#lol fanfic

[timetoeatthebread-blog]

Heartsteel! Members suddenly have to take care of a child; Headcanons (Gender neutral and in an imaginary world where police is THAT useless. I like to think it isn't)

How they found you and how they reacted :

Kayn:

- He was literally minding his own business

- You ran up to him because of his pink eye and pink hair.

- Just straight up grabbing his left leg and not letting go, like a little menace.

- He tried to shake you off

- Almost fell face first into a wall while jumping around with his free leg.

- The little tic (You) had the grip of a true warrior.

- You bit him in his calf.

- Didn't hurt him that much. Instead it spooked him because he didn't expect a small child to have such sharp teeth. He hit his face on a pole on the sidewalk.

- What are you, a vampire? You little menace.

- You didn't know what menace meant, but vampire sounded cool. You pretended to be a vampire from this moment on, trying to bite him.

- At some point he finally got you off his leg and carried you under his arm like a bag.

- Wha- THE FU--

- Yes, you bit his arm

- Dude was so confused that he didn't even call the police

- Instead he took you home so Yone can take care of you.

Yone:

- Was grocery shopping, rolling his cart and checking the list if he needed anything

- Suddenly there was you, running around with a mini shopping cart.

- Totally proud of yourself. You were acting like an adult and you liked it (Because rolling the cart is fun).

- At some point you got lost from your family and then you saw Yone.

- It's not everyday you see someone in a zebra (in your child words. It wasn't a zebra print) shirt print.

- Like the young and cultured child you were, you asked if he saw your parents.

- The mom of the group tried to find your parents.

- Failed.

- The police wasn't really much help either. No one reported you missing.

- They (Police) were trying to take you but you cried so much because you didn't want to be separated from the gentle giant.

- One thing led to another and the police have his number and they will call him if they have any information.

- Brought you a pair of clothes so you have a change of clothes for later.

- Everyone was surprised when Yone didn't return with groceries and instead with a child.

K'sante:

- Was walking out of the gym and through a park

- Instantly noticed that you were alone on the playground.

- Checks for anyone in the vicinity of the park.

- The nearest residential area was a long way from the park.

- Walks up to you, crouches and greets you.

- Another gentle giant. But more energetic.

- Your sibling left you here as a prank to scare you.

- Parents gone on a trip.

- Cue inner anger at your sibling.

- Takes you to an ice cream shop. Buys you your favorite. With extra whipped cream/fruit.

- Contemplates his next options.

- Decides to take you home since it was getting dark, left his number at the police station and let them know the situation.

- Let's Yone know. Yone buys you a few things.

- Shows you his big armadillo plushie.

- The rest doesn't know that you are there yet (minis Yone)

Aphelios:

- Yes, he was in a store.

- Yes, they sold plushies.

- Yes, he bought a plushie gun and he was buying ammo.

- It's all for a prank I swear.

- You were hiding under one of the tables.

- Initially didn't care for you. Was sure your parents were nearby.

- They were not.

- Walks with you hand in hand, slow peace isn't a problem for him

- Thinks how you follow after him with your steps is cute.

- Calls his sister for help. She is completely serious and comes to you guys.

- She falls instantly in love with how cute and precious, scoops you up in her arms and carries you around.

- Aphelios kinda regrets not picking you up sooner.

- They go to the police station and they do nothing.

- Time to let Yone know what was happening...

- Since you were cute and you made his sister happy, he was quite happy himself to join his sister to buy cute things for you.

Ezreal:

- Was buying himself boba in a mall.

- And a new phone charger.

- His last one got destroyed by a mistake by Aphelios' prank.

- Saw you in the cutest, silliest outfit.

- Dude loves cute things almost as much as Aphelios.

- But you were alone. Like sitting in the corner alone and looking at people.

- You noticed him.

- Big pant look cool.

- Cue you running up to him and asking all about his pants, not understanding why it had so many unnecessary accessories.

- He discovers you were left alone by your sibling (again).

- You've been in the mall since the early morning. It was almost evening now.

- Goes to the police. Police is useless.

- Carries you around on his shoulders. Your laugh is precious and so is your happiness.

- His (not biological) little sibling! His little angel!

- He swore to protect you until the end.

- Gave you his boba since you were thirsty.

- MMm boba balls. They pop. It's cool as frick.

Sett:

- Was totally practicing basketball

- Found you alone. No one around.

- You asked about his ears. Reminded you of a dog.

- You love dogs.

- So does he.

- Instant connection.

- Calls his Mama for help.

- She is far away now but tells him to get you something to drink and eat and then take you to the police.

- Does as told.

- Buys you something to drink.

- Buys you dino nuggets.

- You both love them.

- Hols your hand and walks with you.

- Gives up when his back eventually starts hurting from bending so much and walking so slowly.

- Police is useless.

- Comes home and notifies Yone so he can take care of it.

- Feeds you more dino nuggets and sugar, while Yone does all the work.

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Just Hair (Jinx x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

She’s usually not this…quiet.

  Well. Maybe that’s a weird thing to have. Sure, she gives the impression of a chatterbox. Someone who loves the sound of her own voice. Someone who can’t stand to be ignored or cast aside. You’d be lying if you said those weren’t your immediate thoughts about her when you first met her.

  But when you think about it, it’s really not like she’s talking all the time. It’s not like she says everything in a shout or a yell or a scream. She’s not loud and explosive and in your face every waking moment of the day. In fact, sometimes you think it’s others that do the talking for her. People who rile her up. People who she riles up. Her footsteps when she wants to be seen and make a scene. The footsteps that come running towards her whenever she’s seen and there’s about to be a scene. The explosives and explosions that she creates. The explosives and explosions that she’s drawn to. It’s all so loud. You associate her loud. She is loud. 

  Even when she’s not the one opening her mouth. So you suppose that’s why you’re so curious as to why she’s being so calm and so still for you right now. She usually isn’t like this. You don’t associate her with behaviors like this. And you just can’t help but wonder: why.

  After all, all you’re doing is laying her head in your lap and brushing through her hair. Not anything important. Not anything crazy. So why?

  Why?

  You think about it as you continue your actions. Your eyes sweep around Jinx’s hideout, hoping it’ll give you some type of clue. The dolls she made a while back are still there. A not-so-successful project is strewn about a makeshift coffee table. One you distinctly remember helping her paint (and then later spray paint) not too long ago. But no dice. So you turn your attention back onto her.

  The girl who’s always on your mind.

  It’s an odd sight, in your opinion. But a beautiful one at the exact time. You’re both on an old mattress. A nicer one in your opinion. You’re sitting up, legged crossed and back straight towards one edge of the mattress while Jinx lays across your lap, head cradled by your thighs. Her signature braids are undone and long blue hair is just about everywhere in your vision as you take your time while running the brush across every single strand you have access to. And it all connects down back to her. And every time you look at her face, you can see the same expression there. Eyes closed. Face relaxed. No frowns. No worries. None of those things. Just pure bliss. Pure, pure bliss.

  It truly is a foreign sight to you. Seeing her so at peace. You would have assumed she was sleeping if you didn’t know her so well. That’s why you’re so hesitant to break the silence. So hesitant to break the stillness that sits between the two of you. But you have to know. You just have to know…

  Why?

  And so, your mouth parts finally, deciding that it’s best to come right out about it. And that’s the thing. There’s a question in there, hanging on your tongue. Dancing on your lips. It’s there. But it doesn’t come out. Not quite yet anyways. You’ve learned to be very careful with your words around her. Very careful with your questions. In the years you’ve been with friends with her, you’ve learned how fragile a hair-trigger can be. You learned how random her trigger can be as well. With things you never known. With things you’ve never expected. So you stay there, and you ponder. Thinking long, thinking hard about what you want to ask. What you want to say. And by the time the perfect sentence forms in your mind…

  “This is nice…”

  …she beats you to the punch.

  “What is?” You ask Jinx in response to her off-hand comment. She takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. And then another. And another. And another. And another. Rinse. Repeat. But in all honesty? You’re fine with this. Never once had you stopped looking down at your friend’s expression with a curious gaze. Never once had your fingers stopped running the bristles of the hairbrush through her long hair- carefully making its way through tiny little knots here and there. 

  Your question can wait if she’s willing to share. Anything in your life could wait for her honestly. Perhaps she knows that about you. Perhaps that’s why she’s taking her time with her answer right now. You have a feeling you’ll never know. She’s always been an enigma after all.

  But she’s your enigma. And she’ll always be.

  “Nobody has brushed my hair in a long, long time.” She finally says after a long period of silence. Her voice is as quiet and as calm as her demeanor is. But there’s nothing scary about this. No silent storm here- not even in the far distance. You’re happy about that. You want it to stay that way. She deserves that. She deserves this. “So this is nice.”

  “No one?” You question, almost absently, after a little while. It’s something to fill the void, really. Something to make her feel acknowledged and seen and heard- even when you don’t quite have a response for her at the moment. “Really?”

  “I don’t play well with others,” She reminds you, a playful lilt to her voice. And although her eyes are still closed. There’s an almost proud smile starting to tug at the corner of her lips- unable to stay hidden for long. “Except for you.”

  Well…I’m glad.” At the mention of you being the exception in you are her life, you can’t help but smile your own smile. Even if her eyes aren’t open to see it. You can’t help it. The words hit straight to your heart, even if she didn’t mean anything much by them. “That makes me special.”

  “You’ve always been special to me.”

  Her eyes are open now. Her gaze is on you. And even though her dark eyes are intense, you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You don’t feel like you’re about to be hunted or stalked. You don’t feel like you’re prey. So you hold her gaze. And you try not to think about just how soft it is now that her eyes are on you. Looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to her right now. And you want to be. Is it selfish to want that? Is it selfish to want that from her when you were once afraid of her too? Is it selfish to want that when you don’t even know her every secret yet? Is it selfish? Is it?

  “Yeah…” 

  It might be. It might be selfish. But by now, the brush in your hand has run over this section more times than you can count already. But you like just how smoothly it travels through her long, pretty hair. You like how it makes her smile a little more. You like how it makes her feel relaxed. Happy. Loved. Cherished. So you’ll do it a couple more times. Just to be sure. Just to be sure. It’s the very least you could do. She deserves that. She deserves this.

  “You’ve always been special to me too.”

  And you’re more than happy to give it to her.

[icequeenbae]

Hi I saw that your requests are open! Can I get a scenario of Aphelios and his non celebrity s/o going on a secret date at night in seoul?

Pairing: Heartsteel!Aphelios x Reader

Established Relationship, slice of life, romance, fluff

Warnings: none? This is pretty mellow stuff lol

Word Count: ~1.3k

Author’s Note: Hiii! Thanks for the request, sweetheart! I couldn’t make it any shorter but please enjoy~ These HEARTSTEEL requests are fun haha Here's some bf!Phel for you!

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

‘What are you doing? Phel…’ You lowered your voice, tugging your boyfriend away from the ramyeon stand.

He was way too enthusiastic about you finally having a date, and now tried robbing the CU store of all its instant noodles. While wearing a mask, too. Like a proper thief.

‘We don’t need 10 packs of ramyeon, it’s just the two of us. The members aren’t going to turn up out of nowhere, I’m hoping?’

Aphelios gave you a meaningful look and shook his head. He sure wanted to add something, but his hands were busy holding all the packs.

‘Let me help you with that.’ You said, grabbing some of those to put them back. ‘You don’t even like this flavor.’

After you quickly sorted your selection, he floated past you to the refrigerated shelves. Pointing at the tiny soy sauce eggs, he looked at you for feedback. You nodded and checked what else was there.

‘How about regular boiled eggs too? We can put them in the ramyeon.’

Aphelios eagerly got some of those as well, clearly liking your idea.

‘Should I get a basket for all this?’ You asked, looking at your poor boyfriend, holding all of the food in his two hands.

He shook his head, but you didn’t listen and still got it to make it easier for him.

‘Put them here. And let’s get some banana milk.’

You didn’t have to specify that you liked the light one. He quickly picked out the package with a blue label, adding it to your basket.

‘Do you want some sausage?’ You asked him.

Your boyfriend shook his head, and then tapped onto a plastic container with triangle kimbap, asking you if you wanted one. When you turned it down, he tugged you by the sleeve of your hoodie to the drinks area.

‘You want iced coffee? Isn’t it a little too cold outside for this?’

He seemed unsure.

‘Let’s get more snacks instead?’

After he agreed, you dug through a separate snack section, picking out a few packs that you’d never tried before. Then Aphelios added your favorite grape jellies to your already outrageous variety.

‘If we continue like this, our next stop would be the pharmacy.’ You commented, evaluating the contents of your basket.

Aphelios huffed out a laugh and shrugged, silently saying ‘Who cares?’

You peeked from your spot, making sure there weren’t too many people at the checkout, and led him there quickly. After paying for everything and pouring hot water into your thermos bottle, you had to tear Aphelios away from the ice cream fridge on your way to the door before you were finally on your way.

When out in the streets, you were usually weary of someone recognizing him, so you tried to keep it casual, walking slightly ahead or behind him. Especially in the evenings, when the Seoul streets were quite crowded. However, you chose a workday for a reason – you’d noticed that there were fewer people hanging out early in the week, so this time you managed to make your way to a less packed area for your impromptu date.

Although Aphelios was usually pretty careful about it as well, this time he took your hand in his, making you fall into step with him instead of marching ahead. As you strolled along the Han River, he pointed to a nice empty spot for you to settle on.

‘No neighbors, nice catch,’ you chuckled, and he squeezed your palm playfully as if to say ‘I did well, didn’t I?’

You got a blanket from Phel’s backpack, lay it on the ground and dropped on it victoriously.

‘That’s a nice view,’ you said, watching Aphelios, who stood in front of you, checking out the Han River, which was beautifully lit by the city lights.

He turned to you, ready to agree, and caught you staring at him. He raised an eyebrow in a silent question, and you looked down at the blanket.

‘To each their own.’

Your boyfriend placed the bag of snacks in front of you and sat down, fishing out his phone. He typed something up and pressed the button, which played the sentence in his voice. Something he worked out with one of his buddies.

‘See something you like?’

The artificial voice lacked the degree of sass you knew was incorporated in that question.

‘One could assume so,’ you shrugged, playing it cool.

Both his eyebrows went up, and then he narrowed his eyes, returning to typing.

‘I hope I didn’t misunderstand when you suggested eating ramyeon so late at night…’

You gasped, and he was obviously amused by your reaction.

‘Don’t be naughty.’ You told him, busying yourself with unpacking your food.

He kept watching you intently until you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘What??’

He shook his head, refusing to reply. And as you pouted at him for this, he quickly leaned in, tugging his mask down, and gave you a clandestine kiss. It was a fleeting contact, yet it managed to heat up your cheeks nicely.

Content with the result, he joined you in making your table for tonight, a ghost of a smile still decorating his lips. Oh, he thought it was so cute! He didn’t even have to speak to make you flustered.

You sighed, watching him take over the preparations. He opened the two biggest cups, or bowls, rather, of ramyeon and poured some hot water into them, using chopsticks to hold the lids closed.

‘The eggs,’ you reminded him, and he hurriedly rummaged through a pile of your snacks to find them.

He made an undefinable noise when you tried to take one to help him peel them, so you simply sat back, watching him do it. A few minutes later, your noodles were nice and ready, and so were you. As you opened the lid, you finally grasped how cold you were getting. However pretty the night view of the Han River and the bridge over it was, the cool breeze could not go unnoticed.

You slurped your noodles simultaneously. It tasted really good for some reason – you weren’t sure if that was because of the cold, or the excitement of you being here, or just having Phel’s intimate company… Maybe it was all of those combined? In any case, the hot noodles worked well for you in these circumstances.

But still, Aphelios noticed that you were beginning to tremble and motioned for you to drink the broth too.

‘You too. It’s pretty chilly out here, huh?’ You replied before gulping the warm spicy broth.

He did the same and then put his bowl down, scooting closer to you. Taking the freed part of your blanket, he used it to cover your back and his.

‘Thanks, Phel,’ you mumbled, still chewing your noodles.

He typed up his reply.

‘It’s windier than I thought. Let’s finish our ramyeon and move.’

‘But I like it here…’ You protested. ‘I like our little picnic. You know I don’t get alone time with you that often…’

He chewed on his lip for a few moments and then cocked his head to the side again.

‘What?’ You asked, demanding interpretation.

‘I can hear the clanking of your teeth, babe. I must take you somewhere warm.’

He studied your disappointed face and typed something else.

‘We can still be alone there?’

That sounded a little more promising.

‘We won’t have to break any laws to be alone, I hope?’ You inquired, recalling that one time when he basically hijacked K’Sante’s truck to take you to the seaside.

The mischievous smile on his face told you all you needed to know.

Oh well. If it was worth risking it all with anyone, you’d do that with Phel.

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A/N: Ahhh, hope you enjoyed this Aphelios scenario~ Please don't forget to comment and reblog if you want to support me 💕 I will take a few more requests, so hurry up and drop an ask if you want me to write some more Heartsteel~

[bookishdreamer28]

Heartsteel! Ezreal x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, enjoying the feeling. 

He then pulled back and turned me to him. 

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

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

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

"I love you so so so much"

He chuckled, cupping my face, and kissed me. 

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed hard and rested my head on his shoulder. 

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading 💕

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[thisistoji]

he is my new addiction 🙃

credit: aussummer3

[cat-astro-pick]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

"Another love letter?"

"As always."

"..."

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

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

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

"Good on your show."

"How was it?"

"....You were good."

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

"..."

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

"'Well, I should probably get going."

"Already?"

"You guys are having a party afterward."

"Can't you come with me?"

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

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

"Rest well. Don't strain yourself."

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

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

"...miserable."

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

"Idiot..."

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

"I like the sound of your voice."

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

[caitlynskitten]

Y/N & Caitlyn watch Jinx commit crimes from afar

Y/N: *dreamily* I can fix her.

Caitlyn: *pulling out her sniper* I can too.

[glitter-gummy-bears]

Danny Phantom & Naruto crossover idea

As Minato collapsed into the dirt alongside his wife, gaping holes in both their middles, all he could feel was a strange relief. They saved their home. They saved Naruto. Their son was safe.

His relief soon turned to confusion though. He wasn't entirely sure how long it took for someone's soul to be eaten but he's pretty sure it should have happened by now. Was the Reaper just taking it's time? Perhaps it wanted to draw out the pain for as long as possible before tearing his soul out.

Glancing back at the hulking figure Minato felt what was left of his stomach drop. The beast, once a huge menacing shadow with glowing green eyes, (eyes that were brighter then even the purest healing chakra) was shrinking. Soon it was no bigger then a genin, the shadows fell away to reveal a disturbingly human form.

It hovered in the air in an almost groggy way before snapping to attention! It looked at Minato 'This is it...' the young Hokage thought as the creature flew straight at him.

Much to Minato's surprise the creature didn't immediately snatch his soul, instead opting to frantically fly around him and Kushina making destressed noises in what had to be an unknown language.

The creature, much to Minato's horror, reached for Kushina.

"NO!" He yelled with all his remaining strength, "Don't touch her! I'm the one you want!"

The creature jolted at Minato's yelling then turned to him. Finally it spoke for the first time.

"D-don't... be scared," It said slowly almost like it was trying to remember what the words meant. "I'm going to help you."

The last of the shadows fell away and Minato was met with the face of a child. A child who's tears were falling freely from his face.

He reached out to both fallen shinobi engulfing them in a green energy Minato recognized as healing chakra. Although he'd never felt it this cold before.

"I don't understand," he gasped out feeling his lungs and heart stitch themselves back together. "Aren't you here to eat my soul?"

The boy's tearful face twisted into disgust, "Why would I want to do that? Look, just stop talking this is harder then it looks."

When Kushina felt her eyes fluttered open she wasn't expecting to see her husbands relived smiling face next to her own, she definitely wasn't expecting to see a flying teenager with glowing eyes healing her wounds.

"W...what's happening?" She slurred, "Wh... Naruto!" Her arms thrashed around trying to force the rest of her body up.

"Hey! Calm down! Your wounds will reopen!" The glowing boy yelped.

"I don't care! I need my baby!"

The boy quickly flew out of sight only to return with a familiar bundle. "Look he's fine! You can relax he's safe."

Kushina felt a new wave of tears, her baby was okay. And so was she apparently?

"You saved us." She concluded, looking at the strange boy.

"Yes, you'll both be fine now. But you might not wanna move around too much for a few weeks." The boy said with a tired chuckle. He leaned down and placed Naruto between the two of them.

Instinctively, Kushina reached over to place a hand on her baby and felt the tips of Minato's fingers against the blanket. He smiled at her. It was a messy, watery, bloody smile and she never wanted it to end. They were alive. Their son wasn't alone.

"Thank you."

The boy blushed green and shifted awkwardly. "Uh, you're welcome."

"I still don't understand why you helped us," Minato said looking at the boy, "You didn't have too."

The boy looked confused now, "If you can help someone then of course you have to, that's what I think anyway."

Before either of the two could respond a wall of green cut through the air. The boy made his way towards it, "Hopefully the next time we meet will be under better circumstances. Oh, and congrats on your baby!"

And with that the teen disappeared.

What did he mean by next time?

[heavensenthale]

a chance to get lost with you

Fandom: League of Legends Pairing: Diana/Leona Rating: Mature Word count: 6k words

Excerpt: Diana woke up to the tell-tale pain of a heavy shield crashing against her body. She wasn’t sure at what point she fell asleep, but she must have passed out from exhaustion somewhere around dawn. Her head pounded with the beginnings of a headache and her right side still rattled with the crash of something against it.

A quick look around the cave reassured her that no one had slammed against her, still, she removed her glove and vambrace, rolled her sleeve and watched as her bruised skin reddened as if she’d been hit. 

Puzzled, she brought her arm close to her face and saw she had new markings on her skin. They were as pale as she was, but still visible: silver lines that looked a lot like the markings she had once seen at a cave that was out of bounds for the acolytes back with the Rakkor. Leona could believe anything she wanted, but Diana knew Leona shared the knowledge she had now: the Lunari and the Solari don’t need to be foes. Diana would give her time while working towards what the Aspect had shown her in fragmented visions.

She put the vambrace back on, but hesitated when putting on her glove. At the back of her right hand there was another mark resembling a small sun. It was different from the other marks because it shined in pale golden lines that reminded her of Leona, bathed in sunlight before she fought Diana. Without an explanation for it, she put the glove back on, determined to stop thinking about the past she left behind.

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[alteregoapollo]

♡°. "Hydrangeas and Honey"

...an EzKayn Childhood friends to lovers fanfic (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)🩷💚

. Status: Work in progress

. Rating: Mature

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♡.°🩷 Summary:

Friends since they could remember clearly, Ezreal, Kayn, and his sister Akali carried a mixture of not-so-harmonious colors. Ezreal held in his heart that hopeful green that blossomed alongside plants in spring, in contrast to Kayn's deeply melancholic blue.

Separated shortly after turning twelve, a month before the first Christmas Ezreal would spend alone with his stuffed animals, the story follows happy childhood memories, overshadowed by the passing of time. The summers spent running barefoot on hot asphalt and licking the melting ice cream between their sticky fingers would become only distant and fond memories, intensified by the pain of when Zed would have stolen his wife's car, taking the children with him as far away as possible.

[timetoeatthebread-blog]

Aphelios x Reader - Dreaming of You. (Part 4)

Just noticed that my writing is GN lmao

Everyone should be able to enjoy Phel!

You continued to stare at him, completely astonished by the situation and the view before your eyes. The moonlight was shining on his face, giving his eyes a glow that wasn't there before. He noticed that your gawking intensified, which induced a slightly bigger smile on his face before his expression changed as a coughing fit attacked his body.  

It made you snap out of whatever you were thinking about him in this moment. Instead, you focused on his condition, touching his shoulder and coming closer, inspecting his coughing, worried expression on your face. "I think you should drink some water, Aphelios," and you lead him to the lake after that, holding his arm and crouching with him beside the lake.  

He scooped up the water with his hands and brought them to his mouth, drinking the water as you rubbed small circles on his broad back, sill surprised from his sudden coughing fit.  

Soon after drinking, his coughing calmed down and his breath became even, while you still massaged his back. "Are you better now?" you asked, hand still on his back. All you received back was a nod as you put your hands on your knees, lifting yourself up and stealing a quick glance in his direction as he stared at the water before him, the moon reflecting in the lake, with a few stars in between.  

You reached your hand towards him, gesturing for him to take your hand. He did as you wanted and you pulled him up, before your hand was back at its original place, by your side.  

"I've had a few questions to ask you and Alune, about how much you guys know about me, maybe tell more about myself if there is a need for that, but I doubt that will be necessary," you said, placing your hands behind your back as you traced back to the scarf that was hanging on the tree, checking if it's dry. Thanks to the thin and silky material, the article of clothing was dry, still as skiny and bright as before. 

"Since you can speak, I can ask you that question... But if you can't speak much then I understand if it's better to wait for Alune to appear." You finished what you wanted to say, curious about his answer. As you turned around with the scarf in hand, you noticed a small green-blue bottle in his hand as he was uncorking it. Instantly knowing what it was, you tensed up a little, since it felt bizarre to see a person willingly drink a poison.  

Before he drank the poison, you still felt the need to ask. Partially because you wanted to be sure and partially because you felt the need to act like a normal person, as to not arouse suspicion that you already knew what it was. Which would be weird if he knew, but maybe he'll know the truth one day. Or maybe he already knows. You'll see what Alune says later.  

What matters is that you honestly didn't feel like seeing Aphelios in pain and suffering, like it was unnecessary. Couldn't he drink it when he needed his weapons? You guessed not, since he would be vulnerable at the beginning of a fight if he decided to drink the poison just when the enemy appeared. "Uh, what is this?" You gestured towards the bottle in his hands, coming closer to him. 

"Noctum." He answered and shortly after, he drank the poison. The bottle fell to the ground as you ran up to him. He coughed again and panted, grabbing at his throat instinctively, trying to lessen the pain he felt in this moment. 

His whole body felt like burning, his throat squeezing itself. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to see anything before his eyes. Vision was blurry. His balance was disturbed for a second, but you were there to hold him up, calling out to him.  

You almost screamed in panic when he wobbled too hard to the right side, worried that he will hurt himself in the process.  

"Let me hold you up, try to breathe, please Aphelios," you said, worry in your voice, as you tried to hold up his weight. He was looming over your form, his bodyweight partially on your person as you held him up, one hand on his waist and the other one on on arm as you looked at his face.  

Shortly after, his legs regained some strength and as a result you had an easier job holding him up. The hand that was on his arm travelled towards his face as you looked into his eyes, checking on his condition.  

A pale blush was present on his face, a drop of sweat ran down his temple and his eyes, surely enough, his eyes were half lidded and pensive, a dazed expression on his face. He continued to breathe heavily and tried to collect himself, eyes still unfocused, until he looked down at you, as you tried to talk to him to grab his attention.  

Your brows were furrowed and stress and anxiety all over your face as you continued to check his condition, trying your best to make sure he was alright and waiting patiently until he regained his balance.  

"Hey, hey, look at me, please Aphelios. Look into my eyes. Great, you are doing great. Keep looking. Now, breathe. Try breathing deeply and slowly, okay? Repeat after me." 

With his eyes focused now on you, he repeated just as you instructed, breathing gradually becoming normal. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Alune.  

Poor girl was above her brother and orbiting around him, a look of guilt and concern in her eyes while she continued to check his condition herself.  

It was obvious why she felt guilty, after all, the only way they can be close is when Aphelios drinks the noctum poison. If there was anyone who knew of how much pain Aphelios was in, it was her.  

"I am with you, Brother. I know the pain you feel, you are not alone. We are with you," Alune tried to reach for her brother, fingertips grazing his shoulder but going right through his body.  

She took a breath and continued, "Remember our promise and feel the moonlight, Aphelios. Embrace the darkness and do not turn away from the pain. Embrace it."  

As if under a spell, Aphelios calmed completely down as soon as he heard his sister's voice calling out to him. He lifted his weight off of your body, leaving your embrace, but still keeping his sight on you.  

His touch lingered where he held your shoulders to rise up to his full height as you stared right back at him, a question escaping your throat, "Are you feeling better? It would be best if you sat down for the next few minutes." , looking at the ground shortly after. 

You picked up the bottle along with the cork, noticing some leftover poison inside. You didn't hesitate to pour the last few drops onto the ground as well. Aphelios stood in place, almost unmoving, save for his hand over his eye as he stared at the ground, chest moving steadily as he was breathing, with Alune still levitating and orbiting around her brother.  

Because of Aphelios, the scarf was long forgotten, lying on the ground. You picked it up, checking for any damage and concluding that it was still quite clean, only needing slight shaking off to remove the potential sand residue. Doing just that, you came back to where Aphelios was located, standing on your tippy toes as you put the scarf around him again. It made him snap out of his deep thoughts, while you only glanced at him quickly, finishing clothing him.  

"Are you ready, Aphelios? If so, we can start walking again." You muttered to him, straightening out his scarf and the collar of his black shirt, before creating more distance between the two of you. He nodded as he walked past you and continued on ahead. Soon, you followed behind him, keeping up with his fast peace.  

Silence fell between the two of you as you walked through the Forest. At the very least, the forest seemed to carry an almost sweet fragrance, similar to honey and pine. The trees remained unmoving while the leaves were dancing with the wind, creating a soft sound that graced your ears. Looking towards the sky, it was almost as if Mother Moon was looking down at you. Not being there for you. But instead, simply being with you in the darkness, illuminating the path ahead with ease. 

[manias-wordcount]

Hey! I saw that you write for ekko from arcane and could you write hcs or a small fic where ekko catches his crush or s\o having a anxiety attack?

S/o facing an Anxiety Attack HCs (Ekko)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 (𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

For the longest time, you kept Ekko in the dark about this

He always seemed so confident and so carefree

You didn’t want to be seen as weak- you wanted him to like you

So you kept it all in and made sure that the cracks would never show in front of him

Until one day, they did

It was the stress and the fear and the anxiety of a bunch of different situations closing in

Your personal life, the state of Zaun, pressure from Piltover, so many things at once

You ended up just hiding out in your room one night and curling into a ball by your bed, crying and thinking about just how scary life seems to be

Unfortunately (or rather, fortunately) for you, tonight was a night Ekko was supposed to come over

…and you forgot he had a key to your apartment

Luckily, you weren’t having a panic attack- so you were in a much better, much more rational state

But when you suddenly looked up and found him in your doorway, starring at you with concern…you couldn’t help but cry harder

You tried so hard not to seem weak in front of him, the minute the dam broke it shattered

Luckily for you…Ekko doesn’t care about any of that stuff

He was quick to come over to you and scope you up in your arms

He’s clumsy with his comforting but he’s tender and he’s sweet and he’s kind

So the moment he holds you and asks you if you’re alright, if you’re hurt, and if there’s someone he needs to pay a visit to, you start to feel a little bit better

Now that the secret is out and you see how caring he is towards you in such a vulnerable state, you can’t help but feel silly you ever doubted him

You end up telling him about your fears and he tells you not to worry about a single one of them because he’ll always be there to protect you

And that he’s got you back as long as you promise to have his too

That night, the two of you end up passing out on top of your bed after spending hours talking about the reality the two of you face

In those moments together, your affection for each other really grew

You still have your anxieties- you know they won’t disappear in one night

But at least now, you have someone to face them with

You have Ekko! And he has you <3

[icequeenbae]

Hii! This is a more slow burn request so I’m sorry if it’s a little difficult, but could I request Heartsteel Ezreal x reader who’s knowledgeable and quite sarcastic and quick witted with their replies? I just wonder how their meeting would go with the whole Black cat, golden retriever vibe!

And maybe the reader sometimes suffers from low self-esteem and burnout.

Pairing: Heartsteel!Ezreal x Reader ft. all members

Heartsteel AU, attempted humor, fluff

Warnings: grumpymanager!Reader, Kayn is annoying as fuck… language? lol

Word Count: ~1.4k

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: Hiii~ Thank you for the Ezreal request, sweetie! I do have my favorites in Heartsteel to write for, and he is definitely at the top of that list <3 Not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but let’s give it a try! As usual, let me know via comments/ asks/ reblogs, I try stay on it~ P.S. The stuff I post for requests is usually not beta’ed, so pls bear with me…

You rubbed your tired eyes and cursed, checking if your fingers had any mascara on them. There was an issue to resolve, and you had hoped to finish up before the Heartsteel members returned to the waiting room after their rehearsal. But your plan failed miserably.

‘Our dearest manager!’ Kayn appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. ‘Always working, what a busy little bee!’

You raised your eyebrow at him and stayed silent until he cleared his throat and retracted his arm, while the rest of the members scattered around the room, minding their own business.

‘Someone has to work around here,’ you replied, typing away on your laptop.

‘You should take a break and go grab something to eat at least,’ Yone suggested.

His amiable comment made you release a desperate sigh.

‘They messed up the mic backup, Yone. Not to mention that we have the music video budget due tomorrow and someone screwed up the calculations. I cannot let you film without the drones or the special effects crew. If you do everything yourselves, you’ll be dead before you go on stage again, and I will be ripped into a million tiny pieces by the company or your fans. And I don’t know which one’s worse…’

‘If that’s Sett’s fans you’ll live. They all twinky as shit, look at Phel.’ Kayn cackled, and Yone glared at him.

Sett and Aphelios exchanged looks, probably deciding to give their most annoying member a proper thrashing another time just for the sake of your emotional wellbeing. At least someone understood how dire the situation was.

‘How can I help?’ The producer asked.

Although you appreciated the offer, you knew that they had to perform tomorrow, so Yone would have to supervise the last of preparations starting early morning. You could not allow him to spend the night helping you and then go straight into tomorrow’s work. The price of a screwup was too high on this one.

‘You can help by taking them out for dinner and making sure they’re tucked in later. I don’t want anyone out wreaking any havoc while I’m not around to settle everything.’

‘That I can arrange.’ Yone nodded, giving the rest of the members a solid onceover. ‘You heard Y/N, boys. No fun for you tonight, we have a very long day tomorrow.’

‘Ugh. Buzzkill…’ Sett sighed, and Phel pinched him on the arm, hard. ‘Ow!!’

‘I think we can live with one night in, guys,’ Ezreal interjected. ‘We’re so tired anyway.’

‘Speak for yourself, young man. I am full of energy!’ K’Sante retorted.

What a traitorous blow! You’d expect it from anyone but him.

Noticing your flabbergasted expression, K’Sante quickly continued.

‘…which I can spend by working some iron in the gym before bed time.’

You shook your head, trying to focus on your spreadsheet again. It was a little- no, it was extremely overwhelming, trying to fix several urgent issues at once, while running on a couple hours of sleep, half a sandwich (had to donate the rest to Sett – he’s still growing, after all… or so he thinks) and way too much coffee.

‘Are you going to stay here though?’ Ezreal asked, sounding too quiet for his usual bubbly self.

You assumed he was afraid to get the short end of the stick and make you explode with his question. But you were too tired to even yell at any of them.

‘Not that I have any choice,’ you answered dryly. ‘Not everyone can teleport, Ezzie.’

He pursed his lips, probably realizing that it was best to leave you alone before you gave him the same glare that Kayn had earned earlier. Unlike the demonic bastard, Ezreal was among the members who preferred to stay away from you when you were fuming, as opposed to irritating you further to poke some fun. Yone had already spent a week negotiating for you to take back your resignation once, so they were on their best behavior ever since. Well, the best they could muster, which wasn’t that great but in the grand scheme of things… you’d take what you could get.

After they all vacated the premises, you finally managed to send the updated budget numbers for approval, and made a few calls about the mic replacement. It was unbelievable, but you really had to find someone to get the necessary equipment and fly in to bring it on time. So you stayed at the venue to be able to check whether everything worked fine right away.

But later that night, a mystery visitor woke you up while scooping you off the chair to get you onto the sofa.

‘Mhm- what… Who’s here??’ You jerked up from your uncomfortable sleeping position, accidentally hitting someone in the face with your head.

‘Ow!’ You heard someone squeak and turned around, finding Ezreal in pain, holding his hand to his nose.

‘What on Earth brings you here??’ You instinctively pinched the bridge of his nose as if that would help with the pain. ‘Wait, what time is it? Where is my phone??’

‘I took it,’ he said, wiping under his nose to check for blood.

Thankfully, there was none, and he was okay. Your nervous system, however, was not as lucky.

‘What do you mean, you took it??’ You frantically checked the time on your laptop. ‘3:23? I was supposed to meet someone an hour ago! Why didn’t you wake me up?!’

You grabbed your phone from blabbering Ezreal, but he clung to you like a koala.

‘Y/N, I-’

‘I know. You didn’t think properly, and now I will have to find a way to get that guy to come back if he isn’t sleeping in his hotel already… Shit, Ezzie, you fucked up! No, I fucked up. How could I have fallen asleep?? Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You knocked on your own head with your knuckles to make a point, and Ezreal caught you by the wrist with his two hands, looking as if you had hit him and not yourself.

‘Y/N, I already met with him and took the mics. We ran a test downstairs with some of the overnight technicians. Everything is set up and working fine.’

You blinked at him a few times, still confused.

‘Uh- You… did?’

‘Yes. I came back earlier and you were asleep. Then someone called you, so I figured- And then I went down and checked everything,’ he delivered anxiously. ‘I also brought you a sandwich- but I didn’t want to wake you, so…’

He grabbed a paper bag from the sofa and shoved it into your hands. You looked at it, and then back at Ezreal, your sleepy and stressed-out brain still catching up with everything.

‘Um- so you brought me… a sandwich?’ You asked.

‘Yes,’ he nodded, strangely bashful. ‘And a juice box.’

His cheeks became rosy, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Ezreal looked like a stray puppy, unsure about whether it was safe to express his affection.

As your laughter settled, you finally exhaled. Everything was okay, thanks to your unexpected little helper for tonight. And now that he’d mentioned the food…

‘I hope you got me an extra-large one.’ You hummed, sitting your butt down.

‘I got two,’ he beamed. ‘And a chocolate bar.’

‘Good. You look like you could have some chocolate right about now.’

And of course, after such an eventful night, as well as the previous few days, having a full belly made you dozy again. Although you did notice Ezreal’s head slowly tilting towards your shoulder through the layer of drowsiness, you didn’t catch your own head leaning onto his.

Due to your carelessness, you were in for a rude awakening in just a few hours.

‘Now, isn’t that adorable?’ Even from the depths of hell you would have heard Kayn exclaim in the most obnoxious voice possible.

‘I’m taking a picture. For the family album!’ K’Sante announced, quick to utilize the camera on his phone.

‘Or future blackmail…’ Kayn sneered evilly.

‘Maybe I should post that picture of you stuck in the vault with your pants down, Shieda Kayn.’ You mused out loud, eyes still shut.

There were a few sounds resembling muffled cursing, and then Kayn walked it back.

‘Hey man, we shouldn’t take pictures of people sleeping. It’s illegal or some shit. Let’s just go check on the preparations, come on.’

And so, they went back to where they came from. ‘Manager…’ You heard Ezreal whisper, head still laying on your shoulder. ‘You’re amazing.’

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A/N: Thank you for reading and happy holidays my sweethearts!! I have just a couple more requests to go~ I don't think I will take more for the time being but I might come up with another requests event for 900 or 1000 milestone! Please don't forget to comment and reblog if you want to support me 💜 And check out my masterlist for more of my HEARTSTEEL and kpop content 💕

[anaharae-s]

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[league-of-blorbos]

Idk why it feels like theres been an increase in both Odyssey Rhaayn fics and hurt/comfort Rhaayn fics on AO3, but I can say pls keep them coming I love all reading all of them we need more of those fanfics in the world

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

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

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

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

"There's a weird scale here."

"Huh?"

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

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

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

[Exclusive! Ezreal's...]

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

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

But,

"...You idiot?"

"Why?"

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

"So what?”

“…Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

I had done so many terrible things.

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

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

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

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