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puffcap-factory · 1 month

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It all started with a missing guitar pick...

(Heartsteel Kayn x reader)

Heartsteel!Kayn x gn!reader; fluff, crack, very lighthearted.

There are also other heartsteel members appearing in the story.

It’s basically playful teasing and banters turn into an unexpected romantic situation.

Notes:

Going through the Ionian lore got me so sad so I decided to make a heartsteel fic to cheer me up instead. Featuring the chaotic, sexy boy, Kayn! I didn't think too much for the title so it is what it is hehe

As always, I hope you enjoy! :D

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You were comfortably seated on the emptied floor carpet, where you had moved the clutter aside to make space for you, twiddling with the strings of the acoustic guitar using the newly-found pick you discovered on the practice room's floor. With earphones in one ear, connected to your phone, you were engrossed in a guitar chord tutorial video for your latest favorite song. You began to follow the instructions of the video to practice when–

Bang!

The door blew wide open.

"Kayn – oh, come on, are you really going to make such a fuss over this little guitar pick of yours? Just use another one!" Ezreal's voice was filled with exasperation as he tried to reason with the magenta-haired guy next to him.

"You don’t understand," Kayn grunted in response, his attention shifting as he noticed you sitting casually with the guitar in hand. "That one's thinner; I need it for our next practice. It suits better for – oh."

Kayn's gaze zeroed in on your hand holding the pick as he made his way towards you, his eyes narrowing.

"Hi there, y/n!" Ezreal greeted you with a wave, but Kayn's focus was solely on you now, he then crouched in front of you.

"So..." he observed your hand holding the pick. "Seems like the co-manager has taken my precious pick, hmm?"

Yes, you had been working as a co-manager, helping Alune with her job. Though you preferred to stay out of the limelight, keeping your work behind closed curtains, which meant you weren't seen by the public too often.

Now that the day was almost over, you had headed into the instrument room – more like a storage room due to the immense clutter – to tend to your own curiosity of learning how to play a guitar.

Looking up at Kayn, you couldn't help but smile somewhat innocently in response to his accusation.

"See, it's not lost - oh, damnit!" Ezreal stopped, checking his wristwatch. "K'sante had asked me to pick up the pizza for dinner! Be right back!" With a blink, he was gone, leaving the door wide open.

Kayn, who grunted a little and turned his head slightly to glance at Ezreal, now redirected his attention back to you, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, luckily, I found it first, before it got swallowed by the floor, right?" you grinned, pausing the tutorial video. "Besides, I think we used to have a whole box of these. Where are the others, Kayn?"

Lost. Accidentally thrown away. Lost again. Kayn's frown deepened, indicating that he had not been the best keeper of those picks. You couldn't help but tease him with a playful smirk.

"Well, that's a problem for another day. Now, how about you give it back to me nicely..."

You decided to tease him more, challenging him as you set back into position to strum the guitar and continued practicing, practically ignoring him. Kayn let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings.

“Wait, wait – what is that?” He scoffed, his eyes fixed on your strumming. He definitely had a comment on your guitar technique.

You glanced up to him, stopping on your tracks. “What.”

He snickered, a hint of playful mockery in his tone. “That’s not how you play it.”

“I was just following –,” you tried to give him a reason, but paused as you think of a better idea. “Fine, oh my mighty guitarist, teach me.” You said with a teasing smile, putting down your earphones on the floor.

Kayn couldn’t help but smirk at your playful challenge – or flattery, perhaps. Regardless, he settled on the carpet beside you, holding out his arms. “Guitar and the pick, please.”

You looked at him with a mischievous grin, not budging from your position with the guitar and pick in hand. He groaned in response, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to take that and run away, come on.”

You chuckled. “Fine, fine,” you finally relented, handing the guitar and the pick to him. He huffed as he shifted over to sit closer to you, reaching over to gently take the guitar and pick from your hands. “Let’s start with the basics.”

He showed you the basics at first, demonstrating the proper way to hold the pick and how to strum gracefully across the strings. Your gaze flickered between his fingers and his face, noticing the rare seriousness that overtook his usually chaotic demeanor. You find this side of him actually cute, and you couldn’t help but admire the view.

He glanced back at you when he realized that your eyes were somewhat more focused at his face rather than his hands, with you smiling amusedly towards him.

“Are you even focusing?” He asked, his voice rough, in contrast to a tint of blush on his cheeks, slowly appearing.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his question, feeling a warmth spread through you at his bashful expression. "Of course I am," you replied, trying to hide your own amusement. "Just taking in all of your expert advice."

He rolled his eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Right, expert advice. Well, let's see if you've been paying attention," he teased, handing back the guitar and the pick to you.

You shifted your positioning as you began to practice the movements he told you on the guitar. You were going smoothly, until you stumbled into a trickier part of the technique he had just shown you. “Wait, how’s the chord finger positioning again?” You lifted your head to look at him, your left fingers desperately moving on the fretboard, trying to find the right strings to press.

“Yeah, paying attention all right…,” he sighed softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

“Hey– ” you were going to protest, but he leaned forward, lifting his own hand to adjust your left fingers, guiding them to the right strings and frets. His touch was gentle yet firm, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the closeness between you two. Your heart began to race in your chest as you tried to focus on the lesson, but this somewhat sudden intimacy was pretty hard to ignore.

You glanced towards your left hand, trying to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks, but it was futile. When you looked up, you caught Kayn's gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else. He noticed your attempt to conceal your reaction and smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, although he did not make any comment whatsoever. The air between you seemed charged with an unspoken tension, both of you aware of the shift in dynamics.

“Right, thanks,” you managed to say, clearing your throat to mask your sudden shyness.

"Anytime," Kayn replied, his tone cool as he tried to shrug off the sudden tension.

You continued to play, feeling his gaze on you as you struggled to focus. The tension in the air was palpable, and it made it difficult for you to concentrate on the notes. Your fingers fumbled, the music turning into a jumbled mess, and you were getting more impatient. Kayn amusedly watched as you attempted to regain control, but it only seemed to spiral down further into chaos. Finally, you stopped midways.

“I give up,” you smiled, not matching your frustration in your eyes. “Here’s your guitar pick back.”

Kayn let out a chuckle seeing your reaction. “Giving up so soon, huh?” He teased you, a playful glint in his eyes. “That’s not really like you.”

You just gave him a slight hmph, already standing up to put the guitar on the sofa. He followed suit, standing up, smiling to himself.

"Next time, I'll show you. I'll get better," you declared confidently, picking up your phone from the ground. However, as you glanced up at him, you noticed him twirling your earphone case on his fingers.

“Of course, of course...,” he said nonchalantly before you suddenly went after him to catch his hand. He immediately lifted his hand out of your reach backwards, grinning.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, determination setting in as you tried to catch his hand. He evaded your attempts with ease, keeping the earphones just out of your reach.

“Kayn, I swear…” you stomped towards him. You were going to go for another attempt at catching his hand, but somehow – just somehow, your socks got caught on one of the cluttered items strewn across the room. You stumbled forward, letting out a yelp of surprise.

“Wh-Whoa,” Kayn exclaimed, trying to step back in reflex, but his feet hit another stack of old books and records. The two of you went tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap, with you ending up on top of him.

For a moment, there was silence as you both lay there, slightly dazed from the fall. Your head was resting on his chest, your hand inadvertently pinning his wrist to his side, the hand which was holding your earphones.

Hmm, his choice of perfume is really good – the subtle notes of musky-scented….

…Wait, now’s not the right time!

You immediately lifted yourself up – realizing it was not a good time to think about his nice perfume – only to face him directly below you. His other hand was still holding your waist as he stared at you, the closeness remained apparent. You both went into silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and a tension you could almost touch. Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Words seemed to get stuck in both of your throats, the unspoken question hanging between you.

Kayn slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing it softly with his back of his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand, the rare softness of his touch melting you away. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.

Kiss her, Kayn. KISS HER!

Kayn could swear he heard Rhaast’s screaming at the back of his head. He tried his best to stay in control, although his breathing got more unsteady.

“Kayn…” you whispered his name, the word barely escaping your lips. You were ready to indulge into the moment when you heard a squealing voice from the direction of the door, interrupting you two.

You both looked up towards the door, only to find Ezreal and Aphelios standing near the doorframe, looking into the room, watching you two. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you immediately scrambled off from Kayn, who also frantically turned towards the unexpected visitors.

Aphelios shot a glare at Ezreal, seemingly disappointed at him for interrupting the moment. He then folded his arms and left without a word.

"Sorry..." Ezreal muttered, more like a squeal of apology, his palms clasped apologetically. He then hurriedly ran away, grabbing the pizza packages from the ground as he went.

Kayn groaned in frustration, his face utterly red as he tried to get up from his position on the floor. The interruption had brought you both back to reality, the heat of the moment dissipated by the unexpected intrusion.

"Uh, sorry about that," you said, trying to hide your own embarrassment as you helped Kayn up from the floor. You had completely forgotten that the door had been open this whole time.

He nodded, still visibly flustered. "Nah, it’s fine. I didn't expect... them to... interrupt," he managed to get out, his voice slightly shaky.

You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, the air filled with the remnants of the interrupted moment. But then, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized the absurdity of the situation.

"Well, that was... unexpected," you said with a laugh, breaking the tension.

Kayn chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, definitely not how I imagined this evening going."

You both shared a smile, the awkwardness slowly fading away. "Maybe we should... continue this another time?" Kayn suggested, trying to stay cool although his cheeks still flushed with pink.

You nodded in response, although you were not sure which part is he suggesting. "Yeah, I'd like that."

“Right…good,” he said. “Now, as for Ezreal…,” he grumbled as began to exit the room, clearly planning to give chase to his mischievous friend.

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, enjoying the funny, chaotic dynamic between the members of the group. The memory of his touch on your cheek still lingered, as you smiled to yourself, before you realized that he hadn’t give your earphones back to you.

“…Oh, come on... Kayn, Wait! Come back here!”

#kayn x reader #heartsteel x reader #league of legends #heartsteel kayn #league of legends kayn #kayn x gn reader #league of legends x reader #heartsteel fluff #shieda kayn #kayn heartsteel #kayn league of legends #kayn lol

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writer-freak · 6 months

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Distraction | Vi x gn reader

Summary: You got injured in a fight and this injury was the gateway to a confession

Warnings: Gn reader, english isn't my first language, reader gets injured, Vi teasing you a bit

Wordcount: 900

A/n: Wrote this for my bestie who is a giant Vi simp. I am terrible at writing fight scenes but I did my best for this and I hope that it's at least acceptable.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

The air was thick with tension, the distant hum of Zaun's machinery providing a gritty soundtrack to your fight. Vi's gauntlets crackled with energy as she exchanged blows with their adversaries. You were right there beside her, trying to hold your ground, but the underbelly of Zaun is a dangerous place.

A swing and a miss left you vulnerable, and the next thing you knew, pain radiated through your side. Staggering against a wall, your hand instinctively went to the fresh wound, feeling blood seep through your fingers. Vi from the corner of her eye saw you in distress and quickly took out the attacker in front of her.

With that person out of the way, she went in your direction, and sent your attacker flying with a powerful uppercut, then turning to you. "Hey, you okay?" Vi's voice was a mix of concern and urgency while she tried to look at the wound.

"Yeah, it's just a scratch." you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to play it cool. You still hadn't taken out all the attackers, and you didn't want Vi to look out for you while she should be concentrating on the fight.

She arched an eyebrow. "Scratch, my ass. We're taking care of this, immediately." Vi lunged back into the fight, her blows now backed with a protective rage. It didn't take long for the remaining opponents to scatter.

Then Vi returned to your side, her gauntlets powering down. "Come on, we're getting out of here." She grabbed your hand and you followed her through the dimly lit alleys before you reached a relatively quiet spot. Vi gestured for you to sit on a makeshift crate as she kneeled in front of you, rummaging through your bag for supplies.

"Let's see that 'scratch' of yours." she smirked taking your hand away from the injury. The wound stung, but Vi was careful while handling you even if there was still a certain roughness that was just a part of her. She worked efficiently, the tension of the fight slowly dissipating. Outside of the alley, you could hear the sounds of the city but at the moment you were just concentrating on looking at Vi and the concern that you could see on her face.

"So, how'd you end up with this?" Vi asked, not looking up from her task. "Lost my concentration for a bit, I guess." you replied, wincing as she tightened the bandage.

"What exactly made you lose your concentration?" she asked, slightly curious, knowing you're not typically that careless in a fight. Your face got a bit warm, remembering how you were looking at Vi during the fight for a second too long and ended up surprised by an enemy. You coughed slightly, trying to hide your embarrassment before answering. "Nothing, in particular, my head was just in the clouds…I guess." You mumbled the last part, hoping that she would just accept your explanation.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, obviously not accepting your explanation but letting it slide for just a little bit while concentrating on bandaging you up.

You would occasionally grunt, the pressure on your wound definitely uncomfortable, but you just bit through it. Finally, Vi stood up from her kneeling position, smiling satisfied at you. "So, will you tell me now why you actually lost your concentration?"

You groaned, expecting her to ask again but hoping that maybe, just maybe she would forget about it. You tried to come up with something but your head was just empty, which could possibly be from the blood loss. So you mumbled under your breath. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't so distracting in a fight, I could focus better." Then looking to the side not wanting to look at Vi right now. She leaned in closer to your face. "What was that?" She asked. You turned your head toward her, and annoyed repeated, "If someone wasn't so distracting, I could focus better."

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Who, me? I'm just doing my thing, cupcake. It's not my fault that you can't help but look at me."

Her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath, making you feel like you were overheating. Her expression was obviously teasing, she wanted to rile you up as much as possible, and it was slowly driving you mad.

So you took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage in you to retort. "Well, if you weren't always so captivating, I could concentrate on not getting messed up in a fight."

Vi's eyes widened, and for a moment, surprise flickered across her face. Then, a mischievous grin spread, and she chuckled, "Didn't know I had that effect on you, sweetheart." Your cheeks warmed, but you shot back with a defiant smirk, "Maybe you should pay more attention, then."

The banter continued a playful exchange of words between you and Vi. You two knew that soon you would need to get back out into the city again, involving yourself in fights, but just for now, you two were in your own little world.

divider credit: @cafekitsune

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ughthisisntright · 8 months

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Hello There ! 👋😊

May I ask you a humble request ? 🙏

NSFW Silco seducing and fucking Finn's girlfriend please 🙈

YES. THIS. THIIIIIIS. I made reader gender neutral - I was on autopilot and wrote it like that!

NSFW below the cut!

You felt the watchful gaze of Silco as Finn berates you in front of the entire society of chembarons. You had little to do with the operation, with the cause, but Finn still loved to assert his power over you. Something he'd been doing since the very beginning. You loved him. sure, but there was something eating away at you that made you want to... rebel.

As the man huffed away to join the rest of the chembarons, you were left with an uneasy feeling in your gut. The way he made you feel - small, unimportant, a burden - it was not an easy pill to swallow that your boyfriend was as cruel as he was. It seemed that being part of a covert operation to bring forth the greater good was not something he was suited for. And it angered you.

And still as you ruminated over the horrible display of toxic masculinity, that feeling of Silco's eyes on you burned your skin. You turned your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze. He wasn't even listening to the meeting. He didn't care what Finn had to say. He would never care again.

When the meeting concluded, and Finn tossed his coat at you before leaving, you sank into an empty chair. The room was empty, the rest of the more important people going to finalize plans for another shimmer plant, and all that was left was you and this stupid fucking coat. You gripped it in your smaller hands, wishing beyond anything that you would be able to tear it into pieces and cast it into the River Pilt.

You screamed in agony before slamming the coat onto the table. It felt good, but not good enough. And before you could even allow yourself the joy of letting some of that go, you heard clapping behind you.

Turning, you laid eyes on Silco. So the room wasn't empty. He stalked toward you with a smirk on his face. The older man always carried himself with such bravado, such confidence, not unlike Finn. But there was a key difference between the two: Experience.

Silco was successful long before the chembarons came together. Independently achieving goals left and right before any of them had even had the chance to taste Topside. Long before Finn was even born.

And here he was, stalking toward you like it was nothing. You watched him come closer, clasping his hands behind his back, and looking you over.

"Quite impressive the way you stand your ground in the face of something like that. Are you quite alright?" His low voice reverberated off the walls of the room, as large as it was, and you could feel it in your bones.

"Well," you began, trying to find your words. "I'm fine, but... That's him I guess."

"Regardless, it was quite the sight to see. I don't exactly know what the cause was for that kind of reaction, but it seems if I know Finn enough, it was likely his fault." A smirk lifted his features as he gave what you assumed to be his version of comfort. A smirk to which you responded with a small smile of your own.

"That's very kind of you to say," you admit softly.

And that was how you found yourself bent over the table - on top of Finn's elaborate coat - in the meeting room. The same meeting room where Finn had berated you earlier, the same meeting room where the meeting between the society of chembarons had taken place, and the same place where Silco - of all people - had given you comfort.

The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. You didn't exactly expect him to be as large as he was, but you also thought you'd seen all you'd ever get with Finn. And now, with his hands around your waist and his hips against the swell of your ass, you were sure that this wouldn't be the last time this kind of meeting would occur between the two of you.

Heavy breathing and grunts behind gritted teeth sounded out from behind you as harsh snaps of hips shook your entire being. You could feel the hard edge of the wood digging into your flesh as you were pounded into the surface of the table like a thing to be used. And you were loving every second of it.

At the height of your ecstasy, when Silco was growling the filthiest things in your ear, you heard the sound of the heavy door being opened. Your eyes opened and you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

Ex-boyfriend, that is. It's a fair trade-off for this kind of lust.

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purplegrapevines · 7 months

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Imagine spanking with Vi

She would grab your upper arm harshly and yank you over her lap, twisting your arm behind your back and pinning it in place.

She'd hit your ass with her palm in such a rapid succession that you would have no time to breathe.

We all know that she's strong as fuck, so this shit would hurt. And if you were enough of a brat to earn the belt... rip.

Once your ass looks beaten and bruised, she would grip it and squeeze it hard, making you wail in pain.

Maybe then she'll tie you to the bed and clamp some of those binder clips over the most bruised and painful spots.

She would let you writhe in pain for a bit from those clips pinching your wounds, until she finally pulls them off your skin, not even opening them to do so. Just yanking them off. Hot.

For aftercare, she'll kiss your bruises and ice them for you. So sweetly, not like she was just torturing you.

GOD she's just so hot...

#eliza's thoughts... 💜#vi x reader #arcane x female reader #vi fanfic #vi league of legends #vi x fem reader #vi x you #sub!reader #vi tag #vi smut #gn reader #dom!vi #vi x fem!reader

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mizunoyouni · 1 month

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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 (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

#modern au #hwei x reader #hwei #gn reader #league of legends x reader #‧₊˚✩彡 miya writes

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honey-tongued-devil · 1 year

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[Part 2/?]

It was very quick, but god how could I give this man around 50 kisses in less than 24h?? Dunno, maybe I should… you know, remove his shirt to have more space? Do you want to keep kiss him??

Ps. I loved every single comment and reblog, so… do you want to give him another kiss? Where? (He will have top surgery scar if the second drawing will happen)

#arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor #viktor x you #viktor x reader #viktor x gn reader #viktor arcane #viktor #league of legends viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor fanart #arcane fanart #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #viktor x y/n

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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Viktor x gn reader (arcane)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It wasn't very often Viktor was denied things, being a very important scientist. It seems he's grown too used to it.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 684 ~ crackfic!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: probably ooc

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i struggled on the math part lol (also inspired by "what difference does that make?" in the bridge scene after vik visits singed)

☾⋆☆⋆☽

"Hey, love?" Viktor calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" You reply mindlessly, taking another sip from your coffee.

"Could I have another koláč?" It was has hardly a question that required an answer for him. The only thing the koláče were in danger of was shortage, and the only thing he was in danger of was mild discomfort. The pastry's crumbs would, perhaps, get stuck in the corners of his mouth and the jam's texture might cause him a bit of trouble. All in all, though, it was mighty worth it.

What he doesn't expect is for you to say, "No."

The only thing you can hear is the padding of his little socked feet before he's a the kitchen doorway looking at you as if you've just betrayed him. "What?"

"You've already eaten so many."

"Wha–no, no I haven't." He denies it through his teeth. He could only have eaten like, one or two, at most!

"Okay, darling, let's see, I made a dozen." You begin.

He follows along, "Uh-huh."

"And I've eaten one. There are five left." Now he wasn't following. There were five left? "Do the math for me. You're the scientist!"

Viktor doesn't roll his eyes, even though he would've if the circumstances were different. Okay, twelve minus one minus x equals five. That means he's eaten six. No way he's eaten six. He does the math again in his mind once, then once more. But you were right, he was a scientist, he had to have had the math right the first time.

He doesn't realize it, but he's spent several minutes silently blinking as he registered the answer.

"Vik? You got that result for me?"

"Six." He says, like a good boy. He's eaten six.

"That's right." You reply immediately, tapping your finger in the air. "You've eaten six. Not only is that gluttony–"

"It'd be the last one." He reasons, "I swear."

"No, my love." You shake your head at him disappointedly and the shame begins to set in. "Your teeth are gonna hurt and you're gonna complain about it."

"I wouldn't complain!" He argues quickly, "I'd figure out a solution myself."

"How?"

How. That was the question.

"You're a scientist, Vik, not a dentist. Not to mention you'd continue asking for more." Viktor's lips open and close like a fish, but words do not come out, so you continue. "All I'm saying is that when it comes to this, your promises aren't so valuable."

"What? H–" He chokes on his own spit and has to bite back the feeling of sourness in his throat. "How dare you!"

The tantrum that boils up within his body doesn't help his case, though. He was a scientist, it was only a logical thought, objective. On the subjective side, no that wasn't true! But again, it wouldn't help him. So instead of that approach, he crosses his arms over his chest, the only sign of protest he thinks he is able to afford, and says, "It'll be the last one. I'll hold myself to that promise."

"Really?" You say. He can hear it in your tone that you seriously doubt his promise and tries not to take offense from it.

"Really." He replies, totally serious.

What he didn't know, what he hadn't realized, and what mostly tipped the scales in his favor, was that he was pouting. You could even hear it in his voice. It was awfully cute.

You sigh, "Alright."

"Really?" He blurts, shocked despite putting up such a "good" argument.

"Really." You affirm.

Viktor grins, covering the distance between you with short, quick steps. His excitement spills over the edge in the form of a laugh so angelic and joyous the following complaints might be bearable. Then, most graciously, he cups your cheeks and presses a big yet quick kiss upon your lips. "Thank you!"

"You know, my love, I will always make more." His joy was so contagious you couldn't help but laugh. "I just need you to exercise a bit of control."

If it meant he could keep eating koláče, he'd do it. "Of course."

#viktor x gn reader #viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x gn reader #arcane x reader #arcane x gn reader #🌸 // success!#🎟 // league of legends #🎫 // viktor #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends x gn reader #league of legends x reader

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milksuu · 2 months

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I LOVE UR WRITING!! u are carrying the heartsteel fanfiction community rn. but i have two words for you

submissive ezreal.

if you are willing i am begging for a fic 🙏

❥ prompt: Ezreal wants to always get his way. You're not letting that happen. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw (18+), mdni ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!ezreal x gn!reader

an;; sorry if this isnt very long! kinda just a blurbo nsfw, lol. hope ez is sub enough ahhh <3

╰ Ezreal has always been the center of attention, basking in the light of his admirers. For a moment, he thought you weren't any different. And just like the rest of them, he would have you eating from the palm of his hand. Catering to his every whim and desire; all it ever took was a charming smile. He really did feel like royalty at times. At least, that's what you made him think for a while.

╰ It's all fun and games until the doors close and lights turn off. Then you have him quivering in your touch. Kissing, teasing, touching him until he can't stand it. Practically on his hands and knees, making him fall from grace. From prince to your prisoner. Begging, whining, pleading for you the two of you to have sex and for him to cum inside you. It's cute how delusional he always became.

╰ Only when he's practically in tears and sobbing do you take pity on the spoiled prince. You give him exactly what he deserves. And you get exactly what you want. He whimpers against your mouth. Fisting knots into your shirt. "Mnnh, no. Please, I don't wanna cum like this." You don't let him indulge in his own tantrum. You give a reprimanding squeeze to his cock, forcing his body to jerk. He moans loudly instead, muffled by your tongue lapping inside his mouth. It was one of the only ways you could make him stay quiet.

╰ You keep stroking him, over and over. Despite his whines. Despite his protests. And they're all empty pleas; he's practically shoving his cock through your hands, drenching himself in his own pre-cum. "No—C'mon. S-Seriously," he moans between your breathy kisses. His pitch trembling from how good he feels. "Please, just—just let me cum inside—" One final, overstimulating squeeze, and he ruts himself deeper in your touch. He breathes out one last oh fuck me, before he trembles, moans, and reaches his climax. He buries his flushing face in your neck as you keep milking him from base to tip. And you make sure his sticky load makes a gushing mess out of his stomach and chest.

╰ After you clean him up, he continues to whine about how 'totally unfair' you were being the entire time. You merely chuckle, kissing him lovingly across his soft jaw line. He's even cuter when he pouts. Not that you need to remind him. "Can't always get what you want, your highness." He puffs his cheeks and crosses his arm at the comment. "N-Not funny."

#league of legends #heartsteel #ezreal x reader #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #reqs open

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pathetic-sapphic · 10 months

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viktor with a naturally strong s/o 👀

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Oh boy, if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with you before then he is definitely head over heels in love with you now!

The first time you show off your inhumane strength, Viktor is so flustered that he has to go out and have some fresh air.

Very impressed and proud to have such an incredible and amazing partner.

If you have a muscular physique, he loves admiring (read: ogling) them when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

Has literal heart eyes every single time you display your strength.

Will intentionally ask for your help with moving stuff around the lab just so he can admire your brawn and the light sheen of sweat coating your body.

You both like to play little games with each other, him by secretly looking at you thinking that you don't notice his longing gaze, and you by not giving him an inkling that you're aware of them and purposely showing off your strength in hopes of making him even more flustered.

He is fascinated by the contrast between your physical strength and the gentleness you treat him with. He loves knowing that he has a special place in your heart and melts whenever you give him a tight-but-not-too-tight hug or a pat on the back where it's obvious that you were holding back so as not to hurt him. You don't treat him like glass but hold back enough so that he isn't uncomfortable.

Gets as red as a tomato if you ever lift him up or carry him but savors the moment as much as he can despite his overall embarrassment.

Commits the feeling of your strong arms around him to memory each and every time he feels your touch.

Overall, he considers himself extremely lucky to have someone who is able to support him both mentally and physically and finds himself amazed by you every time he gets to witness your greatness.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor arcane #arcane viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #arcane headcanons #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #viktor x gn reader #arcane viktor headcanons #requests are open

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puffcap-factory · 1 month

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

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

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

Warnings:

Alcohol drinking, self-doubt, emotional breakdown.

I assume that all Heartsteel members are big enough and legal to drink.

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

Notes:

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

I hope you enjoy! :D

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

•~•~•~•

"Not joining in, hmm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great. What a timing, Ezreal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait… what?

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

That’s HIS type?

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

…AND he’s not even declining?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out of all people-! Him? Now?!

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

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

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

Oh god, I hope my smile looked all normal.

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

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

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

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

“No, it’s not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which woman?? You had lots?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•

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

I- I’m an idiot!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•

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

…Did I say something wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•~•~•~•

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

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

Crap!! Why is he here!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s also shy, how cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about dinner, tonight?”

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ughthisisntright · 8 months

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sub silco

oooooo this ignited something in me...

NSFW below the cut

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"Oh, Gods, please..." a low, gravelly whimper echoed throughout the office as a wet squelching sound could be heard. The way the voice begged was music amongst the sad sounds of the Undercity. If anyone else were to hear the little whimpers and moans inside this room they'd surely change opinions about the state of their homeland.

After all, having Silco beneath you, begging for you, whining for your touch, it was more than empowering.

"Oh, Silco," you said with an amused tone. You'd been enjoying this far too much. Or, at least, more than you'd expected to. "Look at you. Such a mess for me... Begging, whimpering, pathetic. It's such a good look on you."

"Oh, darling, you're- hah... You're far better than I imagined... Oh..." he groaned as his voice took on a new pitch you'd had yet to hear from him. You could tell he was desperate.

"You want more, love? You want me to make you feel even more pleasure?" You smirked and turned your attention to your hands. One hand was wrapped around his thick cock, pumping slowly and meticulously. Your other hand, hidden from his view, was toying with the sensitive skin of his asshole. Your fingers were deep inside him, rubbing against a particularly rubbery spot that made his noises all the more delectable.

"Beg for more, Silco," you purred as you began stroking him faster. "Beg me to let you cum."

His body responded the way you'd hoped. Writhing beneath your skilled hands as your fingers worked him open quickly and stroked his prostate with methodical movements. Sweat beaded at his hair line and you could see the way his cheeks twitched as he clenched his teeth. Surefire signs he was desperate to regain control over the situation, but there's nothing he can do now. He's simply too far gone.

Drunk off of you.

"Please, please, let me... Ah, let me cum... I-I'll be so good... Just like you are for me-!" Silco whined desperately. You lowered your head and took his quivering length in your mouth. And then, you sucked him off till you were positive he was seeing white.

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viktorybell · 1 year

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Tight Spaces

Jayce x Viktor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (EXACTLY 3.8k I will never achieve this again.)

Warning: slightly suggestive at the end, but that’s it

Ask: is it ok if i request some poly jayce and viktor x reader? if you dont do poly just jayce is fine =] maybe the reader is an artist and they love drawing their crush(es) but because theyre a journalist they cant normally show off their art, but while at the lab one day, the other notices their sketchbook and asks to flip through it - and reader, forgetting that its a sketchbook and not a notebook for articles, says yes. after that, everythings up to you >=]

You’ve always been good with tight spaces. It’s part of what makes you one of Piltover’s most prolific reporters. You’re willing to go places that the majority of the prim n’ proper Piltover journalists wouldn’t dare. Which is partly because you grew up in a shabby neighborhood on the edges of the Undercity and partly because you were just a damn good reporter.

Growing up in the Undercity was integral for developing your reporter skills. You didn’t have many toys or trinkets to fill your time with, so you found alternative ways for filling your afternoons as a child. Alternative ways meaning snooping. Creeping around the Lanes and finding new hiding places. Unseen and unnoticed places where you could camp out for an afternoon. Your favorite spot had been a gap in the wall behind Vander’s old bar. You’d sit there for hours, drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick while listening in on the dozens of conversations that felt infinitely more interesting than your life had at the time.

Your start in the Undercity also helped to endear you to a certain renowned inventor with similar origins.

You were in his lab now, sketching out the shape of him and his lab partner where they’ve been hunched over a complicated set of blueprints for the last hour. This is usually how your sessions worked. With you wandering aimlessly around their lab while they bounced between assignments and answering your questions. The drawing was a more recent addition to the routine, though.

Viktor, who was from the Undercity despite the two of you having never met, was a dream to draw. For as much of a show he put on trying to scare you away during your first report, those sharp angles softened pretty quickly when he realized you didn’t startle easy. His long legs and messy hair just inspired the artist in you in a way that you hadn’t felt since you were young. It was like coming home after so long being stuck in the stuffy yet isolating atmosphere of Piltover.

Then there was Viktor’s partner, Jayce Talis. Jayce didn’t feel familiar like his counterpart, but was intriguing and alluring all the same. Where Viktor’s shape took form in sharp, wispy lines, Jayce’s were sturdy and bold. He was comforting and bright, like sunshine after a storm. And wasn’t that the most fitting way to describe it? Jayce had been full of apologies and little jokes during the first meeting between you three. Where Viktor was a little less than welcoming, Jayce doubled down on friendly smiles and encouraging pats on the back.

Not that either of them could scare you away now. You’ve moved far past the awkward first few interviews, your questions stilted and the atmosphere tense with the distrust coming off of Viktor in waves. It was hard to keep up with how many pieces you’ve done on these two so far, you stopped counting when you ran out of fingers to count them on.

Somewhere between your first article on an exclusive Hexbros interview and the piece you’re currently working on talking about the environmental benefits of Hextech technology, the three of you grew close. Viktor was comfortable, like sepia memories drenched in nostalgia. He was a man from the Undercity through and through, tough and resilient despite all the odds. Then there was Jayce, who was his opposite in every way besides how much he cares. He hadn’t needed more than a day to win your favor, it was like he always knew what to say to you. It did things to your brain. Hence why you’re sitting on the couch in their lab and scribbling down their likeness instead of pestering them for answers like you should.

“It’s been an hour and I’ve answered maybe a question and a half for this piece. Should I come back when you two come back down from outer space?” You call out just loud enough for them to hear as you put the finishing touches on your sketch.

“Sure, let me put a pin in our progress on life-saving, world-changing, investigative technology for your silly newspaper questions,” Viktor hums sarcastically, rummaging through his desk drawer for something. To his right, Jayce’s stomach growls loudly.

“Maybe a break wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Jayce grins sheepishly at you while you’re holding back a laugh. “Science can wait for lunch time, right?”

“How quickly you abandon our team when your stomach’s involved,” Viktor comments while moving over to rummage through Jayce’s desk now.

“Hey! I’m not abandoning anybody, ok?” Jayce scoffs, folding his arms defensively. “And besides, Y/N’s a part of the team too at this point.”

“For putting up with your never-ending appetite?” Viktor grins slyly at Jayce.

“I was thinking more for putting up with your attitude, but…” Jayce has to quickly dodge the balled up paper that Viktor beams at his head. It does nothing to dampen the goofy smile that’s burning your eyes from the sheer warmth and fond exasperation it exudes. “Hey! Stop screwing with my stuff!”

“I wouldn’t have to screw with your stuff if you just kept the lab tidy.”

“You’re messier than I am!”

“You cannot prove that.”

“You wanna bet?”

“Girls, girls! You’re both equally as disgusting as the other! Can we stop arguing now?” You groan, shutting your sketchbook and setting it on top of an identical notebook. Identical except for the paper inside that was lined instead of blank. You tried to keep your reporter’s notes and questions separate from the drawings you did as a hobby. Especially when your hobby mostly consisted of drawing the two other men in the room. “What’re you looking for, Viktor?

“My toolkit. The one I use for detailing,” Viktor huffs, knocking the desk drawer he’d been digging through shut. Both you and Jayce could tell in the tense line of his shoulders that he was actually getting frustrated now.

“Do you remember where you put it last?” Jayce asks, his voice softer as he steps closer to Viktor. You don’t think either of them even notice, but as Jayce moves in, Viktor unconsciously sways towards him. For as much as they bicker like an old married couple, they care deeply for each other.

Maybe it was your reporter’s habit of looking into things too much and drawing conclusions, but you’d thought the two were an item. FOR MONTHS. It’d been earth shatteringly awkward when you called Jayce ‘Viktor’s boyfriend’ in front of them and they had instantly stopped their playful arguing to stare at you, jaws dropped. You’d stopped talking outloud about the conclusions you drew from their behavior since then. For your sanity.

Which was probably for the best seeing as, despite their insistence that they were just friends, the two had obvious feelings for each other. It was clear in the way they spoke to each other, understood the other’s eccentricities and adored them for it. You got the feeling that the two didn’t get to fully be themselves often, making it that much more of a privilege that you can sit on their couch and be a part of it, no matter how minor. There was a sick jealous part of you that squeezed in on itself as you watched Jayce rest a hand on the side of Viktor’s arm. You weren’t sure who you’d rather be in that moment, as Jayce leaned in just that much closer, lowering his voice until it was soft enough only the two could hear it.

Notebook. Yes. Reporting. Mhm, yep. You were here to write a report about Hextech. You should probably stop gawking at the two and actually do what you’re paid to do.

Tearing your gaze away, trying to ignore the pit of longing in your gut and give the boys some privacy, you absently reach for your notebooks and pens and they topple to the floor. You roll your eyes as your favorite color pen rolls under the lab’s couch.

Figures.

Getting on your hands and knees, you stack your notebooks and set them back on the coffee table. Then the hard part. You try and slip your arm under the small gap between the couch and the floor. It’s dusty and you try not to think about what you’re touching until you grab something decidedly un-penlike. Wondering what sort of horrific artifact you’ll find under the couch that has clearly never been cleaned under, you’re surprised to pull out the missing toolbox.

“Good find, Y/N!” Jayce cheers, making you jump where you were still kneeling in front of the couch. Turning to look, you find both men staring at you. You hadn’t even realized they stopped talking to watch you fighting for your life trying to find your pen. Aw, damn. Your pen…that thing’s gone forever now.

“Go figure, looking for my pen and I found your toolkit,” You chuckle goodnaturedly as you stand up from the floor, dusting yourself off.

“Our little lab good luck charm strikes again, however can we repay you?” Viktor teases, him and Jayce headed over to your side of the room now. Whatever Jayce had said to him certainly seemed to put him at ease, your face going red as you played Viktor’s words over and over in your mind. You could think of a couple ways he could repay you. Shit, focus, they’re both staring expectantly.

“You can repay me by getting some actual work done while I grab us lunch,” You make a big show of rolling your eyes as you hand over the box. Viktor gasps in mock offense while Jayce makes puppy dog eyes at you.

“Aw, you’re leaving us?” Jayce whines. “But I didn’t even get to read through your notes yet!”

“There’s not even notes to look through yet, we haven’t gotten anything done this last hour,” You point out. Jayce sighs dramatically, his big, sad eyes still staring pathetically back at you. Incapable of resisting, you grab a book off the table and shove it into his chest. “Here, you big baby. You can look through my old notes while I grab you ungrateful wretches some food.”

Jayce flutters his eyelashes and hugs the book to his chest, “Awww, you always know just the things to say!”

Viktor glares over at Jayce, “What? That’s not fair, what am I supposed to read?” Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you watch Viktor swipe the other book off the table.

Drawing Viktor and Jayce in the lab wasn’t just a random thing you decided to do today. Your sketch book was almost entirely filled with different sketches of the men from almost every time you visited the lab for the last six months. If either of them looked through your sketch book you’d probably have to quit your job, move countries, and then completely change your identity so nobody will ever know you’re the poor schmuck falling for the brightest minds in Piltover.

“Not that one!” You yelped, quickly trying to snatch the notebook back from Viktor. Unfortunately, Viktor shoots his arm out of reach lightning fast, filling you with dread. Both men look at you in shock. Which quickly gave way into the most devious smirks you’ve ever seen.

“Why? What’s in here that you don’t want us to see, hm?” Viktor practically purrs, half lidded eyes making you stutter over your words.

“What? Nothing! Give it back!” Making another grab for it, this time Jayce swipes it from Viktor and lifts it high up above his head. You could kill him.

“Hmmmm, I dunno, Viktor. Sounds like there’s something pretty important in here,” Jayce has his free hand on his hip, carrying on a casual conversation with his partner as you jump up and down. You’re getting nowhere with snatching your notebook back. “Maybe we should keep it safe while our darling reporter gets lunch?”

“Oh how kind, Jayce! You wouldn’t mind, would you, doll?” Viktor hums at you. He’s not hiding his amusement at your struggle at all as Jayce chuckles and wiggles the book out of your reach.

Your face is burning from the energy you’re wasting trying to jump as high as you can and also because maybe you’re a little flustered. You’d almost missed the pet names the two had given you. Almost. It wasn’t helping out with your situation at all, though. Focus, time to think of a different tactic.

Neither inventor was prepared for you to take a running start and leap onto Jayce.

“Woah!” Jayce borderline squeaks as he immediately lets go of both books to wrap his arms around you. His big, strong arms that are built with muscle from all the time he spends in the forge. Big, strong arms that are wrapped around your waist to stop you from slipping where you're hanging from his shoulders. You almost don’t even notice that he dropped your books, too caught up in the sheer heat radiating off of him. “Are you ok??”

This hadn’t been your plan.

Originally, you had planned to just climb him until you reached the book, but now with your notebook free and one of the two most handsome men at the academy holding you tight…could you really call it a failed plan?

Right. Jayce asked you a question. And he was staring at you in shock. Viktor was doing the same. OK, yeah, time to be normal. You could do that…right?

After untangling yourself from Jayce’s arms and hopping to the ground, you snatch up your notebook and give the boys a sheepish smile.

“Oh geez, no idea what came over me, guys! Probably just hangry, I’ll go grab that lunch now, enjoy the old notes!” You manage to just duck out of the room as both scientists open their mouths to say something. The bang of the lab door slamming shut has never sounded so sweet before.

It’s a herculean task to not replay that awkward interaction over and over in your head. Feeling tortured as it plays through again and again in your mind’s eye, but it almost feels worse when you try to think of anything else.

You shake yourself mentally as you stand in line at the academy’s dining hall. Yes, you’re the world’s most socially inept reporter. BUT at least you grabbed your book and prevented the world from ending via your stupid crush drawings being exposed to said crushes. Flipping to a random page in your book, you nearly drop it when you open to lined paper and a paragraph detailing the top ten most unconventional uses for Hextech.

The book slams shut, your shaking hands doing so on impulse. Quickly you tear the book open to another page, maybe you were seeing things. It’s an interview on Viktor’s work ethic. Another page. A think piece on Jayce’s past and how it led to where he’s at today. Another page and another and another.

You grabbed the wrong book.

From behind you a student clears their throat, asking if you were gonna move up. The dining hall continued to slowly shuffle forward like your entire world didn’t just stop. On autopilot, you stumble to close the gap in the line, muttering some half-assed apology as your mind reels.

The notebook for your reports was here, which could only mean that your sketchbook was left behind with the last two people you’d ever want it to be left with. There’s no chance in hell they aren’t flipping through it right now and laughing over how hopelessly and desperately in love you are.

To your agony, the dining hall line was steadily shortening, even as you do your best to drag your feet the entire way. You were dreading coming back to the lab.

Maybe there was a chance they had opened to a life drawing of Piltover.

Yeah! Maybe they opened to a less damning picture and decided to respect your wishes for your sketchbook to remain untouched. You were worrying over nothing. It’ll all turn out fine in the end. Probably.

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“Did you really draw all of these yourself??” You hadn’t even been back in the lab for five seconds before Piltover’s golden boy was in your face, holding a head shot of himself that you’d done in graphite last week.

“I quit. Find a new reporter who will pick up your stupid lunches.”

“Oh, Jayce, leave them alone,” Viktor looks entirely too amused where he’s sitting with his legs crossed. Jayce is leaning against the desk to Viktor’s right and flipping excitedly through the pages. “This is obviously personal to them.”

“What? My private sketches that I never let anyone touch? No, go ahead,” You shrug your shoulders, unpacking your bag on Viktor’s other side. The knowing look in his eyes was making you twitch, so you refused to look at either of them.

“These are incredible, Y/N. Seriously, I’m floored,” Jayce gushes, passing the book over to Viktor.

You fight back the urge to throw Jayce’s lunch across the lab and sprint out, never to return. “It’s just drawings, Jayce.” You mutter through gritted teeth. This was like torture. There’s no way in hell they didn’t know you had a crush on the both of them by now.

“Don’t sell yourself short, now,” Viktor hums as he thumbs through the pages and stops at the one you did today. Through the messy bits of his hair that are constantly falling into his eyes, he looks up at you. Almost right through you, honestly. It’s like he can see through your act, the way you play unbothered when you’re nothing but a hot mess inside. His golden eyes are piercing from this close, and when he points back to the drawing, you’re almost relieved at the excuse to look anywhere else. “There’s obviously a lot of passion that goes into these, hm?”

“Stop fucking with me, Viktor,” You grit out, not even pretending to keep yourself busy with the lunches anymore. In your ears you can practically hear all the blood rushing to your head. It’s fucking with your head, you don’t know what Viktor’s up to and you just want the games to be over with. You’re so busy glaring daggers at Viktor that you don’t even notice that Jayce has shifted from his partner’s side to right behind you until he places a gentle hand on your waist.

“Fucking with you? I’ve done nothing of the sort,” Viktor hums. The corner of his mouth twitches up as you jump at Jayce’s touch, and you almost don’t hear him add, under his breath; “Not yet anyways…”

“We just wanted to thank you for all the lovely art work you’ve made of us,” Jayce’s voice comes from directly beside your ear, and you absentmindedly sway backwards. Leaning into where you can feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Good lord, does he always run this hot? You feel like you’re melting. “That ok? You gonna let us thank you?”

“I - well, I wouldn’t say no, but-” It felt like your head was spinning. Jayce was practically snug against your back at this point, Viktor smirking in front of you while watching you slowly lose composure. You try to gather yourself enough for a full sentence, “Wait, I’m sorry. I’m confused. You guys aren’t…weirded out?”

“Of course not,” Viktor assures you as he takes one of your hands and uses the desk to help push himself to his feet. “I like getting to see this side of you. For someone who spends all their time digging into other’s secrets, you aren’t very forthright.”

“Although I kind of wish you had felt comfortable enough to show us yourself. I’m sorry you grabbed the wrong notebook,” Jayce says, pressing a kiss to the top of your shoulder. An action that nearly wipes every thought from your brain clean. There’s absolutely no way this is actually happening. You’re half tempted to pinch yourself.

“I wanted to,” You blurt out, the words surprising you with how much conviction you put into them. Once they were out in the air, you found that you meant them. The words came out easier this time, “I just didn’t know how. Honestly, I just felt like an asshole for assuming you guys were a couple and didn’t want to make things awkward again.”

You can feel more than hear Jayce chuckling behind you. In response, Viktor shoots him a fond look over your shoulder. You’re more than a little bit lost when Viktor makes a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.

“Ehh, about that.”

“What. What?? Have you two been messing with me this entire time??” You try to turn around in Jayce’s hold, catching a glimpse of his red face before he turns you right back around.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” Jayce reassures you. Huffing and leaning back into where Jayce is standing sturdy and strong behind you, you raise an expectant eyebrow at Viktor. “We really were just friends when you asked if we were dating.”

“It’s just your little comment made the both of us realize we wanted something more than that,” Viktor is staring into your eyes again, although the golden hue’s less piercing this time. His eyes are full of intensity, but less like an interrogation this time and a bit more smug. Like everything was falling into place exactly how he wanted it to.

It took a large amount of restraint to hold back from yelling out a triumphant ‘I KNEW IT!!!’ Instead, you settled on “Oh? And where do I fit into all of this?”

Like a cat who got the canary, Viktor’s smirk widened. Apparently that had been just the right thing to say.

“Where you’ve been fitting in this entire time, my dear,” Viktor purrs, almost closing the gap between you two as he places his hand on your waist, opposite of Jayce’s.

“Right here next to us,” Jayce finishes Viktor’s thought, and you wonder if they rehearsed this beforehand. Not that you had much time to wonder after Jayce started placing a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck, effectively killing any and all brain function you had left.

Your head was still spinning but in some weird way you were growing used to it around your two muses. Fortunately, you’ve been growing fond of their brand of chaos. There wasn’t anybody else in all of Piltover or the Undercity that could leave you reeling like Viktor and Jayce. It was almost suffocating, the heat being generated from where you were stuck between the two of them, but you found yourself rather enjoying the feeling.

Afterall, you’ve always been good with tight spaces.

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