk

If you do manage to leave the house during the time he is asleep, he will panic a little but go searching for you immediately

When he finds you, takes you back home and checks you for any injuries

Aphelios

Another night owl

He mostly sleeps during the day so he can make sure you don't do anything crazy at night

Usually will just sit and play video games or work on music

Doesn't mind you sleepwalking as long as you don't do anything stupid

Ezreal

Total panic

Can't breathe, the other guys have to calm him down

When he does, immediately goes out looking for you

Doesn't care that he will look tired at tomorrow's shoot. You're more important

Though after the first time you do this, he always makes sure to lock the doors are locked

And he hides the keys from you

Which once locked him and the rest of Heartsteel in the apartment when he couldn't recall where he put them

Sett

He got so freaked out when you sleepwalked for the first time

Thought you were mad at him and didn't want to talk

After that he always locks his room when you're over

Doesn't want you getting hurt

K'Sante

Doesn't mind

Usually has his room locked at night anyway so you have no way of getting out

Although he does hide his tablet after you knocked it off the table by accident

Luckily nothing happened

Actively tries to learn more about sleepwalking for you

[puffcap-factory]

Feelings, Love, and... Misunderstandings? (Heartsteel Yone x Reader)

Heartsteel!Yone x gn!reader; fluff, crack, bits of hurt/comfort plotwise.

When an overthinking reader (co-manager) meets the overthinking producer of the Heartsteel group.

Warnings: 

Alcohol drinking, self-doubt, emotional breakdown. I assume that all Heartsteel members are big enough and legal to drink.

**The story was written in more of a light-hearted tone, but I put the warnings here just in case. 

Words: 4k

Notes: 

Working on (non-angst) Yone’s fic is harder than I thought. But I really like the dynamic of the heartsteel boys, and their presence really helped oomph up the stoic producer of the group. So… here’s another heartsteel fic for you! Again, I did not think too much of the title...

I hope you enjoy! :D

((Update: There's a bonus at the end of the story))

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"Not joining in, hmm?" 

You jolted up from your seeming trance, the owner of the voice shifting casually closer to your seat. Turning your head, you met Alune's twinkling eyes, mischief dancing within them as she flashed a teasing smile.

“O-oh,” you smiled sheepishly as she gave you a knowing look at you, understanding well where your attention had been. “I’ll join in soon, later.” 

The week had been packed with schedules, and now the group found themselves in an arcade bar at night. You and Alune lounged on a sofa, sipping drinks and soaking in the lively atmosphere. The boys were off in their fun games, laughing and competing at darts and billiards while the latest music filled the air.

To your front, Yone and K'sante were engrossed in a game of billiards. You had to admit you have been marveling at the tall, lean, and handsome sight of the man who was gracefully playing the billiard. And, Alune had always been aware of your not-so-secret crush towards the group’s talented producer.

She leaned in closer as she whispered, rather enthusiastically, “Play a game with him, have some fun, try to get under his skin!”

Get under his skin. Right. I’d win a nobel prize for discovering his feelings.

Yone, for all his cool exterior, was just as cool as he looked. Unfortunately, he was particularly hard to read, at least for you. You couldn't tell if his kindness towards you was simply that — kindness — or if there was something more behind it. He was generally polite to everyone, though a bit stricter with Kayn and Ezreal – to no one's surprise. Yone was easygoing and pleasant to talk to, which only added to your curiosity as you tried to decipher his true feelings. 

There were occasions when you found yourselves spending time together, but it was never labeled as a date. It was either due to work duties, given your role as a co-manager, or simply a friendly hangout that happened naturally. Each time, you tried to read between the lines, wondering if there was something more beneath the surface, to no avail. 

"You know what, Alune, you're probably right. First, let's try billia-" You began, standing up with determination, but before you could make your move towards the billiard table, Ezreal appeared, blocking your view.

"Y/n! You owe us a round of darts, remember?" Ezreal exclaimed, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you away from the table, despite your silent protests. 

Great. What a timing, Ezreal.

"Sorry, Alune, I'll be borrowing her for a while," he added with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Don't tell me you forgot about the deal, hmm?" Kayn chimed in, raising an eyebrow as he waited in the dart booth.

You had mustered up the courage to take a shot at a round of billiards with Yone, but Ezreal and Kayn were quick to rope you into the dart booth before you could voice any further protests. Alune simply watched with an amused grin, clearly entertained by the turn of events.

You ended up playing a few rounds of darts with Ezreal and Kayn, snacking and sipping on some of their peculiar concoctions of 'potions' they had whipped up on a whim. It was a fun challenge you had agreed to, having lost a dare to them before. When it wasn’t your turn, you couldn't help but throw quick glances towards the billiard table, particularly at Yone, admiring his oh-so-smooth movements. 

You were feeling a bit lighter in the head, the effects of the peculiar potions finally catching up to you. Though clear-minded, you were certainly getting full from the incoming food. As you prepared to take your next throw in the dart game, a brand-new top-chart song began to play in the background, its music video displayed on the monitor above the room.

Ezreal, caught up in the music, started to nod off, vibing with the beat. Meanwhile, Kayn shifted his attention towards the music video, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Ooh, wait, I saw that lady with Yone before!" Kayn exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "Hah, Yone, so that's your type, huh?"

Wait… what?

You quickly glanced at the screen, only to see an incredibly sexy and charming actress starring in the music video.

That’s HIS type?

"Ooh! Right, I saw her talking to you at the bar before," Sett added, joining in on the conversation as Yone sighed dismissively, a small defeated smile appearing on his face.

…AND he’s not even declining? 

You held onto your dart a bit tighter, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside you. There was no way you could compare to her. Despite the mix of sadness and frustration stirring up inside, you maintained a smile onto your face, determined to keep up your appearances.

I might be just overthinking this. Get it together, y/n.

You tried to reassure yourself. But the sound of the atmosphere began to blur and others' conversations turned into a mumbled background noise as your thoughts took over. The insecurities crept in, overshadowing the fun of the night. Was this the effect of the alcohol or was it just me?

"Y/n, y/n!" Ezreal's voice cut through your thoughts as he patted you on the shoulder. "You okay?"

You blinked, snapping back to reality, realizing you had drifted off into your own world. With a forced smile, you nodded at Ezreal, trying to brush off the uneasiness that had settled in your chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just got lost in thought for a moment," you grinned at him.

Ezreal studied your face for a second. "Hmm, if you say so..." he trailed off, before leaning in to whisper with a wink, a playful glint in his eyes, "Let's just leave the drinks for Kayn, shall we?"

You couldn't help but let out an amused smile at Ezreal's comment, feeling grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. Determined to shake off your thoughts, you focused on the dart game, teaming up with Ezreal against Kayn. Together, you managed to make Kayn taste his own creations, and the laughter that followed was pleasant.

After a while, feeling a bit light-headed from the stir of emotions, and Ezreal and Kayn's concoctions, you decided to step away from the dart game for a bit to head to the bar to fetch a water. Taking a seat at the counter, you ordered the much-needed refreshment from the bartender. Leaning on the counter, you rested your chin on your hand, letting your thoughts drift as you waited for your drink.

As you gazed into space, lost in your own thoughts, you suddenly realized that someone had taken a seat next to you on the counter. And to your surprise, it was none other than the handsome producer himself, Yone.

Out of all people-! Him? Now?!

Your eyes widened in surprise as Yone caught you off guard, scrambling to sit up straighter. The bartender had just placed the glass of water in front of you, but you couldn’t just leave now.

"Mind if I join you?" Yone's voice broke the silence, his tone polite and soft.

“No—of course not.” You forced a smile at him, hoping it appeared natural as he smiled back in response.

Oh god, I hope my smile looked all normal.

Yone proceeded to order some Japanese sake from the bartender. When it arrived, you couldn't help but look at the elegant bottle and the sake cup with curiosity.

Just as you were about to ask about the sake, to break the awkwardness that had settled between you, Yone beat you to it. “Everything alright?” he inquired, his gaze gentle as he looked at you. You realized you had been silent for a moment, mentally cursing yourself for the lapse in conversation.

“Uh, yeah, of course, everything’s going well!” you replied, plastering a smile on your face.

Yone gazed at you for a moment, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He seemed to sense that something was off, but thankfully, he didn't press further. “If it’s anything about work, you can always talk to me-"

“No, it’s not.” 

Oops. You realized that you had blurted it out too quickly. 

“Oh?” Yone turned to face you, his expression now more attentive. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked carefully, his tone low mixed with a bit of concern.

You sighed defeatedly. This man always seemed to be able to read between the lines, and you couldn’t hide it anymore. “So… There’s a guy that I like…” you admitted, taking a sip of your icy water.

Yone’s eyes twinkled in curiosity, his body shifted a bit to face you.

“But he doesn’t seem to feel the same way about me, I don’t know,” you grumbled, frustration beginning to pool inside you, as you held your forehead. 

“Does… he not give you any signs or anything?” Yone asked carefully, his expression filled with genuine care.

“No! You know, he’s insanely hard to read!” You started to rant, your emotions rushing out from beneath you. “And recently, I learned that I might very well just not be his type.”

Yone fell into silence for a moment, sensing your frustration, as he also felt something stir inside him. He wanted to help, to offer some words of comfort, but nothing perfect came to mind.

“…Does he–“ He started to ask, wanting to gather more information before commenting further, but you interrupted him.

“I don’t know anymore, Yone, maybe I should just give up! I don’t know what to do—!” The frustration and sadness bubbled over, and before you knew it, tears were pooling in your eyes.

No, no, no, brain, work more! Am I going to cry now, in front of him?!

Despite your mind still functioning clearly, your emotions won the battle, and you couldn't hold back the tears. You felt a mixture of shame, sadness, and frustration wash over you as you tried to compose yourself in front of Yone.

“Gimme that!” You snatched his sake cup and chugged down its contents, still full. Yone was taken aback by your sudden action, at a loss for words as he watched you. Your tears were now streaming down on your face, you didn’t care anymore if it had smudged your makeup.

“Y/n…” he began, lifting his arms as if to reach out to you, but you quickly reached for his sake bottle to refill the cup you were holding, determined to drown your sorrows in another shot.

“How can I compare to that woman, Yone, tell me!” You didn’t know where and how that came from, but you blurted it out.

“H-huh? Which woman?” Yone's confusion was evident as he tried to follow your train of thought.

“Which woman?? You had lots?!”

You swore your head was in some eco-friendly energy-saving-mode as you couldn’t seem to process the information, making the situation seemed even more hilariously stupid.

“…Y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to reason with you, his voice soft and concerned. 

But you were just going to leave him there at the counter, tears still streaming down your face, and leave him you did. Without another word, you hurriedly made your way to the bathroom, leaving the poor man on the bar counter all alone. As you stood in front of the mirror, you realized how much of a mess you were. You looked like a metalhead who had just gone through a breakdown, with black streaks trailing down your cheeks.

“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you as tears started to well up again. How had it all gone so wrong?

You looked at yourself in the bathroom, breathing in and out slowly, trying to regain your already lost composure. Moments later, Alune entered the bathroom, her expression filled with concern as she looked at you.

“Let’s rest for today, hm? I’ll drive you back,” she offered softly, her tone soothing. You nodded at her. “Don’t worry, I told everyone asking that you were not feeling well,” Alune reassured you, offering a comforting hug.

You found yourself crying again, this time for her considerate gesture. Alune chuckled softly as she patted your back, offering you comfort.

You then fell deep asleep in the car on the way back.

•~•~•~•

The next morning, you woke up feeling the slight hangover from yesterday. You sat up on your bed, trying to piece and remember the memories of whatever chaos had happened last night. Your mind then went through the memory of your interaction between you and Yone, realizing your actions, each one making you cringe with regret and shame. 

I- I’m an idiot!!

You groaned, massaging your temples as if trying to erase the memories. The more you remembered, the more ashamed you felt. You wanted to curl into a ball under your blanket and hide from the world.

You admitted to yourself that you hadn’t consumed that much alcohol at one time before, and last night, the mix of emotions and frustrations had likely been heightened by the booze.

“Yone must hate me now…” you mumbled to yourself, still rubbing your temples in a feeble attempt to alleviate the headache. Now, the problem was clear in your mind: How were you going to face him today? 

The fact that the members had their apartment room just right in front of yours and Alune made the situation even more daunting. You couldn’t simply avoid him forever, especially since you were part of the same team.

You went out of your room to find Alune making pancakes for brunch at the kitchen.

“Morning!” she greeted you cheerfully, despite the late hour.

“…Morning, Alune. Thanks for yesterday, though…” you mumbled, scrubbing your eyes as you yawned, meeting her grinning face, clearly waiting for your recount of the previous night. You realized her expression and groaned inwardly, knowing you'd have to relive the embarrassing story by telling her.

You sighed, grabbing a glass of milk before sitting down. “Okay, so…” you began, recounting the chaotic events of the night before. You explained how you had let your emotions get the best of you, the tears, the rambling, the chugging of sake... It all came tumbling out as you told her about your breakdown in front of Yone.

Alune listened intently, offering considerate and understanding comments throughout your story. When you finally finished, you felt a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over you.

Alune reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we all have our moments. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

You nodded, grateful for her understanding. But then her expression shifted to a mischievous grin, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“And…” she paused, her grin widening. You looked up at her, wondering what she was about to say.

“You should definitely confront Yone as soon as possible, tell him how you feel” she said plainly, her grin now almost playful.

“What?! That’s the last thing I would do!!” you protested, feeling a wave of panic at the thought of facing Yone after your embarrassing display.

But Alune held your shoulders firmly, her eyes serious. “Believe me, y/n. Trust me on this one.”

•~•~•~•

Throughout the day, you had been clearly avoiding Yone, much to his concern. There were three chances where you two crossed paths, but each time you quickly averted your gaze, trying your best not to interact with him due to your lingering embarrassment. But Yone appeared to have a different thought to himself.

…Did I say something wrong?

His mind was busy replaying the events from yesterday morning, wondering if he had made a misstep towards you. He was trying to connect the dots, trying to understand why you seemed upset with him yesterday.

To be honest, when you admitted to him that you had a crush on another guy, he felt a pang of hurt inside his heart, though he was adept at masking it, maintaining his calm demeanor. But he was genuinely concerned for your well-being. Learning that the guy you liked might be interested in someone else made him feel a sense of disappointment, though he didn’t let it show. He wanted the best for you, and seeing you upset about it only added to his concern.

When you left him alone at the counter, he knew he had to tell Alune about you. Alune was quick into action, helping you up at the bathroom. Later that night, Alune and Yone found a moment to talk in private, much to Yone’s request.

Alune listened intently as Yone recounted the events of the past day and his feelings of confusion and concern about your behavior. He explained how he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had somehow upset you, and how he wished he could make things right. Alune listened with patience, nodding in understanding as Yone spoke. However, he still kept his feelings about you tightly guarded. 

Throughout the day, Yone appeared somewhat… off, lost in his thoughts. Everyone noticed his change of demeanor and seemed to check on him frequently.

“Gee, Yone, are you alright? You look like you stayed up all night,” Ezreal asked him in the afternoon, noting how drained Yone seemed.

“I’m fine,” he answered flatly, his mind elsewhere.

Another time, he found himself behind the wheel of the car with K’sante beside him. “You good, Yone?” K’sante asked, noticing Yone's distant gaze.

“I’m fine,” Yone repeated mechanically. By now, it felt like he was a broken record, constantly reassuring others that he was okay when he really wasn't.

He knew this would get him nowhere, as he felt he desperately needed a clear space. So, as dusk began to settle, Yone decided to retreat to one place where he often found solace: the rooftop. 

•~•~•~•

After contemplating for what felt like an eternity, you decided to practice how you would confront Yone at a place where no one would usually go. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the rooftop as you ascended the stairs. You were rehearsing what you would say to him in your head, repeating it a few times as you walked to the spot you had in mind. 

However, when you reached the spot, you were taken aback to find Yone already standing there, overlooking the cityscape.

Crap!! Why is he here!? 

You knew you weren’t good in last-minute study and the exam was just right in front of you now. He seemed to notice your presence, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Reluctantly, you stepped closer to him, maintaining a reasonable distance, and faced the city view in the sunset. The air between you two was heavy with unspoken words, both of you itching to talk but unsure of where to start.

As the silence stretched on, you both seemed to come to the decision to speak at the same time.

“About yesterday…” you both began simultaneously, only to pause when you realized you had spoken at the same time.

“Go ahead,” Yone offered, his voice quiet and careful.

“Uh... you go first…” you replied, feeling the awkwardness settle in like a heavy fog.

Once again, silence enveloped you both, the tension palpable. You felt like screaming as loud as you could, but you knew you couldn’t back down now. You exhaled deeply as you began.

“Yone, I– I’m sorry about yesterday, I was all messed up. The alcohol–, I mean, I was…” you stumbled as the words you had prepared all got jumbled up in your throat. You paused before regaining yourself, and you continued. “But I feel like you need to know something,” you gazed up at him as he turned at you, finally meeting his gaze.

“The guy that I told you about… it was… you…,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Heat crept up your cheeks, and you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Instead, you focused on the ground beneath your feet, feeling a mix of nervousness and vulnerability.

You were about to speak again, but the wind suddenly picked up, blowing your hair into your face and blocking your view of the man in front of you. Before you could move to brush it away, you felt Yone's hand on your cheek, gently tucking the strands behind your ear. His touch was tender and caring, sending a jolt of surprise through you.

As you faced him directly, meeting his gentle gaze, he smiled softly at you. The city lights twinkled around you, casting a romantic glow over the moment.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity, “You don’t know how happy I feel when you told me that I was the guy in your story.” He chuckled softly as the dots finally clicked, “And I also owe you an apology, I believe.”

“H-Huh… so you don’t hate me…right?” you asked, still in disbelief at the turn of events.

Yone chuckled again at your incredulous expression. “I don’t think I would ever… I like you, y/n,” he admitted, the heat rising to his cheeks as he also casted his gaze to the side for a second. “I mean�� not just as friends, but...”

Before he could finish his sentence, you moved forwards to press your forehead on his chest, feeling in total relief and joy as he confessed to you.

“I like you too, Yone,” you whispered, your voice filled with happiness and relief. “More than I can put into words.”

Yone held you close, his arms enveloping you in warmth and security. The world seemed to fade away as you both stood there, lost in the moment. It was a moment of pure bliss, in contrast to the chaotic night you had spent the night before. 

As you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, you could see the tender affection reflected in his gaze. You also noticed the faint pink shades starting to show up on his cheeks, which only made you giggle softly.

He’s also shy, how cute.

“I was getting really concerned about whatever I did yesterday that made you upset,” Yone confessed with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry, I should have been more expressive to show my feelings.”

“O- Oh, don’t apologize. I was definitely overthinking things,” you replied, laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I thought you were into that… super famous sexy lady…who’s on the…” Your voice trailed off as you recalled the memories from yesterday, embarassment creeping over you.

“I met her once at the premiere party, her producer introduced me to her, and we just had a plain talk, nothing more,” Yone explained with an amused smile. 

You grinned back at him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Okay, so I was actually making a fool of myself.”

The tension between you both seemed to dissolve into laughter and shared understanding. It was a moment of pure relief and happiness, knowing that the misunderstandings had been cleared up.

“So, what now?” you asked, still grinning.

Yone took a moment to ponder before replying with a smile, “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go on a real date this time? Just the two of us.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and you couldn't help but nod eagerly. “I would love that,” you replied, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him. 

As the sun set behind the city skyline, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both stood on the rooftop, arms in arms, looking towards the horizon. The city lights twinkled as the sky darkened, and the night breeze began to tingle against your skin. You released from the hug, taking in the beautiful sight.

Just as you were about to turn back, Yone stepped in front of you, offering his hand with a warm smile.

“How about dinner, tonight?”

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Bonus illustration right here

[wowcatboys]

Hi Keyes! Nice to meet you ❤️ I was wondering if you would accept a request 👉🏻👈🏻

Its my first time asking for requests! So sorry if Im not clear enough of if I forget the rules. Im totally new at this T-T

I had this idea in my mind for a long time and I was wondering if you could consider writing it! Kayn x fem reader headcannons where Kayn falls haaaard for reader cause he found a partner in crime in her. They both like to cause a little trouble here and there, and also he found someone that could drive ever FASTER than him.

Omg Im so in love with him 😮‍💨❤️

Thank you and hope Im not breaking any rules!

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN/TROUBLEMAKER READER ♡ No TW's ♡ SFW ♡ Nice to meet you, you're so sweet!! Thank you for your fantastic request, I loved writing it! I hope you'll feel free to request more in the future (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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KAYN

Instead of traditional nicknames like "honey" or "babe", Kayn exclusively calls you his little demon. Given your wild side, it's pretty accurate.

All it takes to get Kayn to do something is a dare. He has a hard time turning down dares as is, but if it's coming from you? His partner in crime and chief enabler? Oh, no way in hell he's backing down. Naturally it works for big, bold things: popping a wheelie on the Paranoia MV motorcycles, climbing a water tower, vandalizing a cop car. It also works for small things, too, though. Dare him to get you a glass of water or give you a kiss and he'll roll his eyes, but comply. "Oh, a dare, huh? You know I can't turn those down." He folds to your innocent, cute demands like paper. Just be mindful, though; he knows you're a troublemaker too, and he's not afraid to throw a dare or two of his own your way.

Whenever Ernest is naughty, fingers immediately point at you and Kayn. "He gets it from you two," the rest of Heartsteel claims. Kayn just shrugs. "We're his favorite," he defends (not true—Ezreal is clearly Ernest's favorite, but it's best not to rub that in Kayn's face). "Of course he's gonna take after us." He rubs Ernest's ears, completely ignoring the fact that he just stole food off the counter or shredded K'sante's favorite shoes. "Yeah, you're our little monster, huh?" If you didn't know any better, you might think Kayn is encouraging the dog's troublemaking...

(He is. He totally is. You've literally seen him sneak Ernest a treat after turning one of Sett's plushies into a chew toy.)

Kayn nabbed your phone one time and set the home screen as a picture of his mug shot from the music video. Not to be outdone, you stole his phone and set the home screen as a picture of your mug shot. Kayn has nothing but questions. "Is this real?? The fuck did you do? Why do you look so hot in this..." Of course, you don't tell him if it's real or staged. You can't give away all your secrets so easily, now, can you?

There's a change jar in the Heartsteel apartment kitchen marked "Kayn and (Y/N)'s Bail Fund". At first you thought it was a complete joke, but then you noticed Ezreal drop a twenty in there after Kayn broke a Taco Bell drive-thru window during a night-out. Now you're not so sure. Either way, hopefully you'll never have to use it for that.

Every single time you and Kayn go somewhere, it's a race. You line your cars up at the mouth of the parking garage and then you fucking go. You've raced to McDonald's for lunch, raced him to his rehearsals, you even raced him to a funeral one time. There are no rules except 'get there first', and yes, this little game has resulted in multiple speeding tickets. But whatever what's a small fine compared to an adrenaline rush? They wouldn't put 130 on the speedometer if they didn't want you to do it.

Kayn and you have been permanently banned from a fair handful of establishments. Reasons why include: totaling a go-kart, throwing bowling balls overhead, bribing a ring toss worker to get a gigantic Bulbasaur without playing the game (Sett really, really wanted it). And that's the beginning. Don't even get Yone started on the infamous Laser Tag Incident...

The perfect date for you two is a rage room. Yone got you and Kayn passes for a local rage room for Kayn's birthday one year. Playing frisbee with glass dinner plates? A surprisingly good time. Sure, they may have asked you not to come back after Kayn got a little rowdy with an old radio and an extension cord (you asked him how high he thought he could slingshot the thing and the answer was "pretty fucking far", which of course he had to prove), but it was a good time regardless. Whenever Kayn's feeling extra stressed and you don't want to deal with the fallout around real property damage, you take him to a rage room for the afternoon and smash bottles to your hearts' content.

Kayn never paid much attention to minor scrapes and bruises before meeting you. But, since you're now hopping fences or slipping through open windows together, he's suddenly become attuned to the bumps acquired while daredevilling. He keeps a small container of band-aids in his bag just for you. "I might have some bandages in here," he grumbles whenever you get scraped up. "Dunno if I used 'em all." (Of course he hasn't. They're your band-aids and he wouldn't dream of using one.)

Whenever Kayn just needs to talk, the two of you often sneak into an old building to do it. Getting caught puts your nerves on edge, for sure, but it allows Kayn to pretend he's not anxious about discussing his own feelings or worries. Of course he feels vulnerable, you two are trespassing! That's totally why his palms are sweating and his chest feels tight. It has nothing to do with his deep-seated reluctance to talk about his emotions. If you can tell Kayn's wound up extra tight, offer to sneak into a nearby community pool or abandoned gas station late at night. Under cover of darkness, in the silent hallways of a vacant building, Kayn lets you take a peek under his dark shell.

[icequeenbae]

Hii! This is a more slow burn request so I’m sorry if it’s a little difficult, but could I request Heartsteel Ezreal x reader who’s knowledgeable and quite sarcastic and quick witted with their replies? I just wonder how their meeting would go with the whole Black cat, golden retriever vibe!

And maybe the reader sometimes suffers from low self-esteem and burnout.

Pairing: Heartsteel!Ezreal x Reader ft. all members

Heartsteel AU, attempted humor, fluff

Warnings: grumpymanager!Reader, Kayn is annoying as fuck… language? lol

Word Count: ~1.4k

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: Hiii~ Thank you for the Ezreal request, sweetie! I do have my favorites in Heartsteel to write for, and he is definitely at the top of that list <3 Not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but let’s give it a try! As usual, let me know via comments/ asks/ reblogs, I try stay on it~ P.S. The stuff I post for requests is usually not beta’ed, so pls bear with me…

You rubbed your tired eyes and cursed, checking if your fingers had any mascara on them. There was an issue to resolve, and you had hoped to finish up before the Heartsteel members returned to the waiting room after their rehearsal. But your plan failed miserably.

‘Our dearest manager!’ Kayn appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. ‘Always working, what a busy little bee!’

You raised your eyebrow at him and stayed silent until he cleared his throat and retracted his arm, while the rest of the members scattered around the room, minding their own business.

‘Someone has to work around here,’ you replied, typing away on your laptop.

‘You should take a break and go grab something to eat at least,’ Yone suggested.

His amiable comment made you release a desperate sigh.

‘They messed up the mic backup, Yone. Not to mention that we have the music video budget due tomorrow and someone screwed up the calculations. I cannot let you film without the drones or the special effects crew. If you do everything yourselves, you’ll be dead before you go on stage again, and I will be ripped into a million tiny pieces by the company or your fans. And I don’t know which one’s worse…’

‘If that’s Sett’s fans you’ll live. They all twinky as shit, look at Phel.’ Kayn cackled, and Yone glared at him.

Sett and Aphelios exchanged looks, probably deciding to give their most annoying member a proper thrashing another time just for the sake of your emotional wellbeing. At least someone understood how dire the situation was.

‘How can I help?’ The producer asked.

Although you appreciated the offer, you knew that they had to perform tomorrow, so Yone would have to supervise the last of preparations starting early morning. You could not allow him to spend the night helping you and then go straight into tomorrow’s work. The price of a screwup was too high on this one.

‘You can help by taking them out for dinner and making sure they’re tucked in later. I don’t want anyone out wreaking any havoc while I’m not around to settle everything.’

‘That I can arrange.’ Yone nodded, giving the rest of the members a solid onceover. ‘You heard Y/N, boys. No fun for you tonight, we have a very long day tomorrow.’

‘Ugh. Buzzkill…’ Sett sighed, and Phel pinched him on the arm, hard. ‘Ow!!’

‘I think we can live with one night in, guys,’ Ezreal interjected. ‘We’re so tired anyway.’

‘Speak for yourself, young man. I am full of energy!’ K’Sante retorted.

What a traitorous blow! You’d expect it from anyone but him.

Noticing your flabbergasted expression, K’Sante quickly continued.

‘…which I can spend by working some iron in the gym before bed time.’

You shook your head, trying to focus on your spreadsheet again. It was a little- no, it was extremely overwhelming, trying to fix several urgent issues at once, while running on a couple hours of sleep, half a sandwich (had to donate the rest to Sett – he’s still growing, after all… or so he thinks) and way too much coffee.

‘Are you going to stay here though?’ Ezreal asked, sounding too quiet for his usual bubbly self.

You assumed he was afraid to get the short end of the stick and make you explode with his question. But you were too tired to even yell at any of them.

‘Not that I have any choice,’ you answered dryly. ‘Not everyone can teleport, Ezzie.’

He pursed his lips, probably realizing that it was best to leave you alone before you gave him the same glare that Kayn had earned earlier. Unlike the demonic bastard, Ezreal was among the members who preferred to stay away from you when you were fuming, as opposed to irritating you further to poke some fun. Yone had already spent a week negotiating for you to take back your resignation once, so they were on their best behavior ever since. Well, the best they could muster, which wasn’t that great but in the grand scheme of things… you’d take what you could get.

After they all vacated the premises, you finally managed to send the updated budget numbers for approval, and made a few calls about the mic replacement. It was unbelievable, but you really had to find someone to get the necessary equipment and fly in to bring it on time. So you stayed at the venue to be able to check whether everything worked fine right away.

But later that night, a mystery visitor woke you up while scooping you off the chair to get you onto the sofa.

‘Mhm- what… Who’s here??’ You jerked up from your uncomfortable sleeping position, accidentally hitting someone in the face with your head.

‘Ow!’ You heard someone squeak and turned around, finding Ezreal in pain, holding his hand to his nose.

‘What on Earth brings you here??’ You instinctively pinched the bridge of his nose as if that would help with the pain. ‘Wait, what time is it? Where is my phone??’

‘I took it,’ he said, wiping under his nose to check for blood.

Thankfully, there was none, and he was okay. Your nervous system, however, was not as lucky.

‘What do you mean, you took it??’ You frantically checked the time on your laptop. ‘3:23? I was supposed to meet someone an hour ago! Why didn’t you wake me up?!’

You grabbed your phone from blabbering Ezreal, but he clung to you like a koala.

‘Y/N, I-’

‘I know. You didn’t think properly, and now I will have to find a way to get that guy to come back if he isn’t sleeping in his hotel already… Shit, Ezzie, you fucked up! No, I fucked up. How could I have fallen asleep?? Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You knocked on your own head with your knuckles to make a point, and Ezreal caught you by the wrist with his two hands, looking as if you had hit him and not yourself.

‘Y/N, I already met with him and took the mics. We ran a test downstairs with some of the overnight technicians. Everything is set up and working fine.’

You blinked at him a few times, still confused.

‘Uh- You… did?’

‘Yes. I came back earlier and you were asleep. Then someone called you, so I figured- And then I went down and checked everything,’ he delivered anxiously. ‘I also brought you a sandwich- but I didn’t want to wake you, so…’

He grabbed a paper bag from the sofa and shoved it into your hands. You looked at it, and then back at Ezreal, your sleepy and stressed-out brain still catching up with everything.

‘Um- so you brought me… a sandwich?’ You asked.

‘Yes,’ he nodded, strangely bashful. ‘And a juice box.’

His cheeks became rosy, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Ezreal looked like a stray puppy, unsure about whether it was safe to express his affection.

As your laughter settled, you finally exhaled. Everything was okay, thanks to your unexpected little helper for tonight. And now that he’d mentioned the food…

‘I hope you got me an extra-large one.’ You hummed, sitting your butt down.

‘I got two,’ he beamed. ‘And a chocolate bar.’

‘Good. You look like you could have some chocolate right about now.’

And of course, after such an eventful night, as well as the previous few days, having a full belly made you dozy again. Although you did notice Ezreal’s head slowly tilting towards your shoulder through the layer of drowsiness, you didn’t catch your own head leaning onto his.

Due to your carelessness, you were in for a rude awakening in just a few hours.

‘Now, isn’t that adorable?’ Even from the depths of hell you would have heard Kayn exclaim in the most obnoxious voice possible.

‘I’m taking a picture. For the family album!’ K’Sante announced, quick to utilize the camera on his phone.

‘Or future blackmail…’ Kayn sneered evilly.

‘Maybe I should post that picture of you stuck in the vault with your pants down, Shieda Kayn.’ You mused out loud, eyes still shut.

There were a few sounds resembling muffled cursing, and then Kayn walked it back.

‘Hey man, we shouldn’t take pictures of people sleeping. It’s illegal or some shit. Let’s just go check on the preparations, come on.’

And so, they went back to where they came from. ‘Manager…’ You heard Ezreal whisper, head still laying on your shoulder. ‘You’re amazing.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading and happy holidays my sweethearts!! I have just a couple more requests to go~ I don't think I will take more for the time being but I might come up with another requests event for 900 or 1000 milestone! Please don't forget to comment and reblog if you want to support me 💜 And check out my masterlist for more of my HEARTSTEEL and kpop content 💕

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: heartsteel yone x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Yone goes through great lengths to hide his soft spot for you.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.29k

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: reader is implied trans, if you squint, and allergic to dust

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Sett's eyes scanned the new list pinned on the fridge, his ears twitching in anticipation for his weekly chore.

CHORE CHART:

Yone - laundry

Sett - take out trash – gently, please

Okay, he could do that. He could do that just fine. Controlling his strength was easy, after all.

Sett's chore was second on the list, meaning he hadn't seen the rest, and it got him curious, so he continued to read.

K’Sante - grocery shopping

Ezreal - dusting

Aphelios - vacuum

Kayn - dishes – ALL of them

Y/N - n/a

What? No, that wasn't possible. You weren't doing anything? That wasn't fair! That was less than fair, it was an actual insult to his pride!

Sett had to do something.

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Yone sat on his bed, folding the boys' collective laundry with ease and stacking them up on organized piles. Clothing that was meant to be hanged, instead, had already been placed on their high quality, wooden, color-coded hangers, off to the side.

Yone was meticulous in this, he paid attention to the details. After all, the last time he gave the task to one of the other boys, he had found his clothes had wrinkled, and he didn't want a repeat.

Besides, he also found folding laundry to be quite peaceful. It allowed him to take his mind off the production and upkeep of HEARTSTEEL, and instead keep it busy with the repetitive, simple movements of folding clothing.

Had Yone not been an attentive man, he wouldn't have noticed the purposefully quiet sound of the door as it clicked open and shut, nor the padding of socked feet that covered the distance to the bed with quick strides.

Had you not been Yone's favorite man, he wouldn't have let you in without so much as a word.

"Hi Yone." It was a simple greeting, but Yone thought it was the sweetest thing in the world.

"Hello, sweetheart." Yone didn't even protest when you sat down beside him, let alone on his bed. He only remained curious, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought folding the laundry for six big boys would be much too boring and tedious to do all on your lonesome."

"Seven big boys." Yone corrected.

"Seven big boys." You repeated in affirmation.

Yone placed his hand over yours when you pulled one of Sett's big muscle shirts over your lap, opening his mouth to say he didn't want you "straining yourself", when you gave him a pointed look he couldn't say no to. A sigh slipped from his lips instead, and he let go of your hand after giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you." You said, turning your gaze back to the black shirt.

Yone wanted to say it was nothing to be thankful for, but he knew that you wouldn't care for that, so instead he went back to his manners. "You're welcome."

There was a peaceful silence afterwards. Yone liked his silences as much as he liked his music, but he wanted to fill it up with something. You were here, after all, but what could he say?

He didn't need to find a topic of conversation, however, not with Sett bursting through the door. "Yone!"

"Sett." The producer grumbled in reply, setting his hands over his lap, which just so happened to behold Ezreal's rubber ducky patterned pajama shirt. "Kayn, Ezreal..."

Aphelios and K'Sante piled in behind them, though they looked less like the angry pitchfork villagers that entered before them.

"Why does (Y/N) get to skip out on chores?!" Kayn shouted, pushing past the big hunk of rock that Sett was.

Maybe his red eye couldn't see, for he didn't notice you sitting right next to Yone with the matching duck pajama bottoms on your lap.

"Yeah, man, that's like, totally unfair!" Sett exclaimed, pushing Kayn out of the way so they could share the limelight.

Ezreal pushed under the taller boys' arms, standing in front of them with his arms crossed. "Not to mention, incredibly biased!"

"There was nothing else to do around the house." Yone came up with the excuse quickly, going back to folding the clothes nonchalantly. There were actually plenty of other shores around the house, but he wasn't about to mention them.

The other boys, however, were perfectly capable of doing so. "Like cleaning the bathrooms!"

"Watering the plants."

"Helping me dry the dishes!"

Yone deadpanned, staring at all of them with his signature disappointment, until his eyes settled on K'Sante. "They have a point." He says, and Yone couldn't deny it.

Except, he could.

"He broke his leg this morning." Yone straight lies, looking back down at the clothing and remaining stoic.

"What?" Everyone–capable of saying–says, even you!

Sett peered over the stacks of clothing covering the view over your legs, just to check. "No he didn't!" The big man says, an insufferable whine to his voice.

You clear your throat, ceasing your hands' movement. Yone shuffles a bit closer to you, as if to shield you from the boys. "Sure he did. He's good at hiding pain."

"Yone." Ezreal placed his hands on his hips.

The producer didn't grace him with a reply, simply focusing on the clothing.

Kayn grumbled, "Now you're lying for him?"

"I did no such thing." He places the duck pajama shirt roughly over Ezreal's pile, accidentally causing a wrinkle, but he hardly cares.

"Listen here–" Kayn's voice is deep and annoyed. He lunges, but K'Sante holds his back, and hovers him just over the floor. Air jail.

"(Y/N) is our wonderful assistant, not your mom." Yone says, to which you laugh, turning Sett's face sour. "He's not here to do everything for you."

"Why do we even have to dust the place every week?" Ezreal says exasperatedly. Running a hand through his hair, he still manages to look well-kept. "I'm pretty sure dust doesn't build up that fast."

"(Y/N)'s allergic."

You didn't put that in your resume. So he found out on his own? That's...endearing. You scoot forward, back to Yone's side. "You guys aren't seriously hoping to subject me to suffering just because you have to suffer too, right?"

Now that you'd put it that way, yeah, that sounded pretty mean. K'Sante puts Kayn down, and the rapper stays in place obediently. Sett huffs and crosses his arms, but he seems convinced, and Ezreal's lips press into a line.

"I mean, when you say it like that..." The pretty boy says, looking down shamefully.

The more sensible K'Sante knows it remains unfair, and that he'll have to talk to Yone about it later, but he's just happy the conflict is resolved; whilst the indifferent Aphelios's smile fades, his entertainment was over.

"Besides, I'm helping now, aren't I?" You finish folding Ezreal's duck pajama pants and place them on the pile just to show off.

"Yeah, you're right." Sett sighs, slumping forward dejectedly.

For a moment, the boys stand awkwardly until Aphelios realizes they all are intruding upon Yone's private space and your alone time. He turns and leaves, prodding Yone to speak up. "Run along now."

The boys all leave, Kayn more angrily as Yone's words are definitely triumphant, and K'Sante closes the door behind them.

Silence. Comfortable, peaceful, and belated silence.

The two of you turn back to folding the clothing.

"For the record, I know why you didn't put me on the list." Yone thinks you're about to tease him for it, but you don't, and for that he is grateful.

The second place producer, first place lover, leans his head against yours, then turns it to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

From the next week onwards, the first chore is always sitting next to two names:

Y/N & Yone -

[auras-moonstone]

omg i love your ethan imagines so yk i have to request one!!! a gf!ethan x reader imagine based on the lines, “never was much of a romantic, i could never take the intimacy. and i know i did damage, cause the look in your eyes is killing me” from the song runaway by kayne west? (ignore that its a kayne west song i dont support his actions, and i do love taylor swift lolol) but its an angst where the reader and him are in like a complicated relationship where they both like each other but aren’t dating, and then the reader is their when he reveals himself in act 3? sorry if this request was long lol!! tysm 💖💖

hiii, i love your request and i love writing angst😫 i hope you enjoy it <3

hoax — ethan landry

word count: 1,686

pairing: gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n finds out the boy she loves is behind the killings, and thinks the love they had was a hoax.

warnings: angst. mention of death.

GROWING A LIKING TOWARDS Y/N HAD DEFINITELY NOT BEEN ON ETHAN LANDRY’S PLAN. He never even considered it a possibility, even though her dizzying smile and angelic laugh should’ve been enough warning signs. Ethan really thought it would be easy. Sure, Y/N was indeed super kind and funny—and she was lucky enough to have been out of Woodsboro during the murders, so the Kirsch family didn’t have a vendetta against her—, but the plan was the only thing on his mind so he never gave her a second thought outside of it.

Having juked the roommate lottery, he ended up sharing a dorm with Y/N, which meant spending most of his days with her as she was also his classmate. The plan was just to infiltrate the group through Y/N’s friendship. But her charm was inescapable, and soon enough Ethan’s eyes started to absentmindedly find her, his heart slowly began to pound faster whenever she was around, and his soul itched to maker her laugh, because he had grown addicted to that magical sound.

He didn’t have time to run, because he had fallen for her like an early spring snow—unexpectedly, shockingly but beautifully nonetheless. Y/N had swiftly entered his heart and mind to show him the romantic kind of love he had been missing his whole life.

No, they weren’t officially dating, but they both knew the feelings were reciprocated. They had difficult lives, and they couldn’t commit to a relationship yet. But neither of them minded that much, the mere presence of the other was enough. A simple etiquette wasn’t going to make any difference.

Ethan loved that Y/N wanted nothing from him, unlike his family—especially his dad, who forced him into a dark plan he never asked to be a part of. Ethan loved Richie, that was never in doubt, but he had it coming. His own decisions pushed him to his death. Was that the rest of the family’s destiny too? The thought of it paralysed Ethan, he didn’t want that to be his ending. He was just nineteen, he had a whole life ahead of him. But he also was terrified of hurting and disappointing his dad and sister, who were still a wreck after Richie’s death.

He had an internal war constantly going on inside his head and painted on his face. Y/N had noticed the anguish surrounding the boy for a couple of days now, and it worried her a lot.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” she finally asked one day, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind as Ethan washed the dishes.

Her touch was as calming as a lullaby, and it was the only thing that could make him forget about what was going on in his life. “Family issues” he admitted.

“Everything okay?”

He turned around to face her “It’s just… they expect more from me” his answer was vague, but Y/N would never push him to tell her something he wasn’t ready to share. “They want me to focus more on the family business, and at first I was okay with it, but now I’m not so sure that’s what I want for my life.”

“Did you tell them that?” she asked softly.

He shook his head “I don’t want to disappoint them. This business is really really important to them.”

“I can’t tell you what you do, but you do know it’s your life, right? And you shouldn’t let yourself be miserable to keep someone else happy. If they don’t respect your wishes, why should you?”

Ethan hugged her to his chest and wished with all his strength for a future like this—with no revenge plans, with no fear of disappointing anyone, with not having to lie to the person he loved the most in the world. A future with her on his arms, without having to be constantly worried of losing her.

He knew better, but just for a moment, he let himself believe that future was possible. It was a little hoax that allowed him to keep going.

Y/N FELT LIKE HER BODY WAS GOING TO COLLAPSE FROM TIREDNESS AT ANY SECOND. She was exhausted, scared and tired of running for her life. Tara, Sam and Y/N were now cornered by not one, not two but by three Ghostfaces. Her feet hurt almost as much as her soul—they had just lost Chad, and there were no signs of Ethan and Mindy.

“Just quit the drama and show yourselves for fuck sake” Y/N said in irritation.

Officer Bailey looked at her, showing him a smirk she didn’t like at all. It was evil, secretive, the smirk of someone who knew something crucial that she didn’t. “Oh, kid, this is about to get more dramatic. Especially for you.”

When Ethan felt a pat on his chest, he knew it was time. He took off the mask. He had imagined that scene countless times, wondering what Y/N’s face would look like once she knew the truth. Yet no image could have prepared him for the immense amount of pain he was felt when his eyes met hers.

Y/N stood frozen, but her eyes said it all. They spelt betrayal, astonishment and above all, sadness. A hoax, a sleigh of hand, that’s what their bond had been. It had meant everything to her, and was just an strategic move for him. Ethan could read every thought on her mind, and he wanted nothing more than to cradle her into his arms and sweep all those ideas from her mind.

It all happened in a blur—one second her gaze and mind were focused on Ethan and the next one she was being dragged away by him.

“No!” she tried to fight him, her feet tried to stay firm on the ground but his strength was unbeatable. “Ethan, please.”

“I’m moving you to a safe place” he explained in a calm voice. But she didn’t trust him anymore, so fear crept into her body. Was this how she was going to die? At the hands of the boy she loved? “Here.”

The closet was dimly lit and narrow, their bodies were almost pressed against the other. “Let me go.”

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter to them if you had nothing to do with Richie’s death. They are going to kill you, you need to stay here.” he explained desperately.

Y/N’s eyes went to the knife held in his right hand, then she looked down at the stitches on her stomach, and she swore she heard the way her heart shattered like glass. Had Ethan—the one who had kissed the wound better, the one who had held her hand as the nurse stitched her up, the one who whispered reassuring sweet words on her ear as she looked down terrified at all the blood she had lost—been the one who inflicted that very same wound on her?

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was wondering, so Ethan grabbed her by the cheeks as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. The terrified look on her eyes didn’t go past him, and it killed him. “No, baby. No. I swear, I didn’t do that to you. I would never hurt you.”

“Don’t call me baby! And don’t you get it? You already did.” her lower lip trembled. The guy who she had trusted with her body and soul, the one that felt like home to her, was the person whom she should’ve been running away from all along. “Was I just some pawn in your game?”

Ethan’s eyes widened “What?”

“Was I just some kind of Trojan’s horse? The girl you used to get inside the group?”

The brunet wanted to say no, but they both knew it would be a lie. “Only at first…” when Y/N hid her face in her hands to sob, he couldn’t help but bring her into his arms. The action destroyed her, because his arms were the place she used to shelter herself in whenever she felt sad. And despite the fact that he was now the one piercing her soul, his embrace still quieted her pain. “But I fell for you, for real, Y/N. I hate myself for bringing you into this mess, you don’t deserve it. You’re… you’re the one who made me feel happy again after everything that happened last year.”

“Fuck you, Ethan. I hate you.” she cried in his chest. Y/N wanted to pull away almost as much as she wanted to lock her arms around his frame forever.

“I know, I’m sorry” he whispered. “I have to go.”

“No. No, please. Don’t leave me here, stay with me.” the panic in her voice was heavy.

“I’m going to come back for you, I promise. Don’t leave unless I come back, okay?”

What if you don’t come back? was the question that lingered on that small room. There was a high chance that he might not see her again, and that this was the last time she would see him alive.

“If you’re not back within ten minutes, I’ll go find you. And you better be alive, Ethan Landry.” the boy smiled, and pressed a short kiss to her lips. “Please come back to me, okay? I love you, please don’t make me live a life without you.”

“I will, Y/N. And then we’ll go home, and cuddle and everything will be okay. I love you.”

But that night, Y/N walked back to the apartment alone, leaving a part of her back in that shrine. She arrived to the place that stopped being a home and became a house instead. She tucked herself to bed and closed her eyes waiting for warm arms to hug her waist, but they never came. Instead, she had to hug the pillow that smelled like citrus—his shampoo—and let the salt tears fall freely.

She’s got a lot to live without now, and she’s never going to meet what a future with Ethan could’ve been. The battle was over, but the worse was yet to come. Now, she had to learn how to be without Ethan.

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Abode

A Kayn (lol) x reader fanfic part 1 master list

Sitting on your couch with a glass of cold beer in your hand you stared mindlessly outside your window, you could see the light of the other apartments on and every once in a while a person or two could be seen. You took a long sip trying to calm the uneasy feeling in your chest. Man, you hated couples, the way they held hands even when it was hot outside, when they would kiss like they weren't in the middle of the sidewalk and you weren't running late to class, how they would hold each other in the cold and above all you hated your neighbors because they didn't even seem to realize that they lived on an apartment complex and you could hear them fucking every night. Yet another sip out of your beer and it no longer tasted bitter, it tasted like water and that angered you more, with a sigh you left the empty glass on the table next to you and tried your best to sink yourself in the hard couch. The frustration of everything on top of not being able to relax in the couch you spent your hard earned money on almost made you cry. Obviously all of that hate to couples came out of jealousy yet it wasn't like you could stop it, you knew how to yet there was no way to put an end to it, at this point there was only one answer as to why you were so lonely, right? You were obviously unlovable, because it didn't matter how hard you tried or how much you went out of your comfort zone there was no one out there for you.

—I wish someone would love me—you spoke pitifully while holding back a sob, your arm on top of your eyes the only thing keeping the tears in.

—Is that all you wish for?—said a voice in your head, you didn't know alcohol could make you hallucinate but it's not like you could think straight.

—Yeah—you whispered with the energy you had left.

You didn't even care when your mind suddenly fogged and your extremities became heavy as if they were under rocks, you could still hear the glass fall from your hand and break on the floor and while usually you would have cursed yourself this time you didn't care, you couldn't actually, your mind was too far gone.

Just as that voice and the fog it placed on your brain disappeared the uncomfortable feeling of having the air sucked out of your lungs choked you and allowed for your surroundings to change without you noticing. You didn't feel yourself sink into a good, high-end couch, couldn't hear the sound of your feet kicking the wooden floor and the previously chilling air no longer filled your lungs. Instead your aching, cold throat expanded with warm air, with it you could taste the slight taste of autumn and finally the sweet air you gasped for filled your lungs, it was only after a long while that you noticed the change of surroundings. You were inside a house, one filled with webs and dust, it looked like the house of a guy with rich parents you had gone to but this was obviously way more dirty, but before you could panic at the possibility of being in someone's house or getting chased by a homeless man you suddenly knew where you were, like when you wake up knowing that you are in your house.

—The Abode, uh? That's a nice name—you said, the name sounding as familiar as the street you lived on—let's see, what do I know?—you browsed in your mind for everything you had just learned.

Such place was outside of reality (or something like that) and as the owner of it you could do whatever, and i mean whatever, you wanted in there, from changing furniture with a snap of your fingers to becoming sort of a scarlet witch like omnipotent-reality bending—overpowered god. To digest everything you walked around a bit, eventually ending in the front door, you remember some info about it out of curiosity; "the door" as it was named, could get you anywhere in the world as long as there was another door on the other side, what world could you connect to? You asked yourself jokingly yet it wasn't the Earth, it was some place called Runeterra, ah yes. Of course you ended up in the universe of League of Legends, a game you only knew about because you obsessed over it just to get this one guy to like you, 'how nice to end up in such place' you thought sarcasticly.

Still, even if your current situation wasn't all that favorable it sure was nice to know you were that powerful but above everything there were a few "peasant matters" if you will, that stood out from any drawbacks as if they were highlighted with neon yellow. You didn't have to pay rent, you didn't have to pay for food, didn't need to study or work and the house was beautiful, although a bit dirty. This was paradise, there was no need to study heavy loads of texts and work long and soul sucking shifts only to spend that money on taxes and utilities instead of things you actually liked. Immediately you decided to test that power the Abode had told you about, you walked up to the door with nothing more than a mental picture of a beach just to get immediately linked to an abandoned shed's door.

Just in case you slowly opened it and there it was in all of it's glory; soft, white sand and blue water that almost mirrored the blue sky. A smile spread thru your lips as you walked towards the water and took a little swim on it, when was the last time you had gone on a vacation to the beach? Actually, when was the last time you went on a vacation? With how pacific the waters were and how you were sure you saw what was probably dolphins it took nothing less than for the sun to set and the air to get cold for you to leave those warm waters, you had never visited the Caribbean and probably never will but this was a thousand times better. You weren't even bothered by the sand that sticked to you, even if you didn't like sand because it coarse and rough and it got everywhere this one was alright.

Your tired legs from all of the swimming gave up when you sat under a tree, it has been years since you have felt this at peace, you could even come to terms with the fact you were in another world and probably would not see your family again for some time if not ever, but honestly, that just added to the benefits of this place. You just had to follow some few rules: don't leave the Abode, don't invite anyone to the Abode and most importantly don't get caught in the affairs of this world; just three rules to follow, easy enough, right? Perhaps you could have thought of more rules or add some sections to them but a loud thud made you stand up, that couldn't be a predator because it sounded like it just plopped down, but if that was the case what if whatever killed it was still around? You had just gotten to this paradise and you were already about to get killed, great.

Looking behind you, you saw what were presumably a pair of human legs, even if you were in another world you were still a med student and couldn't give up on someone, so with your entire body shaking in fear you still got close to the individual, however you didn't expect to see a guy you recognized so badly hurt, you rubbed your eyes just in case this was all a hallucination but unfortunately for you it wasn't, the champion that you hated the most in the game, Kayn, layed in the ground bleeding away.

—Okay, you trained for this—you reassured yourself, why did you have to find him out of everyone?

First you took off your shirt and ripped it in half and found a couple of sticks to make a tourniquet and hopefully stop the bleeding, next you had to get him to safety and lucky for him you were close to the Abode, unlucky for you he was the heaviest thing you had carried in your entire life and several times your legs almost gave out, on top of that, you had to carry his stupidly huge and heavy weapon, yet still you managed to get him inside where he no longer weighted anything so leaving him on the dining table was by far the easiest part of this whole ordeal. Now, making good use of your newly given abilities, you cleaned up the wound and the area around it with supplies that spawned in the table after you just imagined them..

—You haven't lost too much blood—you told him as if he could listen—you're lucky I found you, otherwise you would probably be dead—you kept on talking to him as you stitched him up and bandaged him—there you go, don't move or anything, alright?

Pulling out a chair from the table you sat next to Kayn waiting for him to wake up and every so often checking his pulse and the bandage in his torso which was surprisingly not bleeding, at all, still it wasn't like you would complain about it, you couldn't even imagine the pain in the ass it would be to clean off blood from the wooden table that would probably cost hundreds of thousands in your country. As you sat there with the classic robe that doctors used, looking but not acknowledging him Kayn started to wake up, the only thing making you remember of your patient was a pain filled groan escaping from his lips, you got up to receive him once he was conscious with the professional expression you used around the hospital you did your rounds at. Slowly he opened his eyes and once he got used to the light of the room he shot up to look around him until his eyes eventually focused on you.

—Before you—you got interrupted by a punch in your stomach, one that somehow didn't make you a donut—as I was saying—you took his surprise as an opportunity to explain yourself—before you try to kill me I just treated your wound, you wouldn't wanna kill a doctor, right? I'm pretty sure that's like a war crime or something—you took a good look at him and at the bandages that were still missing a single drop of blood, you must be so good at stitching—you do look like someone who likes to commit war crimes though.

—Who are you and where is Rhaast?—he asked as he searched frantically for the weapon, such thing was right next to him and of course he tried to cut your throat with it.

—Wow, I literally saved your life and this is the thanks I get?—before the edge got to you, you took two steps back—I just told you, I'm a doctor and, again, I just saved you from bleeding to death—you heard a demonic laughter after and chose to ignore it.

Technically speaking you weren't a doctor yet, you were like two finals away from it but it's not like anyone could judge you or search you up on the internet in a world you were transmigrated to. Kayn didn't seem to buy your story one bit so when he tried to stand and got dizzy you decided not to help him, he looked sort of pitiful like that, like he was one light breeze away from passing out since the only thing keeping him up was his weapon, which he grabbed onto for dear life, you gave a loud sigh and helped him sit on the chair you were previously on.

—I know I'm a stranger but I wouldn't take care of you if I wanted to hurt you—you tried to reason with him with the most caring voice you could come up with—stay here until you're completely healed and we'll never see each other again, ok?—he stared hard at you, trying to get a reaction from you but you already had too much experience with this kinds of patients, seeing how you didn't falter he stopped and nodded—great! Let me do a small check first. Now, if you would please keep your right eye open—you said while about to point a small flashlight at his eye, not sure whether to check the left eye too.

—What do you think you're doing?—he grabbed your wrist stopping you, still you flashed the light and watched as it reacted accordingly.

—I'm making sure you didn't suffer any head trauma.

—I did not hit my head—he retorted yet still followed your instructions.

—That you remember—you answered and gave a satisfied nod once you knew he was fine, once again hearing that demonic laughter—you're fine though, does it hurt anywhere?—he shook his head no—ok, just let me check for the laceration in your abdomen and I'll let you go.

Slowly and with great care you undid his bandaged while trying not to stare at his chest or abs too much, you didn't like him that much since Kayn was the main of a guy you tried to flirt with but ended up being rejected in favor of an e-girl that ended up being a man catfishing him for skins, still it was impossible to deny how attractive he was. Finally you could have an excuse to look at his abs but before that the stitches latching onto the band surprised you, here you had thought you had patched him up perfectly but no, it was a miracle how he wasn't bleeding to death, or maybe it wasn't so surprising since there was no trace of the wound, not even a scar. Alarmed, you checked with your hands for where the wound should be but there wasn't even a scar left, still not believing your eyes you stepped back, your professors always complimented your good work when treating people so you knew you were good, you just didn't know you where THAT good.

—As you said I am fine—he stood up, not even bothering to look at you as he started to walk again—let us not see each other again, healer.

You remained there, watching him walk away while holding on the table for support, did he do that or did you? Maybe, as he pointed out, you were a healer here? You stayed there, unmoving as you tried to digest what just happened and once you did the only emotion that filled you was frustration, normally you wouldn't get frustrated at people who didn't thank you but after everything he pulled on you a small "thank you" would have been appreciated.

—Whatever—you exclamated, finally moving towards the kitchen—all that matters is that he's okay and I'll never see him again.

[weirdmorefics]

Cause The Haters Gonna Hate- Carmy X Reader

Reader Pronouns- She/ Her

Word Count- 443

Summary- Richie is going to lose it on the reader who won't stop singing Taylor Swift but Carmy saves the day.

"I swear to god Y/n if you don't stop singing Taylor Swift I am gonna come back there and strangle you!" Richie shouts as I help Marcus frost the fresh donuts.

"Richie you are no fun I bet you like Kayne!" I shout back with the same attitude. I then proceed to sing cause the haters gonna hate hate hate.

"That's it Y/n I hear enough Taylor Swift for the whole universe thanks to my daughter. I don't need to hear it at work!" He shouts making his way to the back of house.

I continue to sing anyway just to irk him at this point. I point at him and sing in my insanely pitchy voice "Said I did something bad then why does it feel so good!"

Richie gets right in my face fuming knife in hand and I laugh so hard, "What are you going to do stab me over Taylor Swift cause that would be hilarious. Will you make sure they write? Here lies Y/n tragically killed for loving Taylor Swift too much." I gesture the placement of the words in the air with my hands. I tilt my head pout, "I do think it would be quite lengthy. What do you think?"

"Carmy! Deal with your girlfriend she is clinically insane!" Says annoyed running his hand over his head.

"Says the man who was screaming singing Love Story in his car the other day," Carmy laughs.

My jaw drops and I clap my hand over my mouth, "You're a Swiftie!! This is so great! I can't believe it!" Then I glare over at Carmy and point, "And you weren't going to tell me!"

"I thought I would keep it as leverage but my girlfriend needed saving from being stabbed," he shook his end.

"Yeah good for you shouting that in the kitchen because now I am going to stab you!" Richie shouts.

"Run Carmy! Run!" I shout.

Carmy rolls his eyes, "Enough, back to work everyone." he looks to me with those stupid puppy dog eyes, "And Y/n please limit the Taylor Swift."

I roll my eyes but defeatedly pout "Yes, chef."

Richie starts to leave back to front of house but not before saying " I win"

"Did you Richie because now the whole restaurant knows you sing Love Story loudly by yourself?" Carmy smirks.

"Shut up I'm not talking to you," Richie purposely bumps him as he walks by.

I victoriously stick my tongue out at him as he glares back at me.

"You both are so mature," Carmy sighs.

"I know," I bat my eyelashes as he chuckles and shakes his head.

[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .4

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: bar fight, meeting Rhaast, getting to know the crew, discovering the universe is ending...a normal Tuesday.

The entire bar freezes, and every patron and crew member stiffens as Kayn’s glare locks onto you. A familiar chill fills your heart. You're used to Kayn’s angry gaze, having seen them so many times before. But this is different; you could feel the anger seething from the ordinary as it radiated in a wave from his body. Your heart pounds in your chest as Kayn stares you down. He slowly walks over to you, his heels clicking aggressively as he stomps his way toward you. You can feel his anger and hostility as the rest of the crew slowly stand up and prepare themselves. "Kill them all; leave the templar alive," Kayn orders his army.

Instantly, Jinx hauls out her minigun and starts shooting up the bar, spraying a barrage of bullets that ricochet off the walls. Everyone else in the bar is ducking down and scrambling to get out of the crossfire while Yasuo grabs both you and Sona and tries running you both out the back exit. It's not a successful rescue as three of the locus armada soldiers block off your escape by firing their plasma guns that barely miss you.

You all halt in your tracks and look around panicked. Kayn is advancing towards your group, looking pissed off as ever. "I knew I should've killed you when I got the chance; you were working with the morning star all along! And to think you almost got away with fooling me!" Kayn sneers, standing before you. He winds back his scythe and brings it down on you, making a clashing sound as it is intercepted by Yasuo's blade. Both blades begin to tremble as the two struggle to break through each other.

Kayn lets out a growl, sparks fly, and the metallic sounds grate on your ears. He pushes forward with more force, pushing Yasuo back but losing his footing in the process. His eyes narrow in fury as a surge of ora bursts out from him, coursing through the blades, making them both pulse with energy. He charges forward to strike Yasuo's blade again, letting out a deafening shout as he launches himself at the captain. He quickly kicks Yasuo off of him with a burst of raw energy.

A smirk spreads across Kayn’s face as he quickly withdraws his scythe and swings it into Yasuo’s torso, sending him flying across the room. With the path cleared, Kayn quickly advances towards you as he draws his scythe once again "You will pay for your treachery (Y/N)!".

Before he can bring it down on your head, Jinx dives into its path and takes the hit for you. You see her get launched into the air and slam hard onto the ground "out of the way!". You watch in horror as she struggles to get back up. Kayn approaches and is about to bring his scythe down on her.

Like a bull, Malphite charges and slams his entire body into the ordinal at full force, knocking Kayn over. The giant rages with harsh, ragged breaths; his nostrils flare, and his teeth are bared. Malphite balls his hands into fists and threateningly pounds them together. Kayn looks at Malphite, determined to slice him down.

With absolute, calm, and cold efficiency. He swings the scythe down into Malphite's massive form without hesitation, cleaving a deep gash into the thick hide of his chest"The big ones always fall the hardest". Malphite lets out a painful yell and stomps his large feet to throw off the ordinal. Kayn stands his ground, waiting for a follow-up attack.

But Malphite is held back as a magic bolt of Ora attacks Kayn. It deals him damage, forcing him to stumble backward. You follow the source of the attack and see Sona now glaring at the ordinary as she floats above the ground, her robes swishing. She sends out another wave of ora, this time towards the morning star members, healing her wounded allies. Her eyes are focused and unnervingly calm.

She lets out a wave of celerity, and you feel yourself become light, like you were almost lifted off the ground. You dash forward into the turmoil of the fight. The agile boost of Sona's ability allows you to move with such speed and grace throughout the bar. Flying beams of concentrated plasma, bullets, and ora are whizzing by you as you dodge the attacks and crossfire between the morning star and the locus armada. You make your way towards Kayn, jumping up and then leaping off of a table to attack from above. Bringing your leg up to your chest, you swing your leg downward, cutting it between his trapezius, where his shoulder meets his neck.

You bring Kayn to the floor, onto his hands and knees. Drawing back your leg you swing it again to kick him in the head, Kayn's face twists up into an unsettling grimace as he struggles against the immense pain that you have dealt him. Blood spills from his mouth and nose, coating the area around him in a thick crimson sheen. You are readying to kick him again when Kayn moves to block your shin with the handle of his scythe, you come into contact with it swiftly and a sharp pain shoots up your leg. The force of your kick breaks through Kayns block, knocking the scythe from his hands which clatters to the ground away from the both of you.

There is the briefest of a silent pause as you and Kayn eye each other wildly, glancing back between yourself and the scythe a few feet away. You lunge forth but fall face first to the floor as Kayn's augmented mechanical arm grabs your ankle and drags you back, you flip yourself onto your back and use your free leg to kick at his grip on you. The two of you continue to struggle as you both attempt the other from reaching the scythe, around you the Locus armada is fighting against the morning star crew, Jinx is launching her array of weapons seamlessly switching from her minigun, rocket launcher, shock pistol, and snare grenades that look oddly like...Malphite?

Kayn and you continue to roll across the bar floor unbothered by the shell casings and shattered glass. Yasuo jumps over the both of you to sweep through a line of armada slicing them with his blade, Malphite attacks with his fists making claps of thunder shook the waves of armada with aftershocks while Sona hovers above it all supporting her teammates with her ora.

You get thrown back under Kayn as he rolls on top of you again, your hand goes to claw at his face and attempts to push him off of you but his strength rivals your own as the both of you tremble against the other's force. Kayn's strong hands grip you tightly, pinning you down to the floor below him as his body hovers just inches above you. His face remains calm and yet dangerous. He stares at you with cold, unforgiving eyes, seemingly unmoved by your attempts to escape his grasp. The room is chaotic, with gunfights and magic battles blazing all around you, but you and him seem somehow oblivious to it all.

With Kayn on top, you were given the perfect opportunity to gain the upper hand, without warning you thrust your knee. A sharp gasp escapes Kayn's lips as you land a direct hit on his most vulnerable of spots. He flinches and groans in pain, his body loosening for but a second. You can manage to slip free with some leverage and quickly place your feet on top of his shoulders to kick off him, sliding along the floor towards the scythe. He reaches out to regain his grip but it is too late, you are free and you got to his scythe first.

Before Kayn can lunge for you again Yasuo blocks him off with a wall of energy keeping you safe from the ordinary for now. You hurry to bend down and grab the scythe.

The chaos around you suddenly drowns out, the screams and gunfire become muffled and your ears begin to ring before it all goes silent. You watch as the world around you slows down, bullets hang in mid-air, and flashes of plasma halt in their trajectory. Then everything goes black. Like being suddenly sucked into an endless void, You feel like you are sinking, dread sits heavy in your stomach and your heart thrums in your ears. Within the Darkness that swallows you a dark chuckle rumbles.

The grip you have on the scythe tightens as you hold it out defensively, spinning around trying to see through the black shroud. "Show yourself" You demand still struggling to make out a single thing. The sinister voice only responds with more laughing, you grit your teeth and lash out at the darkness, spinning out the scythe and slashing at the air, leaving iridescent light trails that follow the blade's motion. It's oddly beautiful, yet you can't admire that as your heart trembles in the clutches of fear.

Whispers swirl in your mind, hushed and sinister, fogging up your own thoughts, drowning you in a sea of darkness as deep and void as the expanse that swallowed you. Your hands feel warm and pull your attention towards that sensation, your eyes glance to the blade of the scythe and then to the ora at its center. The mass of gold essence ripples and warps, it's mesmerizing.

"How interesting, you have not gone insane. That's a first" Comes a voice, one that reverberates through your body. "Come out you coward" You respond continuing to spin around keeping an eye out for anything that moves in the shadows. The voice only cackles. "I think you misunderstand. I am already before you...within your grasp"

Once again your eyes tail back to the scythe in your hands "Yeeeeesss..." that guttural tone growls. Feeling uneasy about this new revelation you cautiously ask.

"Who are you?"

You hear a name, breathed out like a sigh. One that sounded as mysterious and foreboding as the scythe you held.

"Rhaast"

Frowning, you remember hearing it. Back when you were aboard the Fractal Shear mother ship. When Kayn mentioned that name. Only you assumed he said "Rust".

The voice cackles in your head "Ah, I can see your little mind connecting the dots. How adorable."

Confused even further, you ask the scythe. "What are you?"

"Why I am the very voice of the ubiquitous organic you call 'Ora'". You scoff and roll your eyes.

"I'm calling bullshit on that".

"Your disbelief, or rather your skepticism, is quite endearing. But I am very much real. I am the very manifestation of power. I am the essence of everything that is, and of everything that will ever be."

Your brow quirks up, still doubtful of the scythes words. "Oh? if that's so, what may the consciousness of Ora itself be doing in a scythe of all places?" You shift your grip on the scythe. "Where did you come from? What do you want?"

Another chuckle rumbles through the scythe as the ora at its center warps and flickers, resembling an eyeball that rolls over to glance at you. "Your feeble mind couldn't comprehend it if you tried". There is a pause before Rhaast speaks again.

"I call out to many. To seek someone worthy."

"Worthy? Worthy of what?"

Before you can receive a response you suddenly feel a force yank at Rhaast, the movement jerking you forth. Immediately the illusion evaporates and you are thrown back into the bar, into the fight between yourself and the locus armada. As you come to, you see Kayn is now inches in front of you. The Scyth-Rhaast is now back in his possession.

His blue eye locks with yours in an intense glare, studying your features for any information. He knows that you know. After being trapped in a trance of staring each other down, Jinx interrupts by ruthlessly slamming the back of Kayn's head with her minigun, taken by surprise Kayn staggers forth which you avoid by sidestepping the Ordinal.

Yasuo's hands clap onto your shoulder, gripping on before tugging you forcefully to run. You can see Malphite grab Jinx and throw her onto his back which she stands on by holding onto one of his dorsal spines. Sona hovers in the middle of your group casting another celerity spell aiding in your chase out of the bar.

The five of you crash out of the back exit onto a derelict alleyway the sound of the fight inside pouring out with you. Jinx is whooping from excitement while Yasuo urges your group to keep running. "Go! Go! GO!"

Behind you as you run is the chasing fleet of the leftover armada with Kayn leading the front. He pursues your group, determined as he pushes his muscular body to close the space between you with each powerful stride.

Jinx, while perched on Malphite's back, fires at Kayn and his army. Some managed to hit the locus armada, picking them off so they fall and trip up their comrades. Yet, no matter how many times she blasted pow-pow or, fishbones, Kayn always dodged each one, flexing his body to twist and roll to avoid each shot. "So cool" murmurs Jinx with a slight blush on her cheeks while she continues to fire at Kayn.

You continue to sprint through the streets of Buildporter, towards the main docking station for ships. The poor space lizard on Yasuo's shoulder bounces violently, its large head bobbing with each stride the space pirate takes. There are many ships ported here, including the unnecessarily large mother ship of Kayns Locus armada, you continue to run past these spaceships further and further from the central area of the port. Looks like Jinx landed their ship somewhere a bit more discreet.

Finally, you rapidly approach what you assume is the morning star, it too is a rather large jasmine yellow and turquoise ship. Yasuo hurries you and the others onboard taking the position at the command center while Jinx throws herself into the pilot's seat, engaging the thrusters onto full blast. You press yourself against the orange windows peaking down onto the port below where you can make out the tiny figures of Kayn and the armada closing in on your ship quickly shrinking smaller as the morning star takes off out of orbit. A faint whisper echoes in your head as you leave "We'll talk later"

And that's how you ended up running away with the Morning Star. Sighing in relief you relax a little seated next to Sona who quietly watches you. You take a moment to look around the interior of the room, the walls were decorated with an abundance of fairy light strings that draped over various bottles mounted on the wall with tiny ships inside along with varying sizes of framed photos, it was made to look cozy and personalised to the team. Yasuo, Jinx and Malphite eventually join you on the red circular couch.

"You guys have a really nice ship" you admire. Earning a smug smirk from Yasuo. "Thanks! We stole it ourselves!" Jinx chimes in. Sona shakes her head in disappointment. Jinx excitedly recounts the story of how everyone met.

As it turns out Yasuo was once a premiere body guard for celebrities and imperial dignities, living a life of luxury among the superstructures and gleaming lights of the largest metropolis in the coreworlds-

"I was, and still am a Talented, Handsome man also" Yasuo's says, butting in which made you roll your eyes.

Jinx used to work for a deep space mining operation, unsurprisingly her destructive tendencies got her fired after somehow managing to crack the asteroid she was on by herself ultimately ending with herself getting fired.

As it turns out, the giant blue alien Malphite has a heart of gold (and a bit of a temper problem). He and Jinx worked together in the same team at a mining operation, Jinx was the explosives technician and Malphite oversaw their drilling team. You assumed Malphite didn't speak, up till now all you had seen him do was perk up for a fight and happily munching on a 64 pack of horse chicken nuggets and chaos zone sauce.

However Malphite does in fact speak, in short simple and slow sentences but he can speak it none the less. You feel a little guilty and ashamed for assuming he couldn't because he reminded you of a gorilla. Sure he wasn't a Winston in terms of communication but he surely was impressive in other ways.

Before working in the mines, Malphites dream was to be an internal medic. But medical school was expensive, so he worked hard both as a miner and as a pit boss of the fighting rings held afterwork to save half his pay checks towards that.

Unfortunately after meeting Jinx, Malphite would use all of his earnings to replace the equipment she constantly destroyed. He didn't mind though because the two of them had developed a deep friendship and were the bestest of buddies.

Yasuo took over the story telling again to explain one day he was framed for the murder of his brother, and after being of the run for so long Demaxian enforcers and rogue agents alike finally closed in on him. So that's when he picked up a couple of down-and-out lunatics at a local bar, hijacked a ship, and ran.

They've been on the run ever since with Sona recently joining their rag tag crew, apparently she sought out Yasuo directly hoping to avert an unknown disaster that will destroy all of creation.

You interject. "Wait what? The universe is ending?"

Part five: is here!

[spicy-picklez]

how about a Miranda one shot where her and reader have to go undercover as a couple but Miranda is a bit awkward/nervous because she has a crush on reader but also has never kissed a girl? And to make it more believable, they have to all touchy so reader guides Miranda on what to do? I feel like smut should happen but totally up to you and what you would be willing to do.

Hey Anon!

Of course you can, it was super fun to write. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

- Picklez

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Belle of the Ball

Includes:

18+! Cunnilingus, scissoring, fingering, praise kink, marking kink.

Characters:

Softdom!detective!reader x sub!constable!miranda

Summary:

After completing a successful sting operation undercover at a charity ball with Miranda, Y/N gives her enticing blonde coworker a ride home. Many things are admitted and the night quickly escalates.

Word Count:

3k

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A/N: I am so sorry to everyone for taking so long to post nowadays. Life really isn't liking me at the moment so I'm struggling to find the time to write.

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"Put your right hand on my shoulder." Miranda's gorgeous sapphire eyes widen at your words. "I'm sorry-?" She chokes, standing in front of you as a fresh wave of nervousness crashes over her. A soft chuckle escapes you before you grab her hand, guiding it over your arm to gently rest on your shoulder. Resting your arm under hers, you reach under her arm to splay your hand over her shoulder blade as your free hands intertwine. The touch of your skin against hers sends electricity down your spine, a hot desire burning in your core as it does.

When your boss, Adrian, had assigned the two of you to a case together, never did you think that you'd end up here. Your main suspect, Stella Cortez runs a charity ball every year and both you and Miranda were attending in hopes of asking her a few questions. 16 year old, Scotty Denzel, was found washed up on the beach two days ago and the two of you had been quick to find a lead. Stella owns a dance studio in which Scotty used to attend but turns out he'd been drastically lagging behind in his payments and the two of them would often be seen fighting behind the theatre.

Truth be told however, you have been horribly distracted all night. Ever since you lay eyes on Miranda tonight, her body draped in an elegant light blue ballgown, your thoughts have been nothing but pure. You'd always had an attraction to the blonde Constable but the sight of her in a ballgown, so innocent and pure, unleashed many desires inside you.

"The waltz is a simple repetitive dance, right foot back, left foot back, bring your right foot to your left, forward with your left, forward with your right and then finally bring your left foot to your right and repeat." You say, gently leading Miranda through each step as you explain her movements. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she concentrates on not standing on you. A grin pulls at your lips as she gets into the flow of it, letting you lead her around the room. Winding between the other dancing pairs, you spot Stella and her partner Kayn performing an elaborate sequence of waltz manoeuvres.

Miranda's eyes finally lift from her feet as the two of you waltz closer and closer to your suspect. Smiles pull at both of your faces as the two of you get lost in each other's eyes. "Where on earth did you learn to dance?" She grins, joy lighting up her features. "I grew up rather wealthy, my parents have always been big on charity events and enrolled me in ballroom dancing lessons for 14 years. I started when I was 4 and the moment I turned 18, I left and never went back. But clearly some things just stay with you." You reply, using your left hand to spin her away from you before pulling her back to repeat the box step as she squeals at the unexpected move.

While many coworkers found Miranda's bubbly personality obnoxious and overbearing, you had been nothing but intrigued by it. On this case alone, the two of you had shared many interesting conversations. The amount of energy the beautiful woman exerts, has only energised you, willing you to work more diligently. Despite not being at the precinct long, it's been obvious that no one respected her. Whether it's because of her personality or her appearance, she has always been used as a scapegoat for other detectives' anger. But you had never once had anything bad to say about her, she always made work that much more enjoyable and the way your heart skips a beat when you're around her is an intoxicating feeling.

An excited laugh escapes her as you begin to lead her through more and more advanced manoeuvres until the two of you end up dancing next to Stella. "Stella Cortez?" You ask, holding up your police badge as the middle-aged woman turns to look at the two of you. Her face drops at the sight of the badge and she instantly picks up the hem of her dress, turning on her heels to sprint away. Hitching your dress up, you are quick to pursue her as Miranda follows not far behind. "Stupid heels!" Can be heard from your blonde coworker followed by two heavy bangs, no doubtedly from her kicking her shoes off.

Tensing your shoulder, you barge through the crowd of people, knocking most of them over as you do. "Sorry! Sydney police!" You call over your shoulder, eyes still locked on the brunette dashing around the corner in front of you. Quickly catching up to her, you leap, throwing your arms around her waist as you tackle her to the ground. Your legs are on either side of her hips, holding her in place as Miranda comes around the corner, gasping for breath. Ripping off a part of your dress, you hurriedly bind her wrists with the fabric.

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You can't help the smile pulling at your lips as you walk back to your desk. Stella had confessed to everything, she hadn't meant for Scotty to die. One of their arguments about his missed payments got out of hand and she broke a chair over his head. Little did she know, he had suffered a traumatic head injury a few years ago and had lasting brain damage so the impact of the chair killed him. She hurriedly drove him to a cliff overlooking the ocean and dumped him off. She thought she had gotten away with it until the newspapers were flooded with news of a dead body on the beach.

Grabbing your raincoat from the back of your chair, you pull it over your shoulders as you exit the precinct. The cool night air hits your face as you walk across the darkened carpark. As you reach into your pocket for your keys, you see a tall blonde woman in police uniform walking hunched over in the rain along the dimly lit sidewalk. "Miranda!" You call out and she instantly turns around. A relieved grin pulls at her lips as she sees you calling her over to you. "Get in, I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you." She breathes, quickly shutting the door to your car as she gets in. Turning your keys in the ignition, you grin. "Thought you'd rather not walk in the rain." Miranda hurriedly nods as you reverse your car out of the park. "So, ballroom dancing? Does the gorgeous Detective Y/N have any other hidden talents?" She grins, fondly digging her arm into your side as you chuckle.

"Well what were you thinking?" You respond as she laughs, shaking her head. "I don't know, but you know how to ballroom dance and you seem to have perfected the art of running away from the balls in heels, so undercover spy?" The two of you can barely contain your laughter, tears forming in Miranda's eyes as she doubles over in her seat, holding her stomach. Gasping for air, you finally manage to regain your composure, shaking your head no to her question as you grin.

"Nothing like that, as I previously mentioned my parents were big on charity events. As a child they forced me to be someone I'm not. I wanted to be outside, having fun, playing games on the backfield with the boys at school. We had very different ideas on how I should act. They wanted a perfect princess, always putting me in glamorous dresses and makeup, making me learn ballroom dancing and to be the perfect lady. After a few years, I started rebelling. Every event we went to, I ran away from. I'd meet up with the boys from school and we'd go cause havoc, and I'd look absolutely ridiculous. A young female in a fancy ballgown and makeup with matching gloves running through town with some scruffy young boys chucking mud at the houses, breaking windows and trashing mailboxes. It was definitely a sight."

Both of you had fallen back into laughter by the time you finished talking. Joy lighting up Miranda's face as she grins, her eyes are focused on you. A warm feeling fills her body as she watches you driving, a smile pulling across your face. Flicking your eyes over to her, you catch her eye, giving her a cheeky smile before returning your eyes to the road. Her eyes, however, don't leave you as they trail down your body with a foreign warm emotion coursing through her veins.

The two of you emerge into many more bouts of laughter during the car ride, talking about many fond childhood memories. It isn't long before you pull into her apartment complex parking lot and the car is filled with a gentle silence. Reaching for the handbrake, your skin tingles with desire as your hand brushes over hers. The two of you intake a breath, catching each other's eyes. Darting your gaze down to her lips, you look back at her gorgeous blue eyes. Your thumb brushes over the back of her hand as you lean in. She pauses, embarrassment flooding over her cheeks at her next words. "I- I actually haven't kissed a girl before."

Reading her facial expression, your hand gently squeezes hers. "It's okay, if you're not comfortable, I can stop. I don't want to do anything that you're not sure about." She quickly shakes her head, squeezing your hand back. "I want to… I just don't want to be reading the wrong messages." You give her a comforting smile upon hearing this. "I like you Miranda. I would be honoured to be your first female kiss. You're not reading anything wrong." This was all it took for her to close the gap between the two of you.

The feeling when your lips touch is unlike anything you've ever felt before. A hot desire fills your body as chills fall over your skin, a deep hunger awakening inside you. Her free hand runs over your side as the kiss deepens. "I like you too." She murmurs and you grin against her lips as she pulls you closer. Brushing your teeth gently over her lower lip, you bring it into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her. Your core burns at the sound, the single noise fueling the desire for more as her hands desperately grasp at your waist. "Did you want to take this inside?" You ask, gasping for air as the kiss finally parts. A frantic nod escapes her as the two hurriedly grab your things and exit the car. Her hand grasps yours as the two of your hearts race, desperately needing to feel each other's skin against your own.

The minute the elevator doors closed, your back hits the wall, her hands cupping your face as you two continue your passionate kiss. Your hands desperately grasping for hips, you pull her body closer to you as a lustful moan escapes both of your lips. A sharp ding fills the elevator and your hands intertwine again as the two of you race to her apartment. Grabbing her keys, she quickly unlocks her door with shaking hands. Shutting the door behind you, the two of you grab for each other as your lips reconnect. She hurriedly guides you back, the two of you blindly stumbling into her bedroom as she pushes you back onto her bed, standing in between your legs. Both of you are heavily breathing as your hands quickly unbutton her light blue uniform shirt. She quickly shakes it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra perfectly cupping her breasts.

Pausing, you flick your eyes up to hers. "Are you sure?" You ask, gasping for air. She nods. "Couldn't be more sure." Her hands desperately tug at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head as you sit up, grinning. You make quick work of unbuckling her belt and her pants are discarded on the floor as your lips trail over her lower stomach. Her breath hitches as your hands gently trail over her inner thighs, still peppering her abdomen with kisses. Lying down on the bed, you pull her down with you, quickly rolling on top of her. Your hands grab her wrists, gently holding them down as you straddle her lap. "You're so gorgeous, baby." You murmur, attaching your lips to her collarbone. A soft whimper escapes her as you gently bite down on her sensitive skin, running your tongue over the small teeth indents. A deep maroon spreads over her pale skin as you suck the skin into your mouth, eliciting a moan from her.

The sight of her, a desperate mess beneath you, makes your arousal drip down your thigh, a deep desire burning in your core. Trailing your lips down her collarbone, you swiftly unclip her bra before running your tongue over her nipples. Her back arches at the sensation, a pleasured whimper escaping her. "God, you sound so heavenly moaning for me. Tell me darling, what do you want?" You murmur, gently grazing your teeth over her now hardened mounds. A gasp escapes her as she responds. "I-I want you to touch me please." She mumbles shyly. Pressing your lips to hers you smile before lightly dragging your mouth down her skin. "Good girl."

Positioning yourself in between her legs, you gently graze her skin as you grab the waistline of her underwear between your teeth. They join the ever growing pile of clothes on her floor as you pepper kisses up her inner thigh. Her hands entangle themselves in your hair as you work closer and closer to her heat. The sight of her wet cunt makes your own arousal continue to drip down your thigh. A moan escapes the both of you as you dart your tongue out to taste her. "You taste amazing darling." You say as you suck her clit into your mouth, making her back arch off the bed as you do.

The sounds leaving Miranda's lips are divine, you take great pride in knowing you have this effect on her. Flicking your eyes up her body, your core burns as you see her face displaying nothing but pleasure, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Her bare chest rises and falls with each breath, her stomach pulled tight as her legs stretch out over your shoulders.

Your name falls off her lips as you run your fingers over her soaked entrance, letting her arousal run down your digits. "Fuck, Y/N please." She gasps as your tongue lazily trails circles around her clit, teasing her as you insert your fingers inside her before withdrawing them. A smile grows on your face as you watch her back arch, slipping two fingers deep inside her. Curling them up, you apply pressure to her sweet spot as your tongue picks up pace, flicking over her sensitive mound. A string of moans escapes her as you begin to slowly pump your fingers into her sweet spot. "More, please, I need you to fuck me harder." Her hips grind over your hand as she says this.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you?" You grin as she desperately nods. How could you deny her request? Your fingers increase their speed, her legs beginning to shake on your shoulders. "You're doing so well for me, darling." You murmur, the vibrations of your voice over her sensitive mound are enough to send her over the edge. "Fuck, I-." She didn't have enough time to finish her sentence before her body contorted with pleasure. A wave of euphoria crashing over her as your name escapes her in a string of moans. You slow down your pace, helping her ride out her high as her breathing becomes heavier. Crawling back up her body, her fingers shakily unhook your bra before she discards your pants and underwear. Your lips crash together, both of you moaning out in pleasure as you grind your hips over hers.

Helping her sit up, you lift your leg over hers as you pull her closer. Aligning your soaking cunts, she brings her lips to yours as you begin to grind your clit on hers. One hand on your lower back, her other one pushes the back of your head closer as your arms tightly wrap around her waist. The sound of your arousal mixing with hers is sinful, filling the room along with your moans. "Fuck, you feel so good." You groan, grinding harder against her as you gently nip her neck with your teeth. A coil tightens in your core and you know it won't take you long to finish. By the sounds elicited from her, you can tell she's close again.

Feeling her legs shake around you and more arousal leak from her is all you need before euphoria rushes through your veins. Your head rushes with dizziness as your bodies twitch uncontrollably, pulling each other close. The two of you gasp for air as you come down from your highs. Gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair from her face, you tenderly run your lips over hers, a smile on both of your lips. "Are you ok darling? It wasn't too much?" You murmur as she shakes her head.

"It was perfect." She mumbles as she pulls you down onto the bed with her, wrapping her arms around you. You bring your lips to hers, giving her a gentle kiss as the moonlight falls over your faces. The two of you quickly let your exhaustion overtake you. Feeling her breathing even out, you smile at the sight of her gorgeous blonde hair falling gently over her cheek. Placing your lips on her forehead, you relax into her embrace, quickly falling asleep not long after.

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[duckchu]

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

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

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

You working late

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

And music

Kayn

Thinks you're cool

Enjoys sitting with you late at night while you code

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

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

Enjoys bothering you when you compose

He's silly like that

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

Yone

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

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

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

Finds it really cute

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

Loves working with you

Aphelios

You stay up all night working?

Cool, he is too

Unless he notices you're tired

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

It makes you fall asleep in seconds

Let him play test pleaseee

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

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

Found you put his mask in the game as a cosmetic

Melted on the spot

Sometimes will give you songs as gifts

So you can put them in the game

Loves hearing them if you decide to use them

Ezreal

He's such a bitch if you overwork yourself

Will try to direct your attention to him at all cost

-Y/N, I'm boreeed -

Please keep on torturing this little shit with lack of attention

He deserves it

But also

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

As for the music?

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

Sett

You're overworking yourself?

No, you're not.

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

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

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

Gave you a big hug

He thinks it's really cute

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

You scrap something?

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

Don't tell anyone else tho

He'll get embarrassed

K'Sante

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

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

Will usually chill in your room and design while you work

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

But he trusts you, so why not

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

Loves it and thinks that it looks good even when pixelated

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

It usually turns into fan favourite soundtracks

So you don't mind his suggestions