#hwei x reader
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Thinking about Ionian men + kinks
CW : Breeding, marking, c/ting, praise, bondage, massage, dacryphilia, manipulation, watersports, public.
Sett - breeding, marking : this man is always so eager to see you dripping and full of his cum, and the thought of you carrying his babies its what gets him off the most, everytime he is deep inside he can't help but babble about how much he wants to make you a mother "m-Gonna' stuff you full and make you a mommy" whenever he is about to cum inside he tends to dig his teeth in your neck, as if getting you pregnant wasn't enough for him already, he wants to show off as much as possible that every part of you belongs to him.
Yone - c/tting, praising : you can't even remember how he managed to convince you to start doing this, it hurted so bad, but the look on his face whenever he makes those delicate and slow cuts in your skin makes it all worth it, and let alone the sweet praises he gives you for behaving so well "Such a good girl, taking it all so well, see? i told you it wasn't going to be so bad" he was so attentive everytime you were doing this, he enjoyed so much the expression in your face everytime you tried to hold in the tears of pain for him, the iron-like smell of your blood. Yone's favorite part was to clean you up and cuddle you up for taking it all so well.
Hwei - Bondage, massage : It all started once he asked you for help for a new "art piece" he wanted to experiment and get off his comfort zone, his delicate hands doing tight knots all over your body "Does it hurt?" "Is it okay like this?" "Tell me right away if you need anything" he was so careful as he roped your body, he didn't wanted to hurt you in any way, he loved so much the way you were so open for him, how much you trusted him to handle your body. Afterwards he would always offer you a massage, his hands were always so warm and soft, you could never say no to him. he loved so much to touch and caress every inch of you.
Jhin - Dacryphilia, manipulation : At first you didn't understand why he treated you so harshly, he would always push you until you started crying, then he would try to comfort you. It was his way to keep you under him, Jhin would always find a way to make you get back to him no matter how harsh he was with you. "Ah, don't cry on me now, it's so annoying- you are going to ruin that pretty face of yours" he would grab your face with force as you cried and he would look at you with such a tender smile, like you are the most precious thing he owns, he adores to see that helpless look on your face whenever you cry to him.
Yasuo - watersports, public : Going out for drinks with Yasuo and ending up having sex with him behind the bar being as loud as you wanted thinking the sounds of the bar would cover you up, it was pretty usual, even more than you would care to admit, he loved so much getting head from you, you make him feel so lightheaded he often forget about everything when you wrap your lips around his length "Can't hold it anymore babe" it's all he would say and you already know it meant he was going to release it all in your mouth, the hot and yellow liquid dripping it all over your neck "Thanks" it's all he whisper say as you allowed him to use you as his deposit of fluids.
I'm finally free, and i wanted to write something quick to celebrate ( •̀ ω •́ )!!!
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✖ Hwei Painting Reader ✖
✖ Hwei Painting Reader ✖
✖ Word Count: 1.5k
✖ Tags: Established R/S
✖ A/N: I've seen all the voicelines and read his content we ARE HWEI LUKAI SIMPS NOW LETS GO BABES!!!!!!!! I still can't believe this took 3 days to write because I kept re-reading and re-writing things to try to make it less OOC.
I also super kin him as a college student in an arts school. Yes my love, lets stay up to 11am rushing an uninspired assignment together surviving off coffee and instant noodles. Oh no am I triggering a school au thought for Hwei.....maybe......
Oh more art student thoughts, I headcanon his paintings to be like Henri Matisse! He is a Fauvist! I know for a fact !This man will use every single color that exists to paint his world just as he imagines it, who cares what his teachers say! That green stripe on his lover's forehead is meant to be there! Fuck the critics!
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You had been sitting here for an hour by now, Hwei telling you how badly he wanted to- No. Needed to capture your beauty in the orange hues of the setting sun.
How inspired he was seeing you walk past the window in his studio as you two returned from a walk. The way the light glows as it hit your hair, how your body silhouetted against the glass, the way the shadows cast on the floor just was so perfect in framing sanctity of the moment.
Slowly Hwei walks over, hands soft as they feel your face. Gently, the tips of his fingers trail down from your eyes to your cheeks and finally stopping at your lips. His three favorite parts of your face, all so important in showing him your emotions. An almost lamentable smile crossing his face as he looks down and walks back to the canvas situated slightly further away. You could usually understand him but, sometimes you wish you could understand what darkness held him back.
" I'm always blessed to have such a masterpiece like you love me. How such beauty flourishes besides my despair."
Hwei pauses, thinking of the right words. His hand rising to rest on his chin as he looks around, everywhere but you.
" It eludes me. Yet, it fills me with such honor at the same time."
Hwei speaks to you soft, voice trailing off as he thinks, slowly nodding. The lightest of pink undertones suddenly rising to his cheeks as he thinks again about what he just said.
Oh how he so dearly appreciates your bright existence in his life. Eyes not daring to meet your own for his heart is already threatening to explode just from that brief touch earlier. Emotions were always such an important part of art, he cherishes how you inspire him this way, just seeing your beauty in the world fills him with image after image to paint and bring to life.
You however, notice anyway, his feelings that he tries to hide away from you. The way the colors in his eyes change, another telltale sign of the way you affect him. Your own cheeks now dusted with the same soft pink on his.
You smile, sitting still on the window sill, a soft glow from the setting sun illuminating you from behind as you watch your lover paint. A sight that never stops amazing you, the way his magic throws colors onto the canvas, mixing together to create such visually stunning images, you were so sure those purples and greens don't exist in shadows yet somehow you know he would make it look like the rainbows were there all along.
" You know I only shine this bright because you care for me so, Hwei."
" Ah... Don't flatter me this way, your beauty is your own. I can never make something that really captures your brilliance on a canvas like this. But alas, I believe I have the skills to at least capture my emotions for you down in this one."
You watch on, another hour had passed. The sun had long set, instead, the moonlight and soft glow of the lamp overhead lights up your partner's features as the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Unable to hold back his excitement as the empty canvas slowly fills up with color and form. His hands gracefully gliding across the scene, you watch how his clothes move around him, how the shadows move on his exposed collar as his arm raises to work. His hair bouncing behind him as he paces around, making sure he views you from every angle, catching all the important details to this moment. His eyes darting back and forth from your form to his canvas. After a while, the finishing touches finally placed, he steps back and gives a relieved sigh. He was usually so hard on himself to create perfection, but when it comes to a portraiture of you, he can't help but agree he made a masterpiece. You were stunning, so anything made in your image was stunning to him too.
" Take a look."
Hwei walks to your side, hand out for support as you held onto it and hopped off the windowsill. He guides you to the canvas, hand gently resting on the dip of your lower back. Eventually he moves to stand behind you, resting his head on your shoulder, arms now around you in a hug from behind. You can feel his anxiety, the silence in the air heavy as you carefully consider his work, a slight tremble in his grip around your waist. Of course, you only have good things to say about it, he's an art prodigy if you've ever seen one. Avant Garde work but undeniably breathtaking. As you finally look at the completed work in front of you, you were pleasantly surprised to see how once again, he left your breathless with just how he sees you.
" I can't lie Hwei, this is amazing. Everything you make is amazing to me I could never wield colors the way you do. To think that this was how you saw me."
As you speak you can feel him heat up against your back, his head slowly tilting down as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. His art of you was just one of the small ways he tries to show you his love.
" Thank you."
He whispers softly into your skin. You giggle softly, reaching up to rest your hand against his. After placing a soft kiss on the corner where your clothes meet your skin, he pulls away to stand in front of you, eyes finally meeting yours as you catch sight of gold flecks floating across his irises. He was so visibly happy to just be here, to see you happy with his work. Hwei takes a deep breath. Calming himself as he looks at you, taking in the sight of you in front of him, you can tell how his thoughts were flooding him as the two of you stood there in comfortable silence before he finally speaks.
" My dear, you bring out the light in me no matter how much it dims.
How you seem to quell that darkness is beyond me. I see so many colors when I'm with you...
The reds of your passionate love, the soft yellow of your happiness when were together, the lingering orange of comfort that you have around me all the time. And that is not even touching the blues and purples when you watch me work with amazement."
Hwei reaches out to you, one hand caressing your cheek while the other reaches around your waist to pull you in. You laugh, watching how his eyes swirl, reds fading into yellows briefly before oranges transform before your eyes into cool blues and purples as he describes you, his usually melancholic smile warping into a warm bright one.
Your heart begins to race, something about how the shadows on his face visibly lighten with his smile, paired with the excitement bubbling out of him as he exposes his precious thoughts to you. How you wish you had a way to capture this moment just as he did by painting you.
He leans forward slowly, resting his forehead against yours as his gaze casts downwards, watching your lips, taking in the curve, the way it moves as they part to breathe. He was just so taken in by you.
" May I kiss you?"
He asks, barely a whisper, somehow still seemingly uncertain in this partnership that you two have had for so long. His gaze slowly moving back up to your eyes as he awaits your answer.
" I am forever baffled by how you always ask first. You know I'd always welcome your love."
You offer him a soft chuckle, the sparkle in your eyes further reassuring him of your sentiments.
You could never say no to his sweet affections, he was always so careful with you, so gentle, so soft. You were but the most precious thing in his life after all, a blindingly bright beacon of hope in his darkest hours. A stunning jewel of ever changing colors in the light of his mundane existence. If the painting that sits at arms length from you is a testament to anything, you knew he was oh so in love with you.
Hwei lets out a small laugh of his own.
" I just like the reassuring comfort of your answer."
As he finishes his sentence, he leans forward, closing that tiny gap between your lips. You smile into the kiss, you can't help it, the feeling of his dry, chapped lips against yours was so endearing. You note to remind him to hydrate later, almost forgetting how he just spent two hours non-stop painting you with fervent passion.
As he pulls away, Hwei holds you closer to him, pressing your body against his in a tight hug. A satisfied sigh escaping him.
" I love you."
" I love you too."
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₊˚ෆ Painter's Dialect
₊˚ෆ I can’t stop thinking about going to art school with Hwei and crushing on him…
₊˚ෆ Because it seems from your first year alone that Hwei has already made a name for himself around the art department as one of the top students praised by professors and students alike. Everyone knows him, or of his works, and it’s hard for you to even express your admiration for the painter.
₊˚ෆ At every student art show, he’s always surrounded by professors and fellow peers without a single opening for you to snatch up your opportunity to start a conversation with him. And every time you steal glances over to him in class, he looks like he's always so hyper focused on his work that you’re too scared to interrupt him for some small talk. That, and he almost always has noise canceling headphones on.
₊˚ෆ It’s so silly to be crushing on someone who probably doesn't even know your name… right?
₊˚ෆ Because despite his outward appearance, Hwei definitely knows who you are– your name, your major, what you like to do on the weekends, which city is your hometown, and your favorite Sanrio character. He’s a little embarrassed by it, but he paid very close attention to every time you spoke during the icebreaker games at the beginning of the term.
₊˚ෆ He’s too nervous to just walk up to you, so he tries to make excuses to have a reason to interact with you. Oh he dropped a piece of his charcoal next to you during figure drawing class, he’ll ask you if you can hand it to him! … Or not… because what if you think he’s weird for keeping the conversation going on beyond “Hey I dropped that, could you hand it to me?” “Oh of course, here you go.” “Thanks.”
₊˚ෆ He’d rather die than have you think he’s a weirdo… and so his abandoned stick of charcoal lays by your foot in silence as he simply pulls out another one from his bag to continue working.
₊˚ෆ After some time, Hwei has come to terms with just admiring you from afar, stealing glances at you as you laugh with your friends, not knowing that while he has convinced himself he has no chance with you, you’re also daydreaming about him. And before you both know it, the term is almost over, and you’re both left wondering if you’ll have the chance to see each other again.
₊˚ෆ Except... he really didn’t mean to overhear your conversation with your classmates about which elective class you were planning on taking next term, and yet here he is signing up for the same ceramics course as you. He’s never thrown clay onto a wheel before, but now he’s swallowing the lump in his throat as you smile at him, asking if he would like some help, and he’s so happy his heart could burst.
₊˚ෆ Little did he know that you were watching him struggle for a few minutes already, silently asking yourself if you should offer him a hand before working up the courage to convince yourself to walk over to him and shoot your shot.
₊˚ෆ Needless to say, after quickly exchanging contact info with you after class, he very calmly walks back to his dorm room, lays down in his bed and screams into his pillow before sending you a little sticker of a bear peeking out from behind a wall and waving cutely.
₊˚ෆ “... Would you like to grab a snack with me after class is over?” He asks you, fidgeting slightly with his fingers. “Oh I’d love to! Do you have any ideas?” But what you don’t know is that Hwei has already picked out a quaint little coffee shop within walking distance from campus, one he knows will be quiet around this time of day, perfect for a date having a leisurely conversation over freshly brewed coffee and pastries.
₊˚ෆ When it’s time for the next student art show, Hwei may or may not have asked the students working in the gallery storage to display your piece next to his as a surprise for you. He also may or may not have created his latest piece with you in mind, but that’s a conversation he knows he won’t be able to have with you without having his face erupt into flames.
₊˚ෆ During midterms, you both spend late nights in the painting studio together where your hands are covered in oil paint, and you yawn sleepily as he helps you scrub your hands with soap in the old sink stained with pigment, his hands keeping yours warm under the cold running water.
₊˚ෆ It’s dark out and the moon is hanging in the sky when you both finally leave the studio, but he always walks with you back to your dorm. “To make sure you get back safe,” he says, but he also wants a few extra minutes with you and your adorable sleepy face.
₊˚ෆ You’re not sure when exactly it happened, but somewhere along the line, the two of you had developed a bad habit of forgetting your things in each other’s dorm rooms. Or at least, that’s what you both tell yourselves.
₊˚ෆ Once he had left his headphones at your place and you returned them to him decorated with cute little stickers of cats– stickers that he never peeled off. And in return, Hwei has a small collection of your things in his drawer, neatly organized for when you promised to drop by after you were finished with your classes, but it seems you left his room without them, again.
₊˚ෆ “I don’t wanna learn about art history, I just wanna draw!” you whine as you lay your head down on the library table, earning a soft laugh from Hwei. You were both studying for an upcoming test, but your notes consisted of little caricature portraits of historical painters scrawled in the margins and funny names for famous pieces written instead of their official titles, making him smile at your antics.
₊˚ෆ When final projects start creeping up on the two of you, you find yourselves staying up into the dead of night as art consumes your minds. There’s no time for proper meals, so it’s just mountains of granola bars, instant noodles and a concerning amount of energy drinks and coffee that get you both through those last few weeks.
₊˚ෆ You fall asleep in Hwei’s dorm room the night before you need to present your final portfolio, your messy stack of drawings now neatly placed in your bag as you sleep soundly in his bed. But don’t worry, his alarm is set for your morning critique to ensure you don’t oversleep, and he has a bottle of cold brew prepared for you in the fridge to make sure you don’t walk into class too zombie-like.
₊˚ෆ The next day, after Hwei is done with his last group critique session, instead of going back to his dorm room, he stops by yours. “Yours is closer,” he yawns as he drops his heavy portfolio case on the floor and climbs in next to you in your bed, snuggling into your arms before sleep quickly claims him.
₊˚ෆ Maybe after you’ve both rested, you’ll plan on celebrating finishing a year of art school together, but for now, you’ll just enjoy the warmth of laying next to Hwei for a much needed afternoon cat nap.
୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - This was so self indulgent... and a few parts may or may not have been based on my own art school experiences, hehe (~‾▿‾)~
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nerdy sub!hwei who is obsessed with you, makes doodles and paintings of your beautiful face. . .he even jerks off with some of them! nerdy sub!hwei who loves being under your orders, from buying you everything you want to sending you videos of him masturbating while whimpering and saying your name like it's a prayer! nerdy sub!hwei who doesn't hesitate when you tell him that you want to fuck right there in the library while he's studying, after all, your word is law. <3
#𖦹 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼. ✮ ⋆ ˙#hwei#lukai hwei#hwei x reader#hwei smut#league of legends#league of legends x reader#sub men#subby boys#I NEED YOU SO BAD SUB NERDY HWEI :<
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I got requested a Hwei X Fem!Piltovian reader. I put it on draft but of course tumblr had to be a lil shit and delete it.
I hope this post will find you,dear person who sent the ask. I sadly don't remember your username...
HWEI X FEM!PILTOVIAN READER
The pen moved on its own on the paper guided by her voice;the tip back on the ink before writing again.
-I don't understand why you wouldn't use your hands to write. Isn't writing a form of art?Why the need to mechanize it?- Hwei questioned her latest invention;his hand picked his brush.
-This way everyone can pour their ideas on paper-
She stopped the device;cleaning the pen tip -I want everyone to be able to create-
Hwei carefully chose the colours for his next piece - A noble idea. You sure have a good heart-
He began painting. Your interest was piqued and stopped to admire him -What are you painting?- She tilted her head at the bright strokes.
-Happiness- He started -The happiness of the ones who can now see the words in their heads becoming real, tangible- He simply answered.
She smiled at herself. This made her keep on working for this dream to be real.
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Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)
Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff :>
Chapter 1: The Color of Love
(part 2 here)
Summary: In the art studio, Hwei and you discover similarities in your works, leading to a mutual fascination. As you observe each other from afar, an unspoken connection begins to emerge. Hwei's assistance with your artwork adds tension, as you both yearn to unravel the enigmatic depths of each other's artistic abilities.
In the hushed sanctuary of the art studio at the Temple of Koyehn, a tiny Ionian island nestled in the embrace of the cerulean sea, Hwei stands before his canvas, brush in hand. Soft sunlight streams through the stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow upon him and illuminating the worn wooden floors beneath his feet.
The delicate hues dances upon his face like whispers of forgotten dreams. His eyes, ever-shifting in color, mirror the emotions that churn within his soul. In this sacred space, where art transcends mere expression and becomes a language of its own, Hwei feels an inexplicable sense of belonging.
His fingertips, stained with vibrant colors, hover hesitantly over the canvas, as if hesitant to disturb the ethereal beauty that his mind's eye has conjured. A symphony of emotions swirls within him - curiosity intertwines with anticipation, while a gentle flame of excitement flickers in the depths of his being.
Hwei's gaze wanders to you, while you are engrossed in your own artistic endeavor. Curiosity sparkles in his eyes as he observes your concentrated expression. Recognizing your commitment to your craft, he admires the dedication and passion evident in your focused brushstrokes.
As Hwei watches, he catches glimpses of the artwork taking shape under your skillful hand. His interest piqued; he finds himself drawn to the subject matter that unfolds before him. With each stroke, you bring to life a scene that echoes the beauty of nature, much like Hwei's own creations.
The air in the studio seems to hold its breath as Hwei and you secretly observe each other in a silent dialogue of curiosity and wonder.
Hwei's heart quickens with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together in this space.
Noticing your intricate details, Hwei's fascination is evident as he gazes at your drawn bridge. He appreciates the craftsmanship, recognizing the sturdy blend with nature. His admiration widens at the skillful portrayal of the water's surface, reflecting vibrant water lilies and creating tranquility. The way you capture the delicate ripples, and the play of light creates a sense of peace, inviting the viewer to immerse themselves in the scene.
Hwei marvels at the lush foliage and attention to detail, bringing the natural world to life. The captivating water lilies, with their delicate beauty and vibrant colors, draw Hwei's attention, appearing almost lifelike on the canvas.
As an invisible force that defies explanation draws him closer, Hwei's heart stutters in his chest. Clearing his throat, he breaks the stillness of the studio with a voice barely more than a whisper.
"You...your art," Hwei begins, his voice trembling with awe.
He takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes locked on your masterpiece. The air between you seems to shimmer with an invisible energy, as if the very essence of creativity has woven itself into the fabric of your hearts.
You glance up from your work, your gaze meeting Hwei's with an intensity that mirrors his own.
What Hwei doesn't know is that you admire him. You have been observing him from afar for some time now and you see him as one of the best artists of your time. The way he expresses his art is breathtaking. But you have the feeling that he is holding back.
He seems to be hiding something.
He paints so beautifully. The inside of his mind must be a terrible place.
You study his work within the walls of your secret art sanctuary. Within the intricate brushstrokes and vivid colors, you discovered a hidden depth in Hwei's art. Yet, a sense of caution lingers within you. The last thing you want is to come across as weird or creepy, especially to someone whose talent and passion you admire so deeply.
As the allure of Hwei's art becomes increasingly irresistible, the secret admiration within you reaches a tipping point. The desire to confront the artist, to express the profound impact his work has had on your own soul, grows too strong to ignore. The time for secrecy and hidden admiration has come to an end.
But the fact that you are studying his art should remain your own little secret - for now.
He finds himself caught in the depths of your gaze, his breath hitching in his chest. You feel a gentle fluttering in the depths of your soul as you meet Hwei's searching eyes, a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him.
His eyes are a light pink with a mix of blue.
"Can I help you?" you ask.
"I... I've been watching you, admiring your work," Hwei confesses, his voice filled with admiration. "Your art is like nothing I've ever seen before. It's powerful, evocative, and it speaks to something deep within me."
A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, a glimmer of appreciation sparkling in your eyes.
"I've seen your art too," you reply, your voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "There's a rawness, a vulnerability to your work that resonates with me. But I sense that there's something you're holding back, something you're afraid to fully express."
Hwei's eyes widen in surprise, his breath hitching in his chest. He had never expected you to perceive the hidden layers of his art, the unspoken emotions he had concealed within his creations.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you realize that you may have spoken too boldly, revealing more than you intended. The desire to confront Hwei directly about your findings in his art was not your initial intention.
"You can see that?" he says, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and relief.
You nod, your gaze filled with understanding. "Art has a way of revealing truths, even the ones we try to keep hidden. And I believe that true artistic growth comes from embracing those truths, no matter how difficult they may be."
Hwei's pulse quickens as your words sink in. The invisible barrier that had held him back, the fear of exposing his innermost self to the world, begins to crumble.
"I've been afraid," he admits. "Afraid of being seen, of being judged, of exposing the rawest parts of myself. But seeing your art, feeling the connection it evokes, I can't help but want to break free from those chains."
"Art is a journey, Hwei," you say softly, your voice carrying a soothing warmth. "The crashing waves care not for who hears their roar, and towering peaks feel no shame in blocking the sun's gaze. So too should you refrain from diminishing your brilliance or talents to appease the discomfort of others. As the deep blue sea and high stone sentinels remain true to their nature without apology, so should you remain devoted to your authentic self without need for pardon."
With his gaze lingering on the canvas before him, Hwei's eyes shift hues like the ever-changing tides. With vulnerability in his voice, he begins recounting the pivotal moment that shapes his journey.
"I find solace in the art form known as paint magic," Hwei begins, his voice carrying a weight of both reverence and caution. "It is a medium that allows me to influence the emotions of those who behold my creations - a power that demands strict control and discipline."
He pauses, his expression clouded with a mingling of regret and longing. "The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint artworks that do? I find myself teetering on the edge of a precipice."
The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.
The weight of Hwei's confession lingers in the air, carried by lingering words. Continuing, remorse tinges his voice. "During a demonstration for the temple masters, I have painted Koyehn's sea. I lost control."
Hwei's gaze falls upon his artwork. He studies the painting intently, his critical eye taking in every brushstroke and detail. The frown on his face deepens, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction with his own creation.
As he contemplates his work, Hwei's attention is diverted by the sight of birds gracefully soaring through the vast expanse of the sky. A wistful expression crosses his face, tinged with a touch of envy for the freedom these winged creatures possess.
Hwei absentmindedly reaches up to play with his hair.
The memory haunts him still, the tempestuous sea of emotions threatening to drown his resolve. "My awakening infuriates the temple masters," Hwei confesses, his voice trembling with fear. "They recognize the potential danger of such unleashed power. While they cannot bear to banish their heir, they emphasize the weight of my responsibilities, the need to temper my abilities."
A shadow of sadness crosses Hwei's face as he recalls the aftermath of that moment. "Haunted yet fascinated by the depths of my own power, I continue to explore in secret, under the cover of night. The fear of my full potential being exposed consumes me.”
Enthralled by the captivating sight of the iris flower beside him, Hwei's gaze becomes fixated upon its exquisite beauty. As his fingers brush against the delicate petals, a palpable sense of melancholy washes over him, causing his heart to sink. The vibrant colors that once adorned the flower begin to slowly fade, as if drained of their vitality by his very touch.
With a tinge of sorrow, he observes as the once-vibrant colors of the iris gradually lose their brilliance, their fading hues catching his attention. The petals, once bursting with life, now appear to wilt and wither, as if in response to his mere touch. Hwei's fingertips, lingering momentarily against the delicate bloom, withdraw instinctively as he realizes the unintended effect his presence has had on the flower's vitality.
Hwei, taken aback by the unintended consequence of his presence, quickly withdraws his hand, as if fearing further damage to the delicate bloom. A mixture of wonder and regret flickers in Hwei's eyes as he turns his gaze away from the fading iris. His gaze meets you again.
"I wish, they would only take as I am. For me, I paint because it makes me feel like someone's listening - or I am finally listening to myself," Hwei admits, his voice etched with longing.
There is a profound sadness in Hwei's eyes, a reflection of the burden he carries. He longs for the day when he can fully embrace his power without the fear of its consequences, when he can share his artistry with the world without reservation. But until then, he remains a hesitant guardian of his own potential, forever grappling with the delicate dance between restraint and liberation.
You listen intently, captivated by Hwei's tale and the depth of his struggle. As the weight of his words settles upon you, you feel a surge of empathy for his predicament.
You think to yourself; Hwei, you cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them, but they do not understand you.
But you would never say that out loud.
There is nothing more intimate in life than being understood.
"Why do you share this with me?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Why do you entrust me with the knowledge of your fears and the secrets of your power? Is there something you seek or hope to find in our conversation?"
Hwei takes a moment to consider your question, his eyes searching your face for a connection. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips, gratitude mingled with a hint of relief.
Nervously, he touches his neck, "I think I fall a little bit in love with anyone who shows me their soul," Hwei whispers, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of longing. His gaze bores into the depths of your eyes, searching for that rawness, that unguarded essence that he so deeply appreciates.
Aware of the challenges you encounter due to your rebellious nature, constantly sketching objects that displease the temple masters, he understands the troubles you face. The thought of your provocative drawings excites him, as he admires your audacity and willingness to challenge the norms. Hwei finds comfort in the fact that you are unafraid to express yourself, even if it means facing consequences.
He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "I have carried the weight of my fears and the burden of my power alone for far too long. But in sharing my story with you, I find solace in the possibility that I am not alone in this world."
Unable to resist the temptation, you finally ask, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "Hwei, would you... would you mind helping me with my artwork? Your skills are extraordinary."
Hwei moves closer, his footsteps echoing softly in the studio.
As you watch Hwei walking gracefully towards you, you couldn't help but be captivated by his exquisite beauty. What caught your attention the most is his stunning teal hair, a vibrant hue that seems to shimmer under the light.
Hwei's hair cascades down in soft waves, framing his face perfectly and drawing attention to his striking features. It was a color unlike any you had seen before, reminiscent of a tranquil ocean on a sunny day.
You notice Hwei's choice of attire - a comfortable loose tunic that drapes effortlessly over his slender frame. The fabric seems to embrace him, allowing for freedom of movement while still maintaining an air of elegance.
In that moment, you couldn't help but admire Hwei's ability to effortlessly blend beauty and comfort.
As he approaches, you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His proximity is both exhilarating and unnerving, stirring a mix of anticipation and unease within you.
Without a word, Hwei gently reaches out, his fingers barely grazing your arm before moving to rest on your hand. The touch is light, yet it sends a surge of electricity coursing through your veins. His touch guides your trembling hand towards the canvas, his movements fluid and confident.
"Let your instincts guide you," he murmurs, his voice as soothing as a whisper. "Feel the brush in your hand, let the colors come alive. I don’t believe that I am of much help, but I can try my best."
Hwei continues to guide your hand, a delicate dance unfolds. His touch is both commanding and delicate, as if he holds the secret to unlocking the depths of your creativity. With each stroke, your apprehension melts away, replaced by a newfound confidence that surges through your fingertips.
During your silent collaboration, Hwei's voice breaks the silence once more.
"I can feel your breath quicken," he says, his voice laced with intrigue. "You're becoming nervous."
His observation struck a chord deep within you, and you realize he has seen through the façade of composure you desperately tried to maintain. Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. The realization that Hwei's presence has stirred such a profound effect on you only serves to heighten your anxiety.
As Hwei senses the nervousness radiating from you, he puts his hands on your shoulder.
With a gentle movement, Hwei turns you to face him, his eyes locking with yours in a soft yet reassuring gaze. He reaches out and takes both of your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.
The connection between you deepens as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a shared rhythm.
"Take a deep breath," Hwei whispers softly, his breath brushing against your ear. His fingertips trace intricate patterns across your palm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
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As the session draws to a close, your artwork now transforms, Hwei releases his hold on your hand. You turn to face him, your voice a mere whisper, "Thank you, Hwei. Your guidance... it's been an incredible experience."
A knowing smile tugs at Hwei's lips as he regards you, his eyes filled with appreciation and something deeper, something you couldn't quite understand.
"You have a talent within you, waiting to be unleashed," he replies, his voice rich with admiration. "Embrace it, and let it carry you to places you never imagined."
Just as you are lost in the flow of creation, a sudden interruption shatters the tranquility. A temple member, dressed in customary robes, rushes into the studio, his face etched with urgency.
"Hwei," the temple member calls out, his voice breathless. "You are needed immediately. An important matter requires your presence."
Hwei's expression shifts, surprise and concern washing over his face. He glances at you, his eyes filled with regret, as if he wishes he could stay longer.
"I apologize," Hwei says, his voice tinged with disappointment. "It seems duty calls. There are matters within the temple that require my attention."
You nod, understanding the weight of his responsibilities. Though a pang of sadness tugs at your heart, you know that Hwei's commitment to his role is unwavering.
"I understand," you reply, your voice filled with understanding. "Your duty comes first."
Hwei's gaze softens as he takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against your cheek. His touch lingers for a moment, as if imprinting the memory of his presence upon your skin.
"I will return as soon as I can," he whispers, his voice filled with a promise. "Until then, continue to let your art speak the language of your heart.”
With a final, lingering look, Hwei turns and follows the temple member out of the studio, leaving you with emotions swirling within you.
And, for a moment, you see the color of love.
In his eyes.
#x reader#league of legends#league of legends x reader#hwei#hwei x reader#hwei league of legends#lukai hwei#hwei the visionary#hwei lol#jhinhwei
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⌜modern!au!hwei x gn!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ A WORK OF ART ❞
❥ prompt: Hwei takes you on a date. But you're not really the 'artsy-fartsy' type.
❥ content/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive language/themes
❥ word count: 668
an;; i swore i would write something for hwei when he came out. i have fulfilled my promise...to myself lol.
"Tell me. When you gaze into this painting. What sort of feelings does it possess you with?"
"I'm possessed with the idea that someone spilled their coffee on it. And to cover it up, tried to wipe it away. But only smudged it around before deciding 'Ah, yes. This was an obvious intentionally stroke of genius. No one will suspect a thing.' And now, I'm feeling like I could go for a latte."
Hwei pauses, pinching his lips to side at your observation. He bows his head, as if coming to an inevitable conclusion. Which was, in fact, your glaring lack of an artistic eye. Still, he lifts a smile, not giving up on the idea that bringing you to a ritzy art gallery wasn't the worst idea he's ever had.
"Surely," he speaks low as to not disturb the other patrons busying themselves with the view, "you must have some inkling of emotion when you see it. Don't you?"
"Hwei," you finally turn, closing the galla pamphlet you were pressed to take. "You're asking an accountant what they think about art. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the price tag. In which case, I feel a sense of remorse for whoever plans to buy it. It's a blank canvas with a coffee stain."
"I'm beginning to think that you might lack just a fine hair of imagination." He bears a soft smile that washes away any nerve you have over his quip. He has a way of making his jests lighthearted and almost poetic. But that never meant he wasn't being truthful. Maybe that's what made him so dangerous to begin with. And that's what made you stall for a breath whenever you were with him.
Lifting an arm, he gestures for you to take it. You do, and allow him to escort you to whatever part of the gallery he wants to try and entertain you with. He's made a point to inspire you, and even mold you into someone who could potentially appreciate the crafts. He's put a lot of faith in potential. And that you could say, was not the most pragmatic way of going about things.
After a slow waltz to the next atrium, he brings you to stand before a chiseled, marble sculpture of a man. Carved with such expression and lines, it wouldn't surprise you if it started breathing. Quitely, you trace the statues body, down the the very detail of what was between his legs. By curve and size alone, you gather the artist didn't want this particular piece to be missed.
"It's giving me a sense of," you breathe in a refined breath for air, twirling a dramatic hand to the lower region. "Phallic."
You think Hwei will try to argue with you. Chastise you for your childish take on fine art. And possibly end the date early from sheer offense. Instead, he covers his mouth from his airy laughs.
"It seems you have a very good eye for these kinds of things. I knew I was dealing with an expert." A hint of amusement lightens the dark circles pressed beneath his sultry eyes. "I may or may not have have been thinking the same thing."
"My turn to ask the questions, then." You clear your throat, mimicking his ornate style of speech. 'Tell me. What sort of thoughts does it possess you with?'"
"I'm possessed with the thought"—he chuckles, closing the gap between your bodies. His lips mere inches away from yours. Whispering the last of his secret—"of how badly I want to kiss you right now."
"Really? In front of a Greek man's marbled penis, surrounded by a room full of voyeurs?" Your fingers take the fabric of his turtleneck, pressing him closer. "I would've never guessed this is what turns you on."
"Oh. You have absolutely no idea." Hwei concludes, quieting your breathy laughs with his lips. It blooms a cascade of warm tones in your chest, and you feel your cheeks bruise an intense hue of pink.
There's a time and place for when you would tell him.
That the way he makes you feel is your favorite work of art.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: League of Legends
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lukai Hwei/Reader, Hwei (League of Legends)/Reader
Characters: Lukai Hwei, Hwei, Hwei (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Smut, One Shot, I'm here so early this dude doesn't even have a tag yet, this is the only lol fic I'm gonna write, Riding, Overstimulation, Begging, Submissive Character, Light Dom/sub, Creampie, Cock Warming, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Marathon Sex, Dacryphilia, Dry Orgasm, ooc probably but I don't care, I just wanna ruin him, is that too much to ask for, Breeding kink if you squint
Summary:
Your lover's eyes turn such a pretty shade of pink when you're intimate.
#ao3#league of legends#hwei lol#hwei league of legends#hwei x reader#league of legends smut#my fic#you get one league smut and one only from me
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A short snippet from my future work.
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Hey hey heyyy im back with another request (im the same anon who requested that yandere morgana piece u wrote, absoutely loved it btw ate it up) and i was wondering if you could write some yandere! Hwei x reader? (fanfic or headcanons is up to you!) maybe the reader is an artist as well and they bond over that? Idk man up to you, also love ur takes on characters ur legit one of the best LoL writers ive seen!!
Btw if you dont mind can i be the 🍊 anon? Ive seen other blogs have their emoji anons and i wanna be one so bad fhdbfh
Hope youre having a nice day!!
Author's Notes: Of course 🍊 anon! I would love to <3
I also got tired of making so many headcanons (believe it or not, I have more saved in my drafts), I'm going to write a one-shot. I hope you like it <3.
I also appreciate that you like my work. It's especially nice to know that there's someone who enjoys what I do besides me.
By the way, I think Hwei is not in the Yandere “tier list” of LoL, so from how I write him and how I see him, I assume that he is a “Normal” type, because his personality reminds me a little of Ayano from Yandere simulator jjjjjjjjjj
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Yandere! Hwei x Fem! reader
Yandere character: Hwei
From the videogame/anime/manga/movie/series: League Of Legends
Case: Mention of stalking, allegation of theft, robbery and kidnapping.
Part: 1 of 1
Warning: Excessive text LOL
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Obedience.
You had heard that word for so long that it was already embedded in your memory. But not in the way most expected.
You hated that word, and for that same reason you almost never hung out with the teachers or students of the temple you went to.
But we are getting ahead of ourselves, we better go to the beginning.
You had been born into a family that had never been close to other nations apart from Ionia, your mother was a strict woman, sometimes bordering on abusive, who always hated temples. Especially religions… Let's say she never had good experiences with it.
And your father, oh your beloved father… He was a saint in every sense of the word. He was kind, a joker… And a smile was always on his face. He had never yelled, in fact even when he was angry, he would just sit in the corner, ignoring everything around him until his mind cooled down.
And, being an only child, your life around them was quite chaotic. While your mother always tried to stay out of her entire family situation—a rather complex issue even for you—your father was the “husband of the house,” so to speak. He was in charge of teaching you both cooking and home care in general, including carpentry and, mainly, the art of home decoration.
He always dreamed of being a great artist, but in his family it was never frowned upon for a man to make the decision to undertake such a complex world of art, because, you know… that's a “women's thing.” But anyway, a lot of things have happened since the last time you talked to your uncles and cousins so… They aren't very important in your life right now.
But do you know that it is important? Where did you study.
Your father insisted a lot on your talent with sculptures and the human form; You really liked making ceramic vases manually, so much so that from the age of 8 you made your first sculpture; It was the strange shape of a dog with small eyes and a giant nose. At the time you barely knew how to paint sculptures, and your father barely knew about sculptures, and the shape of it so… Let's say it looked more like an "alebrije" than a dog with a big nose.
But that was a long time ago, and now the only proof of that memory is the figure on your father's furniture; kept as a beautiful memory.
As time went by your sculptures became more complex; from simple vases for flowers to sculptures with human figures of such a level that, at this point, we could compare them with the statues of Michelangelo.
And your father wanted that talent to be exploited to the fullest. So, after years of arguing with your mother, they both agreed that you should go to the great temple where you would learn about the art.
But there was a small problem, one that was going to haunt you a lot.
You weren't used to how strict that school was.
The first and second day at that school were quite chaotic for you. It wasn't just because it wasn't as you expected, but because everything was very limited.
If you wanted to make art, you had to do it how they wanted, when they asked you to, and how they expected it. However, not only was that not your style, but it seemed like the teachers (especially the principal) always had one eye on you. And only for a few weeks did you endure that strict issue of obedience.
But there was one boy who was particularly kind to you, and he was a young man of always unkempt appearance. His dark circles always stood out on his face, along with his hair that was rarely organized in a linear manner. From the first time he saw you, he felt charmed by the way you expressed yourself; You were good at painting and using magic, but when he saw the ceramic sculptures you made…damn, you really drove him crazy.
But you obviously didn't notice, you were too focused on trying to get along with your surroundings in general that you didn't notice his desperate attempts to get along with you.
However, in the pleasant conversations you had with him, you always saw him as the stereotype of the exemplary boy; someone who dedicated his entire life to his art, to the temple and was admired by everyone for his great talent. You thought he was assured of a great future thanks to his eccentric abilities.
And you, unlike most, learned very well from your mother that you could not let yourself be trampled; especially by anyone you barely knew. So the blood that ran through your veins and the passion for your own art that you kept for so long was slowly being tied to be limited, but with barely strong ropes. It hurt a lot to know that you were in a place that didn't belong to you, it was as if you were a squirrel in the Freljord, or a mouse in a perfume store.
And in the end, when you mentioned all these things to your mother, she didn't take it very well.
—Did you really go through all this while you were in that temple? —She asked, a cigarette between her fingers as she arranged her needles on the table.
You just nodded your head, not looking at your mother at all. The woman, at this, clicked her tongue.
—I knew that those bitches are only good for the basics, they didn't evolve at all —The woman brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a gentle drag —so, do you know something, my child? Send them to hell.
You were used to her bad vocabulary, so much so that at this, you just nodded your head again.
—I know perfectly well that you are not like me, that you want to venture out and learn about “the ways of art” and that I know —The woman moved her free hand in the air, while with the other she only lightly squeezed the cigarette. —, but if you're going to go alone so that that bunch of nuts can do you less, I'm going to get you out even by kicking you in the ass.
Your mother was tough as a chain in the teeth, and you knew that she couldn't last long without making trouble in the temple if there was someone bothering her only daughter. She cared very little if it was a student, a teacher or even the founder of the temple himself —Even though she knows that she died a long time ago— she would go and give her her dose of shit if she messed with the pride of her as a mother.
She advised you to kick their ass if they messed with you, but your father later talked to you about it, advising that you couldn't take all your feelings and thoughts to such an extreme, but that you should think coldly, and not give importance to people that were not to your specific liking, regardless of their social status. You were no less for coming from a family that came from the middle of nowhere.
During your temple walk, you always walked alone, which gave you plenty of time to think about your actions; You had been passive most of the time, however, more than once you let out those classic off-color comments when they already crossed your limit. Words like “Fuck you if you don't like it” or “You're barely able to use colors and you're going to tell me what I have to do?” escaped you in very rare cases.
You entered the less traveled part of the temple, hoping not to encounter those looks that made you uncomfortable. The song of nature resonated in your ears harmoniously, while the sound of the materials inside your bag resonated from time to time.
In the midst of your ramblings, you remembered your lost sculptures, and your forgotten materials; You were not a forgetful pardon, and it seemed strange to you not to find your favorite materials —That were metal, so they were worth a lot of money —, and even though you asked and asked, you couldn't find it anymore, so it depressed you a lot to think that you had lost something that had cost yout parents so much effort, and the mere memory of it caused you to feel that pang in your heart.
Even if your parents said it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, it hurt to know that you had lost one of the most expensive things your parents had cost you to get you.
But it was curious to think what a surprise you would get.
However, you get to hear some noises; without being the whining of baby birds waiting for food or rodents walking in search of food, but rather it resembled the voice of two people talking. You recognized both of their voices, but you thought it wasn't too important to stay there, in fact, you were already planning to go somewhere else when you heard it.
—So that girl, (Name), right?
—Yes, I didn't think you realized that issue.
The second boy's shy voice reminded you of that young man you rarely spoke to, which took you by surprise. Hwei wasn't the type of person to talk bad about someone behind their back, or at least that was the idea you had based on your interactions.
—You don't have to worry, after all it's normal for you to feel attracted to someone —Jhin mentioned, almost in a mocking manner—. So why don't you tell me about her?
You had already noticed the intention behind that interaction, however, after what happened, you thought that maybe you could calm your heart with some sweet words that you weren't meant to hear at that moment.
—Well, she is… incredible —He begins, you hear how the young man sits on a log due to the sound of the hollow wood —, she is beautiful, kind, tender… and her way of expressing her art is so… unique.
You gently leaned your back against the wood, trying not to make any sound. Something in your chest moved abruptly, as if your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in glass.
—I adore her sculptures, I feel that they are the most beautiful thing I have seen —He continues talking, slowly his emotion rose more and more —. I looked sometimes at her work in class or in the room away from her, and they are… beautiful.
—So much so that you had the need to steal them, right?
It was a single sentence, one which echoed in your head for several seconds.
—What are you talking about? —Hwei asks, arranging his hair a little, trying to place several strands behind his ear —. I would never do that.
You didn't hear how Hwei's tone of voice changed, becoming staccato, as his hands clung to his backpack, which he had in his lap.
At this, the other student laughed, almost like a subtle laugh, while his eyes wandered to where your shadow was looming. A mischievous smile forms on his face.
—So, I imagine that the sculptures that are in your room were made by you, right? —He questions, looking subtly into Hwei's eyes—. Or you bought them from her.
Your thoughts slowly formed a thread of the events that had happened. A lump formed in your throat, almost painfully so.
—Or her favorite utensils, she asked me if I had seen them last week, since she had left them near you the last time she saw them —He continued, almost introspectively—, but when I asked you, you only mentioned that you didn't see them that day either.
You shook your head, from the depths of your soul you prayed that it wasn't true, that you didn't have the school prodigy after you in such an extreme way.
—Well, I admit that I have some of her sculptures in my room, but they are the ones that she forgot in class or anywhere! —The pale boy snapped—. And I don't know what you think I did with her utensils, I don't know how to sculpt.
Jhin laughs again, barely audibly now, as if he knew that now he would have to act more vividly.
—And why were they in the box in your room? —Jhin asks him —, it even had remains of dry ceramics. Could it be that they were already used?
Hwei gritted his teeth, while his gaze met Jhin's again.
—That side of you… It's so peculiar. —He smiles —, I thought no one would see it, but you risk being seen in exchange for getting some things from (Name).
Hwei knew that darkness within his soul had awakened since the first day he saw you. And that darkness spread throughout his soul, mind and body, to the point that it seemed to consume all of his heart and mind.
—Your paintings were always warm colors —Jhin changed the subject, the smile disappearing from his face —, they were never about anything specific, but since you met that girl, something changed —He bowed gently in front of Hwei —. If it was about her, you focused on her in a way that made her seem pure, you used colors that highlighted her body or her emotion on her face. But she never looked at anyone —He subtly changed his focus —, she looked at the painter, or she didn't look at anyone, tell me, do you just want her to not look at anyone but you? Do you want her to the point that you don't want her to look at anyone but you?
He remained silent, in such a way that you could feel the weight of the words lingering in the air, causing an almost inexhaustible tension there. It was such that you could no longer hear the song of nature that you longed for so much.
—I won't criticize you, Hwei, you know that I understand better than anyone the dark feeling inside you —Jhin tried to sound empathetic —. And, if you want, I can help you make (Name) yours. I can make her fall in love with you and make that she can never leave you.
The obsessed young man understood how wrong it was to have those thoughts terrifying his mind, but he couldn't stop it, it was a feeling that had already taken root in his heart, and he couldn't tear it out no matter how much he wanted to.
—I can't… —Hwei whispered, his voice breaking —…, I don't want to harm her; She is so nice to me, I don't want to put her through all my feelings.
You heard him sob.
—You're not going to hurt her —Jhin comforts him, a hand running over his cheek —. I know you love her very much, and you notice how others hurt her. But, tell me, don't you think about those people really hurt her? —He subtly wipes away the tear that slipped down her face—. You should take care of those people, you know? So she could express her art as she loves it. Maybe she could even make thousands of statues without anyone to pressure her, and you could “borrow” them for yourself.
You had heard enough, you couldn't stay there for another minute.
However, before you could move, Jhin leaned close to Hwei's ear, his lips close to her loose strands of hair.
—Or you could take it right now, you know? This opportunity is perfect. —Jhin's mischievous smile spreads across his face.
Hwei opened his eyes to her peak, at the same time he heard a rope move abruptly.
And you felt your foot being pulled up, forcing you to hit your face against the ground, causing you to moan in pain.
—Shit. —You whispered, feeling your head spin, a small wound on your head began to make small drops of blood come out.
—That is…? —Hwei whispers, his heart sinking in his chest —(Name)..?
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Today I came wanting to write. I loved how this one-shot turned out, and I hope those who read it do too haha.
I hope to receive more orders if any of you wish, until then, I will be dedicated to my hobbies and my studies.
#yandere#obsessive love#yandere league of legends#yandere x you#poppa thoughs#league of legends#yandere male#yandere lol#hwei#league of legends hwei#hwei league of legends#Yandere hwei#Yandere hwei x reader#x female reader#female reader#x reader#yandere x reader
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MEANT TO BE YOURS | Hwei x FemReader.
Word count : 1,710k.
Tags : NSFW! noncon, yandere, obsessive, blood, marking, coercion, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected and rough sex, slight violence, some kind of somno. (reader is semi unconscious)
“Come on, at least show me one of them! i have posed for so many paintings i haven’t even seen, you know i love your paintings Hwei”
You have been dating Hwei for quite a few months now, he is such a dream. The best of the best, he is caring, romantic, kind, soft spoken and he is always looking out for you and including you in all of his art projects. He is everything you have ever dreamed of, the perfect boyfriend.
He has painted you several times, although he hasn’t ever showed you a single one of them despite how much you have insisted to.
He laughed softly at your request “So impatient as always love, I'll show you once i feel ready to, can you wait a little more for me?” he replied sweetly and patiently, smiling warmly at you as he wiped clean the thin brush in his hands, you could only wonder as you watched him leave the room ready to take this painting with the others, wonder, how he would portray his love for you into his paintings.
“It’ll be just a peek” you think to yourself as you shift awkwardly in your seat “He won’t even notice” the wrong ideas keep invading your thoughts as you begin to slowly get off your seat, you know better than to let down your boyfriends trust. You follow to the room you saw him walk to, slow and steady, careful to not make any sound that would let him know that you followed just behind him.
The slightly parted door was so convenient and perfect for you to take just a quick peek to ease your curiosity.
Too much curiosity can land you in hot water.
The room was filled with paintings of you depicted in grotesque and vulgar situations, paintings of your face and body being profaned, visceral, gory, unnerving, violent. words that could never in a million years describe your heaven-sent boyfriend. Just that small peek was enough to sent you running out of that place holding in the feeling of vomit coming up.
“Shit” Hwei gasped under his breath running to catch you as he hear your frantic footsteps outside the room. “Wait! love- I know you can understand this, please- you are the only one who can” he pleaded for you to hear him, speaking in the same soft tone he always does. grabbing you by the hand, warm and soft as always, he wasn’t being forceful, nothing in him is different, this is your boyfriend.
Seeing him in such a calm state is enough to throw you off even more, were you overreacting?, you always knew he was a bit eccentric when it came to art. “I just love you way too much” his words interrupted your clouded mind, “Everything about you, i want you in every way. I mean it” such lovely words, a pure confession. “I think you are ruining my mind, i can’t- i just- i can’t get you off my head. The more i think about you, the further and further i want to take you.”
“Further?” you questioned in a shaky voice, trying your best to keep yourself composed, maybe this is a misunderstanding, Hwei is the peace and tranquility in your life, things just can’t turn this way in one moment to another. you are in such denial, grasping every small thing to hold on to avoid the reality of the situation.
Just as you asked him, his eyes lighted up, he was so happy to finally open up to you about his desires. “Yes! I mean, we know each other right? I have seen every part of you— almost, every part. I know you physically, i know you emotionally, i want every part of you- i want to know your beauty from inside” his breathing began to slowly get more agitated by every word, tightening his grip on your hand even more, he doesn’t want to let go. “to caress your flesh, to venerate every pumping strand of blood in your body, I want to see the palpitating heart in your chest that allows you to feel for me, i want to be the first and only one to experience everything from you” Hwei spoke as he looked at you in complete adoration.
You stared back at him, frozen by his words, shivering in fear, trying to wrap your head around the fact that your so beloved boyfriend was actually an obsessive freak. You can’t even think about what to respond to that, how to run away, you felt uneasy yet he was trying to act as comforting as always. The whole situation was too much, it began to make you physically sick you have been holding in the nausea for too long, your shoulders began to feel heavier, your feet lighter. “Hwei, n-no” you muttered as you tried to free yourself from his grasp.
“What do you mean no?” his heart broke in that moment. His comforting gaze turned into a threatening one. “Y-You can’t do this to me- I adore you! and i thought you did too!” he grabbed your arm with both hands pulling you to him “We’ve been trough so much together, you can’t back down now- don’t be selfish! You owe me!” Hwei pulled you with such force that your head hit the ground, he adjusts himself to be on top of you. “If you can’t seem to remember that you belong to me i’ll make you remember that forever” the impact made your head punge in pain, you were fighting so much to not give up to your weakened body and dizzy mind to pass out now, a ringing noise overlaying the sound of his voice, you could barely hear his words, you could only feel his weight on you, his hands roaming to your tights bringing them up to your chest, a cold metal sensation piercing trough your left thigh. You hissed at the stinging sensation, the pain it was giving you was enough to help you to stay awake at this moment. “I don’t want to hear you complaining, this is what i get for always being so complaint to you?!” the sharp metal tracing fine cuts on your inner thigh, despite the situation his hand was firm and stable working the fine knife smoothly trough your delicate skin, his intention was never meant to hurt you, he just loves you oh so very much, he wants to carve his name into what belongs to him.
The metallic smell got stronger as the crimson red liquid dripped from the cuts. “Don’t worry love, I'll clean you up just right” Your considerate boyfriend proceeded to take his time as he licked clean the blood in your thigh, such an enticing sight, this is all he wanted all along, he never wanted to take it by force, he really tried to give you a chance. It’s so easy for him to get carried away when you are in such vulnerable state, you have no strength to move or even to protest, you could barely see but oh you can feel still. His tender hands tracing the lines of your panties under your skirt as he began to take them off you, slowly, hesitant to give to his hunger and desire, hesitant to take advantage of your state, embarrassed and guilty to be aroused by the sight of your blood and vulnerability.
His warm tongue going slow around your folds, the savour of your blood resting on his tongue mixing with the taste of your wet cunt was enough to drive him crazy and make him regret not doing this earlier to you. Taking his sweet time, tasting every inch of your now dripping core, he knew every part of you, he knew exactly how to make you feel just right. “I’ve never seen you so wet before, so you are enjoying this after all?” the vibration of his voice between your legs was making it harder for you to not enjoy this, you flinched your face as a way to protest but no matter how hard you tried to fight the feeling of pleasure, your body couldn’t hide it. Your breathing began to get hot and heavy, your nipples showing your arousal and your clit was begging to be touched. Your arousal was being pent up and Hwei knew this very well as he sit up to align himself to your entrance. His twitching cock already dripping in pre-cum as he begins to rub his tip into your folds, not being able to hold himself anymore, he forces his dick into you. “Fuuuck— so tight” he breathed out in pleasure, your fright and uneasiness wasn't allowing you to relax, making your walls to contract around him, giving him an unimaginable pleasure.
He wanted this moment to last forever this was just as he always fantasized. His length pushing deep into your cramped walls, you could swear you were going to break in two, he was hitting so deep inside, hard and frantic as he chased for his own climax, not caring in the slightest about the hot friction that was hurting you so bad and made you bleed, you cried in pain for him to stop, your pleas and cries was the cherry on top, it only made his cock twitch in pleasure as he lost total control of himself spurting inside of you.
Feeling his warm liquid drip from your insides was the last piece to make you crumble, you cried in exasperation, you lost complete control from yourself.
Hwei couldn't get enough of this view, it was almost as perfect as he portrayed in his paintings, a new side of you that only he could see, a side that he created and that would never break you two apart.
With two fingers Hwei pushed the dripping cum inside of you. “Don't let it waste, mhm?” he cooed with a warm and comforting tone, as he then caressed your face with his free hand, wiping away your tears, shushing your cries. “Don’t you ever dare to run away from we again, we are meant to be together and I’ll make sure you always have that present”
#🦀.mywork#🍎.hwei#hwei x reader#hwei x reader smut#league of legends x reader#league of legends smut#lol smut#hwei dead dove fic#hwei smut
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ੈ♡₊˚•. Slumbering Garden
➳❥ Pairing - Hwei x gn! Reader
₊˚♡⋆˚ Summary - Hwei's sleepless nights are constantly plagued by you, the object of his desires.
.°˖✧˚ Content - 1k words of extremely flowery and romantic rambling. Centered mostly around Hwei's thoughts. One (1) suggestive paragraph if you squint.
So this is love?
It's different from how Hwei imagined it would be. In fact, you're different from what he first thought you'd be.
But perhaps that’s not such a bad thing.
Because when it comes to your eyes, he's been wondering if anything else in the world could possibly compare to them. Your voice echoes when you're not around, hauntingly beautiful as it stands comparable to the melodies of even the highest praised musicians in all of the land. And when he’s able to finally savor your name on his tongue, he believes it’s exactly what the nectar of the gods must taste like. Drunk on just the mere thought of you is what he is, but he’ll never let you know.
Instead, he’ll quietly search for stones and gems that could match even a fraction of the joy in your eyes so that he might keep them in his pocket and gaze at them in place of stealing glances at you. Then he’ll seek out a silent songstress, begging for her to play another song, another ballad, another tragedy— anything to distract him from the sweet sound of your voice that follows him everywhere, even in his dreams.
Despite his efforts, he remains the same love drunk fool he wishes to bury deep within the ground. And although he wants to loathe the way you’ve invaded his mind and created a home for yourself there, he doesn’t have the heart to stop sipping on the sweet taste of adoration as it dances on his tongue. Everyone has their vices after all, and he is evidently no different.
Maybe in another life, you'd be just another passing ghost to him like the thousands of others who had left only foggy memories of themselves behind. But this is now, and you aren't a fleeting figure who would so easily disappear once he closes his eyes for the night. Instead, you linger and remain in the deepest corners of his mind, refusing to let him rest.
“You've been lacking sleep,” you pipe up one day. “What's wrong?”
With a sluggish wave of his hand, he aims to put an end to your worries, but your eyes linger on his tired face.
It's soft, the way your concern brushes against his skin so tenderly. Of course you didn't mean to send a shiver down his spine— how could you know what exactly your words mean to the painter? If only you knew the depths and inner workings of his mind— the constant streams of thought, the tumbling and churning of his worries, and the little sanctuary that houses every thought and memory pertaining to you.
But you don't know, and you can't possibly know just how much Hwei looks at you, or thinks about you, or how his mind is utterly consumed by you. The warm feelings that bubble up in his chest and threaten to pour out from his beating heart can’t be said— at least not in the daylight.
Only at nightfall can he share every waking thought while swathed in the comforting glow of the full moon. Silvery light greets him as if he is an old friend, and that much is enough to allow him to relax under the watchful gaze of the moon’s shadow. Rambling to his only audience, his words are tangled and clumsy as he trips over himself foolishly over and over again in the same nightly routine. He thought he’d be used to it by now, but every single time, he’s at a loss for words, grasping at straws and coughing up petals as he chokes out all the bits of his soul he swallowed down during the daytime.
He speaks of you so gently, so sonorously that he almost feels embarrassed as the moon hangs there in the dark sky, listening to him silently with keen ears and an open mind. All of his honeyed and rosy words are carried off into the night, but it’s only a matter of time before the sound of a tired sigh and a soft giggle reaches his ears and he’s covering his reddening face.
How has it come to this in the first place? He can only wonder.
Although the flowers that had blossomed from his lips during the night twinkle under the encouraging moonlight, by dawn they had withered and faded away without a single trace, swept away with the darkness that died as the sun rose.
The moon had whispered to him before she faded from view, suggesting that a garden would spring up underneath his feet should he continue locking his heart away with each passing night. Her shadow, however, remained to comfort him quietly for a few more moments before he, too, retreated as the first rays of sunlight descended.
Only the scent of the flowers remain as it kisses Hwei’s skin in an apology for not lasting just a bit longer. It was almost taunting how it felt more like a burning reminder of the words he choked back each time he spoke to you.
And just like that, another day had marched in, chasing away the sleep that he so desperately longed for and leaving him with only dark circles under his eyes as a reminder of his costly price of love.
If only for just one night could the thought of you so kindly escape his mind, then perhaps he might hope and beg for a future where he could give you a night of sweet dreams in return. Maybe then, the flowers that only bloomed in the moonlight would finally show themselves to you as tiny red roses decorating your skin, glowing in the warm morning sunlight.
He can so clearly imagine your soft laugh reserved only for him when you return the favor, pressing flowers of your own to his face and neck. Should that day ever come, he’s sure he can die a happy man. But until then, he will continue to chase sleep, hoping and praying that the sweet visions of you will fade away so he may finally rest.
But alas, obsession keeps the mind awake, and yet it is those who never sleep that dream the most, he's learned.
୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - In all seriousness, my sleep deprived mind just went brrrr so I apologize if this doesn't make sense (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
#hwei x reader#hwei#gn reader#league of legends x reader#‧₊˚✩彡 miya writes#...did you catch the references to other characters in this one...? i kept it kinda vague for the vibe of this fic hehe
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omg! I just wanted to thank y'all for the support and reception that hwei and yone's mini writings had, I'm new at writing stuff like that, but it means so much to me. (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡
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A new Viktor x Reader x Hwei fic is already in the process!
#league of legends#arcane#riot games#arcane netflix#arcane league of legends#arcane viktor#viktor#hwei#league of legends hwei#league of legends viktor#MetalFairyPosts
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Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)
Warnings: small injury
Chapter 2: The Hidden Canvas
(part 1 here)
Summary: Hwei stumbles upon your secret art place, finding art books that showcase artwork resembling his own. This discovery leads him to realize that you have been studying his work. Simultaneously, you come across Hwei's secret art pieces, exposing a remarkable and dark talent within him. As the sun sets, a conversation between you and Hwei unfolds, initially filled with concern but escalating into an argument.
The hot golden sand shifts beneath Hwei's feet as he treks through the ruins, brushing aside low hanging vines and crumbling walls. Sweat gathers on his brow in the afternoon heat, but he presses on, driven by a singular goal - to find you.
The ruins, once a grand testament to opulence and extravagance, now stand as a faded testament to the passage of time. Ornate carvings adorn the crumbling walls, their intricate details fade and wear, barely recognizable. Delicate plasterwork, once a showcase of artistic prowess, hangs in tatters, revealing the skeleton of the structure beneath.
Hwei steps further into the ruin, his footsteps echo through the desolate halls, a melancholic symphony of solitude. The remnants of what were once grand chambers and lavish salons now lie in ruins, their faded grandeur whispering tales of a time long past.
The ceilings, once adorned with elaborate frescoes, lose their luster, their colors mute and fade with the passage of time.
Chipped and cracked mirrors, remnants of a once luxurious vanity, reflect a distorted image of Hwei as he passes by.
Nature begins to reclaim the space, with tendrils of ivy and moss intertwining with the remnants of the architecture. Vines snake their way through broken windows, casting intricate shadows on the worn marble floors below.
It is as if the ruin itself becomes a living canvas, merging the beauty of nature with the faded splendor of human creation.
Hwei knows that you have a secret place, a sanctuary where you pour your heart and soul into your drawings. He believes that he will find you there, lost in the depths of your artistic expression. He can barely wait to show you his latest art idea.
Over the past months, the two of you have formed a close bond through sharing your works in progress, debating techniques late into the night by the light of the moons. You understand each other in a way few others can.
Yet as Hwei picks his way deeper into the ruins, he finds no signs of life. Only your discarded paintings from past sessions remain - landscapes, portraits, glimpses into vibrant imagined worlds. Your attention to detail astounds him, as it always does.
In the corner of the room, Hwei stands, his gaze fixated on the artwork studies and meticulous notes spread out before him.
The atmosphere is filled with a sense of abandonment, as if time has forgotten this place. The room is dimly lit, with shards of sunlight piercing through cracks in the worn-out wooden shutters, casting golden rays upon the dusty air. The air itself carries a musty scent, a reminder of the forgotten years.
As Hwei examines the studies, his eyes sparkle with delight. You have taken the time to study his art, to delve deep into the intricacies of his creations. He feels a surge of gratitude and validation, knowing that his work has resonated with another soul. It is a rare and cherished feeling, as if he has found a kindred spirit in the realm of art.
With gentle fingers, Hwei picks up a notebook filled with meticulous sketches and annotations. The pages are worn and aged, evidence of the countless hours spent in thoughtful contemplation. Each stroke and line captures the essence of his art, the emotions, and stories he seeks to convey.
Hwei's eyes wander across the room, and his gaze falls upon a stack of sketchbooks tucked away in a dusty corner.
With anticipation, he reaches out and pulls one of them towards him. These are the studies of his artworks that he has never shown to his temple masters, the hidden pieces that represent his unfiltered desires and untamed creativity.
As he flips through the pages, Hwei's heart sinks. Each sketch holds a glimpse into a world of imagination that he has kept locked away.
These are the art pieces that are deemed too unconventional, too unrestrained for the watchful eyes of his masters.
Hwei's eyes flicker across the room, drawn to a glimmering display of well-crafted jewelry nestled amongst the art and sketches. With cautious curiosity, he approaches the collection, his fingers trembling with anticipation and intrigue. Each piece is a testament to the skill and dedication of its creator, someone who pours their heart and soul into the art of jewelry-making.
As Hwei lifts a delicate necklace, he marvels at the intricate design and the meticulous attention to detail. The craftsmanship is exquisite, capturing the essence of nature's beauty in every shimmering gem and carefully wrought silver. He can feel the passion and dedication that goes into creating each piece, a resonance that echoes his own artistic journey.
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Meanwhile, you cautiously enter Hwei's room, your heart racing with a mix of curiosity and worry. You also have been searching for him.
Upon adjusting to the gloomy atmosphere, your eyes are immediately drawn to a large canvas placed against the wall.
The artwork before you is a revelation, a powerful testament to Hwei's talent. It is unlike anything you have seen before, an embodiment of surrealism that both fascinates and unnerves you.
The canvas depicts a haunting forest, its trees swathed in shades of black and grey that seem to devour the light around them. The atmosphere is heavy with an eerie stillness, and the clouds overhead are painted in dark blues and purples, casting a sense of foreboding. It is as if the darkness itself has taken physical form within the artwork.
Your gaze follows the brushstrokes that reveal a glimpse of sunlight penetrating the dense foliage. But even the rays of light are tinged with darkness, painted in shades of orange and red, as if symbolizing a raging inner fire. The contrast between the somber trees and the fiery light creates a chilling atmosphere, as if the very essence of Hwei's inner turmoil has been captured on the canvas.
To your surprise and shock, hidden among the twisted branches and shadows are barely visible demon-like creatures. Their distorted forms and malevolent presence send a shiver down your spine.
The details are so vivid, yet subtly hidden, as if they are meant to be discovered only by those who dare to venture deeper into the artwork's eerie depths.
The demon-like creatures, once mere brushstrokes on the canvas, begin to stir. Their twisted forms contort and writhe, as if they are breaking free from the confines of the artwork. Your eyes widen in horror as their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, fixate on you.
Panic sets in as you realize they are no longer confined to the world of art; they are now tangible.
The first demon, with elongated limbs and a hunched posture, scuttles towards you on all fours. Its cracked, pale skin is stretched taut across its skeletal frame, revealing sinewy muscles that writhe beneath. Its face, contorted into a grimace, holds eyes that burn like fiery coals, casting an eerie glow upon its surroundings. Jagged teeth, sharp as razors, jut out from its deformed mouth, dripping with a viscous, black ichor.
Another demon, with a grotesquely elongated neck and a face that resembles a twisted visage of anguish, floats eerily above the ground. Its elongated limbs end in razor-sharp claws that scrape against the floor, leaving deep gouges in their wake. Its translucent, ethereal form seems to flicker and distort, as if it is constantly shifting between dimensions. Hollow, empty eyes peer out from sunken sockets, devoid of any trace of humanity.
Suddenly, one of the demons lunges forward, its grotesque hand wrapping around your trembling arm with a vice-like grip. The sensation is horrifyingly real, as if their malevolence has transcended the boundaries of paint and canvas. Despair and terror grip your soul as you struggle against the demon's relentless pull.
With a surge of adrenaline, you summon every ounce of strength within you and manage to wrench your arm free from the demon's clutches. The sensation of liberation is accompanied by a surge of relief, but the horror is far from over. Without looking back, you sprint away from the painting, each step echoing in the room.
Glancing over your shoulder in anticipation of the pursuing demons, an eerie sight greets your eyes.
The painting remains motionless, as if frozen in time. The demons, once animated and menacing, are now still, their malevolence trapped within the confines of the artwork.
You stand there, your heart pounding, trying to comprehend Hwei's artistic expression. You have never known him to delve so deeply into the macabre or to conjure such haunting imagery. It is a revelation, a glimpse into a side of him you had never imagined existed.
In that moment, you understand that Hwei possesses a talent that reaches far beyond what you had previously believed. His ability to capture the darkness and transform it into art is both unsettling and mesmerizing.
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As you venture back to your secret art place, a secluded haven where you can immerse yourself in your creative process, you are taken aback by an unexpected sight. There, standing amidst the vibrant artworks and sketches that adorn the walls, is none other than Hwei himself.
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realize that Hwei has stumbled upon your collection of art studies, meticulously crafted to capture, and understand the essence of his creations. You never intend for anyone, especially not the artist himself, to discover your private exploration of his art.
Hwei examines the sketches with curiosity and intrigue. It is as if he can see the depth of your admiration and the effort you have put into unraveling the secrets of his work. The vulnerability of having your hidden passion exposed makes you feel exposed in turn.
For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Breaking the silence, Hwei's voice carries a hint of surprise and gratitude.
"You honor me by studying my art," he says, his tone tinged with disbelief. "But I must confess that I do not believe I deserve such admiration."
You pause for a moment, taking in his words before responding. "Hwei, your art is nothing short of extraordinary," you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. "The way you bring your visions to life, with vibrant colors and captivating imagery, it is truly remarkable. You have a gift, and it deserves all the admiration it receives."
"I appreciate your kind words," he murmurs softly. "But sometimes, I cannot help but feel that my art falls short of the beauty I envision in my mind."
Hwei turns around, his eyes scanning the walls of your secret room, filled with artworks and inspirations.
He poses a question that lingers in the air, "Don't you feel lonely living in your own little world?"
A smile graces your lips. "Don't you feel powerless living in other people's worlds?" you reply softly.
His brow furrows in curiosity, and you continue. "Art, in all its diverse expressions, holds a captivating allure for us as human beings. We are instinctively drawn to music, poems, quotes, writing, and visual art because, at our core, we yearn for companionship. We possess an intrinsic desire to escape the clutches of solitude. We seek solace in the knowledge that we are not drifting into the depths of madness alone, but that there are others who comprehend the intricate nuances of our emotions. The profound connection that art fosters satiates our hunger for assurance, affirming that our thoughts and emotions are shared by kindred spirits."
"Hwei, I stumbled upon your secret artwork in your room, and I must say, it's truly beautiful. The way you bring your artistic visions to life is awe-inspiring. But... I can't ignore the sense of unease that it evokes in me. There's something dangerous hidden within your art, something that makes me worry about you."
Caught off guard by the expectation that you would understand and appreciate his creations without reservations, Hwei's expression hardens as he listens to your words. His voice carries a hint of anger as he responds, "You are supposed to understand, to appreciate the depths of my art. It's not just about beauty; it's about expressing the complexity of emotions and experiences. Can't you see the power and meaning behind it?"
The conversation quickly escalates into a heated argument, with your emotions colliding like waves in a stormy sea.
Hwei's frustration and disappointment fuel his words, while your concerns and fear make your voice tremble. Your once harmonious exchange of ideas turns into a clash of conflicting perspectives.
In the heat of the moment, Hwei's control over his paint magic falters. Unintentionally, a surge of colorful energy bursts forth from him, colliding with you. The impact sends you stumbling backward, pain radiating through your body.
Hwei's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what he has done. "No! I... I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammers, rushing to your side. His anger quickly transforms into guilt and remorse, his hands trembling.
Through gritted teeth, you manage to speak, your voice strained with both pain and disappointment. "Your art is undeniably captivating, but there's a darkness within it that I can't ignore. I wanted to understand, to support you, but I never expected it to lead to this. We need to find a way to control your power before it causes harm to others."
Burdened by guilt, Hwei feels the weight of the pain he has unintentionally caused, prompting a surge of remorse. Overwhelmed by the situation, he harbors an intense desire to distance himself, believing it best to leave you and prevent any further harm.
But before he can voice his thoughts, you look into his eyes, your voice filled with determination and an unwavering love. "Hwei, I want you. All of you," you say, your words cutting through his guilt. "Your flaws, your mistakes, your imperfections. I want you, and only you."
He kisses you. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needs that breath you are holding.
He knows he has no right to touch you, to crave you like air, but he does both. And when he puts his mouth on yours, he recognizes the taste of you, as if you have been made just for him.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Hwei's hand found its way to your cheek, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin. The touch ignited a spark within you, sending waves of electricity coursing through your body. The softness of his touch contrasted with the fervor building between you, intensifying the desire that burned within.
With a whisper against your lips he says, “I never used to let people come too close. But then there was you, that came in and settled in the depths of my soul.”
Feeling the magnetic pull between you, you close the remaining distance, your lips meet in a passionate and hungry kiss. The world around you fades away as your mouths move in perfect harmony, exploring each other with fervent desire. The taste of Hwei, sweet and intoxicating, consumes your senses, leaving you craving more.
With his hand still cupping your cheek, Hwei tightens his grip, drawing you closer and intensifying the intimacy of the moment. His other hand finds its way to the small of your back, drawing you tightly against his body. The sensation of his warmth against your skin sends shivers of ecstasy cascading through you, igniting a fire that burns with an insatiable hunger.
"My biggest fear," Hwei whispers, "is that eventually, you will see me the same way I see myself."
You bury your face in his shoulder as he holds you. All that you could think is that you need him. You need his arms around you, need him to hold you and whisper that you would find a way to be together.
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While walking back to the Koyehn temple after your argument, a soft silence envelops the air. The tension between you slowly dissipates, and without saying a word, your hands find each other, intertwining gently. The moonlight casts a gentle glow upon both of you.
In that moment, you turn to Hwei, your voice laced with vulnerability. "I am scared of the love I have for you," you confess, your words carrying the weight of truth. "Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it."
As you find yourself gazing up at the vast expanse of the night sky, the twinkling stars above serve as a gentle reminder of the intricate dance of love that unfolds within the human heart. The eternal beacons of light, scattered across the celestial canvas, evoke a sense of both awe and contemplation.
In the presence of those luminous specks, you can't help but ponder the origins of our existence. A whisper of wonder escapes your lips as you wonder if, in some cosmic design, humanity might trace its roots back to the stars themselves. The concept of being made from stardust resonates deeply within you, igniting a spark of connection to the vastness of the universe.
However, as you reach the temple's entrance, a figure stands in the shadows, patiently waiting. There is something unsettling about his presence, a feeling that sends a shiver down your spine.
You should have listened to your feeling.
#hurt/comfort#x reader#league of legends#league of legends x reader#hwei#hwei x reader#hwei league of legends#lukai hwei#hwei the visionary#hwei lol#jhinhwei
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LEAGUE OF LEGENDS MASTERLIST
Machine Herald [Viktor]:
Snuggles
Cold
Wintery stuff
Birthday
Cuddly moments
Machine Herald x vesani!reader
Viktor with an assistant who's into him headcanons
Shieda Kayn:
Bees
Kayn x fem vampire!reader
Kayn with a battle feral s/o
Jax:
Starry night
Wintery stuff
Winter special - Scarf
Cuddly moments
Sleepy cuddles
Jayce:
I'm all yours,not going anywhere
Zed:
You have a good heart
Debonair Zed with a Gothic Lolita S/O
Aphelios:
How about a kiss?
SB!Aphelios x Fem!Winter blossom
Heartsteel!Aphelios x figure skater!S/O
You're stunning
Nasus:
Books
Nasus with explosives specialist S/O
VI:
Superhero!Vi -Saving a life
Cheater Vi
Akali:
Reader meets crime city!Akali
Reader meets crime city!Akali part 2.
KDA akali meets reader's child
Reader Vs Akali
Evelynn:
Reader Vs Evelynn
KDA Evelynn meets reader's child
Reader asks to touch Evelynn's "tails"
Spirit Blossom Evelynn x reader
Coven Evelynn and Siren!Reader
Evelynn with a S/O that can't feel pain
Sugar rush Evelynn with a short S/O
Sejuani:
Sejuani with a s/o good at stealing things
Firecracker Sejuani with s short S/O
You can't leave without letting me hug you first
Zyra:
Zyra with a s/o good at stealing things
Haunted Zyra with invisible reader
Elise:
Elise with a s/o good at stealing things
Stargazing was a good idea
Elise s/o taking a hit for her
Blood Moon Elise with an invisible reader
Ahri:
KDA Ahri meets reader's child
Reader Vs Ahri
Reader asks to touch Ahri's tails
Spirit Blossom Ahri and Siren!Reader
Ahri with a S/O that can't feel pain
SG Ahri enemies to lovers
Ahri s/o taking a hit for her
Arcade Ahri with an invisible reader
Kai'sa:
KDA Kai'sa meet reader's child
You can't leave without letting me hug you first
Karthus:
Karthus S/O taking a hit for him
Hwei:
Hwei x fem!piltovian reader
Jhin:
Jhin S/O taking a hit for him
Project Jhin with a Gothic Lolita S/O
Seraphine:
KDA Seraphine meets reader's child
KDA Seraphine and Siren!Reader
Reader wants to sing with Seraphine
Viego:
Viego x unicorn princess!reader
Viego S/O taking a hit for him
Viego with a battle feral s/o
Vex:
General Vex headcanons as a partner
Vex headcanons as a wife
Sett:
Big bro Sett
Sett with explosive specialist S/O
Thresh:
Thresh with explosive specialist S/O
Lissandra:
Lissandra with a S/O that can't feel pain
Miss Fortune:
SG Miss fortune enemies to lovers
Miss fortune s/o taking a hit for her
Jinx:
SG Jinx enemies to lovers
Hecarim:
Hecarim meeting his S/O
Hecarim with a battle feral s/o
Morgana:
Blackthorne Morgana with a short S/O
You can't leave without letting me hug you first
Tahm kench:
High noon Tahm Kench with a Gothic Lolita S/O
Yone:
Yone and his daughter
Poly:
Kda girls married to one lucky man
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