Hellooooooooo! I hope you're having a wonderful day! It was (or still is in some places) valentine's day recently! I was thinking,maybe,what do you think the league champion's ideal valentines day gifts would be,and what would they give back to the reader? No pressure if you don't want to write about this,but I was thinking since it's around Valentines day,it would be fitting! No particular characters in mind for this...well,aside from Viego,who I'd love to see in this,since I think it'd be interesting to see how he reacts to being gifted something he'll like. That's all,have a good one,I'll continue to support your amazing writing and fun ideas no matter what. Bye! ♡
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I was really happy to receive your request, and I apologize for my lack of attention to the date, which made me see it too late to post on the proper day.
But, even if it’s a little late, here it is. I hope you like it!
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Valentine's Day: Gifts
APHELIOS / KAYN / MORDEKAISER / PYKE / VIEGO
❈ Warnings: no one ~
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≫ Masterlist
────≫ Aphelios
🌖 THANK GOD. Someone with some emotional maturity on this list.
🌖 Even if it’s not something Aphelios consciously remembers at first, Alune’s sensitivity in the spiritual realm seems to tell her something about love traveling through the spiritual lines that shape the lands, and she acts as her brother’s conscience — and Aphelios notices that his sister seems pleased to help him find something to please you.
🌖 Aphelios always brings you something when he returns from his mission that day; and if duty happens to keep him away from home for days, the moment he returns he immediately searches for you throughout the house to give you your gift and greet you with a comforting kiss on your forehead or on the top of your head.
🌖Something tells me Aphelios has a (secret) collection of beautiful and different little stones, and he is quietly happy if you give him something to add to that collection — most of them are stones in shades of white and silver, with a few black ones and darker tones of blue, easily associated with the moon or the darkness of the night. It’s something so intimate that the mere fact you know about it is almost synonymous with a marriage vow, and you giving him one he didn’t yet have… In silence, Aphelios had already decided you were his person.
🌖 Likewise, expect to receive something more symbolic and discreet, even intimate: a hair ornament made of small shining stones that reflected the moonlight as if they were stardust; there has even been a small nighttime picnic; and letters. Aphelios is no Shakespeare, but his simple and direct words know exactly how to touch the right strings of your heart.
────≫ Kayn
❤️ You probably weren’t the only one who gave him a gift that day; even if all the others were anonymous, you still have every right to feel that tiny sting of jealousy — after all, you’re Kayn’s girlfriend.
But that’s not even the biggest problem, because in the first year of dating, Kayn forgot the date — he isn’t used to being in a relationship where he has to think about someone else instead of himself. So when Kayn receives your gift, it’s like a bucket of cold water is poured over him — he was completely lost.
Calm down, calm down. The worst part comes now:
In the background, you saw the gifts from his secret admirers, and when Kayn noticed the disappointment in your eyes as you realized he hadn’t even remembered, his heart sank quietly in his chest. He failed at something dozens of ordinary guys managed to get right and were out there receiving kisses and smiles from their girlfriends for doing what he didn’t.
Well, Rhaast is going to spend the next few hours laughing at Kayn while you ignore him.
💙 Kayn is awkward and desperate as he buys something for you at the last minute, and proud as he is, he doesn’t have the courage to go ask anyone for advice — so all he has left is Rhaast inside his mind to help choose a gift — and that is the worst possible company for that. In the end, he resorts to the cliché bouquet of flowers and an irritated, stammering attempt at apologizing without actually apologizing.
❤️ It was a mess that day, and Kayn made sure to never forget again so he’d never have to go through that.
From then on, Kayn usually gives you flowers or chocolates; taking you out to eat happens sometimes too, but the places are simpler and more discreet — nothing extravagant.
💙 Even if it’s classic — or cliché, depending on your point of view — Kayn won’t admit it, but he puts effort into making it specific to you: your favorite color (“Oh, it’s your favorite? What a coincidence, I hadn’t even noticed”); your favorite sweets; flowers that made him think of you or that you once mentioned you liked the scent of…
Kayn practically uses other couples as inspiration, but acts as if all the romance comes purely from himself. Rhaast, however, knows about this “romantic flaw” — and loves Valentine’s Day because of it: he gets to spend the entire day inside Kayn’s mind tormenting and ridiculing him for such a weakness.
────≫ Mordekaiser
☠️ In the afterlife realm that Mordekaiser forged, there is not exactly a passage of time, so… there is not exactly a “Valentine’s Day” there. And yet, within the whispers of your soul that echo alongside the lugubrious winds of that place, Mordekaiser senses a flicker of emotion completely dissonant from the other specters: a warm and living light. A longing, a hope.
Love.
Normally, this kind of sensitivity does not reach him, and he only tolerates existing within those halls because it emanates from you — and radiates an admirable resilience he does not find in the soul of even his highest-ranking soldier.
☠️ Besides, there are not many kinds of gifts that can be given in a spectral kingdom… Yes, Mordekaiser ignores such things until your silent appeals become too much for Mordekaiser’s instincts, which are strangely drawn to you.
☠️ Usually, what you can expect to receive are promises of what he intends to give you when he finally returns to the world of the living: to rule all realms, of the living and the dead, at his side; a vow of eternal union between the two of you as sovereigns across both sides of life.
☠️And what could you possibly give him in return? Everything that existed there was forged by him when he was last summoned into the world of the living. Besides, there was only one thing that truly interested Mordekaiser, and that was something only he himself could grant — and he had already planned everything to obtain it.
Do not worry. In truth, Mordekaiser expects nothing from you except your full and absolute loyalty. So if he feels within the resonance of your spirit that unwavering fidelity, he considers it a personal signature carved by him within your sweet soul — and I assure you, Mordekaiser values that more than anyth
────≫ Pyke
🗡️ You held out a pretty, lovely box that allowed a glimpse of the homemade chocolates nestled inside, and Pyke just stands there like: “???????”
— What is this?
Yes, my dear, you’re going to have to endure the embarrassment of explaining to your boyfriend what a Valentine’s Day gift is — that’s what happens when you fall in love with a… revenant.
🗡️ Pyke accepts it, but only because it came from you. In truth, he’s faintly uncomfortable; it feels absurdly wrong to him that someone like him should be the bearer of something so beautiful.
🗡️ When he understands that this whole idea of gift-giving is meant to be reciprocal, he brings you something he once found long ago at the bottom of the sea. At the time, he had ignored it, left it beside the wreck that now rests as part of the ocean floor. But now, with this unexpected development of being in a relationship, you find yourself holding a small locket encrusted with seaweed and marked by the passage of time.
Strangely enough, it wasn’t ugly — just rustic and antiquated — and much later you would discover it was a relic over 250 years old.
🗡️ And at the end of the day, Pyke stares at you in confusion once again as you extend another package toward him, longer this time and wrapped more discreetly.
It was a new dagger.
— It didn’t seem right to give you chocolates because, well, you know, I don’t think you eat them and… anyway. I think I got it right this time, didn’t I?
Ah, yes, my dear. Now you did.
Though Pyke receives the blade and evaluates it without any particular expression, he carries it with a care that borders on tenderness. He doesn’t use it to kill; every now and then he checks to make sure it’s still there, secured properly at his belt. And in the quiet of the night, when you are asleep but he is not, Pyke holds the blade in his hand, turning it between his fingers so it catches the moonlight slipping into the room — his eyes fixed on the metal, but his thoughts fixed on you.
────≫ Viego
👑 It’s been so long since he had to worry about “normal” situations like this… Viego forgot the date, and a slightly surprised expression crosses his face as he unwraps your gift, deeply moved by the delicacy of your gesture.
👑 There isn’t anything specific Viego would like to receive — you are everything he wants in his life (death?), and now that he has you, nothing else matters.
Even so, regardless of what you decided to give him, he thanks you with a kiss filled with deep gratitude, trying to express without words the love he usually keeps guarded within himself.
👑 He definitely gives you some kind of jewelry in return. He must still have several pieces hidden among the ruins of his former kingdom, forgotten between mist and rubble, carved and shaped in unique designs because they belonged to an era and a people that no longer exist.
He personally makes a point of placing it around your neck (if it’s a necklace), or on your finger (if it’s a ring), or around your wrist/arm if it’s a bracelet or similar adornment. And of course, Viego finishes by lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a delicate kiss there.
— Just as I imagined… Perfect for a queen.
Just don’t forget to wear the gift, okay? Viego is somewhat… temperamental.
HCs for how Pyke, Swain, and Viego would go about trying to confess their feelings to a fem!reader? For whatever reason they feel like they HAVE TOO.
Viego isn't much for planning these sorts of things; it is a historically recognised fact that with his first wife he fell in love at first sight and proposed on the spot. That being said, he's reflected that that might put you a tad on the spot, even if he's not really the king of anything anymore, so he refrains (barely) from offering to marry you on the spot. Still, the second he recognizes what he's feeling it gets caught in his chest like a shaken-up champagne bottle–he has to tell you, it'll eat him up inside until he does. Again, for better or worse this man thinks with his heart first and head second, so the moment he sees you it just comes bursting out of him. It is the most romantic, heartfelt confession you've ever heard–he tells you everything he loves about you with such absolute earnestness that it is literally impossible to doubt his sincerity, it's written all over his face how besotted he is. He'll be honest that he knows that there are many, many reasons you might not feel the same and he can't blame you for that, but if by some miracle you felt the same he swears by his own crown that he'll do everything in his power to make you happy and prove himself worthy of your love. It's not technically a marriage proposal, but it's pretty close. If you reciprocate he's literally overjoyed, like picks you up and spins you around ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear.
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Externally, Pyke looks like he's on his way to kill someone. Internally, he is stressed out of his mind. He's not good with words–he knows this, you know this, literally everyone who's ever met him knows this. If ‘the’ is the most common vocalisation in the history of language, his was probably an ambivalent grunt. He's even worse at talking about feelings–with the exception of anger, him and feelings have a tense working relationship at best. He's not the type to get attached to people, and by the time he realizes how in deep he is he's absolutely petrified of somehow fucking it up–and lord does it take him a while to realize. He doesn't examine his feelings often, just acts on them, and you're as close as this town can get to an angel so obviously he wants to be around you all the time, duh. Also, you're gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that, of course he'd get distracted with how your hair looked in the sun, he's not fucking blind. That weird feeling in his chest was probably just a side effect of being sorta-dead–it’s not like he has a heart that can skip a beat. Anyway, once the other shoe drops, he's entering pure suffering mode–he has to tell you, but how? He'll enlist help from the few people who tolerate him in Bilgewater (namely Illaoi, but Sarah Fortune also weasels her way in because this is the funniest fucking thing she's ever heard and who cares how she heard. He begrudgingly accepts because he's just that desperate not to fuck this up), and he walks away with a reasonable plan for how he's gonna confess that goes immediately out the window the second he sees you. Just head blank, heart in throat, what was he gonna say again? He's staring, and you ask if he's feeling okay, and he just blurts out that he loves you, he's been in love with you for months and he didn't know how to tell you so he just…is. It comes out sounding like a threat. He briefly considers swimming into the crushing abyss of the sea never to be seen again. He scrubs a hand over his face because he really does not want to see the look on your face right now and clarifies that nothing needs to change between you and he knows he's a fucking disaster of a person, he just thought you should know. He's genuinely shocked if you reciprocate, that absolutely was not how he saw this going, and his expression doesn't really change beyond his eyes widening but he's so relieved he feels like he's gonna pass out.
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Swain is hands down the most put together. He’s a very down to earth person–he pretty quickly recognizes his feelings and comes to terms with them, and then puts together a plan. He invites you out to a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant (which, if he's sure it wouldn't bother you, he'd rent out just for you two) and picks you up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He's a perfect gentlemen the whole time, like pulls your chair out and offers you his arm style, and he's remarkably suave when he wants to be. Then you go for a scenic walk–the Noxus Prime might not be the most photogenic place but the harbor is quite pretty at night, and he happens to have his own private dock that, of course, is empty this time of night. Under the moonlight, he very calmly and sincerely expresses how he feels about you, and he'd be deeply honored if you'd allow him to court you. He's very charming, but leaves you space to graciously decline if you don't feel the same, or for any of the other very good reasons you think a relationship might not work out with him. Either way he's prepared to accept the outcome. If you reciprocate, he'll let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding and sweep you into the most romantic kiss you've ever seen outside of a hallmark movie.
✦How do my favourite League men show you that they trust you with their whole hearts.
✧ prompt: ✧ nothing special, just pure stream of words. Fluff.
✧ champions: ✧ Zed, the Master of Shadows; Shen, the Eye of Twilight; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper.
✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.
✧ author’s note: ✧ I love grumpy men having soft spot for the reader hshshshs. Please ignore any mistakes.
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✦Zed, the Master of Shadows; taking his mask off.
Only with you Zed doesn’t mind taking his mask, that usually stays on him, off. In every long and exhausting mission that he participates in, in every training with adepts of the Shadow Order, he prefers to keep his mask on. He does that not only to appear more professional for his students nor to stay quite anonymous, but secretly, deep inside, what only you know, he does not desire to be identified with the majestic yet murderous figure he has created. His armor is both his shield on the bloody battlefield where many dies, but also something distancing him from other people. He is there for them physically, but offers none of his simple humanity. But with you and only you, he - with a lot of effort (a little help with opening up from you was always appreciated by him) - lets his guard down. Though he seldom does that, mostly when all his problems eventually overwhelm him. The moment is always intimate, in his private room, when he takes his mask off, his sharp gaze fixed on you or the floor. That was not the first time you saw his face, but you couldn’t help but admire him. You gently took his face in your hands with a delicate and slow move, as a hidden for so long tear rolled from his eye. Besides his mask, in those rare moments, Zed tends to take off his armor too, so you can see his bare back, sculped with scares and black, sinister-looking tattoos - a painful memory of his past and the power that the unmerciful shadows wield in themselves.
✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight; devoting his time to you.
Shen is a kind man to everybody. With his esteemed reputation as a defender of Ionia, the keeper of balance that everyone lurks for in this land, everyone respects him. He is a patient teacher to every person, his student or not, and he is always there for them. That’s why he is a trustworthy leader that everyone can find comfort in - and you know exactly about this. As much as he is an anchor for his loved ones, you are so, so special for him, that he obviously treats you with a different kind of respect than others. Shen tries to be always by your side, usually sliding a reasurring hand on your back if you are comfortable with it, to make you feel that he is there for you, ready to both protect and give himself fully - either to open up or just comfort each other, rest and appreciate the others’ company. Shen lets his small moves that he only gifts to you slid when you are both alone or when he thinks nobody sees you two - not because he wants to keep your relationship a secret, but he feels like these moments with you are only for you two. Nobody should bother or distract you - that’s the irreplacable time he dedicates to give you his full attention.
✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; letting himself be vunerable around you.
As the successor of the Shadow Order and Zed’s mightiest student, Kayn carries on his back expectations of both his surrounding and himself. And, in addittion, the Darkin, a curse that lives in him. But when alone, only you two, disturbed only by Rhaast and his presumptuousness, he lets himself be just him. Gentle and quite lazy, as he tends to lay with his head on your lap while taking almost all the space on his own bed. Kayn secretly enjoys you taking care of him, letting you see his vunerable and sweet side. When far from ubiquitous gazes, where you can get some privacy, the Shadow Reaper feels no longer like being forced to challenge everyone in his sight or proving them that he is worthy of becoming the next Master of Shadows. You put no pressure on him, you understand him as no one else does, and he appreciates your every move, when you show him how comfortable he can be around you. And you, the only person that treats him gently, see him as a normal human being he is. So even when you stroke his silk, dark hair with slow moves and soft hands, that next slide down to hold his face in them, he is not disturbed by Rhaast muttering about Kayn’s weakness. Because he is not weak when with you. He is just himself.
✦Thresh, the Chain Warden; sharing his story with you.
Because how obsessive Thresh is and how he can push himself to manipulate everyone and everything for his beloved one, some might think this man is actually not capable of love, at least not a healthy kind of it. And maybe it is true; maybe the connection between you two is none of an exemplary illustration portrayed by others, but there’s one thing that assures you Thresh’s intentions are clear and, actually, lovely. This man of course would never admit this willingly, maybe only to make you flustrated, but he has showed you his gargantuan collection of souls not only to impress you. He wants you to understand why are they trapped there, where he can toy with them, forcing them to face their merciful owner. They are in here not only because he is a sadistic soulkeeper - which was a surprise for you - but because they heve to suffer like he did. You are the only one, only one alive, who has been priviliged with the knowledge of his past - how the whole Blessed Isles betrayed him and how he has sworn to bring retribution on those who dared opposing him. He shared his story with you while walking past the cages, countless souls screaming inside for justice. Thresh appreciates what a good listener you make and how you seem to not judge him, based on the person he was long way before.
✦Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper; assuring you with simple words.
This man knows better than anyone else how is it like to be betrayed by others. Well, he paid his life for understanding that trust is a powerful weapon; that it should not be given so easly to people. Pyke struggles with something that you might call trust issues, though he would never admit that something so trivial might affect him so much. Neverthless, you were the first person after his, well, death, to hear from him that he truly trusts you. As straightforward as he is, Pyke frequently mutters to you something about how much he trusts you and how important it is to him. It would be almost adorable to hear such words from a ruthless killer with a soft spot for you, if it wasn’t just upsetting how a betrayal can break a man. Eventually, nothing says more than simple and particular words which come with honest intencions; he does not hide that he wants you to feel special about being able to read him like a book. You earned this man’s trust and he show that in such simple acts, like just letting you around him, which is not a priviledge every mortal may possess, as Pyke is know for his… strong reputation in Bilgewater.
How would Jhin, Pyke, Yone, Sett, Thresh, Kayn and Viego react to you feeling insecure?
There was no such thing as insecurity to him. What could you possibly be insecure about? His muse. His whole museum. No, there must be something - someone, tainting your image of yourself. In his twisted mind, he would think, perhaps he hasn't worshiped you enough, or paid enough attention to his surroundings to the point someone had gotten close enough to hurt you this way. Jhin would obsess over you, reminding you that every curve of your body was pure art - obsess about your house, there must not have a single thing in that damned place to make you question your worth. With his mask pressed against the side of your head and arms around your figure, a familiar humming soon was escaping Jhin, his soft song bringing you comfort. He will make sure you knew your worth, one way or another.
"Flaws? There are no such things when it comes to you. Can't you see, darling? You're my greatest achievement, no one, not even you - is allowed to say otherwise."
Insecurity? Pyke would hum at your words, mind working to think of what to do. This wasn't a everyday situation, and while your presence was also fairly new, he was completely lost about this. For the most part of his undead life, all that he would ever think was about his list - all the names, all the killing. This whole... feeling thing, was rather confusing. Pyke would approach you slowly, almost as if scared of further elevating your anxiety, and he would ask you how could he help you, if there was anything he could do for you. Once you tell him, he'll know by heart and you won't need to tell him again - he works with experience, and the more he comforts you, the better he gets at it.
"How... can I help you? D-don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to... figure out how to make you feel better..."
Almost as if he had done this already for you, Yone would be a master at comforting whatever doubts and fears your mind would be stressing about. His experience in being a older brother to Yasuo made him very accustomed to anxiety and mood swings, as he was always there to try and help his brother with whatever he was dealing with. Yone would give you a soft kiss on the forehead and pull you into his arms while simultaneously whispering just the right words you needed to hear - whatever you wanted, if it was in his power, would be yours. Gentle touches combined with sweet words, the perfect medicine for your troubles, what else would you really want?
"My love, whatever troubles your mind, I wish to help you in any way I can. Please, what can I do for you?"
With a laugh and a tap on your back he would say something along the lines of 'what a good joke'. Once he realizes the tears on your eyes and the disappointment mixed in, probably because of his reaction, Sett's ears instantly perk up. How could you feel insecure? Someone so pretty such as yourself? Would embrace you in his arms, almost suffocating you from how tight he'd be holding you. A quieter lover when it comes to these types of situations, depending heavily on physical affection to get his words across. Head pats and small groans to remind you he's there and listening to whatever you have to say, or your quiet sobs. A quiet apology about his behavior at first would fall from his lips quickly, voice quivering like he was afraid that his demeanor by itself further upset you.
"... I'm here, I'm here, okay?"
As sadistic as your lover could be, he had an undeniable and overwhelming soft spot for you. There was nothing in Thresh's mind but to keep you away from any harm, any pain that this forsaken and cursed world was capable of. The warden would be by your side in no time, wiping those tears off your cheeks with his clawed fingers - softly, and gentle as if you were made of glass. Would have his lantern show you the happy times of his imprisoned victims to try and cheer you up, any story you wanted could be played by his lantern. With a hand on your back, would slowly pull you to him - the coldness of his body creating a nice contrast to your hot face. His deep voice whispering sweet, seductive words of comfort, making you wonder just how many souls had he reassured before cruelly taking their life.
"There is nothing to fear. I'm your protector, I will not let anything happen to you or to us. I'll damn any soul that tries to get in between us."
Now, don’t get too sad when Kayn awkwardly inches close to you and simply sits next to you. All his life he was trained as a child warrior, everything he knows about is related to war, so his whole body is tense on this situation as he keeps you company - gets even more tense when you lean on him or hug him, slowly calming himself down and hugging you back. Tries to remember the times he was in this situation and you reassured him, decides he’s going to do everything. Heats you a hot bath, cooks you something simple, puts petals in the bathtub - all while Rhaast murmurs how annoyingly irritating human relations and emotions are. Kayn ignores every single word from Rhaast, knowing whatever you’re going through he had to help you with it, as your lover, he wanted to be someone you could trust without fears.
“How... unnecessary is this. Surely they know how to deal with this themselves.”
“My love... I made you a bath! There are also some snacks in there, if you want I could join you and I’ll let you do whatever you want with my hair!”
“Ugh, humans...”
The King himself could not understand where your anxiety came from, but he didn’t necessarily care. In his eyes, this was a test to prove to you just how devoted and loyal he was - and he would do an excellent job at doing so. Anything you wanted, would be yours. While kneeling in front of you, he would ask you to assign him a duty that would make you feel better. If he discovers this anxiety and your pretty tears were caused by a third-party, there will be no tomorrow for them if you allow him to take vengeance in your name. Now, your lover would not argue if all you wanted to do was have him embrace you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. Viego is a devoted man, he will not leave your side until you’re back to normal.
“Anything you wish for, it’s yours. So please, give me purpose and allow me to give you something that will make you feel better. Anything.”
Summary: Pyke is stalking you, and you are unsure if it's because he wants to kill you or something else altogether...
Lately you felt eyes on you at all times. Again. You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, not knowing who it was that was eyeing you this time. When you found wet footsteps in your vicinity while you'd seen no one around you slowly started putting two and two together. You had been summoning Pyke quite a bit, and you felt a chill go down your back at the thought that Pyke had been watching you all this time. His reasons for doing so escaped you, but knowing the psychotic revenant it couldn't have been good.
Was he trying to kill you, despite him not being able to since you were a summoner? It was the wait that honestly frayed your nerves most. Just holding onto your sanity as you questioned every shadow or strange feeling, just waiting for Pyke to pop out and scare the living crap out of you. Maybe he'd found a loophole, and you'd be hurt after all. So far you'd stayed out of harms way, but things had happened that you seriously doubted were as the Institute of War intended. You'd gotten much more intimate with your champions as time progressed, and the thought that what you were doing was probably at the very least frowned upon and at worst downright illegal made you afraid of what the consequences could be. Not only that, it felt like something had shifted in the way your champions behaved around you; they were closer, physically and mentally, and it blurred the lines of you being a summoner coming from a different world. It felt more and more like you belonged here, and the thought of your champions being able to actually harm you became more and more of a possibility to you.
The stress was getting to you, and so, as you were hanging around your Summoner assigned bedroom you decided the wait for Pyke to kill you was going to be the death of you before he likely could be. Eyes were on you, once more, and you decided to just confront him first.
"I know you're here, Pyke," you said out loud, almost feeling the words ripple through the room until they found him. "Just get it over with already, you're stressing me out. What do you want?"
As you turned around you found him standing in the middle of the room, hunched over, and seemingly ready to turn tail and run again. In all accounts he looked more stressed to be found out than you were with him lurking.
"The list," he muttered, and your heart dropped. You were on the list and he was debating to kill you. You knew it. But his next words were unexpected. "You've never been on my list."
You raised your brows. Wasn't that the natural state of things? Looking at Pyke's weary eyes told you it was not. Apparently he was used to just about everyone being on his list, and somewhere in his clouded mind he realized that it was indeed strange.
"Well, that's... good, right?"
He was quiet for a second, just looking at you for a little bit, before he replied with a: "...Yes."
"Soooo... why are you in my room, then?"
He was quiet once more, but this time instead of replying he just... went back to the shadows, becoming invisible to you again as you frowned at him avoiding to answer you. The door to your room opened, closed, and you realized you were alone once more.
"Right."
That was an interesting interaction. Totally not a little concerning at all!
Well, whatever it was, you were going to continue your life like usual. You were... fairly used to eyes on you at this point. A chuckle escaped you. Your champions had strange ways to deal with their interest in you.
...until you realized at least Fiddlesticks had left you some privacy with his stalking. You were unsure if it was his size, it being too difficult for the scarecrow to follow everywhere, or anything else, but where the others had left you alone at least some times, it seemed Pyke was just... looking. Always.
At times where you thought you were alone; like when you were in bed, showering... times when you though you didn't feel his eyes on you, you'd find wet footprints afterwards, leading from your room, and you were starting to get a little upset. Just looking was... fine. But not when you were doing private things. You needed your privacy and as such you decided to once again confront him.
"Pyke, I really need some privacy once in a while. Do you understand that it upsets me when you're just always there watching, even when I'm taking a shower?"
It was quiet, very quiet, and you started doubting he was even there. Was this..? Were you finally alone after all?
Slowly you started walking through your room, checking all corners and places he could possibly be hiding, but for once, you found nothing. Not even the footprints you were now used to finding everywhere when he'd been lurking.
It was almost weird to not have him around, and you were stumped.
"Huh." was all that left you as you continued getting ready for bed. You really should've just decided to sleep at home, always, especially when the lines of your relationships with your champions kept blurring more and more. On the other hand, fun things happened here, and not at home. You'd take some discomfort for the excitement you got in return. Like an idiot.
The moment your head hit the pillow you were out, it seemed you were more tired than you thought. Dreams soon overtook you, but a cold hand touching your leg had you sitting up with a startled yelp. There he was, at the end of you bed, all gloom and darkness as pale eyes regarded your every move. Your throat seemed to constrict, no words able to pass your lips as you held your breath, waiting for what he was going to do now. His hand was still around your ankle, rapidly cooling your skin as your eyes were locked. Your breath was coming heavy, and it seemed his' mirrored yours. He suddenly jolted into motion, pulling you down as you fell back, gripping your sheets as he dragged you towards him.
He groaned something along the lines of "warm", and you realized the mask he usually covered his lower face with was gone, the sight of a tongue peeking out to lick full lips seared into your brain.
What was going on-? This seemed to be quite unlike him, but you weren't complaining when your body responded quicker to the implications than your brain. Glowing eyes met yours from between your legs and you realized your legs had wrapped around him already, your night shirt riding up to show him the wet patch that was already forming on your panties. You were turning into such a whore, but if Pyke wanted to have a taste of your seemingly irresistible pussy you weren't complaining.
The inhale from him was much more audible than it should be and you shivered when he leaned down, licking a wet stripe over the fabric still covering you. "Shit," you gasped out, trying to buck up into him, but he kept your legs down with arms that felt like iron bands.
"I saw it," he grumbled against your lower lips, and you moaned back at the vibrations it caused. "Every time you were fucked, I saw it."
Well, fuck you sideways. Of course there was someone who saw everything considering you weren't exactly careful of where it happened, and of course it was him.
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" you said back, cheeky smile playing around your lips. Was he jealous, or did he just decide he'd waited long enough for his turn?
He didn't reply, opening his mouth wide over your lower lips, teeth scraping against covered skin as the touch was a little less than gentle. It had you struggling against his grip to have more of it all the same, chasing his mouth as he retreated again, cool fingers running under the waistband of your soaked panties.
He pulled at the fabric, revealing yourself to his pale eyes as his cool breath on your wetness made you shiver and moan, hands tangling in the sheets below you. The moment you were fully revealed to him he dove down, devouring you like a man starved and you gasped out his name as your hands went down to grasp at his head instead. Finding no purchase you just decided to grasp at the skin, pushing him down on you for more.
Your head was spinning, hips trying to buck up into him uncontrollably, but he kept you still. Somewhere in you mind you were unsure if you were dreaming, your brain playing tricks on you, but whatever it was, you were planning on riding this wave and enjoying every second of it.
His tongue on you was cool, and so were his fingers now thrusting inside of you, and the temperature difference between your warm insides made your toes curl. His attention was on your clit as you felt yourself tumble over the edge, his name falling off your lips like a prayer as you felt yourself throb around his fingers.
He slowly pulled out, looking at his glistening fingers as if studying them, before sucking them clean of your juices. You couldn't help but blush when you saw how much his lower face glistened with your arousal, his eyes boring into yours when he climbed on top of you, a low growl escaping him as you instantly put your legs around his hips, pulling him close. He was hard as a rock against you, still fully clothed while your lower half was fully nude before him. Your nightshirt had ridden up to around your chest, and he just pulled it up a little more to show your upper body to him too. He leaned down, a grunt escaping him as he rutted against you, pulling one of your nipples in his mouth as he bit down fairly gently. It was as if he was intent on devouring your body whole, and you were unwilling to stop him, shaky arms pulling him closer to you as you grinded against his erection. Sighs and clipped groans escaped him as he pulled at his pants, unable to drag them down while you were holding him so close, so he pushed you down harshly, keeping your hips still as he undressed.
"Stop struggling." he grunted, as if you weren't actively trying to get him inside of you, "We'll sink together soon enough."
"Yes," you sighed, a shiver running down your back at his usage of the word sinking, instantly remembering who it was on top of you. But he was taking his time. It was like he was too obsessed with tasting you, and you were getting impatient. It was time you took matters into your own hand, gathering your energy to roll both of you over. It went a lot easier than you thought, once again wondering if this was actually real or not, but you didn't spend any time on these thoughts. Your pussy felt empty and needy, throbbing around nothing as you sighed desperately. Only sitting on his already leaking cock would satisfy you now. It twitched against you as you lined him up, hitting your clit as you mewled, back arching while you tried to focus on the task at hand. He slid inside with relative ease, your arousal making you slippery and ready for him, and you wasted no time taking him all the way, sighing and moaning his name as he had a vice grip on your hips.
"Yessss," he hissed, voice slightly distorted as his fingers dug deeper into your skin. Hips bucking up into yours as you grinded yourself down on him, slowly bringing yourself to your peak again. Now it seemed he was impatient with you, arms straining as he pulled you up only to drop you down on him again. "Move," he grunted, clearly frustrated with you as you let out a breathless chuckle, though you started moving all the same, thighs soon straining as you bounced on him wildly. His hands left your hips, running over your skin as fingernails dug into your soft spots, stopping at a breast where he squeezed, taking in your form as you arched your back, neck on full display for him. You were quickly coming undone when you felt a hand slowly inch around your exposed neck. He wasn't squeezing, yet, just holding you as he sat up slightly, meeting your thrusts harshly as he was chasing his high too.
"I'm not on your list, remember," you croaked out as the fingers flexed, but no real fear took hold of you when you were so overwhelmed with pleasure. He didn't respond, but thrust up harder, almost throwing you off him as his grip on your neck kept you in place. An alarm bell was going off in your brain, but your body was greedy, chasing your second orgasm that seemed you hit you like a brick, thighs shaking as you were unable to continue. Your arousal dripped down on him, and he quickly reversed your positions again, hands still in place as he quickened the pace, fucking you through your orgasm. At this point you were trying to escape him, but he didn't let up, fingers tightening around you as he grunted your name, dick twitching inside you as his rhythm faltered.
He came inside a couple of thrusts later, and you were glad that his fingers only tightened for a moment, oxygen quickly returning to your lungs as you gasped out his name.
An unexpected apology fell from his lips, and you opened your eyes to take him in. If this was a dream it was a good one. He looked good, or... as good as a wraith could look. As he pulled out he slowly shrunk back into the shadows, but you stopped him.
"Stay a little longer?" you asked, seeing him light up, already patting your belly and legs, fingers running over bruises he had made, apologies once again falling from his lips, but you shushed him. You felt yourself drifting off as he tried to clean you, shaking hands betraying his awkwardness with the situation.
Despite the fact that you were falling asleep again, you were unsure if everything was still just a dream. He didn't help your confusion when you heard a sweet whisper fall from his lips: "You almost make me feel alive again, summoner."
Yes, hello, could I possibly get some "Pyke happens upon someone who somehow isn't on his list and it's not like he has a lot of people to talk to so this one's his friend now?" Friends to lovers, if you want.
First of all, sorry for making you wait so long, but real life stuff's been keeping me busy recently. Then i kept procrastinating and i won't pretend i didn't. Then i wanted to make it good but i didn't like the first few versions. So, this took way longer than expected, but i hope it was a least worth the wait somewhat.
Second, this got super long but i'll admit i was very excited to write my boy Pyke.
And with this fic, i come back from the dead.
"You're not on the list" Pyke x Reader fic
It was a bad day. Bad day at work, bad day at life. You were making your way home, exhausted, and the only thing you could think of was making your way to the dry, warm bed that awaited you in your house.
But that was still a long walk from you, and the downpour wasn’t getting any lighter. At least it would wash off the fish smell, you thought with a grim optimism. The sound of rain was deafening. It hasn’t rained this hard in months, and you hoped that the raging stormy sea would sink your workplace at least for a week. You needed vacation very badly.
The smell of saltwater was still strong, even here, quite a bit from the shore, and you were wondering if it’ll ever come off - but as you examined yourself, you realized that it not only wasn’t coming from you, but that it’s source was also lying somewhere ahead, as it grew stronger with every step.
Then, right as you took a turn towards your street, you saw it - a bloody corpse on the ground, and a man towering above it. The weapon - no, it was a harpoon - he held was dripping with blood, although the rain was slowly washing it off.
You took a step back. Then another. You hoped to quickly retreat, before the killer sees you - but he must have heard you, as his face turned in your direction. His one eye glowed with a faint blue light. A realization came upon you.
It was the Bloodharbor Ripper.
It’s over. There’s nothing you can do. Those who came face to face with the Ripper, and lived to tell their tale could be counted on the fingers of one hand. It felt like your heart stopped, as he started making his way towards you.
Then he pulled out a sheet of paper.
“Your name.”
You stopped thinking of the least painful ways to die in this situation, and looked at the Ripper in surprise.
“....What?”
“Your NAME.”
Too shocked to even consider making one up, you managed to choke out an answer. The monster examined the paper, only to ready his harpoon.
“You’re on the list.”
“BUT IT’S GOT AN ODD SPELLING!” You yelled out without thinking, panicking to save your life.
“...Odd spelling?”
“Yes, see everyone misspells it, it should be written as Y/N!”
The ripper checked the paper again, not so confident now.
“You’re… not on the list. A mistake.”
“Yes, it was just a misunderstanding! So how about I just go on about my day and forget about this whole thing?”
The ripper examined you for a few seconds.
“Very well.”
And with those words, he disappeared into thin air.
That was the first time you met Pyke.
The second time, it was in a shady district, not far from the slaughter docks. All parts of Bilgewater reeked of seaweed and fish guts - but this one was particularly bad. Near the wharf, this place was a popular hangout spot for all sorts of folks who took the opportunity to walk solid ground to pass the time until they set sail again. More often than not, those men used this time to make some extra cash - via work, gambling, or, usually, illegal means.
You always took extra caution when venturing into those parts by yourself. Many people went missing around those parts, and, generally it would be a bad idea to wander here alone. You had years of experience, and many connections from doing all sorts of work in the area, making you safer than a whole group of people would be - but you still kept your guard up, just in case some drunk with a bad attitude decided to bother you.
You flinched, as the smell of saltwater suddenly grew in intensity. There was still a long way to go ‘till you reach the wharf, and the smell was way too strong. This has happened once before, hasn’t it? Taken back by the unusual smell, you allowed a running man to crash into you. Knocked back by the impact, you could see the man struggle to keep his balance, just as a harpoon pierced his chest, pulling him back into the dark alley he just ran out of. His chilling shriek was cut short, as a wet, slashing sound filled the air. Just as you were about to get up and start running, a watery silhouette materialised before you. You felt a shiver down your spine, as you realised that you had the misfortune of meeting the Bloodharbor Ripper twice in such a short time. Just as you were about to go through a mental checklist of all the things you failed to accomplish in your short life, the monster extended his arm towards you.
“I remember you” he said, snapping you back to reality. “Y/N. You’re not on my list.”
Unable to believe your luck, you instinctively grabbed the reached-out hand, allowing him to lift you back up on your feet.
“That’s right. I’m not on the list.” you said, perhaps a bit overly enthusiastic about not being killed on the spot.
“Good work. You stopped him.” He let go of your hand, to cross out something on that list of his. “That's another one off.”
“Yes. Good for you. I’m glad I could help. Can always count on me, hahaha… ha...”
The Ripper looked at you with a puzzling look. You thought that, perhaps, you should stop talking.
He reached into his pocket, pulling something shiny out of it, and handing it to you - a golden kraken.
“You helped. Your cut.”
Unwilling to take anything from a person like this, you shook your head.
“That’s very nice, but I don't need it. Keep it. Really.”
With hesitation, the Ripper put the coin back into his pocket.
“Very well. Come with me, then.”
This was bad. This was not a situation you wanted to be in, not now and not ever. Wondering whether to say you changed your mind about the money, or straight up make a run for it, you watched as the Ripper, now a couple meters ahead, turns back towards you.
“You coming?” You could have sworn you heard a threat hidden behind those words. Deciding you’re probably best off being compliant, you followed his lead.
The pub was full of drunken noise, and you had a hard time deciding whether or not it was worse than the stench. Stench of alcohol, cigars, and other things you’d rather not think about.
The people around you were all shady figures, too. You could tell from all the years of your work in the docks, that those were not the kind of people you wanna be around for any longer than necessary. Then again, they all seemed like small fry, compared to the man in front of you, aggressively chewing on a bloody steak. You looked at the meal in front of you, but your appetite left you a long time ago.
“It’s Pyke, by the way” the Ripper spoke, putting down an empty plate.
“Uhh… I’m Y/N… but, you already know that.”
Pyke nodded, and emptied his mug in one go. You decided that since you’re already here, sitting in front of Bilgewater’s most fabled murderer, you might as well crack a conversation. Not like it could get any worse at this point.
“Liquor? Any good?”
He grinned, exposing all of his shark teeth.
“Saltwater.”
Your confusion must have been very clear, because the man erupted with laughter.
“Look, Y/N, can’t you tell what kinda place this is?”
“Well, it’s certainly one of the shadiest pubs in the city.”
“And yet you still don’t get it. You think they don’t know who I am?”
“It... has occured to me that it is kinda weird how no one is saying anything.” You admitted.
“These kinds of places? They have their own rules. They don’t care who you are as long as you pay. And if I pay for saltwater, they WILL serve me saltwater.” Pyke glanced around the place. “Plus, it makes a good hunting spot. Many people from my list show up here.”
“But surely the owners know you kill their clients?”
“Those people wind up ‘round here once a year. Some even less. They don’t make this place any real profit. I show up regularly, so if I kill some customers, it’s still worth it for them to turn a blind eye.” He paused. “Well, as long as I don't do the killing in the pub.”
“Sooo… Pyke. Why did you bring me here?”
“‘Cuz you wouldn’t take money, and I owed you.”
You glanced at the, now cold, meal on your plate.
“I thought you were gonna kill me.”
Another burst of hearty laughter. It crossed your mind how unfitting it was for the terror of all Bilgewater to laugh like that.
“If I was gonna kill you I’d have done it all the way back in the city. You’re not on my list. I’ve no interest in killing you. Besides - it’s fun to hang out with someone… more lively than me. Sometimes.”
You feel like you just took your first breath since meeting Pyke back in the docks. Now that you relaxed a bit, you realized that the intense smell of saltwater you noticed earlier was coming from him. You wondered whether or not it would be rude to ask about him, but Pyke interrupted your thoughts.
“We should team up.”
You rapidly snapped your head up to look at him.
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’ve watched you. You get your hands dirty in all sorts of business. No reason why you wouldn’t work with me.”
“There’s plenty of reasons - not wanting to be killed, for one.”
“Don’t be like that. I’ll keep you safe.” You couldn’t tell whether he just blinked with his only good eye or winked at you but you were nearly certain it was the latter.
“I’m sorry, but this is not very reassuring.”
“Give it some thought, then. I’ll pay well.”
“So why me? I’m sure almost everyone currently in this pub would do a better job.”
“Over half of those people are on my list. Plus, it’s ‘cuz you look so out of place, that you’re the best for this job.”
You let out a heavy sigh, tired of how unspecific he was.
“So what do you want me to do?”
Pyke grinned, leaning forward, his face uncomfortably close to yours.
“I want you to be bait.”
You immediately shot up, leaving him right there at the table. You only turned around once, making eye contact with him.
“No. Way.”
You were making your way through the shady alleyways, hoping to get out of the dangerous location as fast as possible. Every second spent here was a risk to your life. The area you worked at certainly wasn’t safe, but the place you were in right now was a whole other kind of dangerous.
On top of that, you were alone.
You jumped at every sound, adjusting your path to avoid areas where you could hear people. It didn’t help that you didn’t know those parts well, as you were constantly getting lost in the labyrinth of dark alleyways. Cursing, as you had to backtrack from another dead end, you froze as you heard something. No, not something - you were certain those were footsteps. You looked around, but the alley had been completely straight for a while, and you were certain that the steps were closer than the nearest branch. Instinctively, you backed down, looking for anywhere to hide.
Nothing.
The steps drew near, so you grabbed the dagger you carried around. Maybe you could take the person by surprise. Perhaps they didn’t know you’re in here.
“Now where’s ye hidin’, pretty face?”
Crap.
Your thoughts raced, as you thought of ways to get out of this situation. You weren’t the best in hand to hand combat, but perhaps you could try a trick to get away. Just play along, and then… Or maybe…
The man was nearing you, two meters tall at the very least, quite massive too. You calculated your odds, and you decided that they looked pretty grim. The man walking towards you opened his mouth, only to cough up blood, as a harpoon pierced his heart.
The body collapsed, revealing Pyke, slowly making his way towards you.
“See? Not a hair.”
Relief quickly turned into anger, as you realized what the man’s just done. Holding back your rage, you attempted to clarify that you weren’t wrong.
“You used me as bait.”
“And you’re safe, like I told you.”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”
Pyke stopped, taken aback by your burst.
“What are you-”
“I COULD HAVE DIED!”
“You weren’t in any real danger-”
“But I thought I was! I was SCARED!”
Pyke scratched his head with embarrassment.
“Right. I didn’t consider that. My bad. You forget this stuff when you haven't been human for a while. Sorry.”
“You forgot.”
“Yes.”
“That humans get scared when in danger.”
“Yes.”
You sat down on a nearby step, exhausted. Massaging your temple, you were wondering how to proceed next. Pyke was standing nearby, leaning against a wall, probably waiting for what you’re gonna do next.
“To be fair, I just wanna go home.” You spoke eventually, getting up and ready to move again.
“Can I make it up somehow?” Pyke asked.
“Can you turn back the time to undo your poor and inconsiderate life choices?”
“No. But I can walk you home, if it makes you feel safe.”
“If you walk me out of this part of the city it’ll do.”
“Very well.”
As you entered a familiar part of the town, you turned around to see Pyke was nowhere in sight. Whether or not he was still following you invisible, was a whole other question, but you decided not to ponder on it for now. As you made your way to your house, you reached into your pocket to get the keys. To your surprise, you felt a strange object in there. You took it out, just to realize it was a golden kraken - much like that one Pyke offered you before. Looking back, the day was crazy, but he’s kept his word that you’ll be safe all along. You smirked.
I loved the headcanons you wrote so far! May I request some for Pyke with a reader who is the most innocent thing ever, a literal ray of sunshine and loves collecting seashells and ambers?
Pyke x Innocent reader
Not gonna lie Pyke honestly thought his ability to love was lost to the sea
Seeing you for the first time, was like seeing a warm ray of sunshine in his murky depths
Pyke makes a vow to protect you
Considers you the most valuable thing in bilgewater
Tries his best not to startle you. His stalking habits are hard to break with you
Carries a small trinket of yours to remind him of the only good thing in this sea faring town
If anyone tries to harrass you, they are on his list
Gifts you with valuable objects he finds underwater ( Pearls, Corals, sunken treasures that are worth something)
Gets grumpy when you don't give him attention
The only time he feels at peace is when you are in his arms
Headcanons for graves,twisted fate, pyke, sylas, braum, ezreal, yasuo, Yone, aphelios, Lee sin, and master yi having to share a bed with reader please
(I apologize that i only decided to due a select few from the list)
Graves: Wasn’t entirely surprised that the two of you would end up with one bed, but he’ll be it sure awkward. After all, if you were running with a criminal outlaw there weren’t many places that wouldn’t care about the bounty on his head. He’ll likely offer the bed to you even if the two of you are in a relationship a bit surprising from an outlaw. Though if you are fine with the two of you sharing a bed, hell he won't hesitate to unwind in a slightly comfortable bed. Wouldn’t initiate anything sexual unless you were the one to do so. Probably mumbles apologize for the conditions you have to bear just because you fell in love with him when the drowsiness starts to kick him.
Twisted Fate: Unlike Graves, he will charm and swindle his way into getting comfortable beds in the local inn this time. However unfortunately when the two of you entered the apparent situation of there being one bed was immediately noticed. Tobias won’t offer to sleep on the stiff chair in the corner but will do whatever you want to make the situation less uncomfortable. It isn’t entirely awkward to him, in fact, he hints at more flirtatious things as the two of you wind down. If you are comfortable at that point in your relationship with sharing a bed he’ll hold you close a line kisses along your neck and wouldn’t go any further unless you allowed him to do so.
Pyke: Rarely ever slept, even so, he usually would settle for a rock of a bed if it came down to it. He was always so busy clearing names off his list, however, he was more thoughtful when the two of you started dating. Was extremely annoyed when the innkeeper had only one room available that had only one bed. You had to calm him out of nearly wanting to write the guy's name on the list and murdering him at that moment. If you weren’t comfortable sharing a bed with him he’d understand, his skin is cold and smells like the sea and fish most of the time. He’d stay awake or sit up sleeping on a chair or at the desk with his list rolling down. However, if you are comfortable he’ll let you get comfortable first before stiffly sticking to his side of the bed not wanting to bother you. Pyke’s heart warms when he feels you cuddle into his arms despite the reasons he listed.
Yone: Similiar to Pyke he’s always focused on his singular mission, which is hunting and slaying as many azakana as he can. Having time to rest is rare and finding a suitable place that isn’t dangerous is a treasure. Normally Yone would resist the effects of sleep, pushing them away until he finally had a moment to relax. Yet he didn’t expect to fall in love with someone along the path he took, which made him much more thoughtful of your sleep. You couldn’t follow Yone whenever he went to fight azakana unless you were trained in fighting. So by the time, he would stray back towards you, he'd be exhausted. It never really helped that he didn’t have much relationship experience, so many of his interactions were awkward or stiff. In the case that you wanted to sleep by yourself, he wouldn’t mind sleeping on another bed of hay across the room since Ionian beds are different. On the other hand, even if you were comfortable he wouldn’t hold you or show forms of affection unless you hinted or verbally asked him to.
Lee Sin: The monk may be blind but he could practically feel the awkward tense air in the room as you had explained that there had only been one bed. He wouldn’t say much, only that you could decide if you were comfortable with the arrangements or not. He’s still calm and respectable no matter what decision you pick. Lee is very attentive to your feelings so he can tell most of the time when he's focusing on you when you want space or when you want to just be held in his arms.
