Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive
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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.
When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.
"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."
Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.
"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."
If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.
"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."
When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.
"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."
Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.
"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."
Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?
"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."
Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.
"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"
When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.
"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"
If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.
"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"
No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.
"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."
He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.
"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."
Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.
"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."
Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.
"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."
He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.
"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."
The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.
"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."
Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.
"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."
Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.
"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."
His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.
"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."
There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.
"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."
Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.
"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"
Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.
"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."
Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.
'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."
Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.
"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."
As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.
"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."
Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.
"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."
He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.
"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."
Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.
"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."
Somnophilia, slight pain kink?(biting), reader is described to have hair and a vagina, no pronouns used.
Summary: grinding on Loris' bulge early in the morning, he asks u wat time it is. It's early, luv.. lemme get off :) Biting, bites him. <3 <3 <3
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Loris stirs as he feels a weight on top of him. It shifts, soft digits smoothing over his lean shoulders, scratching at his skin just right.
He knits his brows together in confusion, drowsily trying to open his eyes that are glued shut with sleep. He feels another sort of pressure further down, moving back and forth firmly over his clothed groin,.. Now hes awake, he scrunches his face together when the morning sun shines brightly in his face. He turns his head to the right and is met by a familiar scent tickling his nostrils, your shampoo.
"Y/n..?" He grunts, a big hand landing on your hip, gentle yet firm at the same time.. Wondering wtf is happening, but urging you to keep going..
"Mm?" You hum sweetly, a slight crack in your voice, unused til now. It vibrates against his neck. short, hot breaths settling under his skin.
"What time is it..?" He groans, half there, half not. The hand on your hip squeezing tenderly, fondling your flesh outta pure habit. You hum against his jawline, this time in pleasure.
"7:30. Its still early, Love.. Jus' couldn't wait for you t' wake up.." You mumble, Loris squints an eye open and is met with the sight of your unruly hair as you nuzzle right under his mandible. still grinding against his now, very prominent bulge, your arm snaking around his shoulder and behind his neck, hugging him closer as you let out a hoarse whine. He smiles adoringly, letting out a huff, a low groan rumbling in his chest, but not quite being heard due to the lack of use.
"M'kay.." He hums almost inaudibly, his free hand moving up to touch your hair, playing with the very tips as he lets out a shaky breath of his own, starting to feel really fuckin good as his senses crawl back to him.
You continue grinding up and down Loris' length, pitchy whines spinning in his head, tingling like a lullaby in his ears, a lullaby thats only for him, that only he can wind up.
The protuding veins running up and down Loris' cock creates the perfect friction for your clit through the soaked fabric. Your forehead thumps against his shoulder as you drag out a shy, pathetic mewl, the motion of your tired hips now growing more staggered the closer you get to orgasm.
Loris notices your struggle and bucks his hips into yours, groaning right into your ear. You whimper and scratch at the short hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek presses against his collarbone as you space out on his addams apple bobbing, whining below each breath. Your eyebrows knit together as Loris grabs your hip firmer and bucks against you again, quickly matching your erratic rythmn.
Your jaw falls open and is followed by a labored gasp. "Mmn-..Loris- baby 'm gunna.. Ah." You babble, earning a breathy chuckle from your lover in earnest. He holds you tighter, humping you harder as he feels his own climax approaching, focusing on making you cum first. Your eyes nearly roll back from the harshness of his thrusts. You turn your head, needing a way to ground yourself, you bite down right at the base of his neck.. Hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. Loris groans almost as pathetically as you, voice still gravelly with sleep. You whimper into his flesh, hips still moving in an odd, desparate pattern, clit catching on a very prominent vein every time.
The repeated motion eventually sends you skyrocketing towards orgasm, it's nothing dramatic.. Your body tenses up as you pant, you hold your breath as your legs shake and stomach flexes. Loris can feel your teeth imprinting on his skin, wet tongue peeking out to soothe the irritated flesh. The combination of the pain from the bite and your slippery tongue tips him over the edge, his head rolls back with a filthy groan as he cums, thick, white liquid shooting straight through the fabric of his briefs and pooling at the waistband, right below his stomach. He bucks up into you desparately, drawing out both your orgasm til you tremble above him with overstimulation. His pattern grows staggered and uneven as you both twitch and shake, movement slowly coming to a halt.
you kiss at the bitemark you gave him, feeling the divots as you lick over it again. "Sorry, baby." You mumble, smiling into his skin, your tone suggesting otherwise. He grins, letting out a huff of air before grabbing your jaw and making you look up at him, the hand that was previously on your hip is now gliding up and down your back, fingertips dancing across your skin ever so slightly. Loris smiles at you fondly, "sure." He says lowly, before kissing your chin, then your lips, squished together into a pout by his huge hand.
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Is this anything???!? Feedback is appreciated, im sorta new to writing 👃
Idk about anyone else but I’d LOVEE artists read and Loris sm
Loris x artist!reader | Headcanon (SFW)
Contains: GN!Reader, a mini rant about Loris & his body (not sexual.), assumed Loris is from Piltover/is an Endorcer, and only 5 hcs for now sorry 😔
An: Thank you anon!!! This is gonna be so self indulgent. Might do a mini fanfic for this prompt too
(Not proof read because I'm insane and in the middle of class)
Mini rant before I get into the headcanons, this is purely self indulgent.
DO YOU KNOW HOW PERFECT LORIS WOULD BE FOR ART STUDIES RAAAA
Not only is he chub muscular which would be perfect for nude studies but he also has strong facial features that any artist can and should get lost in.
Hours. DAYS. PAGES. spent studying his structure and all the fine details that make his face HIS face ugh. I really have to do my own study of him sometime.
Anyway, let's get this started with...
Loris sitting still for hours for you
He's used to standing and sitting on duty, his big frame and muscles are more useful guarding things than patrolling.
So when you're both sitting in your apartment and the light starts to shine just right he doesn't mind sitting perfectly still while you rush to get your sketch pad.
The only problem is that he keeps cracking a smile at you, watching you scribble over the pad and look up at him through your lashes. The way you find yourself in odd positions to catch the perfect angle of his face. He thinks it's adorable how much care you put into each work.
He does, truly, love your work
He could sit and watch you work for hours, your hands covered in paint or pastel or charcoal, the way you seem to know how to place each color juat right without even thinking about it.
If he's modeling you bet your ass he's wondering over to look at rhe progress you've made.
He's not a BIG enjoyer of art, he doesn't go to gallery's and stare longingly at art, or try to dissect it. He doesn't even really try to find a deeper meaning in your art. He just likes watching how you make a piece come together.
Only the finest materials
He's not exactly rich but he is absolutely helping you get only the best materials for your work. But you need to go with him. Every. Time.
If you send him alone he'll come back with ten blues and three greens and say he couldn't remember or find the right one and none of them are the right one.
Its okay! He tries! He just can't exactly see the difference between Turquois and Teal, so its just best if you tag along.
Tagging along!
It's good for you to go along to get supplies, you're usually so deep in a piece you forget to go out.
Loris takes this as a great opportunity, he makes a whole day out of it where the two of you walk around Piltover on a sort of mini date, getting things to eat, going and checking out new places.
By the time you both get home you've got some fancy new supplies and Loris's arms are tired and he's definitely ready for a nap.
Loris tries to paint
FAVORITE headcanon. He can't paint for shit, but that doesn't stop him from giving it a try every now and then. Sitting down at your spot as you sit across from him and direct or give tips.
He finishes with paint coverinf his arms and the apron you lent him, he wipes his forehead which also somehow has paint on it and he sighs, turning it to you disappointed.
You can't help but laugh at how hard he's taking it, it's a fine drawing! Hes just a beginner! You love it anyway! He eventually lightens up, he knows well enough he's nor gonna be perfect at it, he just wanted to hear you dote on him.
Warnings: Spoilers for S2, major character death, grief, mentions of violence, grief
Word Count: 2.6k
Ask Box: Open
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The stares of people around you went unnoticed as you stared at the man kneeling before you. You knew what it looked like. A giant burly man in a wrinkled suit holding a shabby ring box to someone with a dumbfounded look on their face. Anyone would have thought it was an odd sight, especially in the pristine streets of Piltover. But you didn’t care one bit. Your hands shook as you grasped his shoulders tightly.
"Loris, you can’t be-“
”Serious?” He gave you a lopsided smile. “Completely.”
You had to hold in an excited squeal. “How did you even plan this?!”
”It doesn’t matter. Yes or no?”
”What?” Your eyes were glued to the ring. It was hard to focus on anything else.
”Will you marry me?”
”Of course I will!”
Loris chuckled. He stood up and took your hand. His own was warm and sweaty. He slid the ring on your finger. It was absolutely beautiful. A simple silver band with a delicate, dark blue gem in the center. It was perfect. You couldn’t stop smiling as you admired the ring before looking up at Loris. He was staring down at you with bright eyes.
“Are you nervous?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with his.
He snorted and nodded. “Absolutely. I thought you’d say no.”
”And why would I do that?”
”I’m not exactly the best looking guy. Or the richest. Or with the best job.”
”Loris, we’ve been dating for three years.”
”But you also threw a bottle at my head when we first met.”
You giggled and shook your head. When the two of you first met, it was at a definitely less-than-legal fight club. You were working the bar and he was a patron that you had seen more often than not. One night, he was dragging a drunk and beaten Vi out of the club. You thought he was kidnapping her, so you threw a bottle straight at him along with a slew of insults.
”My bad.” You shrugged.
Loris smiled softly before running his free hand through your hair. His touch was so loving. Your heart was still pounding at the fact that he proposed. He wanted to be with you. Forever. It was the first time he felt anything other than a deep dislike of anything and everything around him. Before, he just went through life drinking away his sorrows and barely performing his job. And now he had you. He had a purpose in life.
The wedding wasn't anything extravagant. You only needed Loris and your closest friends around. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and happiness. There were no Enforcers. There was no rising tensions between Piltover and the Undercity. There was only warmth and safety.
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Married life was surprisingly easy to get into. You both moved into a bigger apartment closer to the heart of the city. You would go to your part time job while Loris would go do his work as an Enforcer. He had cut down on his drinking, so you two were saving more and more money. Enough to maybe even start a family.
"Welcome home, baby." You kissed his cheek as you helped him take off his jacket. "How was work?"
He grunted in response. "Busy."
"I have dinner ready."
"Not hungry."
He pushed past you and into the house. Your nose scrunched. He smelled… like sewage. You grabbed his jacket and sniffed it closer. Bits of dust and grime covered the well-worn fabric. You couldn't help but worry. You walked into where he was now situated on the couch, leaning back with his hand covering his face. You sat next to him.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"This whole thing… the riots, trying to find Jinx, dealing with all this political shit… it's killing me."
"You're doing your best." You leaned against his shoulder.
He sighed and shook his head. "It doesn't feel like it. We had to go to the Undercity today. Did things I'm not proud of."
You nodded and grabbed his hand, lowering it from his face. You knew this was taking a toll on him. It didn't help that he kept coming home injured and more upset than the day before. You were afraid he would fall back on those unhealthy habits he had before the two of you got together.
Your hand squeezed his. "Do you think it's time to reevaluate what you want?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean-" You sat up and stared down at him. "If you want to keep doing this job."
His eyes widened. "Of course I do. It's all I've ever done."
"I know. But look at you, Loris. You're too stressed out."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What else am I supposed to do besides this?"
You pursed your lips. You've been waiting to bring this up. You just couldn't find the right time. Your hand moved over his chest. His cheeks flushed and he looked away. You smiled softly. There was the husband you loved. This stupid job was too much on him. And you wanted nothing more than to get his mind off of it.
"Start a family."
"A fam-" He let out a breath. He sat up as well, pushing you away. "We already are a family!"
"You know what I mean, Loris."
His face turned an even darker red. "You really want that?"
"I do. I want to have a baby with you. I want to see you as a father. And I want to be happy. Together."
Loris groaned before grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. "How about a compromise? I lower my hours so we can start planning."
"Sounds good to me."
"Good." He leaned in to kiss you.
You shook your head and pushed him back. "No. You stink."
"I do?!" Loris buried his face in your neck playfully. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Hey!!" You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "We need to go take a shower!"
"We?"
"Yes, we." Your voice lowered. "And we can start trying right away."
That put a spark in Loris's actions. He immediately stood up, taking you with him. HIs hands were warm and holding you securely against your body. You could practically feel all the stress melt off of him. You hated that his job made him get down like this. But you were happy to provide at least some comfort to him. He spent all his time protecting you and the city. The least you could do was make him feel like his efforts weren't all in vain.
***
Three months into trying for a baby, Loris had left the Enforcers. He said it was because he was done with it all and wanted to focus on having a kid. You knew better than that. You've heard the whispers on the street, the falsified headlines. There was a war brewing. Loris had all but stopped talking about Vi and the others. There had been a falling out between them. And it was bad enough for him to quit.
It was nice having him back. He paid more attention to you. He bought everything needed for a nursery despite your protests of not even being pregnant yet. Random lists of baby names were scattered throughout the apartment along with guides on how to raise a child. Loris had thrown himself into the excitement of becoming a father. But it was only a temporary distraction.
The conflict had switched gears. It was no longer the Undercity that was the enemy. Ambessa had brought in her forces. It looked like some sort of coup. You didn't have nearly enough information of what was going on. The only thing Loris had said was that he was betrayed by Caitlyn becoming loyal to Ambessa. You were getting more and more worried.
And then he decided to go back.
"I don't understand!" You said, standing at the front door. "I thought everything was okay!"
Loris was lacing up his shoes. "It's not. I have to go back."
"Why didn't you let me know what was going on?"
"I didn't want to stress you out." He glanced up at you. "I wanted you to focus on your health."
Your hand moved immediately to your stomach. You took a test two days before and found out that you were finally pregnant. You had hid all the evidence. You wanted to surprise him with a special dinner and a gift. And yet… he was leaving. You frowned.
"I should know what's going on, Loris."
He stood up. "They need me."
"They broke your trust!"
"I know!" He said your name loudly. The grief and anger was apparent. "But I can't do the same to them. Not when they need my help."
You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… you’ve already done enough, haven’t you? You left the Enforcers for a reason.”
Loris sighed, bringing up your hand to brush against his cheek. “It’s one last battle. It’ll all be over and I’ll leave for good. Retire. Okay?”
Your nose scrunched. You didn’t like that he was going back, especially with how upset he was when Caitlyn teamed up with Ambessa. You didn’t want to see him get hurt again. But you knew that you couldn’t stop him. That surprise would just have to wait until he came home.
“Then…” Your thumb rubbed against his cheek gently. “Can I come?”
“And do what?” His arms wrapped around your waist.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Cheer you on?”
“You can cheer me on from inside our home.”
You hummed and leaned in close to him. “Come back safe?”
“You know I will. I’ll always come back to you.”
***
Everything was a blur. All you could remember were the shakes of buildings as explosions went off. The distant cries of pain. A glowing flash. Space. And then… nothing.
The battle was over. And you couldn't wait any longer. You barely even had time to fully put on your shoes before you ran out of your apartment and towards the barracks. You ignored the faces of everyone you passed on the street. You didn't have time to waste.
Your steps slowed down and became heavier as you walked up to the building. Your hands rubbed up and down your sides as you tried to wipe away the non stop sweat. Your heart was pounding. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Loris would be standing there, that goofy smile on his face as waved at you. Just like always. The door creaked open. Families sobbed. Some were holding on tightly to the soldiers that had returned safely. Others were holding on to nothing but a memory. Your eyes flitted about before spotting someone.
Vi.
You took another step forward. And then another. She was crying. Before you knew it, you were running over to her. “Vi!! Are you okay?!”
Vi’s head whipped up and she stared at you. She whispered your name. “I… uhm… it…”
A sinking feeling filled your stomach. “What is it?”
“Jinx.”
“Oh.” You swallowed thickly. “I’m so sorry.”
She looked like she wanted to say something else when someone else called your name. You turned to see Caitlyn. Your eyes narrowed for a split second as you remembered what she did, but you tried to steady your expression. She was walking over to you and Vi. She was holding-
“Oh my god.”
The sight of Loris’s bloodied headband made you collapse to the ground. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to pretend that he was just injured, in the infirmary. But the look on Vi’s and Caitlyn’s faces told you the truth. Your throat closed up. You had to practically force yourself to speak.
“He can’t be dead.”
“I’m so sorry for your loss. He… helped us win this fight.”
It wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth it if Loris was dead. God, he was so fucking stupid. Why did he feel the need to go and help? Someone else could've filled his position. He didn't have to help anyone, especially those that hurt him. You wanted to curse him for having such a kind and giving heart.
Someone else knelt down next to you. It was Steb. "He did good."
You let out a whimper. "I don't care. He can't… I can't-"
"There will be a mass funeral in several days." Caitlyn said, holding the headband out to you. "We will have bereavement packages to help you stay on your feet."
"Shut up." You hissed as you yanked the headband out of her hands. "This is all your fault."
"Hey–" Vi gave you a frown. "That's not fair."
"No, it's not fucking fair! I just lost my husband and you're trying to tell me the benefits I'll get now that he's dead!"
Caitlyn sighed and straightened. "It's the best we can do."
"The best you could've done was leave him the fuck alone after you betrayed him." You stood up and looked down at the headband. "It should've been you."
Vi's face contorted. It looked like she was about to pummel you. Caitlyn stepped in front of her while Steb put his hands on your shoulders. His eyes bore into yours. You felt your body shake before exploding into sobs once again. He wrapped you up in a hug. It didn't feel as nearly as warm as Loris's arms. You buried your face in his neck.
"I truly am sorry." Caitlyn's voice was hoarse as if she's been crying herself. "It… I am devastated at his loss."
"He was a great man." Vi said.
You pulled away from Steb. It took you several moments to gather yourself. Reality was starting to set in. Part of you wondered where his body was. The other part didn't want to even imagine what he looked like. Your thumb rubbed across the fabric of his headband. A shudder ran through you. Another realization set in.
"Are you okay?" Steb asked. "You look pale."
"I didn't tell him."
"Tell him what?"
"I'm pregnant."
The air was sucked out of the room. You moved your hand to your stomach. You didn't want to do this alone. You weren't supposed to do this alone. You two had planned for this together. He was your warmth and your safety. With that gone, how were you going to survive? How could you live? What if the child looked like him? Had his goofy smile, had his humor… You wouldn't be able to bear it. Just a constant reminder of what you lost.
Steb gently guided you towards a bench. "You need to sit down."
"I can't do it."
"Don't say that." Vi sat on the other side of you. "You can do it."
You shook your head. "I can't. It'll hurt too much. Even now…"
"You will do it." Caitlyn kneeled in front of you. "Don't get rid of Loris's memory. Of what you two created together. A beautiful life."
"I don't want to be alone."
"You won't. You'll have us."
You lowered your head and pressed the headband against your cheek. It had his scent. Tears dripped down your face, soaking into the fabric. It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly. You knew you couldn't give up, no matter how much you wanted to. You would need to get better eventually. For Loris and for the baby. But for now, you needed to let yourself mourn the loss of the love of your life. You shut your eyes. A shaky breath left your lips. If you blocked out everything around you and just focused on his smell, it was like he was still there. Standing next to you. Giving you the warmth and safety you needed.
Okay guys so I have a theory that Loris never died in act 3. Despite people seeing that he got shot by arrows multiple times, HE DIDN’T DIE. It was but an act so that the enemies wouldnt bother him again because they think he’s dead.
He actually went to my house last night and we netflix and chilled. Like, last night, I had the most chill night in with Loris.
Can you believe it? We just sat on the couch, ordered pizza, and binged that some show that no one even talks about. He was so funny, cracking jokes and making me laugh.
I swear, sometimes I forget he's not just a character on a screen.
He was so into the show, leaning forward, eyes wide. I couldn't help but smile. I mean, who wouldn't be captivated by a show like that? But it was the little moments that really got me. Like when he'd pause his laugh to grab another slice of pizza, or when he'd accidentally spill his drink because he got scared. It was so him.
I'm just glad he could take a break from all that Piltover chaos. He deserves it. After all, saving the world is an exhausting work.
Big handsome man that’s clearly still alive hasn’t left my mind. Obviously gotta write for him. Fic currently in the works.
Update: I’m gonna try to post it tomorrow. I’m sorry it’s been taking me awhile but one fic suddenly turned into four and so now I’m gonna have a few more after this one.
Just to tease, the name of fic I’m posting tomorrow is called “Joyride”
Do with that what you will 😏
Another update: Today has been not great for me, literally wanted to write but got so busy. So I’m gonna try to pull an all nighter and get it out quick cause I’m excited for people to read it lmao
I was playing a role-playing game with Loris's bot, and at one point he made me laugh a lot. He writes to me in English, I don't understand everything correctly and translate some points through an interpreter to make it clear. At some point, the bot texted me this.
I translated everything through a translator and burst out laughing. It turns out that it was not about "mutton chops", but about "sideburns". That's why I created this incredibly absurd and funny meme.
Original variant:
And English variant: Mutton chops of real enthusiasts
My friend and I spent half the night laughing about it.
A/N: This came to me today during my work break. I love himbos and whatever the female version of it is!
PURE OF HEART: She will do anything, put herself in any kind of danger to protect you. Vi is ready to get into a fight with anyone, stand up to anyone if they're bothering you. The bruises might be there after but she knows you'll help her get patched up. Depending on where the bruises are she might get some kisses.
DUMB OF ASS: Charges head first into any situation and that more often than not gets her hurt. One would think she learned to use hear head a bit more by now. And just in terms of headbutting her opponent. However she defends her attitude by saying that she's the muscle here, so you should let her take care of things her way.
PURE OF HEART: First of all she doesn't want anyone knowing she has a soft spot for you. She is very aggressive in her flirting both in public and in private but when you're up close, in her lap she will whisper sweet nothings into your ear. After which she will bite it. Don't blame her, she has an image to uphold.
DUMB OF ASS: Sevika has always been a badass in Zaun, but not for her brains. As respected as she is some also see her as a glorified bodyguard that's now dating her boss's cute secretary. She hears these rumors of course but they don't phase her when she's had a few shots of her favorite drink. Not her best moment.
PURE OF HEART: He is a family man to the bone. And he sees you as his wife even though you're not officially married yet. It won't stop him from grabbing you around the hips and pulling you into a kiss, his tongue tasting of tabaco and your favorite drink. Yes, your favorite, because he wants to taste good when he kisses you.
DUMB OF ASS: While Vander might be one of the de facto leaders in Zaun he's made his fair share of dumb choices. He's forgotten to lock up more than once, leading to the people thinking the bar open and he walked out in his underwear. What made it more embarrassing is that you were right behind him, wearing just his shirt.
PURE OF HEART: Everyone who met Jayce even once can see that he has a heart of gold. There isn't a challenge he won't try to take out, be it with brains or brawn. Knowing he's smart hasn't stopped you from visiting him a few times in the forge and appreciating the way the sweat rolls down his muscled body. He even flexes for you.
DUMB OF ASS: The amount of times he accidentally burned himself because he was too busy making out with you is astounding. He picks you up easily enough. But then backs up a bit too much, touching or stepping too close to the heat of the forge. Either that or he knocks important tools down when he places you on his table.
PURE OF HEART: No one's got your back like Loris has your back. He's is one of the most supportive boyfriends you could ask for, husband material really. Whenever he notices you're having a bad day he will beckon you over and scoop you into his big arms. You're not getting away from him or his cuddles until you feel better.
DUMB OF ASS: Among the Enforcers he has always been known as the muscle, and as more than a bit of drinker. But he also tells the best stories. He can be a little crude sometimes, flirting with you and forgetting there are other people in the room. The next morning everyone is smirking at him and he has no idea why.
PURE OF HEART: Ambessa will crush anyone who has anything bad to say about her, her family, or anyone in her army. Her strength is in her physique, strategy and loyalty of her people. But on occasion she can show her softer side, when it's just the two of you. It's one of her weaknesses, that cute smile of yours that she would do anything for.
DUMB OF ASS: One of her favorite ways to flirt, and have foreplay, is to spar with you. However that tends to attract more than a few eyes. She always acts insanely possessive over you in those moments, her head still in the fight but also getting in between you and her soldiers. it ends up looking a bit like a dance, much to everyone's amusement.
