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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!”

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puffcap-factory · 20 days

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When Carpool Jams Gone Awry (Heartsteel Kayn x reader)

Heartsteel!Kayn x gn!reader; fluff, pure fluff, crack.

After Ezreal witnessed the certain incident between you and Kayn in the past week, he decided to put matters in his own hands as a wingman and set you two on a quick car trip for just the two of you.

Part 1 of this fic is right here! I suggest reading the first one first for more context though, but it's completely up to you :)

Notes: Idk why but heartsteel fics smh made me focus on the crack instead of the romance (oops). There’s 3 song references that I used for the fic btw. Oh, and I might try some spicier ones with Kayn though, he has so much potential. Anyways, enjoy the story! :D

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The passenger seat became a silent observer to the awkwardness between you and Kayn as he settled into the driver's seat. You could practically feel the tension seeping into the air as you clicked on your seatbelt.

It wasn’t like this for the past few days, you thought. But why do you suddenly feel awkward now?

"So… it’s not the usual spot down the street then?" you asked, breaking the uncomfortable quietness.

"Nah, Ezreal mixed things up and ordered from somewhere else," Kayn replied with a grunt. “That prick…” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for you to catch. You noticed him setting the GPS of the car for about a 20-minute drive from your place.

Sensing the need to ease the tension, you reached over and turned on the radio, letting the music fill the car. You couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up in this situation.

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It had been almost a week since that certain incident, yet neither you nor Kayn had mentioned anything about the guitar lesson or the fall. The week had also flown by with various schedules, leaving little time for just the two of you.

Kayn, although you knew that he had been acting like everything’s cool, couldn't hide the subtle changes in his behavior. You could tell by the way he would avoid prolonged eye contact when you talked to him, or felt his gaze when he occasionally stole quick glances at you when you weren’t looking. However, the interactions you had throughout the week with him were never personal; there weren’t many opportunities in the first place.

But tonight, it was Friday night, and the group had planned a barbecue on the rooftop of the dorm's apartment building. Everyone had pitched in to prepare, setting up grills and tables for a fun evening.

As the party kicked off and laughter filled the air, it was around 8 pm when you excused yourself to head back to your room for a bathroom break. On the stairs, you ran into Ezreal, who seemed a bit frantic.

"Hey, y/n! Perfect timing, I need your help," Ezreal said, rushing up the stairs.

"What's up, Ez?"

“So, I ordered these desserts for us,” he paused as he showed you his phone with the orders displayed. “But I accidentally selected ‘pick up’ instead of ‘delivery’! Can you come with me to grab them, pleaaase?”

"Oh, sure, no problem," you replied casually. It seemed like a simple errand, nothing more. "I'll head to my room first, then meet you in the parking lot, okay?" you added.

“You’re the best!” Ezreal exclaimed, visibly relieved. “Take your time and I’ll be waiting downstairs then!” He headed back towards the rooftop eagerly, leaving you to make your way to your room.

You smiled at his reaction, and brushed off the thought of why he had seemed somewhat agitated for a mere errand, as you headed to the bathroom in your room.

After a moment, you finally made your way down to the basement level, ready to accompany Ezreal for the dessert pick-up. As you stepped out of the glass door of the parking lot, you spotted Kayn standing near the group’s SUV. He was looking at his phone, one hand in his pocket, seemingly to be waiting for you. He looked up as you approached, quickly pocketing his phone.

“Let’s go,” he said flatly, waiting for you to join him.

“Wait, you’re the one who’s gonna pick up the ice cream?” You quipped as you went up to him.

“Yeah, Ezreal claimed he had some ‘urgent tasks’ to handle,” he rolled his eyes, clearly not buying what Ezreal said.

“Oh well…” you paused, starting to understand why he had seemed unusually excited. “Let’s go then.”

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And that was how it went. It was clear to you that Ezreal had set up a sneaky scheme for you two. Although you certainly wouldn’t object to spend alone time together with Kayn, you had to admit it was a bit sudden. However, the lack of conversation was starting to bother you more than usual, somehow.

“I got to play a bit further into the song, you know?” you finally began.

“Oh? So, I assume your guitar lessons are going smoothly, hm?” Kayn asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his head slightly towards you before facing back to the road.

“Of course,” you smiled to yourself, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve been practicing a bit before bed.”

“Show me later then,” he challenged with a smirk.

“Alright.”

Silence.

Okay, you’re not going to mention the fall, at least not yet. It seemed neither of you wanted to broach that topic. You were racking your brain for another conversation starter when a familiar song started playing in the background.

You couldn't resist vibing with the music, its lively tempo lifting the mood in the car as you started singing. Kayn was clearly enjoying the beat too, nodding along and joining you in singing. It quickly turned into a car karaoke jam.

“Bang bang into the room, I know you want it

Bang bang all over you, I’ll let you have it “

Oh.

“Back, back seat of my car, I’ll let you have it

Wait a minute let me take you there, ah”

You pretended not to notice anything unusual and kept on singing, letting the beat carry you away. Why were you suddenly realizing the lyrics that didn’t bother you before? Kayn didn’t seem bothered either, at least not now, as he continued singing along. It was almost as if the music had created a little bubble of ease between the two of you, momentarily pushing aside any lingering tension.

The next song, however, shattered that bubble.

Kayn’s voice grew smaller and smaller as the lyrics seemed to get into his head.

“You like it wet and so do I…

…I know you never waste a drip”

You noticed his voice trailing off, but you pressed on, determined not to let the tension settle back in the air. Masking every awkwardness with your solo karaoke session, you threw yourself into the song, trying not to care about the awkward atmosphere.

Oh god, how much longer does this drive take.

You silently prayed for the next song to be less suggestive. Unfortunately, the radio playlist seemed to have other plans.

As soon as the next song played, Kayn went completely still beside you, his face straight, expressionless. The tension between you two became almost suffocating, thick in the air like a heavy fog.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy…

You like it hard like me, it’s what you need.”

You felt like jumping out of the car to escape the tension that filled the space. It was as if the song had suddenly laid bare all the unspoken tension between you and Kayn. He remained unresponsive as his gaze fixed straight ahead, and you could sense his uneasiness.

“Let’s get naked and explore our inner secrets…”

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged with meaning. Why was this song playing now of all times? You struggled to maintain your composure, but the blush creeping up your cheeks betrayed your cool. It was clear that the mood had shifted, and your confidence to continue singing wavered as your voice grew smaller and smaller.

Even though the lyrics were etched into your mind, you tried to salvage the situation by nodding along with the beat. Neither of you dared to reach for the radio to change the song, as if both of you were in denial that the lyrics had stirred something between you two. The car was becoming like a pressure cooker, the tension almost tangible between you and him.

Summoning your courage, you stole a glance at Kayn, whose gaze remained fixed straight ahead, visibly tense. His jaw was clenched, and you couldn't help but admire the view for a moment, before realizing you had stared for too long. He caught your gaze as he glanced to the side briefly.

“What?” he finally said, breaking the silence.

“O-oh, nothing,” you stammered, quickly glancing back to the front, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Is the shop still far?”

“No, it’s right there,” he motioned with his head, and you could see the small light panel displaying the logo of the fast food chain store.

Kayn then parked at the open lot, and you both stepped out from the car. Finally, a breath of fresh air, the one that you desperately needed.

“Wait here, I’ll grab it quick,” Kayn said, taking the lead.

“I think I’ll borrow the bathroom,” you said with an awkward smile. He nodded in acknowledgment as he headed into the shop counter.

You made a straight dash for the bathroom, taking a moment to collect yourself and plan how to handle the rest of the drive back with him. You were sure you wouldn’t survive that same kind of tension again.

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Meanwhile, Kayn, who had taken the orders, waited in the car. He knew he had been hiding his blush during the whole ride, not expecting the tension to be that intense. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to clear his head. His mind was busy replaying the events that had led to this awkward situation.

“Kayn – aw, come on, I swear it’s a quick drive!” Ezreal pleaded, holding out the car keys.

“Ugh, if it’s a quick drive then why are you asking me?” Kayn groaned in response.

“Because… because…” Ezreal trailed off.

“Hey, I’ll drive. I don’t mind,” K’sante offered from the side.

“Oh… um,” Ezreal answered reluctantly, glancing at Kayn for a bit before a playful grin appeared on his face. “Alright then, y/n will be waiting down at the carpark,” Ezreal grinned mischievously as he handed the keys to K’sante.

Before K’sante could take them, Kayn snatched the keys from Ezreal’s hands.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

Kayn rubbed his forehead, realizing all too well that they had set this up for him. He did want to spend more time with you, but the unexpected set of songs playing on the radio had interrupted his more peaceful set of plans. He then turned on the radio, just to check what song was playing, but immediately turned it off as he heard another set of suggestive lyrics in it.

Nope, not again.

He sighed in attempt to ease his own tension, feeling it did not work, he went out from the car. He took a deep breath as he contemplated on what he should do for the rest of the drive as he held his one arm on the car to support his weight, as his head now facing down to the ground.

“Damn it…” he grumbled, his face reddening the more he thought about you.

Meanwhile, you had decided to buy a cone of vanilla ice cream after making up your mind in the bathroom. You figured some sweet treat might help salvage the time.

Just for another 20 minutes, you can do it, y/n.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, you attempted to calm yourself before heading out of the store. As you made your way to the car, you found Kayn sitting at the metal bars near the parked car, seemingly lost in thought as he faced the other way.

“Uh… sorry to keep you waiting, Kayn,” you said softly, approaching him with your ice cream in hand. Kayn glanced at you briefly but didn't fully turn, still deep in his thoughts. Sensing he wanted to say something, you took a seat next to him on the metal bars, quietly enjoying your ice cream.

“Hey,” he finally called out, his face still turned away.

“Y- yes?” You were somewhat startled by his sudden tense demeanor, but you waited for him to continue. The sudden tension made your heart begin to beat faster.

He cursed under his breath, rubbing his face with his palm as if trying to shake off his uneasiness. Then, in a mumble, he said, “I’ll just ask this straight.”

“…Are you seeing someone?” His face still away from you, his voice tense.

“No…” you replied softly, a bit taken aback by the question.

He let out an exhale, rubbing the back of his neck as his face started to redden. “Do you… want to go out… with me?” His voice trailed off, barely audible.

Glancing at him, you noticed his face turned away, his ears tinged with pink. A smile crept onto your face.

Without hesitation, you softly placed your hand on his, which was resting on the metal bars.

He immediately turned to face you, his pinkish face now fully visible as you beamed a smile at him. Nodding happily, you conveyed your answer without words. You didn’t care anymore if your face turned as red as a tomato; seeing your reaction, Kayn's bashfulness immediately changed into a cocky smirk.

"Heh," he chuckled, his smirk widening although his blush was still present. "Looks like it’s not that hard to ask you out."

“Huh, what do you mean by that?” you teased, squeezing the hand which held his.

“Argh, your hand is all sticky!” he exclaimed, standing up and trying to shake off the melted ice cream.

“Kayn!” you laughed, feeling the tension dissipate as you both made your way towards the car door, ready to head back. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your hearts.

You settled in the car seat when Kayn suddenly leaned closer from his seat. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, his fingers hovered near your nose.

“What?” you asked, trying to keep a straight face.

He grinned, his fingers lightly touching the ice cream stain on your nose. “You’re so sloppy,” he teased, before playfully sucking the melted ice cream off his fingers.

You couldn’t help but blush furiously, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as he chuckled. Kayn's demeanor had definitely lightened up, but the car ride back home was a relentless onslaught of teasing directed at you. With or without music, his remarks kept you on edge, and though you wouldn’t admit it, deep down you were secretly enjoying it.

Was 20 minutes this short?

•~•~•~•

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, K’sante glanced at his wristwatch, a bemused expression on his face. "Aren’t they kinda late?" he asked, turning to Ezreal.

Ezreal simply grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Let them be," he replied with a knowing smile. "They'll be back with stories, I'm sure."

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