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paperjamexe · 5 months

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i love them ;;

#heartsteel #heart steel #league of legends #heart steel kayn #heartsteel kayn #heart steel ezreal #heartsteel ezreal #ezreal #kayn #ezkayn #kaynez #digital art #fanart

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bestwitchsam · 5 months

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bookishdreamer28 · 5 months

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Heartsteel! Ezreal x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, enjoying the feeling.

He then pulled back and turned me to him.

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

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

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

"I love you so so so much"

He chuckled, cupping my face, and kissed me.

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed hard and rested my head on his shoulder.

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading 💕

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sapphireicecream · 5 months

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Heartsteel Aphelios 🎤🌙

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prplcs-art · 6 months

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Made some Heartsteel Photocards!!

#heartsteel #heart steel #league of legends #aphelios #sett #ksante #kayn #ezreal #yone #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel yone #heartsteel sett #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel ksante

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cat-astro-pick · 5 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

"Another love letter?"

"As always."

"..."

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

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

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

"Good on your show."

"How was it?"

"....You were good."

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

"..."

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

"'Well, I should probably get going."

"Already?"

"You guys are having a party afterward."

"Can't you come with me?"

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

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

"Rest well. Don't strain yourself."

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

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

"...miserable."

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

"Idiot..."

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

"I like the sound of your voice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#ezreal #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel #lol #lol heartsteel #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #ezreal x reader #lol fanfic #x reader #heart steel

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sad-sehna · 6 months

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#Kayn #Yone #HeartSteel #LeagueOfLegends #artists on tumblr #league of legends #heart steel

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haine13 · 6 months

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

#heart steel #league of legends #yone #ezreal #kayn #k'sante #aphelios #paranoia

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earthtocaptainsky · 6 months

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Heart Steel

#league of legends #heart steel #ezreal league of legends #league of legends fanart #ezreal fanart #my art #digital art

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cherry-flavoured-dreams · 6 months

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he's so silly

#Aphelios #Heart steel #Paranoia

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macirollfights · 7 months

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

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

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

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bestwitchsam · 7 months

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#kayn #heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel kayn icons #kayn icon #kayn icons #kayn headers #heartsteel kayn headers #league of legends #lol #leagueoflegends #heart steel #heartsteel kayn icon

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inarvii · 6 months

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Sooo where are the Heart Steel fics gang? chop chop

#heart steel #leauge of legends #i don’t play the game trust guys i’m trying not to be that much of a loser #Ezreal #K’sante #kayn #GIMMEEE

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hybrix-hidings · 2 years

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get you a man who despite his literal decades of practice repressing and hiding his emotions to survive physically cannot hide how smitten he is with you

#tpp #peter nureyev #juno steel #the penumbra podcast #jupeter #thinking abt that one line from heart of it all

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galedekarios · 8 months

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You truly are a soul that steels my own.

#bg3edit #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #dailygaming #videogameedit #gamingedit #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #otp: a soul that steels my own #ch: gale dekarios #ch: altonaufein #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #gif: mybg3 #my heart is so full

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cat-astro-pick · 5 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

It's been about a month since Heartsteel debuted. Nothing had changed. Ezreal called me up without even a hint of trying to care what the fans thought.

I was sitting in my studio, mindlessly taking notes on the score. The clicks of mouse and keyboard and the spinning of my laptop fan filled the room. I wondered how much my new piece would sell for. It was pretty pathetic that something I used to love to do was now just a way to make money.

I thought of a mouse. I remembered a mouse named Geronimo Stilton. With his long snout, sniffing cheese, loving what was around him, and speaking out when he saw injustice. As a child, I emulated him a lot. As the flavor of a clumsy cream cheese cake lingered on the corners of my mouth, I felt soap bubbles spinning around my head. The same mouse who rode in time machines and went on adventures to save fairy tale lands reminds me-

"There's a weird scale here."

"Huh?"

I said in my dumbest voice, with my dumbest expression, and my dumbest words. While I was making a fool of myself, she took the mouse and fixed the scale. I couldn't lie now and say it was intentional. I couldn't control my meltdown emotions. I've been thinking about the past a lot lately. The hand that popped the balloon was like popping my heart.

[Witnessing the debut of 'HEARTSTEEL', a group that will steal your heart at first sight].

[A close-up look at the lives of the HEARTSTEEL members!...]

[Exclusive! Ezreal's...]

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I shoved my phone into my pocket. Shoulders ached. And my elbows, which had been crushed by the armrests for so long. My work had slowed down noticeably since everyone had left. I closed my laptop only after I'd made such a mess that efficiency was nowhere to be found. I slowly mulled over the title of the article I'd seen earlier. The more I thought about it, the funnier it became. I was proud of him, and then a nasty feeling of anxiety creeped up and wrapped around me.

I don't think Ezreal would abandon me. If he's the kind of person who would neglect a friend just because he's famous, then there's no reason for him to accept the selfish me that I was even before then, the one who broke promises, spoke harshly, fought with Kayn all the time, and hid in the corner of the room by myself. So I pushed harder. Even then, I was so stupid that I was testing Ezreal's feelings for me, experimenting to see if he'd get angry or not, even when I was wrong. Ezreal was the one who always passed my ridiculous and unfair tests. I, who was relieved to see him and then tested him with increased intensity, contributed nothing to his success. So I shouldn't be the one who is celebrated in Heartsteel's success.

But,

"...You idiot?"

"Why?"

"You're the one who should be celebrated."

"So what?”

“…Seriously?”

When I showed up at Ezreal's studio with the expensive bottle of wine I'd gladly bought, I was greeted by colorful confetti as soon as I opened the door. I was dumbfounded by the confetti covering my shoulders and head. I almost threw my wine bottle on the floor in surprise, but Ezreal didn't care. A pom-pom cone hat trimmed with shiny soft plastic was placed on my head. It was a tacky pink, the kind of color my mom might have put on when she was a young lady. Ezreal's hat was green. I didn't bother to joke that if Ezreal's hair had been a little more bushy and less cared for, it might have felt similar.

It was just the two of us, but it was refreshing in its own way. It was like having fun for the first time in a long time. Even when he was famous, Ezreal loved to spoon-feed the cake. It was fun to have a party with just the two of us, where we didn't have to be formal. In hindsight, I realize that it wasn't just the party that made me happy. There were other external factors beating on my heart. Well, I would call it a simple alcoholic deception.

When I opened the wine, the atmosphere was too quiet. I would have paid more for champagne if I'd known this would happen. The thought of Ezreal watching me open the wine with a spoon full of whipped cream in his mouth was overwhelming. If it was champagne, he'd be covering his ears and videotaping me from afar. Alas, fancy wine glasses don't exist in the workshop. Instead, we brought in two glasses and poured wine into them. It was wine, but we drank it like grape juice. The wine wasn't sweet, but that was okay as the cake was sweet. And there was something even sweeter in between. I'm not the type to get drunk, but I couldn't stop smiling that day. It was like someone was playing timpani and xylophones in my head. In fact, I don't remember much after that.

It was cold on the way home. As soon as I got home, I took off my stuffy walker, laid down on the floor, and laughed like a madman. It swung around and hit my shin, but I didn't even feel the pain. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, but my cheeks were hot, red and puffy from the cold wind.

I felt dizzy, precarious, like a piece of paper with a small margin. There were so many things I wanted to do. There were many things I wanted to say. There were many medications I was taking, and many doubts about the things that surrounded me. Walking back from the death wasn't exactly exhilarating. Cold sweat trickled down my muffler. The night view of the city was beautiful. I looked at the night view upside down, like a spider hanging from the ceiling, and saw the fall of the city. Maybe the fall would be mine. These were feelings that would be fine after a bout of tears. I felt like I was losing myself with each person I encountered. So I disliked Ezreal. Maybe I had a crush on him. Or maybe it was love. And so what?

I had done so many terrible things.

I tested him. I craved affection, and when I got it, I walked away. I came back when I ran out of love. I was no great being; I could not give him eternal life by sucking his blood. All I left him with was a terrible scar.

A day of emotion. Days when I can't get them out and they turn into a lump in my throat that burns and flows out of my eyes. On days like that, I had an awful habit of wanting to quit everything. I wanted to give up, but I didn't know what I wanted to give up, and I had no regrets. I just stupidly thought about the font of the name on my tombstone. He and I weren't meant to be. No, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. If God is a transcendent being with proper reason, he should make me miserable.

My pride wouldn't let me accept him. My horrible past wouldn't allow me to accept him. If I was going to spill my guts to Ezreal, it had to be after I'd changed. If not, it had to be when I wasn't me. Maybe I should go back a few years and strangle myself. Yeah. I didn't want to admit it. The moment I admitted it, I would have to deny my existence. Denying an emotion kept me whole, which is why I was afraid of emotions. To admit now that I'd been pouring out those sticky, unpleasant feelings to Ezreal would be like being naked in a clothing store display case. I'd held it in so far; it wasn't that I didn't want him to be famous. Stupidly, with a strange sense of possessiveness, I wanted him to be in my enclosure, but the world outside the egg told me that my illusions were false. Rather, it was I who was stuck inside his cage. The feeling of the world as I knew it expanding excluding me made me uneasy.

I should have kissed him when we were drunk. I'd ask him to forget the past. When this drunkenness was over, I would try to deny these feelings again. Solid feelings that haven't wavered in over a decade aren't going to show up for Ezreal overnight. At least not unless I change on the inside.

#ezreal #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel #lol #lol heartsteel #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #ezreal x reader #lol fanfic #x reader #heart steel

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