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𝐴 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

A/N: Here she is, the final part to the ‘I Love You, I’m Sorry’ series. As sad as I am to let this series go (since it helped me grow so much on here) I’m excited to write many more stories for all my lovelies to enjoy. So without further ado I present to you: A Legacy of Light.

Word Count: 4.6k

TW: Nothing major, reader does get sad remembering Vi but that’s about it!

Reader is a female!

Remember to hydrate and eat plenty of food. You are loved! ❤️

The decision to leave Piltover and Zaun had been brewing for months, but it was only on the coldest, quietest night of the year that you finally acted on it. The city of Piltover was never truly silent, yet in those final moments, as you packed the last of your belongings into a weathered suitcase, the world felt muffled—as if the city itself understood the gravity of your departure.

You didn’t look back as you walked through the cobbled streets, the towering spires and glimmering lights fading behind you. Vi’s voice, Caitlyn’s sharp gaze, the smoky air of Zaun’s undercity—they all blurred together into a single chapter of your life that you were now determined to close. You needed a fresh start, a place untainted by memories of what could have been.

Demacia became that beacon of possibility. You’d heard tales of its golden fields, unyielding laws, and steadfast people. It was a city that promised order, safety, and clarity—everything your life had lacked since you had met her.

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The journey to Demacia was long and grueling. The air grew crisper with each passing mile, the lush forests and rolling hills standing in stark contrast to the industrial sprawl you’d left behind. As your carriage creaked along the winding road, you stared out the window, trying to imagine what awaited you. Would it be a new life? A second chance? Or just another city with its own brand of heartbreak?

The driver—a grizzled man who had introduced himself as Loryn—occasionally glanced back at you, his weathered face marked by curiosity. “First time heading to Demacia?” he asked, his tone warm but cautious.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. Loryn took your silence in stride, continuing his story without prompting. “It’s a good place, you know. Not perfect, but no place is. They’ve got rules for everything, though. Some folks don’t like that, but me? I think rules keep us honest.”

Rules. Honesty. Those words hung heavy in your mind. Piltover had its own rules, but they had been written to favor those at the top. Zaun, on the other hand, thrived in chaos. Could Demacia truly be different?

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By the time you arrived at the city gates, the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the white stone walls that towered above you. Guards clad in silver armor stood at attention, their faces stern but not unkind. The emblem of a soaring eagle—the symbol of Demacia—was etched into their chest plates, a reminder of the city’s values: justice, loyalty, and strength.

“State your business,” one of the guards said as Loryn brought the carriage to a halt.

You hesitated, your words catching in your throat. What was your business here? To start over? To forget? To find something—or someone—that made sense of the mess you’d left behind?

“I… I’m looking for a new home,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the tumult inside.

The guard studied you for a moment, then nodded. “Welcome to Demacia. Obey the laws, and you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

With that, the gates creaked open, revealing the city beyond. Your breath caught as you took in the sight: wide streets paved with pristine stone, towering buildings of marble and glass, and people moving with purpose and poise. Children laughed as they chased one another through the plazas, and merchants called out cheerfully to passersby. For a moment, it felt as though you’d stepped into a dream.

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Your first days in Demacia were a blur of new sights and sensations. You rented a modest room above a bakery, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through your window each morning. The city was both familiar and alien, its structure orderly yet alive with an undercurrent of quiet determination. People here spoke with a kind of confidence you hadn’t heard in Piltover or Zaun—not the sharp-edged ambition of the former or the desperate defiance of the latter, but something steady, grounded.

It didn’t take long for you to notice how different you felt here. In Piltover, you’d always been one step behind, trying to navigate its shifting alliances and hidden agendas. In Zaun, you’d been swallowed by its chaos, struggling to hold onto any semblance of stability. But in Demacia, there was a clarity that had eluded you for so long. Here, people followed rules not out of fear, but out of respect for the order those rules provided.

Still, the adjustment wasn’t easy. You found yourself haunted by memories of Vi, her laughter echoing in your mind when the nights grew too quiet. You’d catch glimpses of pink hair in a crowded market or hear a voice that sounded just like hers, and for a fleeting moment, hope would flare in your chest before reality doused it once more.

“Let her go,” you whispered to yourself one night as you sat by the window, watching the city lights twinkle like stars. But the words felt hollow, a mantra you repeated without truly believing.

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It was a chance encounter that began to shift things for you. One afternoon, as you wandered through a bustling market square, a young woman with golden hair and piercing blue eyes nearly collided with you, her arms full of books.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly kneeling to gather the scattered volumes.

“It’s fine,” you said, bending down to help her. As you handed her a particularly heavy tome, your eyes met, and something about her gaze struck you. It was warm, but there was a spark of curiosity there, as if she saw something in you that you didn’t yet see in yourself.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, her tone more intrigued than accusatory.

You shook your head. “Just arrived a few days ago. Still finding my way.”

She smiled, and it was like sunlight breaking through the clouds. “Welcome, then. I’m Luxanna Crownguard.”

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Luxanna became your first true friend in Demacia. As a member of the prominent Crownguard family, she carried herself with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. Yet beneath her polished exterior was a kindness and curiosity that put you at ease. She listened without judgment as you recounted pieces of your past, and she shared stories of her own—a mix of duty and rebellion, of light and shadow.

“I know what it’s like to feel out of place,” she admitted one evening as the two of you sat by a fountain in the city square. “Demacia can be… rigid. But it can also be beautiful, if you know where to look.”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure you’d found that beauty just yet.

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As the weeks turned into months, Luxanna became your guide, both to the city and to yourself. She introduced you to the subtle intricacies of Demacian life—the unspoken rules that governed its people, the moments of joy hidden between its rigid laws. With her help, you began to navigate this new world, not as an outsider but as someone who belonged.

Lux had a way of finding light even in the darkest corners. One day, she took you to a meadow just outside the city, where wildflowers swayed in the breeze and the golden sunlight bathed everything in warmth.

“This is my favorite place,” she said, her voice soft but sure. “When the world feels too heavy, I come here. It reminds me that no matter how much we try to control everything, life has a way of growing wild and free.”

You looked at her then, truly looked at her, and saw the duality she carried. On the surface, she was every inch the perfect Demacian noble—poised, disciplined, a paragon of light. But beneath that, there was a spark of defiance, a yearning for something more.

“Thank you,” you said, the words heavy with meaning. For the first time, you felt as though you’d found a kindred spirit—someone who understood the weight of expectations and the courage it took to defy them.

Lux smiled, her golden hair catching the sunlight. “For what?”

“For being you.”

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Your life in Demacia began to take shape. By day, you continued your work as a scribe in the city’s archives, your hands stained with ink as you meticulously cataloged the history of a land you were just beginning to understand. By night, you found yourself drawn into Lux’s orbit, whether it was quiet conversations by the fountain or spirited debates about the world beyond Demacia’s walls.

Lux’s curiosity was infectious. She asked questions that forced you to think, to confront the pieces of yourself you’d tried to leave behind. And slowly, you began to share more—not just about Piltover and Zaun, but about Vi and the life you’d built together. The pain was still there, but it no longer consumed you. Instead, it became a part of the story you were telling, a thread woven into the tapestry of who you were.

“I think Vi would’ve liked you,” you said one evening as the two of you walked along the city’s outer wall, the stars shimmering overhead. “She had this… fire about her. She made you believe anything was possible.”

Lux tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “She sounds incredible. But you know, you don’t have to let go of her to move forward. The people we’ve loved—they shape us. They stay with us in ways we don’t always realize.”

Her words stayed with you long after you parted ways that night. For the first time, you began to see your past not as a burden but as a foundation—something to build upon rather than escape from.

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One day, while sorting through the archives, you stumbled upon a collection of old journals belonging to a Demacian explorer who had ventured beyond the city’s borders centuries ago. The journals were filled with sketches of far-off lands, detailed maps, and reflections on the world outside Demacia’s walls.

You found yourself captivated by the explorer’s words, their yearning for discovery mirroring your own. Inspired, you began to sketch out your own map—not of geography, but of your journey. You drew Piltover’s towering spires, Zaun’s labyrinthine undercity, and Demacia’s golden fields. Each place was a chapter, a marker of where you’d been and where you were headed.

When Lux saw the map, her eyes lit up. “This is incredible,” she said, tracing her fingers over the lines. “You’re telling a story—not just with words, but with places.”

“It’s not finished yet,” you said, suddenly self-conscious.

“Neither are you,” she replied with a smile. “And that’s the beauty of it.”

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As the seasons changed, so did your bond with Lux. What had started as friendship deepened into something more—an unspoken connection that defied words. There were moments when her hand would brush yours, or her laughter would fill the air, and you’d feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

But there was also a hesitance, a fear of what it might mean to let someone in again. You’d been burned before, and the scars were still fresh. Lux seemed to sense this, never pushing, always giving you the space to heal at your own pace.

One evening, as you sat together on the steps of the palace courtyard, she turned to you, her blue eyes searching. “Do you ever think about what’s next? Where your journey will take you?”

You hesitated, the question both simple and profound. “I don’t know. For so long, I was running—from Piltover, from Zaun, from myself. But now… I think I’m ready to stop running.”

Lux smiled, her expression equal parts relief and joy. “Then maybe it’s time to start building.”

Building wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. You began to take more risks, to push yourself beyond the safety of routine. You joined Lux in her efforts to bridge the gaps within Demacia, helping her bring stories and music to the people. Together, you found ways to celebrate the diversity of the city, to show its people that unity didn’t have to mean uniformity.

There were challenges, of course. Demacia’s laws were strict, and not everyone appreciated Lux’s unconventional approach. But she faced each obstacle with a quiet strength that inspired you. And when doubts crept in, you reminded her of her own words: “You’re not finished yet.”

Neither were you.

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The first time you kissed Lux, it was beneath the same stars you’d gazed at so many nights before. The city lay quiet around you, the air crisp with the promise of winter. It wasn’t planned or dramatic—just a simple moment of connection, a spark that had been waiting to ignite.

As your lips parted, she rested her forehead against yours, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was starting to wonder if you’d ever stop running.”

You smiled, the weight of the past finally lifting. “I think I’ve found what I was looking for.”

In the end, your journey wasn’t about leaving Piltover or finding Demacia. It was about finding yourself—about realizing that the person you’d been searching for had been there all along. With Lux by your side, you began to dream again, to imagine a future full of possibility and light.

And for the first time in a long while, you weren’t afraid of what came next.

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The kiss lingered in your mind, replaying in fragments that felt like they were etched into the very fabric of your soul. Lux had a way of making the simplest moments monumental. Her golden hair shimmered in the starlight that night, and the warmth of her hand in yours was more grounding than any words could be. That single moment marked a turning point in your life, a quiet affirmation that you were no longer just surviving but finally living.

But life, even in the golden city of Demacia, was never without its complications.

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Lux’s life was a web of obligations, expectations, and secrets, and being close to her meant brushing up against them. As a Crownguard, she was a prominent figure in Demacia, the face of a family that embodied its ideals of strength and loyalty. Yet behind closed doors, she wrestled with her own conflicts. She was not just Luxanna Crownguard, Demacia’s light—she was a young woman with dreams, doubts, and a secret that could shatter the foundation of her carefully crafted image: her magic.

Demacia’s strict laws against magic were no secret. The very idea of wielding it was an affront to everything the city stood for. And yet, Lux’s magic wasn’t something she chose—it was part of her, as intrinsic as her light-filled smile or her unyielding spirit. She confided in you one night, her voice trembling as she spoke of the fear that shadowed her every step.

“I’ve spent so much of my life hiding,” she said, her hands clasped tightly together. “Hiding from my family, from the city, from myself. Sometimes I wonder if they would still see me as Luxanna Crownguard if they knew the truth.”

You reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “You are so much more than their expectations, Lux. Your magic doesn’t define you—it’s just one part of the incredible person you are.”

She looked at you then, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “Scared of what happens if I stop hiding.”

“Then let me stand with you,” you said, your voice steady. “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.”

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Those words weren’t just a promise—they were a vow. Together, you and Lux began to navigate the uncharted territory of honesty, trust, and defiance. You helped her find moments of quiet solace where she could practice her magic without fear, away from the watchful eyes of the city. In those hidden spaces, she seemed freer, more herself. Light would dance at her fingertips, weaving patterns in the air that took your breath away.

“I’ve never shown anyone this before,” she said one evening as a delicate aurora shimmered between her hands. “Not even my brother.”

“Why now?” you asked, mesmerized by the display.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Because with you, I feel safe.”

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As Lux grew more comfortable embracing her true self, you found your own courage growing in tandem. You began to step out of the shadows of your past, sharing your story not just with her but with others in the city. Your work in the archives became more than a job—it became a mission. You unearthed stories of those who had faced challenges like yours, people who had dared to challenge the status quo, who had forged new paths despite the odds.

You shared these stories with Lux, and together, you began to weave them into something bigger: a vision of a Demacia that could embrace its complexities rather than fearing them. It was a vision that sparked conversations in quiet corners and gatherings, a ripple that began to spread through the city.

But change was never easy, and resistance was inevitable.

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There were those in Demacia who clung fiercely to its traditions, who saw any deviation from the norm as a threat to the city’s stability. Whispers began to circulate—about Lux’s growing influence, about the questions she was encouraging people to ask. Some even began to suspect the truth about her magic, though no one dared voice it openly.

One day, as you walked through the market, you overheard a group of merchants discussing her.

“She’s too idealistic,” one man said, his tone dismissive. “Demacia doesn’t need change—it needs strength.”

“Strength without compassion is just tyranny,” you found yourself saying, the words escaping before you could think better of it.

The man turned to you, his expression incredulous. “And who are you to speak of strength? You’re not even one of us.”

The words stung, but you held your ground. “Maybe not,” you admitted. “But I’ve seen what happens when a city refuses to grow, when it clings so tightly to its rules that it forgets the people those rules are meant to serve. Demacia can be better than that. It *is* better than that.”

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Lux was waiting for you when you returned home that evening, her expression a mix of concern and admiration.

“You’re brave, you know that?” she said, her voice soft.

“Or foolish,” you replied with a small smile. “But I couldn’t just stand there and say nothing.”

She stepped closer, her hands brushing yours. “It’s not foolish to stand up for what you believe in. It’s what makes you… you.”

Her words stayed with you, a reminder that courage wasn’t the absence of fear but the choice to act despite it. Together, you and Lux continued to push forward, even as the obstacles grew. You began to dream of a future where Demacia could be a place not just of order and strength, but of understanding and unity.

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That future felt closer than ever one evening as you stood with Lux in the meadow she loved so much. The stars stretched endlessly above you, their light mirrored in her eyes. She took your hands in hers, her expression filled with both determination and vulnerability.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I do know this: I want you by my side. No matter what comes, I want us to face it together.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of love and resolve. “Always.”

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As the days turned into weeks, the challenges ahead remained daunting, but you faced them with a newfound sense of purpose. Lux’s magic, your past, Demacia’s future—they were all threads in a tapestry that was still being woven. And while the path ahead was uncertain, one thing was clear: you were no longer running.

In Lux’s light, you had found your own. And together, you were ready to illuminate a world that was far from perfect but brimming with possibility.

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The years passed in a blur of joy, challenges, and triumphs. The Demacia you and Lux had envisioned together slowly began to take shape. It wasn’t easy—progress never was—but step by step, the city began to grow into a place where differences could coexist, where strength was balanced with compassion, and where secrets were no longer met with fear but with understanding.

Your journey with Lux wasn’t without its struggles. There were moments when the weight of expectations and the enormity of your shared dream felt overwhelming. But through it all, Lux remained your anchor, her light guiding you forward even in the darkest of times. And you, in turn, became her safe haven, the person who reminded her that she was loved for who she was, not for what she represented.

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The day you and Lux married was one of the brightest in Demacia’s history—not just because of the occasion, but because it felt like a celebration of everything you’d both fought for. The ceremony was held in a sunlit meadow outside the city, surrounded by friends, family, and the golden fields that Lux loved so much.

She looked radiant as she walked toward you, her golden hair catching the sunlight and her blue eyes filled with a mixture of joy and determination. Her dress was simple yet elegant, adorned with subtle designs reminiscent of stars and light. She carried a bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors a reflection of her spirit.

As you exchanged vows, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. Lux’s voice trembled with emotion as she spoke.

“You’ve shown me what it means to be truly free—to live without fear, to love without hesitation. With you, I’ve found not just a partner but a home. Today, I promise to stand by your side, no matter what comes, and to love you with all that I am.”

When it was your turn, you struggled to hold back tears. “Lux, you’ve brought light to every corner of my life. With you, I’ve found a purpose, a future, and a love I never thought possible. I promise to honor your light, to walk with you in every shadow, and to build a life with you that shines brighter than the stars.”

As you sealed your vows with a kiss, the crowd erupted into cheers, and Lux’s radiant smile was all you could see. For the first time in years, the future felt not just possible but beautiful.

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The years that followed were filled with moments both big and small—moments that shaped your family, your future, and the world you called home. Lux’s leadership and your steady presence helped guide Demacia through times of change. Together, you built a life filled with laughter, love, and the kind of warmth that made even the hardest days bearable. Your children became the living embodiment of your shared dreams.

The eldest, a girl with Lux’s golden hair and your quiet determination, possessed a mind as sharp as her heart was kind. Her curiosity was boundless, and she often joined you in the archives, lost in books as you had once been. The youngest, a boy with eyes as blue as the summer sky, inherited Lux’s playful spirit and her remarkable ability to bring people together. His laughter echoed through the halls of your home, a sound as bright and comforting as the light you both worked so hard to protect.

As the years passed, your children began to ask questions about their parents’ past. Lux would smile as she shared stories of how you’d met, of how you had helped her find the courage to embrace who she truly was. You added your own tales—of Piltover and Zaun, of hardship and hope, resilience and growth. Together, you taught your children the value of standing up for what they believed in, of forging their own paths, just as you both had.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink, you stood with Lux on the balcony of your home. The laughter of your children floated up from the garden below, filling the air with a deep sense of contentment. Lux leaned against you, her hand resting on yours. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” she asked softly.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Every day. And I wouldn’t change a single moment of it.”

Her gaze met yours, her eyes shining with the same light that had captivated you all those years ago. “I never thought I’d have this,” she admitted. “A family. A life where I could be myself. It’s more than I ever dreamed of.”

You kissed her gently, your heart full. “You deserve all of it, Lux. And so much more.”

Time softened the edges of your memories, reshaping them into something distant and bittersweet. The weight of your past—Piltover, Zaun, and Vi—faded like smoke on the wind, no longer a shadow over your present. There was no regret in forgetting, only gratitude for the journey that had brought you here. Vi had once been part of your life, her fierce determination a beacon when you felt lost. But as the years unfolded with Lux, those echoes grew quieter, replaced by the vibrant symphony of your new life.

One afternoon, while sorting through old belongings in the attic, your hand brushed against a small trinket from Piltover—a token Vi had given you long ago. For a moment, you sat with it, turning it over in your hands. The memory it brought felt distant, like a dream from another lifetime. Instead of longing or regret, you felt only a quiet sense of closure. Vi had been a chapter in your story, but she wasn’t its ending.

Lux appeared at the top of the stairs, sunlight catching in her golden hair. “What’s that?” she asked softly.

“Just something from a long time ago,” you replied, setting it back into the box. “It doesn’t mean much anymore.”

She knelt beside you, her hand resting on yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I’ve already left it behind.”

She kissed your cheek, her voice warm. “Come downstairs when you’re ready. The kids are making cookies, and they need your ‘expert’ guidance.”

You laughed as she descended the stairs, her light footsteps echoing in the quiet space. Rising to follow her, you left the remnants of your past where they belonged.

Years later, as you sat by the hearth with your children, you told them stories of adventure, of lessons learned and challenges overcome. Piltover and Zaun became part of those tales—not as wounds, but as distant chapters that had shaped you. Vi’s name never came up—not out of avoidance, but because it no longer needed to.

Your children only knew the life you had built with Lux—a life filled with love, laughter, and light. They saw strength in their mother’s resolve, kindness in your words, and unity in the bond you shared.

On a starry evening, standing hand-in-hand with Lux as your children played in the garden below, you looked at the life you had created. The memories of your past had become whispers, distant sketches in the margins of a story far richer and fuller than you’d ever dreamed. Forgetting hadn’t been an act of loss, but one of growth—a quiet acceptance of the person you had become.

Lux squeezed your hand, her presence steady and familiar. In her light, in the joy of your children’s laughter, you found everything you had ever been searching for. And as the stars above twinkled like tiny beacons of hope, you knew this was only the beginning of a legacy that would shine for generations to come.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢! ☀️

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 @𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑜

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bestwitchsam · 26 days ago

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Elementalist Lux has 10 forms, each form has a different skill, each form has a different line, each has a different base animation. AND ALL THIS COST FOR 3250 RP :3

And Arcane Fractured Jinx has a 3 forms and... 32K RP for skin it's not good

New Jinx skin for 32K RP!!!

Transforming into Jinx from a different universe is a nice reference but this is not enough for 32K RP

Three flavors of chaos all wrapped into one. Arcane Fractured Jinx is ready to save the day—or watch it all burn.

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unholyhelbig · 1 year ago

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saey707 · 3 years ago

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Aw man, no Kindred or Lillia? I am the sad.

But, if you don't mind, could you write Lux with a knight SO?

✿ Prompt: Headcanons of your relationship with Lux ✿

♡ champion focus: lux ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Sorry it took so long to get around to this one. I have a lot of rewrites to go through haha. Hope you like it! PS, after I read Lillia’s lore, I’ll consider adding her to my champions list just for you lol ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

Out of everyone in the noble hierarchy, and outside of her own family, Lux only ever entrusted you with her secrets. You were skeptical to accept that such a beautiful light like Lux was a mage, but it didn't stop you from loving her and accepting who she was all the same.

Forbidden sorcery was bound to her fingertips, and every time you had the opportunity to see her shine her brilliant light, it only made you love her more. She was a conduit for radiance, and you were drawn to her light, her bioluminescence.

While you were committed to your duties to Demacia, that didn't stop you from taking the time to see your beloved girlfriend. Abandoning your post became ever more frequent, your colleagues often having to find ways to cover up for you. While it can be quite annoying, this is the first time in a long time they have seen you so happy. Lux made you happy.

When you are completely off the clock, that's when you'll dedicate your time to her and only her. And when you play delicate kisses on her delicate temple, her hands will glow and tangle through your hair. Only you have the ability to make the lady of luminosity this nervous.

Sometimes, Lux will even sneak you out to the outskirts of Demacia on her horse Starfire so the two of you can enjoy your time together alone, without the worry of anyone seeing her use her magic.

The day Lux was intended to marry Jarvan IV Lightshield was the day you feared you would lose the light of your life. Still, you maintained a steady and secret relationship, until Lux finally had the courage to tell her brother she was already seeing someone else; Sure, you were in the lower ranks of the noble hierarchy, but she adored you and wanted to be with you.

Garen is beyond protective of Lux, and you were not immune to his brotherly love and wrath.

So long as you promise to continue showing Lux your skills and art with a sword, Lux will continue to show you her magic. It's the perfect trade-off, considering Lux struggles to utilize weapons.

Gift-giving is common for Lux, and it's rather uncommon for you to deny anything she gives you. In return, you continue to live up to your chivalry and treat her like the strong, independent woman you know she is.

The days you are away from home too long are the days you are happy to be home... And the days you realize your plants that are cornered in the back shelves are dead. But fear not! Lux is more than happy to provide them the light they need to survive!

If there's one thing you need to be prepared for in your relationship with Luxanna, it's that she is very upfront with how she shows affection. She doesn't shy away from showing the entire world how much she loves you. And you shouldn't either!

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j-art-2d2 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3/?

Arcane University AU

jinx x caitlyn story (bits of caitvi and jinxlux)

Jinx’s POV

Blue braids twirl in the wind following behind Jinx’s fast-moving figure. Vi had already left by the time Jinx awoke so she knew that she was going to be late for her first class but she didn’t think she’d be this late. An anxiety-inducing type of late. Already she regrets forgetting her board. With plans on stealing his, she texts Ekko asking for a picture of his schedule. Her thoughts of “Vi left me” suddenly stop plaguing her mind when something catches her attention. Movement. She sees the figure of an obnoxiously tall blue-haired woman running steadily across campus right along with her. Jinx’s eyes widen when she processes exactly who she’s ogling. Jinx knows almost anything and everything gun related so, of course, she’d know Caitlyn Fucking Kiraman. Apparently the best shot in Piltover. To Jinx, however, she’s a stuck-up Piltie who has every award, every medal, and every trophy handed to her. Despite her distaste for Caitlyn, she can’t deny the woman looks better in real life than she ever has in any published photo.

Fire fills her gaze and Jinx knows she should keep moving but she can’t tear her eyes away from the woman in front of her. She intensely examines whatever details she’s able to see from where she’s standing. The first thing Jinx notices is how clean Caitlyn looks. Like nothing has ever touched her and left a mark. Typical. Jinx’s chest begins to boom as the breeze lightly blows the girl’s skirt up with every lengthy step she takes. The revealed skin made Jinx’s skin flush warmer than it already had been. When Caitlyn starts to bend over to tug at her socks, Jinx forces her legs to move. The pounding in her ears is louder than ever but she tells herself it’s just the nerves.

Jinx tries her hardest to focus as she walks through the Harrington building. Her schedule reads Room 207A: Environmental Biology. Knowing she has the right room, Jinx turns the handle and boisterously shoulders the door open. Immediately the eyes of her peers are fixed on her while her eyes are drawn to the middle of the room where a blonde tall woman sits. The blonde woman’s height causes Jinx to think back to Caitlyn but she quickly pushes back the thought as she steadily makes her way over to the blonde-haired woman, curiosity now flowing through her. This girl seems to be the only person not interested in Jinx’s arrival. She plops down in her chair as she drops her bag on the table and holds her hand out. “Hi I'm Jinx!”, she exclaims. Startled the blonde-haired woman looks up, her strong gaze softening once blue eyes connect with blue eyes. She tentatively grabs Jinx’s hand and softly introduces herself. Electricity shoots through their hands and smiles contently as if she’d just managed to seal a deal. “Luxanna but please call me Lux. Nice to meet you.” “Right back at ya!”, Jinx beams.

Jinx and Lux spend the rest of the class period giggling. They got a few dirty looks but Jinx couldn’t have cared less. The smile on Lux’s face lights up the dull classroom. Jinx plans on seeing it more often. They compare schedules and Lux lets her lips downturn as she notices she and Jinx won’t be seeing each other in class very often. “What’s wrong flashlight”, Jinx remarks while poking the blonde-haired girl's cheek, “Gonna miss meee?” Jinx swears a blush can be seen on Lux’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly as it had come. When the professor informs them that class is almost over, Lux takes it upon herself to instigate the next step in their newfound friendship. “Would you like to get lunch with me tomorrow, Jinx?” Immediately the blue-haired girl is shaking her head yes, grinning. Jinx loves to be bold but always initiating things is tiresome to her. She appreciates Lux putting in the extra effort. When class ends officially, Jinx holds her phone out to Lux. Confused, Lux furrows her brow. Tapping her phone Jinx impatiently explains, “Well aren’t you the brightest bulb in the pack?” Lux is already defensive. “H-hey! That’s ru-“ “Your number pleasseeee, flashlight.” Lux lets out a laugh and grabs the phone, typing in her digits. Jinx decides to save her contact as “Sunshine” before giving Lux a quick side hug and running off into the hallway. Ekko had finally texted her back and she knows exactly where to catch him off guard.

Focused on her new task at hand, Jinx doesn’t pay attention to the tall figure abruptly turning the corner, effectively knocking into her. She feels the person grab onto her shoulders steadying her and she looks up glaring. Her veins run cold when she sees who’s holding onto her. The height difference between her and Caitlyn annoying obviously as she blankly looks down at Jinx. “What the fuck is your problem?”, Jinx scoffs. Something about the way Caitlyn is looking at her, more like through her, makes her thoughts swarm. She glances around Caitlyn’s shoulder and spots a tall, strong, dark-haired man. His eyes are wide, looking at Jinx as if she’s the problem. She definitely knows this dude. Might’ve beaten him at a science fair or two or five. Irritated even more, she looks back at Caitlyn. “Stop staring at me and let me go!” Nothing. Completely over it, Jinx sucks her teeth and lifts her arm to push Caitlyn’s body back and to the side. “Well, excuse the fuck out of me!”. Now, flustered and pissed, Jinx continues across campus in search of Ekko while her internal dialogue goes haywire.

What the fuck even was that? Caitlyn was practically glued on to her. The feeling of her hands elicited too many emotions from Jinx and now her focus has deteriorated. Seeing Ekko, she recalls the intense slightly darker blue of Caitlyn's eyes when she spots his cyan wheels on the board. Without thinking Jinx runs up and tries to grab the board straight from his hands. Upon failing Ekko turns to see who just tried to rob him. Processing who it is, Ekko just lets out a bellowing laugh followed by, “You tried it!”, and hooks his arm across Jinx’s shoulders. His presence already makes Jinx feel more like herself.

The pair was not being cautious of their volume as they excitedly bantered back and forth on the way into their next class. “Well, if you wanted to borrow my skateboard, you could’ve just asked! I don’t know why you decided to track me down on the other side of campus, just to fail at snatching it from my hands as you run by!”, Ekko joked loudly while passing Jinx his board. His goofy smile egged Jinx on even more. “It would’ve worked out if I hadn’t bumped into a stupid Piltie on the way here. She threw me off my game!”, she defends as she elbows the dark-skinned boy with raised eyebrows and says in a sing-song voice, “Nice rack, though..” This cracks both of them up. Wiping a tear from his eye, Ekko continues, “Yeah.. yeah..anyway, where do you wanna sit?” Scanning the rows, Jinx locks eyes with Caitlyn who is seated next to Science Fair Loser #1. What the fuck.. is she following me now…? Jinx scoffs in annoyance and doesn’t hesitate to grumble to Ekko, “Anywhere but there..” It’s just her luck that she was immediately drowned out by a voice booming across the room. “Ekko!! My man!! You already know where to sit!” Suddenly, Ekko is dragging Jinx towards the back of the room with him. Both she and Caitlyn audibly groan at the same time.

Due to a lack of seats, Jinx was forced to be sat right next to Caitlyn. She could barely hear the professor over the blood rushing through her ears. Of course, I’d be in this situation. I can't fucking escape her. Right when Jinx was thinking of maybe leaving the class altogether to avoid the confusion burrowing its way through her chest, Caitlyn turns to introduce herself. A mistake for the most part. Jinx doesn’t do well with new feelings, especially not new strange conflicting feelings. Caitlyn holds her hand out to Jinx with a warm smile. “Hi I’m C-” “Caitlyn. I know.”, Jinx cuts her off while forcing herself to keep her attention on her pencil. She’s not sure of what she'd say or do if this conversation went any further while also making eye contact. “Okay.”, Jinx hears and calms down a bit, assuming there was nothing else to say. She’s mistaken when then Caitlyn raises her palm and motions towards her while asking,“And who are you?” Jinx is shocked and confused and almost certain that her face shows it. I don't exactly have the best reputation, but I have one nonetheless.“You really don’t know who I am?”, she questions with a chuckle. A rhetorical question really, but now Jinx is having fun. Caitlyn just shakes her head no. Buzzing with excitement Jinx leans back in her chair, swinging her arm trying to catch Ekko’s attention, before exclaiming, “Hey, Ekko!! Piltie has no idea who I am!!”. Laughter is evident in her voice. Ekko chuckles and throws an eraser in Jinx’s general direction, while jokingly reprimanding her, “Jinx, play nice. Nobody likes a bully.”

Turning back in her seat, Jinx takes a glance at Caitlyn. She looks lost in thought and Jinx begins to wonder about all the things she could be thinking. Maybe her defense mechanism has caught up to her, and her mean antics have actually made the girl upset. But then suddenly, Caitlyn turns towards Jinx and holds eye contact with her. “Well Jinx..”, she pauses. Well, what?! “I hope that we can become fri-” Jinx cuts her off again. Absolutely not. She doesn’t know if she’s angry or panicked but it doesn’t matter. It’s all the same to Jinx and warrants the same response. “Have you ever been told to shut the fuck up?”, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “..N-no?”, Caitlyn stutters, now cautious. Jinx just nods, head resting in her hand to ease the thumping, and lets out a hum. “Hmm… yeah.. I can tell.” Caitlyn doesn’t talk to her for the rest of the period. She doesn’t even look her way again. Jinx overhears Jayce invite Ekko to lunch and starts thinking of her future plans with Lux as a distraction from whatever it was that she’s going through. The professor dismisses the class and Caitlyn shoots up from her chair and hurriedly grabs her things from the desk before Jayce can even open his mouth to invite her as well. Jinx lets out a relieved breath. She wouldn't be able to stomach food with Caitlyn around making her mind spin. Jinx watches intently while Caitlyn quickly tells Jayce to put his number in her phone. While typing in the digits, Jayce looks up at her concerned. “Wait..so you’re not getting food..?” “Nope!”, Caitlyn says, emphasizing the p, “I’m gonna go find the library. Not hungry anyways..”, she shrugs while shifting from one foot to the other. A sign of nervousness. Jinx quickly averts her eyes when Caitlyn turns to spin on her heels and exit the room. Her eyes widen, however, when she hears Ekko start talking. “You know… Jinx actually always goes to the Library during lunch.” Jinx has never hated him more. He’s acting like he can’t see her very obvious internal battle with Caitlyn. “Maybe she can walk you. Big campus, twists, and turns, travel buddies are essential.” he jokes. Neither Jinx nor Caitlyn finds him funny. Sadly for him, Jinx expected this and has already thought of a lie. “I was actually going to get lunch today. Didn’t have breakfast. Maybe next time..”, Jinx trails off. Caitlyn makes a face but without a word, she turns and leaves the class.

Honestly, the rest of Jinx’s day goes pretty well if you exclude the way Caitlyn looks at her when they pass by each other or are in the same class. It makes Jinx feel like an inconvenience to her, but admittedly Jinx didn’t even see making a good impression as an option. Fight or flight and she’s all fight. As soon as her last class is dismissed, she makes her way to the field. Vi’s been mentioning football tryouts all week and Jinx needed a ride, already over the day. She’s stopped dead in her tracks when she sees Caitlyn on the bleachers basically drooling over somebody. Jinx doesn’t even have to guess that she’s looking at Vi. She knows it. A newfound hate blooms in Jinx’s chest. She can’t decipher who she’s even mad at when she silently makes her way to sit further up on the bleachers, behind Caitlyn. She grumbles to herself, as she watches Vi zero in on Caitlyn. Of course… bigger better sis always gets the girl. Jinx was holding her tongue during the beginning of their interaction, but seeing how Caitlyn fumbles over her words for Vi, she had to say something, anything, to stop the inevitable. “Hi! I’m C-” Jinx cuts Caitlyn off with the first thing that comes to mind. “Piltie. Her name is Piltie.” Jinx is hyperaware of her body as Caitlyn watches her sluggishly make her way down the bleachers. It makes her feel very much on display and she immediately wants to leave. “Can we go now, sis.. you obviously made the team.” She internally curses her sister when she takes Caitlyn’s hand and shakes it firmly with a smile. “Well, Piltie..” she jokes, “I’m Violet. I’m sure you know my baby sister Jinx.” Caitlyn rolls her eyes and huffs. Am I really that bad ? “Yeah.. everyone knows her apparently.” Violet laughs, clearly missing the tension around her. “Haha, yeah that's so true. But anyway, I’d love to stay and chat but Jinx gets a little cranky when she’s out of the house for too long. How about you give me your number and you can tell me more about how you managed to pass by..” Air quotes. “.. for twenty minutes?” Violet holds out her phone and Jinx groans, already knowing where this was going. She couldn’t stop the inevitable and she definitely is not going to stand by and watch it happen. She reaches into Violet's duffel bag, pulls out a pair of keys, and walks off. “Car! Waiting! Hurry your gay ass up!”, she shouts, trying to cover up her jealously with annoyance.

When Jinx gets in the car, she lies down flat in the backseat. Every moment she shared with Caitlyn, was on a loop in her mind. She wished she could've said or done anything else. Been anyone else. Vi slamming her driver’s side door closed brings Jinx out of her thoughts. She watches as her sister gives her an empathetic look in the rearview mirror. “…You okay Pow? How was school and-“ she vaguely gestures to her head before putting the key in the ignition,”-stuff?” Jinx ignores her question and counteracts it with a question of her own. “She hates me doesn’t she?” Vi backs out of the lot with a confused expression, “Wha- Who Cupcake?” Jinx grunts as a response, covering her face. Hearing the nickname was weighing her down even more. “Well, I don’t know.. doubt it though.” Vi continues, “Why? Do you hate her?” Jinx considers the thought.

She goes against every bone in her body when she mutters a yes and puts her headphones on, ending the conversation with the thump of her music.

a/n : hey bestiesss! <3 i haven’t rlly been getting notes for the first two chapters for this fanfic. ive been updating it on archiveofourown but let me know if u guys like it or not so i can know whether or not to keep updating it on here as well!

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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May I please have Yasuo and Darius relationship headcanons for a female s/o?

YASUO

Yasuo is a traditional man who’s rather shy and awkward about anything relationship-related, especially now that he’s deemed a fugitive and a criminal.

He’s incredibly grateful that you don’t believe him a criminal, but you believe his story and that he was framed - It helped him trust you.

When/If Yasuo trust someone, he trusts them for life, and now, you hold his heart in your hands entirely.

He would like to take things slow and steady, since he’s not very experienced and has to make things right and proper, and hope you won’t get bored and leave him.

He truly treasures you and wants to learn how to make you happy because you deserve it and he’s in complete bliss every time he sees you because he’s finally found that one person who actually loves him for who he is.

Yasuo would cherish every single day when he can spend time with you, walk through the forest, stay at ease, enjoy a nice picnic and play the flute for you.

Please, for the love of everything right in this world, take off his hair tie and play with his hair - He will fall asleep in peace for the first time in ages.

Please read to him books you love, he’d enjoy it so much you have no idea - So much that he’d read the book himself and then quote it to you every time he’s given the chance, just to see your reaction and/or if you catch on

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DARIUS

He’s very hard on everyone, especially himself, but that’s because of everything that he had to go through.

Everyone knows he has a soft spot for his brother, despite his annoying and narcissistic self, but it’s always been them together, and there was nothing separating them.

If he opens up to you about his past, then you clearly mean the world to him, since nobody else except Draven knows everything.

His heart is very tender and fragile, deep down, protected by titanium walls, so please hold it carefully next to your own and show him that love isn’t a weakness or a disadvantage as he claims it to be, but it can be a very powerful fuel for strength.

Draven would be incredibly proud of Darius and would love to hang around both of you, or even only with you, seeing that he doesn’t really have proper friends, and this is his chance to brag about how cute Darius was when he was young, without fearing that it would embarrass his brother (too much) or anything of the sort.

He would pretend to be annoyed by his brother hanging around with you, knowing full well that he’s going to talk too much and whatever, but when he knew you both weren’t watching, he’d have a soft smile on his face, happy that his brother and his lover are getting along so well, and making him feel like he finally has a family again.

With everything that’s been going in his life, he’d be extremely protective of you (of course, Draven too, but he’d make more of a bravado, letting Darius handle everything) and would try to keep you safe and around him or a safe place as much as possible.

He won’t admit it ever, but he loves cuddling with you, holding you close to his chest and you holding him in your arms, kissing his face and smiling sweetly at him every night you go to sleep, or every day you wake up with each other.

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fandom-imagines · 5 years ago

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Little Light

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Sylas X Mage!Crownguard!Reader

Warnings: Violence

Summary: After bargaining with Sylas, Y/N begins to visit him every day to protect her sister, Luxanna. But as the two slowly grow closer, will this affect her status in Demacia?

The day Lux was born was the day my life seemed to have purpose. That purpose being to protect Lux.

Garen also had this feeling, of course, but not as deep as I did. Lux was my sister, my best friend and the main focus of my life.

It wasn’t until she began to grow older when I realised the reason for this.

She’s a mage…

That was when it all made sense; the reason I had to protect her was in fact because she is just like me. Our type being frowned upon and hidden away in the very place that we call home.

“Y/N!” It was Lux, “I’m heading out, are you going to be okay on your own?”

I smiled gently, giving her a nod, “I’ll be fine, Lux. Go have fun.” I winked, hopefully making her think I assumed that she was going to see a boy.

I know she isn’t.

“I will.” She giggled, and with that she left.

I watched her small frame leave our home, dread filling my body.

I knew that she had been visiting the infamous Sylas for the past few days, and I knew that I had to put a stop to it.

“How?” You may ask, but the answer is simple.

I’ll use myself to protect her.

It was the early hours of the morning when I heard Lux return, the door shutting as quietly as possible followed by soft footsteps climbing up the steps towards her room.

I knew I had to act now.

I waited for around twenty minutes, knowing how long it would take for Lux to fall asleep before making my way out of the window, fully clothed and ready to go speak to Sylas.

The walk itself was quiet, nobody being around Demacia at this time of night, just the occasional guards who greeted me with a plain nod.

It wasn’t until I reached where Sylas was being held that I was finally spoken to.

“And who might you be?” One of the main guards here spoke to me with a firm voice, glaring down at me.

“Y/N Crownguard,” his eyes widened, “I’ve come to pick up something that Luxanna left earlier.”

The man nodded quickly, “There you go, Miss Crownguard.” He said, letting me past immediately, giving me a final nod as the door closed behind me.

It wasn’t long until I found where they kept him. He was behind a giant door, where he had been for a long time now. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Well then, what do we have here?” The man, who could only be Sylas, asked me, a sinister tone lacing his voice.

“You’ve been seeing my sister,” I replied the second the door shut behind me, “it needs to stop.”

I looked up from the ground, seeing Sylas chained up behind the door.

“Another mage, huh?” He chuckled as my eyes widened, “Why would I stop seeing your sister? She is quite a joy to be around. What exactly can you give me in return?”

“Anything you want.”

Sylas hesitated for a moment, seemingly taken aback by my willingness to obey to him.

“Fine.”

And that was the start of my contact with Sylas.

He brushed Lux off, telling her never to visit again and instead, he began by asking me to visit him daily, just as Lux had been doing.

Each day I brought him something else, anything he wanted, and we somehow became friends.

“I brought you some food, Sylas.” My voice echoed throughout the room once the door closed.

Sylas glanced up from the book he was reading, smiling slightly at the sight of me carrying a tray filled with food.

Dead rats can’t be nice.

“Thank you, little light.” He nodded, placing the book beside him as I walked towards him, a slight blush dusting my cheeks at the name he had given me.

“It’s okay.” I mumbled, handing him the food before taking a seat on the ground outside where he was kept as he did the same, only inside the prison he was trapped in.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I broke it.

“I wish you weren’t trapped in there, Sylas.” I whispered, catching his attention as he gave me a confused look, “I think we would have been good friends.”

“As do I.” He nodded, reaching out towards me, gently grasping my hand, something I never would have expected from him when I first learned of his and Lux’s meetings.

Glancing up at the clock, I realised that I’d had to leave.

I stood up, immediately dropping Sylas’s hand as I did so, a confused look covering his face once again.

“I need to leave. I have a ball to attend.” I whispered, turning to face him one final time.

“A ball?” He asked, “Who exactly are you, little light?”

“Y/N. Y/N Crownguard.” I stated, leaving as I did so, not wishing to hear his response knowing what he thought of the Crownguards.

“C-Crownguard…?” Was the final thing I heard from him as the door slammed shut.

Never had I expected the next time I would be meeting Sylas would be at his execution. Nor would that be the first time I would see Sylas and Lux together.

“You can’t kill him!” I heard Lux yell as I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.

There stood Lux, defending Sylas who was about to be executed.

The two spotted me, now at the front of the crowd as both their eyes widened.

“She’s a mage lover!” One man yelled.

“Get her!” Someone screamed, pointing at Lux as a group of men ran towards them.

“Lux!” I called, running in front of the group who were doing their best to reach my sister.

“Let us passed, Miss Crownguard.” The group demanded, “Or we might just have to take you with us.”

“Never.” I spat, holding my hand out to cast the men back into the crowd, getting them away from both Lux and Sylas.

I ignored the screams of terror coming from the crowd as I ran towards Sylas, kneeling down to be at his height as I gently stroked his hair, feeling guilty despite there having been nothing I could have done.

“I’m sorry, Sylas.” I whispered to him.

“As am I, little light.”

“Wh…”

A loud crash cut me off as Sylas jumped to his feet, pushing both me and Lux behind him to shield us from the broken pieces of what had been holding him just moments ago.

“Y-Y/N?” Lux whispered, desperately gripping onto my hand.

“It’s okay, Lux.” I replied blankly, doing my best to avoid her gaze as I watched Sylas yell at the crowd in front of him.

“Lux! Y/N!” I heard Garen yell towards us, running at full speed towards Sylas, sword in hand.

“Garen, you can’t!” I yelled back, immediately dropping Lux’s hand to jump in front of Sylas, using all my power to push back Garen.

“Y/N, your compassion is usually welcome. But not over him.” Garen glared at Sylas who simply glared back before he rested a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, little light.” He whispered, smirking as he noticed Garen grow angrier at the contact. “He can’t do anything to me.”

“Please, don’t hurt each other.” I begged, tears welling up in my eyes as I pleaded with Garen. “If you’re going to hurt each other, then you have to hurt me first.”

Both their eyes widened at this, seemingly in shock at my demand.

“I never thought I’d see you siding with a murderer, Y/N.” Garen stated, raising his sword.

But I knew he wouldn’t strike.

“Y/N!” Sylas yelled, shoving me behind him, obviously afraid.

Garen simply shook his head.

“You’re a monster.” Garen spat, pointing his sword towards Sylas.

“A monster? That is what you call the man that loves your sister?”

Loves…?

“You love her?” Garen yelled in horror.

“That I do.” Sylas grinned, enjoying the horror on his face.

“I won’t let this happen!” Garen roared, once again raising his sword.

“Garen, please. I love him too!” I begged, the tears now having fallen, racing down my cheeks to see who could touch the ground first.

Both Garen and Sylas looked towards me, their faces softening.

“Do not cry, Light.” Sylas whispered, reaching his hand out towards me.

“What we do is wrong, Garen. Nobody asked to be a mage, they were born that way. I was born that way.”

A ball of light emitted from my hand as I raised it high into the air, Garen’s eyes ablaze.

“Fine.” He stated, grasping Lux to tug her towards him, “You two leave this place. The mageseekers and army are coming now, leave and don’t return.”

“Thank you, Garen.” I thanked him, earning a simple nod as he and Lux darted away.

“Come, little light. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

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starless-nightz · 29 days ago

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Making a lightcannon fic that includes Isha, can't wait to post it

#ray talks #lightcannon #lux #lux crownguard #luxanna #luxanna crownguard #jinx #jinx x reader #isha #isha x reader #arcane #arcane league of legends

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starless-nightz · 26 days ago

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Chapter 1 of my lightcannon fic is out!!

#lightcannon #jinx #jinx x reader #lux #lux crownguard #luxanna #luxanna crownguard #isha #arcane #arcane league of lesbians #arcane league of legends #caitvi

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Sorry, I've never requested before so I'm a little nervous... Do you happen to have LoL Talon headcanons?

Ooookay, let’s see what we can do

He’s rather awkward about the whole relationship-thingy since he is just an orphan adopted by Katarina’s father and he had to constantly train and prove his worth...So not much about free-time and dating.

Sure, he was around Katarina a lot, who is now his sister, but that doesn’t mean that he knows how to actually treat a girl that isn’t his family.

It will take a while for him to understand and it will also take Katarina a lot of explaining for him to get what to do and what to say, but once he gets it...!

Well

He’ll still gonna be an awkward boi, but he’ll be much more affectionate than you’d expect.

He’s not the best with words, but if you get him in a more sensitive mood, when he’s super sleepy or when he got out from a very dangerous mission with injuries rather severe, he’s going to get right at you - completely ignoring his wounds - and hold you tightly as he tells you how much he loves and treasures you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

He’d introduce you to Kata and she’d take a liking to you, so she’d made sure there’s always a Noxian there to guard you from the shadows so no harm would come to you.

Talon may pretend to feel annoyed that you and Kata always gossip about him and she tells you all the embarrassing thing he did when he was little, but in reality, he’s more than happy that his family is getting along with his lover, so he doesn’t really protest or anything.

He’s incredibly grateful to have someone like you in his life and he appreciates that you understand him and still love him despite all his Quirks and that he’s a Noxian assassin.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Galio from LoL Headcannons!

Do you have any relationship headcannons for Galio (league of legends)? If you don't feel comfortable writeing this feel free to ignore :>

Hope you don’t mind, but both requests were so similar that I brought them together

He is a statue created by Demacians to defend their country against evil forces that wish to only destroy and conquer what they have built thus far.

He’s been living for so long, only awakened a few times by his people, and as soon as Victory was achieved, the very same magic he was created with made him dormant once again, yet aware of everything around him, having to watch humanity and how ephemeral it is.

Galio realised after a while that he must protect his people for they cannot be fixed, like he can, and so, his whole statue life has been dedicated to protecting...

...And hoping that somehow, despite the decreasing of magic, there would be someone who could save him from this dormant lifestyle he has to endure.

Which is how he met you, the person he cherishes the most in his life, the person who offered him freedom and ability to have a proper lifestyle.

He would treasure and worship the ground you walk on, not knowing how to properly thank you for the blessing you’ve bested upon him.

He is still very innocent and naive about humans, life and the living, so you’d have to be patient and teach him everything, from the basic to the more complex, but never forget that he is eternally grateful and would do his best to show you that every second.

Since he’s so big, he’d create a place only for you, plant lots of fruit trees in a place, and flower trees in another and would take care of this orchard religiously, wanting to surprise you and show you that he’s capable of living a normal lifestyle.

Despite loving to save his countrymen, he hates having to fight and kill, so he’d go to war with a heavy heart every time, still rather skeptical and frightened that the spell would break and he’d have to revert back to his dormant life.

Very often you’d have to reassure him that you still care about him, that you’re not going to get mad and break the spell and so on, but he’s very caring and loves you with every little pebble in his core.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Can I get some Taric relationship and/or him falling in love in some really simple and plain? I'd love to see anything Taric related :D

((I’m so sorry I was an idiot and hit “Answer privately” without even editing or writing it properly xD Also, hope we can get to play LoL some day :D

For those who don’t know, I play on EUNE ^^ ))

Taric has always been a lover and a protector of life, love and beauty, which is exactly why his demise was brought by Demacia and its rulers, who were ever so strict and stuck up in the old ways.

Once he made his way on Mount Targon, he was finally allowed to be himself and bathe in the wonders of the world, and more, be able to protect, as the Shield of Valoran.

He’d fall for your beauty, your etherealness, your kindness, the way you move yourself, your grace, your interactions with other creatures…

He’d admire every little thing about you.

Even if you find something ugly or unsightly about yourself, he’d point out how uniquely gorgeous that detail is.

He’d literally shower you with affection and love.

And if you can’t love yourself, Taric would love you double anyways, and would try his best to help you on the journey of finding self-love and acceptance.

I can see him falling in love step by step…

But it was descending harder and harder and he succumbed to his heart’s desired without even realising.

But he was happy.

He was no longer tied to the Demacian’s authoritarian rule, so he could be himself.

He could love you and have no regret or restrictions.

And even more, he could protect you from all the possible harms that could befall you, no matter of what kind.

He’s tell you stories of the world and everything he admires in the world, but would be sort of reluctant to be reminded of his time in Demacia and a guard, a hero…

A hero who failed to save his men and let them be killed in their sleep by the Void.

Taric would appreciate you understanding him and his occasional struggles, and just being there by his side would make him the happiest man alive.

He would gift you all sorts of gems as gifts and tell you what each of them does to benefit you and what they could protect you of.

And if you keep them and keep taking care of them, he’d be so thrilled and hyped that he can have a part of him shielding you from the evil even when he’s not around physically.

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fandom-imagines · 5 years ago

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Crush

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Lux X Gender Neutral Reader (I know how frustrating it is to have fanfiction for the opposite gender as a girl with a huge crush on Lux haha)

Warnings: Kissing, second-hand embarrassment for Garen(?)

Luxanna Crownguard, more commonly known as Lux.

Of course I knew the name, she is my best friend after all. Not to mention my crush of three years, but we don’t talk about that. I never do nor have I ever told anybody.

Never plan to.

It’s not that I’m embarrassed about my crush. She is perfect after all. Her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and adorable personality.

She is the definition of beautiful, inside and out.

But, we’re just friends. That’s all we’ve ever been and all we ever will be.

Despite how much time we spend together, she’ll only ever see me as a friend; that’s all I’ll ever be to her.

“Y/N?” Lux’s silky voice broke me from my thoughts, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Luxxy.” I smiled, appreciating her genuine concern.

She cares so much.

“Are you sure?” She asks, tilting her head like a cute puppy would when confused.

I lifted my hand, gently patting her hair to comfort her.

“I’m okay, just thinking.” I smiled, watching her blush upon my touch which warmed my heart and gave me some false hope.

“About what?”

I gave her a small shrug, obviously not wanting to go into it. I mean, she is the person on my mind after all.

I decided to take a look at her. Her hair was slightly messy due to the fact that the two of us had just woken up after we fell asleep during our weekly movie night. Her ocean eyes were still slightly drowsy. My eyes darted downwards to her slightly parted lips that I had dreamed of kissing on more than one occasion. They were pink and plump and everything I had ever dreamed of in a girl. She is everything I have ever dreamed of in general.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a tall man came inside Lux’s bedroom.

“Garen! What are you doing here?” Lux asked, eyes wide at her brothers sudden, and dare I say dramatic, entrance.

“Mom said breakfast is ready in five.” Garen stated, standing tall as he turned and left.

The second the door slammed shut, Lux burst into giggles leaving me confused.

“He totally has a crush on you!” She giggled, making me laugh along.

She’s so cute.

“Garen? Nah. Too good for me.” I smiled.

“You’re too good for him, Y/N. You’re too good for anyone!” She grinned, patting my hair as I had done to her moments ago which lead to me blushing this time.

Does she really think that…?

“Nope, you’re too good for everybody. Too precious for this world.” I winked, trying to play it off casually.

I walked as her cheeks lit up a bright pink, gaze darting to the cream carpet then the pink walls in an embarrassed manner. My eyes darted towards the huge white bunny that I had won her a few years ago. She had kept it in the corner of her room where she could see it no matter what. She once told me that anytime she is down, she looks at it and it lifts her spirits.

That made me happy.

“You mean it?” Lux’s soft voice squeaked, her eyes still looking everywhere but me.

“I do, Lux. I really do.” I nodded, despite knowing that she couldn’t see it.

“Even you?”

This confused me.

What did she mean?

“You’re definitely too good for me, Luxxy.”

Lux shook her head in disagreement, eyes finally meeting mine.

“I disagree, Y/N/N.” She whispered, “You’re too good for me. That’s why I haven’t told you how I feel.” She continued, eyes widening as she realised what she had just said. “Uhm, forget I said that!” She chuckled nervously, eyes looking away from me again.

“Lux…” I mumbled, catching her attention, “What do you mean?”

“I-well I uhm…” She stuttered, “I like you, okay? Like, as more than a friend or best friend. As a partner.” She rushed out, fiddling with her fingers in a nervous manner.

I must have startled Lux when I suddenly pressed my lips against her pink ones, my hand raising to gently caress her cheek. I felt her kiss back, small hands gripping the ends of my t-shirt, bunching them up into fists.

We were interrupted by the door, once again, swinging open and I sharp gasp from behind us.

“A-am I interrupting something?” Garen asked, blushing slightly in embarrassment of walking in on his sister and potential crush kissing.

Lux and I giggled, her hands still grabbing my shirt while my hand fell, lightly holding her hand.

“M-Mom said come downstairs.” He said, forcing a smile before darting out of the room and downstairs.

Lux and I made eye contact, smiling at each other in a comfortable silence.

“I love you, Lux.” I grinned, happy to finally get that off my chest after three years of suffering in silence.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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fandom-imagines · 5 years ago

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Save Demacia (Part One)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Garen X Mage!Reader

Warnings: Violence. Probably a few errors as I haven’t had time to proofread this.

Summary: Lux’s longtime friend and Garen’s girlfriend is a mage. Only thing is, she hasn’t told anybody. When she’s faced with a problem, will she use her powers to save Demacia or let everybody fall to save herself?

Ever since I was a child I had been best friends with Luxanna Crownguard. I was also close to her brother, Garen but not as close as I was with Lux. There was a reason for this, that reason being that both Lux and I had something to hide.

Our magic.

Lux hadn’t been as successful as I had, but, as she was royalty, this didn’t matter too much. However, if I was to ever be exposed, I would surely be sentenced on the spot.

I could have fled Demacia without a second thought had it not been for the Crownguard family. Lux was, and always will be, my best friend; and Garen? Well… I guess you could say he was my whole world considering we had been together for around four years now.

The crush I had on him began when Lux and I were young. There was only three years between Garen and I which made our friendship grow. We would talk late into the night when I was at their house and Lux had fallen asleep. In fact, that exact scenario was how our relationship blossomed.

Garen and I sat on the lower floor of the Crownguard home. Lux had long since fallen asleep in her bedroom upstairs and I had managed to silently sneak out to my other friends room who I knew would be awake. Garen and I both crept downstairs, communicating which each other through only eye contact before we reached the empty ground floor.

“Hey, Y/N.” The brown-haired man I had become so infatuated with over the years spoke.

“Yeah?” I asked him, my eyes filled to the brim with curiosity.

“Do you think I’d be a good solider?”

It was Garen’s destiny to become a soldier, but this didn’t mean that he didn’t have doubts about himself being one.

I smiled, “Of course, Garen. You’d be a wonderful one. You’re strong, brave and so many more amazing things.”

Garen returned my smile, eyes gazing into my own catching me off guard with the conflicted look dancing around in them.

“Garen? What’s wrong?”

It was then that his lips pressed gently against my own, hand reaching up to cup my cheek. A deep red blush ran up my cheeks, my own hand reaching up to grasp the back of his neck to pull both of us closer.

“Y/N/N, you there?” Lux’s high-pitched voice asked me as we searched around her room.

I had lost my staff a few days ago and it still hadn’t shown up. I was panicking at the thought of somebody else finding it.

“Yeah, sorry.” I mumbled, but loud enough for Lux to hear it.

“We’ll find it eventually; don’t worry.” The blonde-haired girl did her best to comfort me.

I nodded, before checking the time.

Garen was away on a mission to hunt down Sylas and I was praying he would be okay. Sylas was an extremely dangerous man, that much I knew having met him a few times.

It was safe to say I despise him.

“The army will be arriving back soon,” My voice broke the silence we had fallen into, “do you want to go see them?”

Eagerly, Lux nodded. Both of us wanted to check on Garen and the others.

We both jumped onto our feet, before exiting the Crownguard home.

Lux and I stood among the masses of people awaiting the arrival of the army. Most were excited, some nervous and others showing no emotion whatsoever. Me? Well I was filled with anxiety. That feeling didn’t fade one bit as I saw the army, including Garen, running towards the gate.

Running? That can’t be good.

As they got closer, I could see something chasing after them.

I watched in horror as, just when the gates were shutting, something burst through, knocking us all to the ground as people screamed in terror. It wasn’t until I managed to peel myself from the ground, I saw exactly what had gotten in:

Sylas.

Lux and I shared a terrified look as we both noticed him, followed by his army charging inside of Demacia.

I wasn’t even given time to gather my thoughts when one of Sylas’s warriors charged towards me, sword raised ready to kill me.

I jumped back, doing my best to dodge his blows that would more certainly kill me until I fell. It wasn’t long before I heard rushed footsteps from behind me and the man was shoved away from me. I spotted Garen, the running man, dashing towards Sylas, preparing to strike. However, he didn’t hit him. Sylas used his chains to block the blow, catching Garen’s wrist and ankle with the chains that once bound him before knocking him to the ground.

I watched in horror just as I had done moments ago as my boyfriend lay on the ground. That was until I spotted my staff, the one that had gone missing not long ago, fly onto the ground just metres in front of me.

As I looked up to see who had dropped it when I saw Sylas walking towards Garen, Garen’s own sword in hand ready to use it on him.

And that’s when I knew,..

I had to expose myself and risk death in order to save my boyfriend. And so I did with no hesitation.

I quickly jumped onto my feet, holding out my hand to summon the staff towards me, all while I felt Garens gaze on me, watching each movement with his eyes wide in shock.

Once I felt the cold metal in my hand, I quickly used a spell I had memorised, holding it high in the air as a blinding beam flew into the air, distracting everyone. Within seconds, Galio crashed onto the ground, giving us all a few seconds to get onto our feet and behind his shielding wings.

Once they opened, everyone was face to face with Sylas’s army. They were heavily outnumbered; they knew this. And so they fled as quickly as possible. Nobody dared to move a muscle until they were all gone. And once they were, I felt metal clasp around my wrists, followed by a loud clicking as my hands were handcuffed behind my back and I was dragged away, my final view being Lux’s panicked face and Garen’s shocked one.

Part Two

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