#jayce 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.

It's strikingly obvious to both you, and to everyone around you, that JAYCE is especially fond of you, given how much he's touching you. They're all innocent gestures, like his huge hand resting on your upper arm, or on the small of your back when the two of you walk next to each other, or the warm hug he pulls you into when seeing you for the first time that day, strong arms inescapable, but it happens too often to be a coincidence. Whether he himself knows he's doing it is debatable — your best guess is that it comes so naturally to him that he barely even notices.

He's surprisingly attentive when it comes to your wellbeing — it shows in him always having a blanket on hand, or him giving you his jacket, when you're cold, in him asking if you've eaten already and keeping foods you like around.

His family's work is forging, and even though he's not quite as used to working on something this delicate, he does extraordinarily well when it comes to making you jewellery, working every night until there's no flaws to be detected. He also asks Mel or Viktor — Mel, preferably; subtlety is more her strength — to figure out what kind of gemstones you prefer to use those in the design.

SILCO is a man who values privacy — and yet, he has no issue with you constantly hanging around his office. Really, he's weak enough for you that he might attempt to scold you when you sit on his desk, pushing important documents to the side, or even on his lap while he's working, claiming your rightful place, arms looped around his neck, but his words never come off as truly strict, tone exasperated, but he'd never do anything against it. At this point, his office is as much your space as it is his, given how your belongings lie around everywhere — your lipgloss on his desk, your spare jacket on his wall, your favourite snacks secretly stocked in his drawers.

He's strikingly loyal, never even looking twice at someone else, given how he can only see himself being with you. Silco's always thinking of you, which shows not only in the way he brings you small gifts and trinkets — not unlike a crow — whenever he has to traverse the Undercity, but also through him wanting to keep your relationship a secret. It's most likely a sensitive topic, because he doesn't want you to think he's ashamed of you, never, but he's an influential man, and he just cannot stand the idea of someone harming you because of your connection to him. He's terrified of losing you.

VANDER is caring by nature, it shows in the way he protects his children and friends, his loved ones, his people. Still, with you, it's all the more obvious. Whenever you make your way to the bar, spending nights and early mornings at The Last Drop, he has your favourite drink already poured for you, including any modifications and snacks you like. In his mind, there's a whole section of facts about you, including your favourite positions to sleep in, your most beloved outfits, and the food you always ask for at the street vendor the two of you usually visit, and he couldn't stop himself from constantly gaining more information about what you like and dislike if he tried.

He's fond of physical affection, both strong arms wrapped around your waist when the two of you are sleeping, or the large of his hand splayed out on your lower back when he's guiding you through the crowds gathering in the bar. Not only does he simply enjoy touching you, the person he loves so very close to him, but he also wants to know you're safe at all times — if any stranger approaches you, setting you on edge, he's right there by your side. At night, he might cling to you a bit more tightly than usual when he's had bad thoughts of losing you the day long.

SEVIKA is entirely smitten by you. It's obvious enough that some of her colleagues comment on it, laughing and jeering at the heart-eyes she gives you whenever you walk by, gaze lingering for way too long, roaming over the curves of your hip and the way your hair moves in the wind. She's not bothered by anyone poking fun at her; yeah, she's heads over heels for you. So what?

She also really enjoys listening to you talk. After a hard day of work, there's nothing more relaxing to her than simply focusing on you, on your voice, on the peculiar way you pronounce certain words, and when she rests her head in your lap, your fingers gently threading through her hair, she just wants you to ramble about whatever comes to your mind.

Compared to Vander, her protection of you is mostly verbal — though that does not mean she wouldn't punch a guy until he's coughing blood if he looked at you the wrong way. Still, she's influential, imposing enough with just a raised eyebrow and a warning word for almost anyone to turn, tail between their legs, when they're staring at you for even a moment too long.

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You can feel his breath against the back of your neck, steady and deep, the rhythm of sleep still holding him captive. It’s rare to see him so still—no council meetings, no hammer-forging, no Hextech worries clouding his mind. Just him. Just you. Wrapped up in golden morning light and tangled sheets.

A smile tugs at your lips as you shift slightly, stretching. The movement earns a sleepy hum from Jayce before his arm tightens around you, pulling you back into his chest.

"Mm, don't move," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Too early for that."

You chuckle, turning in his arms until you’re face to face. His eyes are still closed, dark lashes resting against sun-kissed skin, his hair tousled from sleep. He looks softer like this—less like the brilliant mind of Piltover, more like the man who whispered sweet nothings to you last night, who kissed you like you were something sacred.

"You’re awake," you tease, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Only because you moved," he grumbles, cracking one eye open to peer at you. "And because you're staring."

"I'm allowed to stare at my handsome genius boyfriend."

He huffs a laugh, eyes finally opening fully. They’re warm, filled with something soft and unspoken. His fingers trail along your spine, sending a pleasant shiver through you.

"Last night was..." He pauses, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips. "Incredible."

"Yeah?" You raise a brow. "Good enough to skip work for the day?"

Jayce groans, flopping onto his back. "Tempting. But Viktor would kill me."

You prop yourself up on one elbow, tracing a finger along his bare chest. "He would. But you work too much anyway. One morning won’t hurt."

Jayce catches your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You make a good argument."

"And if that doesn’t convince you," you say, voice dropping into something softer, "I can think of other ways to keep you here a little longer."

His grin turns wicked as he rolls over, pinning you beneath him. "I like the way you think."

The morning stretches on, filled with soft kisses, whispered laughter, and golden light spilling across the bed. For once, the world outside can wait.

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."

you had wanted to surprise your lover, jayce talis, so you showed up to the lab with some lunch for the two of you. he hadn’t expected you and was so happy to see you. soot covers the side of his cheek as he wears his cute little goggles, hair a mess as he turns his back on his latest project to greet you.

“baby!” jayce chirps happily. his hands find your waist as he settles to stand before you, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips.

you smile and roll your eyes at your goofy boyfriend. moving his goggles out of the way before kissing him back. “thought i’d drop by with some food. is that okay?” you ask as jayce wraps you up in a hug. you move your thumb across his face, wiping away as much dirt as you can with a furrowed brow; it was never easy cleaning his face with his beard now. “maybe you should shave?” you tease him with a soft laugh, wiping your hand across his lab coat.

jayce pouts at your words, running a hand along his bearded chin. “what, you don’t like it?” he asks with a lifted eyebrow before shaking his head to get back onto the topic of food. “anyway, you have perfect timing actually! i could use your help with this…thing while we eat.” jayce sighs as he gestures towards the project he’s probably been slumped over for too long; hence the length of his beard. you smile as he joyfully takes the food you offer him before moving back to the lab’s desk while dragging you along with him. “i just don’t know what i’m missing.” he mutters as he takes a bite out of the snack you’ve brought him, leaning against the desk. his eyes glance from his notes, to whatever hex project he’s got sitting on his desk, before looking over at you.

you settle in beside jayce with a smile as you reach to pick through his notes. your eyes scanning over his messy handwriting as thoroughly as you can while jayce rests a heavy hand on your waist, needing to keep you close at all times when it’s just the two of you. something you dearly loved about the man. “have you tried upping the voltage?” you ask as you read through the notes; to which jayce nods in response, mouth clearly full. “what about switching the plus and minus here around?”

jayce stops his snacking for a minute, clearly thinking about your proposal, as he considers the option. he sets his lunch down and turns around to face the notes in your hand, reading over where you point to. “no but…here, i think channeling energy here instead might work!” jayce states with a newfound confidence, slipping his goggles back on as he fully turns to the hex project.

and then it all happens so fast.

seconds within jayce toying with the rune, an explosion sets off. the light blue shimmer of magic raises every hair on your body; and it sends a cold, dreadful shiver down your spine. you barely have time to react to get away but luckily, jayce does. his hands are grabbing your body, yanking you away while turning his back towards the explosion, pulling you entirely into his chest to cover you from the blast. thankfully, by some miracle, before the “big boom” the rune fizzles out and dies, and only a very small shockwave shatters some nearby glass; leaving you and jayce intact but shaken up.

after it quiets down, you manage to peel your face off of jayce’s shoulder and look around. his desk is a mess, notes mixed with broken glass lay all over the floor— meanwhile smoke rolls silently around the project. jayce, suddenly realizing that he and you were both, in fact, still alive, gasps, squeezing you a little tighter before barely pulling inches away.

“oh gods,” jayce mutters as he quickly scans over your face. he pulls you gently further away from the blast, hands roaming your entire body to inspect you before caressing the side of your face. his thumb wipes gently along your face as he inspects a cut you didn’t know you had. “shit!” he curses under his breath, hazel eyes full of agony and sorrow as he looks at the wound inflicted upon you. “are you ok? does it hurt anywhere else?”

your heart beats hard in your chest but you shake your head at his question, still in shock from moments ago but relatively you’re physically okay. your hand slightly trembles as you manage to reach up and touch where his hand gently caresses you, feeling the sticky of your blood from your open cut. it stings, pretty good, but not deep enough to need any kind of stitch work. jayce holds your face dearly in his hands as his eyes fill up with tears. “i’m so sorry. my god i could’ve killed you.” jayce practically sobs as both of his hands hold your face gently now, pressing his forehead against your own. “i’m so sorry love. please forgive me.” he mutters, defeated as he holds you.

you take a deep breath in, hold it for a second, then release it; squeezing jayce’s hand gently. “jay, it’s not your fault. please, are you okay?” you whisper in a worried tone, pulling away just enough to look at him.

“i don’t care about me!” he responds with a tremble to his voice; seemingly biting back his sobs.

you shake your head, giving his hand one more squeeze. “well, i care. now come here.” you frown before taking a step back and dragging him along with you. without struggle, he let’s you lead him further away from “ground zero” and finally allows you to check him out now. and thankfully jayce has only suffered a few small cuts to the long coat he wears. and if it weren’t for that damned lab coat he wore, things could've been a lot worse. “you’re okay.” you sigh with relief, smoothing your hand across his jaw and neck. “no serious bleeding or any open wounds that i can see.” you add with a soft smile.

but his eyes continue to tell you how upset he is. unhappy at all about the injury on your face but he remains unscathed. he can barely look at you; and when he does, he stares at the scratch along your cheek. “i can’t believe i got you hurt.” jayce says, drooping like a wilted flower as he looks up at you through his eyelashes as he sits down in a cleaner area.

“jayce, darling, you didn’t do anything. you can’t control the uncontrollable.” you hum softly, taking his face into your hands as he settles himself down. and at your touch he melts into your palm, puppy dog eyes staring up at you as one of his big hands covers over one of your hands.

“i am so sorry.” jayce mumbles with a sad pout.

you frown a little, pouting, as you move the flat of your palms across his beard, scratching his face just a little as you try and will his self blame away. “maybe this beard is just bad luck.” you grumble but the tease manages to get jayce to crack the tiniest smile. you chuckle as his face softens in your hands. turning his lips to kiss the inside of your palm.

“ha, nice try. i’m not shaving.” jayce teases with a smile he hides behind your hand. you mirror his smirk as he pulls you down to him, pressing his lips into yours in a tender kiss.

Viktor:

Viktor had developed a special appreciation for food ever since he had moved to Piltover. In the Undercity, he never took much pleasure in eating. It was always something that drained his pockets, something he wished he could just forego altogether. But ever since he had his own money? He found himself visiting different restaurants as often as possible; sometimes not even to eat. Just for the smells alone.

Stepping inside of one bakery in particular, he was more than pleased when the entire shop smelled of vanilla. He felt his stomach gnawing at him already as he walked up to the counter, peering into the display cases at the different baked goods lined up uniformly. His gaze shot up when he saw you walk from the back, a tired smile on your lips.

“Hi! Sorry, it’s going to be just a minute” you smile weakly. “I managed to spill vanilla extract everywhere” you chuckled, grabbing a mop from the corner. He nodded, his eyes trailing over your form as you quickly moved to the back. After a few moments he hears a loud thud, followed by a string of curses.

He hesitantly slipped behind the counter, moving to the doorway that led to the back and pausing when he saw you on the floor, covered in sticky brown liquid. He couldn’t help but smile slightly at your frustrated pout, groaning as you stood up. “Perhaps we should be more careful around slippery floors.” He muses.

You shoot him a glare, huffing as you manage to stand up. “You don’t look like you’re known for your balance either.” You mutter in a weak retort, walking over to him as he chuckles. Before you can pick up the mop and slip out of his reach, he leans towards you, pulling a small handkerchief out of his pocket. Holding it up, he gently dabs a spot of vanilla extract off of your cheek.

“And you..” he murmurs as he wipes your cheek. “Look good enough to eat.” He hums. “Are you always such a sweet smelling mess? A mess nonetheless.. but it comes with its redeeming qualities.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words and you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you always such a flirt?”

He smiles, tilting his head slightly. “Would you like me to be?”

Jayce:

If there was one thing Jayce loved most about your relationship, it was getting to unwind with you after a long day. He often found himself being run ragged by different duties, his body aching and a headache starting to form behind his eyes. If there was one constant in his life, it was that at the end of the day you would always be there to drag him into the bath, cleaning him when he’s too tired to clean himself.

Sometimes it was just too difficult to prioritize his own self care. Before you he would spend nights at the lab, no concern for his sleep schedule. Now you would lull him into the bathroom as soon as he got home, helping him undress once you get the bath water running. He adored the way you always knew exactly how warm he liked the water, the perfect temperature to make his muscles unwind.

Helping him into the bathtub, making sure he doesn’t slip in his exhausted state. You even roll up a towel for him to lean his head back against while you clean his chest, using that special soap you’d bought for him. Before you he used the cheapest soap he could find, not seeing the point in having anything other than a three in one. The moment you showed him your own soaps he fell in love, asking if he could try. Ever since he insisted on using the same vanilla scented body wash as you.

He always reveled in how lovely you smelled, and the idea of carrying your signature scent around with him every day made him swoon. One time you bought him something new, a lavender scented soap to try. He almost immediately pouted, asking if he could just keep using your soap. Sometimes he’d insist on bathing together- you use the same soap anyways, right? Why not just conserve water together. Needless to say every night after his bath he curled up against you, burying his nose against your neck and falling asleep almost instantly.

Vander:

The two of you ran The Last Drop together, him tending the bar while you served drinks and chatted with customers. His eyes couldn’t help but follow you as you bustled between tables, offering sweet smiles and familiar conversation. If there was one thing you were good at, it was making people feel at home. Vander may be the one to break up bar fights, but you were the one who prevented them.

Having a real knack for knowing who needed what made you perfect for keeping the peace. He wasn’t sure how you did it- you just had such a calming presence compared to the people that passed through his bar, gruff and worn down. You were his to protect, his to keep soft. He might be the only man in the Undercity that could let you be as sweet as you are, shielding you from everything harsh beyond his doors.

When it got to be closing time, he was always quick to usher people out, closing and locking the doors with a contented hum. He throws his bar rag over his shoulder, starting to clean up the tables with a small smile on his lips as he heard the jukebox turn on. Call it a routine- or a ritual. He didn’t care. But it was yours; and he loved it. After every shift you’d turn on music, light a vanilla scented candle or two, and start to clean behind the bar.

And every night without fail, he was slowly meander behind the bar, his hands falling to your hips as he wraps around you. “Bed. Now.” He grumbles, resting his chin on your head. Before you can protest he scoops you up in his arms, making you laugh. “M’bringin’ the candle too.” He mutters, grabbing one of the candles that you loved to fill your home with, always leaving a sense of safety in the sweet scent of vanilla.

Silco:

Having a crime lord for a boyfriend wasn’t as bad as everyone made it seem. You were well fed, well loved- and most of all? Spoiled. In the beginning you were embarrassed by how well he took care of you. But he quickly got you out of that mentality, ensuring you that you were doing his part by letting him take care of you. What kind of man would he be if his favorite plaything wasn’t well kept?

Bringing you to the shops, letting you pick whatever made your eyes dilate and your heart flutter. New clothes, a wrist watch- maybe something for your hair? He was always an active participant when he took you shopping, asking you to try things on for him and making different suggestions. Once when you thanked him for complimenting you so much, a little something snapped inside of him. His every breath would be something sweet if it was possible.

You come home one day with a small bag in hand, walking into your shared bathroom and humming sweetly. “Sil?” You call for him. He gently sets down his pen, slinking out of his seat at his desk and walking into the bathroom. “Something new?” He muses, moving behind you until his arm slips around your waist. “Only the best for you, hm?”

You chuckle softly, pulling a small bottle of cologne out of the bag- vanilla scented. “It’s for you, silly.” You beam as you look down at the bottle. “I thought you might like it. And you’re always buying me things.” You say softly, holding up the bottle for him to take. His mind blanks for a few moments as he reads over the label. You were thinking of him.

That cologne very quickly became a signature scent of the household. Not only did Silco use it, but if he ever had to work late nights he found out that you’d spray yourself with it, snuggling up in bed, waiting for him to come home. You constantly smelled of vanilla now, its trace leaving an imprint on your soul.