#ft. alune

[wcrstbehaviior]

location: lulu's car participants: roman castillo & alune kim ( @racingfm )

"i didn't think it was possible to fall in love with a car," roman breathed, "but i am seriously in love with this car," this time he laughed as he turned his head to look at lulu. "i'm really starting to reconsider getting my license," he laughed, "what do you think? could you see me driving something like this?"

[dionnova]

where: carnival event who: @idealistings

"i don't know if it's just me, lulu but carnivals aren't the same as when you're seventeen and ready to put your life at risk on these rides that have probably been around since before we were born." now, she can't even trust if she'll make it through the ride, she has seen enough tiktok videos of rides breaking down or not stopping. dion pulled a piece of cotton candy out of the bag as she walked along with the other. "but by all means if you want to go on something, don't let me stop you."

[aurelion-solar]

HEARTSTEEL Individual Splash Arts Kayn (ft. Rhaast & Shadow Assassin), Aphelios & Alune, Sett, K'Sante, Yone and Ezreal

[thedemonlady]

Snow Moon Kayn ft. Spirit Blossom Alune Teamfight Tactics Inkborn Fables Key Art

[asaarii]

Hi! I would like to make a request. Aphelios x Fem!Albino!Lunari!Reader. Reader has completely white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, and red eyes. She absolutely cannot be in the sunlight. She also has not very good eyesight and hearing (which is typical for all albinos). She goes out on assignments mostly at night, when the sun can't harm her skin. Yes, unlike other Lunari, she wears completely white clothes so as not to be noticeable among the snowdrifts. Thank you very much!

Snowfall ft: aphelios reader: fem wc: 1832 IM SO SORRY THISD TOOK SO LONG JUST TO COME OUT MID. also trying out a new style guys pls dont hurt me cheese

If Aphelios was your eyes and ears…

You squint at the figures from your position in the underbrush, hidden beneath the snow-covered leaves with Aphelios at your side. You attempt to lean in closer, but a hand on your chest stops you. Aphelios shakes his head, holding up three fingers as an indication.

The beat of your heart quickens and you’re lucky to have your lover by your side to keep you from doing anything rash. Though unable to speak due to having consumed the noctum poison prior to your expedition, he quickly signs for the two of you to move quickly.

Winters on Mount Targon are cold, almost comparable to that of Freljordian true ice. Harsh and unyielding, it bites at any exposed skin, seeping into the bones of any unsuspecting trespassers.

Over the years you’ve gotten used to the howling blizzards, bundling in all white to match your hair as a form of camouflage in the high snow piles. On the other hand, Aphelios does not match your sentiment for the art of stealth with his brazen blues and purples that stand out against the pure white snow.

Not that he really needed it anyway, he was strong enough to fend for himself, after all.

The snow crunches beneath your shared footfalls, quickly covered by the raging blizzard. If you listened over the howling wind, you might’ve heard Alune’s near-silent whispers, warning her brother of the oncoming danger.

But you don’t, all you see is his head swiveling, eyes widening a fraction before he’s tackling you to the ground, his chest pressed to your back as his hair tickles your cheek. His breath comes out in frosty puffs, chakram held tightly in his grasp as the sound of footsteps of Mount Targon’s intruders grows closer.

From your place on the ground beneath Aphelios, you see the projectile thrown at the two of you lodged deep in the chunk of a tree. It’s only when Aphelios sits up do you see that the spear had grazed his arm, cutting through the thick fabric and marring his skin with an ugly cut.

He doesn’t wince when you prod at the bleeding wound, numbed to the pain by the poison in his veins. Despite his lack of pain, you still quickly wrap his wound, knowing he’ll complain about it later if you don’t. He pulls you close as soon as you’re done, observant eyes squinting at the heavy blizzard and ears focused on the small shifts of movement through the snow.

You stay situated at his side, trusting his senses as you dart your gaze around despite your dulled vision. 

So long as you were by his side, you felt safe.

…you were his voice.

Even outside of the effects of the poison, Aphelios was a quiet man. Not many knew the sound of his voice, or even if he spoke at all. Those who did didn’t hear it often.

Other than you, of course.

You spoke on his behalf during general meetings or gatherings of soldiers. He almost always whispered in your ear, making sure to press his lips against the shell of your ear just to make sure you wouldn’t miss a word he said. You would nod, offering input before relaying the message to the rest of the group.

Younger soldiers would peer curiously between the two of you, unused to seeing the stoic super soldier so…content. The older soldiers would laugh lightly, teasing the two of you by asking Aphelios to speak up, garnering a glare and eye-roll from the obsidian-haired male.

A dynamic built upon your shortcomings that flourishes beneath the beauty of the moon itself.

Quite literally, actually, considering that you couldn’t be out in the sun for long periods of time.

Not that he really cared, seeing that he grew up guided by the moon alongside his sister.

Regardless, he’s nothing if not observant.

He sees the way you long for the warmth of the sun, despite being unable to stay under it for long.

So while you sleep during the daylight hours, he sneaks out of your shared residence, venturing to a meadow nearby seemingly untouched by the harsh winter snow.

He brings back flowers, white ones specifically as they remind him of you.

He presses them with guidance from the priestesses back at camp who giggle at his act of affection

“She’s really happy to have someone like you,” they would often say.

And though they couldn’t see the crimson that speckled his cheeks from beneath their eye-coverings, they still hear the near unnoticeable flustered twinge in his voice as he offers a hum of agreement.

Just as sneakily as he snuck out, he sneaks back in, placing your gift nearby before crawling back into bed with you.

He trusts you with his whole life, which means a lot coming from him.

You and Alune had each guided him in your own ways, and he can never express how truly grateful he is to the both of you.

Together, he and his sister were a weapon, a force that knew only of the destruction of any who stood in the path of the Lunari.

But with you, he’s merely a man.

And by the gods, does he love you.

The light of his life.

That’s how he would describe you.

In both appearance and personality, you are his beacon; the brightest star in a hopeless night filled with war and the unending cycle of death. 

You, on the other hand, look at Aphelios as though he was the one to hang the moon and stars themselves in the sky.

In spite of his cold demeanor and rather off-putting aloofness, he never treats you less than anyone else, even if you can’t see or hear as well as others who have been trained since birth to hear and see nearly every shift in a general vicinity.

White hair is not an uncommon trait for Lunari, hell, Alune herself bears it, but what really drew Aphelios in was the striking red eyes that widened upon seeing him.

He enjoys staring into them, losing himself in the same color of which he once loathed.

Red had once been his least favorite color.

To him, it represented nothing more than carnage and bloodshed, ranging from the dulled color of blood smeared across the ground after a battle well-fought, all the way to the bright streaks left behind after each practiced swing of his severum. He preferred lighter, more calming blues, as opposed to striking reds. Though, that was simply his opinion.

He was sure that he would keep this opinion till the day he died, finding no positive things to associate with the aforementioned color.

During the rare moments when the poison was still in effect after a battle, Alune would speak to him, asking about how things were going, pointing out small changes in her brother that others had yet to notice, and simply talking to spend as much time as possible to be with him.

When she had caught wind of his least favorite color, she grew curious. Of course, her brother was free to feel however he wished about something as mundane as a color, but this did not relent her subtle teasing.

“You know, brother…” She starts. Aphelios does not like the playful lilt in her voice as he pauses his trek back to base to listen. “Those of other regions often associate the color red with that of love.” He can hear her attempt to negate her laughter through the waning connection and rolls his eyes at his sister's antics. She continues, though her voice is softer now and the ache of battle is beginning to take its toll on him, “Perhaps your disdain for the color is a sign that you’ll never find love.”

Her voice soon fades into a dull ringing, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Love was never a concept he truly ever focused on, too busy with training and defending the Lunari from any outside threats. Though, he recalls Alune watching the older couples during the midst of their training, eyes wide and curious with child-like wonder as they whispered declarations of love before setting off on their respective expeditions. She had always been fond of the concept of romance, being swept off her feet by a force unlike any other. Aphelios, on the other hand, was not a fan of the idea of being caught off guard and left in such a vulnerable position, but Alune had merely rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out as their training resumed.

That being said, he was unsure of how his distaste for a certain color correlates in any way to his love life. Too entrapped with his thoughts, the usually keen soldier fails to notice the figure in front of him. 

His eyes widen as he bumps into you, luckily catching you with his scarily quick reflexes. Your gazes meet, and the first thing he can’t help but notice is the color of your eyes. The striking shade of red only highlighted beneath the soft light of the moon. You’re quick to scurry off after a multitude of apologies to the prized soldier of the Lunari, who merely blinks blankly at you in response.

When next he and Alune have time to indulge themselves outside of battle, Alune is quick to learn that maybe, just maybe, red isn’t so bad a color.

BONUS:

Snow drifts down in slow, small clumps, covering the rocky floor of your temporary residence in a fluffy white sheet. Winters on Mount Targon were always blisteringly cold, even more so during the night.

You stick your hand out, allowing a few of the snowflakes to land on your hand before watching them melt. The light of the full moon beckons you forth where the sun doesn’t, pulling you from the confines of your claustrophobic home and out into the world.

The sound of snow crushing beneath careful footfalls draws your attention away from the falling snow, your pure white robes swaying with your sudden jolt of movement. You squint your eyes in an attempt to discern who the perpetrator is through the increasing snowfall before relaxing, tense shoulders slumping in relief.

“Phel,” you greet your lover with a gentle smile when he gets close enough. Snow litters his hair, seemingly dying the inky strands a similar color to that of your own. It’s a silly sight, and you giggle, running a hand through his hair to clear it of snow, even if it starts to regather as soon as you do.

He hums in response, leaning into your touch before placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulls you in a hug. You relish in his warmth, and wrap your arms around his waist in turn, nuzzling into the thick fabric of his jacket.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other’s presence beneath the moon and snow. 

©asarii 2023 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[lagunasass]

messy aphelios sketch bcs m still figuring out how to draw him 💀 (ft. alune)

[norteycordillera]

Rulos ft Alun... Valdivia. Chile..

[notoriouslydevious]

Spirit Blossom Settphel ft Alune by shishiilol

[seeksmoon-arch]

headcanons  ☽  modern  verse

⸻     basic  information legal  name:  alune most  known  as:  heartsteel's  manager,  but also mooncookies on youtube :) nicknames:  lunie! date  of  birth:  december 11th gender:  female place  of  birth:  mount  targon,  rakkor currently  living:  valoran  city spoken  languages:  korean,  english,  french,  riot's  equivalent  of  sign  language education:  bachelor's  degree  in  music hair  color:  magenta eye  color:  purple - ish height:  5  ft  6

⸻     family  information: siblings:  aphelios,  twin  brother parents:  names  redacted,  both  alive  and  well  :) children:  a  white  cat  named  yuumi;  the  father  being  @fcrgiven's  yasuo pets:  raises  a  dog,  ernest,  with  the  whole  heartsteel  band

⸻     relationship  information sexual  orientation:  bicurious,  but  more  or  less  asexual relationship  status:  single since  when:  high  school!  she  did  date,  but  ultimately,  it  wasn't  for her :(

tagged by: @pitgritted (ily mwah) tagging: you!!

[lilasmusinqs]

ALUNE KIM + CONNECTIONS

( ft . @delicatlueur's elias hyun , @junipcrs' juno choi , @flcwerbcds' sofia monzon , @allinmymincl's sage teller & @parisjeong's paris jeong . )

[ayyymeric]

on a lighter note the new scion gear makes war’s inner release look insane

[hippotree1212]

all LoR cards ft. Alune and Aphelios

[alun-ura]

"...Thank you. To think this started cause I— " She pauses, shaking her head, "..This time, we can do it right."

ft. @mazinkhin and me being a nerd on read more.

Super quick screebs of an aftermath of this RP we did tonight with Hya and @alanari! This closes? And opens such an important chapter on Alun and I’m honestly so excited to see how things will turn out from now, along with her view on others!! EEEEE I’m very hyped, thank you for the rps, you nerds! I love you all. <3

[eclipsing-maestro]

Characters Profile (Music Edition): Urashiki Vitale

For many of us, music is a source of inspiration for our characters, so I want to know what songs inspire and/or relate to your muse! Choose between 10-15 songs, compile them into an album and tag some friends to share the beat!

My First Story by King & Ashley

Eternity is cruel

Erased in Fate

Those “wishes” and “thoughts”

I’ll surpass them all

Until the day I can meet you again

Even if it isn’t the right answer

Even if it isn’t the wrong answer

Those “comedies” and “tragedies”

I can’t decide right now

But even if I tried to reach out

To that distant place

I won’t get an answer

Mayday (Ft. Ryo) by Coldrain

Take what you got and leave now

You're wearing out your welcome

No one here wants to see you, hear you

Think that you've won from day one

But soon the devil will come

You know just why he wants you, don't you?

In your Belief by Asura’s Wrath

what were your piercing eyes looking at?

what was echoing in your trembling heart?

for a long time I did not see your smile

only your warmth did not disappear

Even your smallest scars hurt more than the gods of this earth

And that is why you will continue to destroy everything

Speed of Light by Fail Emotions

You feel this right

It's slept inside

It can't be wrong for all mankind

With speed of light

From deep inside

Connecting worlds for all mankind

The Stains of Time by Jamie Christopherson

And it will come

Like a flood of pain

Pouring down on me

And it will not let up

Until the end is here

And it will come

Through the darkest day

In my final hour

And it will never rest

Until the clouds are clear

Until it finds my dreams have disappeared

Black Soul by Shinedown

You made a mess of your life

And you've been burned once or twice

Now you play roulette with the watergun

Wake up

Pull yourself together

Speak up

'Cause no one heard your name

Erupt

It's better late than never

And if I take forever

To put you back together

Honest Eyes by Black Tide

How

How'd we come this far

And what did we survive

I'd rather live my life through Honest Eyes

Where did we go wrong

And what did we not see

I'd rather live my life through Honest Eyes

Those Who go to Heaven by Tekken 5

lyrics unknown

6:24 by Danger

Instrumental

Eon(Paul Udarov Remix) by Celldweller

Endless night

Long for light

My head against this tomb

And pushing through

I'm pushing through

Face-down and pushing through

Trapped and isolated

Time is dislocated

Eternity is what a moment seems

When I can't feel anything

22:41 by Danger

Instrumental

Heat Haze Shadow by AJUKIRA

After heat haze flickers

It was seen in the other side of the reminiscence.

Transient dream explosion.

A spark is danced to the sky.

Metallic Experience (Mishima Building)/ Round 2

Instrumental

I used some OST to go with her fighting vibes! I know it’s filled with adrenaline rush like songs but I hope you enjoy! Thought I’d smack some hard related lyrics too!

Tagged by: @alun-ura (Thanks yah! 💙)

Tagging: idk who to tag since I just woke up ;-; but anyone can do this if you want!

[asaarii]

What is love? Love is… ft: ahri, yone, aphelios, kayn reader: gn wc: 1383 requests are open so feel free to hit me up, either about league or mk1!!

Cherishing the time spent together, whether a brief moment…

Ahri is well aware of your difference in life spans. She’s watched many she’s known and loved grow old while she remains trapped within an unaging body. However, that doesn’t deter her from loving you any less. If anything, it pushes her to show how deep her love runs for you, even if it ends in heartbreak like it always does.

It’s not uncommon to have her cuddled against your chest, her tails curled limply while her legs intertwine with your own. She falls asleep against the lull of your slowed heartbeat, counting each and every one before committing the tune to memory. You feel her arms tighten around your waist every so often, going lax when she still feels you with her.

Your eyes crack open slightly to see her snoozing peacefully against you. “You’re touchy today, hm?”

Her ears twitch at the familiar symphony of your voice as she, too, slowly rouses from her rest. “Stop it,” she slaps your chest lightly with a sleep-roused giggle. The two of you remain like that for a bit, talking about your days while occasionally sharing messy, laugh-filled kisses.

At the end of it all, Ahri rests her forehead against yours with closed eyes, praying and hoping that you’re the one who’ll stay by her side forever. Even if she knows it isn’t true.

Or an eternity.

Despite the stillness of the night, Yone isn’t naive enough to believe the two of you are alone. With one of his twin swords gripped in each hand, he separates his mind from his body, scouring the area for any trace of the lingering Azakana. The brush beside him rustles and out of instinct, he slashes his sword, revealing nothing but a cowering rabbit.

He sucks his teeth, annoyed and on edge as the familiar tug of his body pulls him from his ethereal state. You press your hands to his chest when you notice his once-still body move. There is no heartbeat, only the illusion of a warmth you once sought during your time alive. Even without his heart, Yone continues to breathe; deep steady breaths that cause his chest to rise and fall.

A reminder, of sorts, of your unending mission to bring peace to those who continue to thrive in the light of life.

Just as he leans down, lips brushing ever so slightly against your own, an ear-piercing scream echoes through the dark forest. The two of you share a look, and Yone sighs, hands tightening on the hilts of his swords once more before disappearing into but a wisp of wind. You follow closely behind him, hands gripping your own weapon as you weave stealthily through the crooked branches.

In the middle of the clearing, the Azakana remains perched atop a moss-covered rock. The moonlight caresses its oddly human face, trailing from its neck to a more traditional, monstrous body.

Its eye glow as it turns to you and Yone, thin lips parting to reveal dangerous fangs. It strikes fast, but the two of you are quicker, diving to opposite sides of the creature before unleashing powerful attacks of unrestrained magic.

Before long, the once fearsome Azakana is nothing but dust in the wind and a tale on your tongue. Yone is the one to retrieve its mask, clipping it to his side. He then turns to you, offering a bandaged hand like he’s done many times before and will do again till the last creature on Runeterra breathes its last breath.

It’s being able to find peace within each other.

Peace is not a word Aphelios would often use to describe himself or his lifestyle. He’s always on the move, whether it be to or from battle. So when he finally has a moment to himself, he isn’t quite sure what to do. He contemplates reaching for the poison he’s taken oh-so-many times, though he knows Alune would be disappointed knowing he’s destroying his own body outside of combat.

A small huff escapes his lips as he collapses against his temporary bedding. No use in making yourself comfortable if you’re just going to move again, right? His head lulls to the side for a moment, dark strands falling to the side to reveal the purple crescent moon across his eye. He sits up, pacing around the room for a brief moment before deciding to step outside.

It was safe to say he wasn’t expecting to see your figure aimlessly wandering throughout the current Lunari hideout. Your ceremonial robes–once pristine and regal–are now nothing but rags, your hair is matted and unkempt, and you’re bruised and battered from your journey.

And yet… you look nothing less than ethereal to Aphelios. He wonders if you were blessed by the beauty of the moon itself. It calms him; both knowing you’re alive, and simply being in your presence. 

As he makes his way towards you, he feels his heart pound erratically in his chest–a feeling normally numbed by the poison. You turn to him with a worn smile and tired eyes, and your legs shake with each step you take towards him. He catches you when you stumble, pulling you to his chest with one hand while the other finds purchase on your waist.

“Hey, Phel…” your voice is but a small croak, and he’s sure he would have missed it had his ears were that of a normal man’s. In response, he hums, picking you up before tucking your head against his chest. He makes his way back to his home, taking extra care not to drop you around the more narrow areas. Your incoherent mumbles reach his ears, but he’s only able to pick up on a few words.

He only dares to look down at your face when your tangent comes to a halt. Aphelios smiles, offering a chaste kiss on your forehead as he enters your now-shared home.

Despite not being a man who knows peace, Aphelios can’t help but wish to remain by your side forever.

It’s grounding each other.

One moment. That was all it took for Kayn to lose control of Rhaast. In his brief moment of weakness, he thought of you. How disappointed you’d be if you saw him like this. How terrified you’d be witnessing the atrocities he’s commit despite being well-versed in the field of assassination yourself.

When he awakens from Rhaast’s carnage, he’s confused. Lost as to what happened; lost as to how he’s still alive. He tries, really he does, to think about anything that happened during Rhaast’s takeover, but he comes up with nothing but a piercing headache that has him reeling back with furrowed brows.

“Fuck!” His balled fist collides harshly against the ground, leaving a small crater in his place when he stands. He brings his clawed hand to his face, squeezing at his temples until he feels blood drip down the side of his face.

A gentle hand pries his hand away from his face, caressing the bloodied skin with the pad of its thumb. Kayn flinches beneath the touch, unable to meet your gaze which he knows is disappointed. 

“You’re alright…” The sudden feeling of your body crushing his causes the remaining air in his lungs to leave with a choked grunt. He reciprocates your affection hesitantly, hands still trembling from the intensity of Rhaast’s takeover. Gone is his usual cocky, assured persona, and in its place is a man terrified of hurting one of the few things he held dear.

“I thought I’d lost you.” Your voice trembles, lacking the usual nonchalance he’s grown used to hearing. It’s an odd change, though welcome nonetheless. His arms pull you closer to him, winding tightly around your midsection before he allows himself to slump tiredly against your shoulder.

He thought he’d lost you too.

You press your nose against his temple breathing in the scent of him beneath the ash and blood that coats him in thick layers. “I’ve got you…” You mumble though it’s more of an assurance for you than him, “I’ve got you.”

He takes it all in. Your words of comfort, your touches, and, most importantly of all, your presence. The unyielding rock that held him still in his moments of weakness. 

©asarii 2023 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[01142893]

韓國代購生活大公開，跟著我代購一天吧！ft 仙露莉安 Fairy Lilian｜阿侖 Alun