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—She playfully overcompensates by drawing hearts on your chest with markers, then proudly shows them off like she just decorated a prized artifact. It’s silly but it works, because she’s showing you that your body can be fun, not something to be ashamed of.

—But if someone else mocks you? Oh. Oh no. Jinx becomes unhinged. There will be paint bombs… Possibly real bombs. The city might lose a building.

—At night, she sleeps curled into you, tracing lazy circles over your ribs, muttering sweet things.

—She likes to lie on top of you, head resting just between your breasts, arms and legs sprawled everywhere, and mumble,

“Y’know, if they were any bigger, I couldn’t do this.”

VI

—Vi gets it more than you think. Growing up in the Lanes, she never felt “feminine enough,” especially compared to the girls who got attention for their curves. She sees herself in your insecurity and doesn’t try to “fix” it, she just wants to help you see what she sees.

—Her response is casual affection with heavy emotional weight.

“You don’t need all that to be sexy. You’ve already got me starin’, haven’t you?”

—She actually finds smaller chests super attractive, especially when it comes to cuddling and sparring. She’s a tactile person, and your body against hers makes her feel calm in a way that nothing else does.

—She’s got a thing for your collarbones, that whole area where your chest begins and your neck curves into your shoulders. She’ll press slow kisses there when you least expect it.

—She’ll make comments when you’re changing or shirtless that sound teasing but are full of warmth:

“Damn, babe. You know that shirt only makes you look more hot?”

—She encourages you to wear whatever makes you feel good, not what anyone expects of you. If you want to wear loose hoodies? She steals them. If you want to go braless? She stares respectfully.

—If you let teasing you, She might pinch your side playfully and say: “I could never trade you for a bigger chest. You’re the whole package, sweetheart.”

CAITLYN

—Caitlyn notices your discomfort instantly. She’s observant, emotionally intuitive and deeply gentle when it comes to your body image issues.

—She never makes it a conversation about your chest. Instead, she compliments your posture, your poise, the way you hold yourself even when you’re unsure. She shifts the focus off what you lack and onto what you embody.

—When you confide in her about feeling inadequate, she takes your hand and says: “I was taught to value elegance, grace, and intelligence. You have all three and more.”

—Caitlyn is also fashion-savvy. If you feel insecure about certain clothes not “fitting right,” she takes you shopping to help you reclaim clothing as a form of showing off yourself. She shows you how to highlight your best features, shoulders, waist and collarbones without ever once implying you’re “missing” something.

—She will always let you set the pace. If you want to cover up or bare yourself fully, she respects your choice with a tender smile.

—She thinks your small chest gives your body a striking silhouette. She’s especially enchanted by the slope of your sternum, the gentle curve of your upper torso and how clothes drape on you.

—She kisses the dip between your breasts sometimes at the morning. That makes you feel worshipped.

JAYCE

—At first, Jayce might not catch on. Not because he doesn’t care, he just assumes you know you’re gorgeous. Once he realizes you’re self-conscious, he feels horrible that he didn’t catch it sooner.

—Expect a lot of emphatic, earnest affection. He’s not smooth about it either.

“Are you kidding me? You’re perfect. Like, sculpted-by-the-gods perfect.”

—Jayce thinks your small chest is adorable. He’s fascinated by how his hands span the whole area, how gentle he has to be, how perfectly you fit against him.

—He adores your chest in ways you wouldn’t expect. A casual arm around your shoulders becomes an opportunity for him to rest his hand lightly against you, not out of lust but out of comfort.

—He rests his head on your chest a lot and says it’s the best spot in the world. Your size means he’s close to your heart, literally.

—He always has been more a “curvy guy”, but Jayce finds your chest fascinating because… it’s yours, and he absolutely adores you. He likes how small it is under his large hands, how it fits perfectly beneath his palm.

VIKTOR

—Viktor is deliberate. Once he hears you speak negatively about your body, he doesn’t react, he listens. Then he says something between casual and poetry that makes you want to cry:

“Your body is your own. You owe no one symmetry or softness.”

—He doesn’t fetishize any part of you. He finds your intelligence, your sarcasm, your smile when you think no one’s looking to be far more enticing.

—He doesn’t sexualize your chest immediately after that. He admits he loves the way your chest moves when you breathe, the way it rises and falls during sleep. It grounds him.

—When he touches you, it’s always with permission. His hands linger not on places people typically find “sexy,” but over your sternum, your neck or your back. His quiet way of saying ‘this is beautiful too’.

—He might share that his own physical limitations have made him feel less-than, too. And that connecting with you makes him feel seen in ways no one else has.

—Viktor loves to kiss the subtle curves of your chest slowly, as though mapping you out, showing his appreciation without words.

SILCO

—Silco sees insecurity as vulnerability, but also as something intimate. When you reveal your feelings about your chest with reluctance, maybe shame, he listens in total silence.

—Silco is not drawn to showy things. He sees your small chest as an expression of control and poise. For him, a woman with presence as you doesn’t need embellishment.

—He doesn’t believe in flattery. What he offers instead is ritual devotion. When he undresses you, he does it slow and deliberately, like unwrapping a holy relic. He never rushes or gropes.

—Silco admires restraint. He tells you often that your frame is elegant, refined and sculptural. He runs a fingertip down your ribs like he’s sketching you in his mind.

—If anyone dares insult you as “you have an small pair”, Silco doesn’t threaten them, no, he makes them disappear.

—He likes to press kisses between your breasts, slow and worshipful, making you feel treasured.

EKKO

—Ekko’s first instinct is to make you laugh about it. Not in a dismissive way, more like:

“Small chest? That’s— Babe, you could dodge bullets with that build.”

—He’s not trying to invalidate your feelings, he just wants you to see your body the way he does.

—But when he realizes you’re genuinely hurting, he switches gears. He gives you quiet, unshakable support. He traces patterns on your sternum with grease-stained fingers and mutters:

“You think this is what makes you beautiful? It’s your heart underneath, not the packaging.”

—He’s super touchy in casual ways, arm slung over your shoulders, resting his head on your chest like it’s the best pillow in the world. It’s constant affirmation without even using words.

—If you ever get self-conscious in public, he leans in close and hugs you by the waist.

—When things get serious, his kisses are slow and deep along your chest, as if showing you that your body is perfect just as it is.

—He likes to rest his cheek against your chest and just listen. He closes his eyes and lets your heartbeat guide him, grounding him after a long day.

SEVIKA

—Sevika raises an eyebrow when you bring it up.

—She’s extremely pragmatic, but not unsentimental. She sees your body as functional, strong and efficient. That turns her on far more than any traditional standard.

—Sevika finds your small chest hot as hell while comparing his body with yours. She doesn’t say it sweetly, she says it bluntly like a fact.

“You’ve got that lean, cut look. Drives me crazy.”

—She’s very physically dominant in bed, but surprisingly soft outside of it. She’ll light your cigarette, fix your collar and tug you into her lap like you weigh nothing.

—If someone ever makes you feel less-than, Sevika doesn’t even rise to it. She gives you a look like “do you care of these ants?” And then punch them.

—She teases you sometimes: “Bet you think you’re too small. Baby, I’ve been around. Trust me, this is premium.”

—In moments of passion, she kisses every inch of your chest with a hunger that makes you feel desired and unstoppable.

MEL

—Mel is an aesthete. When she notices your self-doubt, she addresses it not with dismissal but with education. She talks about historical queens, marble sculptures, fine art, how many powerful women had bodies just like yours.

—She adores your chest. She sees sophistication in your shape and uses her painter’s eye to celebrate your angles: the line of your collarbone, the way fabric falls across your form, how your silhouette changes in candlelight.

—She buys you gowns and robes that highlight what she loves most, then watches as you start to carry yourself differently. And when you still feel insecure, she comes behind you in front of the mirror, kisses your shoulder.

—She doesn’t just want you to feel pretty. She wants you to feel like a work of art.

—She loves to dress you in plunging necklines not to show “cleavage” but to highlight the smooth planes of your chest

—When you have a bad day, Jinx won’t push you to be “normal.” Instead, she’ll build a little fortress around you with pillows and snacks.

—When you feel isolated by your illness, Jinx will blast your favorite songs and drag you out of your room for some reckless dancing.

—She sometimes fights her own guilt, feeling like she can’t protect you from an invisible enemy but she channels that into loyalty.

“You’re not broken. You are just… complicated. Like-Like me.”

VI

—Vi is fiercely protective and wants to fight whatever’s hurting you. When it’s your own body? She channels that fight into making your life easier.

—Carries you without asking if you’re too tired to walk. She loves lifting you anyway, so it’s a win-win.

—If your condition flares up, she’s there instantly: rubbing your back, holding your hand, asking what you need. She might not always know the medical stuff, but she learns and memorizes it.

—She makes light of things, but in a reassuring way. “Need a break? Good, I needed one too. Let’s sit down.”

—Vi hates seeing you try to “prove you’re fine” because it stresses her out.

“Look, it’s okay to say no. I’m not letting you do dumb stuff and end up hurting yourself.”

—Vi sometimes gets frustrated when your illness limits plans, but she never makes you feel guilty. Instead, she shifts gears and finds new ways to share time together.

—On rough days, she acts as your supervisor, shutting down anyone who questions your limits or doubts your struggles.

—She never treats you as fragile. She adapts without complaint.

CAITLYN

—Caitlyn approaches your health calmly. She reads up on your condition, asks insightful questions and is extremely competent.

—Schedules things around your good and bad days. Adjusts plans so subtly you barely notice until you realize she always has a backup plan if you’re not feeling well.

—But she’s also emotionally attuned. She notices the little signs: the slight twitch of your hand, your forced smile, the tension in your shoulders.

—When your symptoms worsen she is the one who stays level-headed, monitoring your breathing, offering water and gently encouraging you to rest.

—In stressful moments, she softly recites facts or stories to distract you, like a bedtime.

—On days when your symptoms flare unpredictably, Caitlyn’s normally steady and composed demeanor cracks just a little, her worry becoming more visible in the glances she gives you.

—She’ll draw you a bath with salts, sit beside you with a book, and hold your hand silently..

“You never need to apologize for what you can’t control. I’m not going anywhere.”

JAYCE

—Jayce wants to cure you. When he learns he can’t, it hits him hard.

—At first he throws himself into tech: designing tools, aids, gadgets to help with your mobility or energy management.

—But the best thing he builds? A daily routine where you feel supported.

—He wakes you gently, helps with anything physical, insists on proper meals and rest, even when you feel like “just pushing through.”

—He’s also the first to encourage you to be proud.

“You’re strong! Way stronger than them, and me! And that’s saying something.” With his “golden boy” smile.

—When you’re frustrated or ashamed, he cups your face. He likes to caress tout cheeks and says sweet things to you.

—He’s also careful to avoid pressuring you into “fixing” yourself, learning that recovery is messy and slow.

—He becomes your personal cheerleader in the small battles. Celebrating good days and comforting you through bad ones.

VIKTOR

—He understands more than anyone. Chronic illness, pain? He lives them.

—You never have to explain. When you’re in pain, he just reaches out like: “I know. I’m here.”

—Viktor knows the weight of illness, so he tries to anticipate what you’ll need before you ask. From preparing special diets to adjusting lighting.

—He experiments with his inventions to create adaptive devices that ease your pain or improve your daily comfort

—You take turns helping each other. Some days, you support him. Other days, he brings you tea and reads to you with his soft voice, both of you curled up under the same blanket.

—When you’re overwhelmed by your condition, Viktor helps you break it down, taking it one small step at a time.

—Viktor loves your mind. He never defines you by your illness. In fact, he admires your strength and resilience; it inspires him.

“Even on your worst days… I look at you, and I see hope.”

SILCO

—Silco is a control freak. Your health being unpredictable? It infuriates him. Not at you, but at the universe, at fate.

—He adapts by meticulously managing your environment. Safe housing, trained guards, the best medicine… You will never go without.

—When you’re in pain, he sits beside you like a statue, tense and still, holding your hand. “Tell me what to do. Anything.”

—He won’t sugarcoat things. But he will destroy anyone who treats you as lesser.

—When you feel like your illness is robbing you of control, Silco makes sure you always have a say in your care and choices.

—Silco fiercely guards your independence, refusing to let your health define you or limit your agency.

—Silco’s pride sometimes makes it hard for him to openly show tenderness. But in private, he is attentive, memorizing exactly how you like your pillows arranged or how your medication affects you.

“Rest, my love. I’ll carry this city for both of us.”

EKKO

—Ekko reacts like a mix of big brother and best friend: worried but playful, kind but stubborn.

—He keeps you moving emotionally. When you’re down, he makes you laugh, pulls you outside to sit under the stars, tells you stories of wild inventions or old memories.

—He doesn’t hover, but he checks in.

“What’s your energy like today? Want to chill or adventure?”

—He builds tools or timers to help with your meds or pacing.

—He’s great at making medical routines less tedious. Turning exercises or stretches into challenges or games you do together.

—He’s a good listener, encouraging you to vent or be silent as you need.

—After a rough day, he might carry you to a favorite quiet spot and say:

“You’re not weak, okay? Needing help doesn’t make you any less badass. Look at me. I need you.”

SEVIKA

—Sevika’s love language is actions. You’re tired? She scoops you up. You’re hurting? She pulls you close and growls at anyone who stares.

—She doesn’t ask many questions, but she listens. If you tell her something helps, she remembers forever.

—She’ll carry your meds in her coat, adapt her routines to yours and threaten your doctors if they don’t treat you right.

—She understands the frustration of limits and bad days, but her approach is “push when you can, rest when you must”, no shame.

—She’ll push you to rest even if you’re stubborn, because she knows pushing too hard can hurt you more.

—Her affection is quiet: a hand on your thigh, a nod across the room, the way she opens doors or lights your cigarette when your hands shake.

—When you feel overwhelmed or guilty about needing support, she shuts down those feelings with simple truths:

“You fight every day. You don’t need to prove shit to anyone.”

MEL

—Mel excels at creating comfort. Soft lighting, medical staff at your fingertips, but also emotional intelligence.

—She reads your face like an open book. “You’re smiling, but your fingers are trembling. Sit, let me take care of you.”

—Mel often surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts that support your health: an elegant pillbox, a silk eye mask or a custom journal to track how you’re feeling.

—She loves to create rituals of self-care with you. Maybe a warm bath, reading poetry together or quiet mornings with coffee and soft music.

—When you struggle with feelings of inadequacy or guilt about your health, Mel gently reminds you of your worth and strength, often comparing you to something beautiful but complex like a rare flower or a finely crafted painting because… Well, she is Mel.

—She’s patient during your hard days and celebrates your good ones, throwing small private “victory” moments where you both toast.

Fully intended on cleaning up after coming back from the forge but then he saw you on the bed, riding that huge as fuck dildo and he was jealous. Yes, jealous of a sex toy, because you were riding it instead of him while he had important work to do. It really wasn't fair if you ask him.

He pulled you against his body, still covered with sweat and soot and grime, his cock threatening to break through his pants. There was already a large stain forming on the front, proof of how horny, desperate and pissed off he was at you right now, but then again you were a lot more desperate, weren't you?

With his hands he made sure you stayed pressed up against him while he kept rutting against you. By now his pants were a soaked mess, not entirely from him either, from your pussy all but taunting him, urging him to fuck it raw and to not stop until you were both too sore to move.

"Know that I've been working a lot lately, babe, but I didn't think you'd go fuck a sex toy rather than wait for me. That hurts my feelings you know? Are you gonna be a good girl and make it up to me, are you gonna let me have what I want right now, what you also want? When I'm done you're gonna be too fucked out to even think about using any sex toys for a while."

The workshop he worked in wasn't soundproof. He should really look into getting that done because the amount of times he's had to keep quiet it getting out of hand. But he could also say the same for you, it was even more difficult for you, especially after you riled him up enough.

As the leader of the Firelights he had a certain image he needed to uphold, an image that crumbled under your touch so easily. Under your lips, the warm tightness of your throat, the teasing lick of your tongue, the slightly too firm grasp of your hand against the bottom of his cock, controlling his orgasm.

That smug cum-stained smile on your face had to go before he let you leave his workshop. Ekko wasn't embaressed by the fact that you sucked him off and made him come, he was determined to return the favor. Yes, he needed to make it discreet but he was too horny to wait.

You were wiping down the worn wooden counter, a few stray grains of sugar from the conchas (Mexican sweet bread rolls) you had just arranged catching the light. The brass bell over the door jingled, and you looked up to see a tall man stepping inside, shaking droplets of rain from his coat. His gaze flickered over the menu, but something about the way he hesitated felt more like a man searching for something than just a drink.

“Buenos días, caballero (Good morning, gentleman),” you said with a warm smile, sliding a cup of café de olla (traditional Mexican cinnamon coffee) across the counter before he’d even ordered. The steam curled between you like a small invitation.

He blinked, caught off guard, but smiled. “Thank you… I didn’t expect something so fragrant.”

“It’s a family recipe,” you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “My abuela (grandmother) taught me. Said coffee isn’t just a drink, it’s a way to share love and memories.”

He took a slow sip, the cinnamon and sweetness settling on his tongue. “It’s… grounding. Like a taste of home.”

You nodded, feeling a quiet pride swell in your chest. “That’s why I opened this place, to bring a little piece of my culture here, in Piltover.”

The man, Jayce, looked thoughtful. “It’s refreshing to find someone so connected to their roots. You remind me that there’s strength in holding on to where you come from.”

You smiled, the café’s warmth wrapping around you both like a soft embrace. “And you remind me sometimes it’s okay to pause and enjoy those little things, like good coffee and good company.”

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Two days later, the bell chimed again. Jayce stepped inside, sleeves rolled up, a faint trace of grease on his hands betraying the long hours spent in his workshop. You greeted him with a tray of pan dulce, sweet breads dusted with sugar and sometimes filled with cream or chocolate.

“Busy day?” you asked, setting the tray down.

“Non-stop,” he sighed, settling at his usual spot by the window. “But this place… it’s the calm I didn’t know I needed.”

You smiled, pouring two glasses of horchata , its cool cinnamon flavor a welcome contrast to the warmth of the café.

“You remember everything,” he said, lifting a glass.

You grinned. “Of course, it’s personal now.”

He reached across the table, brushing your hand gently. “You have a way of making Piltover feel less like a machine and more like… home.”

By the third visit, Jayce’s quiet admiration was impossible to miss. You caught him watching you as you worked the counter, the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, how your voice softened with little Spanish phrases when you spoke to customers or teased him.

One afternoon, as you slid a fresh concha across the counter, you said teasingly, “You know, caballero (gentleman), I’m starting to think you’re using caffeine as an excuse to flirt.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And I’m starting to think you’re spoiling me.”

“Maybe I am,” you smiled. “But it’s easy when you’re this charming.”

Jayce grinned, eyes twinkling. “Careful, chica (girl), or I might have to stay longer.”

The afternoon light slanted through the windows, and Jayce’s fingers brushed yours across the table.

“Sabes (you know),” he said softly, “I don’t usually let myself get distracted like this. But with you, it feels diferente (different). Easy.”

Your heart fluttered. “Jayce…”

He smiled warmly. “Would you want to salir conmigo (go out with me)? Not just coffee aquí (here), but maybe dinner? Somewhere you pick.”

You nodded, joy swelling inside. “Me encantaría (I would love that).”

He squeezed your hand gently. “Porque siento que esto es solo el comienzo (Because I feel like this is just the beginning).”

—Calls you her “walking bomb” or “sparkplug” in the most affectionate way.

—If your magic has destructive potential, she’s one of the few people not scared of you. But that can be dangerous, because she’ll push you to go further.

—Secretly admires the control it takes to wield magic when her own inventions often blow up in her face.

VI

—At first, she’s a little suspicious. She’s seen how power can corrupt in Zaun.

—Once she realizes you’re trustworthy, she becomes fiercely protective of you even though you’re clearly capable of defending yourself.

—She loves watching you use magic in a fight but still insists on jumping in to throw punches.

“I’m not gonna just stand there while you do all the work.”

—If your magic takes a physical toll, she’ll scold you for overdoing it and force you to rest.

—Loves seeing you use small magic casually (fixing things, cooking); it makes her smile even when she’s pretending not to be impressed.

—Trains with you sometimes just so you can both stay sharp. She’s competitive but loves seeing you win.

—If Piltover authorities give you trouble for your abilities, she’ll happily punch a few enforcers to make the problem go away.

—Secretly finds small uses of magic (like lighting your way in Zaun’s alleys) incredibly romantic.

CAITLYN

—Intrigued rather than afraid. She wants to understand your abilities from a tactical angle.

—In combat, she immediately starts planning strategies around your skills: “If you can block their escape, I’ll take the shot.”

—She’s proud to show you off in Piltover high society, though she’s careful about who knows. Magic tends to draw unwanted attention.

—If your powers are illegal or frowned upon, she’ll quietly bend the rules to protect you.

—She’s always asking polite questions: “Does it tire you out? Can you sense hextech?”

—Sometimes asks you to enchant her rifle or bullets. But in subtle ways, to avoid suspicion.

—She’s fascinated by how your magic interacts with Hextech and will discuss theory with you over tea for hours.

—If you ever accidentally damage something in Piltover with a spell, she handles it with grace:

“We’ll smooth this over. Just… maybe no fireballs at dinner parties, love.”

JAYCE

—Totally fascinated. Wants to study your magic and compare it to hextech.

—Wants to run tests. All the tests. On everything. Even if you just wanted to make his coffee stir itself.

—Might annoy you with constant questions: “What’s your power source? Can you replicate that? Is it scalable?”

—He respects raw talent but believes tech should complement magic. He might design you custom tools to enhance your abilities.

—A bit competitive if your magic outshines his inventions in combat.

“Not that I’m jealous, but… okay, I’m a little jealous.”

—If magic puts you at risk, he becomes protective in an overbearing way, insisting on safety measures.

—Occasionally (if he can) boasts about you to Piltover’s council:

“Yeah, my partner can do that. No big deal.”

—100% he’ll give you a tech nickname with the element your magic interact the most.

VIKTOR

—Sees your magic as proof that human potential isn’t limited to machines.

—Wants to learn everything about how it works, but never in a way that makes you feel like a test subject.

—He knows how people exploit what they don’t understand. He would quietly threaten or bribe anyone who tried to harm or study you without permission.

—If your powers stem from something dangerous (like mutation or experimentation), he sympathizes deeply and treats you as an equal, not a curiosity.

—He might even collaborate with you to merge magic with technology for humanitarian purposes.

—Likes hearing how you feel your magic.

—If people call you dangerous, he’s the first to defend you.

“Power is not the problem. Misuse is.”

—When you’re tired from spellwork he’ll gently insist you rest, often staying up with you just to keep you company.

—Late-night talks about the philosophy of power and whether humans should push their limits (he loves these conversations with you).

SILCO

—Pragmatic about it. He sees your magic as a weapon, an asset and something to protect.

—He views your powers purely as strength. And strength should be respected, not feared.

—Makes sure no one in Zaun dares to exploit you. Your safety is his responsibility now.

—If your magic is flashy, he keeps it hidden from Piltover until the right moment to use it.

—If your powers are volatile, he’s one of the few who doesn’t flinch.

“Control it, or it will control you.”

—Might ask you to demonstrate your abilities for strategic purposes, though he never pressures you to use them if you don’t want to.

—Always has a plan for how you’ll deploy your abilities if a fight breaks out.

—If Piltover authorities come sniffing around, he’ll handle it. Your secret is safe with him.

—If your magic ever harms you physically, he’s quietly furious. Not at you, but at the world that made you rely on it. He’ll sit with you while you recover smoking in silence, one hand resting on yours.

EKKO

—Thinks your powers are amazing, especially if they can help Zaun.

—Also, he admires you for being proof that Zaunites can do extraordinary things without Piltover’s help.

“They don’t get to own you or your power.”

—Wants to know if your magic can be taught or shared. His mind immediately goes to how it could help people survive.

—If your magic is flashy, he’ll cheer you on like it’s a show. If it’s subtle, he’ll still admire it for how versatile it is.

—Loves combining your magic with his gadgets. Together, you two come up with crazy inventions and maneuvers.

—If your powers are dangerous, he helps you find safe places in Zaun to practice where no one can get hurt.

—He’s good at pulling you back if you overextend yourself: “Hey, don’t burn yourself out. We need you.”

—He brings snacks or water whenever you practice magic, because he knows you forget to take breaks.

SEVIKA

—Not impressed by power alone. She respects what you do with it.

—Once you prove you’re not just a show-off, she treats you like any other ally.

—Loves how your magic can turn the tide in a fight, but she still trusts her own blade and arm more.

—If your magic backfires, she’s the type to pick you up and carry you without asking, grumbling: “You weigh more than you look.” Then she sits with you until you wake up, acting like she’s not worried.

—If people in Zaun try to hassle you, she’ll make it very clear you’re under her protection.

—Rarely asks questions, but she’s always paying attention to how you use your abilities.

“So, you’ve got tricks. Don’t get cocky.”

—Secretly reassured by having a partner who can protect themselves, though she’ll still step in first if trouble comes.

—She’ll test how well your spells work in real combat, even letting you hit her prosthetic arm to measure impact.

MEL

—The first time seeing your magic, she smiled with genuine admiration. “It’s… beautiful. Dangerous, but beautiful.”

—Sees you as both an ally and an art form. She loves how magic can be beautiful as well as powerful.

—If you’re injured by overuse, she tends to you herself rather than calling a servant, brushing your hair back.

—She’ll host private gatherings just to watch you perform small displays of your abilities, treating them like masterpieces.

—In fact, she loves intimate displays: candle flames dancing for her, illusions spun just to amuse.

—Politically, she understands the danger of people knowing what you can do and will make sure you’re shielded from exploitation.

—She’s endlessly curious about whether magic can be guided: “Is it willpower or does it have a will of its own?”

—Sometimes she copies you on purpose like talking to herself or squealing over little things because she knows it makes you laugh.

—Underneath her manic humor, she understands it’s a coping mechanism and quietly watches to make sure you’re really okay.

—When you start acting extra silly under pressure, she doesn’t call you out. Instead, she matches your energy to keep you from feeling exposed and ask later when you calm down.

—Loves sneaking up behind you when you’re talking to yourself and joining in.

VI

—She finds your energy adorable and… a little exhausting.

—In nostalgic days, she would mutter to herself:“You’re like Powder but taller.”

—When you bounce around asking for affection, she pretends to resist then just grabs you and holds you against her chest until you calm down.

—Specially loves to tease you with a “no kisses for you” act only to pin you down and smother you in affection.

—Adores how you bring lightness to her life; Zaun taught her to grow up too fast and you remind her what fun looks like.

—If you talk to yourself she’ll grin and go, “You better not be talkin’ trash about me.”

—Secretly buys you more plushies or cute pins whenever she finds them. Never admits it, just tosses them at you like it’s no big deal.

—She’s protective if someone mistakes your playfulness for weakness.

“They don’t get talk down that to you. Ever.”

—Keeps an eye on your self-soothing habits. If you fidget with a plushie or hum to yourself, she’ll gently slide a hand over yours or rest her head on your shoulder.

CAITLYN

—At first, she’s puzzled. Piltover society taught her to be composed at all times, so your giddy affection is… new.

—But she secretly adores it. Your joy feels refreshing after years of duty and formality.

—When your voice goes high for kisses, she’ll blush, look around to see if anyone’s watching then lean in and kiss you softly.

—She notices the difference between “happy childish” and “nervous coping childish” immediately and gently checks in: “Everything alright, love?”

—She handles it delicately in public, playing along so you don’t feel called out. Later in private, she asks softly.

—Caitlyn actually gets into your trinket-decorated outfits. She’ll help you pick pieces that make a matching aesthetic.

—She’ll never let anyone make you feel silly for it. Her subtle glares shut people up fast.

—If you talk to yourself in public, she’ll subtly act like she’s participating in your “conversation” to make you feel comfortable.

JAYCE

—Thinks it’s adorable but can’t help teasing you: “What are you, five? … Don’t give me that look, come here.”

—At first he might miss the subtle signs, thinking your silliness is just… you.

—Once he realizes it’s a coping mechanism, he takes it seriously and can get overprotective, even frustrated at himself for not noticing sooner.

—He’s super affectionate in return and lifts you off the ground when you get giddy and spins you around.

—If you collect plushies or little charms, he’ll try to make a hextech one that lights up.

—Loves how your joy balances his tendency to overwork and take things too seriously.

—When your voice rises in octaves, he’s instantaneously drawn in for exaggerated kisses.

—If you talk to yourself, he’ll jokingly join the conversation: “Oh? And what did other you have to say about that?”

—Likes helping you redirect your energy. He’ll pull you away from crowds, take you for a walk or distract you with hands-on projects.

—Gets irrationally mad if anyone mocks you.

“They’re just happy, leave them alone.”

VIKTOR

—At first, he doesn’t quite know what to do with your energy but it grows on him quickly.

—Your childish affection is one of the few things that pulls him out of long working sessions.

—If your voice rises asking for affection, he’ll smile faintly, push his work aside and say “Come here, then” (inside he’s melting).

—He might not squeal back, but when you raise your voice for kisses he just leans down immediately.

—Quietly gifts you little trinkets he finds (bolts, gears, shiny scraps) because he knows you’ll squeal over them.

—If you give him a charm or plush, he keeps it on his desk.

—If your childishness is masking stress, he’s gentle.

—He’s very attuned to small changes in people. The moment your playfulness feels off, he notices but instead of calling it out directly, he gives you gentle openings.

“You seem… extra animated today. Is something troubling you?”

—If you talk to yourself he might answer softly as if you’re having a dialogue with him.

—The sight of you decorating yourself with plushies makes him laugh under his breath, which is rare.

SILCO

—He doesn’t do “cute”… but he does do “yours.”

—Outwardly he’ll sigh and shake his head at your antics, but inwardly he finds your lightness attractive in this world.

—If you raise your voice for kisses he’ll pretend to ignore you for about three seconds then give in with a quiet kiss on the temple.

—Silco rarely initiates public displays of affection, but in private if you raise your voice in that high, sweet “kiss me” way, he’ll sigh like you’re inconveniencing him… then immediately lean down to give you what you want.

—Makes sure you’re safe wearing your playful outfits in Zaun.

“People will think you’re soft. Let them. They’ll find out otherwise.”

—If you crawl into his lap during a meeting, he doesn’t push you away. Though the person across from him suddenly finds themselves very, very nervous.

—When you get excited over something small, like spotting a shiny coin or a new trinket at the market, he actually slows down to let you admire it.

—Notices immediately if you’re masking pain or fear with childish behavior. His response is protective: “Tell me who hurt you.”

—He doesn’t collect trinkets, but he’ll clear a space on his desk for yours without a word.

EKKO

—Absolutely eats this up. He’s just as excitable when you’re happy.

—If you bounce around, he bounces with you. If you squeal, he squeals right back. You are a cute couple.

—Often incorporates your trinkets into his inventions for fun, like adding tiny charms that jingle when gadgets move. He proudly wears them during missions sometimes just to make you laugh.

—When you talk to yourself, he’ll sneak up and go,

“Who you talkin’ to? … They sound smart.”

Or a: “Wow, that guy sounds handsome, you should kiss him.”

—Will spontaneously tickle or swing you around if you get giddy over small things.

—Likes to make you burn energy with him with movement, as skating or crafting.

—He’s the type to humor every high-pitched “kiss me!” request immediately and dramatically.

—He’ll chase away anything that dampens your mood or mocks your behavior.

—If your childishness masks fear, he’s quick to notice. He’ll gently sit you down and make a motivational talk.

SEVIKA

—Acts completely unamused.

“Really? You’re whining for kisses now?” but secretly she adores it.

—Gives in to your high-pitched affection demands with an eye-roll and a kiss to shut you up.

—Or she’ll smirk whenever you get whiny for affection but always gives in eventually.

“Fine. But only one kiss.” (It’s never just one.)

—If you decorate yourself in plushies or trinkets, she doesn’t say anything… but you catch her subtly straightening them so they sit right.

—If you chatter or squeal in public, she acts like she doesn’t notice but stands guard to make sure no one bothers you.

—If anyone in Zaun calls you soft, she’ll put them in the hospital.

—She’s especially good at reading when your childishness is covering stress.

“Drop the act. What’s wrong?”

—If you’re openly affectionate in public, she maintains a stern facade but feels proud and protective inside.

—Though she’ll never admit it, she likes how you make her feel less like a weapon and more like a person.

MEL

—She’s effortlessly charmed.

—If your voice goes high demanding affection, she’ll humor you with a little smile and give you exactly what you want even if she’s in the middle of a political meeting.

“Excuse me one moment.”

—She finds your plushies and trinkets endearing, and sometimes commissions jewelers to make ones that suit your style.

—She’ll happily kneel down to help you rearrange plushies on your outfit

—Loves watching you get excited over little things. She’ll set up surprises just to see your reaction.

—In public, she frames your affection as confidence, not immaturity.

Her quiet: “They’re full of life, isn’t it beautiful?”disarms any critics.

—If your childish behavior masks stress, she notices instantly and responds with warmth and zero judgment.

—She’ll sit beside you, brushing your hair while you chatter away.

You leaned on the railing of the mezzanine above, grinning. “If I have to choose between warped blueprints and breathing actual oxygen instead of cold machine grease, I pick oxygen every time.”

Jayce raised his free hand in surrender, but Viktor didn’t even look up from the sketchbook as he penciled a correction into the margin. “The prototype housing is wrong here,” he murmured to himself. “We will need an entirely different alloy…”

“Breakfast first, genius,” Jayce interrupted, setting his mug down with a soft clink and walking over to him. “You haven’t eaten, have you?”

Viktor tilted his head in mild annoyance, curls falling in his eyes. “I had tea.”

“That’s not food,” you called down as you descended the stairs, still in your socks. “And no, nutrient paste doesn’t count either.”

Jayce shot you an approving grin, as if you were co-conspirators in a campaign to keep Viktor alive. Viktor only sighed and let Jayce herd him toward the far counter where you’d balanced a plate of toast and eggs.

The three of you ended up perched on stools around the workbench, eating from mismatched plates while the hum of the Hexcore and the faint smell of solder filled the room. Jayce kept leaning into you when he laughed, broad shoulder warm against yours while Viktor kept swatting crumbs off his schematics with impatient little motions.

After breakfast, you found yourself on the floor with Viktor, both of you tightening bolts on a new stabilizer casing while Jayce tinkered with the gear assembly overhead. A melody drifted from the gramophone, one of Viktor’s old Piltover waltzes, and at some point Jayce jumped down from the mezzanine, landing with a thunk.

“Test run complete,” he announced, clearly fishing for praise. “And look, no sparks this time!”

You clapped theatrically while Viktor gave him a thin, approving smile. “Your standards are alarmingly low,” Viktor said dryly, “but… well done.”