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A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn’t opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now… burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was… so beautiful.

“M-my… Poppy.”

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier… she was…

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

“My little Rumble…” She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. “… I missed you so… so much.”

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked… it didn’t do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could…

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when "Y… ye…?“

“You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

The lovers were… less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way… at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn’t Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn’t be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

“Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something… more.

“Honey?” Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was… well, she wasn’t satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. “You mind if I come in?”

“… just a second, dear.” Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

“…Teemo, what’s going on.” She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. “Did something happen and are you not telling me… just, what’s going on?”

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“No, it’s not that.” There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. “It’s… nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I’ll make it go away myself. Promise. You don’t have to worry.” He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

“You know I’m here too, right. Like… you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing alone. Really! Just because I didn’t get my horns cracked, or aren’t sucking Galio’s dick… I’m still your girlfriend, right?”

He blushed. Yes, she was… and there’s nothing in this world he’d trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost… no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love… and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

“Don’t, don’t say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah… I’ll… I’ll take your word.” She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. “Uh, while I’m getting ready… can you go and wash these? I’m having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn’t even know I had a sundress.”

“Of course, my darling.” He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone… by himself.. thinking. She shouldn’t worry, truly, this wouldn’t affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubus, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle’s child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana’s clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn’t lied to Tristana… much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn’t that he hated Poppy, although he wasn’t exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he’d quit. No, he didn’t hate them… he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was… thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was… he’d never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn’t seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn’t deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble… the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how…

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea… but well, he hadn’t gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he’d prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn’t get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was… nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative…

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use… anything else, I’m not gonna lie…” She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I can try a few tricks. Even though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you like this..” He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn’t lie… he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. “I think it’s about time we visit Poppy. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was… something inside of him, that he couldn’t quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago… it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang… Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be… oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was… odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn’t see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met… what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

“So… uh… real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I’ll be hanging out with Rumble while you two… do your business.” She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her… how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn’t seem like a lot but… hell, not her.

“Oh, no, I won’t be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you’d do well in getting her acquainted with the more…” He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. “…savory, parts of sex.”

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

“No one’s born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work.” He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. “Hungry?”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble’s guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but… maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn’t used to it… but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she’d find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy’s steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger… and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“My little sinner.” She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. “Dearest ally.” She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“N-nononono, it’s, it’s fine Poppy…” Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. “Uh… I… I have to go talk with… Veigar! Yes! I’ll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?” Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn’t in the walls before.

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“No, no you didn’t.. you’re just… you’re just… that hot.” He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn’t enough to take his eyes away. “W-wh-why aren’t you wearing clothes, Dear?”

“Because nothing fits me, I don’t know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I’m burning.” A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. “But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I… I don’t know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It’s weird! This is so good!”

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other’s lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

“Poppy!” The Incubus almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don’t you talk to Trist for a while? I think she’s has spent way too much time with a guy… maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?” With a devious smirk, he purred. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubus’ face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh, thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious… but this? This filled him with joy. “You know Rumble… I don’t want to be mean. I really don’t. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you.”

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“Rumble.” Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. “I’m your friend. and your best friend’s boyfriend. So heed my advice. You’re… well, you’re pathetic. If I didn’t know you were here beforehand, I might’ve sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don’t have enough stamina to satisfy her… I know that for a fact.” He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana’s boyfriend… he had to be trusted.

“But,” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

“Y-yeah?!” The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. “C'mon you’re a Devil but you can’t keep that away from me man… don’t tease…”

“That’s the spirit. You remember this?” Teemo reached for Rumble’s left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. “You know… Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like…” Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the ‘advice’. “I’m, I’m in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me…”

“For now.”

“… for now…” Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. “Yeah… for now…”

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus… a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy… the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She’d probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

“All of them?”

“She’s a Succubus, so I’d say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but… yeah. Go wild.”

“Fuck no, I’m not cheating on her, but… yeah, yeah! I’ll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I’m ready for this.” Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

“Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment.” He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

“…I thought that’s a boy’s only thing… wait, do you have one?”

“What? No… not a real one at least. You can buy these. They’re like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like… oh, hey Teemo! Where’s Rumble?”

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two forks. With a kiss on the succubus’ kiss and a smile to the Demon, he stabbed a piece. “Sorry honey. Was grabbing a bite for us.”

“Wait wasn’t that… Lulu’s? Did she allow this?” Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant… but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. Just have a bite.” Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cocky smirk. “Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now… I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let’s go. We can return the plate later.”

“Oh… uh… I thought we could catch up and–”

“Nah Nah, you know, I’m fine, she’s fine… I think that’s enough. Uh, I’ll be seein’ you two.” Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate…

“Did, did you do something? Did I say something?” Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

“Why would you think that? They’re just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?” A sweet, non-threatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

“Uh… no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don’t you have stuff to do as a scout too?”

“They barely notice me while I’m there. Might just think I’m that good.” He laughed, getting up and walking up to the door, left wide open by the two lovers. “But yes. I think you should.”

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn’t done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn…

One or two days passed without much difference, if anything, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn’t mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn’t have to walk funny the next day… though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the Fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t get anything to cover her! Damnation… at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it…

Clumsily, she grabbed a wrench, a hammer, and a screwdriver. Truth be told, she only really helped Rumble carry things in and out… that and get his life back together. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He made it look SO easy. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Po… ppy?”

Rumble pushed the door open, waving away the smoke that filled the air as he walked in. The whole warehouse was smoking like it was one massive furnace, along with the heat of one! Too worried to think that Poppy was, in fact, quite used to the heat these days… he rushed into the smoke blindly, yelling for her.

He was met with a wall, and giggles.

“No, no, honey! I’m sorry!” More laughing and those warm, thick arms that could melt even the most stalwart knight wrapped up around him. Still giggling, Poppy met his lips with hers, finally setting him down.

“I uh, I may have… done some things wrong. And set fire to a thing or two. But it’s over! It’s just, uh, full of smoke now.”

“Did you melt the, anything that wasn't scrapped?”

“What? No.”

“… how the hell did you make so much…” Rumble started to cough out loud, waving up more and more of the smoke. “… so much smoke…?”

“Are you okay…?”

“My lungs are already black enough, don’t worry…” Another coughing fit as the smoke was really starting to settle in, making his eyes watery and breathing harder with every inhale.

Just as he thought that maybe rushing inside a smoke-filled building without a plan was maybe not that great of an idea, he was lifted up. And kept being lifted up. If his lungs weren’t full of smoke, he might have asked what was going on, but the disgusting wheezing made it damn hard to do anything other than an attempt to not suffocate.

For a moment he felt his heart stop as he saw a blinding light. Oh fuck. Was he that much of a pussy? After being impaled by his own inventions multiple times, the electric shocks, that time Ziggs tossed a rock at his head… this was what took him down? Some smoke?

“Breathe deep.”

Her voice.

He did as he was told, and slowly managed to clear his view with time, he saw it. Her face, blocking out the sun. Even with that, her purple eyes glowed as vividly as they did in the dark of the night, a smile sharp as the harpoons he crafted for TRISTY… well, he’d need to think for a new acronym for it now. What was–

“Breathe.”

He was holding his breath. Letting it go, he finally completely understood just how starved for air he was, gasping and wheezing for air like someone that nearly drowned.

“Yes. Good boy.” She purred, lowering her head so their noses would touch.“

"Wh… are…” He looked around, the smoke below flowing up. “… are we flying?”

“Are we…? OH! Oh yes! I’m, I’m not actually sure how I managed to do that.”

Slowly they descended, and as Rumble managed to walk a small distance to give Poppy the comfort, he saw the… shapes?

They were wings, of course they were, but the thick smoke that formed them was always shifting as if pulled together and restrained by force instead of the graceful light that flowed like water with her every order. This? This was… disturbing.

“You look beautiful.”

She was covered in the marks of ash and sooth, molten steel clung to her shoulders like plating… deformed, broken, brittle plating. Even her pasty white horns had a new layer of grime each.

“I am most definitely not.” She said, before smirking. “You look fine for me, though.”

He was hunched, hands resting on his own knees for support as he tried to retch out whatever remained from the smoke. His fur was almost black, dusted up and dripping with sweat from the heat. It was horrible.

“Liar.” He smiled, and so did she.

It took them the rest of the day, but they finally stopped Rumble’s furnace from billowing smoke and cleaned most of the dust created by it. Rumble was much too tired to do much anything, but he didn’t want to look weak, not for his lover. As he laid down in his mattress, still barely able to be called clean, he smiled at Poppy.

“So, dear… you think you can go for a round before bed?” He spoke gently and hushed, barely able t keep his eyes open.

“Little Sinner…” She knelt beside the bed, caressing his ears as if he was a pet. “You need rest.”

“Yeah, and I know a good, comfy, warm place to rest in…” He smirked, trying to look confident despite his exhaustion.

“No, you’re not. Today you’re going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to see a doctor. For now? For now, you stay down… and I will keep my eyes on you.” She lowered herself to touch her forehead with him, smiling as she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment of feeling the one she loved so close. “Rest well, and wake up refreshed.” She wrapped one of her hands around his and kissed his lips. “Please.”

So he did.

Well, he tried to.

When he woke up he could feel the sore, dry throat and how heavy he was breathing, though the ground around him seemed clean. Poppy wasn’t there, but he could hear someone in the warehouse with him.

“Poppy…?” He asked, getting into a coughing fit with even this minimal strain. Yikes, he was weak.

He couldn’t be weak… not for Poppy. Not in front of Poppy.

Forcing himself up, spitting black goop as he tried to compose himself, walking out in the open of the wide warehouse. “Hello? Hooooney?”

The sunlight bathed the Succubus as she struggled with metal pieces, trying to twist and bend them into recognizable shapes. She was failing, but her strength made Rumble’s knees weak… that, and the lungs chock-full of smoke which were still barely working.

Lifting her ears like an excited dog as she heard Rumble call out for her and walk, the Demoness smiled. “Rumble! Do you feel better? I don’t want to mess up again… I uh, I can’t, I don’t think I can sleep even in this form so I just… decided to clean up the place while you were down. Are you hungry? Should we go eat something?”

“N-no.. don’t, don’t worry about it, I’m cool as a cucumber, hon.” He tried to stand upright and puff out his chest, but it just ended up with another coughing fit.

“… maybe you should go back to resting?”

“W-wha?! Nah, Nah, I’m alright. Let’s go. What were you planning on doing?”

“Well, first off, maybe a bath should be the priority.” She put down the bent pieces, walking up to her lover, cupping his cheeks on her hands. “It will help you. Promise.”

He nodded. “Yeah, bathing… It could be nice. Yeah.”

“I think Lulu’s plac–”

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s go there.”

“… you sound eager.”

“Oh, y' know, I just, I just really want to be clean again.”

“I’m glad. Your fur is prettier without all this..” She brushed his arm, trying to wipe some of the dust away. “Blue as the sky, soft as silk and white as snow…”

“Y-you’re flustering me, babe.”

“That only makes you cuter in my eyes, my little Sinner.”

They held hands as they went into the woods, Poppy’s hums filling the air with a joy Rumble could not completely describe. It was… good. It was good. It was really good.

“Uh, Poppy.”

“Yes, my Love?”

“You uh... wh-what are the sins again?”

She looked towards him, smiling. “Why do you want to know?”

“Uhm, just, curiosity. Y'know, now you’re a demon and all.”

“That… I don’t see how that affects anything?”

“Y'know, just so like… so I know, and stuff.”

“That isn’t a very clear answer.” Stopping dead on her tracks, she made Rumble face her, and very lightly and gently raised his chin so he was looking her dead in the eye. “Tell me, little Sinner… please.”

It would have been effective, could Rumble even speak when faced with such beauty. Even the frail display of dominance by Poppy already had him hard as the trunks surrounding them, a knot on his throat as he had no clue how to deal with this.

“… let’s just go bathe, then. You don’t need to know.”

Walking away, fingers slipping away from his chin as she stepped forward, Rumble dutifully following on her heels like an obedient dog. She didn’t want to admit it, but this feeling of power was… enticing. Poppy delighted herself knowing that every touch on Rumble’s skin stole his breath and made him desire her even further. It was too much power… but she tried to restrain herself, at least.

There were a few moths floating around, but nothing out of the ordinary. That is until Rumble started to take his shorts off. Rattling on his pockets.

"Why are you taking those off..?”

“I, uhm, w-wh..”

Poppy pointed at the manor behind them, a confused but friendly smile on her face. “Even if they aren’t home… do you want to risk it?”

“That’s… yeah, that’s true. But uh..”

“Really? I was kind of hoping you’d say yes, actually! But come on, get in!” Poppy laughed as she let herself fall in the water with arms spread while still facing Rumble, steam rising up as the heat of her body crashed against the cold, mostly still water.

“God frickin’…” In an impulse that he only realized was an idiotic move much too late, he jumped into the water, falling straight into Poppy’s arms. Though while she expected a kiss and maybe even fondling, she got a desperate Rumble patting his shorts and cursing under his breath. Letting him go, he soon made his way to the lake’s shore, pulling out a…

“Rumble? Since… since when do you smoke?”

“I, uh…”

Poppy crawled up to him, sitting beside him. “Rumble.”

“You’re… you’re a succubi and stuff… I thought… I thought maybe…”

“Succubus, it’s Succubus. And you must stop.”

“Wait, should I? Why?”

Poppy blinked a couple of times, confused, before frowning as Rumble made a face of confusion even more bewildered than her.

“Because it’ll kill you!”

“I mean yeah, but drugs and… isn’t that a Demon thing? Drugs?”

“Yes, but guess what, you’re not a Demon, I’ve barely had this job… uhm… new life. I’ve only had your dick! And truth be told I’m pretty sure that’s as much dick as I need. Guess what. If you die, I don’t get your dick anymore! I don’t know how souls work down there! I just make them repent before being murdered! I… did. Man, what a lame job. I loved it. B-but yeah, I have NO clue what happens down the line. Maybe you’ll go to Limbo and I’ll never be able to see you ever again! That is not good!”

She saw Rumble curling up in shame, almost tearing up. He was small. So small.

Picking him up on her lap, she purred, letting her warmth heat him up from the cold water. “Don’t worry, Little Sinner… I appreciate you trying. I do. I really do. But I would rather have you alive. Alive and well. That is all I ask, Sinner… Rumble… Love.”

Like a spell, Rumble calmed down, though he still seemed rather disappointed on himself.

“I just want to impress you.”

“You do that every day.”

Did he? He didn’t feel like he did. Working with junk and not giving enough attention and love to her, enough… everything. He wasn’t enough. He simply wasn’t.

“Sure.”

“No, no, I mean it! You try. And that’s the first step. You don’t need to sin. Though…” She bit his ear very softly, laughing at the surprised yelp he let out. “… you could be a little vainer. You look… well, I think I can fix that. Or at least start.”

Before Rumble could even ask what happened, he was already getting washed by his girlfriend, humming happily as she did her best to scrub away every inch of dust. “You’ll be fine, Love. You will be beautiful…”

“Hooooney, I’m home!” Tristana yelled, walking inside with a skip on her step, Boomer on a sling around her shoulder and sweat dripping down her forehead. “Teemo?”

She stopped in the middle of the living room, frowning. “Teemo…?”

He was home, she knew it, just… why wasn’t he answering?

She walked through the house and searched every room, growing more confused by the hour… until she saw it.

“Teemo since when have you been up there?”

With comically tiny bat wings, the Demon hovered almost glued to the ceiling, dozens of tiny notes glued to the ceiling much too far for Tristana to read it. “What the fuck, dude?”

The Incubus looked down, floating as gently as a feather in the wind all the way to the ground, where goat hooves tapped the floor. "What? I'm working."

"Flying isn't a scout thing." She crossed her arms, taking a good look at him. He was... different. Not much. But enough to unsettle her. His fur was luxurious, like silk, shiny. The fluff on his neck a blood red, puffy, like a Lion's mane. Even his horns were now white as a candle, glowing like there was a flame inside. He was beautiful.

And... beautiful wasn't a thing she expected for him.

"It isn't, no, but I'm still getting a paycheck, and I'm still working. It's just a side project. Don't worry about anything." He kissed the tip of her nose, speaking faster and faster. "I'm just thinking about some things. You know that Succubus? Yeah, I've been meaning to finally sit down with her and discuss some stuff. I know we tried to talk last time but I didn't say anything and--"

"Ok, ok. Look. Do that. I'll go to sleep. I'll be in bed." She purred, leaving Boomer on a counter as she walked to her room, falling on the bed.

And, to her annoyance, she slept without a disturbance.

It wasn't the fact she didn't wake up creampied, or naked, or even with hickeys painting her neck. He wasn't sleeping beside her. He wasn't even in the same room.

She bathed and dressed up, and still no sign of him. On the counter where she left Boomer, a note tied to the gun. 'Went to see those two, be back when you're off duty!'

A sigh.

Well, at least Gunner work would keep her mind distracted long enough...

"...so she said no?"

"Yeah. She doesn't want me smoking and stuff. I mean, neither do I, honestly..."

"Drugs and gambling aren't the only sins, you know."

"Not... really. I got, I got no clue. I mean I know fucking is, apparently. Killing others too? That seems reasonable? B-but I don't really want to kill anyone if I can choose."

"You're willing to kill for her?" Teemo smiled in disbelief. What a naive little moron...

"You don't even know, dude."

"No, but I'm starting to get an idea. Say. Sloth is a sin. Anger. Envy." He licked his lips with that word, body well aware of what the mind couldn't see. "Greed. Your pockets have been awfully light, haven't they? Pride... vanity. Be the man you want her groveling over."

"That.. sounds like cuckoldry."

"You don't know what the sins are, yet you know that...?"

".... well are those all of the sins? Being lazy, angry, envying stuff, wanting stuff and being cool?"

"Lust. There's also lust."

"Well I can't dick her all day, so I'll... I'll... thanks, man. I'll do my best for her."

"You get'em, tiger. I'll be here if you have any questions."

Rumble nodded and smiled, walking to Poppy with his chest puffed and arms ready to punch someone, but with every step, he lost a little more of his composure.

Poppy had found clothes, yes, and somehow she was prettier than ever. They were just outside of the Junkyard, while Poppy danced amongst the dead leaves and rusty soil, a dirty and ragged sundress, a faded yellow like the memory of good days long gone. The violet skin glistening in the sunlight and giving new life to those rags, making Rumble's heart flutter uncontrollably. She was good. Too good for him. And he'd never get over that fact.

"Uh, Po-Poppy, Teemo's..." He looked over his shoulder, as the Demon gave him a thumbs up. The Succubus slowly stopped spinning, looking over to Rumble with a smile, patient.

"Teemo's.. uh... leaving soon! And we should... uhm.. do... do something. Right?" He smiled nervously, placing his hands behind his back and grasping his wrists tightly. At that moment he had forgotten every word uttered by Teemo, and even his own, eyes and mind dedicated only to her.

"Like?" She blinked, unable to stand completely still, holding her dress' skirt with the tip of her fingers, swaying it back and forth like a maiden waiting for her partner's move in this dance.

"Uh... pfft, I.. hum..." He scratched his arms, looking at the trees above as if searching for an answer that wasn't there. "... do you... do you like that dress?"

"That's not a thing to do, no... and truth be told, it is rather enjoyable. I would keep it. But I do miss... I don't know, the weight. Oh! Wait! Rumble! Do you think we could make something for me?" She smiled, looking away with a cheeky grin. "Without almost burning your house down this time..."

"I w-was just about to suggest that!" He said with a relieved smile on his face.

"Good! Then it is decided, yes?" Tilting her body to the side and standing in one foot so she could lean further, she stared past Rumble, straight into the Demon standing a couple of feet behind them. "You can go home now! We're busy!... yep, there he goes!"

Standing still once again and pulling her dress out of her body with one swift motion, she bowed. "Well, to my... class, yes? I guess it's about time I sit down and learn after what I tried to put you through..." She purred, walking closer to him, slinging the dress over her shoulder. "... but I have to admit, you look cuter without rust clinging to your fur..."

"Don't, I don't trust that." He chuckled, his smile slowly dying down. "You... here... uh, we, we probably need something that isn't a bunch of rusty shit for your armor though, right?"

"Oh. No, no I do not, in fact, want to have rusty... things all over me." She clicked her tongue, looking to her dress. "... maaaybe clean this up too while we're at it."

"Don't worry, I can go and-

"Oh, no! I'll wash it myself. You're... you're too delicate. Would you like to watch?" Without waiting for a reply, Poppy turned around and went to the woods. She didn't need to utter a word to have him following her. To be desired was to sin, but honestly, that was the least important part of this all. The soul she was supposed to save clung to her so needy, and she couldn't let go of it even if she wanted... a memory of times that felt so long ago now, a small caricature of a human dressed up as a soldier... yes! That was Rumble! But she would not fit him for battle, she'd fit him as the most beautiful Sinner to ever walk the Earth, and when the time came, Hell. She wanted to be holding his leash. To have everyone see just what she could make. How smart her... ah, what was the word they used for those things? 'Dolls'? Yes... Rumble would be her doll.

Like an apprentice watching the Master work on their magnum opus, Rumble stood behind watching intently as Poppy scrubbed the dirt away with sharp, short nails, using the water to rinse it again and again until the faded yellow got just that tiny more faded.

Without missing a beat, she slid herself back on it, like it was a second skin. "Alright. Done and ready. Where will we get the materials?" She smiled, ignoring the holes and ragged appearance of the dress.

"Uhm... we could try..." Yeah that was the hard part, wasn't it? "... we could... uh... I guess... uh... OH! Ziggs! Ziggs should be willing to give us some!"

"Incredible! Then by all means my love... guide the way."

And so he did, and it wasn't until they were in front of the old airfield Rumble realized just how man heads Poppy must've turned. She was beautiful and that definitely factored in all that... but also, she did have massive protuding horns that apparently sprouted out of nowhere.

Yeah, that must've been weird.. oh well.

The door slowly opened, a concerned Ziggs staring at them both.

"So that's... Poppy?"

"Yes! Hello, Ziggs."

"..." He opened his mouth, thinking whether or not he should speak, but the curiosity got the best of him. "C-can you even fit through the door with those?"

"Hey, my Lady's big but not that big!" Rumble hissed, but Ziggs paid no heed, and Poppy just laughed.

"Honey he was talking about the horns."

"... riiiight."

"Well, are you two coming in?" Ziggs nodded towards the large hall where dozens of Yordles were hard at work, building engines and empty hulls of steel, materials, and tools standing all around as sparks flew and hammers stroke iron.

"Oh, this place could use a bit of tidying up..." Poppy mumbled, feeling her purple cheeks flushing red. It was a mess.

"Well, first comes building these trains... second thing, looks and aesthetic." Ziggs nodded, taking them into one of the small rooms already built on the warehouse, smiling as the other two sat down.

"So, what do you guys want? Heim ain't home and I don't care what he has to say."

"Well... uh... w-we wanted to build her some armor..."

Ziggs frowned. "Commission a blacksmith?"

There was an awkward moment of silence before it clicked. "Ah, right. Being poor. Right. Man, it's good to have funding..."

"Yeah, wish I knew that sensation." Rumble hissed once again, though he didn't exactly want to. It made him look cool though. At least, he hoped it did. That's what Teemo said, right? Being angry was one of the sins...

"How much do you think you both need? I got some ingots, there's probably enough oil around here to spare and sell and then some, leather, swage blocks, mandrel cones, spring swages, cutting chisels, punches... you name it."

"Oh, you, we don't, we don't have to pay for it?" Rumble leaned in his chair, somewhat annoyed but also relieved. He didn't have to bargain for it and thus couldn't show off to Poppy.. but it was free. "Yeah, that's... good. I'll, I'll just, take as much as we need, don't worry."

"I'd offer you two a spot here but... it's going to be a busy few weeks. Go do your business now. I should probably see how things are going on the engines." He nodded to Rumble, smiling. "Good luck bro. And you too, miss. I hope everything goes well with you two."

While they were both moving up the boxes with a cart that Ziggs had also graciously granted them, Rumble's mind stewed on what Teemo said. Though as he hoisted an extra box of high-quality steel, Poppy's hand stopped him.

"We have two already. I want armor, not a city."

"Well, yes but having more--"

"We will ask that nice friend of yours if need be." Her smile was confident, asserting dominance as she helped him place it down. "Now hop in. We have enough.. and an armor to build, yes?"

The sun was falling on the horizon as they approached the junkyard, a blood red dot in the distance standing just outside of their humble abandoned warehouse. Teemo waved as they came in, immediately pulling Rumble to the side as Poppy unloaded the boxes like they were feathers, letting the boys talk.

And if she knew what about, she'd weep.

"You're looking rather clean you know. What's keeping you from staining your hands?"

"Honestly man?.. her. Are you sure about that advice? Like it isn't just a thing you like?"

"Ask any demon and they'll tell you the same. What did you try to do?"

"... Steal a box and uh, be mean. I can't, I'm just not cut for being a bastard, I think..."

"That's because you're trying too hard. Maybe you should... yeah, I know just what you should do if that's the case. You're clearly not cut for being mean, so you know what you do? You own it. Be pathetic." He nodded, putting reassurance in Rumble's confused and meek mind. "Sit down. Gorge. Sleep. Sloth is the easiest sin to fall prey to for you mortals... and I'm sure gluttony follows on its tail, yes?"

"I don't have money to buy that food. And besides what, am I just to let her do everything?"

"You already are."

Rumble's cheeks and ears flushed red with rage, but Teemo was right. Poppy basically had done everything for him since she came along... wasn't he the man here? He was acting like a scarecrow! Sure had the appearance of one...

"So do it. Just lay down. She won't let you die... when you can give her so much pleasure just by being a sack of bones and skin. She'll love you unconditionally. Even if you can't show it." The Devil grinned, caressing Rumble's cheek. "Go. She seems done. I'll pass by tomorrow."

"T...thanks, bud." Rumble shook the Devil's hand, and went inside, taking a seat near the forge where he'd be 'overseeing' Poppy for the rest of the night, meanwhile Teemo gladly returned home, a shit-eating grin and a thirsty heart sated, for now.

And for days, it continued. Weeks. A month.

Teemo came in, the smile of a saint and the words of a snake drooling its sweet venom on Rumble's mind, clouding his judgment, but unable to stop his love of Poppy. Even as he sat on a chair and only got up to go to the bathroom, letting his fur grow and not allowing his Succubus to touch him despite so much teasing, he still guided her through every step as best as he could imagine.

At their home, Tristana waited every night for her Incubus to appear in the distance, only for them to exchange cold words and head to a chilled bed with no warmth passed between them.

Tristana was once again leaning against the window frame, eyes heavy and messy hair still reeking of sweat. She didn't forget to bathe... but she felt too tired. Not to blame the exercise... like her very core just wasn't into everything anymore. It was tiring just to think of it. It was more tiring to think about what was causing it.

"Hey honey."

"Hey..."

Tristana closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Deep breaths.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Teemo stopped on his tracks. That was... unexpected. "I, what?"

"Tonight. What are you doing?"

"Uhm. We usually sleep... I was heading to bed. Why?"

"..." Deep breaths. "... nothing, carry on ."

So he did.

And so she had to.

Rumble slept, hands over a pudgy belly that he had started to amass, though he didn't even eat that much trash. Even when he tried to be as unhealthy and lazy as he possibly could, Poppy still cared and treated him well as if he was her most precious treasure, and so he tried to return the favor by being the best teacher he could... ignoring the fact that he was not an armorsmith.

Poppy was finishing weaving her gorget, assembling link after link of chainmail like it was nothing. She was a natural. It would've made Rumble weep, had he not been too tired from the sudden shift of walking everywhere and pushing things several times his weight versus.. well, this.

"My Sinner?" She spoke caring like a mother, walking over to him... only to be greeted with snoring.

What had gotten into him?

Well, she could ask later. Clearly, he needed rest.

But... it didn't quite sit right with her, for some reason. It saddened her. Her little Sinner, Rumble... all broken up. A torn up doll. Yes, a doll... her doll.

Maybe there was a way to sew him up.

There had to be. But for now... she couldn't think of anything.

Back to her armor, then... at least it was something she enjoyed. She made each piece with Rumble in mind and loved every inch as much as she loved him.

And so it went.

No.

Not today.

Not this time.

Teemo walked in, wearing a beautifully tailored suit, made to fit him nearly to perfection. The few times Tristana actually got to see his eyes, they were sharper and... starving. The lustful slits that sought her every need now were vacuums, voids empty and shallow.

"Hello de--"

"Teemo."

Her tone was of unbridled rage, trying to be muffled by the tired soul she had become.

"Table. Now."

The coffee was cold, but Trist drank it anyway, staring at the table. She added too much sugar. It tasted horrible.

She stared at the bottom of the cup, trying to come up with words, while Teemo tapped the table with his nails, he didn't even look worried. He was bored.

"Teemo what happened."

"Mmm?"

"You don't, you're not a scout anymore."

"That's fine."

"Teemo when was the last time we kissed. I'm not even bringing up sex. Kissed. Smooched."

"... what?"

"Kissing, did you forget what Kissing is?"

"I'm wondering why that matters."

Deep bre-- nope. That wasn't gonna cut it.

"Teemo please don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

Tristana lowered her head, and cupped her face between her hands, groaning.

"What happened. Between us." She put her hands down on the table, trying to keep at least the semblance of composure. "Do you even remember my name?"

"Trist."

"Tristana."

"Ah, that's what I was missing... look, Trista--"

"Look what? Look what! I don't even care about the fact you've been squatting in my house for only Gods know how long, I care as to why the fuck you still pretend to care about me! Look at what happened! Look at me!" She looked even worse than the day Teemo arrived to look at her. Clearly, any progress she had made was long gone, bags under her eyes, unwashed clothes... it was a wonder she wasn't in bed reading something and eating whatever was lying around.

"Yeah, you look awful."

"No shit."

"Really."

"... since when are you so mean?"

"I'm just telling you the truth. I don't see what's wrong with it?"

"Yes, it hurts and it's your fault so I don't know why you feel entitled to remind me that yes, I do in fact look awful."

"Because it's true."

"Well, you know what else is true? You're acting like an asshole. A total twat. An unsurmountable shitstain. That's how all your relationships go? You stay nice and friendly for a bit then toss them aside and watch them suffer? Because I wouldn't put it past you. Not these days."

"Trist you know I love you." He got up. "And you're just making a fool of yourself here."

"No, I'm not. Since when do you wear ties? Why are you so cold all of a sudden? You don't even look like an, like an incubus anymore! You're like a fucking lawyer or some dumb shit!"

"Please."

"Please what, please kick you out so I can go back to looking for someone that actually deserves me? Teemo you forgot my name." She reached the boiling point. "No wonder you couldn't land a love past the first one..."

She stared deep in his eyes, frowning, too tired and annoyed to let the guilt of poking such an old wound settle.

He sat down.

"What do you want from me..?"

"A warm hug. Those sweet lies you whisper. Anything."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Why?"

"I have a better question, why are you still here for me? Clearly, you don't l--"

"I LOVE YOU!" He slammed his fist on the table, flames bursting out of his eyes as he was consumed by unbridled rage. "I- I love you! This is... t-this.."

"This what?" She leaned on the table, a defiant stare. "This.. relationship?"

"Those two..."

Oh, that threw her off.

"...Rumble and Poppy?"

"Why... why are they...

... why are they...

w...why..."

He was sobbing.

It was... a pathetic sight. The perfectly tailored suit started to smoke, his beautifully groomed fur dried up like a puddle in the desert.

Tristana sat down and waited for him to regain his composure. His shriveled up form was a sight to behold and try to forget as soon as one could, and the smell of burnt cloth did nothing to help.

"Why are they happy?"

" 'Cuz they love each other...?"

"B-but I love you. I love you. I love you and I'm unhappy." He didn't even let Tristana try and answer before he got up, walking around the living room and gesturing wildly with every word, rags clinging to his body. "Why am I not happy? Why is everyone down there unhappy, why are YOU unhappy and they are happy, huh? Rumble is an idiotic bastard! Poppy is an IMBECILE! She just fell and she still clings to those little angelic things, the prude bitch! They laugh and cuddle and, and we do those things too, so, so why are they... why are they like that? W-why should they be allowed to continue? Huh? Tell me! TELL ME!"

"... wait, no, what?" Tristana was trying to keep herself from shaking his shoulders and slapping him for a reality check, but really that would only worsen everything. Besides, deep down, seeing him being so dramatic was... fun. Oh, she was an awful person, wasn't she?

Time to redeem herself, she thought. "Ok, what's making you sad? Come, come here. Just. Tell me. What's getting to you?"

His breathing was shallow, and molten rocks dripped from his eyes, disappearing before they could hit the floor. "They."

"You're jealous, I got that, I mean what about them makes you jealous."

"They... th-they're always so... so close to each other." He tried not to sob, but it was impossible to hold back. "Th- the, he... he's... she takes him everywhere... he praises her... th-they do everything with each other... they're eating together... walking together... wo-working together... wh-what do I have? What is in this for us? We are beasts of lust and yet she... she finds a way... I.. I..."

"Romance."

"Wh..a?"

"You're annoyed they go on dates and stuff? That's it?"

"... dat.. dates, yes... I..."

"Simple question. Does the fact they don't just fuck all the time and still manage to smile every day, is that the thing that hurts you?"

".. yes, I, I could say so..."

"Honey." She stuck a hand forward and Teemo touched hers. His was cold as the ice. But she held it tightly. "If that's what you want. If that's what you wanted. You could've just told me."

He pulled his hand away slowly, shaking, unable to even look at her after this tantrum. "But... but will it be... it-it... how do I know you're the one..."

"Wait, what's this now?"

"... he was her first love. M-my first love is in heaven now. Hers is... hers would do anything f-for her."

"Look, I'm not saying I'd worship you like a cultist, but I'm pretty sure the range of things I wouldn't do for you? Pretty fucking slim."

They stood in silence, but Tristana's frown turned into a smirk. A malicious, devious, evil grin. "Say."

He still couldn't look up, but he uttered a sound to let Tristana know he was listening.

"You're angry about their romance, right? And the fact..." She got up, walking around the table towards him, and hugging him tightly. She was freezing, but Angels and Devils, she had just the plan to heat him up. "... that it went so smoothly."

"Yes... I.."

"Teemo? Tomorrow I'm buying us wine. I'm buying some food. We're going on a date."

"Are we?"

"Yeah. No fucking all the way there, no coming home as soon as you nut... just us, enjoying the life around us and ourselves. Got it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. I guess."

"Good.. now... I know just who has wine. They should be open right now. Give me... like, an hour or two, and I'll be back. Don't wait up." She kissed his forehead and ran away into the dark of the night barefoot, nothing but a hoodie and ill-fitting pants to protect her from the night.

Hopefully, Lulu and Vei weren't busy.

"Sorry, he's doing what?"

Ziggs leaned on his chair, mouth agape as he tried to think as to why he'd be acting this way. "Rumble isn't in the mood to... walk?"

"Yeah. And now Teemo isn't coming around anymore, so all he has to talk with is me... I do always enjoy chatting with him, but... ah, I think it drains him to always see the same face. Do you think you could visit?" Poppy smiled as sweetly as she could, tilting her head to the side like a puppy. "Please?"

"I wish I could. I really wish. But with Heim stuck with those uppity Pilties..." Ziggs ran his hands through his head, pulling his fluffy ears back and letting them bounce back to place. It helped him relax. "Well, I guess we can... uhm, well, you. I guess you can... I'd say stroke his ego but it sounds like I have more of an ego than him at this point and I'm a potato."

He groaned, staring at the ceiling and playing with the buttons in his outfit while thinking. Poppy couldn't do much except stare at him, mystical eyes almost burning through him.

"Oh! I got it! You can make stuff!"

"Well, we were working on an armor--"

"Yeah, yeah! Get him up, have him, how far are you guys on making it?"

"We were to finish the plating today."

"Good, get him up and have him do anything and, yeah. Just. Just praise him. Give him an injection of self-respect... ough to clear his mind."

"But wha--"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"Ah, shit-" Ziggs got up with a jump, staring at the door. "You uh, go back to Rumble... I need to fix some shit, I wouldn't stick around." Ziggs bolted out of the door, and Poppy followed suit, a disappointed sigh as the night enveloped her outside.

Even at the wee hours of the morning, she still could not find a good time to come for Ziggs' advice. He was a good soul, and cared for his brother... but they had so little time. Poppy had enough of confused and disgusted stares, no matter how much she fixed the tattered dress, unbeknownst to her that massive horns menacingly pointed at anyone in front of her like a bull, paired with her unmatched size and royal manner of speech and attitude... the combination scared all around her.

Veiled by the night and walking with a step light as the breeze that blew in the cool night, the Succubus made her way up the hill, boots of leather stitched threefold and fixed again and again. Her whole outfit was jury-rigged, imperfect, yet it was hers. And it fit her well enough.

The doors to the warehouse creaked as she forced them open, a smile on her face. Today her armor would be finished. Today Rumble would walk again. Today? Today Rumble would be her apprentice, and she would be the Master once again.

"My dear!" She bellowed, sliding out of her dress like water and oil. "Get up!" Her voice was a command heralded by a King, and her confident pose was enough to make the half-asleep Yordle scramble to get up, dusting food crumbles off him.

Oh, he looked utterly pathetic.

She walked to him slowly, lifting him up by his arms until they were staring face to face. "My little Sinner... I won't let you sit idly anymore."

"W-wait, you don't... enjoy this?"

Poppy's confident smiled turned into a very confused frown. "Enjoy... what? Seeing you wallow in your own filth and self-pity as you chow down slop?"

"... y-yeah?"

"Why would I, my poor boy?

"... Teemo told me you'd like it..."

Her confusion soon turned into anger, but she gently let him down onto the floor. "Well. We will talk to him about what... this means. For now. Oh, my dear love..." She brushed his cheeks clean with her hands, unable to keep herself from trying to fix his appearance despite the mild discomfort it caused. "... sorry, we, we will finish our armor, yes? Show me my dear... how skilled you are."

Rumble didn't move, and yet she patiently waited. He stared down on the floor, thoughtful, eyes closed as he tried to gather up the courage for the harsh truth...

"I'm not a blacksmith."

"Pardon?"

"I-I'm not. I don't know how to make armor. I've just been blindly talking shit out of my ass and hoping it'd look nice enough for you not to notice... I... I'm... I'm sor--"

"Rumble!" She laughed with pure, unbridled joy. " Rumble! Why should I care? If anything, it just makes your work even more impressive! Blind you have guided me through it all while tainting your body and weakening yourself... you are a powerful creature, with a heart full of love and confusion... and oh, my dear Rumble... what wouldn't I trade to make you see it. But for now. For now, my body will do its best to be the model that your armor deserves." She purred, caressing his cheeks with fingers soft as silk. "Come on. Let us finish this."

And so they did.

The night became day as the hammer met steel over and over again, the armor was pieced together bit by bit until Poppy had a full suit. It was nothing short of impressive, considering neither of them was used to making armor, but it served its purpose well, at least at a glance.

And so Rumble laid it down, chainmail clinking as it hit the ground. "There it is. I'm, I'm... ah shit." He looked around, feeling his cheeks start getting red. "Wher... fuck, fuck, where did we put the helmet? Fuck fuck fuck..." Poppy's hand landed on his shoulder, a reassuring smile killing any amount of doubt or anger about the little mistake they did.

"I will see your face better, then. That is all I hear." She chuckled, slipping into the armor with ease, her bare skin heating up the steel rings with naught a touch. It felt uncomfortable, but it also felt familiar. It felt...

...wrong?

Poppy couldn't bring herself to admit it, but it felt... less than spectacular. Rumble stared at her with confused eyes, though she couldn't tell why. Was it her face?

The smoke hit her face and enveloped her, but she didn't fight it. It was sudden, but she didn't care. The heat clawed at her skin, molten metal dripping from her arms and down her legs, tearing at the somewhat fresh skin that she had, revealing the magma-like interior of Poppy's body. Her muscles tensed up, and she spread her arms wide, letting the pain flow and fade while her body did... whatever it was doing.

From outside it wasn't much better. All Rumble could see, well... was nothing. Poppy was completely hidden in this cloud of smoke, and all he could see was the iron dripping. He sat and... waited. What else could he do? He hated this feeling of impotence but... he really just was this useless.

The smoke whirlwind finally settled down, the Succubus donning what could only be seen as a disgusting mockery of the armorsmith's trade, what little 'armor' she wore covering only the most prude parts of her body, leaving a very obvious hole between her legs and presumably, a little further behind too. A pentagram of chainmail over her belly and on her back made to near perfection except for a few stray rings which soon fell with a mere movement. Her gorget, thick enough to stop even an axe from cutting through, now a remarkable collar... with a neat little flower in the middle. Charred iron surrounded by copper in the shape of a flower, burning hot enough to look a pure red.

Behind her, wings black as the night and just as suffocating. The disgusting smoke that blackened lungs and destroyed throats clung to the marks of wings once real and smothered the scars left behind at the moment she fell, wounds not felt in the moment of terrible agony. She looked deviant, immoral, a complete and utter perversion of everything that a Holy Knight was supposed to be...

... and yet neither of the fools could keep their smile hidden.

"My Rumble."

"M-my..."

"Poppy." She purred, short yet extremely sharp claws snapped the collar around her throat, and she took a long, hard look at it. "I am your Poppy. And you... oh, my little Rumble... just as you own me..."

He didn't flinch or move his eyes as she wrapped the collar around his neck, despite the smell of burnt fur that came as it settled, the iron never quite cool enough to lose its color, yet never quite hot enough to harm him.

"You look so beautiful like that. Do I? This is your creation. I am so proud of you Rumble... but are you of yourself? Your hands made these. I perfected it. And I couldn't have done it without you..." She purred, caressing his cheeks softly. "My little Rumble..."

He was completely wordless, eyes wide staring straight forward, hands shaking. He could barely believe this was happening, let alone that she could look so graceful and sweet despite the lewdness of her outfit. He couldn't hide anything. His emotions, erection, expression... plain for Poppy to see, and delight herself in how she affected him.

Leaning past him, all the way to his ear, nipping it softly... he was still completely frozen.

"Speak, my..."

"... p-pet?" Her words melted him, and he spoke without thinking, but instead of weirded out... she only seemed more delighted, looking at him with the fire of galaxies burning on her eyes, cocked eyebrows and a smirk that one gave looking at a fine plate of dinner.

"That fits you so much better... don't you think? Such a smart little..." She seemed to let the word slide of her tongue as one would with a fine piece of chocolate, melting in their mouth so they could delight themselves with the taste. "... pet."

"Y-yes. Tha-thank you." He was surprised his heart hadn't jumped out of his throat already, letting her hands guide him to the wall, pinning him there as she dropped to her knees...

And the morning went on, the humming of birds muffling the cries and whimpers of a delighted Yordle being drained of everything he had to give.

And he gave every inch of himself with pleasure.

"How's the wine?"

This was their fourth date this week, and while Teemo didn't exactly seem to have been restored to his former glory... he sure looked better.

His fur was a deep orange instead of the luxurious red, and the unsated lust on his eyes seemed to have gone away. But despite all that, in the clearing they found, everything was... soothing.

"I'm not sure." He spoke, staring at his glass with a melancholic tone.

"Come on. Drink it. You can indulge. Hell, I know I am." She said, pouring yet another full glass for herself. "Promise."

His cup was empty in seconds, and a low purr could be heard. It made Tristana feel a little better. "You're recovering fine. I'm..."

"Don't be. I know what you're gonna say... it's, it's fine. And uhm, I, I love you."

She nodded, the hint of a smile forming on her lips. "And I love you."

They shared a moment of silence, staring into the blue skies above as the wind blew past them, warming their drinks and cooling their skin. It was a nice moment... but as Teemo placed his hand on top of Tristana's, and she clasped it, they realized how much better it was doing this...

... Together.

Teemo had his eyes closed, head resting on Tristana's lap as she caressed his neck fluff and head, humming and occasionally singing the lyrics of many a Bandle song. His breathing and low growls and purrs so soft she could feel the sounds caressing her.

Tristana fell silent as she stared into the sunset, hand breezing past the cup and to the wine bottle, taking a swig. She had three chances before and she completely ignored them. He was quiet, comfortable, she was happy and half-drunk... now or, well, the fifth date.

"Teemo." Oh, Lords above it was happening. "I.. what if..." She breathed in deep. "What if..."

"... We got married?" "... We got married?"

They stared at each other for a moment, before both of them broke into laughter, making the Yordle spill some of her drink on the sheets they used to sit on.

"No, n-no, but, that's... uhm. Not like... Yordle marriage..." Tristana's pure laughter turned into a nervous chuckle before it finally died out.

"I want to bind us."

"... sorry, what?" Teemo sat up, looking at Tristana confused.

"You know... my soul... yours..."

She could see his fur crackling as it was drained of color, a terrified look on his face. "B-but... what? No, no, Tristana, are, do you know what happens down there? The killing? The torture? The bureaucracy? Oh Gods no no no, my love, please--"

"Hey, hey! I know. I got all that. I consulted. I made sure. It's all clean." The breeze blew her hair, and she smiled, confident. "It's ok. I know what will happen. You will own me... I'll kind of have some control over you too... it's fine. I got that."

"Trist, did--"

"Yeah, THAT part too." She nodded, taking yet another swig. She could feel her cheeks flushing red.

They stood in silence. Teemo stared at her while she looked at the sunset, chuckling at her own thoughts.

"... would you really go that far?"

"Maybe... not today." Taking a deep breath, she finished the bottle, clutching it between her crossed legs. "I feel like... I don't know, say some goodbyes, finish some stuff. Just to be sure nothing gets in the way, you know."

"I don't want to force you. Please."

"The only person forcing someone else here is me. At myself. Possibly you too." She sighed. "I'm not gonna be like her. I'm sticking with you through everything that comes. This is to make sure."

"What if you regret it?"

She chuckled, falling headfirst into his lap, a surprise to him. "Shit man. That's my problem. Right now I love you. Right now I might be making the worst mistake of my life. Right now it feels like the best decision I'll ever make."

It took him a moment, but he embraced her, closing his eyes as the sun went down.

Well, fifth date it is.

They came home laughing and chuckling, Tristana resting her arm on his shoulder like a stool.

Their bed was ready, comfy for their sleep.

Neither of them could, and they knew the other was awake.

"Hon."

"Yeah?"

Teemo shuffled to the side, hugging her. "I... I want to do something before us... y' know."

"Yeah?"

"Those... two." It was clear he still held a grudge, but he didn't curse them. That was an improvement.

"Mhm?"

"I should... you know..." It took him some time to finish, but he finally did after some groaning and thinking. "... Apologize."

"You should."

"I should."

"And I'm proud you recognize that." She purred, kissing his head and caressing his brittle fur until she finally fell asleep.

He did, too.

The Morning came, and Tristana could feel his warm cheek against her chest, heating her up on this cold morning, blankets somewhere on the floor.

"Rise and shine." She purred, smooching his nose, being greeted with a nose rub and a kiss on the lips.

"Dear?" Oh, she could feel it grinding against her.

"Yes?" She purred, knowing just what he was about to ask.

"... n-no, I'm, I'm sorry." He turned away, but she wrapped her arms to his chest, pulling him back slowly.

"Don't be. Really. Come on, you can tell... you're a sex demon. It's fine."

He grumbled for a bit, before finally giving in. "I would like to fuck you like we used to."

"You know we didn't have to stop. I appreciate you trying and all but... I reeeally enjoy getting fucked into exhaustion. The dates and dinners are just to make the dicking that much better. Otherwise, it gets stale. You dig? Can't live off candy, otherwise sooner or later sugar will taste worse than raw cabbages."

"... 'dig'?"

"You get it?"

"Ah... yes. That... that makes sense." He smiled, kissing her lips ever so softly. "No wonder your kind was always my favorite."

"And I'm about to remind you of why."

Heated kisses soon turned into an excited Incubus laying on bed, a horny Gunner riding him with a delighted expression on her face, warm hands groping and squeezing her breasts as they traded lovingly teasing insults, spending the whole morning making up for every day that went without either of them expending all that pent up sexual energy, and by the end of it even Teemo couldn't claim to have been spared from exhaustion... but he looked as good as the day he first came, and she could feel the teeth marks around her shoulders, neck, thighs.. everywhere was just completely littered with needle-like points, making her skin purple.

Oh, she couldn't be prouder.

"Time out?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna.. gonna bathe."

"Yeah. Good one."

They giggled, and their morning routine was back to what it was... except for the fact that they spent all of the day fucking each other dry, and it was almost night now.

While Trist bathed, Teemo transformed into the scout Bandle City recognized him as, shorts and hat, even his backpack with maps of random places in Runeterra.

"Where are we heading?" She smiled, hanging her towel up to dry while looking for some going out clothes.

"I told you I need to apologize."

"Oh, you... oh! That's really sweet, you know."

"Heh. Yeah."

Dressed up like a Gunner, she held his hand as they walked out of the door, into the dark paths that the night hid with its shroud.

"So, what are you planning on saying?"

"I don't know. I don't even know who to say sorry to."

"I mean... both of them, right?"

"I guess? I was only a dick to him though. Maybe I can avoid her...?"

"Teemo. Come on." She stared at him with tired eyes, tired of his hate for Poppy... and physically tired. Getting fucked until you could hardly feel your legs took its toll.

"Yeah Teemo, come on."

Both of them froze on the spot as they heard the voice behind, purring as strong, purple arms wrapped around them. And they burned...

"I think you have some explaining to do."

"Pop...py?"

The Succubus towered above both of them, giggling. "Aren't you attentive. Oh and, dear?" She looked at Tristana. "You can go."

"Wow, yeah, just..." As Poppy lifted her arm to let the normal Yordle go, Trist turned around to get a good look at the Succubus' body. "... you look different."

"I do! My boyfriend made this. Thank you for noticing." She turned her attention to Teemo, who was still wordless. "You wanted to make sure he wouldn't, however."

"Hey, Pops... no, actually that sounds weird. Poppy. He, we were going up there to-"

"To? Keep talking to Rumble about how little he matters? How bad his work is? Teemo... Envy is only good to inflict upon others. Do you know what isn't? Anger. And you might imagine I am stricken with a terrible case of rage at this moment. You would be correct."

"Look yeah you are but--"

"Let him speak for himself. Well?"

"... yes, I'm sorry. For what did. Those things." He spoke as if a heavy weight was squeezing him, and while one would think Poppy's strong arms would be the reason... letting go of such a thick grudge against Poppy... "I am. I really am."

"I want to believe you, Teemo." She sighed.

And let go of him.

"So I will. Just don't talk to Rumble again, yes? That would be rude... oh, ah! Actually, talk to me for a bit. You see I love this but he also made a really great armor piece that was... you know... actual armor? And you hide your horns but mine are just so... in the way... ah, could you help me? Real help."

Teemo glanced at Trist, her stare begging him to just be... well, be nice.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. Let's go. Uh, Trist, this will take a while." Teemo turned around to stare at Poppy, sighing. Why did her armor and horns have to be so intricate? "Don't, uh, don't wait up."

"Yeah. Yeah, I won't. I just gotta see something with the... uh... wine... maker. Yeah. Totally. Just gimme a while, I'll be long asleep by the time you get home. Love you! Bye Poppy!"

Trist ran off into the woods, giggling as she realized that things were coming around. And once she was far away, her giggling turned into a silent walk through a path of moths guiding her deeper into the forest. The wind blowing harder, making chills crawl up her spine.

Lulu was knitting something with needles that looked like twigs, whistling a happy tune as with the same ball of wool, a dull grey, she managed to knit beautiful patterns unseen by the people of Bandle of varied colors, too many to list. And she was happy.

"Hey Trist!" She spoke without looking up in the cheeriest tone she could, mumbling her song while trying to think of her next words, as if doing both at once was possible. "Sorry, busy! Talk to Vei."

"I'm not... I'm not sure this is a comfy topic for him."

"It is. He's been trying to find a good way ever since you brought it up." Finally, Lulu stared up, only to give a reassuring smile and nod as Pix showed up in the door, ready to be Trist's guide. "Go on. It's fine."

"... I feel like I should be soooo wasted for this."

"I got some purple and pink if you need to relax."

"No, actually... uh, I was talking about normal drugs but, yeah, I think...

... well, maybe a little 'pink' wouldn't hurt."

Veigar looked up from a yordle-sized doll, built to perfection to look exactly as he did, several stitches created on the leather and covering the fur. His claws thick with coagulated blood, presumably from the organs, meat and bones stuck inside the doll for the utmost realistic incisions and stabs.

"Hey Vei." A surprisingly relaxed Tristana walked in, taking a deep whiff. "Reeks of iron. What you doing?"

"You know what." He sighed, crossing his arms. His veil was down, showing all the horrible disfigurations from his torture. At least he could claim to have learned something in the Immortal Bastion... though the best ways to slice someone and keep them alive? Well, it wasn't exactly... useful. "It's probably going to be painful. I mean. I tried it all. Even the romantic kind. Shoved my hand riiight up.." He caressed the doll's chest, brushing fur aside for a very bloodied spot, the stitches barely holding up. "... here. You'd feel him ripping it out. Not fun."

"Dope. Dope."

"..." He took a deep sigh, trying not to let his anger show. "Did you take something Lulu offered?"

"Look, man, killing yourself is bad enough, letting the man you love to kill you feels way worse. I just want to pretend I can't feel bad for a while." She smiled, not a hint of pain on her voice. Pink really did wonders.

"That is fair, but still... annoying. At least hide that smile." He growled, using his claws to point out each and every incision, explaining the horrible pain or sense of dread that would be accompanied by even attempting any of them in gruesome detail, most of the wich she thankfully forgot due to the dust that Lulu offered her.

"... so that's it. You'll be in pain." He nodded solemnly, putting his hands behind his back. "I am sorry."

"No no, it's... fine." She stared at his claws, then at the body doll thing. "... wait, did you, did..."

"Mmm?" Veigar squinted, walking closer.

Tristana removed her top and showed off the nibble marks left on her breasts. They were still purple, clearly a few puncture wounds from one or two teeth... but then again, these seemed to have been left by a thousand needles.

"So... care to explain what I'm staring at?"

"Yeah. Teeth." She giggled, slipping back on the comfy top. "Teeth! You haven't tried biting him. OH. OH MAN!" Tristana was about to hug Veigar, before remembering who Veigar was... and what he'd been through. Instead, she just nodded eagerly, though he extended a hand forward.

"For good luck. I'll be praying he won't miss."

"He won't. He won't! Veigar thank you so much!" She shook his hand with vigor, laughing gleefully as she ran home through the forest.

Veigar walked downstairs soon after, sitting near his lover, placing a hand on top of her thigh.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"For?" She leaned into him, resting her head atop his shoulder. closing her eyes as she blindly let her hands guide her craft.

"Not being as loving as them. Touching. Caring."

"Shhh." Lulu wrapped the long piece of wool around his neck, dropping her needles and using her hands instead to rub her hands against his arms. They were the limbs least touched by the lashes, brands, and slices of a tyrant... though even when clothed, and though they were mostly whole... he still shivered and winced at a touch. Even hers.

"You're perfect as you are, and I would not trade you for every tale in any world. Be the ice that cools my burning soul. Be the rough texture that grinds me into shape. Every splinter of care you show me... oh, Veigar, when would you ever show anyone else? I do not need much from you." Lulu leaned up to kiss his cheek... or well, what was left of it on this side. "For everything you do is just enough. And that's all I would ever ask of you."

"... Yes."

He took off his hat, placing it atop her head before laying down on her lap. All he could see was her face, covered in the shadows of a dark night yet still so beautiful and gleeful it practically radiated its own light. Not even the stars would be imbecilic enough to dare disturb this moment.

Only she could bring him this kind of peace.

Oh, only her.

Tristana lied.

She waited up.

The pink dust that Lulu gave her... what, hours ago now? Was gone and done for good. All she had was time in her hands.

Time to wait.

Heh.

It felt... funny. Waiting for her own death to come at the hands of her lover. Boyfriend.

Her pistol seemed so tempting right now.

That would fuck up everything, though.

She still played with the idea, humming as she fondled the gun, a simple six-shooter. It had a lot of kick. She probably couldn't survive a shot.

Probably.

Ugh.

That was the worst part of it all. The most terrifying one.

How long would it take?

She didn't want to writhe in pain, and at least in her head, Teemo wouldn't enjoy the sight of her gasping and retching as she slowly bled out.

Ah, but she'd follow through. She had--

No, no, she hadn't. She could just call it quits here. But she felt ready. She loved him enough. She wanted to.

So she would.

There was still the question where she hadn't really said that many goodbyes... maybe even those were unnecessary. But it still felt nice. A comforting thought in the nightmarish realm of 'what if it doesn't work and I die'... then again she would probably have a straight ticket to hell at this point.

The seconds ticked by, each moment a horrible sense of dread overtaking her. How little time she had left, playing with a gun, thinking about death. How dumb. How dumb! She wouldn't straight up die. There was an afterlife, at least. She'd be bound to him. She'd have a new... ish body. How fucked up was that? A whole new body.

Thankfully, in the middle of a discussion about buckshot or a single slug for suicide, Teemo walked in. His step was silent as the tension around them, and yet his presence was just as strong.

He knew what she was thinking.

"... Hey, Teemo."

"Love."

He still wasn't used to the words even after so many dates, kisses, and Angels only knew the hours they spent fucking each other to near death... or the closest thing Teemo had to 'dying'. Funny. Now she'd be dying.

Oh Lords above, he would be killing her.

He sat on the bed with her, and for a few minutes, they cuddled. The sky was a deep blue outside, the sun just barely rising in the horizon. Birds chirped. A new day dawned.

"I'm ready." She whispered, putting the gun away on a nightstand.

"Yes, yes I... I know. I just need a moment."

"That's fine. That's fine." She nodded, slowly letting go of him, laying on the bed like Veigar's doll. Displaying her body for him to end this, and start a new life. Even though it felt like neither of them was truly ready, neither of them had the want to make it stop. They wanted to go through it.

Teemo climbed on top of her, caressing her cheek with one hand, the other very gently touching her shoulder. He was warmer than ever.

"It's fine." She smiled, and so he leaned down, giving her lips the longest, and yet also the lightest of kisses yet. His fingers caressed her throat, and his eyes darted down to stare at it.

He started to lean down an--

"Wait! Wait. I- I want my last words to be something cool. Like, like... Bandle Gunners rule, or I regret nothing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, y-you can go... just be.. just be a little slower?"

"That's ok. I can do that."

So he was. His breath almost seared the skin on her neck, but the pain didn't stop her from saying her final words.

"I love you Teemo."

She didn't feel anything but the prickle of a thousand needles, as she did many times before, and yet soon she didn't feel anything period.

He stood there, a good chunk of her neck between his teeth, blood gushing like water from the wound. She looked so calm.

He didn't panic, but relief overwhelmed him as he felt the cold touch of something.

He let go of the piece of meat between his teeth, sitting up straight and laughing at the ceiling as the sun started to bathe the room.

"Oh, I love you... I love you Tristana!"

Distant sounds of cavaquinhos and guitars playing, drums being beat and tambourines playing in a chaotic harmony that filled the night. A dark, dark path leading to a black warehouse, light practically oozing from the windows, getting louder and more overwhelming with every step. There was no wind, and everything was calm.

His hand guided her, and they laughed.

The front doors, massive. The music felt like it would destroy her eardrums, yet she couldn't get enough of it. He giggled, a laughing red streak of gold flowing through the dark.

A small door, fit for them.

Oh man.

What a party Rumble had made.

In the weeks that Trist and Teemo were away, Rumble had earned more money and Poppy more renown than what could be possibly imagined. Their business was going surprisingly smooth, and so much so, look at the party he had thrown!

A band played on top of a scrapped Piltovian train wagon, all dressed up like birds and to few clothes. Massive fake feathers of multiple colors adorned their backs and crowns of smaller, just as colorful furs and more feathers, while they wore barely anything else other than a skirt or shorts. And they danced, and yelled, and beat their drums, and danced.

Around them, witches, doctors, pirates, robots. The warehouse was packed! One Yordle dressed up as a beautiful princess, laughing as his friends stared at him crossdressing. Oh, she missed Bandle.

"Trist!" A random woman screamed with joy. Oh, not so random. It was one of her Gunner pals dressed up in a frog onesie, though honestly, it had been a while since she saw any of them... "You look... uh, wow! What a costume... is that why you were away for so long? Spent all those weeks crafting this?" She smiled and kept blabbering on about their costumes.

"Yeah! We spent all this time working on these costumes. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I need to see Rumble.. uh, give Daisy a hi for me, seriously I'm busy, sorry."

Speeding through the crowd all the way to the practically hidden stairs that led upstairs, to grating catwalks and a few pieces of furniture. A couch, a wardrobe, freezer, dresser... and on the couch, on a beautifully tailored suit that even Teemo was surprised by, Rumble.

"T-Triaaah?" Rumble shot up, blinking a couple of times. She was...

Well.

Different.

To start with the obvious, her fangs were barely able to fit inside her own mouth. Her eyes, once a light brown, now as brightly yellow as Teemo's. Hovering barely an inch or two above her hair, two rocks shaped like tiny rocks...

And she was pink.

Her outfit was less jarring but still bizarre, as her pants, spiked belt, and boots made to stomp maggots were rather... violent. Her top covered a surprising amount, considering Teemo was literally only wearing a loincloth that barely did its work on covering his cock, and her neck was adorned with a beautiful silk scarf. Spiked combat gloves, with claws made of the same materials as her horns.

She was a demon... or at least, not a Yordle anymore.

"You... look great?" He spoke, trying to understand what happened for her to have become... that. And wondering if just maybe, Poppy had something in mind like that for him too.

"Yeah! I dig this new look. Uh, I can, I can still be blue right Teemo?" She smiled awkwardly, only now realizing maybe that was an important question.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. You'll still look like them. But you're better." He purred, and they both giggled.

"Good! Uh, you, you guys came to see Poppy too?"

"No, I came to see you, dumbass. I spend almost a month knocked out cold and you think I come to a party just to see your girlfriend?" She laughed, hugging him tightly. Oh, Lords, even her body was warm... just like Poppy's.

Sitting down on a couch to play catch up with Rumble, Teemo stared into the other side of the warehouse, where Poppy talked and a group of other important looking Yordles was all listening intently. It wouldn't hurt to see how she was doing.

Leaving his lover and the dork behind, he made his way to the group. Ziggs was buzzed off his ass and probably had a few other substances within him too. Amidst the aristocrats and priests, Lulu and Veigar. She was wearing a bizarre outfit, a clear see-through skirt over floral pattern shorts, and a sleeveless red shirt that looked like plastic and knowing her style... probably was.

Veigar was literally wearing the same outfit he always wore, but with lavender, indigo and nightshades adorning his hat's brim.

Poppy was standing on top of a Hammer that, realistically, should be heavy enough to make the catwalk fall and take them all with it. But she moved, expressed herself and laughed on top of the Hammer's thick, much too big head like it was nothing.

Her skin a light blue as light as the one she was before, those devilish horns replaced by beautiful pigtails... at least, in this form. And her armor. She was a bulwark, heavily reinforced thrice the amount someone would need. All done by her hand, too, as Tristana's intricate gauntlets and hard boots could attest to.

"... so I came in, and the cavalry poured forward. The poor man, oh, I will never forget that poor human! Wounded and weak, he begged for salvation, and it came in the form of a righteous blow! From yours truly. For you see when I fought with them, I was hailed as Hero... and, I don't like being egotistical or anything, but..." Flashing a smile sharp as a dagger she purred her answer. "Oh, I do think I deserved that title more than anyone else on this world."

The crowd cheered in awe and respect to the warrior in front of them, none the wise she was naught but a devil in disguise. Unlike him, who wore his colors, quite literally in plain sight.

Glancing to the side, she bowed respectfully. "Ah, I'd love to entertain you further but... I have other friends. Come back in a bit. Oh, and bring me more wine. Mhm." Gracefully sitting down with her legs crossed, something one would think impossible to do with the amount of steel, padded cloth and chainmail that composed her armor, Poppy leaned back against the Hammer's shaft.

"Someone's enjoying the new life."

"What can I say? I make them happy and they come back wanting more. I don't think this is evil." She chuckled, bitting her lips. "Oh! This is a bit evil though. Look there." She pointed at where Rumble and Tristana were sat, and so Teemo stared at them. Taking a small remote control from Ziggs' pockets while he was busy trying to even stand up straight, Poppy smiled.. and flicked on a switch.

"So I was therrrrrrrrr..." Rumble gripped the couch tightly, eyes open wide with surprise as his pants started shaking, to the bewilderment of Tristana. "Juh... just a... mo-moment.. ah.. go... ah..." And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. "So... sorry.. oh.. f-fuck.."

"... what the fuck, man?"

"Po-Poppy's idea..." He mumbled, thankfully the next part being muffled by the loud music coming from below. "... and mine too."

"What, to put a cat on your dick?"

"... that might've been safer." He chuckled, breathing in deep as he looked inside his pockets for the small device attached to some of his most sensitive areas. As small as a finger, with a button attached to it. As soon as he pressed it, it vibrated, hard enough that it almost fell out of his grasp before he shut it down.

"Rumble."

"Yes?"

"I want fifty."

"Hah, yeah... uh, w-we're thinking about doing something with these for everyone. It might be fun. Mighnnnn!" He crossed his legs, bitting his lips as hard as he could to muffle his moans, almost orgasming on the spot from yet another burst of pleasure.

Left out of breath, he listened to Tristana going wild over the lewd possibilities that came with it. And while they talked, Poppy bobbed her head left to right, listening to Teemo.

"... so yeah, you should maybe do like us."

"Yeah but I like him as a Yordle."

"Tristana can still look like a Yordle."

"Teemo. Honey." She smirked, dreamily looking at her Yordle. "I would burn this city down before I let anything happen to him. He's mine. If he dies, I will walk to hell and slay anything on my path until I can take him in my sweet embrace... what fun we'll have then. But he stays alive for now. What's the fun in not tiring yourself? Well... your partner." She chuckled, putting the switch down. "I'm glad for you two, though."

"Thanks. I... get it. I just hope you two have more fun like that. Well..." He stared at the guests that came up to listen to Poppy again, clearly having had their fill of drinks and food. "... you seem busy. See you later?"

"You're always welcome, and so is she. Well now!" She yelled, getting up in a hop. "Are you all ready for the tale of how I laid then slain a Drake as big as this place? It was magical! Come now..." She laughed out loud, the guests laughing along like rats following a piper.

"Hey, Trist." Teemo purred, extending a hand to her while Rumble tried to fix his clothes and wipe away the pre-cum stains from his pants. "I think I'd like to make a scene or two. Want to come?"

"Gee, eager to be the center of attention are we?"

"No. I just want to show everyone how I'm the luckiest devil in Hell."

"Sure she won't get jelly with us stealing the spotlight down there?"

"There's enough attention for us four. Come on." He purred and guided her downstairs. And the Party continued, and so did their lives, and they could not be happier with how things turned out.

They were all creatures of sin, loud, eccentric, shameless and disgusting.

And they all loved each other like no other.

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drabbles-n-stuff · 5 years

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No.

Not today.

Not this time.

"Hello de--"

"Teemo."

Her tone was of unbridled rage, trying to be muffled by the tired soul she had become.

"Table. Now."

The coffe was cold, but Trist drank it anyway, staring at the table. She added too much sugar. It tasted horrible.

She stared at the bottom of the cup, trying to come up with words, while Teemo tapped the table with his nails, he didn't even look worried. He was bored.

"Teemo what happened."

"Mmm?"

"You don't, you're not a scout anymore."

"That's fine."

"Teemo when was the last time we kissed. I'm not even bringing up sex. Kissed. Smooched."

"... what?"

"Kissing, did you forget what Kissing is?"

"I'm wondering why that matters."

Deep bre-- nope. That wasn't gonna cut it.

"Teemo please don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

Tristana lowered her head, and cupped her face, groaning.

"What happened. Between me." She put her hands down on the table, trying to keep at least the semblance of composure. "Do you even remember my name?"

"Trist."

"Tristana."

"Ah, that's what I was missing... look, Trista--"

"Look what? Look what! I don't even care about the fact you've been squatting in my house for only Gods know how long, I care as to why the fuck you still pretend to care about me! Look at what happened! Look at me!" She looked even worse than the day Teemo arrived to look at her. Clearly any progress she had made was long gone, bags under her eyes, unwashed clothes... it was a wonder she wasn't in bed reading something and eating whatever was lying around.

"Yeah you look awful."

"No shit."

"Really."

"... since when are you so mean?"

"I'm just telling you the truth. I don't see what's wrong with it?"

"Yes, it hurts and it's your fault so I don't know why you feel entitled to remind me that yes, I do in fact look awful."

"Because it's true."

"Well you know what else is true? You're acting like an asshole. A total twat. An unsurmountable shitstain. That's how all your relationships go? You stay nice and friendly for a bit then toss them aside and watch them suffer? Because I wouldn't put it past you. Not these days."

"Trist you know I love you." He got up. "And you're just making a fool of yourself here."

"No, I'm not. Since when do you wear ties? Why are you so cold all of the sudden? You don't even look like an, like an incubus anymore! You're like a fucking lawyer or some dumb shit!"

"Please."

"Please what, please kick you out so I can go back to looking for someone that actually deserves me? Teemo you forgot my name." She reached boiling point. "No wonder you couldn't land a love past the first one..."

She stared deep in his eyes, frowning, too tired and annoyed to let the guilt of poking such an old wound settle.

He sat down.

"What do you want from me..?"

"A warm hug. Those sweet lies you whisper. Anything."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Why?"

"I have a better question, why are you still here for me? Clearly you don't l--"

"I LOVE YOU!" He slammed his fist on the table, flames bursting out of his eyes as he was consumed by unbridled rage. "I- I love you! This is... t-this.."

"This what?" She leaned on the table, a defiant stare. "This.. relationship?"

"Those two..."

Oh, that threw her off.

"...Rumble and Poppy?"

"Why... why are they...

... why are they...

w...why..."

He was sobbing.

It was... a pathetic sight. The perfectly tailored suit started to smoke, his beautifull groomed fur dried up like a puddle in the desert.

Tristana sat down, and waited for him to regain his composure. His shriveled up form was a sight to behold and try to forget as soon as one could, and the smell of burnt cloth did nothing to help.

"Why are they happy?"

" 'Cuz they love each other...?"

"B-but I love you. I love you. I love you and I'm unhappy." He didn't even let Tristana try and answer before he got up, walking around the living room and gesturing wildly with every word, rags clinging to his body. "Why am I not happy? Why is everyone down there unhappy, why are YOU unhappy and they are happy, huh? Rumble is pathetic! Poppy is an IMBECILE! She just fell and she still clings to those little angelic things, the prude bitch! They laugh and cuddle and, and we do those things too, so, so why are they... why are they like that? W-why should they be allowed to continue? Huh? Tell me! TELL ME!'

Time to redeem herself, she thought. "Ok, what's making you sad? Come, come here. Just. Tell me. What's getting to you?"

His breathing was shallow, and molten rocks dripped from his eyes, disappearing before they could hit the floor. "They."

"You're jealous, I got that, I mean what about them makes you jealous."

"Romance."

"Wh..a?"

"You're annoyed they go on dates and stuff? That's it?"

"... dat.. dates, yes.. I..."

"Simple question. Does the fact they don't just fuck all the time and still manage to smile every day, is that the thing that hurts you?"

".. yes, I, I could say so..."

"Honey." She stuck a hand forward and Teemo touched hers. His was cold as the ice. But she held it tightly. "If that's what you want. If that's what you wanted. You could've just told me."

He pulled his hand away slowly, shaking, unable to even look at her after this tantrum. "But... but will it be... it-it... how do I know you're the one..."

"Wait, what's this now?"

"... he was her first love. M-my first love is in heaven now. Hers is... hers would do anything f-for her."

"Look, I'm not saying I'd worship you like a cultist, but I'm pretty sure the range of things I wouldn't do for you? Pretty fucking slim."

They stood in silence, but Tristana's frown turned into a smirk. A malicious, devious, evil grin. "Say."

He still couldn't look up, but he uttered a sound to let Tristana know he was listening.

"Yes... I.."

"Teemo? Tomorrow I'm buying us wine. I'm buying some food. We're going on a date."

"Are we?"

"Yeah. No fucking all the way there, no coming home as soon as you nut... just us, enjoying the life around us and ourselves. Got it?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do. I guess."

Hopefully Lulu and Vei weren't busy.

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drabbles-n-stuff · 5 years

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The Incubus looked down, floating as gently as a feather in the wind all the way to the ground, where goat hooves tapped the floor. "What? I'm working."

And... beautiful wasn't a thing she expected for him.

"It isn't, no, but I'm still getting a paycheck, and I'm still working. It's just a side project. Don't worry about anything." He kissed the tip of her nose, speaking faster and faster. "I'm just thinking about some things. You know that Succubus? Yeah I've been meaning to finally sit down with her and discuss some stuff. I know we tried to talk last time but I didn't say anything and--"

"Ok, ok. Look. Do that. I'll go sleep. I'll be in bed." She purred, leaving Boomer on a counter as she walked to her room, falling on the bed.

And, to her annoyance, she slept without a disturbance.

It wasn't the fact she didn't wake up creampied, or naked, or even with hickeys painting her neck. He wasn't sleeping beside her. He wasn't even in the same room.

She bathed and dressed up, and still no sign of him. On the counter she left Boomer, a note tied to it. 'Went to see those two, be back when you're off duty!'

A sigh.

Well, at least Gunner work would keep her mind distracted long enough...

"...so she said no?"

"Yeah. She doesn't want me smoking and stuff. I mean, neither do I, honestly..."

"Drugs and gambling aren't the only sin, you know."

"Not... really. I got, I got no clue. I mean I know fucking is, apparently. Killing others too? That seems reasonable? B-but I don't really want to kill anyone if I can choose."

"You're willing to kill for her?" Teemo smiled in disbelief. What a naive little moron...

"You don't even know, dude."

"No, but I'm starting to get an idea. Say. Sloth is a sin. Anger. Envy." He licked his lips with that word, body concious of what the mind couldn't see. "Greed. Your pockets have been awfully light, haven't they? Pride... vanity. Be the man you want her grovleing over."

"That.. sounds like cuckoldry."

"You don't know what the sins are, yet you know that...?"

".... well are those all of the sins? Sloth, angry, envying stuff, wanting stuff and being cool?"

"Lust. There's also lust."

"Well I can't dick her all day, so I'll... I'll... thanks, man. I'll do my best for her."

"You get'em, tiger."

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A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

“M-my… Poppy.”

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when "Y… ye…?“

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

"Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

Eh, she’d find something.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

“Poppy!” The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi’s face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“But.” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like…” Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the ‘advice’. “I’m, I’m in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me…”

“For now.”

“… for now…” Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. “Yeah… for now…”

“All of them?”

“She’s a Succubus, so I’d say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but… yeah. Go wild.”

“Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment.” He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

“…I thought that’s a boy’s only thing… wait, do you have one?”

“What? No… not a real one at least. You can buy these. They’re like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like… oh, hey Teemo! Where’s Rumble?”

“Wait wasn’t that… Lulu’s? Did she allow this?” Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant… but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. Just have a bite.” Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cock smirk. “Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now… I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let’s go. We can return the plate later.”

“Oh… uh… I thought we could catch up and–”

“Nah nah, you know, I’m fine, she’s fine… I think that’s enough. Uh, I’ll be seein’ you two.” Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate…

“Did, did you do something? Did I say something?” Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

“Why would you think that? They’re just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?” A sweet, nonthreatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

“Uh… no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don’t you have stuff to do as a scout too?”

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn’t help but feel embarassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn’t done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn…

One or two days passed without much difference, if anthing, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn’t mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn’t have to walk funny the next day… though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t get anything to cover her! Damnation… at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it…

Clumsily, she grabbed a wrench, a hammer and a screwdiver. Truth be told, she only really helped Rumble carry things in and out… that and get his life back together. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He made it look SO easy. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Po… ppy?”

He was met with a wall, and giggles.

“No, no, honey! I’m sorry!” More laughing, and those warm, thick arms that could melt even the most stalwart knight wrapped up around him. Still giggling, Poppy met his lips with hers, finaly setting him down.

“I uh, I may have… done some things wrong. And set fire to a thing or two. But it’s over! It’s just, uh, full of smoke now.”

“Did you melt the, anything that wasn’t scrap?”

“What? No.”

“… how the hell did you make so much…” Rumble started to cough out loud, waving up more and more of the smoke. “… so much smoke…?”

“Are you okay…?”

“My lungs are already black enough, don’t worry…” Another coughing fit as the smoke was really starting to settle in, making his eyes watery and breathing harder with every inhale.

“Breathe deep.”

Her voice.

“Breathe.”

He was holding his breath. Letting it go, he finally completely understood just how starved for air he was, gasping and wheezing for air like someone that nearly drowned.

“Yes. Good boy.” She purred, lowering her head so their noses would touch.“

"Wh… are…” He looked around, the smoke below flowing up. “… are we flying?”

“Are we…? OH! Oh yes! I’m, I’m not actually sure how I managed to do that.”

Slowly they descended, and as Rumble managed to walk a small distance to give Poppy the comfort, he saw the… shapes?

They were wings, of course they were, but the thick smoke that formed them were always shifting, as if pulled together and restrained instead of the graceful light that flowed like water with her every order. This? This was… disturbing.

“You look beautiful.”

She was covered in the marks of ash and sooth, molten steel clung to her shoulders like plating… deformed, broken, brittle plating. Even her pasty white horns had a new layer of grime each.

“I am most definitely not.” She said, before smirking. “You look fine for me, though.”

“Liar.” He smiled, and so did she.

It took them the rest of the day, but they finally stopped Rumble’s furnace from bellowing smke, and cleaned most of the dust created by it. Rumble was much too tired to do much anything, but he didn’t want to look weak, not for his lover. As he laid down in his matress, still barely able to be called clean, he smiled at Poppy.

“So, dear… you think you can go for a round before bed?” He spoke gently and hushed, barely able t keep his eyes open.

“Little Sinner…” She knelt besides the bed, caressing his ears as if he was a pet. “You need rest.”

“Yeah, and I know a good, comfy, warm place to rest in…” He smirked, trying to look confident despite his exhaustion.

“No you’re not. Today you’re going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to see a doctor. For now? For now you stay down… and I will keep my eyes on you.” She lowered herself to touch her forehead with him, smiling as she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment of feeling the one she loved so close. “Rest well, and wake up refreshed.” She wrapped one of her hands around his, and kissed his lips. “Please.”

So he did.

Well, he tried to.

“Poppy…?” He asked, getting into a coughing fit with even this minimal strain. Yikes, he was weak.

He couldn’t be weak… not for Poppy. Not in front of Poppy.

Forcing himself up, spitting black goop as he tried to compose himself, walking out in the open of the wide warehouse. “Hello? Hooooney?”

The sunlight bathed the Succubus as she struggled with metal pieces, trying to twist and bend them into recognizeable shapes. She was failing, but her strenght made Rumble’s knees weak… that, and the lungs chock-full of smoke wich were still barely working.

“N-no.. don’t, don’t worry about it, I’m cool as a cucumber, hon.” He tried to stand upright and puff out his chest, but it just ended up with another coughing fit.

“… maybe you should go back to resting?”

“W-wha?! Nah, nah, I’m alright. Let’s go. What were you planning on doing?”

“Well, first off, maybe a bath should be priority.” She put down the bent pieces, walking up to her lover, cupping his cheeks on her hands. “It will help you. Promise.”

He nodded. “Yeah, bathing… could be nice. Yeah.”

“I think Lulu’s plac–”

“Yeah! Yeah let’s go there.”

“… you sound eager.”

“Oh, y'know, I just, I just really want to be clean again.”

“I’m glad. Your fur is prettier without all this..” She brushed his arm, trying to wipe some of the dust away. “Blue as the sky, soft as silk and white as snow…”

“Y-you’re flustering me babe.”

“That only makes you cuter in my eyes, my little Sinner.”

They held hands as they went into the woods, Poppy’s hums filling the air with a joy Rumble could not completely describe. It was… good. It was good. It was really good.

“Uh, Poppy.”

“Yes, my Love?”

“You uh.. wh-what are the sins again?”

She looked towards him, smiling. “Why do you want to know?”

“Uhm, just, curiosity. Y'know, now you’re a demon and all.”

“That… I don’t see how that affects anything?”

“Y'know, just so like… so I know, and stuff.”

“… let’s just go bathe, then. You don’t need to know.”

There were a few moths floating around, but nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until Rumble started to take his shorts off. Rattling on his pockets.

"Why are you taking those off..?"

"I, uhm, w-wh.."

Poppy pointed at the manor behind them, a confused but friendly smile on her face. "Even if they aren't home... do you want to risk it?"

"That's... yeah, that's true. But uh.."

"Really? I was kind of hoping you'd say yes. But come on, get in!" Poppy laughed as she let herself fall in the water with arms spread while still facing Rumble, steam rising up as the heat of her body crashed against the cold, mostly still water.

"God frickin'..." In an impulse that he only realized was an idiotic move much too late, he jumped into the water, falling straight into Poppy's arms. Though while she expected a kiss and maybe even fondling, she got a desperate Rumble patting his shorts and cursing under his breath. Letting him go, he soon made his way to the lake's shore, pulling out a...

"Rumble? Since... since when do you smoke?"

"I, uh..."

Poppy crawled up to him, sitting beside him. "Rumble."

"You're... you're a succubi and stuff... I thought... I thought maybe..."

"Succubus, it's Succubus. And you must stop."

"Wait, should I? Why?"

Poppy blinked a couple of times, confused, before frowning as Rumble made a face of confusion even more bewildered than her.

"Because it'll kill you!"

"I mean yeah, but drugs and... isn't that a Demon thing? Drugs?"

"Yes, but guess what, you're not a Demon, I've barely had this job... uhm... new life. I've only had your dick! And truth be told I'm pretty sure that's as much dick as I need. Guess what. If you die, I don't get your dick anymore! I don't know how souls work! I just make them repent before being murdered! I... did. Man, what a lame job. I loved it. B-but yeah, I have NO clue what happens down the line. Maybe you'll go to Limbo and I'll never be able to see you ever again! That is not good!"

She saw Rumble curling up in shame, almost tearing up. He was small. So small.

Picking him up on her lap, she purred, letting her warmth heat him up from the cold water. "Don't worry, Little Sinner... I appreciate you trying. I do. I really do. But I would rather have you alive. Alive and well. That is all I ask, Sinner... Rumble... Love."

Like a spell, Rumble calmed down, though he still seemed rather disappointed on himself.

"I just want to impress you."

"You do that every day."

Did he? He didn't feel like he did. Working with junk and not giving enough attention and love to her, enough... everything. He wasn't enough. He simply wasn't.

"Sure."

"No, no, I mean it! You try. And that's the first step. You don't need to sin. Though..." She bit his ear very softly, laughing at the surprised yelp he let out. "... you could be a little vainer. You look... well, I think I can fix that. Or at least start."

Before Rumble could even ask what happened, he was already getting washed by his girlfriend, humming happily as she did her best to scrub away every inch of dust. "You'll be fine, Love. You will be beautiful..."

"Hooooney, I'm home!" Tristana yelled, walking inside with a skip on her step, Boomer on a sling around her shoulder and sweat dripping down her forehead. "Teemo?"

She stopped in the middle of the living room, frowning. "Teemo...?"

He was home, she knew it, just... why wasn't he answering?

She walked through the house and searched every room, growing more confused by the hour... until she saw it.

"Teemo since when have you been up there?"

With comically tiny bat wings, the Demon hovered almost glued to the ceiling, dozens of tiny notes glued to the ceiling much too far for Tristana to read it. "What the fuck, dude?"

(Teemo is much too busy writing about ways to ruin Poppy and Rumble's life, have him be cocky and way too confident but also extremely happy BUT ALSO ignorant of Tristana's needs...not to a beeg level yet but y'know. have him want to set up a date with rumpops. have rumble doubt himself and Teemo prey on it and tell him to take it lighter but try to show off. he continually visits rumble and Trist is just annoyed and weirded out by the fact they don't fuck but if teeto fucked rumble he'd be on a weelchair by now since homeboy is a fucking wuss. poppy treats Rumble like her pet and tries to learn smithing with him (and she smiths her armor wich is for her yordle form wich melts into the bikini armor for succubi dress, like teemo's short and loincloth). maybe they go ask ziggs for real supplies and Rumble wants to act tough and bully Ziggs but ends up looking like a dork, and though Ziggs forgives him, still manages to make all the workers cringe. poppy is fine with it but confused. have rumble give up and be slothful lazy af and also take greed to the max by sitting on a pile of gold and also gluttony by only eating trash. while that's happening teemo is finding more and more ways to make absolute sure they fail and poppy goes away. trist finally corners him and he says "WE DEMONS DON'T HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE ONE! SHE CAN'T DO THIS! WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING" and Tristana is absolutely heartbroken but manages to keep her cool enough to retort with "RIGHT HERE DIPSHIT ALL THIS TIME" and while rumble cries his heart out telling his insecurities to Poppy she sheds a light in everything he's done for her and how well he's been treating her, while tristeemo go "alright, we're still fucking like rabbits. but. if you want to be happy. dates. nights out. partying. maybe even days without sex. we can still be kinky freaks without fucking 24/7 and making that the only part of our relationship. we can be happy. and we can be disgusting freaks." and again it ends with trist and teemo holding hands as they date while the sun falls in one of Bandle's hills, wine and all sorts of delights set up for them to eat, while Poppy puts on a strap-on and shows off what Trist tried to teach her to Rumble >:3c BIG THING BIG THING BIG THING:REMEMBER TO SAY THAT TEEMO'S BIG BREAKING POINT OF WHERE HE FALLS TO ENVY / HURT PRIDE IS THE FACT THAT POPPY AND RUMBLE ARE ACTUAL LOVERS WHEREAS TRISTEEMO ARE BASICALLY FRINDS WITH BENEFITS. TRIST IS BEWILDERED BY THAT BUT UNDERSTANDS HIS CONFUSION AND OFFERS HIM THE LOVE AND AFFECTION HE CRAVES BETWEEN THE FUCKING SESSIONS.)

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A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

“M-my… Poppy.”

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when "Y… ye…?“

"You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.