#lol fic

[heavensenthale]

holding hands at midnight

League of Legends | Rakan/Sett/Xayah | Teen | 1,1k words

(this fic fills the prompt Pre-1950's song from lyricaltitles' bingo. See my card here)

Summary

Xayah meets an old face at a bar —a face Rakan was intimately familiar with, apparently. Things fall into place after that.

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[trixy812]

020 ~ F u c k.

Inumaki rarely lost his temper and he absolutely did not mean to weaponize the word.

But Panda had eaten the last mochi. Again.

So when Inumaki stomped into the hallway, checked left, checked right, saw no one, and screamed—

“Fuck!”

—the universe chose violence.

Two rooms away, Nanami froze mid-sentence, glasses sliding down his nose as every rational thought resigned on the spot. His body reacted like it had received the worst possible cursed directive.

You were pulled with him in a spectacular loss of dignity.

There was a crash. Furniture protested. Nanami muttered, “This is highly inappropriate,” while very clearly doing nothing to stop it.

You, meanwhile, were having the time of your life.

Because cursed speech or not, this was Nanami.

And if cursed speech wanted to help fulfill a long-standing fantasy… well.

Who were you to argue?

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The idea came from a Tiktok 🤭

[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

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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 💕

[bloodraven55]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“So… are you ready to get started?”

Vi rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. “Define ready.”

Caitlyn swallows the urge to tell her that she’s adorable when she’s nervous. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”

“No, I— I want to.” Vi shrugs, glancing down at her feet. “I just don’t think I’ll be any good at it.”

a.k.a. Caitlyn teaches Vi to dance.

[teatimemols]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yasuo (League of Legends)/Reader Characters: Yasuo (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Public Sex, Erotica, Angsty Schmoop, I think? It's angsty erotica with a lot of feelings? Summary:

Dear reader, you're a Noxian assassin with a Ionian background on the run...And walking your way away from Noxus, you re-meet the man you love.

So I wrote this :3

[blehblarghblah]

so what's the end goal for TMUT? Ao3 tags say "slice of life", but is there an end in mind?

happiness.

[lsbiansblog]

it's WIP Wednesday and I'm really sorry for the long delay, guys. I had no motivation and one of my family members died so I was not able to focus on my writings.

BUT don't be upset this fic's word count is at 3304! I want to finish and edit it before I move on to another one which also needs to be done and edited.

[blitzturtles]

[[Rakan/Xayah. “Everyone can wait.” Have some fluff with the birb couple. Ao3.]

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He knows he's irritating her. Flashing from her right to her left in an effortless motion, disappearing just out of view for seconds at a time to check the treeline on one side and the rocks on the other. Her feet are dragging, tracing small lines in the dirt. She keeps her head up and her eyes moving, forcing herself to be as alert as possible, but he catches her wiping the back of her hand over her eyes every so often.

"I'm so tired..." She mutters more to herself than to him, but he hears it anyways.

He's beside her in an instant, easily stopping her in her tracks and coaxing her to look at him. That isn't always easy (and she thinks he's the difficult one.)

"You gotta rest, honey," his voice is soft. The concern easily leaks into his tone. Her ears twitch, shifting backwards just enough to tell him how much she doesn't like that 'suggestion' (it's not one).

"Everyone is depending on me." It's the best excuse she can think of. They have no particular plan at the moment. At least, not one that he can remember, but he assumes there isn't anything immediate. He would be in motion already, looking for his own golden feather standing out against the bright sky. Instead, he stands in front of her, looking down at tired eyes that are as brilliant in color as his own feathers.

He smiles softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Everyone can wait," he says. His words are definitive. There isn't any doubt in his mind what the plan is this time.

She closes her eyes and leans into the touch enough that he knows that she's agreeing,

Today they rest. Tomorrow they fight.