#ekko fluff

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

Ekko knelt at the edge of the bed, his warm palms gliding along the soft skin of your thighs, gripping them just hard enough to leave a memory of his touch. The dim light in the room cast shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the glint of his piercing eyes as they stayed fixed on you.

“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His thumbs rubbed slow, circular patterns against your clit, his grip tightening every time your hips squirmed in anticipation.

Your breathing hitched as he leaned forward, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, and a soft whimper escaped your lips.

“Patience, babe,” he teased, his breath hot against you. “Let me take my time with you.” His mouth trailed higher, each kiss more deliberate than the last, until his lips hovered just above your folds. Your body ached for him, the desire building with every second of his teasing.

When he finally pressed his mouth against them, the sensation felt amazing. A gasp tore from your lips as his tongue moved expertly, his pace unhurried yet devastatingly precise. He licked a slow, deliberate stripes, his tongue flattening against you before flicking upwards, and the soft wet, sounds filled the room.

“Fuck…” you slightly moaned, your hands clutching the sheets as your hips bucked involuntarily.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “Stay still for me,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. His hands slid below your thighs linked his fingers together. He pressed his hands into your stomach, firmly holding against the mattress. “I’ve got you.”

His fingers joined afterwhile, one sliding inside you with ease, curling just right to find that perfect spot. The squelching noise that followed was hot, your arousal coating his fingers as he moved them in rhythm with his tongue.

“God, you’re so wet,” he muttered, his tone laced with admiration and desire. “You sound delicious, babe.”

Your head tipped back, a series of breathless moans escaping you as his movements became more insistent. The pace of his fingers, the kisses his mouth left, and the firm grip on your thighs had you trembling beneath him.

“Ekko, I—”

He looked up at you, his chin glistening, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you are begging for me,” he said, his voice full of playful dominance.

Your legs tried to close instinctively at the overwhelming sensation, but his grip tightened, keeping you wide open for him. He pinned your thighs down with a possessive strength, his fingers digging into your thighs just enough to leave marks.

“Uh-uh,” he chided, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “Please stay still.” The wet slurping noises grew louder as he added another finger, the sensation of being stretched and filled making your body arch against his hold. His tongue moved in tandem, swirling and flicking in a way that had you crying out his name.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at his locks as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. “Ekko, please, I’m—” You began to push his head deeper into you trying to make yourself come faster.

“Not yet,” he cut you off, his voice dripping with authority. He pressed his fingers deeper inside of you, curling them perfectly as his tongue focused on your clit. "You'll get your chance to come."

Your thighs trembled under his strong grip, the tightness in your core building to an almost unbearable peak. Each movement of his tongue and fingers sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, the wet sounds echoing in the room showing just how completely he had unraveled you.

"Please"" you whimpered, your voice trembling as you teetered on the edge. "I can't-"

"Just a little more," he urged, his pace quickening. You could now hear him slurping all of your juices as you tried to hold it in. His grip on your thighs tightened even further, his nails digging into your thighs as he held you exactly where he wanted you. "I want you come all over my face."

His words were your undoing. With one last stroke of his tongue, the built up tension snapped, and you came undone with a cry of his name. Your body convulsed beneath him, your thighs trembling as he rode out your orgasm, his mouth and fingers relentless in their movements.

The slick, wet noises continued as he worked you through your high, his tongue savoring every last drop of your release. When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and spent, he pulled away, his lips and chin glistening as he smirked up at you.

"Damn," he said, his voice laced with pride and satisfaction. "You're even louder than I thought you'd be."

You shot him a weak glare, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "This was too much," you muttered, though the fondness in your tone was undeniable.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before finally releasing your legs. "You did great," he replied, his eyes warm as he crawled up to join you on the bed.

As he pulled you into his arms, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back, you couldn't help but smile, your heart full and your body still buzzing from the hot feeling of his touch.

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“I'll just do it myself.” Twisting around in his seat, stool squeaking, he tries to grab the clean needle from you. He fails when you move it away from his reach. “C’mon, if you don't want to do it, I'll do it.”

“Too late for that. Besides, I already disinfected it.” You tilt your head with the same look you give him whenever you catch him lying. Surrendering, he drops his hand to his lap.

“Then why are you hesitating?” His eyes narrow at you, trying to ignore how his jacket looks good on you. “Do you still not believe me that it'll look good?”

“No, I believe you.” You click your tongue, pushing the swivel stool so that his back is turned away from you. He rolls his eyes at your indignation. “I know you'll look good with anything, Ekko.” Lifting up the mirror with your hand wrapped gently around his wrist, you can see yourself in the mirror again, and how his eyes avoid your own. He doesn't flinch from the contact, he languishes in it. “It’s just that— your timing is a bit off.”

You've iced his bruises, lovingly painted on his face with the same hourglass shape almost everyday, it's only natural that you'd pierce his ear too. Despite your initial protest.

“No time like the present.” Ekko glances at your reflection, your eyes boring into the side of his head with worry. For a second, he contemplates whether or not he should tell you what happened in the alternate universe. But he thinks it's better off telling you about his feelings for you rather than explain what he experienced. One day he'll tell you, but for now he focuses on winning the war so that day would come. It's easier to explain that he's been in love with you for the past seven or so years. But he won't actually do it now, right?

“I thought about it, Y/N. I'm sure.”

Smiling, you take his chin gently in your hand, making him face the mirror and in turn face you. “I know you don't do anything half assed.” Flicking your eyes at his hair, you smile wider, “I mean, that hair?” You whistle lowly. “You look fucking dapper, more than ready to take on the whole noxian army.”

Ekko swallows thickly, hands clammy, and the mirror in danger of slipping from his grip. “Thanks.” Inhaling, he hides his flustered self effortlessly. He's experienced in that area after years of doing it. He clears his throat. “Can you please just do it?”

“Of course.” You lean away, assuming the previous position of you holding the needle at his earlobe. He can't ignore how warm your hands are, or how your eyes trace the slope of his face with a sneaky look. “When you stop squirming that is.”

With a roll of his eyes, Ekko swiftly twists the seat to face you once again. The sudden momentum has you almost falling backwards, if not for his hands holding and catching you in place, you would've fallen flat on your back. You notice his warm hands on your bare waist, cropped shirt leaving your skin naked and in full display for him.

You thought that he would pull back from the contact and how you look at him with wild eyes, but within a second, he pulls you in, standing you in between his legs. Placing your hand on his shoulders, and the other accidentally on his bare stomach, you're careful not to poke him with the needle. Your eyes never left his, and his own never left the comfort of your stare.

“I don't…” His eyes stare intently, hands squeezing the dip of your hips. “...Squirm.”

Your skin is aflame, goosebumps spreading like wildfire all over you. “N–No, you don't.” You feel like a puddle, and he's ready to soak you right up.

He nods once, taking your wrist and placing the needle to graze at the shell of his ear. “Glad we could finally agree.”

Cupping his cheek with your free hand, you sigh. “I'm worried about you, Ekko.”

“Is that why you're stalling?” He asks, leaning against your hand as he stares up at you with soft eyes.

“That, and I've only pierced ears thrice in my life. Two for me, one for Scar.” Chuckling, you brush your thumb right under his tired eyes. There's a shine on those eyes you love so much, something akin to hope. You know he saw something in those months he was gone. He isn't ready yet to tell you, but you're willing to wait and stick around just for him. He doesn't even need to tell you anything, he's already here back with you and that's enough. “I–I don't know what's gonna happen out there. I know not getting injured is out of the question, but please, I still want to tell you to be careful.”

His vision flashes back to you in the other universe, where your eyes aren't permanently etched with fatigue, lips forever pressed together in a smile. She was you, and her lips were on his own for a moment. But he knows you and her aren't the same person. Both were born and raised in Zaun, but lived in two different circumstances.

And yet, both chose to be with him.

“Ekko?” With your voice calling him, he blinks and your face greets him back, the same face he grew up with, the same face he loved throughout the years. “I won't pierce your ear until you promise me.”

“I love you.” He blurts out, but not lacking sincerity.

You chuckle, needle almost slipping from your fingers. “You do?”

“Yeah, figured, why the hell not?” His nonchalance helps hide his apprehension.

“Is this your way of making me pierce your ears?” You say through the unshed tears.

Ekko raises a brow, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile. “You're stalling again.”

“This time I'm not.” Sitting down on his lap to level with him, he graciously lets you with his hand pushing on your waist so you could be closer to him. His hands never left your body, holding you in place. Cupping his cheeks, you pull him closer to your waiting lips. “I was just taking the time to simmer in your confession. Scar owes me lunch.”

“You bet on—? Shut up about Scar—” with a soft push against the small of your back, he meets halfway with you. Finally sealing your lips with a much awaited kiss.

Ekko hums against you, the sound reverberating from your lips down to your chest, filling it with warmth. He holds you flush against him. Chest to chest, arms holding you impossibly closer. The sound of your lips in sync with his echoes around the small room. Eyes closed, you memorize how he feels on you, how his breath stutters against you, and how his eyes fluttered closed the second you kissed him back with the same softness and fervent.

His hands slither across your back until he blindly reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you closer, angling your face to better kiss you fully. It's the first kiss out of many, sloppy, smiling in between, teeth still clashing together, and nose knocking against one another, but it still has you breathless in his arms.

“Ekko.” You whisper, leaning slightly away to intake air back into your lungs. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He blinks, hand moving away from you to pull at the rope on his z-drive. The world goes back a few seconds with you locking lips with him, heaving in place, hands balled around his hair.

“I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He beams at you, pulling and releasing the rope back to reverse time once more to hear the words he has only heard in his dreams.

You pull back away from him, lips obviously kissed. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

Ekko chuckles, placing his forehead atop yours to breathe you in. You giggle, releasing his hair to slide your hands down and move towards his chest to feel his beating heart against your palms.

“Sorry, just wanted to hear you say it again. You fell for me because of that?”

Your brows furrow at his peculiar words. Eyes moving at his hand that's still clutching the rope, you laugh. “You could've just asked me to say it again. The wrench probably knocked something loose.” You joke, still panting from the kiss.

Leaning away, his knuckles brush along your jaw then down to your lips where he wipes the sheen with his thumb. “And I wanted to kiss you again.”

“You should've said so.” Your eyes are practically shaped like hearts. “Pucker up, Ekko.”

He smiles, closing the distance once again. The kiss was much more familiar this time, soft and gentle, savouring every second of it. Your nose still nudges his own, but it's intentional this time. He still smiles during the kiss, but it's because you do too. Once he reluctantly moves away to inhale, you grab his face, pecking all over his cheek, chin, nose and forehead, until there's no space that's left unkissed. You pull away, and he does the same, lips smacking carefully against the tip of your nose, in between your eyes, and cheekbones, until you're a giggling mess in his arms.

Ekko looks at you with a lopsided smile, giddiness etched on his ecstatic expression. “Now we're both stalling.”

“At this point we're not getting anything done. Baby blue might bust in here to tell us off.”

“Later then.” He promises, a promise to be careful, a promise that he'll come back to you alive.

You nod, kissing him chastely, eyes tightly closed with a hope that your kiss would single handedly protect him. Pulling away, you grin at him, easing him some more. “Later, I promise.” You vow him the same thing.

“Okay,” he pats your thigh, reluctantly lifting you off his lap. “Come and stab me.”

Shaking your head with a smile, you take a fresh needle and quickly disinfect it since the needle you were holding onto is long gone in between the floorboards. Cleaning your hands, you shake your nerves away, and the trembling in your hands, not from the anxiety but from his breathtaking kiss.

Holding his ear lobe, you're the one holding your breath in once he nods at you to do it. With the needle piercing him, and the new silver hoop earring in, you marvel at the sight of your handiwork.

You hold the mirror up, showing him the back. “You didn't bleed much, thank fuck. What do you think?”

Ekko, rotates on his seat again, grabbing you by your hips with his finger looped around your belt loops and pulling you closer as he looks up at you with endearment.

“I like it, what do you think?” He plops his head on your shoulder, careful not to nudge his new piercing.

“You're right, it suits you. You look very handsome.” You whisper, hand splayed over his back, and lips blowing air into his warm ear, making him flinch away. He looks at you, feigning offense but his mirrored smile says otherwise. “You're welcome, you still need to pay me though.”

“Oh really?” The silver earring sparkles in the light as he tilts his head teasingly. “In what kind?”

You pretend to think. “Hmm, I'll take payment in kisses.”

He shrugs, taking your chin in between his fingers. “Pucker up then. I have too much so I expect some spare change right after.”

Jayce, on the other hand, groaned dramatically, pushing wet strands of hair from his face. "This is not funny," he grumbled, shaking his arms as if that would somehow help. "I had a whole day planned, and none of it involved looking like a drowned rat."

"You say that like you don’t look ridiculously handsome even when drenched," you teased, crossing your arms.

Jayce blinked at you, taken aback, before a slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh? You think I look handsome?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping back. "Don't get cocky, Talis—"

But before you could escape, Jayce lunged, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground.

"Jayce!" you shrieked, laughing as he spun you around in the rain.

"If I’m wet, you’re suffering with me," he declared, grinning as he held you close.

You could barely catch your breath between laughter and the feeling of raindrops pelting your face. His grip was warm despite the cold, his chest solid against yours.

Then suddenly, everything stilled.

Jayce looked down at you, his eyes softer now, the mischief fading into something deeper. The rain dripped from his lashes, sliding down his cheek, and you felt your breath hitch at just how breathtaking he looked like this—so unguarded, so Jayce.

His gaze flickered to your lips.

You barely had time to react before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a warm, rain-soaked kiss.

It was slow at first—hesitant, like he wanted to savor the moment. The rain poured around you, but the only thing you felt was him—the warmth of his lips, the way his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.

You kissed back without hesitation, arms wrapping around his neck as you melted into him.

Jayce hummed into the kiss before pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the damp air. "You taste like rain," he murmured, a teasing smile on his lips.

You chuckled, pressing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. "And you taste like trouble."

He laughed, deep and warm, before kissing you again—this time quick, playful. Then another, on your nose. Then one more, just because.

"Alright," he finally said, breathless and grinning. "Let’s find some place warm before I get too distracted."

You smirked. "Too late."

And with another stolen kiss, Jayce took your hand and led you through the rain—because, soaked or not, he wasn’t letting go.

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Mel Medarda.

The first drop of rain landed on Mel’s cheek like a cold whisper. She paused mid-step, her golden eyes flicking toward the sky just as the clouds finally gave in.

A steady drizzle quickly turned into a downpour.

You barely had time to react before the rain soaked through your clothes, clinging to your skin in chilling waves. Mel, ever poised, simply sighed and tilted her head slightly, allowing the rain to trail down the elegant curve of her jaw.

"Well," she mused, voice smooth despite the unexpected situation, "this is inconvenient."

You bit back a laugh. "You say that like you’re not standing there looking like a painting come to life."

Mel arched a brow, the corners of her lips curving into something both amused and knowing. "Flattery won’t keep you warm, darling."

"Maybe not," you shrugged, "but it might distract us from the fact that we’re completely drenched."

She hummed, thoughtful, before reaching up to brush wet strands of hair from your forehead, her touch featherlight. "You’re right," she admitted softly. "I do like distractions."

The intimacy of it caught you off guard—her fingertips barely grazing your skin, her gaze lingering on yours. Even in the rain, even when utterly soaked, Mel Medarda was effortless. Graceful. And yet…

Yet, there was something different about her in this moment. Something unguarded.

"You don’t like the rain," you observed, watching the way she exhaled, slow and measured, as if forcing herself to accept the discomfort.

Mel smiled faintly. "It reminds me of home," she admitted. "The storms in Noxus were… different. Unforgiving." Her gaze flickered, distant for a moment, before she shook herself from the thought and looked back at you. "But I suppose this isn’t so bad."

A mischievous idea struck you.

Grinning, you suddenly reached for her hands and tugged her forward.

Mel gasped as you spun her under the rain, the movement surprising her enough that she let out a rare, genuine laugh—soft, melodic, nothing like the controlled chuckles she gave at council meetings.

You took it as encouragement.

"Dance with me," you said, still holding her hands.

"In the rain?" she asked, incredulous but intrigued.

"Why not? You wanted a distraction, didn’t you?"

Mel shook her head in disbelief but let you guide her, her steps hesitant at first before she melted into your rhythm. You moved slowly, swaying with her, the rain drumming against your skin as you spun her once more.

She was still elegant even when drenched, even as stray curls clung to her face. But her walls were down now—just for you.

"You are impossible," she murmured, lips curving as she let you pull her closer.

"Mm," you hummed, resting your forehead lightly against hers, the rain cool between you. "But you’re still here."

Mel studied you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, ever so gently, she leaned in.

Her lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss.

It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t frantic. It was intimate—a quiet surrender to the moment, to you. Her hands cradled your face, her touch soft but sure, anchoring you as the rain poured around you both.

When she pulled away, her eyes searched yours, as if memorizing the way you looked beneath the storm.

"You’re a menace," she whispered, but there was no heat behind it—only warmth, only affection.

You smirked. "And yet, you love me for it."

Mel chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before sighing dramatically. "Let’s find somewhere warm before I regret indulging you."

But her fingers were still laced with yours as you walked away—proof that she wouldn’t change a thing.

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Viktor.

The first raindrop landed on Viktor’s cheek, and he barely reacted. The second one, however, made him pause mid-sentence, his golden eyes flicking upward in irritation.

And then the downpour hit.

The two of you were caught in the middle of the academy courtyard, with no umbrella, no warning—just sudden, relentless rain soaking through your clothes within seconds.

Viktor groaned. "Of course."

You stifled a laugh as you watched him push wet curls from his forehead, his usual sharp intellect momentarily dulled by sheer annoyance. "Not a fan of the rain, huh?"

"It is not that I dislike it," he muttered, adjusting his grip on his cane as he shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. "But I would prefer it did not make walking even more difficult than it already is."

Your amusement faded slightly, guilt replacing it. The uneven cobblestone streets were already hard enough for Viktor to navigate on dry days, and now they were slick with rainwater. You immediately stepped closer, reaching for his free hand.

"Here," you murmured, wrapping your fingers around his. "Let me help."

Viktor stiffened at first, clearly unused to being fussed over, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his grip tightened slightly, grounding himself in your presence.

You started leading him carefully toward the nearest awning, but before you could reach it, Viktor suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on you.

"You are laughing," he observed, tilting his head.

You grinned, unbothered by the rain dripping down your face. "Because you look absolutely miserable, and it’s kind of adorable."

Viktor let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. "You are insufferable."

"And yet, here you are, still holding my hand."

His expression softened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, his thumb absently brushed over your knuckles, as if testing the feeling of your skin against his own.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The rain poured around you, the world fading into nothing but the sound of water and your own shared breaths.

Then, to your utter surprise, Viktor suddenly tugged you toward him—off balance, you stumbled forward, your hands catching against his chest. His warmth seeped through the wet fabric, his heartbeat steady beneath your palms.

"You want to laugh?" he murmured, voice low, teasing. "Then let me give you something to really laugh about."

And then he kissed you.

It was sudden, unplanned—yet impossibly gentle. His lips were cold from the rain but warm in the way they moved against yours, slow and unhurried, as if savoring the moment. As if memorizing you.

You melted instantly, tilting your head to kiss him back, your fingers gripping the damp fabric of his shirt to keep yourself steady.

When he finally pulled away, his breathing was uneven, his forehead resting lightly against yours. "Now," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips, "are you still laughing?"

You exhaled a breathless chuckle. "No, but I am thinking about kissing you again."

Viktor hummed in approval, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips before sighing. "Now we can go find shelter."

But he didn’t let go of your hand as you walked, the rain continuing to fall—but neither of you seemed to mind anymore.

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Caitlyn kiramman.

It started as a light drizzle while you and Caitlyn walked back from a late-night patrol in the Undercity. Nothing too alarming—just a misty haze clinging to the streets, making the lantern lights shimmer.

But within minutes, the sky opened up.

Caitlyn groaned, tipping her head back as cold droplets splattered against her cheeks. "Of course," she muttered, pulling her coat tighter around herself. "The one time I don’t bring an umbrella—"

She was cut off by a splat—the distinct sound of your boot stepping into a deep puddle right beside her.

Right onto her boot.

She froze, looking down at the mud now streaking across her pristine uniform. Then, slowly, she turned to you with narrowed eyes.

"You did not just do that."

You bit your lip, trying—failing—to hold back a grin. "It was an accident?"

Caitlyn scoffed. "Oh, please, you—"

Splash.

She didn’t even see it coming. You had already stomped into another puddle, sending a wave of water up and onto her legs.

"Oh, it’s war," she said, before immediately kicking up water at you in retaliation.

You gasped at the cold impact, but before you could react, Caitlyn took off down the rain-slicked street, laughing.

She was daring you to chase her.

"Not fair, you have longer legs!" you called after her, already splashing through puddles to catch up.

"Then you’d better run faster!"

The rain came down harder, drenching both of you completely, but neither of you cared anymore. The chase became a game, weaving between alleyways, slipping on cobblestones, dodging lamplight shadows—until you finally caught up, grabbing Caitlyn’s arm and spinning her around.

She crashed into you, breathless and laughing, her blue eyes bright despite the downpour. "Alright," she admitted, panting slightly, "maybe that was fun."

"Maybe?" You huffed a laugh, still holding onto her arms to keep her steady. "Come on, you loved it."

Caitlyn tilted her head, considering. Then, before you could react, she leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips.

It was brief, but it left you breathless—warmth blooming in your chest despite the cold rain.

When she pulled back, she smirked. "Now I love it."

Your face burned hotter than ever, and Caitlyn, ever the tease, took full advantage. "Speechless?" she asked, arching a perfect brow.

You swallowed, still reeling. "I—I mean, if this is my reward, I might start splashing you on purpose."

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head as she took your hand and laced her fingers with yours. "Let’s get somewhere warm before we both catch a cold, love."

You followed without protest, the rain still pouring around you, but it didn’t matter. The warmth of her hand in yours was enough.

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Vi.

It had been a long day—one of those that left both you and Vi aching, exhausted, and desperate for a break. She had dragged you out of the Last Drop, promising just a quick walk to clear your heads.

Neither of you had checked the sky.

The first raindrop hit Vi’s nose, and she scrunched her face in mild annoyance. “Huh. Think that’s our cue to head back.”

Then, as if the heavens were listening just to spite her, the drizzle turned into a torrential downpour within seconds.

Vi swore under her breath and grabbed your wrist, tugging you into the nearest alleyway, where an old awning barely provided shelter. She ran a hand through her now-soaked hair, grinning despite herself. “Well, that went to hell quick.”

You laughed, shaking your wet sleeves. “Guess we should’ve checked the forecast.”

“Oh, sure. Lemme just ask Piltover’s fancy scientists when it’ll rain in Zaun.” She rolled her eyes playfully before nudging you with her shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

You shrugged. “Honestly? I kinda like it.”

Vi blinked at you. “You like being soaked?”

You held out your arms, letting the rain hit your palms. “Yeah. It’s kinda nice. Feels… freeing.”

Vi’s gaze softened. She watched you for a moment before suddenly stepping out from under the awning.

“Vi—”

Too late. She was already standing in the downpour, arms spread like she was daring the sky to hit her harder. Water dripped from her crimson hair, clinging to her jacket, her undershirt—everything was soaked, but her grin was nothing short of mischievous.

“Alright, I get it,” she called over the rain. “Kinda does feel nice.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

Vi smirked and held out a hand. “Come on.”

You hesitated for only a second before taking her hand, letting her pull you into the open. Cold rain met your skin instantly, but Vi was warm—always warm—and suddenly, you weren’t thinking about the cold anymore.

You turned to say something, but Vi was already staring at you, her grin fading into something softer. More serious. The way her fingers laced through yours, the way her thumb brushed against your knuckles—it sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the rain.

She exhaled a small chuckle. “You’re lookin’ at me like you wanna kiss me, babe.”

You smirked. “Maybe I do.”

Vi didn’t hesitate.

She crashed her lips into yours, hands cupping your face as if you were something precious. The rain blurred everything else—the world, the noise, the ache in your bones—until there was only her.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breath warm against your lips. “Told you,” she murmured, smirking, “rain’s not so bad.”

You laughed softly. “Yeah… not bad at all.”

And as the rain continued to fall, Vi just held you, like there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be.

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Jinx.

You should’ve known.

You should’ve known that taking a “shortcut” through the industrial district of Zaun with Jinx would lead to something.

But you hadn’t expected the sky to crack open above you mid-run.

“Oh, for—seriously?!” Jinx shouted over the sudden downpour, throwing her arms up dramatically as she skidded to a stop on the rain-slick pavement.

You huffed, catching up to her, your clothes already sticking to your skin. “Okay, this is why we don’t run around in places with no cover.”

Jinx whipped around, grinning despite the rain streaming down her face. “Awww, c’mon, scaredy-cat! It’s just a little water!”

“Jinx, we’re drenched.”

She squinted at you, tilting her head as if considering something deeply. Then, before you could react—

WHAP.

She flung her entire body into a puddle, soaking you in a fresh splash of dirty rainwater.

You sputtered. “JINX!”

She was already cackling, rolling onto her back in the puddle like a complete menace, arms spread, blue hair plastered to her skin. “OH, LOOK AT YOU—” she wheezed through laughter, “SO GRUMPY! What, afraid you’ll melt?!”

“Oh, you absolute gremlin—” Without thinking, you dropped down and swiped a handful of water, sending a splash straight at her face.

Jinx gasped, all wide-eyed and dramatic, pressing a hand to her heart. “Betrayal!”

You grinned. “You started it.”

“Ohhhh, babe, I’ll finish it.”

Before you could react, she pounced, tackling you down into the puddle, laughing as the cold water soaked you both further.

You landed with an oof, Jinx half-straddling you, giggling like a maniac above you. “Gotcha now,” she purred.

Your heart pounded—not from the fight, not from the rain, but from the way she was looking at you.

And then her expression shifted—just a little. The teasing edge softened, something warmer flickering behind her violet eyes as she traced a finger through the raindrops on your cheek.

Her voice, when she spoke again, was quieter. “Y’know… you’re real cute when you’re all soaked and pouty.”

You swallowed. “Jinx—”

And just like that, she dove down, pressing a quick, electric kiss to your lips before pulling back just as fast. “Mwah!” she chirped, grinning.

You barely had time to react before she was hopping to her feet, yanking you up with her. “C’mon, loser, let’s get outta here before we actually catch a cold.”

Dazed, soaked, and still trying to process what just happened, you let her drag you along—her hand warm, solid, real in yours despite the rain still pouring down.

And you knew, without a doubt, that Jinx’s chaos was something you’d never want to escape.

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Ekko.

You’d been walking through the streets of Zaun when the sky, once clear, suddenly darkened with ominous clouds. You didn’t think much of it—after all, weather in the Undercity was unpredictable at best. But within moments, the first few drops fell, splattering against the ground and your face.

Ekko glanced up, his eyes narrowing. "Uh-oh, looks like a storm’s coming."

You could barely react before the rain began to fall harder. It wasn’t just a drizzle—it was a torrential downpour. You instinctively pulled your hood up, but it wasn’t enough to protect you from the cold, soaking rain.

Ekko quickly caught your wrist, pulling you into a nearby alley, trying to shield you from the worst of it. "Come on, we need to find cover."

The rain was relentless, the streets slick and puddled. You could feel the cold creeping through your clothes, but Ekko’s grip on your hand was warm and steady. "We’ll be fine. Just a little rain," he said with a reassuring grin, though you could tell he wasn’t exactly enjoying the downpour either.

"Right," you muttered, looking down at your drenched shoes. "Because standing in the middle of a downpour is perfectly fine."

Ekko chuckled, glancing at you with a teasing smirk. "Guess you don’t get how fun it is, huh?" He stepped out from the alley, extending his hand to you. "Come on. Just once, let’s do something spontaneous."

Before you could argue, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the open street, twirling you around in the rain as if it were just another game.

"What are you—"

"Don’t think, just enjoy!" Ekko laughed, spinning you again before pulling you into a close dance, the water splashing around your feet.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his energy, his carefree nature in stark contrast to the intensity of the storm. His hands guided you effortlessly, a surprising gentleness despite his usual wild personality.

But as the rain pounded harder, the two of you slowed down. His hand slid to your waist, holding you close to shield you from the cold, and you leaned into him, feeling his heartbeat match yours.

For a moment, everything was just the two of you, the storm around you forgotten. Ekko leaned down, his voice quiet but playful. "I told you. Sometimes you just gotta let loose."

You smiled, shivering slightly from the cold. "You’re crazy, you know that?"

"Maybe," Ekko said, his voice low and serious now. He touched your cheek softly, brushing the rain away with his thumb. "But I’m glad we did this. Just… you and me, no worries."

Your heart skipped a beat, the intimacy of the moment almost overwhelming. Despite the storm, despite everything happening in Zaun, with him, there was a sense of calm that made everything feel right.

The moment lasted longer than expected, the rain still falling, but neither of you were in any rush. Eventually, Ekko spoke again, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. "Alright, but now I’m soaking wet, so we’ve got two choices: go home and dry off, or—"

Before he could finish, you pulled him close, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He froze, momentarily stunned, but then melted into it, deepening the kiss with the rain still falling around you.

When you finally pulled back, you couldn’t help but smile. "I’ll take the dry-off option," you teased, your heart still racing.

Ekko smirked, the playful glint in his eyes returning. "Yeah, that’s probably for the best. But next time, we’re dancing for way longer."

The wooden door creaked open and you slipped your head into the room, only to see an even more slumped version of Ekko sitting at his desk. To the sound of your steps, he turned around, and you could see his stiff face softening ever so lightly from your presence. The workplace was untidy and yet cozy, just like Ekko. The whole atmosphere was just screaming him. The room was illuminated by a small, warm lamp that made Ekkos eyes seem even warmer, the little specks of gold shining so bright, you almost felt your body melt. 

Carefully setting the plate of food and bread down in the mess of his desk, you sat on his lap and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck while looking down at him with a tender smile.

“Hey..” He rasped out, voice groggy from several hours of silence, his callused and dirty from metal hands snaking up to your hips.

“Hi, tree boy, already studied everything about trees and their existence, or is there something more?” You joked, lips forming into a lazy grin, one hand coming up to one of his dreadlocks.

“Not yet, but I’m close to it..” He smiled, clearing his throat a bit before giggling quietly to you tickling him with his hair. 

He looked at your face with a certain softness that only he could give to you, the expression of love no one else got to see. If you stared a bit longer into his eyes, you could promise you saw his pupils forming into hearts. 

“What’s that that you brought..?” He mumbled, peeking at the plate with a mysterious meal.

“A bit of food, your favourite.. hazelnut soup~” You hooked his chin between your fingers, tugging his head back straight to face you, his big doe eyes looking at you with interest. 

“Really..? You’re so good to me.. how did I get with you..” He mumbled and rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes drooping closed. 

“Well, I have to feed you with something if you don’t eat yourself..” You teased, your hands sliding to his shoulders, kneading the lumps and muscles.

He whined a bit at the sensation, head lolling to the side.

“I just- I didn’t have time to do so.. I feel like time’s running away from my grasp..” He whispered sincerely, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“It’s okay, you just need some rest.. how about we take a warm bubble bath?” You suggested, doing your best to persuade him.

“You just want a reason to get me out of clothes..” He mumbled, his voice still tired but playful.

“Maybe~” You giggled quietly, jumping out of his grasp and then taking hold of his wrist. “Let’s go, space boy!” 

He only chuckled, the steamy soup long forgotten while you two ran down the spiral steps. 

Many Firelights stopped in their tracks at the sound of something or someone running down the stairs like a madman, their surprised expression growing back to neutral as they saw you two giggling and laughing. They all knew the effect you had on Ekko, they saw it by the way he would smile. Not the smirk he’d do when a plan worked, but a genuine one, an ecstatic grin.

When you reached your shared apartment, you slipped into the room, going straight to the bathroom, hands still clasped together. 

The steam was rising smoothly from the tub, the mirror already fully fogged, making the room humid and warm. He was about to ask how you managed to get it full, if you had already thought about it before asking him at the workshop, but he quickly shut himself up to the smell of the new oil or soap you borrowed.

“I found a new lavender and vanilla oil at the topside, smells amazing, right~?” You purred out with a grin, his expression confused and yet happy.

“Of course you did, found it.” He rolled his eyes affectionately, tugging at the hem of his shirt and pulling it off.

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You both were now settled down in the bathtub, foam and bubbles flying around in the mist. He held you against his bare chest, your back rubbing against his skin, his long legs enveloping you from both of your sides. His dreadlocks were wet, his muscles finally getting their rest.

“Now that's a way to end the day, right..?” He whispered and pressed some lazy pecks to your shoulder. You only hummed in response, shifting sideways to face him, your damp hand wiping his face paint off.

“You always do that..” He giggled quietly, closing his eyes affectionately to let you get to his nose and forehead.

“And you love it..” You watched the drops of white colour roll down his cheeks. The smile on your face grew intimate, the chaos temporarily fading away.

“I do..” He whispered back, kissing the inside of your palm before tackling you and pressing gentle and chaste pecks all over your face…