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"So you want me to fall?"

"I want you to do what's best for you. If that involves you becoming a demon? Dearest mine, do so."

This was... a lot to think about. She didn't want to think. It was so much easier on the battlefield. She could have just stayed there... that would make her happy. At least, that'd make her happy enough. To stave off this wave of existential crisis, she drank the rest of her cup, as well as Lulu's once offered it.

"Did I expose him to too much?" Poppy mumbled, the effect of the 'joy' tea gone as quickly as it came. "I don't want to hurt him."

"Oh, he'll be fine. But it seems like you have an admirer!" Lulu cooed, whistling in delight. "He keeps saying how cute you are. Was he babbling like that before, too?"

"Yeah... I... it's weird, isn't it? I've never been called pretty, honestly. Gallant, powerful, solemn, stalwart... just... not pretty. It's a nice feeling. Does Veigar call you pretty?"

"And many other names of a kind sort of love. And you want to know a secret?" Lulu leaned in Poppy's ear, purring. "I have so much pride that I was the one that he chose over anyone else in our Runeterra. Every name just makes me even happier with myself."

"And you don't feel... bad for it? Truth be told I.. uhm, I'm not, I'm not sure I'm comfortable being called... 'pretty'. I don't think a man that's twitching on the ground and feeble is on the right state of mind to call one 'pretty'. What if he saw me as something else?"

"How about we ask him when he wakes up?" A reassuring nod, wich Poppy also agreed with. "He should be a bit more stable by then."

A small guest room, usually reserved to their more savory customers, now housing a mumbling madman who a few hours ago was bleeding from his eyes and singing praises in tongues yet to be learned by mortals. Shelves filled with exotic spices, potions, and manuscripts, a bed made out of wood found in lands to the east, even more so than Ionia. Nothing at all belonged to Bandle, let alone the Continent of Valoran... a truly alien place, even if there was a comforting sense of familiarity there. At least for Poppy.

The room was dark when his consciousness returned, but even with half-blind eyes, he could see the precious light. He stuck a hand out to it.

Poppy blinked, staring at the hand with confusion, before remembering the gesture Tristana and Teemo did so ofter.

She held his hand.

"Amor..."

Lulu stared at the Angel, eyes wide and glassy, holding her breath. The house, the whole forest, holding their breaths in unison.

There was a moment of hesitation.

"...Yes?"

The mechanic rolled to his side, and for a moment it seemed like he would get up...

... before retching his guts out. Almost literally, as he emptied everything and then some that were inside him. And finally passed out once again, clutching his belly and moaning in pain.

"I..." She needed a moment to take all that in. "I-I thought... he was... he was better?"

"He isn't dead! Though now I need to clean this stuff. Give me a day or two, he'll be able to talk like a sane person then. I'll keep tabs on what he says about you." Lulu purred, but after wiping away most of the content Rumble retched on her, she crossed her arms.

"I am not going to abandon him. He is my... my... duty."

A glance from Lulu was what it took to make her melt.

"We may talk about it later. For now just... just take care of him. I-I'll help with the mess." Poppy scrambled away in search of a broom, while Lulu pulled a piece of cloth from under her hat and got to work. Where did it come from? Who knew. Man, that hat was useful.

By the time Poppy was back with a shovel in hands, the room was already cleaned, and the only odd thing, besides everything else in that house, was Lulu snorting some kind of green powder.

"Do I dare..?"

"EEP! No, don't worry. Just, you create a dependence, and before you know you can't feel anything anymore. Oohoho! This one kicked in quick. I am not well." For some reason, the prospect of feeling sick made Lulu... happy? She walked away, going to the kitchen to make something to immediately make herself feel better.

Man, mages were weird.

Ignoring the odd woman, Poppy took a chair from the kitchen and sat down, holding his hands.

"Please wake up soon."

A week had passed.

Lulu was finishing up washing the dishes, whistling a tune alien to Poppy's ears.

It was hard, having to leave the house, the woods, and report to the Council that her job was going well, only with a few 'unforseen issues' that were being dealt with 'as soon as possible!'. They were already doubting her, threatening to send her to Brand for a check-up. Every day she didn't bring either soul in was a day of worrying more. Did she really want to end up in Limbo? Forever forced to hammer steel and bone into shape for her superiors? Worse, be an angel of Purification, being stripped of every sensation other than pure zealous... well, she would say glory, but the more time she spent with these Yordles, the more she realized... 'fury' would describe them better.

And yet there was still something telling her to go back into the fold.

She chose not to share those issues with Lulu, even if the Sorceress could sense it.

"Poppy." The scrawny voice hissed, and the Repenter got up in a jump. Lulu's melody broke into giggling as she heard the armored giantess running to the room.

And there he was, dumbfounded and weirded out as ever.

"She's he... oh... oh..." It was impossible to not smile, for both of them. Veigar raised his hands in the air, chuckling as he walked to his own spouse, closing the door behind him and leaving the two together.

"...Yeah. I-I've been here a while, actually."

"I'm sorry for... y'know, being an idiot and... yeah."

Poppy blinked. "You're apologizing. For me. Almost killing you?"

Before he could answer, his head was resting against her soft chest, armor dissipating like it was made out of dust, Arclight sprinkling around her. "No no no, my little... my... Rumble. You're still warm."

His cheeks were bright red under his fur, and he was desperately trying to hide a boner. She smelled of gardens freshly bathed in rain. She was so cold, draining the horrible heat that was plaguing him. Her arms were so strong. "I-I've... I'm.. still uh... still... fever. It's just a fever. D-dumb yordle stuff."

"Stop saying that. Please." Her chin rested on top of his head, staring at texts in languages forbidden by the Heavens above, lost in a swarm of emotions she had barely any experiences with. "But tell me of one thing. I beg you."

"Y-yeah?"

"Did you truly mean it? Or were you simply mad by--"

Rumble pushed her away, pulling the pillow he had been sleeping on over his crotch. "Yeah uh, a-about... I... uhhh..."

"It is ok if you say you did not. Truly! I respect your choice. But I must have a concrete answer. I beg you."

"... is it going to make my hand flare up like I'm sticking it on boiling oil?"

She held his left hand with both of her own, resting her forehead against his. "I promise it will not."

"I... I can't stop thinking about it, really. I mean, I, look, I... sh...should I say everything?"

"I won't force you to. But... I'd like your thoughts, yes."

"... then I'll say... you were fucking beautiful." He winced in preparation for a pain that never came and slowly continued. "I... I've never seen anything that pretty. Like, you know, yeah, I like weird stuff. I know that much. But you were always.. really pretty? There was a reason I was hitting... uh, flirting with you ever since we met, y'know?"

"You were?" Poppy looked at the verge of tears, and the runt couldn't tell if they were of joy or sadness.

"... yeah."

His question was answered with a strong grip on his hands, followed by giggling.

"Rumble. Would... would you mind not seeing that? Anymore, I mean."

"You're... letting us go?" There was a hint of pain in his voice.

"I'm making sure I can't."

His confusion was visible, and as she let go of his hands, he let out a whimper. It wasn't burning, but... he longed for her touch once again. Already.

"I'm a fool." He giggled, taking the pillow off his lap and burying his face in it.

Lulu didn't seem to notice Poppy at first, continuing to talk about how the moss wasn't growing as healthy as it usually did this time of year. It took Veigar growling to finally make the Sorceress pick up who was sharing the kitchen with them.

"Oh! My dear! How are yo--"

"I want to fall."

Lulu's jaw hung open in the syllable she was cut off on, and even Veigar's veil faded as he lost all concentration, half-blind eyes staring wide at her.

"Uh.. Miss?" Poppy waved her hand in front of Lulu, who blinked before slowly catching herself.

"I... wow, you know, I really didn't think I had any more surprises ever since Veigar said yes. This is... exciting! You really mean that?"

"It means I will be like the Incubi, yes?"

"We can deal with your paperwork! But, you know... you know what that implies, yeah?"

"I don't. I don't care. I will have Rumble, won't I? Then it is settled."

A few minutes passed, and now Rumble was sitting on Poppy's lap still looking rather confused by everything. Veigar fumbled furiously through a tome that exhaled the smell of sweat and burnt wood, Lulu scrambling for materials. Candles, jewels, flowers...

"Just, just tell us how."

They both stopped what they were doing, once again confused.

"RUMBLE!" Lulu spoke, dropping the materials on their table, palms extended to him like she was showing something off. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO! DO IT! THAT'S THE WAY! It won't be pretty, but it's what she wants! And do it away from here, otherwise, it'll be a whooole messier process! Go, go have fun!"

The mechanic's cheeks flushed, and Poppy stared at him. "Junkyard?"

"Yeah, t-to the junkyard. Yeah."

They walked there, hands held, the mortal's heart pounding with excitement, and a smile in the Angel's face that no threat of punishment could harm.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Rumble buried his face on his hands as he realized what he had for his first experience with Poppy.

A confused smile in her face appeared, staring at the old, dirty Rumble used for resting. "What's wrong?"

"I... t... w-well, you'd have to lay there, but.." He turned around, walking away very slowly. Would Tristana lend her bed for them? He couldn't just ta--

"Rumble. My Yordle."

He turned around and on the dirty cloth, Poppy laid, waiting. "This is yours, correct?"

"... yeah..."

"Then it is more than I could ever want." A pain on her chest started to grow, but she ignored it. "Come."

He was a mumbling, quivering mess as he got naked, and Poppy followed suit, the shirt and pants she wore fading away.

"What now?" It was comical, the two-feet tall fuzzball trying to find a comfortable place between Poppy's legs, this amazon with a figure built for war as much as it was made for desire. A treasure hidden under valuable materials, that were worth nothing compared to her.

It was useless. He could find no way for it to fit, and was starting to regret even feeling that way for her. She probably didn't even want it. Was this just her being nice? A trap? He was almost in the verge of tears. This isn't what he wanted. What he thought would happen, moments ago.

And all his paranoia faded as she kissed his cheek, a very cold, uncomfortable kiss, followed by a hand in his shoulder. "It might be easier for me to do it. Yes?"

He couldn't speak. He didn't dare stutter anymore, at least not now. He didn't want to ruin it. This time he wanted it. He wanted it for real. He needed her. More than any girl or guy he had in bed before. It felt like his chest would burst.

And as she sat on his lap, staring down at him, she whispered very softly. "And now, my love?"

"I... y-your... between your legs. Is it wet?"

"...The hole?"

"Ye... yes, the, the hole."

She touched it, cheeks glowing a soft waxy yellow. "It feels nice to the touch.. why does it need to be wet?"

He sighed, squirming away from beneath her. "L-lay down again, I'll, I... I'll make it wet. I-I'll try to. Otherwise it'l hurt and... I... I'm..."

"Shhh. Do what you must. I don't understand this. Please do not feel pressured. We’re both going to spend a lot of time together, yes? Then, please. Don’t be afriad.”

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