I just read your melvik headcanons, and I love them! They're just *chef's kiss*
Do you perhaps have some skyce headcanons for us?👀
Skyce! - SFW/NSFW headcanons ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡
A/N: I've been itching all over to actually do the Skyce headcanons but every time I get lost in giggling and kicking my feet like crazy so instead of actually doing it I sit down to doodle them. I have like 4 other asks asking for Skyce headcanons and @acedragontype asked me also, so let's actually do it this time. Season 1 Skyce ONLY (Same as the Melvik ones, I assume exclusivity) headcanons because for season 2...you'll see, I have been working on something for the past three weeks. If I finish it will be so worth the wait.
Melvik version
Also THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO FUCKs WITH MY SILLY CRACKSHIP!!!
SFW headcanons
When Viktor first sneaks Sky into the Academy there is a period of time where Jayce disapproves of her involvement, especially because he thinks she is giving him the cold shoulder. Sky's first impression of Jayce is that he is a genius, although quite eclectic. That rubs her wrong. Mix that with the fact she is shyer than Viktor and these two get off on the wrong foot purely due to a misunderstanding.
The idea to incorporate plants as test subjects was Sky's. She spends about thirty minutes rambling about the ways the boys could use a certain strain of carnivorous plants, which forces Jayce to realise he had been a fool for ever doubting Viktor's judgement in hiring her as opposed to any of the Piltover pupils. When Jayce sides with her and convinces Viktor, their relationship becomes better.
Jayce helps in the botanic garden when the forge is too suffocating. It's a big and bright space and he can still use his physical strength to think and tire himself out so he likes it. Sky ignores that he prefers to do that job in the same way he does his forgery work - half-naked. She also ignores that it makes her heart flutter, constantly trying to remind herself that getting involved with the big boss is not good for anyone's resume, but he makes it VERY difficult on her.
They are quite oblivious to how close they are becoming because each of them thinks they have a crush on a different person.
Sometimes their age difference shows up in unexpected ways even though she's just two years younger than him. She'd make a trendy reference and he'd look at her dumb while holding his chin in faux thought (he has no idea what she just said. He's too much of a nerd to know anything 'trendy').
Ximena Talis LOVES Sky Young because she learns every dish Ximena teaches her and she is full of warmth and enthusiasm. She notices they have a level of chemistry but doesn't really say anything. They move in sync and they don't even notice, so Ximena thinks that if it's meant to work it will. They are both good cooks.
At some point, Sky begins spending more time with Jayce than Viktor simply because his schedule is fuller.
Both of them are cinephiles. Sky is certainly more pretentious than Jayce. He loves to watch all sorts of movies, and she has a more 'refined' taste. When their crushes didn't pan out they kind of thought they'd go through it together so they sat down to watch the Piltover equivalent of 'Mean Girls' (Sky had never watched it), but she was so sad she fell asleep on his shoulder. Jayce picked her up, carried her to his bed and slept on the couch (he too begins to ignore how much it makes his heart flutter in almost a childish way).
They are also very competitive at board games and Twister. Viktor and Mel usually tap out but these two will go on until their muscles are sore. Sky has better flexibility, Jayce is bigger so he takes up more space. She does cheat. She'd blow air into his ear or jokingly whisper something sexual into his ear to win. He never says anything because he's too busy blushing (she doesn't realise it has an effect on him)
She is almost like a shadow in public. It didn't bother him, but when he realised he likes her close to him he starts looking for her and gets frustrated and grumpy when he can't find her.
She finds his tick of rubbing his neck quite attractive, he finds her pushing up her glasses cute.
Despite looking very sweet, they bicker a lot over things that definitely don't matter cause they find it makes them run hot (especially before they ever make any romantic moves).
The one time he took her to a gala with him (Mel and Viktor did not have the time) she spent her entire time promoting the Hexpartners project. It was also the time they almost kissed but Jayce recognized he was too drunk and he was far too upright to take advantage of drunk Sky even though she consented. He takes her home while she giggles and tells him about how much she likes how he does different things and proceeds to list the most minuscule details about his behaviour.
They have been in the opposite situation as well. He has been drunk murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. She tosses it off to him probably mistaking her for Mel. (do you notice a pattern with these two?)
By the time they kiss, they're like kettles about to explode. Their first kiss happened at Jayce's apartment, during one of their weekend evenings. He wanted to show her the prototype of a vase for the flowers they use that could essentially water itself using Hextech. 'To make your life easier, you know. You already don't sleep enough.' he'd say and proceed to explain in detail how it works. She'd be so moved over the fact he thought about her, it would be an instinctive action, more of a peck and she immediately tries to apologise but it's difficult to apologise when a man the size of a mountain is kissing your apologies away. He basically crushes her into his arms upon the realisation kissing Sky Young is no longer off-limits.
There is no little spoon in their relationship because Sky sleeps on top of Jayce.
NSFW headcanons (now watch me lose my fucking mind)
Aftercare: Jayce Talis is the best aftercare giver in the game. He can get quite out there when he wants to pleasure his partner and that's not lost on him, so he makes sure there's water and something sweet by his bedside so she doesn't lose consciousness.
Body part: Those arms and slightly crooked smile could drive Sky crazy. Jayce loses his mind when she isn't wearing her glasses cause then she's bating those big doe eyes at him. When they fuck glasses are off no matter what. Also he takes off that fucking bun. He can't stand it. He loves to watch her curls bounce on top of him.
Cum: They don't mean to be messy, they promise they don't, but they are. She is on the pill, and although she tries to convince him to wear a condom that man has a creampie kink, there's no way she can convince him of anything. And one thing about Jayce Talis - he can be painfully convincing when he sets his mind to.
Dirty secret: They pretend like crazy in front of Viktor. They feign unfamiliarity but the moment he isn't looking Jayce would either sneak a hand around her throat, without any pressure or squeezing, just to prove he can and watch her expression grow stiff and frustrated.
Experience: Relative experience, they know what they're doing. Sky has had Zaun partners who've been quite...rude and rough with her so she can't really figure out how when Jayce is rough it feels good. Jayce Talis fucked bitches his whole life, I'm tired of pretending he hasn't.
Favourite position: If you ask Sky she prefers to feel his weight on top of her until it's suffocating, but Jayce loves when she clings to him so he prefers fucking her standing, while she holds on for dear life to his neck.
Goofy: they can be goofy in that Sky would get freaked if she's just hanging midair, but if the fucking is post argument it's deadly serious. She'll touch him a bit more, he'll squeeze a bit harder, a game that has to be won.
Hair: Jayce Talis grooms himself once every two weeks. He doesn't like hair on his face because it's not 'presentable' but he doesn't mind a well-maintained happy trail. Sky Young certainly doesn't mind it. She used to shave but switched to wax once every three weeks when she moved to Piltover, so some hair can grow but it's often little and more reminiscent of fluff than actual hair. Hair doesn't bother either of them, they're adults.
Intimacy: I've said it once, I'll say it again, they run St. Valentine's like the Navy. So they are very intimate. He'd steal a kiss when no one's watching, she'd rub his hand if he's nervous. That extends to their sex life. He'd whisper her worries away, she'd hold him impossibly close.
Jack off: Sky is a small hour of the night-pleasing herself type girl. Even if it's in her own apartment, she tries to keep very quiet, especially if her mind trails to his smile or his hands or his chest, like she is ashamed of how lewd her thoughts can become when it comes to him. Jayce is a rare mastrubator to me. He is more of a sufferer. He'd let the images run through his mind but would grip his working tools and go in the forge unless it was during one of those nights when she falls asleep on his shoulder or just looks at him for a moment too long, then he has to rub one off in the closest private space to be able to breathe.
Kink: Jayce is a pleasure dom to Sky, so overstimulation is a main kink. Another main of his is creampies, he loves to watch his cum trail down her trembling legs. He also has an unhealthy oral fixation (both giving and receiving). He likes to role-play situations in which she holds all the power over him and lets her do what she wants. Sky is not dominant by any means but she learns she enjoys to top once in a while. With time she develops a certain bratiness to her - deny his orgasm, scratch his back a bit too hard, mock him a bit, all in the name of her head being thrown on the pillow and fucked stupid. Oh, also both of them are really into shower sex for some reason. Really into it - wet and licking water off her collarbones, it turns them on.
Location: Jayce's apartment. Sky's is too small, he's too cramped in there they can't move freely. But Jayce's apartment is a sanctuary for both of them and his bed is big enough to toss each other around.
Motivation: If they argue, like actually argue, fucking is close. If Sky's cheating at a game, fucking is close. If Jayce rests his head on her shoulder and begins to nibble on the skin while she works, fucking is close. She's not good at expressing her needs explicitly but if she hooks a leg around him while they watch something, chances are she'll straddle his waist and kiss him without saying anything. It's embarrassing, but he doesn't need her to say it. He'll always ask her if she's sure and then they're off to the races.
No: He'll never in a thousand years take advantage of her nativity even if it turns him on, even if he finds her oblivious passion for her subject super hot, he would never ever take advantage of her boundaries. So BDSM is a no. She can do with him whatever, he doesn't mind, but he could not handle seeing her in pain. Even when she's asking for his hand around her throat, he never squeezes too hard like he knows he can and has done before. Sky is very strict about public PDA. Small caresses are fine, when her office door is locked it's okay, but nothing that could jeopardize their careers, reputations or projects.
Oral: Both of them have a thing for receiving and giving oral. Jayce would beg to eat her out if he has to, just to feel his nose pressing against her clit while she tugs on his perfectly ordered hair, moaning and pleading. Sometimes he'd eat her out to soothe his own unrelated frustrations. But there is nothing Jayce Talis loves more than to force Sky to sit on his face - suffocate him, hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her as close to him as possible, pressure his head between her thighs, it's a sweet way to die. In return, he loves watching her work her mouth on him. She's far too good at sucking him off, it almost makes him jealous thinking she had to acquire this technique somewhere. In the beginning, he wasn't with deep-throating her, but as time went on he got comfortable with it. Watching her gag as spit and precum run down her chin and those pleading doe eyes looking up is enough to make him cum in minutes. He can fuck her for hours, but if she puts her mouth on him he's a goner in minutes. Sky herself loves watching him eat her out messily, juices dripping down his chin, cheeks flushed as he always grips her as if she's a meal he can't afford to skip. She also learns to ride his face properly for her own gain as he tells her to. 'Don't worry about me' is their mantra when it comes to oral. It's a good day if her nose is pressed to the hairs on his pelvis, eyes rolled to the back of her head from the stretch on her throat. It's also a good day when she gets to tease him about how weak he is to her mouth. He'd cut himself or just run a loving hand on her cheek and she'd bite on his thumb or suck on it slowly just to prove she can and then let him go back to his duties. It's the only form of public teasing she is okay with but it's more than enough for him.
Pace: On special occasions, it's slow, deep and filled with loving confessions and giggling, but more often than not it's messy, fast and rough.
Quickie: Not big on quickies. They like to take their time, to taunt each other physically, to watch their eyes grow droopy from pleasure and overstimulation. If it's too much or they need fast relief they masturbate.
Risk: Not very big on risks. Jayce wouldn't mind if Sky didn't mind as much as she did, but he respects her wishes.
Stamina: That man is a bull. And you know what? Sky Young can handle going for seconds and thirds. They're both athletic and healthy. They match each other pretty well.
Toys: I don't see them being really into toys. More like they both have a clothes kink - her underwear in his pocket/or as a way to gratify himself, his tie to bind his hands to the bed frame or keeping her socks on when she wears those wool knee highs people wear inside the house during winter.
Unfair: To be fair he teases intentionally more than she does, but she is a bigger teaser unintentionally - she'd fix his cuffs without him having to ask, or grab his face when he wants to shave and do it for him, sway her hips, if it's really urgent she'd kiss his knuckles secretly to help him calm down before a speech (it riles him up). His teasing is more gently picking her chin here and there, a remark in her ear, those types of things. He'd leave himself looking a bit shabby to tease her about always making him look properly good.
Volume: Together they are very loud. He loves hearing her under him, it's like a reward for a job well done. During those times he's still more of a moaner and broken cries type of dude. (looks at s2 Jayce...he's a different story)
Wild card: She has shown to work with his shirt tugged in instead of hers without telling anyone (all of hers were dirty). It trickles into Sky Young role-playing as a councillor, wearing only Jayce's councillor coat while riding him into oblivion.
X-ray: As a friend said Jayce Talis packs a weapon we are not ready to discuss. Is it more girth or more length, god knows, but Sky Young will tell you she swears it gets to her stomach and she's not a short tiny little lady.
Yearning: Pretty normal I'd say, a few rounds like twice a week. Whenever, even though they always yearn for the touch of the other.
Zzz: Both of them are quick sleepers. They are more morning people than night owls. They fuck, they cuddle, giggle about something stupid and in 15 minutes they're both out.
A/N: You know my inbox is always open for Melvik and Skyce thoughts.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, descriptions of blood/wounds/death
———— PART 16 ————
Laying on the bed, Y/N is silently staring at the ceiling as Sky sleeps. She spent hours trying to retrieve his memories, to bring them forth from darkness but it only caused them both pain and nosebleeds. After the fifth try, Sky insisted it was best to stop. Y/N agreed.
For now, at least.
Stella texted her in the morning, letting her know Queen Luna had arrived. Surprisingly, she informed her that the students don’t remember Bloom’s role in Rosalind’s death, but the Queen does. She succeeded to some degree, after all. Not as useless as she believed she was.
The girls will try to convince the Queen to release Bloom later in the day, Stella acting as a layer of defense. The others will find where Farah was buried.
That should go over well.
Part of her wishes she could seek her grave as well, to get some much needed closure, but Sky is here. He’s alive and Farah isn’t and the person who did her harm is already dead, so what is the point. Revenge is off the table, all that remains is sadness and Y/N has plenty of sadness in her life.
Glancing at Sky, she envied how peaceful he seemed. Not even an inkling of worry or heart-wrenching sorrow as he’s asleep. It’s ridiculous, but it angers her. How is it she’s the one saddled with all the rage, sadness, and worries? Somehow, Y/N is meant to take the brunt of this horrible thing that’s happened to them and she will. As long as there’s a chance to bring Sky back, the actual Sky she knows and loves, she’ll take anything life has to offer.
“I feel you staring,” Sky murmurs and she sighs.
“Here we go again.”
“I don’t mind,” he smirks, eyes still closed. “I know I’m easy on the eyes.”
“Is there an off switch for the cockiness?”
Chuckling, he raises his brows and glances at her before his gaze falls to his hardened member. “There might be.”
Rolling her eyes, she gets up. Head in her hands, she groans. “I can’t believe the dick is back.” It felt like they made some progress after their talk last night, but this made her believe it was all an act.
“It’s a natural process,” Sky defends.
“How do you even know that? You remember pizza and morning wood, but I’m not even a footnote?”
Shrugging playfully, he smirks, “Food and their dicks, kind of the most important part of any man’s life.”
Turning away, she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Guess I’m the idiot thinking I was an important part of your life too.”
Heading into the bathroom, she slams the door behind her.
Licking his lips, Sky sits up. “Guess I’ll just…handle it myself.”
Yanking the door open, Y/N glares at him. “If you jerk off anywhere near my bed I will lobotomize you!”
Rolling his eyes, Sky scoffs. “You’re all bark and no bite.”
Filled with anger, Y/N’s eyes glow with a soft, violet light. Sky cocks his head at her determined expression, raising his eyebrows as she extends her hand toward him. As if caught in a gentle breeze, he feels himself lifted from the ground, his body floating weightlessly in the air. Holding his breath, he looks down, marveling at the realization.
“I’m flying!”
Clicking her tongue, she scowls before pushing him against a wall. “Actually, I’m biting.” Adding light pressure to his neck, she smirks. “I’m not one to be played with.”
Instead of fear, a sense of wonder fills Sky’s heart as he gazes at Y/N. The way she commands the room, the tempered way she speaks even in anger, and the gentleness of her power despite his arrogance is mesmerizing. He’s captivated by the purple hue surrounding her, wishing she’d release him and allow a single touch just so he knows he’s not imagining things and this is real. That she is real.
When she finally lowers him to the floor, he lands with a soft thud, his eyes never leaving hers. Without any words, he closes the distance between them, cupping her face with a tenderness she missed greatly.
“I’m not playing with you, I promise.” Licking his lips, Sky’s eyes flicker to hers for mere seconds before focusing on the remnants of purple in her gaze. It’s dear to his heart despite reason, as if it speaks to some part of his soul he’s lost.
Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes. “It hurts.” Returning his gaze, she sighs. “You have no idea…the weight of what we lost last night is suffocating me. And you’re here, but not really. Sky, you’re a stranger with a fascination, not the man who loves me.”
“You can reverse it,” he shrugs meekly as her hands pull his away from her face. “You’ll bring me back to who I was and it will be fine.”
Looking away, she covers her mouth and he realizes she’s holding back tears. “Would you want that?”
“What do you mean?”
Letting out a heavy breath in response, she sits on her bed. “A lot has happened to you Sky. A lot that I know you’d rather not have to deal with. Maybe that would be the best thing for you?”
Frowning deeply, he shakes his head lightly. “That can’t be true.”
“It is,” she responds instantly. “I’ve never seen you this carefree before, not since we were kids!”
Getting on his knees, he rests his hands on her thighs carefully, as if awaiting her reaction. “You say I loved you.”
Nodding, her lips quiver. He’s right before her, he’s touching her and his eyes are filled with confusion. Somehow, she’s managed to break him in less than 24 hours…he was a clean slate, happy! If he went with Stella, he’d still be content instead of lost like a child.
“If I loved you as much as you say, I don’t think any amount of heavy shit that would come with loving you would matter.”
“You only say that because you can’t remember what it was. It broke you. I broke you.”
Before Sky can say anything, his phone rings, startling them both.
“What the fuck is that?”
Taking the phone from his jacket, Y/N answers, putting it on speaker.
“You’re calling a guy who has no memories. That’s a new level of stupid even for you.”
“Figured you’d fix him by now with your fairy shit,” Riven remarks. “Saul’s calling all the specialists. The Solarians found Sebastian’s hideout. It’s not far from here.”
“And he clearly left Sky out for obvious reasons.”
“His memory might be wiped, but his muscles remember the training,” he clarifies. “We have to take these guys out. End this war before it begins. If he’s capable of fighting, he should come.”
“How do I know if I can fight?” Sky asks, ignoring the disgruntled look on her face.
“Have Miss Sunshine bring you down and we can check it real fast.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea. Saul won’t let him come anyway,” Y/N insists. “Even if he can fight, he has no idea what he’s fighting.”
“Blood witches are evil, control people like puppets whilst enjoying killing us and the fairies. There, now he knows.”
Grimacing, Y/N shakes her head. “It’s too dangerous. If he’s coming, I’m coming too.”
“No!”
“No!”
Raising her brows, she sets her lips in a thin line. “Since when do either of you think you have any choice in the matter?”
“Since they nearly took your magic last time, which would have given them all the power they need to kill us all!”
“Listen,” Y/N licks her lips, “I’ll bring Sky, but if he goes with you, I’m not staying behind. So, it’s really your choice.”
Once they got to the grounds, Y/N was hoping Sky wouldn’t show any physical capabilities. If he was just an ordinary man, he’d stay with her away from the fight. This would make her life so much easier, she’d be able to breathe again and maybe find a way to have him fall in love with her all over again – without the memories of their past that so deeply affected their lives. She’d force herself to let it all go and just enjoy him as he is, to truly live this time around.
But that didn’t happen.
Sky successfully blocked every attack Riven utilized against him, having Riven pinned to the ground so effortlessly that it seemed as if he was better at this than before.
“He’s coming with us,” Saul states. “He’s perfectly capable of fighting, and you can do the same here.”
“What?”
“Bloom is gone, Y/N. Her sentence is harsh and she’s out of the picture for now.” Staring at Sky throwing Riven over his shoulder, Saul shrugs. “Unless you save her.”
“But Sky –“
“Will be with me. I will keep him safe as I’ve always done in the past.”
Wrapping a protective arm around Y/N, Saul kisses her temple. “Queen Luna is a powerful fairy, but your power is ancient. She can’t fight you and Bloom openly, so she’s manipulating events to take you out of the game one by one.” Giving her a pointed look, Saul raises his brows. “Do not let her.”
Glancing at Sky, Y/N nods. “I have to talk to him first.”
“I understand.”
“And if something happens to him, Saul, I swear to you I will burn The Otherworld to the ground.”
Despite the severity of her threat, Saul smiles. “I’d help you.”
Shielding her eyes from the sun, she draws in a shuddered breath as catches Sky’s gaze on her. It wasn’t an accidental glance or a shy glimpse, he was staring at her unapologetically as if he knew she was undeniably his.
Yours truly.
Sky frowns in confusion, rubbing his forehead. His eyes widen slightly before putting his shirt on, hastily walking toward her.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Saul taps her shoulder, reassuring her he will protect Sky.
With his shortened breathing, Sky places his hands on his hips. Towering over her, he quirks an eyebrow. “You know, I could have sworn I heard you just now.” There’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a glimmer of bewilderment dancing in the blue-green depths. “But your lips weren’t moving,” he manages a wry smile. “More like…your voice echoed in my head? Does that make any sense?”
A pang of guilt tugs at her heartstrings, her lips parting slightly. “Yes,” she sighs. Biting her lower lip, she struggles to find the right words to express her remorse because she’s done it again – Sky hated intrusions of this sort, so how does she explain she messed up without him running from her.
“I’m sorry,” she decides an apology would be most sincere. “It’s not a conscious thing most times. Seems like it happens with you often though, I still don’t know why.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she turns away from him.
Curling his fingers around her wrist, Sky turns her to face him. There’s a subtle, but undeniable intimacy in the gesture, one that sends a shiver of warmth coursing through her veins. “Don’t turn away from me like that. Okay? I don’t like it. In fact, I really don’t like when you decide how I perceive things. I don’t know how I reacted to stuff before, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to be the same. You said it yourself, I’m a stranger right now, so don’t assume I’ll go off the rails about things I don’t even remember.”
In response, she moves her hand, mirroring his gesture, holding onto his wrist, their position resembling the solemnity of making an unbreakable vow.
“I’ll stop assuming,” she promises. “I’m sorry I keep projecting all my problems and insecurities onto you. I think I’ve always done that and it’s exactly why we broke up.”
“See, some things are best left forgotten. I don’t really want to remember that. Sound painful as fuck.”
Pursing her lips, she tugs at the zipper of his jacket with her free hand. “Yeah. It is.”
Narrowing his eyes at her, he cocks his head ever so slightly. “What is it?”
“Hm?”
“You’re trying to say something. Just say it.”
Exhaling as she smiles, Y/N drags her palm into his hand, holding it tightly. “Saul wants you to go with them. He’s the closest thing both of us have to a father. I trust his judgment.”
Raising his eyebrows, he chews his lips. “Alright. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
Nodding, she forces a smile. She has to be strong and project confidence and assurance for Sky’s sake, but there’s nothing other than anxiety in her heart.
Her lips curve upwards, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. It's a facade, a mask she wears to hide her true emotions. She can feel the tension radiating off Sky, his sharp gaze probing her facade, searching for the truth hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade.
“I won’t be coming with you.”
“Oh.” Inhaling sharply, he nods. “Well, that’s understandable. You’re a fairy, I’m the specialist. Riven made it pretty clear my role is to protect fairies.”
Summoning all her strength, she steadies her trembling breath and nods in affirmation. “That’s the bare basis of it. But there are layers to it. Plenty of layers, especially for us.”
“Peel a few for me before I leave?”
Cupping his cheek tenderly, she holds her breath as he leans into her palm. “I’m your fairy, Sky. It’s not just a random pairing they made in class, we are connected in a deeper way. When we have to defend each other, we are deadly.”
“Do others have their fairy?”
“Some do,” she shrugs. “It’s a rare thing.”
“Are other fairies joining this fight?” Sky tightens his hold on her as she shakes her head.
“Mind fairies are the only ones effective against Blood witches, but we don’t have many at this school. One of my friends lost her magic the last time we faced them…I nearly lost mine and we cannot afford mine to be taken away, no matter how much I wish it.”
As the words sink in, Sky's eyes widen in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what Y/N has just revealed. For a moment, he is frozen in stunned silence, his heart clenching with a mixture of shock and anguish.
“You wish for that?” He can't fathom the idea of Y/N willingly giving up her magic, the very essence of who she is. It's as if she's offering to sacrifice a part of herself, a fundamental aspect of her identity, and the thought fills him with a profound sense of sorrow.
“Why would you –“ With a heavy heart, Sky reaches out to Y/N, his fingers trembling as they brush against her cheek. He searches her eyes, silently pleading for her to reconsider, to see the beauty and wonder of her magic in the way he does. He’s barely seen a fraction of it and he’s already hooked.
Riven’s voice interrupts the exchange. “Get your ass going! We are leaving!”
“We’re not done talking about this,” Sky states firmly, but there is a glimmer of understanding, a flicker of empathy for the pain that must be driving Y/N to such drastic measures. He can see the weariness etched into her features, and in that moment he realizes that wish stems from a place of profound desperation - a longing to be at peace. If he’s part of the reason, then he can’t imagine what a dick he truly is to have her questioning this beautiful part of her soul he’s inexplicably drawn to.
“NOW”, Riven shouts.
Huffing, Sky frowns as she pulls away from him. “Stay safe,” she smiles.
Come back to me.
Glancing over his shoulder, he drags a hand across his face before accepting the sword Riven holds out for him. “We’re coming back in one piece, right?”
Riven scoffs, “I sure hope so.”
Watching them drive off, only catching a small wave from Sky, Y/N feels as if her heart might give up. They’re not good apart, especially not in a fight. Together they survive, but apart? It’s never a good thing.
“Now that they’ve gone, could you spare a few minutes for me?”
Y/N's breath catches in her throat as she lays eyes on Farah, her mind struggling to process the impossible standing before her. A ghost of her past in the flesh, returning to haunt her.
“This isn’t real.” Shock and disbelief wash over Y/N in waves, leaving her trembling and disoriented. She blinks rapidly as if trying to dispel the illusion before her eyes, but Farah remains steadfast and real, a reassuring smile playing on her lips.
“I’m here.”
Unable to find the words to express the emotions raging within her, Y/N simply reaches out to Farah, her hand trembling as it brushes against her arm. It's a gesture of disbelief, a wordless acknowledgment of the miracle that stands before her. Embracing her, she lets the tears flow freely.
Holding her tightly, Farah runs a soothing hand over her back. “I’m sorry darling, but we don’t have much time.”
Pulling away, sniffling, she frowns. “What does that mean? I just got you back!”
“You didn’t. Not truly.” Brushing away her tears, Farah smiles sweetly. “I did not survive the attack. When I realized what Rosalind was going to do, I drew on as much magic as I could, and called on the natural world to preserve me.”
With trembling lips, Y/N shakes her head. “I don’t have long, but I do have time for one final lesson. For both you and your friends.” Farah turns around, waving her hand lightly. The girls followed shortly after, forming a tight circle. Bloom’s with them, much to Y/N’s confusion. Didn’t Saul say she was gone? Isn’t that the reason she was told to stay behind?
“When I was your headmistress, I shielded you from the harsh truths of the world. I believed that positive emotions were the cornerstone of powerful magic. Rosalind felt the opposite. That strength was only forged in those harsh truths. We were both wrong. To unlock true magic, you must make peace with all your emotions. The reckless joy of the positive and the despair of the negative. There is beauty and power in both. I'm so proud of each of you. And of the women you're becoming.”
Tucking her hair behind her ears, Y/N folds her arms. “Using my emotions in my magic has only ever caused others to get hurt. It’s not that simple.”
“Y/N, shall we take a walk?”
Walking toward the woods, Y/N grumbles. “Are you sure it’s not Bloom you meant to invite?”
Farah chuckles. “Bloom has gotten all the wisdom she needed from me. You still need a little more.”
“It’s always been this way,” Y/N remarks. “She’s the star pupil, even when she sets someone on fire. I’m the one needing extra lessons and work no matter what I do.”
“Darling, you’ve got it all wrong.” Farah stops. “The reason you needed extra care is because you’ve locked yourself in a shell out of fear. You’ve been so afraid of your powers, hating it, running from its potential, but this kind of power can’t be locked away. The shell cracks eventually and you have extremely powerful magic escaping it in terribly, uncontrolled ways. Y/N, what happens when a dam begins to break?”
“The water trickles through the cracks, slowly at first…but then there are all these pressure leaks that increase the speed damage to the structure of the dam…and when it breaks and the water comes out all at once, it’s certain to take out everything in its vicinity.”
Tilting Y/N’s chin with her index finger, Farah smiles. “Don’t you understand? You’ve created a dam that’s breaking and instead of letting the river run free, in its natural state, you’ve created a dam and pressure leaks, and when it breaks entirely, it will annihilate everything.”
Clenching her jaw, Y/N trains her gaze on her feet. “So I’ll explode one day...like I always thought?”
“It’s never too late to detonate,” Farah wraps an arm around her, moving her forward as they continue the walk. “Embrace your emotions, even the ugly ones. The fear, the anger, the grief, all of it is a part of you and you are in control. Those emotions do not control you or your magic, not if you don’t let them.”
Biting her lower lip mercilessly, Y/N looks up at Farah. “I’ve been so angry at you. So, so angry.”
“You couldn’t have known –“
“I’m a mind fairy, I should have seen it! If I was in control, I’d have known…maybe I could have even stopped it.”
Grabbing her by the shoulders, Farah frowns. “Stop! You are very powerful, darling, but you’re not all-powerful. There are things we can’t see coming, no matter how hard we try. You can’t save everybody. It doesn’t work like that. Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened to me…I don’t.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Farah sighs. “You are my favorite student. I know you’re afraid of your power, but you have to use it. One way or another, those you love will need you to fight.” Offering a smile, she takes a step back. “I believe in you. You have the power to protect this realm, to save it from those who wish chaos upon it.”
“Rosalind said something similar to Bloom once,” Y/N presses her lips in a thin line.
“How about this, then? Don’t think about saving the world. Focus on saving your world. When you have that in your heart, you can’t go wrong.”
Sniffling, she nods. “You waited until they were gone. He would have loved to see you.”
“Saul would understand. Our friendship was dear to me, you can tell him that.”
Lifting her head to the sky, Y/N wipes the tears slowly forming their path on her cheeks. “I hate saying goodbye.”
“I’m glad we have the chance to do it properly,” Farah wraps her arms around her, letting her cry while the sun goes down. As the last ray of light dies down, Y/N’s arms wrap around herself, realizing Farah is gone…this time for good.
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fem!reader /reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and reffered to as girlfriend/ more feminine petnames
mentions of food, in jeongins there is use / mention of alcohol, petnames,maybe slight cursing?, besides that pure fluff
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chan:
you and chan were dating for several months now, and it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell the others, it was just that you didn’t feel ready yet. but when when chan was basically begging you to stay over at his place, reassuring you that the other members planned to go out in the morning so the two of you would stay undiscovered, you couldn’t say no. so one thing led to the others and you were having a chilled movie night until you fell asleep.
what you couldn’t have guessed that the others, were in fact not gone in the morning. unexpected rain hit the area so they decided to stay home, ordering food together instead. and of course they didn’t want to leave chan out, so han went over to his room to ask him if he wants something to. and let’s just say that han definitely wasn’t expecting to find chan laying in bed, completely entangled in a girl he has never seen before. he completely panicked and slammed the door shut, running towards the living room to tell the others what he just saw.
on your side, the loud slam wasn’t a very nice way to be woken up. you turned to chan, his panicked expression matching yours completely. “they are here, aren’t they?” you whispered as if that would save anything. you anxiously ruffled your hair, until chans hand eventually came to stop you. he gently grabbed your face, tilting it up ways so you have no chance but to look at him. “don’t worry darling, it will be alright, i’ll talk to them”, he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you really don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for yet, i promise”
minho:
it was slowly getting late and minho still wasn‘t showing up at your apartment, even do he promised to come tonight. you sighed but still you didn’t blame him. he loved his job. so instead of being grumpy you packed a few of his favorite snacks and made your way to the studio.
he usually lets you know if someone is with him, but since he didn‘t this time you just assumed that he was alone….but today he wasn‘t. and just like that you stood frozen at the door, sharing panicked looks with minho while felix and hyunjin were utterly confused by what’s happening.
eventually, minho gestured you to come up to him, confusing the boys even more. he gave you one final look, silently asking if it was okay to tell them, to which you responded wirh a nod. “uhm yeah guys, i haven‘t really had the chance to tell you yet but this is my girlfriend. i mean i wanted to introduce you soon anyways so- yeah” he turned to you and gave you a reassuring smile.
hyunjin and felix share one more look before introducing themselves and giggling. “are you sure about telling the others? you know what you’re getting yourself into, right?”
changbin:
changbin was over at your apartment, the two of you peacefully spending your day off together until a fight erupted. he wanted to cut the sandwiches you made straight up horizontally, but you were team diagonal so you basically screamed at him to stop and from that the situation escalated into a huge pillow fight in the living room. and between the playful screams the two of you let out one thing went unnoticed: somehow changbins phone decided to start a call by itself, the call landing and no other than chan himself, who was for once at home with the other members.
he spoke a very confused ‘hello?’ into the speaker, getting no answer but instead hearing an unfamiliar female voice in the back. he was just about to hang up when he heard a very distinct ‘seo changbin, if you continue cutting sandwiches like that, i fear that i have to break up with you’ which caused him to let out a loud gasp, gaining the attention of the other members who where now gasping ten times louder, which finally caught you attention.
“binnie, did you hear that?” you said, as confused as changbin himself. but when he reached to his phone and saw an ongoing call he immediately knew what was up. he pointed the screen towards you, a faint blush painting his cheeks. “guys, what are you doing?” he asked, sounding very offended but immediately being hit by loud chaotic lashback since he was the one that called.
“i can’t believe that you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?? we have a lot of catch up to. when are you bringing her to meet us? what about tomor-“ chan was cut of by changbin hanging up.
“i think we are in real trouble now”
hyunjin:
hyunjin and you met through a shared passion: dancing. actually, to be exact, you are one of his backup dancer. but after you two accidentally met laye at night, the both of you wanting to perfect all of your moves you grew close- very close. when hyunjin eventually confessed his feelings you were happier then ever, the fear of having another one-sided-crush being eased away with a soft kiss.
but the thing is, that after all, you are his backup dancer, and you have to act professionally more than you’d like to. usually, that isn’t a problem but today was just rough, everything going wrong since morning and your eyes just seemed to wander to your comfort person automatically. you tried really, really, hard but your gaze always flew over to him, searching the comfort you desperately needed. and as if that wasn’t enough, you kept messing up your steps, even tripping once, causing you to awkwardly fall on the ground, earning you a worried stare from hyunjin.
and the other boys must have noticed, having to tap hyunjin on the shoulder to regain his attention and asking him if he’s fine.they also asked you to stay for a minute longer when everyone is on their way out. it was like they could sense what was going on. “you guys are dating, aren’t you?” minho finally broke the silence, alternately looking from hyunjin to you, catching the panicked look you gave each other.
“i mean- it’s just-“
“yeah.” hyunjin interrupted your stuttering, firmly taking your hand into his. “ i wanted to tell you guys but i didn’t know how”
“well, good for you, but please, next time, start thinking about your steps instead of staring at each other to death” minho snorted as he walked through the door, leaving you and all the other members besides you speechless.
jisung:
dates like this are more than normal for the two of you, you coming to his studio, at first to just hang out together but it always ends up in big chaos.
today the two of you found one of the silliest voice changers ever, accidentally stumbling over it and now being hung up on it. you‘d either laugh in the microphone or say the most random words and phrases and would end up laughing hysterically at the recording before doing it over and over again. it was like two three-year-olds had been left unsupervised in a music studio, being super entertained by such a simple thing for over thirty minutes now.
with the loud laughter’s echoing through the room, you haven’t even noticed that someone has stepped into the room, quietly observing what’s happening while trying hard to laugh himself. but after a few more minutes, jeongin also broke out in laughter, immediately putting the attention on him. your face expressions dropped and now only jeongins laughter was heard in the room.
jeongin noticed the sudden silence, looking around once again. "is that your girfriend?" he asked, only to be answered with an unsure nod. "nice....by the way chan ordered food, wanna have some. oh and he´s so gonna kill you when he finds out that you kept her secret from him - "
Felix:
After weeks of full schedules, felix and you finally managed to have a movie date night, the other boys being out for something which leaves the two of you a lot of time to catch up on everything and make up for the lack of contact. following the meal you had together was howl´s moving castle, one of your favorite movies ever, for which you cuddled up on the couch surrounded by blankets and pillows, enjoying the closeness of one another.
being back in felix´s embrace was more than you could´ve ever wished for, his head resting in the crook of your neck while his hands draw random shapes an your hips. and maybe, just maybe, it was a bit too comfortable. not even halfway through the film, felix and you managed to drift off to sleep, only to be woken up by a very loud, dramatic scream.
confused and still dazed from sleeping, felix sat up, trying to get a clear view of the boys in front of him. "guys what are you doing here? I thought you were out till- wait what time is it?"
"It´s time for you to explain what´s going on...WHO IS THAT????AND WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON OUR COUCH??" Hyunjin dramatically exclaimed together with jisung, the other boys still in shock.
"calm down guys" felix groans " i wanted to tell you guys but i didn´t know how, but i mean this is a way to finally introduce you to my amazing girlfriend"
seungmin:
dinner was already finished, ready to serve but one major thing was missing: your boyfriend. he wanted to be home over an hour ago, but there’s still no sign of him walking through the hallway that keads to your apartment. maybe he was tangled up in work again, which you didn’t blame him for, but you were slowly growing impatient, because he promised that he‘ll be on time.
you got nervous when your mind wandered and you thought that maybe something happened to him, that he got hurt in his way here or- you were probably overthinking , but calling him was the only way to make sure that he’s okay. so you reached for your phone, dialed his number and impatiently waited for him to pick up.
when you finally heard his voice ringing through your phone, you let out a relieved breath before scolding him to make you scared. you could hear the voices of the other members echoing through the phone while seungmin explained that he got caught up practicing with the other members. His voice sounded tired and you could feel that he was truly sorry for letting you wait. he promised you to leave as soon as he could.
“i love you” was the last thing you heard, so you thought he hung up, bit as you looked at your phone you realized: the other boys wered dead silence, no laughing, no talking, nothing. it was jisung who suddenly screamed “what” , making the chaos break once again but this time ten times harder then before.
“uhm babe, i think i’ll have some explaining to do, i’ll call you back in a sec….if i come out here alive“
jeongin:
jeongin and you have been together for exactly six months now, so of course the two of you celebrated with a date in a fancy restaurant, enjoying the evening together in the best way possible. the two of you discussed meeting the other members, but jeongin was a bit scared of their reaction- and so were you, which is why you decided to keep it a secret for now.
unfortunately, the two of you also had a bit too much to drink tonight, which made the situation a bit more difficult. jeongin refused to let you go home alone in your dazed state, so you were standing in front of the dorm with him. but as he slipped the key into the lock to open the door, you pulled away his hand and intervined it with yours. he turned around, furrowing his brows together in confusion.
“you look cute” you giggled, placing one of your hands on his cheek to pull him close. your lips were just s few centimeters from his, when your eyes locked for a mere second before crushing your lips together. you could taste the alcohol from his lips while you melt into his embrace. it was a perfect picture moment- before the door opened.
the two of you stepped apart as quick as you could, but hyunjin was already off running and screaming in circles, gaining everyone’s attention.
“you are so in trouble” was the only thing minho said before leaving you completely red-headed at the door.
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authors note: after ages i finally finished this one, but school has been and still is very busy so i don’t have the time to be active.
nevertheless i hope you enjoyed what i wrote and i hope you have a great day :D
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One Day of Progress
Pairing: Jayce Talis x Sky Young x Mel Medarda x Viktor
Request: Canon-compliant Hexquad Fluff
SUMMARY: After everything you both had been through; the pain, the torment, the utter longing, you and Jayce can only find your love leftover in the post-war rubble and go on to find various ways to show each other that your love is truly enough.
TAGS: tooth-rotting fluff, suggestive thoughts but nothing explicit happens, mmff, established relationship
MASTERLIST | AO3 version | WORDCOUNT: 1,562 words |
A/N: I will slowly get through all the requests. The drabble gifts are still open though. I LOVE doing these.
8:12 AM
“The weather is expected to peak at 26 degrees today in most parts of the country. So, don’t be tempted to overdress.”
TV static was drowned by noise of running water in the bathroom and a cattle burning on the stove. An old, chipped beige mug with golden edges around the handle, an almost identical one in black, made of fine china, a see through glass with an ombre purple handle and a tulip at the bottom and a stained white cup leftover from last years ‘Progress Day’ were patiently placed next to the heated coffee maker, waiting to fulfill their purpose.
Four mugs perfectly in sync.
A lot of things were perfectly in sync in the two bedroom apartment nested at the heart of Piltover. For example, the four toothbrushes bought in packs of two - Mel and Viktor shared a golden/black design, while Sky and Jayce sported a silly pack of swirly blues and reds. Or the books on the shelf in the living room ordered in several distinct sections - Jayce’s theoretical non-fiction, Sky’s classic collection, Mel’s leather clad volumes of poems and Viktor’s philosophy relics, put together by owner and size, except no one would be able to tell where Jayce began or Viktor ended, simply because they were…one.
They had been one for a while.
“One of us needs to wake him up.” Viktor slouched over the newspaper, making a rather weak attempt to skim across the headline before discarding it on the table. There was no point in pretending to read before coffee.
“When did he come home?” Sky jumped up and down trying to squeeze in tights she hadn’t worn since she became an assistant seeing as she would have to wear a skirt that morning. Someone had come home late and not done their laundry chore. It wasn’t her.
“Six.” Mel pressed her lips to Sky’s collarbone, still in her bedrobe. “I poked the bear last time. Someone else’s turn.” they both turned to Viktor with a particularly mischievous glimmer in their eyes.
“I am making coffee.” he noted, desperately trying to avoid the task of waking Jayce up.
“Coffee does itself.”
Sly fox.
“He is always so…” An over exaggerated sigh escaped his lips, yet he reached for his cane and pulled himself up. There was no use wasting air over a task that inherently belonged to him. No matter how passionately he did not wish to do it.
“Difficult?” Mel quirked a brow.
“Whiny?” Sky turned her head to one side.
“...cranky when he’s woken up.” Viktor contained a laugh.
He was all three to be fair.
The curtains in the bedroom had been pulled back, lending the loudly sleeping Jayce his much needed illusion of pitch darkness. Contrary to what he would usually do (cuddle in the corner) he had spread across the entire bed, laying on his stomach, everyone’s sheets kicked to the floor. It was undeniably warm to be fair.
No part of the last seven days had been kind to the charming face of progress. It was not enough that the council pressed for discoveries that simply required more time than given, but he also had to be the poster boy for the nobles coming from all parts of Runeterra to celebrate Progress Day.
The council's worries had been soothed by Mel and Heimerdinger’s, but even they couldn't do anything about the social engagements he was forced to attend. He'd murmur he's a scientist and not a celebrity and still spend the entire night with people Mel found barely tolerable. Although, to be fair, he was devilishly good at appealing to their egos without them ever coming close to him as a human being. It gathered investors, it made people believe in Hextech while Viktor and Sky obsessed over cracking the last of the runes.
All that to lead them to their current quandary - how to wake the prince of Progress? Mel used a rather simple approach - she would pepper his face with kisses until he woke up. After a while however that approach failed to produce the necessary results as all of them always turned out…late. Instead, she now just opened the curtains and let the light inside until he groaned and got up.
Sky could never be quite that audacious. She'd crouch by the bed, stroke his hair and whisper something sweet until he woke up. Albeit, a lot more naive, it produced the same results as Mel's. She was now too scared of derailing their schedules to go near an oversleeping Jayce.
Viktor made up for all of that. For ten years, he had cracked the proper method of waking Jayce Talis up.
His cane poked at his partner's lower back.
“Get up.” Viktor smirked when his partner just winced and turned to the other side. “Do not push your luck, pretty boy. Get up.” the next poke was on his calf. Jayce moaned, jerked his leg in the other direction and remained sound asleep. His hair had grown past his cheekbones, hiding his relaxed expression and the beard grown out of seven sleepless nights concealed the pout on his lips. "Last chance or the cane will land on your thick head.”
The loud growl that escaped Jayce's lips as he raised lazily on his elbows, back muscles flexing, twitched something dangerous inside of Viktor. Perhaps, it was not the girls that provoked him into a sensual morning, perhaps it was him tired and naked who was the catalyst. And perhaps on a different occasion Viktor wouldn't mind indulging in Jayce Talis and being late.
That wasn't that morning.
“It's so early…” Jayce hit his head against the pillow.
“It is certainly very late.” Viktor spared him the lecture on why coming home at six was a generally bad idea. He would be one to speak. Hypocritical to say the least. He sat next to him instead, fingers lazily stroking along the curve of his back.
“...urgh.” Jayce shuddered under his lover's touch. Half-baked indecent thoughts gathered at the back of mind. It must be noted Jayce Talis grabbed all he could and hoarded love in capacities that should not be allowed. His mother used to say finding one partner is a miracle and there he was, holding three people at the same time with no plans of letting even one of them go. All that to say, his morning thoughts were getting derailed into a territory where he imagined more than one hand caressing along his back. “The girls?” He puffed into the pillow.
“We can't leave without you on Progress Day, can we, counsellor Talis?” Mel had gotten up on the bed, purring into his ear.
Viktor shook his head but ultimately smiled. There was a level of railing only Mel Medarda could achieve. He let her do her thing. Sky fiddled with the zipper of her skirt at the door. The maroon garment suited her nicely and the warm white tights didn't wash her out. He caressed Jayce's back one last time, fixed his waist coat, and made his way to her.
“Turn around.” It was the gentlest of whispers, one that caused her sides to burn. No matter how much time had gone by since their first date, she was still the same girl that was too cautious to even hold his hand.
“Thank you.” She whispered back, fidgeting despite herself while Viktor zipped and buttoned the back of her skirt and tightened her waistcoat before kissing the same spot Mel had pecked earlier. There was something endearing and a bit amusing in watching her stutter around. “We'll be late!” Except for when it came to being on time. Then it was a whole different woman altogether. “Get up, Talis!” She landed a devastating slap on his ass that sent him flying up. There was nothing romantic or sensual about it but it was undeniably the funniest thing they'd seen in a good minute. It certainly killed the mood Jayce was labouring for.
“What was that for?!” he finally got up stretching his arms above his head.
“Being early and potentially being very late!” Sky scrunched her nose at him. “Next time I'll let you sleep in front of the door.”
He leaned in, a cocky grin on his face.
“Are you gonna kick me out of my own house, Bambi?”
“Don't push your luck, progress boy.” Mel wrapped her arms around him. “I'll let her.”
“Viktor?!” big puppy eyes in fear of being cornered by a predator shot in his direction, almost pleading. The older man shrugged, enjoying watching his lover struggle.
“It would be a…suitable lesson.”
“Do you guys hate me?!”
“We're fixing your unfortunate habits.” Mel ran her nails on his shoulder. He shivered again, but did his best to ignore the urges.
“I need 10 minutes.”
“You need more.” Sky shook her head, bun bouncing around. She knew her partners better than anyone. Jayce was the type of man to say he needs ten minutes and took three hours instead. “Best I can do is 20 minutes and a cup of coffee.”
“I'll take it.” He kissed her forehead, then ran from the bedroom into the bathroom, curses and clacking mixing with the stereo of the white tiles.
“He needs more than twenty minutes.” Viktor leaned on Mel’s shoulder.
“She knows.” Mel smirked.
“I put the clock back 20 minutes. He has about forty five minutes, but that is not something he needs to know.”
“Miss Young!” Viktor feigned offense.
“He is…unreliable.” She readjusted her glasses. “And woke me up at six to open the door.”
