#league of legends yasuo x reader

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Yasuo NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): its very important for him that you spend some time simply relaxing after both of you are done, preferably with a long warm bath where he'll help you wash up and maybe even doze off while the water is still warm

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): its cheesy but he loves your eyes , he wants you staring straight at him no matter what, will stop everything if you break eye contact with him, it's one single order, you can follow that much right?

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves tasting himself on your lips

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely enjoys sloppy drunk sex when you are both slightly tipsy and your heads hazy , he is also definitely rougher with you in those moments, looser with his tongue as well , slurring filthy whispers in your ear and the next day pretending he forgot about them even if the mischievious glint in his eyes tells you otherwise

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a decent amount of experience but won’t really brag about it

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes having you on his lap, either facing him or with your back to his chest, leaving his hands free to roam over every inch of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): wants you both to be relaxed during these sort of moments, might tease you about him not doing a good enough job distracting you if you can still laugh but from the way his eyes light up you can tell he genuinely enjoys your laughter and how comfortable you are around him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): might trim once in a while but is generally forgetful about such things

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is very passionate, holds your hands, kisses all over your body ,calls you soft nicknames , definitely a charmer when he wants to be

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i can see him as being into mutual masturbation, watching each other, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as he works himself closer and closer to his orgasm, finishing right as his name tumbles from your lips along with your own orgasm, its almost romantic

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): pretty vanilla

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): a private room with a comfortable bed, has definitely learned to not be picky as long as you have privacy, always makes sure the door is locked though

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): a relaxing night where you two just sit comfortably, not having to worry about the world for a few hours ,just talking and sharing a drink or two, the way banter flows between you two, how as the night progresses you both get closer and closer, he can’t help but wonder how the night will end for the both of you and when you finally make the move and kiss, your fate is sealed

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurt you, having sex leaves you both in a very vulnerable position so he would hate having that trust broken by hurting you even accidentally, he treats you like porcelain, like fine china

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): i know this man likes having you ride his face, he wants you to grind against his tongue, scoffs if you try to hover over him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): he is all about lazier more relaxed and slow sex, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against you while sighing against your hair, might stop midway and have you simply cockwarm him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan of them, is so often on the road for missions so he just wants to be able to relax around you and take his time, lazy sex is important to him

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is willing to listen to you and try out things if you ask, but its mostly for your pleasure because at this point of his life he has figured out what he likes and it falls in the more vanilla side of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he knows exactly how to properly pace himself, usually goes for one long round with a lot of foreplay and switching up positions in between though

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): a big fan of them, really big on giving you pleasure so anything that will intensify that, he is more than happy to use, would probably enjoy one of the buttplugs with tails

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he will drag his fingers over you, feather light until you beg for him to touch you properly, he’ll chuckle about using your words to tell him exactly what you need and only then give you what you so desperately need

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is surprisingly loud in the throes of pleasure when he is comfortable with someone, he also tends to chuckle as he gets close, breathlessly laughing, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he hisses through his teeth and groans

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being a fan of mirror sex and body worship, having you in front of a mirror as he whispers praise in your ear having you look at yourself as he uses his fingers, describing exactly and explicitly what he is doing to you, how your body reacts, praising your beauty

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average in general but slightly on the longer side with a slight curve to the side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): very in control of his needs but he does have wandering eyes, you usually can't tell because he is quick to avert his gaze unless he wants to get caught by you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): its very important for him that you fall asleep together, he needs to know you are safe in his arms, he holds you close until he is sure you are asleep then he tucks you in and slowly turns to sleep on his side

#yasuo #yasuo smut #yasuo x reader #yasuo league of legends #league of legends smut #league of legends x reader #league of legends #.writing

[puffcap-factory]

Echoes of Silent Respite

(Yone x reader)

Part 2 of "Unspoken Whispers of the Heart"

Yone x reader; angst, some fluff, but still angst. 

There’s also Yasuo near the end but he’s more of a cameo. …or maybe not? 

(( Yasuo's part here! ))

Words: 2.3k

Notes: 

This story is the continuation of the previous one, set a few months (or years?) after the reader met Yone, being the azakana hunter. I decided to make this second part more from Yone’s side of perspective. Also, any unsaid details in the story are left for the reader’s interpretation. 

I kinda felt bad for Yone smh I decided to make this fic hehe.

I hope you enjoy! :D

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No rest. No sleep. There is no time.

Yone trudged through the forest, panting, the weight of exhaustion evident in each step. The silent winds of the woodland breeze seemed to offer a gentle caress to his cheek as he walked, as if trying to soothe his weary soul. 

Many azakana had been running rampant throughout the lands since the war, feasting on any living being who harbored darkness inside their heart, consuming their soul and mind. He had slayed them one by one, yet more of them still seemed to manifest themselves deep in the shadows, multiplying themselves to no end.

He had no idea when this would come to an end - or if it would end at all. Let alone the quest on finding the name of the azakana that had attached itself to his face. He had been learning other azakana’s names, slaying them day by day, while hoping to learn about what he had become in the process. 

To free himself of this burden. Yone’s own determination to do that was enough to keep himself going.

But nevertheless, he’d have to admit, this responsibility of his did take a toll on his body and mind. Weariness and doubt – of when this would cease to an end – had crept into him from time to time. Especially like on this very night.

For what purpose am I given another chance to walk this land again, even after death? These thoughts did wander sometimes, as he tried to stay resolute to keep the azakana at bay.

He looked towards the forest clearing as he wandered aimlessly. A hint of orange glimmered on the horizon below the cliff, signaling the approaching sunrise. Taking a deep breath, he made his way towards the nearest opening. The dim light caused him to wince a bit, but amidst the woods, he spotted a small wooden shack just outside the forest’s edge. 

A wooden shack by a cliff, just right outside the forest clearings… 

The familiarity of the place tugged at his memory, though he couldn’t quite place it. He had wandered across the land so much that smaller details began to blur altogether.

In any case, he wished to admire the sunrise, just for today, quietly, he thought. 

He was about to walk towards the cliff when suddenly, he felt a presence that seemed to have occupied the place in front of him. Ready to retreat back into the shadows, a cat suddenly jumped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. It meowed and purred, circling and rubbing its body against his feet, seemingly fond of him.

Yone instantly recognized the creature at his feet. The white cat with sakura-colored patches of the fur, with green-colored eyes that shone like twin emeralds in the dim light, was indeed the one that had been in the dojo from back in the days. Though the cat had seemingly aged, its sense of familiarity toward him had not changed.

He was just about to crouch down to pet the old feline friend when another figure appeared in front of him, blocking his view of the sunrise.

The figure in front of him was about to unsheathe what seemed to be a dagger, its sheath kept on the left hip, but immediately relaxed their shoulders as that person took a better look at him. 

It was you. 

“We meet again, friendly stranger,” you said with a smile, your sudden warmth creeping into him, much like the sunrise that was starting to emerge out from the horizon.

He was not sure what to do at this moment, as he stood still, holding his ground. He was pretty sure he had decided that he did not want to interfere further in your life, but honestly… he had been restless. 

A fragile figure of yours, yet, had somehow decided on keeping a dagger on your side. The kind healer who had been supporting the dojo, and him. He wondered when you had picked up the way of the blade to defend yourself, as he knew for sure your ability allows you to heal pretty much anything but yourself. He had always thought that he would be the one to protect you, if a certain tragedy had not happened.

War had changed people too much.

He was standing still when the cat decided to leap back to you, purring as it circled around your feet.

“You know, she shows affection only to certain people,” you said with a tender smile as you crouched to the ground to pet the cat. “And… I think she certainly hasn’t forgotten a certain someone’s smell.”

Did you know? Yone did not dare to ask.

“Come,” you finally stood up and extended your hand towards him. “The view is nice during sunrise. You certainly wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Your warmth seeped into him and he felt as though he were ready to surrender himself to you, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warm light. And this time, he was indeed tired. Very tired. He had been wearing the mask for too long, that he was starting to forget the face beneath it, that had longed for a certain warmth.

After a moment of hesitation, Yone took your gentle hand, and you led him outside the forest. As soon as the sunlight bathed him, waves of nostalgic memory fragments hit him hard. This place did truly hold memories back from the past, as he could see the remains of the dojo not too far from the cliff. A place where he and the students would train. A place where he and you would train, albeit casually. It was a flood of bittersweet recollections, reminding him of who he used to be before the weight of the world's burdens settled on his shoulders.

You led him near a bench under the tree, just beside the shack. The abandoned structure, once filled with items for training, now appeared run-down, some parts reduced into broken logs and piles of dust. He sat on the bench, an action that had become very much foreign to him. You took a seat on his left – not too far, but not too close, while gently letting go of his hand. He kept his gaze down at his hands, still feeling the lingering warmth on his palm as the cat suddenly climbed onto his lap and curled itself up. He couldn’t help but pet it gently.

“I had put a camp near here when a dream brought me to this place. It was calling me here, and I was just as curious to find out what,” you said as you stared into the horizon as the sunlight started shining through the land. “I didn’t realize I was near the dojo until I climbed up here.” You paused, letting the nostalgic view seep into you. “...Then, I found Nora inside the shack, I thought she was the one who needed company!” You laughed lightly and glanced at the cat, who was now resting comfortably on his lap.

Was this the work of the dream fawn? He thought. He’d need to thank Lillia later. 

“I never expected to meet you here, out of all places,” you said again, with your sweet smile, glancing back at him. Yet, you seemed to mask a certain bittersweetness inside your eyes.

Yone looked away from your gaze, turning his attention to the landscape beyond the cliff, reminiscing the days he had during his training in the dojo. A memory that felt so far… buried deep within his very soul. Although he had adopted a new identity – committing himself on the safety of the realm, fighting in the darkness – he could not deny his longing for a mortal’s company. Your company.

You scanned his features as his eyes glanced back to yours. You observed him intently, a mix of worry and relief visible in your eyes. His left eye – which was not covered by the mask – lingered to your face, gaze softening at you. 

“You…,” you paused, trying to choose your words carefully as you kept your gaze on him. “I don’t know if I can still be much of a help, but…” you shifted to his side, sitting a little bit closer now. You lifted your right hand, bringing your palm up close to his cheeks. He could feel soothing magic radiating from your palms. “Here, maybe this could ease you for a bit,” you cooed.

He was taken aback at your sudden movement, but he kept his position unchanged. There was a moment of uncertainty before he finally decided to give himself up to your warm touch to his cheek, closing his eyes in the process. Your healing magic seeped into him, a gentle warmth spreading through his body. It was a familiar feeling, one that brought back memories of simpler, happier times.

For a while, he allowed himself to bask in the soothing embrace of your magic, letting go of the weight that had burdened him, even just for a while. The worries, the doubts, the weariness... they seemed to melt away, little by little, in your touch. 

“Thank you,” he said, putting his hand on top of yours as he opened his eyes. 

You smiled tenderly, your soft gaze focused on him. Without a word, you gently pulled his face towards yours, as you also leaned forward to press your forehead against his – a gesture of comfort and understanding, a silent promise passing between you two. 

“Every time the darkness wears you down,” you whispered softly, your words flowing like a gentle stream, “Come to me, I’ll always be there for you as long as I’m breathing.” 

Your voice, a soothing melody, wrapped around him like a warm embrace. Your words gave him comfort he hadn't realized he needed, a lifeline in the midst of the storm. The darkness felt less daunting, less suffocating, in the light of your presence. His eyes fluttered close as he felt a strong emotion stir within him. He breathed out, letting himself indulge into the intimacy of this moment.

How he’d wish the time to stop for the two of you right now.

You pulled away not long after, pausing momentarily before bringing your hand back to your lap. Although you tried to keep your gaze fixed on him, your eyes began to water, glistening under the sunlight. He kept your gaze, sorrow washed through him as he noticed what was coming.

No, please, don’t cry… He wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you crying now. Your sudden show of emotions made him feel as if an invisible hand was gripping tight at his heart. 

You blinked yourself twice to gather yourself together, letting your own breathing to calm down, then glanced towards Nora – the cat, who was still sleeping on top of his lap. You let a low chuckle, watching the creature who was seemingly unbothered by anything in the world.

“Your support means… everything to me,” he said softly. You turned your head towards him and beamed a smile in response.

The two of you were enjoying the serene warmth of the sun side-by-side for a moment, when suddenly, he felt another presence approaching. Nora jumped out of his lap at the same time, hissing towards a certain direction.

He could feel the wind that blows towards him, bringing another familiar figure with it.

The taste of salt in the wind - Yasuo.

“Hm?” You looked towards the source of the rustling sound, standing a bit to peek into the bushes. Seizing this opportunity, he disappeared into the shadows, back into the forest, to be unseen. You immediately turned your head towards where he had been sitting, only to find an empty spot on your side. A gentle breeze caressed your cheeks, carrying a few leaves back into the forest. You let out a bittersweet smile, realizing that he had left, but stood up to meet the man who was approaching towards you. 

“I think I’ve told you about not wandering off alone, especially before daylight,” Yasuo sighed, appearing from the bushy trails. “I’ve been searching where you’d left – h-huh!”

Nora, sensing his presence, decided to leap in front of him, hissing fiercely.

“Geez, even after years she hasn’t forgotten me, it seems like,” Yasuo chuckled awkwardly as he rubbed his neck. Nora then jumped back to the piled logs near the abandoned shack, still alert of Yasuo’s presence.

“Sorry, Yasuo,” you giggled a bit, crouching towards the cat to pet her, as if to bid her goodbye. “A dream led me here.”

“A dream huh…” Yasuo muttered, still seeming a bit dazed. He then glanced into the forest, as if sensing another presence from within.

“Let’s go, we’ll need to reach the plains before sunset today, right?” you asked, already walking in front of Yasuo. He kept his gaze still into the forest, checking.

“Right…” He stood there for a moment, facing the forest, but then shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts before following behind you, ready to continue the journey.

Yone watched them descend down the hills, a sense of relief washing over him. With Yasuo accompanying you, he knew you had someone to protect you during your travels, someone who would defend you in times of need. And as for himself… he would be watching over you from afar, protecting you from any kind of threats coming from the spirit realm.

As the sun continued its ascent, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, he made his way back into the forest. It was time for him to continue his own journey, to face the demons that awaited in this mortal realm. 

Yone gripped his katanas in both hands, ready to move. The path he traversed would not be a short one, but with the fleeting moment the two of you had shared held firmly in his heart, he proceeded deeper into the forest shadows.

•~•~•~•

p.s. Nora means ‘stray’, as in ‘stray cat’ or ‘stray dog’ in Japanese. I did not think much about the choice of names for the cat. oops

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[zileans-big-cl0ck]

Hii, if ya feel up to it could you write some comforting headcanons for Yasuo and Talon? They need some good hugs but honestly what league champion doesn't

(if you feel like writing for others too go for it, I like to read anything you make)

✦–Comforting them headcanons.✦ (SFW)

✦Hurt/comfort, because they also deserve a hug. A lot of hugs. Every single one of them.

✧ prompt: ✧ hurt/comfort.

✧ champions: ✧ Talon, the Blade’s Shadow; Yasuo, the Unforgiven; Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ oh, dear readers and anons, you don’t even know how appreciated I feel whenever you send me some positive energy or compliments, haha! Every time it’s so adorable, I couldn’t feel any better. Thank you for everythig, especially since english is not my first language, so. I basically have no idea what I am doing. Ah, but apart of this anecdote, the reader is really into self care, but I think it shouldn’t be a problem since we are doing a comforting post.

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✦Talon, the Blade’s Shadow.

He left his blade by the door, because he would never want you to see it in the comforting space of your home, begrimed with blood and disgustingly obscure.

He has lost his prey. His target fleed - he failed; he didn’t manage to complete the only merit of his life that he truly named his own, his passion and devotion, the thing he has been created to do.

If he fails in something so elementary, a thing fankled into his soul and his whole being, an aspect pierced into his heart, then what is his worth?

You spotted his inconvenient posture imidiately, sensing an unnatural twist in his mood, so used to his everyday harshness, enriched by a little bit of sweetness towards only your person. But this time he was different - apathetic with stilted aura of dullness around. Talon let himself tiredly slide on your shared bed, ignoring you just because of the guilt that has been oppressing his heart.

And you, instead of letting him perish alone, you offered him your silent comfort - just yourself by his side. You sat there, your head on his shoulder, gentle touch of your hand on his back, maybe even the tip of your fingers making little circles, massaging.

You asked him what happened, though for the most of the following time you remain quiet, relishing the moment, only you two as the centre of the universe.

But he still felt the enveloping sensation of the failed mission, a feeling he had never experienced before; he has dishonoured his sacred mission. Should he be allowed to feel comforted after a mistake so unforgivable? If he could, he would wear the disgrace as a punishment, visible and vociferous, so everyone would see his shamefull attempts to find comfort in someone else, unworthy of it and pathetic.

Talon was always a mysterious person, but you were like a stronghold for him - it wasn’t a long time until you heard these thoughts of his vocalized out loud, honest and brutal. He murmured them into your ear, while you listened silently, cherishing this sacred moment of his true, intimate self, the person behind the blade.

His thoughts seemed like a form of self-flagellation, noxious and malign. Something pitiful that made your eyes wet, little droplets settling on your eyelashes.

You couldn’t listen to him anymore, saying those denigrating and disgusting statements about himself. All it was untrue, made from the years of abandonment and loneliness, and you were positive to cure it.

But how many times more will you hear him saying that his name doesn’t matter? That as an assasin he is not a human being - he is just a blade that cuts efficiently, deeply and terminally.

“I couldn’t wish for a better person in my life than you, love.” You beggined with you voice brittle, like you were telling him a unconfronted secret. “There is nothing that could make me feel even slightly different. I love you the same amount, as you should love yourself.”

Your words were prosaic, menial. But these were honest promises of adoring him countlessly times, endlessly and for eons, until he comprehends the feelings you wanted him to nurse not only for you, but also himself.

And at some point Talon chuckled, though it wasn’t a sign of joy - it was depressing, unnatural. He tried assuring you that it wasn’t a problem big enough to enwrap you, his beloved one, in - but you could sense his poignant sadness running through his body, just like you could feel his pulsing heart or heavy breath.

You promised him to dedicate to him all of your time, just to assure Talon in his human ability to make mistakes, even so meaningful; to help with his low esteem, even if he firmly disagreed to have anything to do with the mythical term of the mentioned ’low esteem’.

You wrapped your hands around him, tigh and lovely, planning on imprisoning him in a cage made of adoration from someone, who could gave him the comfort he deserved.

Talon left his blade by the door as a symbol of rejection - he rejected the person beyond this place, the one who covered his face with a hood, exchanging him for a more relaxed one, the one made from flesh and honest feelings, the real ones, the right ones, and the absolutely normal ones.

✦Yasuo, the Unforgiven.

As we know, Yasuo escaped Ionia after the unfortunate tragedy that led him despair.

He was lost and longing for a company, though he stated out loud that he didn’t want anyone nerby - he was still too fragile, still in shock of the brutal act he allowed himself to do, bewildered, horrified by himself.

He didn’t want to hurt another human being again. He didn’t want to accompany yet another person, only to betray them nor to give up on them. Another loose would be too painful, too demolishing.

For them, of course. He thought he could handle all of this crushing on his mind.

But Yasuo wouldn’t survive seeing his acquaintance being betrayed by him, once again.

He wasn’t eager to befriend new people here, in Bilgewater; he didn’t seek anyone particular. You found him by yourself, and soon became his only comfort in those times, only way to drift his depressing thoughts away.

And even though it was admirable, your acts of desperate tries, as he considered you as the most valued person in his life, you knew he shouldn’t be feeling so much pain. It could broke even the toughest weilder. His nailed heart pulsing right in his chest was aching and trying to free itself every time Yasuo bestowed you with his deep, sad eyes.

He suffered in silence, though he claimed that you were the only cure for this desease that was gutting his body.

You could name this curse - it was guilt in its purest form. And you were determined to free Yasuo from it.

At some point, he must have opened himself before you, render a vivisection of himself, show you his insides and the putridity that has enveloped his heart and soul. Something you should despise, scream and shout at the sight of, bewildered and cheesed.

But instead of pushing him away as he expected, almost desired, instead of feeling overwhelmed by the emotions he had dropped on your shoulders, you hugged him tightly, the words of comfort pouring from your mouth.

”That wasn’t your fault.” ”You regret this, and you are not the same person you were back then.” ”That was an accident.” ”You are always there for me - let me be here for you now.”

So he declaimed the weight of the world like a poem. About his past and his brother, who has lose to his blade in the accident. You cried with him, mixing your own tears with his own, brushing his problems and concerns off.

You couldn’t even imagine how deeply was he hurt. But humans tend to crawl for the concept of empathetic co-suffering; it makes them feel understood and is crutial when it comes to comforting, therefore it was enough for him: getting the heavy burden off his own mind, sharing it to the world, admitting that he had commited something unforgivable.

You forgave him, though he has never hurted you. But any mercy given from a human being was a relief for Yasuo.

✦Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

Cassiopeia didn’t need your comfort. She despised it. It made her look pathetic and weak, even if she already looked miserable as half a serpent.

But she was a proud woman, a lover of many in her halcyon days of glory. Everyone longed for her and everyone needed her like an antidote for a deadly poison. It was a desire not in a lovely, romantic way, but in a frantic, melodramatic and amusing form of begging for sparing a life.

She manipulated the whole nation of pathetic Noxians into her hands, toyed with them on one of her palms, treating those little figures like ants, just simple pawns on the board that she created from her life. She would be considered infantile if anyone knew what a little mouse wanted to adhere to her, hug her scaled waist and tell her that… she deserved love.

Of course she did! You should have seen her when she was still human, not an abomination, just a twisted figure of her past self.

”No, I am not thinking like this of myself, little mouse. Do not approach me, we can bargain from a distance-”

She would admire your confidency with honesty, if only you weren’t so… clingy. Your hugged her in a devoted way that spoke without words - that you will always follow her as her dearest worshipper, even if she turned into something more fearsome than a half-snake. Even if she turned into a sculpture, you would attend her every day.

Cassiopeia indeed had to admit to herself, in her own convoluted way of a serpent, that your confession made her feel better. Like she had one person that was truly her admirer, not just another human she led on and wrapped around her claw, ready to allure and use. And that her little mouse was kind of adorable; more like a pet, but at least a faithful one.

It was a change of perspectives for her, a phenomenon that made her smile softly, her hand slidding from the top of your head to your back, where she pushed you closer, admiring and loving.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #lol #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #yasuo #talon #cassiopeia #yasuo x reader #yasuo x you #talon x reader #talon x you #cassiopeia x reader #cassiopeia x you

[mantizimus]

Hello! Could I request HCs of Ahri and Yasuo from League of Legends with a [Reader] [Gender Neutral] who’s a Shinigami like from the Bleach franchise? I thought these characters would make sense since Ahri is connected to the supernatural/spiritual stuff as a Gumiho and Yasuo + [Reader] can train together with their styles of swordsmanship.

League of Legends request? They exist? What a surprise...

Shinigami S/O

Ahri

Very intrigued by your abilities.

Hoping you're not mad at her for devouring all those souls.

Flirts with you quite often.

Expect her to try to copy your abilities.

Ahri is a rather inquisitive person, so don’t be surprised by a bunch of questions about the Soul Society.

Often asks you to control her so that she doesn't eat another soul.

Loves to hear stories about your battles.

Sometimes wonders what Hollows taste like.

Yasuo

This guy is very curious about where you learned to wield a sword.

You will definitely become his teacher.

From time to time he thinks about whether his brother could get into Soul Society.

Sometimes wonders if he will be able to master abilities such as Shunpo or Kido.

Yasuo often talks to you about his past.

Dreams of one day fighting with the Hollows.

You often exchange stories about the battles you have been involved in.

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #ahri #ahri x reader #yasuo #yasuo x reader

[popawritter12]

Hi it's the anon who sent the asks for yandere zed. Can I ask for headcanons for yandere blood moon yasuo.

Author's Notes: Anon, i don't understand why two anons ask me for blood moon universe but i support it, i 100% support yandere demons <3

Even with all my energy against me, I finished the headcanons, I hope you like it even if it's a little short :C

Yandere! Blood Moon! Yasuo headcanons

Chances of your loved ones being killed

We are talking about the executioner of the blood moon, one whose main task is to eliminate other people.

He is one of the few that I say is a 100% chance.

And I say this because, unlike Talon —who prefers to stay by your side and do the killing later— he has to kill them, and there won't be any more people bothering him when he wants to take his beloved, so it's a win- win for him.

First impressions

The darling in question belonged to an organization that was responsible for being against the blood moon cultists, and especially their demons. She had been specially raised to hate demons, since they had taken her family away from her.

For the beloved it was a couple of every day trying to kill a cultist or a demon; She was known for her aggressiveness and stubbornness, being that, when the darling encountered a cultist, or worse, a demon, they would not stop until he was dead.

The beloved was bloodthirsty, cruel, and cynical when them came into contact with any member of the blood moon. And that's why they sent the executioner to kill them.

However, something bad must have happened, some mistake must have been made, something must have happened…

Because he was never able to fulfill his commission.

Fall in love

Before he was a cultist, he knew them, he knew his beloved as one of the few people who genuinely was there for him in his worst moments.

They was the beloved who always smiled at him, invited him to go for a walk or included him in a group so that he was accompanied.

And when he saw their look of disappointment, he felt as if that human part, that small human part was about to kill itself, was on the verge of mentally breaking down and apologizing to his beloved, for not being able to tell them what he felt, for not being able to tell them the truth, to be able to tell with his words how he felt that life return to his body every time their eyes met, and now… it was too late.

He tried to apologize, he tried to say that he was not going to hurt them, but in response his beloved attacked him. The beloved attacked with anger, with hatred, and mainly, with the desire to see him die.

It hurt him a lot to know that he had lost one of the best people in his life, and that now he was fighting the one he considered his beloved, the love of his life, but he couldn't do it. nothing.

Against everything, he did not attack, he even deigned to defend himself, leaving only his beloved to attack him as many times as he wanted. But his beloved let him live.

He knew then that, even with everything that had happened, his darling was still in love with him, she still longed to kiss and touch that human part of him, and that even with all the numbers against him, them still loved him like the first day they accepted feelings.

Beginning of Yanderism

He lied, he lied to his cult that he had killed that person, but he knew it was a lie, and that there were great consequences when they found out the truth. And he told to his beloved that them would have to change their identity, wishing only that his darling would get away from that life.

But within a few days, several cultists were found dead, some dismembered, others with marks from fights so deadly that their lives were taken away, and only he knew who was the author of those bloody works.

First murder or Yandere act

He himself had to kill cultists who were learning the truth, and he also took care of “some” close friends of his who were never intelligent enough to keep a secret as big as his safety or life in general. It didn't matter how many there were or how well he got along with them; If they knew the whereabouts of his darling, they were already dead.

At the same time he tried to communicate with his beloved, but he always threatened him or outright physically hurt him; Even if there was regret afterwards, however, a part of the beloved believed that it was best for them to stay away from him, since their mind always confused him because of the games she played with their own feelings.

Relationship or kidnapping

His beloved continued killing cultists and demons, but under an entity of unknown name; She wore a mask and dark-tinted clothing, seeking not to generate suspicion about her existence.

However, as always, lies have short legs —like me— and the little secret of the existence of the executioner's beloved was discovered. And an ambush was planned for the beloved. And that's where he is forced to kidnap them.

Even with his darling kicking, screaming and complaining, he still kidnapped his beloved. It was a moment between torturous and happy for him.

Since, let's agree that since he saw his beloved again, he wanted to keep them safe “in his own way”. He already loved his beloved before he became a demon, and he was the only “lighthouse” that illuminated what little humanity he had left. But a lighthouse can't stay lit forever.

Coexistence

Unlike Talon, he is much kinder to her; It's not that he speaks to her with much love or call them “honey” or “heart,” but he is quite friendly with his beloved, and gives them more freedoms than anybody might expect.

He is one of the yanderes with whom it is easiest to get along, since his way of loving, although selfish, also sought to generate a beautiful relationship with his beloved, to generate the same relationship that had come so naturally before… well, these events.

Marriage and family

As for marriage, no, I mean, I don't think that a cult that is fully dedicated to paying homage to the Blood Moon by murdering people would be very interested in marriage.

Now, if by chance certain relatives of the darling are still alive, then it is best to carefully distance themselves from the darling one in question for a simple reason; No one could know they location, no matter who the person is.

If possible, children?

Nah, I don't see any possibility in that.

Bad ending

Several months passed of absolute tranquility for both the darling and Yasuo, being that being away from all danger was… good in a way. However, there comes a point when the beloved just wants to leave; the darling decides to plan an escape, and upon achieving it, darling meets the terrible fate that demons and cultists find out about they existence; Now, knowing that the executioner had decided to lie, they ended up attacking the home that he had forged with so much effort for the two of them.

When Yasuo managed to capture his lover, he thought that he would finally be able to keep his darling safe, however, there was a problem; The demons attacked the home where he was guarding his beloved.

From here there are two possibilities

1:The cultists/demons decide that you must die, and end up taking the life of the executioner's beloved, and he, in response, had to attack.

To no one's surprise, there were many casualties that day, but the “traitor” and the traitor's darling were exterminated. However, now they were together, wherever they souls went, he was going to follow his darling, he was going to pursue her beloved even after his own death.

2- The darling is forced to join the cult of the Blood Moon, seeking to use you as a fellow member. So, even if you claimed that your family would rather publicly execute her than be part of that cult, however, consent was something that was not necessary in a cult that had already had many casualties because of a single person.

In this case, Yasuo will not be able to stop them, and they convince him that he would be the only one who could approach to his darling, and that they could both spend as much time as they wanted together, without anyone from the cult being forced to separate them.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-We are told that he used to be a human, one with a difficult life, if the beloved is unlucky enough to meet him before, then she was doomed to have an almost unhealthy affection for her.

-There is a good chance that his past is very varied; Anything could have happened to him, and it's not until he meets someone to support him through a difficult time that he clings like a limpet.

Extra data:

-Of the entire cult, he is one of the kindest towards his darling in question, however, it was somewhat strange to know that he fell in love with someone.

-He would never forbid his darling to take off his mask; He would allow it at any time, and he would love for his darling to touch his face.

-He sometimes he thinks about his life, and after everything that happened, he only thought about the life he could have had with his darling if he had never joined that cult.

-If his darling fight against him, he doesn't enjoy it, he hates that the love of his life hate him, even if the darling is afraid of him or anything else, he can't support it, and he gives his best to be able to get along with his darling.

#yandere #poppa thoughs #obsessive love #yandere x you #poppa things #yandere male #yandere league of legends #league of legends #yandere headcanons #yasuo #yandere yasuo #yandere male x reader #yandere writing #yandere lol #yandere x reader #yasuo league of legends #yandere league of legends x reader

[notariahere]

head-cannons of yasuo (prt2)

a/n: i found this on my notes app lol

sfw

- he is not only a boyfriend material, he is THE husband material

- literally will take care of you and the house and the kids or if you guys have not kids, dogs everyday like he is such a caring person

- y’all would literally spend time in the dance room. both of you love dancing so much (and singing too)

- he LOVES when you literally show him more love than he does to you, he deserves it anyways.

- if you are a singer a famous singer and he is a famous dancer/singer/producer y’all would have grammys now. like damn

- literally cannot take his eyes from you when you are looking good in dresses.

- literally loves traveling. be prepared. A LOT of travelings.

- i don’t think yasuo is a loud man. he is quiet, he loves peace. he is sagittarius. this zodiac sign LOVES peace and traveling but it’s the hottest as well…

- romantic as FUCK and an gentleman and an angel.

nsfw

- he ALWAYS loves to be on top. just to dominate you. he always loves dominate women

- you’d be surprised by how big his …. is. big like you are afraid if it won’t fit

- he will ask you if you’re in pain and if you are okay because he hates when he hurts you or something closely like that. he just want to have a great night

- after going slowly and passionately then he will be rough. i can’t see this man be rough but literally he is the best in bed

- he is experienced in that so in conclusion: uncontrollable moans and he will love that more.

- phrases like “you’re doing so good for me love” “mhm just like that doll” “jump on my dick doll” “do u wanna cum for me dove? hmm? beg for it” will literally make you crazy

- you will literally beg for him to cum and he will say no until you’re crying begging for it and then he will say yes because he loves that when you’re crying for him when you guys are fucking

- he loves boobs. i can see him as a boob guy (and a thigh guy but he likes boobs more)

- missionary. he wants to see ur face how good you can take him (and your boobs)

- loves to finish on your face because you’re looking cute with his cum on your face

- also risky to tease you in public just to see you biting your lip while he is teasing you by touching your panties

- and in the end of sex. the best after care. i told you, he loves caring about you and he is not proving it with words, but with moves.

- and in the bed when sleeping, you have ur face on his neck hugging him tight.

a/n: ugh literally too much smut goin on here…. lol bye

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» Mendacious tales | Sett x OC ✓ ─▹ 𝘊𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘢 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯. ¿𝘘𝘶é 𝘩𝘢𝘳á 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘰? ¿𝘘𝘶é 𝘩𝘢𝘳á 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰?

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— ↺ 𝙄𝙧é 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙙𝙤. ↻ —

𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒚 𝒔𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓é𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒐 𝒎𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒑𝒂𝒍. ⚠ ¡𝑵𝑶 𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑶! ⚠

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Hi dear I hope you've been well this autumn 🍂!

Could I request some Yasuo (from League) comfort\fluff headcanons with fem reader? ♡♡

So far so good, darling! Hope you’re having a good time as well!

Yasuo is a bit freaked out when he first sees you upset - He genuinely thinks he did something wrong.

But once you explain to him the situation, he relaxes visibly and takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and thinks about how to comfort you.

First, he goes to make you a nice, soothing, hot tea and brings some snacks for you, to take the tension off.

Then, when you’re done, he pulls you into an embrace and strokes your hair, whispering sweet things into your ear, hoping it will calm you down a bit.

If you do manage to smile and relax a bit, he will ask you what it was that upset you, and see how the two of you can solve the problem - Together, because you’re going through this life together, and he will do anything in his power to make sure you’re doing well and that you’re happy.

Well, he can’t always do a lot, he’s still sort of a fugitive, but it still won’t stop him from trying everything in his power to bring even the moon and all the stars from the sky and put them in your hair, just to see you smiling - That’s how much he loves you.

He’ll give you lots of little kisses on your cheeks and will play the flute for you whenever you ask him - In fact, he’s very happy that you enjoy his songs.

During warmer times, would love to sit with you at the bottom of a tree, cuddled together, and read any book that you want.

He’s also an amazing listener and gives great advice, so any predicament you’re in - Together, you’ll get to the root of it and solve it.

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[xxnefertiti]

Homens Ionianos quando você os beija aleatoriamente.

YASUO

Esse homem VIVE por seus beijos.

Adora quando você o surpreende.

Beije você de volta imediatamente.

Ele te ama tanto que não consegue esconder.

"Você deveria fazer isso com mais frequência, querida"

YONE

Ele arregala os olhos em alarme, mas quando percebe que é você, um sorriso maroto brinca em seus lábios.

Ele é reservado, então pode não reagir imediatamente.

Mas quando o faz é poeta e romântico.

Irá acariciá-lo como se você fosse porcelana.

"Meu amor, o que eu fiz para merecer esse beijo perfeito?"

KAYN

Ok, olha, esse garoto tem duas reações

Primeiro ele vai ser uma linda bagunça vermelha

Em seguida, um sorriso cobrirá seus lábios e, oh, cara

Prepare-se para não andar nas próximas horas

"Você não acha que vai embora depois disso, não é?"

SHEN

Este homem é um cavalheiro

Sorriria e acariciaria suas bochechas

Definitivamente te beijaria apaixonadamente

Olharia para você como se você fosse o ser mais bonito

"Você é linda, amor."

ZED

Acontecia quando vocês estão em um lugar privado

Pode não parecer, mas ele é um parceiro amoroso

Ele observa você de forma neutra, mas seu coração seria caloroso

Beijaria você devagar e brincaria com seu cabelo

"Agora, o que devo fazer com você, baixinha?"

JHIN

Ouça-me, este homem é um ROMÂNTICO

Ele riria timidamente

Espere receber três vezes mais

Ele vai te abraçar e te beijar como se você fosse perfeita

"Você é a mais bela das pinturas, meu amor."

SETT

O sorriso deste homem pode ser visto a quilômetros de distância.

Você nem teria tempo para respirar porque ele te beijaria com tanta força.

Prepare-se, ele não vai largar seus lábios tão cedo.

Ele não se importa com quantas pessoas estão assistindo, ele só quer você.

"Você é realmente incrível, não é, gata?"

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[bewitchedleague]

Yasuo and Talon receiving comfort.

a/n; These two characters require a great deal of comfort, and I'll be happy to provide it. Requested work.

Yasuo

    There were days when your swordsman would want nothing more than to hide from the world within his room, but you understood exactly why. It was no secret that Yasuo was troubled by his own history. Despite being strong, skilled with a sword, and experienced in battle, he nevertheless carries the human need to be cherished and desired. All he wants from you is a shoulder to cry on and soft touches on his face as you murmur him sweet nothings. Thanking you for being who you are and for not leaving him alone, he embraces you like you're made of glass. Yasuo dislikes being this vulnerable, but when it does, he discovers that he appreciates the comfort and security you give him by simply being there. You don't even need to say anything; he doesn't expect you to be able to solve his problems from the past. All he really wants is a lover who will be there for him through good times and bad, who will listen to him and still love him. He would initially be quite obstinate in the beginning of the relationship and keep you at a distance by insisting that nothing was wrong with him while he was obviously out of it. He felt scared at that particular moment. What if he frightened you off? or worse still? No. He couldn't bear to experience that sorrow once more, and he couldn't afford to lose another loved one in his life. But in the end, he realized he was precisely where he wanted to be and where he needed to be as he lay there in bed with you, his head resting on your chest while you ran your fingers through his unruly hair. A morning to die for.

Talon

    Being a cold-blooded killer required giving up your own inner peacefulness. Talon would frequently experience nightmares about the people he had killed, and the weight of his blood-stained hands followed him wherever he went. He made multiple attempts to deal with it on his own, but he was never successful since he lived his life under the assumption that it was merely a disadvantage of being a member of the Du Couteau family. He had never known love and gentleness before, not even as a child, so when it came from you, he wasn't sure how to react because this was something he had never experienced before. Talon was brought up to believe that feelings like love were weaknesses to take advantage of or were just a distraction from one's main purpose. He just didn't get it. But right now, after experiencing a night terror, he does. His normally stiff muscles begin to relax during the embrace, and he can sense protection, caring, and perhaps even love? He is at a loss for words; his only response is to give you another hug while placing his face in the crook of your neck. His back is covered in wounds from the countless battles he has endured; you can see them all and feel them when you gently hum to calm him. He didn't require words; all he required was this: a drop of love in his sea of hopelessness.

Do not copy or translate my works.

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[saey707]

Hey is it okay if I request headcanons of Yasuo with fem reader who loves traveling and music (feel free to save for when request slots are open :D )

✿ Prompt: Your relationship with Yasuo ✿

♡ champion focus: yasuo ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hi anon! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) It's my first time writing Yasuo, so I hope you don't mind the approach I took with how I envisioned him! Poor man just needs a big hug tbh (♡´𓋰`♡) PS. I did a short story and put some headcanons at the end. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to request more <3

Intro ♡

For far too long, Yasuo has been on the run. Running from things that scared him and things he knew he was too much of a pacifist to face head-on. In fact, it had grown painstakingly exhausting to always be on the move.

Struggling to fulfill basic necessities that used to come so easy resulted in him growing tired of life. He drank himself into black-out comas most days. On other days, Yasuo was wondering when he'll get the chance to bathe and if he'll have enough to afford a warm meal or a place to sleep. He succeeded in evading the consequences of his actions- or so the crimes he was accused of committing- but he certainly wasn't happy. It's been a long time since he's been happy.

How You Met ♡

It was the day you found him passed out at a table in your favorite local tavern that his life, and your own, changed forever.

You just returned home after a rather lengthy journey through the Freljord, a bag stuffed with scrolls attached to your back, filled with Freljordian recipes, songs, and survival tips you gathered from locals. While you didn't have many artifacts from the region, besides painted skull heads, a flute, and stone arrowheads you were gifted, just being able to connect with the locals was enough.

And when you returned home, you didn't expect your "welcome home package" to include you 1. Defending a homeless man you never even met from an irritated tavern keeper and 2. Bring that homeless man back home with you.

Sure, formal introductions didn’t proceed until the next morning, when the wanderer woke in a cozy bed, with unruly hair cascading down his shoulders and back.

How long has it been since he felt this degree of satisfaction?

The girl at the end of the bed shifted, surprising the man with a pounding headache. It didn't help that she was humming an unfamiliar melody, before finally turning her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. She was... beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted him quietly, standing now so you could offer him the cup. Hands out, he slowly took it, confused as ever. "You must be wondering where you are. Still in Bilgewater, just near the better parts. You were at a tavern the night before and... heh.... you sure know how to hold your drink." snickering, Yasuo hummed in response, staring into the cup. The exotic purple color made him... uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous if that's what you're wondering. Its rehydrated junji leaves with kottemarin root. Herbs I got from Ixtal and Ionia." You informed him, stirring your own tea and watching as he drew the cup to his lips. Hands wrapped around the cup, Yasuo tipped the mug up. The warm, bittersweet taste resulted in his shoulders sinking, eyes shut as he inhaled a generous amount of the aromatic tea's sweet scent. It was... the best tea he's ever tasted.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were reading my mind." his tone was low and raspy. You felt your heart sink at his mellow voice- Sure, he looked attractive, but the voice really added to his inherent magnificence.

"Not a mind reader, really... I just meet a lot of people is all." you clarify. "And do you always bring black-out drunks home and allow them to sleep in your bed?" he asked, his brow raised which compelled you to chuckle, shaking your head.

"No, only the cute homeless men."

At that, the stranger smirked, eyes shutting once more as he shook his own head. And, without a second thought, the traveler finally stuck his hand out to you, "I'm Yasuo. Pleased to meet you, stranger."

Bonus: Your Relationship ♡

Yasuo grew really protective of you, to the extent that it became even more common for the both of you to travel together.

You had your ways of keeping him away from the drink; And frankly, Yasuo was grateful for it. While he missed the occasional binge, at the very least it kept him out of trouble... And kept him from waking up in places he shouldn't have been!

He absolutely adores it whenever you lay your head on his lap while he plays the flute!

Whenever the two of you travel together, you are always the one that ends up protecting him (even though he insists that he was the one watching out for you).

Normally, Yasuo was never invested in communities and connecting with others wherever he went. But things changed when you came into his life. You are a lively individual, always seeking out markets and chatting up locals.

Hell, you joined music circles some evenings everywhere new the two of you went to learn new instruments, new melodies, and sounds, along with their cultural importance! And sometimes, Yasuo was willing to try his hand at something new; although, he would rather just stick to his flute!

Expect lots of cuddles and naps whenever you return home with him! It's rare for him to sleep in a comfortable bed, so he'll take every single chance he'll get- especially if it means he gets the opportunity to snuggle up to you!

If Yasuo has nightmares, you always wake up first and are quick to comfort him. Sure, it might not help, considering each time he wakes up in the same sweaty, scared, and forlorn state. At the very least, you can provide him the comfort and kisses he needs to soothe him back to bed.

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[kagakuoniryu]

HIII!!! I'm here to send a request!!!😭😭Can you do a Yasuo x Fem reader where the reader is physically small but really like messing around? like she likes play pranks on others and always get herself in troubles even fights... Thank you so much if you could write disss...!!!😭😭😭💕💕💕

Synopsis :

Yasuo x fem reader who mess around a lot

Type :

headcanon

Warning :

Reader being a playful mess and a few fight, otherwise none

A/N :

I'm not dead I swear! Just started my job and it took me quite some time, I have a few moments for myself so here I am writing as mich as I can

~~~~~~~~~~

To be honest yasuo probably saw himself in you

When he was younger he was messing around a lot and got into a lot of trouble much to his brother's dismay

With his knowledge he can give you advice onto not getting caught

When you get into fight he usually stay on the side, unless you're really into a huge fight then he'll step in

Since you're small he also gives you idea where you could hide in case something goes wrong

It's the big calm bf and their little gremlin gf dynamic

When it's on him that you play prank he punish you on grabbing you by your shirt and putting you on a high tree branch, putting you down later

Or just grab you and carry you around to prevent you from doing dumb stuff when he want peace

If you complain he'll answer that he prefer having you fussy in his arm or on the branch that having to knock some sense into you since he don't want to hit a girl

Really old fashioned on that one

And if you just got an idea before bedtime he'll bury your head in his chest telling you to just take the night to think it out and get better pranks tomorrow

Eventually you calm down against him and hig him back

With the promise to make the prank on him tho

~hope you'll like it~

🌸Request are open🌸

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[puffcap-factory]

Melodies, Past, Redemption

(Yasuo x reader)

Yasuo x reader; angst, a bit of fluff, slight implication of Yone x reader in the story.

It’s somewhat more like a one-sided-love coming from Yasuo, although interpretations are left to readers.

Both characters are trying to heal from the past.

Words: 1.9k

Notes: 

The reader was a healer, working on the dojo during Yasuo and Yone’s training period. They were close to you, and Yasuo had grown some secret feelings towards you. But after the war and the death of the dojo’s elder, scarred with the tragedy following after, you had wandered across the land to assist villages in need, and hadn’t met Yasuo after the incident. 

This story uses the same set as my previous Yone fic, since it suits well into the timeline. The order will go as follows: Part 1 Yone x reader -> current fic -> Part 2 Yone x reader 

I’ll get into more fluff next time. For the sake of my heart.

I hope you enjoy! :D

•~•~•~•

You gazed down at your feet, waves gently ebbing and flowing at your fingertips. The symphony of birds' cawing harmonized with the hues of the orange sky, the sun preparing to retire for the day. Seated upon a rock just large enough to accommodate you, you released a heartfelt sigh, reaching for your treasured lyre - a gift from your mother during your childhood. She told you she had acquired it from a wandering merchant in Shurima, and you had cherished it dearly ever since.

You didn’t know why you were feeling sentimental on this particular day. Facing towards the open sea, the wind tenderly caressed your hair, its strands swaying in a melancholic dance, almost as if it were a reminder of a tragic incident from the past. Despite your best efforts to avoid spiraling into sadness, you found yourself reaching for your lyre, your fingers instinctively moving to play a certain melody – the one you had diligently practiced during your days of training in the dojo. The familiar tune that reminded you of the weight of memories and emotions. The one that… Yasuo himself had thought you with his flute.

You indulged yourself into the melody, closing your eyes as your fingers danced across the strings. The notes were so familiar to you that they seemed to flow effortlessly from your lyre. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore intertwined with your music, adorning the melody with a natural, haunting beauty. Despite the rhythmic cadence of the waves, the melody held its own, each note clear and poignant, refusing to be completely swallowed by the ocean's song.

The melody flowed beautifully for several minutes until you heard the gentle splashing of footsteps on the shore – which sound seemed to stop not too far from you. Immediately, you halted your playing, opening your eyes and becoming instinctively alert. With a quick motion, you turned your head to the side to face the figure standing there, their body facing towards the sea.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He kept his gaze fixed to the ocean ahead.

Yasuo – you had not seen this man for so long. Your heart started to beat faster as the sudden adrenaline rushed in, as things you wanted to say, ask, blame, everything flooding in you all at once. Last time you had seen him, it was before he left the dojo to aid the war, disobeying his orders. Then came the tragic news of Elder Souma's death, branding him a wanted criminal on the run. And it culminated in the unthinkable - he had killed his friends... no, our friends, who chased after him, and ultimately, his own brother, Yone.

"Yasuo..." your voice was low, barely above a whisper. You stood up from your seat, facing him squarely as you held the hilt of your sword firmly, though it remained sheathed.

Yasuo noticed your stance, his face twisting with guilt that seemed to consume him from within.

"Don’t… I'm not here to hurt you, please... I would never..." His words came out in a jumble, as if struggling to piece themselves together.

Instinctively, you lowered your hand to your side in response, feeling the weight of his grief and guilt behind his words. You had known this man for so long - an impulsive, determined soul, yet undeniably kind. Despite the strict training schedules of the dojo and your busy role as a healer, Yasuo's carefree nature had a way of easing your responsibilities. During the early times, you were often tasked with catching him for skipping his training, but those moments ended up filled with shared laughter and camaraderie. It was during one of these times that you discovered his fondness for music, hearing him play the flute with skill and passion.

And, Yasuo had always been somewhat protective of you, ensuring blame never unfairly fell on your shoulders, especially when faced with Yone's questioning. Memories flooded back of the times he had accompanied you, stood up for you – his friendly teasing and banter creating a deeper bond between you two. Yone had possessed a certain warmth that had drawn you in, but Yasuo provided you with a sense of security in his own way.

“…I never believed what they said about you. I never believed you killed Elder Souma,” you said carefully, your tone colder than you intended. 

Yasuo glanced at you, a little taken aback – to be honest – before turning his head to face the waves, his face showing a mixture of emotions. “Thank you, that is one person less to convince, I believe…” he said with his husky voice.

"But," you continued, your voice trembling slightly. "If you hadn't left..."

If you hadn’t left your post, maybe… Yone might still be alive. 

You bit your lip, cutting off your words before they could delve deeper. You know very well you’d get nothing by pressing the matters further into the already guilty man, yet, small part of you still clung to the past – to that certain incident, the weight of it catching up to you. Glancing down at your feet, you watched the waves passing and receding, lost in their rhythm. 

“…That thought also haunts me even until this moment,” he sighed. “…I know you would never forgive me for that, but, please know that… I-I’m… truly sorry.”

Yasuo was fully aware of your closeness to Yone, and to be very honest, he would feel a tinge of jealousy from time to time towards his own brother back in the days. But he would never confront you about it, nor Yone, as he silently respected his brother and the bond you shared with him. Your moments with Yasuo held their own special place inside him, filled with cherished memories. He truly appreciated the time you spent together, just as you had accompanied him through his own trials, and that was more than enough for him.

You fell into a heavy silence, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you after voicing your blame, whether deserved or not. Yone, until the end, was consumed with his own self-blaming, and you couldn't find the words to help him at that time. You also felt that you have your share of guilt of the outcome of the incidents. Although Yasuo did leave his duty, you knew there were more factors at play that ultimately contributed to Yone's death. 

You mourned deeply for Yone, but you also realized that dwelling on past mistakes would not lead you anywhere. The same applied to Yasuo, you thought. Although he had not shared the details with you, rumors had flown everywhere regarding the incident. Now, after meeting him in this demeanor, you could tell very well that he was truly consumed by his own guilt. His casual, cheeky side was nowhere to be seen.

As you observed Yasuo facing the sea, his silhouette outlined by the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. You balled your fists as you gathered your will to speak.

"…I didn’t mean to push you further down. I’m sorry," you told him as you moved closer to him, regretting what you had said earlier. He looked at you with a sad expression still visible on his face. "There is this past we had shared, but I think it’s time we… move on from that, together, Yasuo." How easy it was said than done, you thought to yourself, but you just had to bring this up to him, trying to nudge him back up. He took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the sea.

“I do have my fair share of guilt, you… are not alone, Yasuo,” you continued, your voice soft but firm. You paused, glancing at him, his gaze never leaving the horizon. “…I’m grateful I still have you on my side, I really am… and I hope you still do, too.”

You knew his burden was far heavier than yours, but you just wanted to offer some comfort – in hopes you both find a way to move forward from the shadows of the past. You glanced back into the horizon silently for a moment, before you heard a low chuckle coming from his side.

“…You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “You sure don’t change. Thank you.”

He turned towards you, and although his eyes still held a hint of sadness, his lips curved into a small smile – the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift ever so slightly. You smiled back at him – as if to shove the negative thoughts of the past down – feeling a sense of warmth in the air as the ocean wind blew gently around you. You let the silence stretch between you just for a bit, to let every moment sink into you.

“…Hey, how about we travel together for now?” You finally asked. “We seem to be a good pair for traveling.”

“Many people still chase after me, and I don’t want you to get involved. I won’t risk you getting hurt. I would never…” Yasuo's voice held a note of concern as he seemed to object to your idea of traveling together. You could sense his protective instinct, the weight of his past actions still heavy on his mind. Despite his protest, you remained determined.

“Nonsense, I thought you were strong enough to protect me?” A small, teasing smile appeared on your face, lightening up the mood. “I’ll heal you in exchange of your protection.”

He let out a small chuckle at your playful response. “I never said I was… – anyways, you have to know the road I take is dangerous, and I’m being very serious.”

“Yes, I understand it very well, mighty Yasuo,” you smiled at him, putting your hands on your hips. “Besides, I got to learn how to use a dagger for self-defense for a bit. I suppose you can help me train as well, yes?”

Yasuo sighed defeatedly, although he knew you wouldn’t back down so easily, he couldn’t help but smile at your determination. He truly wanted to protect you from harm, but he also knew the enemy chasing him sometimes were more dangerous that it had seemed – and he was not going to risk you for it, not again.

“Okay, okay…” he answered, holding the nape of his neck in resignation. “But promise me, when things get more dangerous, I’ll have to drop you off somewhere safe, okay? No objections.”

“Hey, come on…” you slightly pouted, giving him a playful nudge. Yasuo chuckled at your reaction, a sense of lightness filling the air between you.

The tension of the past seemed to fade away as slowly as the sun sank lower and lower. You could feel the bittersweetness of the past as your closeness to Yasuo was reigniting, even though the war had left scars on both of you. Forgiveness – a powerful notion, one that seemed to hang in the air between you. Despite the pain, there was a glimmer of hope for a new path, a chance to let go of the burdens that had weighed you down for so long.

Yasuo truly cared deeply for you. The memories of your past closeness still lingered in him, leaving him somewhat hopeful that you could find happiness together once more. Yet, he also knew very well that the wounds of the past ran deep, and it would take time to heal.

As the evening descended, casting a warm glow over the sea, you and Yasuo stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon. There was a sense of peace settling between you, a silent understanding of the journey ahead. 

You placed your reassuring hand on his shoulders as you came up with good idea to spend the remaining evening.

“Say, you wanna play the flute alongside my lyre?”

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[can-i-be-your-blue]

Had this idea for a while

Art by: Chase Morello

Yone x reader x yasuo.

But BUT reader is hanzo and Genji middle sister and has 3 dragons which are red bc 3 primary colors lol. So she get thrown into another world and meets them and shiz. Fall in love and que a relationship, they then tell her about their dual (yasuo killing yone) and reader looks which before telling them the same thing happened with her brothers but the other way around due to a order.

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[popawritter12]

I am curious can I request this scenario. What if all the darlings in the blood moon au meet.

Author's notes: Don't ask, I explain the reason for so much absence in another publication.

Dreams

The world of dreams; so deep, lost, and even confused in their own essence, they were lost, searching for something specific. Something that should never have been seen in itself.

The clash between claws and flesh along with the terror reflected in the faces of others; Is this ostentatious, at the same time disgusting dream, a simple memory of the group's misery?

—So… he's the new one, right? —The question escaped from the one who arrived second —, it doesn't look very… Good.

—I heard that the one who was chasing him was the same one who brought the demons to this world.

—Poor man. —The second hunter mentioned, observing the first, distant memories of his childhood take him back to the day when his demon condemned him.

—He had the worst fate of all. —-The dancer whispered, taking the porcelain cup between his delicate fingers.

—Who would have thought that he would have to become that demon? — Whispered the second arrived, before taking the plate in his hands.

The inveterate fight, stained by the strong emotion suffered by the first hunter, caused, in part, a great surprise on the part of the first.

—Seriously, you're a damn bastard… —The first one whispered, the edge of the blade barely managing to collide with the demon's skin—, not even Talon was as savage as you in fights.

The demon growled, a mitigating memory crashing into his delicate, corrupt mind.

Talon…that name, that nickname, that demon. Why was the hunter mentioning it?

—It seems you recognize his name, huh? —The hunter pushed the demon with a thrust, finally managing to cut his cheek, causing the demon to recoil—you must know a lot about the cult to recognize it.

The demon screamed something unintelligible, before taking his head; wounded, he remembered the countless books he read, the sleepless nights turning each page and researching with as much passion as that of an expert butcher tracing newly arrived calf meat.

—That… damn motherfucker. —his own demonic voice reminded him of what Pyke did to him, causing a scream to escape his lips.

—He's already remembering what he did to him.

—It must hurts him a lot. —the dancer whispered, sighing.

—Especially when someone he trusted ended up doing that to him. —The second hunter mentioned, his gaze traveling over the detailed outline of the demon's body, a grotesque vision for his eyes and a coarse memory of what today was the perpetrator of it.

Was this a simple punishment for them for their previous life or for the sins they had committed? They are not going to know, Or at least none of them know it and much less will the demon who was still committing with claws and teeth looking for an answer looking for a result to what he foolishly thought will end well to what some once he called a friend, now it turned out to be a super nightmare, it turned out to be the person who condemned him to this horrible life and now even in his dreams, which were the only moments in which he could remember his life as a traveling salesman who was guided by singing, it turned out to be a memory. more than what he now was: a demon, a creature that lost all connection with his human side and desperately searches for some trace to become himself again to find that lost side that was taken from him and cruelly killed by that demon.

—I guess we all make the same mistake, —the second whispered, before sighing with some pain, nostalgic, so to speak.

—Don't make me into your mistakes —the first one shouted, before managing to take the chain in his hands, with subtle preparation, he managed to tie the demon, although receiving a scratch on his left eye —, Talon chased me because he's a selfish bastard, if he decided to trust a Blood Moon demon, then he must have paid the price.

The dancer looked at him, a hint of disgust appeared on his face.

—How great did the price have to be, that took even his humanity with it? —The young man questioned, before lowering his gaze. The loneliness he felt throughout his life was such that it forced him to invoke a demon, to look for some humanity behind the superficial life of the stage. The dancer turned around when he saw the hunter, and only had that brave look that few others had. times in his life — and you know well that none of us thought that a demon could fall in love.

—You dealt with cultists —the first hunter complained, before kicking the body of the bound demon —, both he and I dealt with fucking demons.

—And that's why I thought you had a little more empathy —the third whispered, before continuing to drink the tea —, but I was wrong."

—Brave of you to assume that I will have empathy for a moron. —the hunter responded abruptly.

—What did we say about saying bad words?

—Talon lets me say them.

—We are not demons.

—AND?

As the argument between the first hunter and the dancer intensifies, the second hunter approaches the demon, who, in pain, tr

He tries to push him away by growling, but the second hunter settles down in front of him, ready to speak.

—Don't tell me you're going to try to talk to him.

—Stop being unbearable.

—Only when you stop acting like a mother.

—Shut up —the second hunter complained, before seeing the demon again—, hello, you must be the singer of that religion.

The demon growled, showing its pointed teeth, yellowish and with traces of fresh blood.

—I saw you once, you were known as “the angel of the Andes,” right? —The second hunter asked, his serene voice invading the mind of the corrupted singer —. Truth be told, it seemed like every place you went in Runeterra was unique because of your presence alone.

The second hunter brought back bitter memories for the poor singer, from the first places where people first heard his voice, to the last place he had visited. Bitter smiles on his face countless times, tears from the emotion of each visit, even anger at seeing the state of the people whose leaders were as selfish as that demon, like that son of a bitch who ruined his life.

The more he mentioned it, the more he elaborated or his way of telling what it was like for the hunter to listen to the jugs of pure love for music brings to life the bitter return to the past; knowing that he couldn't come back. And his soul begged to return, to return even for a small second to that place that had brought him so much happiness.

But he only managed to sob; His voice seemed to return slowly, but the clock in the distance announced the time of his farewell; the mental break was over, and now they all had to return to that comic tragedy of life.

And yet, in the distance, a man with a leather backpack on his back and a smile of happiness spread in his eyes as he hummed songs from his childhood, looks at the clock, a rustic shape reminds him of his home, of his city. , but, even more importantly, it reminds him that his search for his destiny was still in the midst of development,

And the farewell began; with a look of some anger, but a certain affection —which the few present there knew how to differentiate—was reflected in that look. They still remember how comforting it was to know that even for a second of their lives, they could rest, they could give their tormented souls a little break from their stressful and painful lives.

While the perpetrators slowly approach their victims again, misnamed "loves", they do not even manage to give words to the poor humans who woke up again.

While the dancer returned to see the burly man with a serene but at the same time always annoyingly calm face, a bitter but resigned grimace spreads across his face full of dark circles. The first hunter wakes up violently because he feels an extra weight on his chest; The demon had jumped like a puppy towards his owner, and when his cursed laughter reached the hunter's ears, he only clicked his tongue, annoyed, but helpless. And the second hunter observed the swordsman, the question of his dream comforts him a little; He knew that of all of them, he had gotten the least invasive of all.

And the last of all, the poor last of all, only woke up to see that, once again, the mysterious demon that had caused him so much pain was almost on top of him, asking again and again how he was doing, or why he was asleep.

It was strange, especially knowing that the dream seemed to revive the human side of him like he had never seen before.

And in a fit of forceful rage, the singer leaped again at the demon, his claws appearing again. And the cooker, the only one who didn't seem to understand the reason for the dream, woke up with a letter next to him; blood stains giving the shape of a heart while a smell of excellent quality perfume adorned with a bouquet of well-cared-for flowers send a chill down your spine.

Who would have put that there?

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[notariahere]

crush on you (yasuo x reader)

a/n i really liked it while writing this so please show love!! and it’s big yet amazing (; so hope you enjoy it!

working in a bar on ionia is like sacrificing your life. there will be many fights among drunk people that their lives are miserable, men and women making out in front of you and you, who gives alcohol to the people. you liked that but by the time the same things happened, your life became boring and tiring until…

…your life became more interesting and upside down when a mysterious man appeared in the bar. he looked tall, long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a blue coat/scarf with his torso appearing as well. you didn’t hesitate, you bit your lip while he approached you

“can a get a drink? maybe two… drinks?” the man said

you turned around and saw his brown eyes looking at you “yeah… here you go.. so what brought you here?”

“a drink really gets me out of all my troubles i made.. after all i’ve done, i ran away and ran away by having drinking problems too” now you know who he is since you recognize him well..

“ah! are you the man who killed his brother??”

he sighed “yes.. everyone knows me and my name too”

“no i don’t know it.. shall we introduce ourselves.. if you want to..”

he sad-smiled “i’m yasuo”

you said your name trying to hand-shake him. your hands were small against his. first time in your life you had heart-eyes. you blushed and you thought that this is your first time feeling that you have a crush on a man.

“pleasure to meet you” you said

he pointed to the glass that made you realize that he wants an another drink. you get him another one while you get a drink for yourself too.

hours passed by talking and laughing. you never saw the other side of him. drunk, flirty, open-minded and funny. did you really start to fall in love with a guy who many people hated him but in real time he was innocent for all he has done.

“i have to go. to.. continue my ride and i hope to see you again. you seem a good person” he said making you sad.

“hope so..” you sad-smiled. you really wanted to hug him but you were afraid if he would get uncomfortable “see you.. soon.. i guess”

he laughed. you really liked his laugh “see you soon. until then, bye”

he left. you cleaned the bar while talking to yourself

“damn, do i really have a crush on him.. he looked attractive and cute when he was drunk. he flirted with me a lot. talked about how cute i look when i blushed. oh my goodness did he noticed that i blushed? oh no! but nonetheless, i really hope he would come again. i really wanna tell him how i feel. im in love with him..”

2 weeks passed by. you didn’t see him. you started to miss him more and more but you have to forget him because you know that he will never come back until everything about his life changed. he came back to ionia to “clean” his name after all he has done but little did you know that you guys will meet again but under in bad conditions on the bar..

two men, drunk came through the bar and started out of blue fighting. you really had to stop them but you get hit by one of the two. a scar started to appear next to your lips, bruises everywhere while they cuss you until..

you saw him again. with no second thought he started to fight them and he killed them. you felt so sensitive about seeing dead bodies and you started to cry. the swordman dropped his sword down and run to you trying to comfort you. he hugged you

“it’s okay now, it’s okay.. let me look at you, oh my goodness…” he saw you with bruises, scars and almost half naked. you didn’t know what to do. you were weak.

“they made a mess in the bar yas! how im gonna suppose to clean it up?” you said while crying

“imma help you out no need to worry about it. get yourself some rest right there” he pointed to the table. you sit on the table while you watched him cleaning the bar but you can’t help it out because you wanna clean up too. you did it so and he smiled while watching you cleaning up. you see him smiling at you and got confused

“why are you smiling?”

“nothing” he smirked.

after cleaning up the bar you took the chance and confessed him

“yasuo, look, i really wanna say this now and probably i’ll never see you again so i wanna say that now. i… i have a crush on you… i really like you since you first came up here. i like your smile, laugh, eyes, when you’re flirting. everything about you makes me fall in love more and more time by time.. and i know that i’ll never see you again. if you reject me that’s okay-”

his lips were on yours. you were shocked. it lasted a minute and you felt like it lasted for a decade. his lips were soft and passionate.

“never thought that a girl would confess me.” he says while smiling “i really like you too. you thought that i will reject you?” while he poked your nose “i liked you since when i entered the bar. your eyes, smile and if you let me say it.. your body. you’re cute and funny and you understand me well enough and i really appreciate it. never thought that a person like you would stand by my side..”

“i love you” you said to him. he never heard this word ever before even his parents never said “i love you” to him. now how he is supposed to say it back?

“yasuo, you dont have to say that you love me back, your confession is good enough for me”

“love you too babe” you widened your eyes while he called you “babe”

“did you really called me… babe?”

he laughed “yes. what? is there a problem?”

you laughed “no it’s okay! at least i like it when you call me that.. your voice hypnotizes me”

he widened while his hand was on his neck “oh! it does?”

you giggled “yes”

“well will you be my… partner? is that how they saying it?”

you giggled again “yes is this is how you saying it and yes i will be your partner” while you hugged him.

he never felt so much love. he bit his lip and hugged you more tightly.

“you will leave ionia to continue your.. journey?” you looked up to him while his large hands was in your waist

“… nah i don’t think so… unless you wanna come with me. do you want to be on my side?”

“yes. like the wind.” you said while smiling

he smiled back “so you will be like a wind, always by my side.”

“yes.” you said

“then let’s go!” he grabbed your hand and you guys left. while starting a new page in both of your life’s. living in peace without no one else hurting you. you really admire him playing the flute while you hummed in the melodies and notes. sung together, traveling together and doing everything together. he was the perfect boyfriend and if not boyfriend, husband material. and then your life has been happily ever after. with the person you love and you will always love..

a/n hope you enjoyed it! 2 hours of writing it (; love u <3

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